RUGBY WRESTLE. (some raunch) By JonH
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RUGBY WRESTLE
In the dull afternoon light I pushed the white line marker around the rugby field. Stopping occasionally to blow in my hands I was keen to get finished early as I knew by the time I got home I'd be bloody cold.
The marker had a bung wheel so it wasn't easy to push, I'm 23, I am just on 5'6 but I'm strong. I don't play sports but doing odd jobs around this sporting complex means I can cheap rates on the gym and pool. Letting out a dry fart I'm surprised how loud it is through my work trousers.
The fields empty except for me and Parry Armitt. Parry's a prop on the local rugby team, because he's 6'2 and real bulky looking I assume he's a good player. I'm no genius but the term 'big and dumb' always kinda goes through my head when I see Parry. With a slow but steady pace he jogs past me in old track pants and fleecy top.
"Watch the lines" I yell after him with a laugh. His big clumsy body makes a point of running right over the freshly marked boundaries. He gives me a stupid grin before going back to concentrating on his running.
Watching that heavy arse of his bounce slightly inside his track pants gets my dick growing inside my trousers. I'll get home, take a dump then beat off for sure.
I didn't know Parry would be out here but I'm glad he is. It's good having some kind of company somehow. On Saturday just gone the rugby team had lost, from what I heard Parry had played well overall but even though he's not smart I respect him for being out here training. His team mates had practice then bolted straight after. All up they're nice guys but the captain Ian Torres is a smart arse, I overheard when Parry asked a tactics question during training this afternoon Ian looks at him and says "Ball. Run. That's all the tactics you need". It was kinda funny I suppose, I couldn't help laughing abit.
From the grunts behind me I knew Parry was approaching. I felt a slap on the back of my head as he ran past "keep em' straight now Charlie mate". His steady pace didn't slow. "You stay of my fuckin' lines you bastard" I yelled out with a laugh. The smell of his sweat hangs in the cold still air as he passes. I've known him for years, we've always been friendly to each other since we grew up in the same street.
The street lights are just coming on as I finish off the last few feet. Pushing the line marker into the shed I lock the door and pocket the key. Blowing into my hands in I realize the only way to stay warm on the way home is to maybe jog along Griffin Road to my street. I notice Parry's not running around the field. The fog had started to descend in the few minutes I'd spent in the shed. Letting out another dry fart I start to slowly jog through the park.
Jogging out the sporting complex east gate I cross the road and head into Nelson Park. Despite the cold and fog I'm soon feeling warm, almost breaking out in a sweat. I'm coming up the local park toilets and I toss round the idea of stopping in to take a dump but thinking of the cold seats I decide against it. Besides it turns into a beat when it gets dark. I don't like beats, maybe because I'm local these toilets just don't seem the right place for sex. The one time I did meet somewhere there (I really was taking a piss) I made it clear I was only gonna do stuff if we went back to his place. He said his name was Noel and that he was an accountant in the city. He was wearing a suit. I ended up back at his place, he took off his trousers and shoes but left on his shirt, tie and socks. As I guess is typical with guys from beats he was married, I was eating his arse out on the lounge room couch and looking between his legs to remove a hair from my teeth I noticed a family shot with him in the middle of it. He mentioned something about divorce then took my dick into his mouth so we left the subject there.
The red brick of the toilets appeared black in the thickening fog. I felt I'd made the right decision when I kept on jogging right past it into the 'forest' part of the park. This part had a slight hill to it so I had drops of sweat on my brow by the time I got the part where it leveled out.
I was concentrating on the sound of my feet on the asphalt path when I became aware that in the silence another person was jogging in time with me.
I turned and for a second saw Parry's big stupid grinning face before the force and size of his body sent me tumbling side ways. His arms wrapped around my waist he we started to fall off the path, loose our footing and roll down the embankment. Parry was laughing as we rolled on the damp grass, holding me in a damn bear hug we went arse over tit down to the bottom. When we slid into some pushes I used my speed and strength to get out of the bear hug and grabbed him in a headlock, letting out an amused cry at this display of strength he clamped his heavy legs around mine and squeezed until I let go with a yell. Wrestling. Like kids. Wrapping my arms around his body I decided to play along and using all my strength rolled the both of us until he was flat on his back under me. My cock was starting to respond to the pressure so I let him easily roll me over again, trying to pull my crotch away from his body. His big sweaty face blew hot breath into my mouth as he laughed at my determination. His sweaty face slapped into my chin as he used his weight to press me onto my back in the grass.
As his crotch pushed into my leg I felt it, a definite stiffness. "I gotcha now" he grunted happily. I took advantage of not needing to hide my own growing bulge and scissored round his legs before rolling him over me with one hard pull and gasp. Coming to rest on top of him I ground my crotch into his. Looking down onto his ruddy damp face I pressed onto him without shame. Wrestlers get boners sometimes so what the hell. His sweet breath filled my mouth as with a grunt and blazing eyes he clamped one hand onto my arse cheek before pulling me off him. Both holding each other in a bear hug we rolled along the wet grass. Dew and sweat plastered our faces as we rolled again and again until coming to the hill of the embankment, our steaming breath filled the air. Finishing up on top of me with a look of good humored victory I nodded my head then grabbed his heavy arse, sliding my hand around the heavy cheek I got a grip from pushing my hand into his crack, the fabric of his track pants damp but warm to the touch. Copying his move I wrenched him off me and again we rolled. Our sweat wet faces sliding against each other we avoided touching lips.
Near the base of the bushes again for a second I noticed how dark it had got. Again I was on top of him, this time he ground his crotch into mine, we averted eyes but made no attempt to hide our horny arousal from each other. I felt his huge hand on my back and got ready to be rolled, this time his hand shot down the back of my trousers, I let out a coughing grunt of appreciation I I felt his fat fingers clawing at my bunched up shirt tail before sliding along my sweat lined crack.
Rolling onto our sides we didn't slow the pace, we didn't say a word. The frantic wrestling moves had been replaced with frantic, frenzied groping. My hand shot with ease under the waistband of his track pants and diving into the warmth and his sweaty arse crack I burrowed and pushed until I found his hole. Simultaneously we finger fucked each other, one knuckle then two I dug into his body. Fumbling wildly at my belt buckle and wrenching down my briefs pushed my raw hard cock into his crotch. With the other hand I pulled down the front of his track pants, with a rugby players deftness he loosened his jock strap until I held in my hand his meaty erection.
Ramming our fingers deeper into other we rolled again, his heavy body squeezing the air from my lungs, he lapped his wet tongue up my face. Rolling again, I was on top, ramming his finger as deep into me as he could I felt the pressure of my shit move in my bowels. Not sure if he realized I fell onto his face lapping my tongue into his ear I asked for what I've always wanted.
"I wanna lick yer arse"
Another roll and I was flat on my back in seconds, squatting over my face he pulled his track pants over the huge fat hairy cheeks and with a slap dropped onto my tongue. The smell and bitter taste of his arse smeared across my face, writhing on my tongue he wiped his crack along my nose. Before lifting up off me his glass fire eyes looking down past his bolt up erection. "I gotta fuck ya' mate". Lapping my tongue along his hairy inner thighs I got the pungent taste of arse sweat that had built up during training. The smell of this never before seen part of his body was thick on my face. The rankness made me sick and wild at the same time. With me still flat on my back he straddled my body and dug his tongue into my ear. "gimme that arse mate". Pushing my ear onto his out stretched tongue "man, I can't it's shit...I gotta y' know". Parry's tongue then slid from my ear across my face, the hot wet muscle lapped eagerly at his own arse sweat, his own traces of shit until my cheeks were covered in nothing but his spit. Dropping close to my other ear "take a dump now".
Not waiting for an answer he lifted me up. Once standing, woozily from the lust my boner swaying in the foggy air, I stood there, my head spinning, grabbing my trousers Perry wrenched them down to my ankles "squat". I squatted, he did the same, in the dim light I could still make out the glint in his eye. Grabbing my cock he started to fist it "c'mon man". Straining as fast and as hard as I could I let out a fart and the firm almost smell free log started to come out "is it comin'?" Parry asked eagerly. It fell onto the grass. "uh..hah..yeah it's out".
"Over here"
Waddling quickly a few feet away the both of us moved closer into the bushes. "I gotta wipe..." Before I could finish Parry pushed me onto all fours, going straight at it his finger shot into my still loose arse hole "clean" he grunted before ramming a second finger deep into me. Tugging at my cock I waited no more than a few seconds before I felt that round cock head pushing hard at the hole. Grabbing onto my shoulders he pulled he into his body. His steel hard cock sank into my body with ease. Fisting fast on my cock I knew I was close. Groping back around my hole I realized Parry's balls had shrank right up. Grabbing onto my hips his great calloused hands squeezed me down onto his shaft. He started to hump into me with a speed I didn't think he had. The slap of our sweat dripping bodies filled the still air. the rank smell of our sweat warm to the nostril. I hammered at my cock. Parry reached around and fumbled with the shrunk up balls "blow mate" I blew, with a realize of air pushed out by Parry's bucking hips I let got a load. "Huuhhhhhhhhh" Parry's coarse stifled howl filled the fog as he pulled his cock from my shaft and pounded it 'til it blew on my crack.
Turning slowly to each other we knelt in the near dark. Fifteen minutes ago we'd been jogging our separate ways home. Now I watched as Parry wiped the grime from my arse onto his clinging wet t-shirt. With his other hand he stroked roughly and clumsily at my hair.
THE END
NOTE: I find the pics and write the stories. If you wanna see the pics I worked from send an e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk
(quote the story title or I won't know what you're talking about)