The rain fell, the pitch was a mud-bath.
The visiting team were wiping the floor with the locals as the score line finished at 42-7; our local `ruggers' had played their hearts out but were defeated and seemingly powerless over the visitors.
Ref blew for eighty minutes.
The losers stood like a human tunnel at the changing room doors, congratulating the victors as they shuffled into the dry and warmth of the corridors of the clubhouse. Shoulders slapped, winks handed out and in one case a slap on the arse of the winning captain and also the man who scored the decisive try.
The home changing room was steamy and warming up as shower steam mixed with the cold air blowing in through the open door.
Boots were kicked off in the middle, each carrying a few sods of grass and mud, it looked like a compost heap in the making.
Players sat in various states of undress licking their wounds but clearly having enjoyed a good challenge. Comments were made about it being the taking part that mattered in the end.
You could hear three cheers being called from the doorway of the visitors changing room -- a very different energy in there!
The team Physio walked in -- checked for injuries, stiffness, or plain pampering after the match -- there didn't seem much demand for it from the home guys, maybe the beers they would consumer shortly would put pay to any minor ailments.
Just then at the home teams door, the visitors coach asked if they had a `spare' Physio who could help a player with a serious strain problem -- the home Physio obliged and went to find out more.
The home sides Physio was a young bloke; l mid to late twenties, had been studying sports Physio at local university and helped out at weekends with the rugby and on Sundays with local league soccer. He was still learning the ropes but knew his physiology well. He was a fit well built guy himself, wise enough not to choose to get hammered on the pitch every Saturday, it had to be a sensible thing to do!
Physio knocked and walked into the visitors changing rooms to find the coach consoling one of their props who'd "done something" to the top of his leg. Groin strain maybe, who knows.
After a brief chat Physio suggested they retire to his room with couch and ointments and allsorts of things to make one better.
The prop followed loyally, limping slightly.
He wasn't a tall guy but was almost square in build -- thickly muscled, legs like an Oak, calf muscles to match. He was barrel chested but not fat in any way, this guy clearly looked after himself.
His big hands were clad with mud and bandage, thick thumbs, square fingernails, knuckles like vices -- thick wrists and completely appropriate for his equally built arms -- all completely in proportion.
Physio chatted with prop as he sat feeling weakened by his problem, it was suggested that he lift himself up onto the couch, easier access and meant Physio could check him over. At that point Physio could see that the player had ripped his shorts -- maybe a clue about what happened, who knows, but they'd ripped revealing quite a bit of him at the front -- Physio noted the guy had a large packet down there, all tucked into a tight Speedo jockstrap which was probably adding to the discomfort.
Physio suggested he stripped from the waist down and prop duly obliged without getting off the couch. He kept his socks on for some reason but off came the Cotton Oxford shorts, or what was left of them, and the Speedo jock just rolled down like a sock.
Prop lay there still with team shirt on and just his socks on the couch as Physio checked out some heat treatment lotion and also a towel and some warm water.
Physio approached the player from his left and asked him if its okay to towel him down and clean him up -- prop obligingly nodded and rested his head back as Physio washed around his midriff.
As Physio moved down prop opened his legs wider, laying his left leg flat on the couch, the other upright to provide a prop to his lean.
Physio had seen pretty much all their was to be seen in the course of his training; there wasn't anything that surprised him anymore. He had had his quota of come-ons' and nods and winks in his time -- he was able to deal with anything but while he thought one day he might cross the line' with someone, by and large he didn't. He was on his own with this older and much bigger guy, all was okay.
Physio placed a towel across the props middle sparing his embarrassment -- prop removed it saying he wasn't shy at all and besides if he had groin strain the towel would be in the way.
"Good point" said Physio as prop gave him a nod and a grin.
The muscles between the legs are a complex array of ligaments and muscles flat packed on top of one another.
Prop had done some gym work, his legs were toned and like power packs, his thighs seemed almost squared off at the front from hard work, maybe it was his job, Physio didn't ask.
His calves were massive. Real wide and toned -- trimmed with thick black hair which thickened towards his ankles. The hair had seemingly rubbed off or worn away further up as his thigh appeared almost hairless.
Physio noticed tension in props legs -- he suggested some body oil would help him relax if massaged in, prop grunted in agreement to this idea.
Latex gloves on and oil ready Physio lightly oiled his hands and rubbed them together warm and started applying oils to props calf muscles, easing out the tiredness from the match and encouraging better blood flow . Prop folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention.
Props calves blushed with new blood as Physio gently kneaded the muscle tissue as he progressed upwards past prop's knee to his thigh. This required both hands.
He gently pressed the thigh muscle and over a period of time couldn't help noticing props reaction to the touching as he noticed prop's cock had swollen thicker.
Prop had a shortish cock, while flaccid at any rate, and a huge ball sac, like that of a bull.
It was in sleep mode the last time Physio looked but since it had thickened and was growing in size -- no great surprise from the touching down there. Prop didn't seem bothered.
Physio moved upwards to the top of props left thigh and felt the tension in it and kneaded it gently -- at that point there was a surge of blood into props cock and it darkened and thickened to half mast.
Prop was uncut but as his tool grew and thickened the skin gently rolled back revealing a wide square cockhead, everything about him was in proportion it seemed!
As Physio used his left hand to delve between props legs he pressed the guys cock against the other thigh causing another surge in blood only this time it seemed to waken props cock up fully.
Props foreskin rolled right back revealing a glistening cockhead, about the size of a tomato maybe about 3 inches across, atop a thick shaft laced with veins and blood vessels all standing up proud.
Physio removed his hand from between props legs and props tool stood up straight -- it was so thick it flopped onto his belly.
His balls had risen, you could make our props two balls as they'd risen and separated with his erection. His cock was lying flat against his belly -- almost wrist thick and sporting this huge cockhead, like a mushroom.
During his exploration between props legs Physio identified some stiffness in the top of props left thigh -- muscle strain it seems but it wasn't affect his perineal muscle -- that was working fine and occasionally jerked from time to time lifting and dropping his weighty cock on his belly.
Physio set about oiling and massaging props right thigh in the same way, taking his time and his attention away from the aroused player.
On arriving atop the props right thigh, Physio couldn't help notice that props cock was well engorged -- veins up, moving in time with pulse beats and on a closer look he could see prop precumming onto his belly -- streams of the stuff like thickened water.
Physio asked prop "are you chilled okay mate, you seem busy down here.." -- prop lifted his head in his hands and smiled apologetically saying he hadn't wanked for days and felt tense about it -- he admitted that the body rub had thrown a few switches.
Prop lifted himself up and faced Physio who was taken aback by his sudden movement. Prop asked "could you..?" looking down at his swollen tool.
"No ones ever asked before" replied Physio.
Prop grinned, "well, I have ..!"
Physio felt obliged realising prop was allowing him to cross the line.
Physio stared prop in the eyes, turned and drew the blind on the door and threw a small bolt on the door.
Prop rested back, head held in folder arms behind his head. He changed the position of his legs. left leg up and right leg flag, his cock flopped and rested across his thigh, its natural bend it seems.
Physio changed his gloves which showed signs of mud and grit, threw them in the bin.
He stretched some new latexes on and re-oiled his hands.
Physio reached for props pulsing cock and lifted it with his left hand -- he joined his right hand embracing the shaft tight. He pressured the two hands together locking props cock into what must have felt like a pussy.
Physio lifted and dropped his hands up and down the shaft -- one time he pressed hard down on props groin to see his foreskin stretched right back and his cockhead flare up really wide and dark like a huge mushroom.
Physio repeated this as prop pulsed in time.
He repeated the deep pressure pull back on props cock and held it tight as the blood rushed in to his shaft and swelled up real big -- veins all over the place and huge drop of precum appearing on the tip of props cockhead.
The drop grew and rolled back over his mushroom head -- keeping one hand on the base of props shaft, Physio used his right hand to rub the precum into the oils.
As he gripped props shaft tight it stayed tight and real thick and veined up -- the sensitivity heightened enormously by the engorge blood and his hand as a trap.
Moving slightly Physio could see that props cock was really thick, it must be about two and a half or three inches across at the base and remains the same all the away up the shaft which must have measured the best part of eight inches. Physio wondered how this felt inside the guys wife -- a thick lengthy slab of meat being driven in -- amazing thought.
Props tool continued to ooze precum by the spoonful as he started to spasm -- Physio knew what this meant. He stood closer to the edge of the couch as prop reached out with his right hand and gripped Physio's shoulder tight -- huge spade like hands well gripped.
Prop lifted himself slightly to his right so he could almost face Physio who could handle his cock head on.
By now props cock was at full length and stretch -- the biggest cockhead Physio had ever seen in his limited awareness of this and at each touch and rise and fall down the props cockshaft the big guy juddered -- his belly spasming gently.
Prop looked at Physio, he looked back and put his finger to his mouth as if to say "shussh" no noise when coming. Prop winked.
He returned his hands to the big mans swollen tool and descended hard again really forcing his shaft into a bigger veiny swell, another bead of precum appeared as his cockhead flared bigger and wider.
Props muscled belly rise and sank in spasm as his tool was pushed through this `tunnel' of two gloved hands that stimulated his cockhead and frenum (the veins behind the cockhead).
Physio went down on him strong again pulling his shaft and foreskin so tight it made his cockhead tilt as it swelled -- a huge purple head shining and precumming, looking like it could burst at any minute.
Prop reacted with a "humpf" as Physio watched props balls rise upwards -- he was going to cum soon.
Sure enough with a few more deep power presses down his shaft, prop gripped Physio's shoulder tighter as he tilted himself to his right towards the wall and towards Physio himself.
Physio went down on him again, this time props cock darkened further and swelled like fury -- Physio kept a tight grip of props shaft base as he wanked him off with his other hand.
Physio gloves glided over props massive cockhead and down the shaft as the big man convulsed and turned to face the wall -- Physio kept grip and wanked at arms length as prop let out a massive exhale of breathe -- his cock swelled big time -- half as thick again like a cucumber and just as ridged, Physio watched as an almost elastic stream of semen shot out of the big guys cock, followed by another and another and then a long sequence of white dribbles that slid down his cock.
Props shootings had stuck to the wall like moist chewing gum -- three wads sticking to the wall, hardly dripping -- maybe his sperms were also squarely built!
Prop fell back onto the couch deep breathing, Physio had let go of the guys engorged tool which by now reached over the mans belly button -- must have swollen to nine inches or more.
Now looking dark purple and beaten, props cock started to shrink back as his balls dropped.
Prop lay there motionless and quiet.
Physio watched but took his gloves off and dropped them in the medi-waste.
Prop lifted himself up, turned and looked at Physio and smiled in a way that suggested he couldn't thank him enough.
"Well, that's cured my ball ache at any rate" said Prop.
Turning to the young Physio and shaking his hand and with a look unique to some kind of brotherly society, that special look between trusted pals.
Prop replaced his Speedos and grabbed his towel and wrapped it round himself, grabbed his boots and stepped out of the unlocked door and back into the visitors changing rooms.
Weird how time slows right down when things like this happen, his pals were just towelling off from their showers, he'd been away about fifteen minutes.