Massage After Rugby Practice

The workout after practice was brutal yesterday. Like, far more brutal than usual. The rugby championships were more than a month away, but Coach Gerald wanted to up our game since we lost our star player, Kai, to an injury last week. Kai wouldn't be back to health in time for the matches, so we all had to pick up a little slack. And by slack, I mean an extra hour each day of practice, and lots more time in the gym.

"You got at least two more in you!" Coach Gerald yelled, standing above my head as I was bench pressing the most I'd done yet. I thought I was going to be single repping this, but I guess I was wrong. Truth is, the bar was wobbling above me because I was a bit distracted as I could see Coach's jockstrap up his tiny shorts, just inches from my face.

That smell is potent. I want more of it

. And the only way to get him to stay there was to eke out two more reps. I mustered the rest of my strength to get one more as my arms started to shake.

"One more Lorne, push it!"

As I finally pushed the bar up, I racked it back and let my arms, thick with pumped blood, fall down toward the ground, absolutely spent.

Coach squatted a little bit, which gave me a primo view up those shorts again into hairy heaven, and patted me on the shoulder. "That's my Lorne."

My Lorne? Yes, please.

I thought to myself. I dazed off into those eyes, and he gave me a bit of a knowing look.

Shit, did he notice me looking up his shorts?

"Alright gentlemen, get some rest tonight." he announced to the guys in the gym. "I need you bright and early tomorrow morning. I know I've been tough on you, so let's have you here at 9AM."

That earned a cheer from us all, as Coach had us arriving 7AM, sometimes even 6AM, every morning. We were a low-level professional league, so this was what we did for a living.

I scanned the gym for Ben, my best friend since we signed on with the team two years ago, and saw him finishing up a cardio session on the treadmill. I flagged him down as we started walking to the locker room.

"Coach was really fucking riding you today, huh?" he said, grinning.

"Haha, yeah, I was planning on one repping that shit. I'm fucking spent."

"Dude, he did the same shit to me on the squat rack. 'One more, Zochner!' when I'm already squatting double my body weight, like, come on."

"He's just making sure you keep up that dumpy!" I joked, miming slapping his ass.

"Well, I gotta give them what they want, right?"

Ugh. Yeah, they do want that

.

The thing is, Ben is my best friend here, and I don't want to ruin anything. But I've been lusting after him since the day he walked into the gym after we both signed on. He was wearing some tight shorts, showing off his comically huge ass, and a cut off tee that looked like it was slightly cropped. Just enough to make me think,

does he bat for the other team?

The other thing is, I've always asked him questions about what his type is, what he looks for in a girl, and he always uses gender non-specific terms. "I'm looking for someone who takes care of themselves, needs to have a great smile, etc." And he just did it again. Give

them

what

they

want. Not "give the ladies what they want."

"Lorne, check it, my legs are literally shaking." he gestured toward his legs, his shorts already off as we were at our lockers. They were wobbling like crazy, actually. I could almost see the ripples flowing through his juicy-ass thighs. And he was wearing those short trunk-style boxer briefs, a very European style. His package hung low and out from his body, moving back and forth with his leg wobbles.

Fuckkk....

"Dude, we are actually going to be ruined for practice tomorrow. I can barely reach my locker." I feigned reaching for my lock and brought my left arm to pretend-bring my right arm up as if it were too weak to reach. And that wasn't too far out of make-believe.

Ben let out a deep laugh as I started to take off my shorts, and then my shirt. When my shirt passed over my head, I saw him strip his trunks off, stark naked.

Goddamnit, he's fucking hung

. I knew what he was packing, as we had done this time and time again, but it never got old. It was especially enlivening to see, since he basically had the same cock as me. I mean, almost mirror image. I was blessed with a thick, shower (not a grower) cock, which came in handy with asserting dominance in the locker room. And apparently, Ben, too. We actually were very similar in stature as well, with that classic rugby player build: a bit above 6 foot, meaty thighs, thick chests, and each of us had scruff. And huge cocks.

I wonder if he's a grower or a shower... Fuck, wait, think of something else

. My cock started to stir and I quickly snapped out of it, trying hard to focus on my lock combination and wrapping myself in my towel before anyone noticed. Ben was already walking toward the single stall showers, the one thing I hated in this locker room.

Why couldn't we have gang showers? I'd get to see everything on everyone up close

. But maybe that wasn't the best idea, as I looked down and had a half chub already. Oops.

I got to my shower stall, pulled the curtain, and rinsed off, then dried off and headed back to my locker. I saw Ben on his phone, already clothed, texting someone.

"Ooh, texting your next one night stand?" I laughed.

"Haha, I wish. I'm actually texting Matteo now." Matteo was the staff masseuse. "I'm seeing if he has an opening tonight because I need to get this lactic acid moving through my ass if I'm going to walk at all tomorrow."

"Damn, that's a good idea. Wait, actually, could you ask if he could squeeze me in, too? My shoulders are probably going to kill me tomorrow." If I couldn't get the touch of Ben, I might as well get the touch of an equally handsome masseuse. Matteo was a 50 year old retired rugby player who still had all his strength from his earlier days that he could use to pound into our thickly muscled bodies.

"Yeah, no prob. One sec." Ben typed away on his phone, and then got a response.

"Matteo says he has two spots tonight, and they're ours if we want them"

"Oh, sick! Yeah, tell him I'm down. I can take the later spot since you already set this up with him."

"Awesome, thanks, man. I just let him know we'd be right down."

"Perfect, I'll get dressed and meet you down there." I said, opening up my locker and getting ready to change.

"No need, I'll wait for you." he replied. He then sat there and watched me loosen my towel as it fell down.

Wait for me? So you could watch me change? You perv...

I knew I only had a few moments to act before I got another chub going, so I decided to stick my head into my locker as if I was searching for something, to give him a bit of a look at my now completely naked body. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, so I love this shit.

After a few seconds, I pretended I

just

found the pair of underwear that was clearly visible, then stepped into it. I glanced sideways at Ben and saw him quickly looking away, trying to be casual about it.

Oh? It seems Ben might want to have a little fun... let's show him a good time

.

I started concocting my plan as we walked down to Matteo's studio within our building complex. I knew Matteo would likely have me sit in the waiting room while he massaged Ben, so I thought I'd try something out.

We walked into his studio and saw Matteo, with his typical big grin, welcoming us in.

"Come on in, boys! Gerald probably worked you hard today, didn't he?" said Matteo, clapping Ben on the shoulder.

"Alright, Ben, let's get you undressed and on the table, and Lorne, you can head out in the waiting room."

"Actually," I said, "I know it's a little late and I know you booked us last minute. I could get ready and stay on the table, so you don't have to wait for me to come in and change and whatnot?"

"Oh, um, I guess that would depend on how comfortable Ben is with that. Ben?" He gestured to Ben, inquisitively.

"Oh, that's totally fine. I see him naked numerous hours of the day, so what's 30 minutes more?" he laughed.

God, what a sexy, faceable lug he was.

"Alright, well, in that case, both of you strip down and lay on the tables. Ben, I'll get to you first. I'll be right back." Matteo said as he exited the room to give us privacy.

"Drop them shorts, Zochner!" I said jokingly, in the style of a drill sergeant.

Ben played into the bit and yelled "sir, yes, sir!" as I quickly flung his shirt off and dropped his shorts in a matter of seconds. "Yes sir!" he cried as he pretend saluted at me.

I grinned and said "at ease, private." as I took my shirt off and my shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. We both moved to our tables, laid face down, draped towels over our asses, and I called out to Matteo, "ready for ya!"

Matteo came in, and the vibe instantly shifted. We could tell something was wrong.

"Boys, I'm really sorry to do this, but my sister just called that my brother is in the hospital from a minor car crash. He's fine, she says, but I think I gotta head in. Don't hate me?"

Ben and I looked at each other and then at Matteo, and Ben piped in, "Matteo, fucking of course, go make sure your family is OK! We'll be fine." He always had such a sweet side.

"Thanks guys. Can you lock up for me? I'm gonna rush out now." said Matteo, as he was already halfway out the door.

"Yeah, of course! Hope everything's OK. Text us when you get the chance!" I called after him as he gave me a thumbs up, jogging toward his car.

"Fuck, I really do hope everything's alright." said Ben, propping his head up with his hand, looking over at me.

"Yeah, same here, man."

"Well, looks like we're not getting any massages tonight." said Ben as he started to lift himself up.

"Wait-- um... Well, I saw how weak those legs of yours were. Would you, um, want me to just give you a quick run down massage?" I said, with slightly more confidence than I felt, which was zero.

Did I really just offer him a massage? Do guys do that for each other?

"Now that you mention it, I really am going to need a massage. Hey, if you do me, I'll do you?"

I would

love

for us to do each other

.

"Yeah, that's perfect. Stay there." I got up, wrapped the towel around me and walked over to his table, and positioned myself to the side of him. I loosely remembered what Matteo did when I needed a leg day massage. I started at his calves, then abruptly stopped.

"Shit, I'm still in my towel, haha, one second." I eked out, starting to walk to my table.

"Nah, no worries, man. You're good. You'd just have to take it off when I get over there anyway." said Ben.

Wow. If he's trying to fuck me, he's really pulling some solid hints here

.

"OK, sounds good." I said, starting to feel a chub coming on. Fuck.

I refocused myself to his huge legs and started working his calves. Instantly he started moaning. At first, it was quiet groans, but as I started to really work into his calves, he really let it out.

"Fuckkkk that feels great man. Coach really was having me go heavy on the calf raises. But even heavier on the squats. Mind getting my hammies?"

I would love to get your hammies, Ben

.

"Yeah, sure, I'll have to move the towel if that's OK."

"You can just take it off. The heat in here is insane right now."

He was right, it was a lot hotter in this room than it was when we got in. Maybe Matteo had a setting he usually changed before he started a session? But taking off his towel... that would be a bigger step completely. Tentatively, but happily, I obliged, grabbing his towel and slowly shrugging it off, revealing two massive hairy globes. I saw them flex, one cheek after another.

"They're ready for action" said Ben in a funny voice, trying to loosen the tension. It worked, and I started to massage his hamstrings. Since he had so much hair back there, it was getting tough, so I mustered up the courage to take this another level further.

"Mind if I use some oil? You've got a jungle of hair here and there's no way I'm rubbing anywhere without giving you an involuntary Brazilian wax."

Ben let out a happy "sure!" and I took that as a great sign. I grabbed the oil next to the table that Matteo uses and squirted a bit on Ben's thighs and ass. I worked the oil into his hamstrings and then slowly moved up to work it into the outside of his hips. I felt going too deep on the ass muscles themselves would be crossing a boundary altogether.

"Fuck yes, man, that feels amazing" Ben groaned. He redshifted his body, and I swore I saw him readjust something near his crotch. He spread his legs a bit, and that's when I saw the back end of his balls peeking out from between his cheeks. I moved a bit closer and realized I bumped into Ben's hand. With my dick.

What?

I looked down at my towel and saw I had much more than a chub

Fuck. I'm fully hard right now. And I just prodded my naked best friend with my rock hard cock

. But wait. Something's happening.

I swore I saw Ben's right hand reach back out to my cock again, and brushed up against it, just lightly enough where it could be an accident, or maybe on purpose. I decided to see how far I could take this. I took a deep breath and started working his thighs again, slowly pushing my crotch further again until my toweled cock brushed against his right hand. He curled his fingers up and his fingertips stroked the underside of my cock, just briefly. I involuntarily let out a moan and he moaned a soft "Mmm" in return.

What the fuck is happening?

I said to myself.

This is crazy. And it's crazy how hard I am right now looking at this sexy slab of hunk on the table beneath me

.

Sensing that things were moving in a direction I very much wanted to pursue, I decided to start working Ben's huge glutes. I palmed one cheek in each hand and pushed my thumbs down and up, moving around his deliciously fuckable ass. Ben spread his legs further, pushed his ass up to me, and said "feels great man. Don't fucking stop."

Stopping is the last thing on my mind Ben. Don't worry.

I moved my thumbs closer and closer to where his now visible and puckering hole was. Spreading his cheeks out, I saw that hairy rosebud taunting me, and I couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to thrust my finger, my tongue, my raging harden into it.

Ben moaned again and I suddenly froze. Ben's fingers were definitely wrapped around my cock. He slowly jerked it a few times, and I throbbed into his hand as I let out a moan, "Fuckkk Ben." I looked down and his head was off the table and looking at me with lustful eyes.

"Keep working that ass, Lorne. I'll make it worth your while."

OK, so no more ambiguity. We were absolutely going to fuck. Time to show him exactly what I was known for in college

.

I shirked my towel off, walked so my rock hard cock was right in front of his face, and grabbed his scruffy chin with my pointer finger and thumb.

"Why don't you open up for me, Ben?" I growled with now growing confidence.

This was happening

.

Ben gave me beautiful doe eyes as he open his mouth and stuck his tongue out.

So he has done this before, huh?

I slowly moved into his mouth as I felt him latch on and work his tongue on the underside of my cock while I thrust in and out. I started slow, but quickly moved up to speed as I felt heavenly bliss wash over me. This motherfucker knew how to suck cock.

I groaned as I slammed in and out of his mouth, and decided I should pay him back for his lovely behavior. I traced my hands down his back toward his ass, and spread his cheeks. I gave his ass a slap, and he moaned on my cock as I started to circle his asshole with my finger. I drew some residual oil from his ass onto my finger and slowly started to push in one knuckle at a time. Ben let out another moan as I fit my full finger in his hole. I brought my second finger to his opening, pushed in, and felt his hole suck it up like a bitch in heat, all while still fucking his mouth.

Goddamn, that felt good

.

I felt myself getting close, but I wanted this to last, so I took my cock out of his mouth, kept my fingers in his ass, and walked to the side of the table, and slipped my other hand under his belly. I brushed up against his hard cock, wrapped my fingers around it, and growled, "flip over."

He happily complied, flipping over, while my hands stayed on his cock and in his hole. He needed to be rewarded for taking my cock, but not before I got a good look at what he was packing. God, was it glorious. Slightly bigger than mine, a thick, meaty, pulsing dick just ready for the swallowing.

"Want me to suck that cock of yours, Ben?" I asked, looking him dead in the eyes.

Ben only nodded, with that sex-riddled look that only someone desperately needing a cock-sucking can have.

Still beside him, I thrust his cock into my mouth and did exactly as he did to me onto him. I worked my tongue on the underside of his cock as I got it wet with my saliva, all the while fingering him to the beat of my sucking. After a few minutes of this, I felt him thrust his hips into my mouth, too. He was moaning and groaning and sweaty as fuck, and we were both loving it.

His cock started to get extra hard, and I could tell he was close. But I still wanted to do one more thing.

"Ben, can I fuck y--"

"Yes, yes, the fuck you can. I need you to fuck me right now."

Goddamn. This absolute hunk wanted me to fuck the hell out of him right now. It literally doesn't get better than this

.

After this emphatic yes, I moved to the end of the table where his feet were, grabbed his hips, and pulled him on his back closer to me so his legs were hanging off the table, but his ass was perfectly positioned.

I grabbed ahold of my dick and moved it closer to his loosened hole, and put my cockhead against his opening.

"Yes, Lorne, please, God. Fuck me!"

I slowly pushed my dick into his hole, inch by inch, until I fully bottomed out. We simultaneously moaned as we both were in heaven. I slowly pulled some inches out, then thrust in again. After a minute of making sure he was used to the size of me, I started to really plow into him.

I grabbed Ben's legs, which were on my shoulders, and moved them around me, and he instantly latched his legs around me, pulling me even closer, and then I leaned forward to my hand was on the table, right next to his head. I looked deep into his eyes, and lowered my face into his, as we had a deep and passionate kiss. Tongues swirling in and out, he grabbed my face with both his hands, fingers lacing into my hair, slightly pulling it out of that desperation one gets in the throes of sexual passion.

My hips were slamming into him at this moment, and I took this moment to reach my hand down to his hot cock, unlocking lips from him and plowing into him all the while.

God, he looked so fucking hot, laying on this table, taking this dick

.

"Lorne, I'm fucking close." he whispered to me.

I grinned because I was, too.

"Good," I whispered back, "we're going to cum at the same time. I'm right on the fucking edge."

I started jerking his cock off at a very fast pace, because I knew he was about to blow, and so was I. Right into that hot hole.

"Lorne, oh my god, oh my god, oh my GODDDD" screamed Ben as I felt his cock start to pulse in my hand. He let out a huge moan as he started shooting, the first rope of cum landing just below his chin onto his hairy chest, and then I started to fucking lose it.

"Fucking hell man, fuck, I'm gonna cum, fuck, fuck, FUCKKKKK" I roared as I started jetting hot cum into his asshole. His hole was clamping onto my dick, intensifying my orgasm like no other I've ever had. One, two, three, ropes shot right into him, followed by about 6 more, while I watched him cover his face with his own cum as I continued to jerk him off.