LeagueNut apologises in advance for this one...
LeagueNut (Panthers)
Fifty shades of grey (NRL abridged version)
*Due to the nature of this story, names have been changed to protect the innocent.
The shrill blast of the whistle pierced the air, the jarring sound contrasting well against a feeling of final relief. Once again they had been solidly beaten and Chris was feeling the pressure the high-profile recruit with the sizable pay packet wasnt living up to expectations. As his masculine and sweaty team-mates left the field they were gently squeezed together as they made their way up the players tunnel, their combined writhing mass producing a veritable hotbed of pheromones. Chriss shorts danced against his skin like a satin sheet in an Arabian desert, gently grazing a gently curving buttockular slope.
Chris knew Steve, his coach, wouldnt be pleased with his performance and it didnt take long before Steve had pulled Chris aside. Chris, you didnt own that game, said Steve, his velvet voice dripping with a mix of disappointment and arousal. You teased it
threatening to take firm control before softly relinquishing your grasp, releasing the pressure, and being forced to start again.
Come with me for a minute.
Aww coach, do we have to?
Now now Chrissy, the reluctance was cute at first, but its lost its charm now. Lets get on with it, aye? Its obvious you need another refresher lesson on taking control.
As they walked into the next room, Chris immediately looked up at the whips hanging from the wall limp and flaccid as they always are, yet somehow harbouring the secret memories of a thousand previous visitors. Steve had already put on his mask, and motioned towards Chris to do the same.
Chris, youve been a bad boy.
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Sean had already begun to pack up for the afternoon. He was happy with his performance today and allowed himself a cheerful whistle while he tidied, the sort air gently brushing his taut lips with an enchanting melody that reminded him of a bygone time.
Suddenly he heard Billy coming up the stairs. Sean froze, his heart-rate steadily increasing as beads of sweat began to form on his quivering upper lip.
Sean, what the hell was that last call mate? It should have been a try. Now I know it didnt make a difference to the result but geez mate, weve gotta get these things right! Lets sit down and look at it, OK?
Billy flicked on the monitor and immediately brought up a replay. Sean marvelled at the speed of his fingers, they seemed to dance as if by magic across the keys with a gentle touch that belied their firm roundness.
See mate, look at this. He clearly gets the ball down. Now I know it was a bit of a dogs breakfast with everyone lying around but lets look at this freeze-frame here.
Seans jaw dropped. Did Billy really freeze-frame this unusually erotic snapshot of time? Was this finally the opening hed been looking for?
Look mate, just between that players legs there, you can see his hand is clearly forcing the ball yes its a bit gentle but its enough to get the job done, isnt it?
Billy began flicking between half a dozen frames. He may have been focusing on the ball, but Sean saw a whole different angle he saw hands being brushed against thighs, shorts being ever-so-gently gripped and carelessly pulled aside, and the look of joy and ecstasy as contact was made between the crisp firm skin of the ball against the soft lush surface of the wispy grass below.
Sean suddenly realised what hed seen. Aww yeah, I guess it was a try then.
Geez mate, sort it out. I dont want to have to put you on the rack again.
Maybe
maybe itd be for the best Billy, you know, maybe itd help me learn?
The awkward pause seemed to last forever Sean slowly lifted his eyes from Billys belt buckle and started to look up, pausing to drink in every visual pleasure he could on the way. He stopped for a second to admire the curvaceous nature of Billys lips before gently letting himself fall into Billys dreamy gaze.
Billy had a wicked smile starting to curl at the corners of his mouth. His eyes had already answered the question by now, and Seans heart rate soared to dangerous levels.
Billy can you bring your whistle this time?
Just you try and stop me.
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