Our captain Glenn, a bit hungover and horny, lost out to an aggressive buggering by young Cameron. Bleary eyed, his cock still dripping, he set himself up under a tree for a nap.
Glenn's son Noel lept into action against Cooper, employing a bit of watersports action to mix things up. Both men unleashed a torrent of piss, but ultimately Cooper sent Noel over the edge when he started pissing while Noel was fucking him doggy style.
The last brother, Daniel, was a big unit, but my dad Ross had been lifting weights since before I was born, and flung the young fella onto the ground for an unceremonious pounding. Daniel moaned in pleasure, cumming hands-free as my old man stretched out his back-passage.
The next three matches were almost a blur. Dean and I rimmed each other, then fingered, until finally he gave me a face full of the white stuff. Charlie and Isaac wrestled until our man had Isaac in a hold and jerked him to completion. I think Jack was so horny from the day that he blew after ten seconds of sucking from Andy.
As Glenn woke up to celebrate out win, we learned that these guys made the losing side eat a "meat pie of shame"- basically your standard servo meat pie, but then glazed with the jizz of the winners. We each happily lined up and dropped a load on the snack, then stood back and watched the losers eagerly devour it, each man growing some serious wood at the sight. It was a feeding frenzy, and as I watched the brothers lick gravy and cum off each other's faces I thought maybe we could have a rematch, but Glenn herded us back in the car to get to the motel. Oh well, maybe next time.
Match Three
The third match was a bit of a drive away to a small town I'd never heard of, but Glenn seemed the most excited about these guys. Once we arrived I could see why.
This town was something else! Seemed like everyone was good-looking and horny, given how the staff at the motel flirted with us- the women and the men! Once we were settled in, Glenn explained that we weren't going to a backyard, but to the cricket ground across from the hotel.
That's right, a proper cricket ground. The stands offered a fair bit of privacy, but we were still walking stark naked onto an actual, proper pitch. And it turned out we had spectators. Apparently half the men and women in town had rocked up to see us face off against their six-man squad.
It turned out their guys- Dan, Ben, Jordan, Harry, Bob and Josh- were usually part of the local footy team, and this town was known for having some adults-only games where you could see just as much rooting as playing on the field. But, in the off season, they decided to get into a bit of cricket.
We were absolutely floored. Dan, with his slicked back salt-and-pepper hair and European good looks, had Glenn blowing up his arse in minutes. Noel managed to make the muscular Ben cum first as he was getting fucked, but he jizzed seconds after. My old man was on his back, legs in the air, begging for release as young Jordan ate his hole, and he soon got it. I got completely blindsided by Harry's friendly conversation until, next thing I knew, I was being held upside down as he rooted me, my own cum raining down on my face.
Faced with a possible loss, Charlie and Andy decided to try their team-up manoeuvre from our first match, hoping for better results this time. It went a bit better, with Andy managing to tickle Josh's prostate enough for him to blow, but the sight of it sent Charlie over the edge and his seed erupted into Bob's eager mouth.
Having lost, the six of us had to stand in the middle of the pitch, hands behind our backs. A line of spectators came down out of the stands, approaching the other team and shaking hands before moving towards us.
We quickly discovered that, while the winning team got the congratulations of their fans, we got manhandled every which way.
I think at least forty people had their way with me that day. My dick was fondled, an old lady licked my nuts, more than one man fingered my chute. I looked over at my dad at one point- he was on all fours eating out some fit young bird while her fella tugged him off. We were utterly spent when we finally got back to the motel, each of us leaking cum out our arses and down our legs.
Driving home the next day, we all agreed the cricket tour was a great idea, and one we would definitely get behind again.
"I've been thinking..." said Glenn, his semi-hard cock already sticking out the leg of his shorts.
"Maybe we should start playing footy too..."
