RUGBY LEAGUE – PART SIX

“Get yer shirt off mate!” Daz told me, and before I could react he grabbed my rugby shirt at the scruff of my neck and started to wrench the sodden, dirty material off me. I struggled on all fours, stepping out of as he pulled. He threw my Ellgren shirt on the floor, a wet blue and mud stained white polyester clump. Daz continued to strip me, and with a few sharp tugs, he split the Velcro of my Gilbert pads, and with another sharp tug, pulled them off, my ears stinging as he whipped my the neck hole off over my head. I was left almost naked, in just my rugby boots, socks and jockstrap. The chilling air of the changing rooms was welcome on my bare skin, cooling me down from the heat of the sex. I wanted to get my jockstrap off, and let them fuck me naked, with my cock free at last, instead of it remaining tight, hard and frustrated in my pouch, but Daz made no move to strip me further. I was going to have to suffer a bit more.

The bastards were probably loving making me wait for it and I had to admit the frustration was arousing in its own way. I would just have to take my pleasure in my mouth and up my arse a bit longer. I could feel my cock pushed up hard, working under the waistband of my Litesome, the head looking for an escape, almost pushing up to poke out against my stomach. Daz ran his hands over my back, feeling the strained muscles of my flanks, before reaching down under my sodden armpits to have a quick feel at my chest, rubbing the firmness of my pectorals, the work in the gym and the tension of the sex giving him a taut firm torso to grope.
“Nice!” Daz complemented me quietly.
“Wont to take much to get thee well bulked up mate!” he added, letting me go and clamping his shovel mitts on the side of my butt, steadying me for his final assault.

Trev came round in front of me again, his hairy crotch right in front of my face, slowly wanking his long slick pole, keeping himself just on the brink of coming, while he waited for Daz to slide back into me, letting me enjoy the intimacy of watching how he pleasured himself, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the tip, and stroking up and down the awesome length, the rotation of his wrist enabling him to easily follow the banana curve of his long slippery shaft.

Trev took a brief break from wanking himself and reached over my shoulders, his wet cock head nearly close enough to my gob to suck. He didn’t shove it in though, but reached over to grab my backside, a big hairy shovel hand slapping firmly onto each cheek of my buttocks, grabbing on for a good firm hold. He pulled slightly and parted my buttocks, and held them spread and I realised he was holding them apart for his mate.
“There yer go pal, get yersen back up him!” he told Daz.
“Cheers mate!” Daz responded cheerfully, his hot body pressing up behind me.

Without any ceremony, Daz abruptly shoved himself back up my arse with the donkey like sophistication I’d come to expect. Trev let my arse go, and Daz, deep inside me again, pulled back and