Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2008 21:23:04 +0000
From: M
Subject: Story of M Part 1: The Match

	I watched as you were crushed in the writhing mound of men on the
rugby pitch. As you escaped from the mass, you run with the ball to the
goal, but one of the other player's tripped you up and sent you hurtling
into the mud. You got up and grabbed by the throat, shouting into his
face. I saw you get sent off the pitch and then watched as you angrily made
your way through the rain and the mud.
	I don't know what made me do it but I followed you into the
changing rooms.
	As you crashed through the doors I called out to you.
	You turned around and came at me. I had never been so turned on and
scared to see you're toned body, visible through your tight rugby kit,
coming towards me. As you got nearer, rearing to your full 6 foot, my face
came up to your nipples, hard from the cold.
	You grabbed my arms and pinned them against the wall, above my
head.
	"What do you want?" you spat at me, then looked into my eyes. We
were both heavy breathing and I could tell you were turned on - your eyes
softened, as did your grip on my wrists and you leaned down to kiss me. You
kissed me hard, pressing that muscled body against my slim one, grinding
your crotch against my body, your big cock hardening.
	I was so turned on, my cock stiffened as you rub against it. You
stopped kissing and pulled back, looking into my eyes and wiping a bit of
mud from my cheek with your thumb.  As though you were apologising for
being so rough, (although I have to say I like it when you are) you kissed
my forehead before saying, with your oh so sweet grin,
	"The games got another half hour. No one's going to come in.  Let's
shower off."  I let you take me by the hand and lead me to the communal
showers. We stopped by the benches to take our clothes of. I helped you
peel off your tight shirt, watching it rub over your pecs and still hard
nipples. I couldn't resist and leaned in to gently suck one of them. You
moaned and leaned back, enjoying the feeling. I could smell your sweat from
where you had been running around. I undid my belt and you reached round to
help my cock out of my tight underwear, sandwiching me against your chest,
teasing your nipple as my hands slid under the elastic of those hot, skin
tight shorts you always wear. One hand caressing your perfect buttocks, the
other reaching to your sweat and precum soaked Calvin's (you're favourite
brand). Your cock was straining against the elastic, tenting them like
crazy. I left you tented above me and knelt down to slowly undo your muddy
trainers, running my hands up your legs, back to that delicious, hidden
cock. As you balanced on one foot I slipped off one of your boots, then
massaged your leg and foot through your sock, before repeating the whole
thing with the other. Once that was done I could finally release that cock
from your pants, watching it spring up and out, standing hard, erect from
your body. You quickly stripped my clothes off me, before carrying me
bodily into the shower with you.
	You leaned me against the wall, my legs around your hips, kissing
me as you turned the water on. As the hot warned streamed over us, I
reached behind my head for the soap. I lathered you up, slowly washing the
thick mud and grime from your body, washing it out of your short hair,
massaging each and every aching muscle. I slowly washed the sweat off your
chest, stomach and perfect buns, before moving down to your thick cock. As
I soaped up your cock you began thrusting against me, covering my chest and
stomach with bubbles, rubbing our stiff dicks together.
	When the bubbles were washed away, I made you lay on the bench,
looking up at me. Seeing you full height stretched before me I got so
turned on a little pearl of precum formed on top of my stiff cock. I
straddled you, rubbing myself against your cock as you came up to kiss
me. I pushed you back down and reversed my position, so that I was across
you but looking at your feet. I laid down on top of you, resting my legs on
your shoulders, and took your cock in my mouth, tonguing the head,
teasingly circling the helmet, tasting the slit. You were so turned on by
now you started to moan loudly, before leaning forward to take my dick in
your own mouth, swallowing it all the way to the balls. At the same time
you thrust deeply, your cock hitting the back of my throat, again and again
and again.
	I could feel your body clenching as you fucked my throat, your cock
throbbing ready to burst. As you got closer you tried to moan louder and
louder - each time you opened your mouth a little wider, I stuck my dick in
a little deeper. Then you grabbed me, pressing deep into my throat as you
shot thick ropes of cum deep in my mouth, making me swallow every last drop
as you did the same to my rapidly emptying cock. I kept you in my mouth
till you went soft, making sure you were clean before letting it slid out
and lay there on your thigh. I just lay on top of you exhausted, till we
heard the whistle for the end of the game.
	We quickly got dressed back into our suits for College - we still
had Lessons that afternoon. I helped you tie your tie just as the other
players were entering the changing rooms, and I was about to leave, you
kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear,
	"How about a drink later?"
	Tonight was going to be good...