Rugby player gets hard during his massage and one thing leads to another

The buzz of the lively/sql championship was at a fever pitch as the rugged players from the Kingdom of Hirs, famed for their unyielding spirit, charged onto the manicured field. Among them was Ashe, a towering figure of pure muscle, his chest hair matted with sweat. Despite his commanding form, Ashe had pushed himself too hard, his leg cramping up during match. After the game, he knew he needed to get to the locker room for a thorough rubdown to come back refreshed.

Ashe limped through the players’ entrance, his bulging physique straining against the simple towel wrapped around his waist. He made his way to rehab specialist Zach Renner’s locked private room, a small gym equipped to unknot his battered muscles.

“Zach?” Ashe called out. No response. He tried the door. Unlocked. Huh, for sure Zach was prepared. Walking in, he tossed his towel aside, his heavy endowment already at half-mast. He heard a light humming from behind a partition. Shirtless Zach came out, brushing salt-and-pepper hair out of his ruggedly handsome face, baggy sweats slung low on his hips, exposing a tantalizing V-shaped torso.

“Ashe! Excellent, I heard about your injury. Lay face down on the table, let’s get your quads sorted,” Zach said, his voice smooth as honey. Ashe obeyed, eyes closed, relishing the feel of cool sheets under his exposed body.

“Damn, you’re tense,” Zach remarked, warm hands caressing Ashe’s powerful back. He obviously knew how to work his clients closely. Zach began rubbing, hands working their way downwards. Ashe felt his heart rate increasing, his breathing deepening. It felt heavenly.

One large hand started kneading Ashe’s inner thigh, vigorously massaging with therapeutic oils. “You’re one hairy bastard, you know that?” Zach chuckled, fingers brushing Ashe’s full, uncut manhood by accident. Ashe shuddered with pleasure, manhood stiffening.

“Zach, I… I think you’re giving me an erection,” Ashe admitted bashfully, testing the waters.

“Hmm? I thought I felt something there.” Zach peeked, seeing Ashe’s long cock swell fully hard against the sheet. “Well, this happens sometimes…” Zach licked lips hungrily.

Zach continued working Ashe as the sexual tension mounted. His hands danced over Ashe’s tight buns before coming between his legs once more. This time Zach grabbed Ashe’s cock firmly, pumping it slowly. “Needs some attention too?” Zach cooed. Ashe groaned with delight.

“Yes Zach…” Ashe breathed heavily. Zach set his oil bottle aside and stripped off his sweats, revealing a hirsute naked body sporting a girthy erection. He mounted Ashe on the massage table, musky cock sliding between Ashe’s beefy cheeks.

“Zach! You’re hard too!” Ashe exclaimed. Zach smirked, grinding his heavy shaft against Ashe’s asshole. “Okay in lust, okay?” Zach uttered. Ashe could only nod in blissful consent. Zach slicked his cock with oil and pushed firmly against Ashe’s ring. Ashe grunted as Zach sank his thick rod in to the base, ass swallowing Zach’s fat endowment.

“Fuck Zach! You’re stretching me open!” Ashe purred. Zach began slowly pumping, bodies slapping together lewdly. Ashe reached back, grabbing Zach’s firm ass and pulling him in deeper.

“I want to be fucked hard,” Ashe demanded. Zach obliged, thrusting vigorously and slamming balls against Ashe’s muscular rear. “Take it!” Zach growled, feeling Ashe’s ass spasm and tighten around him. The erotic massage was turning into a full-blown gym hookup.

Ashe’s Spencer inches turned purple as Zach drilled him intensely. Ashe,.moaned loudly, tears of pleasure rolling down his cheek. He bucked back onto Zach’s spike, the two men rutting ferociously, Zach kissing and nibbling Ashe’s neck. Sweat and oil dripped off them as the air grew thick with manly musk.

“Gonna mark you as mine,” Zach grunted, plunging deep and howling. He pulled out and stroked his throbbing cock, zinging ropes of seed all over Ashe’s muscular back. Ashe yelped in ecstasy as Zach mated him, enjoying the invasion.

Zach flipped the massive Ashe onto his back, plunging his sloppy cock back into that well-fucked asshole, missionary style. Ashe grinned, his own erection bobbing. Zach reached down and fisted Ashe’s thick shaft, pumping in time to his deep thrusts. “Paint me,” Zach ordered. Ashe obliged, blasting thick jets of hot spunk onto his beefed up chest, his own body bouncing in pleasure.

Sated, Zack flicked the spent Ashe onto his side as he dismounted. “Feel better, bub?” Zach asked, placing a tender kiss on Ashe’s sweaty cheek. Ashe just nodded, a goofy grin plastered on his face. “Same time tomorrow for your after-game festivities?”

“Yes, now get out!” Ashe said with a playful swat at Zach’s firm rear as he sauntered out.

Wiped out and replete, Ashe slipped into a clean towel and centered himself. Zach sure knew how to make his guys relax. But as he exited, Ashe surprised Zach kissing a daydreaming wide receiver by the lockers. That fiery look in Zach’s eyes said he greatly enjoyed his job. Ashe loved his job too, and couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s game and another chance to get to know Zach more intimately.