It was Saturday afternoon and Paul was looking forward to a game of amateur rugby with his buddies. It always made him feel good chasing around the field and he enjoyed all the physical contact because he didn't have any sex life to speak of. And afterwards, in the showers, he could drink in the beauty of all those free swinging dicks and chunky arses to fuel his fantasies when he got to bed.
The players had only been on the field five minutes when the skies suddenly darkened and sheets of water started slashing down on them. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped and the sun came out again. The guys were all drenched to the skin with their jerseys clinging to their powerful shoulders and well developed chests and their shorts clinging to their meaty arses and massive thighs. Paul tried not to look but damn it was impossible; all around him were nipples showing through wet cloth and big, bull balls framed by wet shorts and ass cheeks straining against wet, revealing cloth. As the rugger buggers charged over the field they churned up more and more mud making it impossibly slippery. The referee had had enough and signalled that the match was over and left the field.
But the players were far from ready to quit. They were having too much fun getting muddy and tackling each other to the ground. They started playing a game that had no rules. The ball seemed an afterthought as they bumped and ground their way around the pitch. Jeff tackled Paul and he found himself flat on his back with the beefy blonde stud rubbing his muddy body all over Paul's wet and slippery frame. The results were inevitable; Paul sprung a massive boner.
'Hey guys!' Jeff called out 'Paul's got a hardon.'
Paul tried to struggle free but it was no use. He was soon surrounded by a bunch of other guys and Jeff was really rubbing up against Paul's hardon now; Paul's handsome face was flushed beet red and he felt terribly embarrassed but so incredibly turned on that he could hardly breathe.
'Rip his shorts off!' some suggested.
Once more Paul struggled in vain as his muddy shorts were pulled off revealing his pale, smooth ass and his eight inch cock straining within its own skin. A muddy pair of hands closed around it and started jacking it, causing Paul to respond by thrusting his hips.
'Shit, looks like he likes that.' Dave said as he pulled his stubby cock out the side of his shorts.
He put his hand behind Paul's head and guided his mouth onto his cock. Paul pretended to resists, but he was a prisoner to his need; there was an incredibly fat cock just inches from his face, the first that he had been offered in over three months, and he simply could not resist. There was a gasp as he opened wide and let the fat mushroom cap push past his lips. Paul's body was soon covered in soft, squishy mud as men from both teams grabbed, groped and prodded him. He felt a warm sensation on his balls and temporarily turned his attention away from the juicy cock he was nursing on to see Fred pissing a massive stream of steaming piss onto his sensitive nuts. The warm liquid ran into his crack and past his pucker, making Paul groan out loud before reaching once more for the beer bottle thick cock that was on offer. Immediately his nuts were clean Jack gathered up another gloop of squishy mud and rubbed it into Paul's balls. And then another jet of piss cleaned him off again.
Paul writhed around in the mud in total ecstasy. He had become like some kind of slut mascot, a personal toy for the team of big, urly fuckers. A sausage thick finger pushed into his ass and made him yelp. Seconds later Dave spunked out the heaviest load of sex juice Paul had ever known. It landed on his cheek and nose and an unknown hand gathered up a string of the pearly white funk and pushed a finger into Paul's mouth. Paul went crazy on that finger, sucking it clean while his own over inflated and overexcited cock throbbed in some unseen man's meaty paw. He felt so damn close to cumming but he wanted this crazy madness to go one for ever and ever.