Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 02:32:32 +0100 (BST)
From: Pete <mail.anything@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rugby Balls - a different initiation

The energy on the pitch was tangible.

The away team was neck and neck against the home side as the rugby guys
played the ball one way and then the other, moving from one side to the
other over and over again - the teams seemed pretty evenly matched.

Things seemed okay as the away team took possession, Tom Collins getting
the ball into his massive spade like hands; gripped tight running towards
the oppositions back line.

Collins is a massive man, huge build - must be well over six feet in
height, massive size fourteen feet, unstoppable it seems, he filled his
shorts tightly but there wasn't an ounce of fat on the man - you could see
the muscle fibres rise and fall in the mans thighs as he turned with the
ball.

He turned with the ball and smacked right into another man - a pure fluke
or carelessness, who knows as confusion reigned for a moment.

The referee didn't like it and red carded Collins off for recklessness as
his 'victim' lay flat on the floor - breathing, you could see the steam
coming out his mouth, but flattened by the big man. It must have been like
being hit by a wall - a twenty one stone wall at that.

With the look of the devil on his face Collins walked away towards the
tunnel, fuming, angry for his moment of carelessness - being sent off and
leaving the guys one man down during the deciding moments of the second
half.

As he walked towards the tunnel the cold air made his shaven head steam as
the heat poured out of the man during his controlled rage and frustration
of being sent off.

He slapped hands with the Coach as he entered the tunnel and headed for the
away team dressing room.

He took a left turn into the changing rooms and noticed there wasn't anyone
else around -he looked to his right and walked over to the washbasins
behind the wall, alongside them was a urinal trough - he needed to pee.

He walked over, breathing deep and stood in front of the trough.  He tugged
his shorts, un-knotted the cord and loosened the waistband and tugged it
down with his left thumb.  He pulled his tucked in shirt out from within
his shorts and lifted it tucking it under his chin, exposing his solid
stomach muscles.

He tugged the shorts down further as his right hand disappeared inside his
shorts and hooked his cock out from the safety of his jockstrap - the
elastic stretched as his cock flopped out over the waistband of his shorts.

Collins is a big man.  Huge build. Legs like an Oak tree and hands and arms
to match.

Incredibly fit for his age he works out daily and it shows as he looked
down his washboard stomach muscles, looking down to his cock which now hung
over the shorts aiming at the metal piss trough.

His right thumb and forefinger tugged at his foreskin which he rolled right
back to avoid spraying everywhere - as he tugged his skin back it exposed
his damp red shaft and cockhead which was a wide squareish shaped piece of
meat. As he tugged the skin back his cock swelled slightly and he started
spraying piss into the trough.

He had drunk a fair few litres of water on the pitch and it was all coming
out - it looked like he had a full tank, his cock swelled a little more as
he sprayed out his load into the trough.

His hands were pretty big, like spades, thick sausage like fingers and
squareish fingernails - he held his cock in his right hand and it filled
his hand just nicely.

He stepped off one foot onto the other and his cock swung from one side to
the other his piss making a different tone as it hit a different part of
the metal.

It was quite a site, a big man exposing himself, locked in a long piss and
unable to do much else - the sight of Collins at the trough was something
that held the eyes of the young lad from the under 21's squad who was also
responsible for getting the towels and kit bags ready for the players at
the end of the match.

The lad stood quietly watching as Collins sprayed a wide stream of steaming
hot piss into the trough.

Collins neared the end of his nature call and relaxed returning to stand on
two feet standing straight - he tugged his foreskin back aggressively which
seemed to make his cockhead swell real big, like a ripe tomato.  He had
sweat loads on the pitch and you could see the moisture on his shaft behind
his cockhead, the veins glistened in the light.

The lad responsible for the kit took short and moved towards Collins at
this point, joining him at the trough - Collins flinched as he hadn't
noticed the lads presence but he made room at the trough.

As the lad sorted himself out to pee, he looked downwards and sideward at
Collin's half mast stiff cock.

Standing much taller than the lad Collins continued to 'exercise' his cock
and as he did it thickened and darkened in colour.

Collins looked down at the lad who didn't return the look as he was busy
with the view he had.  Collins turned slightly to point towards the lad,
showing his thickening cock.

I'd say he was about seven, maybe eight inches in length, uncut of course
but thick - wide with it down the shaft and ending in this squared off
cockhead.  You could say his shaft was cucumber thick, like a youngsters
arm and with a few reddish pubic hairs on the underside.

Skinned right back the head was profiled like a helmet and a few drips of
piss fell off the end - the young lad was transfixed.

Collin's shirt was stuck to his body, tight to his skin with sweat, he
hadn't bothered taking it off yet so you can imagine the smell of warm
sweat and pee filled the air around the trough.

The young lad stepped nearer and looking up as if for approval reached out
towards Collin's swelling meat - the lads hands were considerably smaller
than Collin's of course but he cupped his hand under Collin's meat and held
it in his hand as if supporting it. He gently tugged the foreskin which he
could bring forward and would cover Collin's huge cockhead, even while
hard.

Collin's looked around and realised that someone might walk in at any
moment - he signalled towards the cubicles and the lad went in and Collins
followed and locked the door.

In the enclosed space, the lad faced what was really one of his rugby
heroes, but in a state he never really thought he would ever have seen. The
lad sat on the toilet and Collin's positioned himself, feet apart, in front
of the lad.

Collin's reached both arms out and held himself between the walls of the
cubicle as the lad reached forward and tugged his shorts down a few inches.
He couldn't have lifted them as Collin's erection was so thick and strong
he would never have got it past the waistband of the shorts.

The lad leaned forward slightly licking his lips as he mouthed his way
towards Collin's cockhead.

The lad reached out and gripped the base of Collin's shaft tight causing
the big man to wince a little and look down - the effect of this was to
make the big man pulse his cock and it swelled several times, the grip
holding in the pressure of the blood filled erection.

The lad licked his lips once again as Collins inched forward, his massive
thighs now very near the lad who took his left hand and gripped around
Collin's left thigh - he couldn't get his arm all the way round - the big
man was like a tree in terms of leg girth, but it did steady him against
the players body.

Using his right hand the lad ran his hand up and down the length of the big
mans tool, rolling the skin forwards and then backwards until at one point,
Collin's cockhead had swollen so much he couldn't get the skin to roll over
it and it stayed in place behind the engorged cockhead.

The massive cockhead swelled to a smooth skin shine and it reflected the
over head light as the big mans blood flow pulsed into his erection.

The lads hands were too small to reach round the big mans girth but he had
a grip and wasn't letting go.

The lad bought his left hand back into play to grip the big mans cockshaft
base again causing another spasm and swelling - he repeated this and
Collin's responded each time only this time a bead of precum appeared on
the end of the big mans tool.

The lad saw this and with a finger rubbed the drop into and over his
cockhead creating a glistening look - as the lad returned to clench
Collin's shaft again another flow of precum appeared falling in strings
onto the lads trackie bottoms.  There was enough precum to lube the lads
hands - which he did and then ran his lubed hand right down the length of
the big mans cock - Collin's flinched as he did this but also jerked
forward as if to fuck the air in front of him, pushing his swollen cockhead
into the face of the lad hitting his cheek.

The lad repeated this a few times as Collin's developed a rhythm as the
strings of drops of precum appeared over and over again.

He'd tugged the big mans shorts down and could see his balls - not huge but
the balls themselves were considerable in size and he could see them spasm
upwards towards Collin's shaft and then see them fall again with each
movement up and down his shaft.

The lad held grip of Collin's tool and noted the latticework of blue veins
roped around his swollen cock, the veins stood up on end as if for better
grip - following the line of the veins back the lad could see a huge artery
serving blood to the big mans erection, this trailed back into the man's
pubes which were reddish in appearance.

Gripping Collin's thick tool again the lad moved forwards and wrapped his
lips around the mans swollen cockhead, sliding very very slowly until it
filled his mouth - Collin's gasped and looked upwards, eyes closed.  The
lad had the big mans cockhead in his mouth and could feel the stream of
precum on his tongue.  It tasted sweet and was body-hot - an amazing
experience.

Collin's jerked forward in response to his cockhead bumping off the lads
teeth, he tried sending his cockhead down the back of the lads throat but
the lad gagged as it was way too wide for him to deal with.

Collin's moved his hands from the walls and gently gripped the back of the
lads head as he gently pushed and pulled his tool around in the lads mouth.

The lad looked downwards and could see the big mans balls rising more
meaning he wasn't far from ejaculating, he also noted the extra width to
the big mans shaft which was as thick as the lads own wrist, the prominent
vein like a wire running on the top of the shaft.

The lad reached out sending his hand into Collin's shorts, reaching to
massage his balls gently, he ran his hand round the back of the scrotum and
could fee the big mans heat in his legs. He cupped Collin's balls gently as
they both lifted in response to the touch.

He returned to gripping the base of the mans shaft as he moved back
withdrawing Collin's tool from his mouth.

He lifted the thick meat upwards and could see underneath it the thick
laced veins and a massive wide cockhead beautifully shaped like a helmet
and with a long slit in the end - this explained why Collin's was spraying
piss everywhere earlier as he pee'd.

The lad tongued the big mans undershaft and watched in close up as Collin's
dick pulsed and swelled big time - a huge clear bead of precum appeared and
this time, flowed down the head and the lad tongued it off wetting his lips
with it.  Collin's jerked slightly again because of the touch.

The lad watched as Collin's used his right hand to skin his shaft forward
and then back several times as the lad continued to grip the big mans
cockshaft - it was a deep red colour engorged and packed with pressured
blood and was huge.

Collin's wanted to cum and continued handling himself right up close to the
lad who watched, fixed in amazement.

The lad watched as Collin's thigh muscles twitched more and more as it did
when he was piling into a woman he was fucking - twenty one stone of man
bearing down on someone, quite an amazing thought as he legs twitched and
his balls lifted up tight against his body.

Collin's started breathing deep but quiet, enormous self control was taking
place here but the lad knew what was going to happen and couldn't move as
the tower of a man started to writhe and judder as he wanked himself in
front of the lads face.

Steadying himself, Collins took his left arm and stretched out in front of
him gripping the wall as he leaned over the lad.  The lad braced himself as
Collins juddered over and over again; his thigh muscles twitched and his
stomach muscles stiffened as he wanked slowly but gripping tight.

Collin's looked down at the lad letting out a quiet grunt causing the lad
to look up as Collin's jacked himself further, the lad looked down to see a
string of semen fire out of Collin's massive cockhead - the white goo hit
the lad under his chin as another pulse of cum was ejected and hit him in
the same spot, closely followed by another and then another until the lad
looked in close up as Collin's cockhead spewed a final stream of semen
which dangled off his cockhead and swung in the air.  The lad leaned
forward and tongued the string of cum off the big mans cock and swallowed
it shaking his head as he dealt with it's bitter taste.

The lad leaned back and relaxed as Collins took both hands and pulled the
lads head and face into his sweaty stomach and gently buried his face in
his stomach hair.  The lad looked down his stomach at the big mans cock
that was slowly returning to a reasonable size and colour.

The lad took his right hand and cupped Collin's cock and balls in his right
hand and threw his left arm around the big man giving a reassuring hug -
they stayed like that for a few seconds, seconds that seemed an age.

Collins stood back slightly and signalled to the lad to keep still as the
big man rolled his foreskin forwards and gripped his half master shaft and
sent a jet of piss down into the toilet pan between the lads thighs.

The lad sat there, fixed as Collin's semen drips gently dripped down into
his shirt which thankfully was black. He could feel them move slowly and
took his hand and rubbed them into his top.

Collin's finished peeing and shook his tool free of drips and looked down
at the lad with a knowing grin - the lad looked as Collin's stood there,
cock still hanging out his shorts but returning to a flaccid state again.

The lad leaned forward and pulled the big mans shorts back up to cover him
over, as he did the big mans cock flipped upwards and then disappeared into
the shorts.

Collins placed a big hand on the lads head and patted him twice as if
saying thanks without actually saying anything at all.

Collins stood straight and turned gently and opened the cubicle door,
walked out and headed for the changing room area.

The lad waited a few seconds and walked out taking the opposite route to
fetch the kit bag which he later took into the changing area where a
totally naked Collins was now sitting.

Not a word was said but the lad turned at one point and looked at Collins
who winked once and looked down as he peeled his rugby socks off.

The lad knew that there were various initiation ceremonies in rugby but
this one wasn't one that he'd heard of before - he admired the big man and
wanted to see the man pleased following the anger of his sending off - he
did so and ended up seeing a very different set of rugby balls.


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