Dear Diary,
When I went to university, I attended the hockey trials. I put in a good performance and was selected to be part of the first team squad; I play left wing. I was the only girl from trials who was selected for the first team squad. The rest of the squad had played in previous years. Basically, I was like a rookie cheerleader for DCC, whilst everyone else was a veteran.
The next few weeks were spent practicing, getting ready for the season to start. As part of this, the captain of the team measured me for my uniform. After the final practice before the season started, I was presented with my first team uniform. Part of the team ritual is that you have to dress into your uniform whilst all the veterans watch and then model the uniform to all of them.
After the uniform ritual, I was led to the basement of the sports hall. It’s dimly lit and smells of sweat and stale beer. As the hockey squad entered, I saw that the rugby first team squad was there, and there were five chairs with guys sat in them; the rest of the team were standing.
The hockey captain, Sarah, was stern and pushed me into the middle of the chairs, which I had worked out were the dinghy squad’s new recruits.
“You’re one of us now, but first you service the new blood; show them what our new left wing can do on her knees.”
I knew hockey and rugby had a reputation for wild initiations that could get sexual. I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees in front of Finn, a redhead with his cock bulging in his shorts. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and yanked as his cock slapped his abs, the head glistening with pre-cum.
“Fuck yeah,” Finn groaned as I put my lips around the head, sucking hard while my tongue swirled over the slit. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each pass, my eyes locking onto his as saliva dripped down my chin. The other four watched, stroking themselves through their clothes. My hand pumped the base of Finn’s cock, twisting on the upstroke, my other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently before squeezing to make him buck.
Finn’s hips jerked, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold me steady.
“Swallow it all, fresher,” he grunted, and moments later, hot spurts of cum flooded my throat. I gulped it down, not spilling a drop, pulling off with a gasp and a satisfied lick of my lips.
Next up was Jake, a dark-haired brute with a pierced cock. I crawled to him on all fours, my ass swaying, my jersey riding up to expose the curve of my hips. His dick was straight and girthy, the metal barbell glinting as I engulfed it. The piercing hit the roof of my mouth, adding a tangy edge to his salty skin. I hummed around him, the vibration making Jake curse and grip the chair arms. I alternated between sloppy, wet sucks and teasing licks along the underside, my free hand slipping under my skirt to rub my clit through my soaked underwear.
The rugby freshers cheered me on, their voices a chorus of “Suck it harder!” and “Take that dick!” My pussy throbbed, but focused, I hollowed my cheeks to draw Jake deeper until my nose pressed into his trimmed pubes. He came with a roar, pumping ropes of semen onto my tongue, and I swallowed my reward.
By the third guy, Tom, a lean, tattooed player with a long, slender cock, my jaw ached. I straddled his lap briefly, grinding my wet panties against his thigh to ease the ache between my legs before sliding down to kneel properly. My mouth watered as I took him in, lips stretching wide, tongue flicking the sensitive frenulum. Tom was vocal, moaning my name as I worked him over, my hands roaming his thighs, nails digging in to match the intensity. I edged him twice, pulling back when his balls tightened, before finally letting him explode, cum shooting across my tongue and dribbling from the corners of my mouth. I wiped it with my finger and sucked it clean, earning wolf whistles from the group.
The fourth, Marcus, had the biggest cock yet, thick as my wrist, with a flared head. I spat on it first, lubing the shaft with my saliva before sucking the head like a lollipop, then inching down slowly. My throat bulged as I forced it deeper, gagging once but powering through, my eyes watering.
“Good girl, choke on that rugby cock,” he said, his hands guiding my head to set a rhythm. When he came, it was a gush that overflowed, cum spilling down my chin onto my boobs, soaking my jersey.
Last was Ben, the quiet one with a surprisingly curved dick that hit the back of my throat at a perfect angle. I was a mess by now, hair disheveled, lips swollen and shiny, makeup smudged. I attacked his cock with renewed vigor, deepthroating him effortlessly after the others, my hand jerking in sync with my bobs. Ben lasted longest, his quiet gasps turning to pleas as I sucked harder, tongue pressing flat against the vein. Finally, he unloaded, thick jets coating my mouth until I swallowed every bit, rising on shaky legs with a triumphant grin.
The room erupted in applause as Sarah pulled me to my feet, clapping me on the back. She kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat.
“Welcome to the first XI, wing. You’re initiated—and so are they.” My pussy was clenching at the thought of what other ‘team bonding’ might come next.
