Man Action with a Rugby Scrum Half - Part 1

A few years back, I was on business in some country districts and was stuck in a hot, mid sized town for a weekend. On saturday afternoon. I went over to the sports ground to watch a rugby match between the locals and a visiting side. After a couple of beers at the pub, the thought of watching all those testosterone loaded guys playing rough and hard and fucking each other up really got me fired up. But I was also feeling mad horny and the thought of cruising at the local stadium and possibly finding a tough country boy with overloaded nuts in need of pressure release was very appealing.

When they took to the field, the player that stuck out most to me was the local scrum half - he wasn't the youngest player by any means - I guessed he must be mid thirties but he filled the number 9 jersey to perfection. Standing about 1.8m and weighing in around 85 kgs, he was the perfect mix of rugged good looks, height, brawn and muscle, with a pair of magnificent, chunky legs leading up to a set of bulging glutes wrapped in the tightest pair of black rugger shorts. It was one of the hottest rugby asses I had ever seen, and clearly the man was very proud of his body.

I was mesmerized watching him in action, especially as he bent down (making the seam of his shorts go deep into his crack) behind the scrum waiting for possession then filtering it cleanly off to a pair of waiting hands. The locals got beat by the visitors but the game was fair, but rough and hard. The players exited through the tunnel to the change room and I decided to go cruising. Being a small stadium, there was just one change room which also served as the mens washroom, so it was a perfect excuse to go in there and take a leak and check out some sweaty dudes at the same time. The room had that heady mix of mansweat, soggy gear and hot smelly leather boots. The urinals were at right angles to the open shower area, so I could check out some of the lads as they lathered up after the game, but there were quite a number of spectators coming in and out to piss or chat to their mates so I couldn't really gaze around too much, but there was some pretty good meat on display. The srum half had his back to the open room, so all I got to see were his muscled glutes and awesome legs.

I loitered around in the stands to see where the guys headed after their clean up. About 15 minutes later, the number 9 and some mates exited the tunnel and walked down the road to a local hotel and into the bar. I had only one man on my mind now so I headed over there like a dog on heat. The pub was packed with rugged country guys, full of beer, back slapping and bullshit post-rugby-match-guy-talk. My man was dressed in jeans, nicely worn New Balance sneakers with secret socks and a tight white golf shirt that showed off his physique perfectly. He was seated on a bar stool with his legs open displaying an ample bulge in his jeans - confirming my thoughts that he sported a serious package which I got a good hint of when he was in rugby shorts.

I positioned myself at a decent distance, leaned up against the wall and drank my beer, stealing long glances at his crotch. Our eyes caught a couple of times and he nodded a kind of greeting. I thought it best to stop staring, so I challenged a local to a game of pool, which I won. When I went round to play a ball from the side nearest my rugger hunk, I hoped he might be checking out my muscled ass bending over the table. He was so fucking macho and "normal" that I thought it unlikely. Besides, he wore a wedding band, but then so did I...and that never stopped me cruising for cock and good, solid men who liked it discreet and rough and hard like I do when the right opportunities come around.

Finishing up at pool, I went over to order another beer, brushing past the rugby players. I heard him say that he needed to piss urgently, but his mates told him to listen to the end of a horny joke one of the lads was telling. I timed my move precisely and went off to the toilet as the joke ended. There were a couple of guys at the urinals, with only the middle one free, so I squeezed in and slowly unbuttoned my Levis as the two guys finished their pee. When the rugby scrum half came in, he had no choice but to take a urinal on one side of me - he unzipped his Wranglers and at the same time started talking. "Man, you really kicked that guys ass at pool - I enjoyed watching your game. He's a damn good player, but I usually beat him as well". With that, he let out a sigh of relief as he hauled his tool out and started to piss.

It was easy for me to take a look now, as he had already struck up a conversation, so I glanced over and saw the stream of hot piss spewing out of a long foreskin on the end of a big, fat cock. There was an instant rush of blood to my 8" cock and it grew visibly as I pissed against the porcelain, so I looked up quickly at his face and saw that his eyes were on my cock, but then also darted up to meet my eyes. He must have seen that my cock had swelled considerably.

I complimented him on how well he played rugby. As my piss trailed off, I gave a good shake and tug on my half engorged cock shaft and slowly packed my meat into my jeans, hoping he was watching out the corner of his eye. Then, as if not wanting me to move away, he continued chatting about the game while his piss came to an end, then he shook it off and made long movements of the foreskin up and down the cockhead. His dick had definitely grown a bit thicker, but I was not 100% sure if he was giving me a signal or not. He knew I was watching the show.

We washed up at the basins and headed back out into the pub. I decided to challenge him to a game of pool to try to take this further but he replied that he was leaving to attend a barbecue that evening. However, he said he was sleeping over at the hotel that night as his farm was an hour drive from town and he always got too pissed to drive home. So he'd drop by the pub later and hoped I'd still be around to accept my challenge. We shook hands and introduced ourselves.

I spent the next few hours in my room and from around 8pm kept checking in on the pub. At 10pm, feeling a bit disappointed, I decided to go shoot some pool and have a few more beers before closing time. Then just after last round was called, rugger dude stumbled into the pub by himself, checked me at the bar, came over and gave me a huge slap on the back, said he was glad I was still around and asked if the challenge was still on. I said "sure", but it was clear he would not be playing very well, but we shot some balls anyway and I cleaned him up fast. He drank half my beer even though he was already pissed.

"I gotta sober up a bit", he said, and persuaded the barman to organize a strong coffee. We were the last to leave the bar. Outside in the hotel garden, I asked him if he was feeling any better. He told me he needed to swim to sober up properly and walked off towards the hotel pool, then right past it. I pointed this out to him and he put his arm on my shoulder and told me that there was an old pool down at the stream at the end of the garden. Being out in the country, it was a substantial garden and at the end was a thicket of trees and bushes, that dropped down to the stream, where a rock pool had been constructed long ago, but the water still flowed through it and over a broken wall at the far end.

So this guy just peeled off his clothes and walked butt naked into the water. There was no moon, so I could hardly see him. "Come on in mate" he said. "There's no snakes". "Yeah, except for the one between your legs", I joked, peeling off my kit. When I joined him in the water, he ducked me under and laughed "now there's two snakes - my puffadder and your cobra". My hopes rose with the sexual innuendo of his words and we spent about ten minutes sobering up, talking shit, play wrestling and ducking each other under. I couldn't help it, but my cock got fully erect from the horsing around and body contact and in a clinch it locked hard against his thigh. It seemed he maybe only had a semi hardon, so I felt a bit awkward about it, and after that he immediately got out the water and sat on a rock on the side. I was worried I had scared the dude, that maybe he was completely straight and shocked that another dude's erect cock had touched him.

He was obviously contemplating things, then asked me directly: "Are you a cocksucker?" I wasn't quite sure what to say, but decided the smartest answer would be "Maybe...If I'm asked nicely". "But you're married", he said. I replied: "So what?" He chuckled "So you keep it discreet then?". I said yes. There was a moments silence, then he said "That's the right attitude." He looked around and behind him as if checking that we were completely alone, then continued: "So do you wanna taste this cock?"

I felt a head rush, walked right up to him, moving in between his legs. He was stroking his meat. I needed no further invitation and said "You gonna make that spit on me?" as I reached out and cupped his balls in my hand before grabbing hold of his shaft firmly. I moved my hand up and down, squeezing around the base to engorge it. I worked the loose foreskin to expose his knob as his dick reached full erection and his foreskin made delicious sounds as I worked it over his wet knob. I asked if this was the first time another man had jacked his cock and he said no. After a slight hesitation, he asked if we can trust each other. I said sure...this stays between us. He told me he loves sucking and fucking men, but confined this to occasional, discreet encounters, mostly with masseurs when he went on business to a big city. "I saw you check me out today", he said. "Why do you think I came looking for you in the pub? I just wasn't sure until I felt your boner...I've got to be very careful around this town."

I moved one of his legs between my thighs and started rubbing my cock on his leg. His foot moved behind my ass to explore. His cock was starting to leak precum, so I reckoned it was time to get down there and taste it. Moving towards his crotch, he held my head with both hands and pushed me down onto his cock. Slowly, I licked his hairy balls, sucking each one into my mouth, then explored up the shaft to the tip of his thick nine incher and got my tongue under the foreskin and into his piss slit to taste the precum, cleaning all around inside his skin, before enveloping the head with my warm mouth. It smelled so fucking good and tasted even better. As I went down on him, he gasped and his body stiffened. For the next ten minutes I sucked and worshiped his man meat, working his monster further down my throat as my gagging reflexes subsided, till my lips were down on his pubes. At the same time I worked his balls with my hand, sometimes sucking in the huge nuts, then I began to explore the sensitive area between his balls and asshole, and he really liked that. Lying back on his elbows, he lifted his legs and placed them on my shoulders. "Fuck that feels great", he moaned as my tongue got more adventurous and headed for his pucker.

I spread his ass with my hands and got my tongue right into his hairy crack and he spread his legs wide to allow me full access. All the time I stroked his dick while he moaned and writhed as I rimmed his manhole. Then I spat on my finger and started to work it slowly into his ass while my mouth returned to his cock. I had my wet index digit deep in his spout and his cock down my throat when his balls tightened and he started to shake as a load of hot juice erupted from his swollen nuts and spewed protein into my mouth. I kept a finger on his prostate and his cock in my mouth and drained every last bit of cum until his orgasm subsided. I let some of the jizz drip out my mouth and onto his cock and balls then licked it off again before swallowing all his seed.

He was lying flat on his back on the rock now, completely drained. I exited the water, straddled his face and rubbed my cock and balls across his unshaved chin. His tongue came out and slurped away, then I just shoved it right into his open mouth, grabbed behind his head and pulled him up and started to fuck his face, forcefully moving my veiny cock in and out and making him give me back some of the pleasure I had given him. "Suck my dick, cocksucker! Make me cum now", I ordered. After a minute of stuffing my manhood into his mouth and making him gag, I blew a rope of cum across his lips and chin, licked it off his stubble and shoved my tongue into his mouth.

He rolled over on top of me, licked my neck, and then we slipped into the water to cool off and relax.

"Fuck, that was real man stuff!" he said. "You maybe wanna take this further tonight?". For a guy who was still a bit pissed, I was impressed that he was still feeling so horny and did not display any married man guilt shit about what just happened between us.

So I told him: "I wanna get that big scrum half cock up my ass and feel it offload inside me!"