I was playing rugby on Hackney Marshes, against a team from Barking, and playing in the blind side wing three quarter position, as I was slightly built and fast.

The game had only just started when this black guy broke from the scrum and ran round the blind side, catching me out. I did not have time to tackle him properly, so I instinctively stretched out my arm, and let him run into it. This action is called a "clothes line" and is strictly illegal. The guy went down like a sack of potato's and the referee, blew his whistle telling me that I was being sent off for dangerous play. As I started to walk off, the guy got up and threw a punch at me, then swore at the ref, before he too was sent off.

We were both going to take an early bath, and the game was only five minutes old.

I got back to the dressing room, stripped off, went into the shower, and started soaping myself down, when my opponent suddenly entered the shower in a very bad mood. He pushed me against the wall of the shower and still holding onto my shoulder started bitching about how I had fouled him and got him sent off. I was a bit frightened because he was bigger than me, and looked like he could handle himself. I told him that I was sorry, that I did not mean to chop him down, but that he had surprised me. He was standing right up against me, we were both naked, and despite my fear I started to get a hard on.

"Oh, Oh, he said, " We got taken out of the game by a little gay boy, well that is interesting."

He pushed me down onto my knees, so that my face was level with his more than substantial cock. I suppose that I could have struggled, but at that moment there was nothing that I would rather have done, than take that black monster into my mouth. I sucked him, caressed his balls and within minutes he was skull fucking me like it was going out of fashion, leaving a trail of pre cum along the roof of my mouth. A few more minutes, and he sort of froze before shooting jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth.

After that he was more gentle; we soaped each other, then rinsed and dried ourselves. I was about to get dressed when he came up behind me, started playing with my cock, whilst fingering my ass with fingers that had a lot of Vaseline smeared on them. I knew what was going to happen, and the thought of having to take his huge cock, excited me beyond belief. And after a few minutes jerking my cock, it erupted like a volcano.

He laid me on a massage table, lifted my legs then stepped forward to impale me. It was a good job that I was quite experienced in the art of getting buggered, because this guy's cock was about as big as I could take without causing damage. As it slid into me, I felt myself being stretched to the limit, and when he was in balls deep. I still had serious reservations. Luckily, he knew the score and started fucking me with slow, gentle thrusts, only picking up speed and power when he knew that I was ready for him.

It wasn't the best fuck of my