Femmy Boy gang banged at Youth Hostel

It was a quiet mountainous area of central Europe and the youth hostel was a good central point for cycle rides to various beauty spots. Sammy and I had just left school that summer and taken the train from a Channel port to the nearby town.

There were two large dormitories with bunk beds and each of the showers was big enough for about six people. Us two seemed to be the only guys around at least for the first couple of nights. It was on the third day at about 4pm, Sammy was fixing something on his bike. I was in the shower when I suddenly became aware of voices quite near me.

"Hey did we go through the wrong door!?” I think was what I heard one say.

When I turned to see who was there I saw these four big guys looking
straight at my naked body but seemed to be sharing some hilarious intimate joke between themselves.

"So what were you expecting!?” one said. There was more laughter between them.

"Sorry!” I said “I never saw you, please excuse me!”

"No don’t worry!” said one trying to compose himself, “Just a little
misunderstanding that’s all!”
I went on showering and they stripped off and went into the next shower.

They kept glancing in my direction and I thought I noticed some of them were getting erect.

"Hey control those daydreams Andy you got to accept it. Seeing is believing you know!”
I guessed Andy was the big black guy and there seemed little doubt about why he had to control himself!
Then I noticed another six guys had arrived and were already naked and
heading for my shower.

"May we join you?” one asked me

"Yea sure, I was just finishing off anyway”

"No don’t rush you were here first. So long as you don’t mind us, I’m afraid there’s not much privacy here!”
They were all big muscular guys and when they started soaping themselves next to me I found myself delaying my departure and re-soaping my body a second time. I had not even admitted to myself that I was enjoying their physical company. I had never been near such big guys before especially not in the nude and they too seemed to be looking at me a lot especially when I turned my back.

I had only just turned 18 and I did not count myself as gay but now I was struggling to conceal a growing erection in front of these beautiful bodies all of whom now had quite rigid cocks.

None of them tried to do anything to me, although if they had I reckon I would not have tried to resist. Instead I went and got dried and dressed leaving them swapping all sorts of ribald comments between themselves and bursting into shouts of raucous laughter.

I met Sammy just as I was going out of the door. He took one look inside and retreated immediately at the sight of all these guys.

"They’re OK” I said, “They won’t eat you!”

"That’s not what concerns me!”
Sammy was very correct but rather prudish. He was not in the least bit manly in his ways or muscular in appearance. I suppose in some ways he was more similar to me in that we could both be described as youthful looking and perhaps a little effeminate.

He had once been teased at school for being too fat and I had persuaded him into this trip partly to improve his fitness.

His face conveyed a bit of the ‘I’m a fatty’ look and while he was OK in the nude I couldn’t get too excited about him as the prospects for any intimacy always seemed quite hopeless.

Later on that evening in the bar we found that the new guests had
monopolised it with their rowdy conviviality. They were already sitting around two big tables telling jokes and gulping frothy beer from large glasses. Sammy went immediately to a table as far away from them as possible and complained about their noisiness, poor manners and lack of respect for o thers. After about 10 minutes he said he thought we should turn in early but I told him to go ahead as I might stay behind for another drink.

As I made my way back from the bar the main group were all looking at me and I smiled back.

"Hey would you like to come and join us. Where’s your friend gone?”

"He said he wanted an early night!” I said in a conspiratorial whisper
making no effort to conceal my distaste for his puritanical mentality.

"Let me guess you’re a Rugby team and you are over on holiday?” I ventured as I took as seat.

"Nearly right” said a guy called Bob, the captain, “Although we’re on tour.

Teaching this lot how to play, I suppose. How did you guess”
I was once a mascot for the local team when I was 12 years old. So I’ve pretty much grown up with you lot!”.

"Don’t look much like a Rugby player yourself though! Too, well!, if I may borrow your word ‘pretty’? Please don’t take that wrongly we don’t mean to tease you or anything but I just can’t imagine you as part of a scrum!”.

This was Colin, a huge guy who played Scrum Half. He was one of the ones I had seen in the showers earlier.

There was a growing titter of laughter as some guys sitting next to Colin started whispering to one another.

"You’re just making excuses!”

"It was genuine mistake. How could I tell?” This left me perplexed as they rolled around laughing about whatever it was that had so amused them before.

"I think we’ll have to tell him” said Andy.

"Yea you go on then” said Colin, but Andy was not so easily embarrassed.

"It was just that, well, when we first saw you, you were actually facing the other way and some of us sort of saw you and wondered if we hadn’t made a mistake if you see what I mean.”

"Perhaps he doesn’t quite” Chirped up a smaller guy called Lenny.

"What we all saw was a fucking sexy ass so naturally we thought you were a chick. And I suppose you hair had something to do with it also!” he added.

"Steady on Lenny!” Bob interrupted getting quite angry. “That’s not the way to talk to our guest who we hardly know”.

I felt more amused than offended especially as I remembered what Sammy had said!

"So I suggest it’s change of subject time now. What shall we all do? How about a game of cards?” said Eric a big tall guy who was the only other black player.

I had counted 18 of them, I suppose 15 players and 3 reserves.

"Were are quite lot for cards aren’t we?” I said.

"It depends what you play” said Colin.

"So what are we going to play?” Andy asked

"Strip poker!”
He had a very challenging manner to him. What he had said might have sounded ridiculous but as I soon realised, not when it came from Lenny.

"I thought this was a change of subject” observed Bob and then turning to me.

"What is your reaction to this?”

"I don’t mind joining in at all. It’s just that I am not too sure of the rules and so you may have to help me bit.”

"The less you know the sooner you loose and get your kit off!” continued
Lenny then “No! have no fear I shall look after you!” he said grabbing my arm in a tight clasp.

"Here goes then!” said Hank as he dealt from a double deck of cards. “When it comes to things like shoes and socks I suggest they both come off together”

"Yes of course!” agreed Lenny on behalf of everyone else.

To begin with I fared reasonably well which brought remarks from Andy that I
was not as innocent as I looked. Several of the guys had to take their
shirts off before I did and the sight of these big hairy chests was already generating problems for me lower down and increased everyone’s anticipation of events.

A run of losses saw my shoes and socks come off and then my jeans. Then I seemed to survive many games as I watched the others strip off down to their briefs revealing those huge strong thighs which characterise Rugby players all over the world and massive bulges where the material struggled to enclose their considerable equipment! I had a raging erection when it came to my turn to pull my pants down.

It was the most exciting moment of my life. I could remember having such feelings all those years ago when I was a mascot and had glimpsed some of the players in the changing rooms.

This was it! Their eyes all went down to feast on my genitals. I felt so proud tat all these beautiful men should be admiring me. Then I turned to show them my bum. This was even more exciting for me as here lay some of my most treasured fantasies.

Lenny was the first to run his hands over my buttocks then everyone seemed to be groping my genitals and slit.

It was all over too quickly as Bob called them to order and the barman was seen across the room.

I got dressed amid compliments. Eric said my ass was even sexier than any chick he’d seen. We played some more games then we all decided to go to bed.

Sammy was asleep in the corner of the dormitory. Bob asked me where I wanted to go so I chose a lower bunk near the middle of the room.

I watched the other guys strip down to their underpants and get into their bunks. I wondered whether anything would happen when the lights went out. In fact I was fucking desperate!
As soon as everyone was in bed Bob put off the light But although it was dark there was a lot of noise from guys telling dirty jokes and laughing.

Others were going on about who had the balls to do something. Poor Sammy!
I was lying on my side with my knees slightly forward when I felt a hand on my blanket from behind. It was very dark but a voice said. “How are you doing?”

"Fine thanks!” I replied then I felt his hand coming in under the bedclothes and feeling my naked body. It was Daren who played Full Back. He was in the lower bunk next to me, he was really nice but quiet. A bit of a dark horse but very handsome so I had no problem at all about his advances.

I moved my body backwards towards him but remained facing the other way.

This gave him access to my bum and slit. But he was pushing his hand between my legs and groping my balls and cock which was very hard. I was near to cumming but then he withdrew his hand I remember being worried that something had made him loose interest in me.

The next thing was I felt the whole bunk sag as I realised that his big warm naked body was right next to me in bed.