Rugby Player’s Hot Thighs & Sweaty Cock

Re-worked from post 'Sat next to man with ripe cock - so horny'. 18 Oct 2020

What man can’t recognise another’s masculine odour; a little fresh sweat, a warm cock ripening in an over-heated foreskin. At a small club some time ago, I became wedged thigh to thigh with a handsome, unknown man. Much taller than me, his hair black, thick and curly probably a man of Celtic decent. I could see chest hair trying to escape the top of his well fitted shirt. Probably a stranger to junk food, his complexion - flawless. This is a man, a masculine guy for sure but unmissable were his long thick eyelashes.

And me, well I’m sitting next to a stranger, taking in all the detail from from top-to-toe. With drinks consumed, I’m sure if evolution provided me x-ray vision, I’d be inspecting his cock, and seeing a thick black bush of curly pubes, thus completing my mind's possibly flawed version of ‘MrRight Now’.

The venue was crowded to capacity, the one-off event was part short film festival, in a nightclub setting with burlesque show. I can’t remember how conversation started but being thigh to thigh must have helped. We drank and talked like old friends, wedged together on that small bench.

I learnt we were both from the same country. He moved here to play professional rugby. I didn’t mention before, but those legs I was wedged against belonged to a rugby player. His thighs were solid and the heat coming from his muscles penetrated my own thighs. I could hear him, see him, smell him, and feel his heat.

He said me his girlfriend was here and would soon be on stage, an erotic performance in a giant plastic champagne glass, it was that kind of place. When they arrived, I saw her briefly, but she had been back stage since. We were talking about all kinds of stuff, he told me they weren't getting on too well. He invited me to the bathroom to ‘freshen up’ with something from his pocket, then back to our bench.

I was totally horny.

He must have had huge hairy balls, despite the tight space he kept his legs wide and touching mine. He adjusted his cock a few times. Even without x-ray vision I could tell he was horny, as we’d been talking his cock had swollen to a noticeable bulge in his tight jeans.

A giant version of a Marie Antoinette style champagne coupe is being wheeled out, water is splashing all over the stage ….

I can’t believe I didn’t try to jump him or say anything too suggestive, during or even after the bathroom visit. He was horny as, I knew not just from spotting his bulge - it was his smell. I think his foreskin had skinned back as he got hard, and the summer heat had ripened the end of his cock. All that, and a nice guy too.

Water has stopped splashing from the giant Marie Antoinette style champagne coupe and his girlfriend has just jumped into it …

This is re-posted as the first attempt seems to be in limbo.

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Sometimes these things happen, meet a guy smell his smell and wow. The sadness is you got the whiff of his manhood but didn't see his junk - but behaved liked a guy should.
 
This story reminds me of one wild night in Johor Bahru, Malaysia. My wife and I were in Malaysia where i was teaching in their University of Technology. we, along with other expats loved to visit Singapore but would alsoquite often stay at a great motel in JB. sowe weere all in the bar thatcrazy night when a rugby team from Australia came in. The apparently had just finished playing in a tournament there. Wowwere they loud and did they drink a lot. Oh yeah. but it was great and terrific fun. and as the night wore on they just took over the whole place and fun got more serious. cutting the story short. everyone of our wives got fucked several times, some more than others, and several of the males present served as sucktoys. This one guy had me sucking his dick after being there bout 30 minutes as my wife was alreaady fucking at least two of them.
I may have sucked the whole team but am not sure.I knowit was many andI loved very one. never had a repeat of that night but our expat friends realized the possibilities for sex in our group and we did have more fun. One single guy in particular had been trying to get metosuck him on a regular basisbutI was resistingthat even though I did suck him once. but after this I could never turn him down and sucked him very often. Those rugby guys were tough and loaded.
 

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