Rip on the Rugby Pitch

I know that I've written about rugby men before, but after seeing the guys in the video linked on the VIP server, can you blame me?

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On the projector screen pulled down in front of the lockers on the left side of the locker room, we watched some film of maneuvers that our coach was hoping that we could learn today. He was new, but we were not- we knew that we weren’t pulling this off. We were in a rec league, part timers who might have been great in college, but we were just doing it for sport now. Meanwhile, he had pulled footage from pro players, and one of the guys in the videos we all recognized from the national team. He was sure that he could make us as good as the guys on the video, and we couldn’t give a fuck what he said.

“Okay men, let’s get out onto the pitch and try some of these moves, starting with our line-outs. I know we won’t be leaping as high as these guys, but when we play our next game, I want the other teams to not realize how high our first throw will be. They won’t be expecting it at all!”

No shit, Davies. They obviously won’t be expecting this- they’ll just be expecting to meet us at the pub after game downtown.

“Let’s move!”

Luckily for him, he really was a nice guy, so we all just humored him as we headed out to the pitch. As part of the team started stretching to warm up, a few of us lined up with Davies and began doing lifts for our line-outs. It’s not like these were some expert moves, but we usually went lazier on these since our backs weren’t what they used to be. In the video, one guy was lifted high enough for his ass to be right in the other guy’s face. Luckily for me, the lifter had grabbed hold of the guy’s shorts hard enough that he pulled them up over his strong, muscular thighs so that the side of his toned ass had appeared on the video. That was our goal today even though some guys had rounder bellies than that guy’s ass on our team.

“Okay, Jeffries pair up with Thompson.”

Nodding at the bigger man behind me, I knelt down and let him grab ahold of my shorts on each side. At the coach’s whistle, I jumped into the air as I was thrown, and I reached up to grab the ball coming my way. Feeling it collide into my grasp, I felt pretty good as I landed back on the grass.

“Not bad, but I know we can get higher. Polly, throw that ball higher this time- let’s make him work for it.”

Wiping off the sweat from my brow, I got into position one more time. At the whistle, I jumped high, but I was thrown even higher. Right before the ball rolled into my hands, the sound of ripping fabric and a pain radiating threw my lower half had me looking away from the ball. I could feel it before I saw it- Jeffries had wedgied my shorts up my ass, but there was luckily relief as I came back to the ground.

“Oh fuck!”

Unfortunately, that relief was only because the fabric of my rugby shorts had cleanly ripped in two, and my cheap slip briefs ripped with them. Standing there in the now hushed silence that had fallen over the rugby pitch, my ripped clothes fell from my waist down to my ankles, and my teammate moved into action for the two of us by grabbing the ball off the ground and pushing it into my hands to cover myself. I’d been naked in front of the guys in the locker room every practice, but here, I was out in the open. There were more fields to our left and right, and there was a walking trail behind us that was getting more crowded every day as the weather warmed up. Even now, I could hear voices behind me, and I saw one camera flash as my ass was photographed without even knowing who was seeing me.

That finally pushed me into action, and I started to head to the locker room with my jersey pulled down as far as it could go, but Coach just put a hand on my chest as he stepped in front of me.

“Hey, I know this sucks, but you were so close to getting the height I wanted. Give me one more play, and then I’ll send you to the locker room to head home early.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?”

“And you’ve got to get a better pair of shorts.” Slapping me on the ass hard enough to leave a mark on my pale skin, he spurred me back into position. For some reason, I did as I was told, and Jeffries behind me looked even more surprised. Without my shorts to grab onto, he just put his palms around my thighs and waited for the coach’s whistle. As the shrill noise alerted everyone to look my way, I jumped into the air as my teammate lifted me once more.

This time though, he was just being an ass as mine landed right in front of his face. Spinning around, he faced me towards the walking path as the ball sailed off to my left. There were over a dozen people waiting on the sidewalk, and they all had their phones in hand recording me. I reached down to cover myself, but it was too late. My flopping cock had probably been caught in slo-mo, and once my feet hit the ground, I started running to the locker room with it swinging between my thighs with each step.

I thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing until I heard a teammate recognize one of the ladies that had been staring. He was probably having her send him the video now which meant that it would shared with everyone that he and I knew before I could even cover up again…