Photo Story #36

When I first applied for a Facilities job at the rugby stadium, I'd assumed that I'd be sweeping the floors or cleaning the seats.

I had no idea that I'd be responsible for towels in the locker room, maintaining the showers and ensuring that the teams had what they needed before and after a game.

I should preface this by saying that ever since I was a teenager, I'd had the biggest obsession with rugby players. I was addicted to the sight of their thick thighs and bubble butts in their small shorts, not to mention their massive broad shoulders.

I'd applied for the job hoping that I might get a chance to watch them practice, or sneak into a game, but the reality of being in and out of the locker room was more than I'd ever dreamed of.

During my first couple of months at the stadium, I had to wear the tightest briefs I could find to hide the fact that I had a constant boner. It was nearly impossible not to stare and drool over the deliciously thick rugby players as they headed out to the pitch, or stripped off in the locker room, or paraded around with nothing but a fluffy white towel wrapped around their waists.

It was a hellish combination of peak lust and utter frustration.

It was on my third month that a new player joined the team . . . Rafael Lindz.

He was one of the sexiest men I'd ever seen in my life - dark hair, dark eyes, honey skin and the most incredible bubble butt that teased me every time I saw him.

What was worse was when he was wearing his bright red kit. His shorts were even tinier than they were on most of the guys, and seeing him bend over on the field was enough to make me drool.

I tried talking to him multiple times, but I could never manage more than a squeak or a choked "hi".

And then I did something that was so insane that I still can't believe I did it.

It was game day and I was waiting for the team to head to the pitch so that I could get their half time refreshments ready.

I watched the team run past me, their juicy cheeks bouncing in their little shorts, before I headed into the empty locker room.

I don't know what came over me that day, but I found myself going straight to Rafael's locker. None of them were locked as they trusted each other like brothers, and I found myself pulling open the door.

The jeans and t-shirt that Rafael had been wearing were folded neatly on one of the shelves and I pulled out the t-shirt and brought it to my nose, inhaling the heady scent of his cologne and his musk.

Fuck, he smelt so good.

I was about to pull out his jeans when I spotted something even better . . . a pair of crisp white briefs.

I yanked them out of his locker before I could talk myself out of it, and brought the pouch to my nose. I practically melted into the floor at the manly scent of where his balls and cock had rested just minutes before.

My dick was throbbing painfully inside my own briefs, and without thinking, I dropped the shorts I was wearing to my knees, pulled the waistband of my briefs under my balls, and grabbed my cock.

I took in deep lungfuls of Rafael's scent as I jerked off, leaning back against the locker door.

He smelt so damn good, and I couldn't stop the thoughts of ripping his briefs on and deep throating his impressive dick.

I'd never wanted someone so much in my life.

Without realising it, my balls started to tighten and I gasped as I shot my load over the floor in front of his locker. I panted through the orgasm, drawing in as much of his briefs scent as I could.

As soon as the orgasmic high started to fade, I realised what I'd done.

What if someone had come in?

I quickly grabbed a towel and cleared up my cum before carefully replacing his briefs and t-shirt in his locker.

I straightened myself in the mirror and then carried on with my job, unable to look Rafael in the eye during half time or after the match.

Days of cursing my own risky behaviour followed, and before I knew it, it was another match day.

And I repeated the same thing - I went to Rafael's locker, pulled out his undies and used them as a face mask as I jerked off like a horny teenager.

That became my routine for the next few weeks - as soon as the match started, I'd go and jerk off with Rafael's undies.

But then, everything changed . . .

My shorts were around my ankles, my briefs around my knees, my cock in hand, and Rafael's floral print bikini briefs covering my face.

"What the fuck dude?"

I dropped the briefs and spun around to find . . . Rafael!

He'd been injured and sent off, and I'd been caught jerking off with his undies. My mind was blank, and despite being caught, my hand continued on my cock.

I had no idea how I was going to get out of this!