Rugger HugHer

Before rushing off on holiday, a friend asked me to look after a holdall containing the strips of his amateur rugby team, which the coach would collect from me the next day. Being sexually attracted to rugger men, I was more than happy to take charge of the kit. And imagine my delight when I realised that the strips had not been washed, following the team’s game that afternoon. Alone at home, I eagerly examined the sweaty, muddy and grass-stained shorts, shirts and socks. I inhaled the smell of masculinity from the unwashed clothing, focusing on the crotches, arses and armpits. With my cock growing to full erection, I stripped naked and rubbed the used kit across my body. As I tried on different tops, shorts and socks, I thought of the men who had worn them during that latest match, causing my cock to throb excitedly and dribble precum.

In this state of arousal, I consulted the team’s website to connect the numbered kits to actual names, faces and bodies. From looking at photos, I selected the kit to wear of a particularly sexy man: good-looking, well-built, rugged and hairy. With my cock and balls sticking out the leg of his shorts, I wrapped the socks of another player around my hard-on and wanked vigorously, while inhaling the heady musk of men. Finally, I gushed my semen all over the strips and lay back a very satisfied man. Needless to say, I repeated the experience wearing another man’s shorts and top, before the coach came to collect the holdall the following morning. Just as well the strips had not been pre-washed, as I handed them back heavily stained with my copious loads of cum. Thereafter, I looked forward eagerly to watching the players during their next match, wearing the shorts, shirts and socks which I had abused and enjoyed so much. HugH