Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2015 20:18:58 -0800
From: Anony Mous <anonymousintheory@gmail.com>
Subject: Rugby Desperation

Sporting
by Coburn Aisling

*Disclaimer*

I am not from the UK, nor have I ever seen or played rugby, so I apologize
if there are errors. I was inspired by a photo of a rugger pissing out of
his shorts leg, and did my best to write in a style to match it. Feel free
to email me with corrections, or to request the photo. Enjoy!


Corin had been holding it the whole first half. He'd meant to go before the
game started, but had gotten caught up in the pre-game hype with the other
rugger lads. He'd then planned to go at half-time break, but coach had kept
them through the entire thing to discuss strategy. Now they were headed
towards the second kick-off, and he was in trouble.

He squeezed worriedly at his swollen cock as the team milled on the
sidelines before heading into the drop kick. His foreskin felt tight and
sweaty, stretched over his swollen knob. He was risking a stiffy at this
point with all the squeezing and touching, but he knew he didn't have much
choice. A shot of fear seared through his veins at the thought of spending
the entire second half trying not to wet his shorts, but he knew the lads
would laugh him off the field if he tried to ask off for a wee. He cursed
inwardly again as the referee signaled for kickoff. One more surreptitious
squeeze of his stiffening cock and he trotted down the field into position.

Play began, and suddenly Corin was in a blur of desperation. Each move and
play was excruciating, the pressure in his bladder causing everything else
to feel insignificant. At one point as he slammed into another beefy body,
he felt a burble of piss sneak out of his piss-slit and into his foreskin,
wetting it and dripping into his shorts. He felt his throat constrict with
panic, and grabbed desperately at himself, squeezing his foreskin closed.

Suddenly it was time for a lineout. At this point, Corin could feel
desperate tears forming in his eyes as he walked across the grass towards
his position. In among his teammates, he couldn't hold himself without
drawing attention. His dick was definitely damp, and, while he knew it was
his paranoid imagination tricking him, he almost thought he could smell a
faint whiff of wee coming from his shorts.

As he stepped into position, he felt the muscles of his bladder suddenly
give way slightly, and pee began jetting out of his cock against the fabric
of his shorts, immediately soaking them and running onto his thighs.
Cursing inwardly again and hoping to whatever bloody gods there might be
that his black shorts would hide the wide piss spot, he dropped immediately
to his knees and tried to fish his cock out of the leg of his shorts. The
piss spraying from his swollen prick splashed his hand, but he grabbed it
and yanked its girth out of his shorts

A last thick spray hit the grass, and suddenly he was back in control, the
spray slowing to a dribble.

Of course, he thought sorely to himself as he blinked back angry tears.
Fucking figures.

He looked up and caught the eye of a player on the opposing team who had
seen his clandestine moment. The man smirked, his blue eyes flashing, and
shook his head as Corin felt himself flush in embarrassment. He hurriedly
stuffed his nearly erect cock away. The man raised an eyebrow at the
substantial tent in his shorts, and Corin looked away, flushing even more.

As the referee began to signal for the lineout to begin, Corin looked back
at the man in the orange jersey, just in time to see him squeeze his own
cock and look directly into Corin's eyes. Corin had just enough time for a
moment of confusion at a mirrored tent in the beefy man's shorts before the
lineout began and he was swept into the game.

By the final, Corin was again feeling desperation tearing at his bladder.
He'd met eyes a few more times throughout the game with the same man from
the lineout. Each time, he felt a strange electricity shimmer through his
body. The man's dark brown hair hung just near his blue eyes, and his short
beard flashed ruddy red in the sun. Each time their eyes met, the look the
other man shot towards him was so intense that he was forced to look away.

The score was finally called, and Corin made his way to the loos, trying
not to draw attention, but hurrying still, desperate for a wee. As he drew
up on the wooded area in which the toilets were located, he suddenly felt a
strong arm snap around his chest, and an equally strong hand clamp across
his mouth. He began struggling and grunting, but the man holding him flexed
his muscles and dragged him behind the wooden building,

As he was manhandled, he felt his bladder give way, and hot piss began
pouring into his shorts, spraying against and through the cotton fabric.
The warm liquid ran down his thick thighs and into his shoes, and he felt
tears leaking from his eyes as he thrashed against the strong hold of his
assailant.

"Shhh, you bloody oaf," Corin heard the man hiss into his ear. Piss
continued to pour into his shorts, wetting all the way down between his
legs and up his sweaty arse crack. He slowly slumped in defeat as he weed
himself, and felt the hand over his mouth relax and move away. With a last
jet of hot piss and a slight whimper, he sagged against the man behind him,
and was suddenly aware of the man's rock-solid mound pressing into his
wee-soaked backside.

The larger man suddenly spun him around and mashed his lips against
Corin's. Corin let out a grunt of surprise and tried to shove him away, but
the massive biceps in the man's arms flexed and held him tight as he began
struggling anew. The man's kiss was firm and demanding, and Corin's brain
whirled in confusion; feelings he'd long suppressed warred with his hetero
identity. To his slight horror, he felt his cock begin to stiffen, tenting
his warm, wet shorts.

"Yeeeeah, that's right laddy, you just couldn't keep your eyes off me, and
now we both know why," the burly man growled. Corin's struggles grew to be
perfunctory, and the man reached between them, keeping a cursory arm around
Corin's body as he forced his mouth onto the lad's again. The hand between
them reached into the man's white shorts and pulled out his raging
erection, slowly maneuvering it over the soaked waistband of Corin's shorts
and under Corin's tensed bollocks to glide wetly along his perineum.

Corin let out a minute gasp as his own steely cock jumped at the contact,
and the brief opening in his oral defense allowed the man's tongue to push
into his mouth. It was surprisingly sweet as it forcefully pushed against
his own tongue, and Corin suddenly found himself dropping even the last
pathetic protests of his body and melting into the man's kiss.

The other man suddenly relaxed his muscles, and Corin pulled away slightly,
a questioning look crossing his face. The man's eyes glazed over slightly,
and a second later, Corin felt a surge of pee fly from the man's huge cock,
spraying all over the inside buttocks of Corin's shorts. The man ravenously
resumed his oral assault, pushing his tongue into Corin's mouth again as he
lightly humped between the younger man's thick thighs, spraying his hot
piss into the already drenched athletic shorts.

Corin whimpered again, this time in submission and arousal, feeling his
bollocks boiling and surging against the hot, rigid pole beneath them. A
moan escaped his bruised lips as he pulled away from the kiss, pressing his
burning face into the taller man's firm chest and clutching at his rigid
back muscles. One last drag of his foreskin against the hot, damp fabric of
his shorts, and he suddenly felt fire. His testicles surged into his body,
and searing liquid pumped through him, shooting from the tender head of his
cock. Wave after wave of thick spunk shot from him as he moaned, coating
the inside of his shorts further and slicking his already burning cock with
hot cum.

He suddenly remembered to breathe, and gasped against the huge man's
chest. Looking up at the burly specimen, he was surprised to see bemused
astonishment splashed on the older man's face.

"Well, I sure as bloody hell didn't expect that."

"I... Uh... Oh hell." Corin felt his face flush once again. This was
becoming a habit.

The man laughed lightly, and pulled his dripping, ramrod cock from Corin's
thoroughly besmirched shorts, stuffing it unceremoniously into his own.

"I think, boy, that we need to take you somewhere."

Corin grinned a little ruefully as he looked down at his ruined gear. He
pulled the waistband of the shorts away from his hairy body to check the
damage inside.

"Oooh no. Not to clean up," the beefy man said, grabbing Corin's wrist
roughly. "You got your rocks off, eh? Now it's MY turn."

The man reached behind him, into his shorts, and pressed his middle finger
roughly against the sweat-slicked pucker of Corin's arse. Corin felt his
throat go dry, and his cock pulsed as the muscled stud spun him around and
pressed him towards the parking lot.