RUGBY LEAGUE – PART FOUR

He dropped another can and a Twix wrapper into the bag I was holding and wiped his muddy hand on his equally filthy shirt. His bending over and the clinging shiny material of his shorts emphasised the bulge between his legs, jutting proudly at the front of his tight shorts. The tie strings had come loose and were hanging down at the front, swinging as he moved and brushing against the large bulge. I idly wondered what he looked like naked, what was lurking under that bulge. I tried to shake the unworthy though out of my head, and glanced over at Trev, still loafing around looking bored. It didn’t work. Trev had a huge fucking crotch bulge as well, and I found myself, against all better intentions, wondering what he looked like naked again too. With a hard on. Dripping at the cock. In bed with some bird, fucking her like a bull, his big hairy arse bobbing away between her thighs, panting underneath him as he performed, with her tits and nipples rubbing on his huge hairy barrel chest.

‘Whoa Boy!’ I told myself, ‘Just fucking stop it’ I reaffirmed in my head. I was surprised and angry at myself at thinking about them like that after the two hours of grief they’d just given me and the lumps we’d been braying out of each other. I got back to my litter. I could feel my cock getting a bit tight in my jockstrap, and surreptitiously had a rummage to make things more comfortable while Daz was distracted looking for more litter. I couldn’t believe what I was letting into my head. I distracted myself by trying to continue a civilised conversation with Daz.

“So why did tha leave the team them? I’d have been a lot happier with thy two playing for us than against us.”
“Just work pressures really. The firm had us doing a lot of work round Leeds a coupla years back, loads of flat conversions and that sort of shit. Were hard to make training a lot of the time, getting back from over there with all the overtime I was doing and you know how Dave loves ya being late!” I chuckled at that. I knew full well.

Daz continued.
“Dave’s right thought, no point playing this game unless you can give it commitment. Besides, it wunt really fair on the rest of the team, so I had to skip the rugby for a year. Fuckin’ killed me though, but us firms got a lot of local contracts now, so we can make training. Just happened to be in the pub when I heard Williams were looking for some new forwards this year, so he gave us a chance. Its been great getting back into it. Gives me a chance to knock a few lumps out of all the cocky young lads like thee! I really missed me game when I wont playin’.”

I could imagine how it would have been for him. I would miss it myself, and I knew that there was a time coming in the not too distant future when I was going to have to sacrifice my rugby for a couple of years to get on with my engineering course. I didn’t fancy spending the rest of my life on my dire fitter’s wages, but I knew