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Scotland 25-13 England Huw Jones
So here I was having to wait for my mate to pick me up pretty drunk after a whole crate of alcohol and there he was damp from the shower Huw Jones the man who had pretty much single handedly damaged Englands chances of winning the Six Nations after the 25-13 damaging loss for England. He looked so smug and happy as he said bye to some of the other players as I started to walk over to him. I looked at him as he wore tracksuit bottoms and a tight t-shirt while he fished for his keys out of his trackies.
I looked over at him up and down frustrated and angry before shouting over to him, "Huw, how does it feel? You know somedays I want to hate jocks like you."
"Excuse me, it's a game you win some you lose some chill out and we can talk." Huw said in his very un-Scottish accent as he looked at me smiling but still looking smug.
"Maybe if you take that smug grin off your face." I said as he looked over at me, my cock jumped a little in my jeans.
"So did you enjoy the game?" He asked taking a step towards me.
With each step my cock got more and more hard. I gulped and then I spoke my voice slightly breaking, "Maybe more if you wasn't..."
He stepped up again now just five steps away he moved his left hand to his body, "If I wasn't?"
"If you wasn't like."
"Like what?" He said smugly as he stepped up now just four steps away.
"Like for real you was just so good." I looked at him and looked at his hand that started to move his shirt up.
"Well I am pretty amazing." He said as he was now three steps away from me my cock now obviously hard.
"Your just I mean like so..."
"You going to actually finish a sentence before you bust your load in your jeans." As he stepped forward my extremely hard cock began to flex in my jeans.
"I well, I just..." After I groaned softly.
"So do all men have this affect on you, or just us real jocks." His smugness reaching a whole new level.
"You are just rather like perfect. I mean other then been Scottish. It's like just fuck." My cock danced as he stepped closer to me and then he placed his hand on my cock and then he slipped his hand around to my arse.
"I'm going to plough you, destroy you like I did your team." His grip on my arse he pulled me and threw me to his car which I had not realised that I had stood near his car.
"But... I mean?"I stuttered before he grabbed his keys and unlocked his card with his left hand.
I extended my hand and opened the car door as he said commandingly, "Undo that belt, pull your jeans down and get in the back seat cause I am wrecking you in thirty seconds."
I quickly undid my belt and pulled my jeans down before climbing into the car and presenting my ass to him, "Just fuck me then you Scottish little..."
"Oh I am not little you slut." With that I felt his hard cock at my hole before I felt it drive straight in all the way deep into the hole his balls slapped my ass. We moaned in unison as he hit the right spot immediately.
My cock erupted there and then on his upholstery. "Oh fuck." I groaned. "I am..." He thrust in again, "like..." as he continued to hit the spot, "so, sorry."
"You will be licking it up." His thrusts became harder and so much harshier.
A few moments later he pulled out and stopped I turned and then I noticed him pulling his hand back and he began to slap my arse his hand print left a massive red mark and tears began to pour out of my eyes with the stinging sensation.
"Fuck that hurt." I shouted.
"Your getting more and your gonna count them."
As his hand hit my arse again, "One."
"Can you English not even count. That was your second."
As his hand moved into the air and then straight down into my ass, "Three."
"No, you got it wrong we start again."
His hand lashed down as he sniggered , "One... Two... Three..." I sobbed as I continued to count. "Four... Five..." I turned and looked back at him my cock still hard even after I came. "Six... Seven.." He stopped for what felt like an eternity but was actually more like twenty seconds before the eighth and the ninth before the final tenth one whistled through the air. As it hit I shot forward and ended laid on the back seat my cum now squeezed between my leg and the leather interior of the car.
Lifting myself up he grabbed my thighs and lifted me his hand by my thigh some of the cum spread onto his hand. He placed his hand over my face and said in his commanding voice, "Clean my hand." I licked it hungrily eating my own cum from his hand. "Tell me you want me to punish you."
"Punish me with your thick..." I said but shocked as suddenly he slapped my arse.
"You calling me thick." He spat out at me.
"No I am not calling you." Huw threw three more spanks while holding my thigh to hold me in place.
"Please fuck my hole. Please Huw." Huw lined his cock up with my already wrecked hole and drove his hard cock with his balls slapping my already red arse.
"So tell me you glad you lost now."
"Yes sir, I'm glad we did cause your amazing."
"Tell me, tell me how you hate that the Scottish men are real men compared to you."
His cock and balls continually slapping my arse his breathing becoming quicker.
"I'm gonna cum." He said as my arse clamped on his cock as I blew my second load on his back seat before I felt his cum begin to flood into my arse and up deep into my stomach as he bit down on my neck.
He grabbed me picking me up and quickly ripped me clothes off leaving me naked stood outside his car. He kissed me passionatly before whispering in my ear, "One more load for your English butt."
I moaned softly, "I thought you was brought up in..."
He bit me on the neck before grabbing my legs and throwing my naked back on the cum covered seat, "Oh I am better then you though."
With that he speared my ass with his cock, from the new angle the pain felt new the angle was electric my cock was hard after already coming three times today. My legs over his shoulders he looked down and for a few seconds I thought that he was going to give my arse some rest but then he plunged in he stretched his arms out placing his hands behind my head he lent in and with each deep penetrating thrust he placed his lips onto mine and kissed me before he slide his cock in me and this time he would bite my neck. After five minutes of gentle nibbling on my neck and deep harsh penetrating thrusts.
His breathing became shallow and our eyes met his eyes was something special a twinkle in his eyes as he finally groaned, "So glad we destroyed you and now I'm destroying you."
"Breed me, put your winning sperm in me." I grabbed my hand and clasped the back of his neck pulling him in and kissing him as his cock began to pulse in me one final time.
He kept his cock in me as he finished spilling yet another load in me. He stayed there for a short time kept in me until our heart rates calmed down.
As he stepped back he looked down at me and then he pulled his trackies up. He finally looked at me before speaking, "Pass me your phone."
I fished my phone out of my trousers as I passed it to him, I watched him tap some numbers in as I got dressed. He passed my phone back as I smiled. As he climbed into the front seat of his car he smiled and as he started the car. I could not help but feel that earlier drunk buzz was gone and all was left was a guy purely smelling of superior Scottish cum.