Rugby Player's Hot Legs & Smelly Cock

At a nightclub event a while back I found a great seat to see the show from. I was asked, politely if I’d mind sharing, and so there I sat on a hot humid night, thigh to thigh with an attractive stranger.  Much taller than me, his hair black, thick and curly probably a man of Celtic origin.  I could see chest hair trying to escape the top of his well fitted shirt.  Probably a stranger to junk food as his complexion was flawless.  Masculine 100% for sure, but unmissable were his long thick eyelashes.

I’m enjoying this, seated next to a stranger and taking in his details from top-to-toe.  With drinks consumed, I’m sure if evolution provided me with x-ray vision, I’d be inspecting his underwear, muscles, cock, and seeing a thick black bush of curly pubes, thus completing the image of "Mr Right".

The venue was crowded to capacity, the one-off event was part short film festival, in a nightclub setting with burlesque show.  I can’t remember how conversation started but being thigh to thigh must have helped.  We drank, talked like old friends, shared a few private stories all while wedged together on that small bench.

I learnt we were both from the same country.  He moved here to play professional rugby.  I didn’t mention before, but the legs I’m wedged against belong to a rugby player, so they are thick, rock hard and radiating heat.

I can hear him, see him, smell him, and feel him.

He told me his girlfriend was here and would soon be on stage, an erotic performance in a giant plastic champagne glass, it was that kind of place.  When they arrived, I saw her briefly as  she went back-stage and only re-appeared once before her performance.  I was introduced, she seemed pissed off, generally.  We were talking about all kinds of stuff, he told me they weren't getting on too well (aha, so maybe she was annoyed that he was enjoying himself) and that he was going to pull the plug on dating her.He said we need to ‘freshen up’, tapping his shirt pocket!  "Lets go to the men’s toilets" he instructed.  As a result of being in an up-close and private space with him, I was on-edge, horny.

We returned to our seat.Now I’m more aroused and possibly frustrated too.  I thought he must have huge balls, despite the tight seating his legs were wide apart, touching mine.  He adjusted his cock a few times and even without x-ray vision I could tell he was getting turned on by something.  He was straight I guess, but his eyes weren’t undressing every female that walked past, despite their flirting.

As we talked his cock had bulged enough to be noticeable, there was that, and the smell.  His foreskin must have skinned back as he got hard.  Earlier, in the cubicle we used to 'freshen up', he pulled it out, thick, sweaty and very white.  He pissed right in front of me.

I’m thinking his foreskin has rolled back, or an engorged cock has pushed its head out, either way its exposed and releasing an unmistakable and more pungent manly odour.  No longer wrapped in an over-heated foreskin the smell is free to reach my nose, and I like it.

A large Marie Antoinette style champagne coupe is wheeled out, water splashes over the stage ….

A hot, smelly cock and a really nice guy too.Water stops splashing from the giant Marie Antoinette style champagne coupe and his girlfriend slides seductively in to it.