Rugby Coach and Player

Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 20:30:29 +0100
From: the_email_acct_without_an_interesting_name
Subject: Rugby Coach and Player

The rain fell, the pitch was a mud-bath.

The visiting team were wiping the floor with the locals as the score line
finished at 42-7; our local `ruggers’ had played their hearts out but were
defeated and seemingly powerless over the visitors.

Ref blew for eighty minutes.

The losers stood like a human tunnel at the changing room doors,
congratulating the victors as they shuffled into the dry and warmth of the
corridors of the clubhouse. Shoulders slapped, winks handed out and in one
case a slap on the arse of the winning captain and also the man who scored
the decisive try.

The home changing room was steamy and warming up as shower steam mixed with
the cold air blowing in through the open door.

Boots were kicked off in the middle, each carrying a few sods of grass and
mud, it looked like a compost heap in the making.

Players sat in various states of undress licking their wounds but clearly
having enjoyed a good challenge. Comments were made about it being the
taking part that mattered in the end.

You could hear three cheers being called from the doorway of the visitors
changing room — a very different energy in there!

The team Physio walked in — checked for injuries, stiffness, or plain
pampering after the match — there didn’t seem much demand for it from the
home guys, maybe the beers they would consumer shortly would put pay to any
minor ailments.

Just then at the home teams door, the visitors coach asked if they had a
`spare’ Physio who could help a player with a serious strain problem — the
home Physio obliged and went to find out more.

The home sides Physio was a young bloke; l mid to late twenties, had been
studying sports Physio at local university and helped out at weekends with
the rugby and on Sundays with local league soccer. He was still learning
the ropes but knew his physiology well. He was a fit well built guy
himself, wise enough not to choose to get hammered on the pitch every
Saturday, it had to be a sensible thing to do!

Physio knocked and walked into the visitors changing rooms to find the
coach consoling one of their props who’d “done something” to the top of his
leg. Groin strain maybe, who knows.

After a brief chat Physio suggested they retire to his room with couch and
ointments and allsorts of things to make one better.

The prop followed loyally, limping slightly.

He wasn’t a tall guy but was almost square in build — thickly muscled,
legs like an Oak, calf muscles to match. He was barrel chested but not fat
in any way, this guy clearly looked after himself.

His big hands were clad with mud and bandage, thick thumbs, square
fingernails, knuckles like vices — thick wrists and completely appropriate
for his equally built arms — all completely in proportion.

Physio chatted with prop as he sat feeling weakened by his problem, it was
suggested that he lift himself up onto the couch, easier access and meant
Physio could check him over. At that point Physio could see that the player
had ripped his shorts — maybe a clue about what happened, who knows, but
they’d ripped revealing quite a bit of him at the front — Physio noted the
guy had a large packet down there, all tucked into a tight Speedo jockstrap
which was probably adding to the discomfort.

Physio suggested he stripped from the waist down and prop duly obliged
without getting off the couch. He kept his socks on for some reason but off
came the Cotton Oxford shorts, or what was left of them, and the Speedo
jock just rolled down like a sock.

Prop lay there still with team shirt on and just his socks on the couch as
Physio checked out some heat treatment lotion and also a towel and some
warm water.

Physio approached the player from his left and asked him if its okay to
towel him down and clean him up — prop obligingly nodded and rested his
head back as Physio washed around his midriff.

As Physio moved down prop opened his legs wider, laying his left leg flat
on the couch, the other upright to provide a prop to his lean.

Physio had seen pretty much all their was to be seen in the course of his
training; there wasn’t anything that surprised him anymore. He had had his
quota of `come-ons’ and nods and winks in his time — he was able to deal
with anything but while he thought one day he might `cross the line’ with
someone, by and large he didn’t. He was on his own with this older and much
bigger guy, all was okay.

Physio placed a towel across the props middle sparing his embarrassment –
prop removed it saying he wasn’t shy at all and besides if he had groin
strain the towel would be in the way.

“Good point” said Physio as prop gave him a nod and a grin.

The muscles between the legs are a complex array of ligaments and muscles
flat packed on top of one another.

Prop had done some gym work, his legs were toned and like power packs, his
thighs seemed almost squared off at the front from hard work, maybe it was
his job, Physio didn’t ask.

His calves were massive. Real wide and toned — trimmed with thick black
hair which thickened towards his ankles. The hair had seemingly rubbed off
or worn away further up as his thigh appeared almost hairless.

Physio noticed tension in props legs — he suggested some body oil would
help him relax if massaged in, prop grunted in agreement to this idea.

Latex gloves on and oil ready Physio lightly oiled his hands and rubbed
them together warm and started applying oils to props calf muscles, easing
out the tiredness from the match and encouraging better blood flow . Prop
folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the
attention.

Props calves blushed with new blood as Physio gently kneaded the muscle
tissue as he progressed upwards past prop’s knee to his thigh. This
required both hands.

He gently pressed the thigh muscle and over a period of time couldn’t help
noticing props reaction to the touching as he noticed prop’s cock had
swollen thicker.

Prop had a shortish cock, while flaccid at any rate, and a huge ball sac,
like that of a bull.

It was in sleep mode the last time Physio looked but since it had thickened
and was growing in size — no great surprise from the touching down
there. Prop didn’t seem bothered.

Physio moved upwards to the top of props left thigh and felt the tension in
it and kneaded it gently — at that point there was a surge of blood into
props cock and it darkened and thickened to half mast.

Prop was uncut but as his tool grew and thickened the skin gently rolled
back revealing a wide square cockhead, everything about him was in
proportion it seemed!

As Physio used his left hand to delve between props legs he pressed the
guys cock against the other thigh causing another surge in blood only this
time it seemed to waken props cock up fully.

Props foreskin rolled right back revealing a glistening cockhead, about the
size of a tomato maybe about 3 inches across, atop a thick shaft laced with
veins and blood vessels all standing up proud.

Physio removed his hand from between props legs and props tool stood up
straight — it was so thick it flopped onto his belly.

His balls had risen, you could make our props two balls as they’d risen and
separated with his erection. His cock was lying flat against his belly –
almost wrist thick and sporting this huge cockhead, like a mushroom.

During his exploration between props legs Physio identified some stiffness
in the top of props left thigh — muscle strain it seems but it wasn’t
affect his perineal muscle — that was working fine and occasionally jerked
from time to time lifting and dropping his weighty cock on his belly.

Physio set about oiling and massaging props right thigh in the same way,
taking his time and his attention away from the aroused player.

On arriving atop the props right thigh, Physio couldn’t help notice that
props cock was well engorged — veins up, moving in time with pulse beats
and on a closer look he could see prop precumming onto his belly — streams
of the stuff like thickened water.

Physio asked prop “are you chilled okay mate, you seem busy down here..” –
prop lifted his head in his hands and smiled apologetically saying he
hadn’t wanked for days and felt tense about it — he admitted that the body
rub had thrown a few switches.

Prop lifted himself up and faced Physio who was taken aback by his sudden
movement. Prop asked “could you..?” looking down at his swollen tool.

“No ones ever asked before” replied Physio.

Prop grinned, “well, I have ..!”

Physio felt obliged realising prop was allowing him to cross the line.

Physio stared prop in the eyes, turned and drew the blind on the door and
threw a small bolt on the door.

Prop rested back, head held in folder arms behind his head. He changed the
position of his legs. left leg up and right leg flag, his cock flopped and
rested across his thigh, its natural bend it seems.

Physio changed his gloves which showed signs of mud and grit, threw them in
the bin.

He stretched some new latexes on and re-oiled his hands.

Physio reached for props pulsing cock and lifted it with his left hand –
he joined his right hand embracing the shaft tight. He pressured the two
hands together locking props cock into what must have felt like a pussy.

Physio lifted and dropped his hands up and down the shaft — one time he
pressed hard down on props groin to see his foreskin stretched right back
and his cockhead flare up really wide and dark like a huge mushroom.

Physio repeated this as prop pulsed in time.

He repeated the deep pressure pull back on props cock and held it tight as
the blood rushed in to his shaft and swelled up real big — veins all over
the place and huge drop of precum appearing on the tip of props cockhead.

The drop grew and rolled back over his mushroom head — keeping one hand on
the base of props shaft, Physio used his right hand to rub the precum into
the oils.

As he gripped props shaft tight it stayed tight and real thick and veined
up — the sensitivity heightened enormously by the engorge blood and his
hand as a trap.

Moving slightly Physio could see that props cock was really thick, it must
be about two and a half or three inches across at the base and remains the
same all the away up the shaft which must have measured the best part of
eight inches. Physio wondered how this felt inside the guys wife — a thick
lengthy slab of meat being driven in — amazing thought.

Props tool continued to ooze precum by the spoonful as he started to spasm
– Physio knew what this meant. He stood closer to the edge of the couch as
prop reached out with his right hand and gripped Physio’s shoulder tight –
huge spade like hands well gripped.

Prop lifted himself slightly to his right so he could almost face Physio
who could handle his cock head on.

By now props cock was at full length and stretch — the biggest cockhead
Physio had ever seen in his limited awareness of this and at each touch and
rise and fall down the props cockshaft the big guy juddered — his belly
spasming gently.

Prop looked at Physio, he looked back and put his finger to his mouth as if
to say “shussh” no noise when coming. Prop winked.

He returned his hands to the big mans swollen tool and descended hard again
really forcing his shaft into a bigger veiny swell, another bead of precum
appeared as his cockhead flared bigger and wider.

Props muscled belly rise and sank in spasm as his tool was pushed through
this `tunnel’ of two gloved hands that stimulated his cockhead and frenum
(the veins behind the cockhead).

Physio went down on him strong again pulling his shaft and foreskin so
tight it made his cockhead tilt as it swelled — a huge purple head shining
and precumming, looking like it could burst at any minute.

Prop reacted with a “humpf” as Physio watched props balls rise upwards –
he was going to cum soon.

Sure enough with a few more deep power presses down his shaft, prop gripped
Physio’s shoulder tighter as he tilted himself to his right towards the
wall and towards Physio himself.

Physio went down on him again, this time props cock darkened further and
swelled like fury — Physio kept a tight grip of props shaft base as he
wanked him off with his other hand.

Physio gloves glided over props massive cockhead and down the shaft as the
big man convulsed and turned to face the wall — Physio kept grip and
wanked at arms length as prop let out a massive exhale of breathe — his
cock swelled big time — half as thick again like a cucumber and just as
ridged, Physio watched as an almost elastic stream of semen shot out of the
big guys cock, followed by another and another and then a long sequence of
white dribbles that slid down his cock.

Props shootings had stuck to the wall like moist chewing gum — three wads
sticking to the wall, hardly dripping — maybe his sperms were also
squarely built!

Prop fell back onto the couch deep breathing, Physio had let go of the guys
engorged tool which by now reached over the mans belly button — must have
swollen to nine inches or more.

Now looking dark purple and beaten, props cock started to shrink back as
his balls dropped.

Prop lay there motionless and quiet.

Physio watched but took his gloves off and dropped them in the medi-waste.

Prop lifted himself up, turned and looked at Physio and smiled in a way
that suggested he couldn’t thank him enough.

“Well, that’s cured my ball ache at any rate” said Prop.

Turning to the young Physio and shaking his hand and with a look unique to
some kind of brotherly society, that special look between trusted pals.

Prop replaced his Speedos and grabbed his towel and wrapped it round
himself, grabbed his boots and stepped out of the unlocked door and back
into the visitors changing rooms.

Weird how time slows right down when things like this happen, his pals were
just towelling off from their showers, he’d been away about fifteen
minutes.