Some of you have been following my story "Rugby Team Stories" over the past 2+ years.
I've loved writing it and plan to be spinning it off into a different story soon. I had an amazing experience this past Saturday night that I felt really related to my story. I can't resist sharing it on here!
THE MEETING PT. 1
I typically spend most weekend nights working security at my city's gay bar/nightclub. This past Saturday night I arrived there after having just come from a friend's birthday party. I walked inside to see a large group of men wearing tight jerseys and tight white shorts. They were all dancing around and clearly having a great time. I assumed they were the men's inclusive rugby team visiting from the bigger city just a few hours away, but I wanted to make sure. I walked up to the bar to ask.
"Who are they?", I asked Mark, one of our bartenders.
"The rugby team from downstate", he replied.
I was working the back area like I usually do, so I was pretty close to where they were. I wanted to go over and talk to them, but I was pretty nervous. They came in all shapes and sizes, from tall to short, lean to beefy, but they were all HOT! After a while just watching them became a blast. They would dance with each other and anyone else around, going between the dance floor and their tables. They were everything our club could ask for as customers; fun and friendly without being obnoxious to anyone.
I kept thinking back to my story. I wondered if any of the guys on here would fit the character types of any of the guys I've written about.
"Would I meet a Steve? Or a Lars? Or a Liam? Or a Chris? Or a Hanz?", I kept thinking to myself. One thing was for sure though. I wouldn't find out unless if I introduced myself.
I saw that one of them was sitting on the couch using his phone. I walked over to introduce myself.
"Looks like you guys are having a great time!", I said with a smile.
"Yah, this place is great. We've never been here before. Usually we go to the one across the bridge", he said. I then introduced myself. He introduced himself as Nate.
"You guys are the Mayhems right?", I asked, even though I already knew. I wanted to keep the conversation going.
"Yah. We're up here for a retreat. We're going back tomorrow", Nate replied.
"Cool. You guys are some of the best customers we've ever had!", I said.
"Thanks. Yah I like to think we know how to have a good time!", he said.
We talked for a few more minutes before he went back with the group.
About a half hour later I saw a group of 4 of them walk outside to smoke cigars. One guy caught my eye in particular. He was pretty short, really ripped, and looked to be Hispanic. I've always loved shorter, muscular guys, and he was really hot! I waited a couple minutes before going outside.
It was a pretty cold night, even for this time of year, so it was beyond me how they could stand it while wearing shorts. I asked them for a drag of the cigar, which they were happy to share. The shorter Hispanic guy identified himself as Hugo. He had a really sexy accent, which made sense after he revealed he was originally from Mexico. Another guy that I found really hot in the group was named Ryan. He was a big guy about my size with red hair and a full beard. After a few minutes Hugo began to put his hands on me.
"You're really hot. You know that?", he said with a smile.
"Thanks. So are you", I replied as I lifted his shirt up and began to run my hands all over his muscular body. Hugo held his shirt up the entire time and flexed his muscles for my pleasure. The other guys just watched and smiled. I concentrated mainly on his chest, lightly slapping it with my hands and playing with his nipples. After about a minute I stopped since I had to head back inside.
When Hugo, Ryan, and the others came back in Hugo stayed behind to talk to me.
"That was so fucking hot", he said. The combination of his sexy smile and accent made me swoon. He put his arm around me. I did the same and we kissed for a while. When we let go I glanced down at his shorts. I could already tell he was half hard.
"I gotta go to the bathroom. Talk to you later", he said as he walked away. I thought about following him in, but decided to give him some space for a few minutes. When Hugo walked out of the bathroom he had a sad look on his face.
"What happened?", I asked him.