National rugby trials were a big deal. Would Tim have the athleticism and skill to make the selection? The fact he was called up to the trial was an achievement in itself only the cream of young players were afforded that honour. Tim took it in his stride, he was always confident about his physical ability.
This lad with long muscular thighs sat beside me on the bench. His calf muscles were impressively peaked and covered in light short strands of blondish hair. He wore white socks and navy white Nike trainers. His smell was strong a stench of athletic sweat. I heard him clear his throat and he spat right onto my ankle.
For a moment I was stunned turned on by him but determined to rebuke him for spitting on me. I heard his deep voice 'Sorry man fuck, that went the wrong way'. Before I responded his rough strong hand was on my ankle rubbing his spit off me. It felt incredible and I'm certain we both sparked with sexual arousal.
Even after I turned to face him he left his hand on my calf rubbing and stroking my lower leg. His eyes were grey-blue and inviting. I couldn't break his stare it was too inviting and sensual. He smiled 'I'm Aaron, sorry bout the misfire there, haha, are you here to trial?' His adams apple, chiseled jawline, strawberry blonde colored tightly cropped hair topped an impressive six-foot-four physique the envy of any aspiring athlete.
Aaron was lean muscular, and broad-shouldered with meaty pecs, a v-shaped torso, six pack, and incredible legs. I managed to visualize all of that in an instant. He had light freckles in all the right places and almost reddish hair in his armpits.
I struggled to form a response and it sounded feeble ' Ah no problem eh no I'm here watching'...'So you don't mind me spitting on you then, let's go again?' He cleared his throat as if to spit but grinned 'Only messing with you so are you watching all the lads?'...'No just Tim, eh I mean he's my mate he's here to see if he makes the selection'...' Him? fuck he's a definite look at the power in his thighs they are massive for his size!'
Tim's astounding legs had impressed Aaron and as we watched him pace around the pitch we heard selectors describe him as a 'tank, wall of muscle, power-packed force of nature'. Turns out Aaron knew Tim 'I was in school with him, used to wrestle me all the time and hate to say it he beat me, he's an animal at wrestling, loves it choke holds especially'.
I wanted to hear more about Tim's past but that section of his trial had ended and he made his way over to us. Aaron stood up to shake his hand and I got my first view of his tight impressive ass. He towered over Tim but Tim outmuscled Aaron. They both threw shapes to establish dominance as they chatted about past times.
The three of us sat at the side of the pitch for almost an hour waiting for the next trial session. Aaron brought up their wrestling past. 'Remember the time Tim you got into a fight with a lad from college, you were only 18 and you had him on the ground pinned like a bitch begging for mercy, we had to pull you off you were loving it too much!'...'I remember having you in a few tight spots too Aaron and hearing you plead for submission haha'...' Wouldn't happen now Tim I reckon I'd kick your butt!'
The whistle sounded and Aaron was up for his assessment. He didn't disappoint demonstrating impressive strength, speed, and skill. Tim didn't want to hear any words of praise I had for Aaron he was pissed because Aaron had challenged his dominance.
I congratulated Aaron on an impressive trial and Tim gave me that look he gives when he owns me. 'Why don't you come back and have some beers Aaron catch up on old times?'...' I'm not even showered Tim I was planning on cycling home for that'...'He doesn't mind come on!' I nodded enthusiastically thinking the sweatier Aaron was the better!
