Let's gay the site up a bit with some Naked rugby. There's even a token female just in case there's any heteros here.
****ing ****y bastard. I won't even look at another guy's dick, much less pleasure it with my soft, warm lips sliding like moist silk over its mighty length, cradling and caressing the balls in the vevelty warmth of my hands until I feel him shooting load after load of hot, precious essence into my hungry throat, lick my lips, smile, kiss him on the mouth and sashay out of the room with a saucy wink. ****ing bummers.
Rugby players are a bunch of ***gots. Naked running, communal baths, the biscuit game, habitually stripping off every time there's a sing song. I blame the public schools (apart form Ampleforth obviously.....)
**** on the back of the stamps. Leave it to dry. Instant Christmas party ice-breaker. "Want to taste my jizz...again?"
Unfortunately not, the prudish bitch's screaming put me off just as I was hitting the vinegar strokes. So I raped her and killed her with a vicious papercut to the jugular.
Some shocking wee willies on display - honestly, if you're hung like a fieldmouse, why play naked rugby? I'd have the elastic band on and give it some deep heat just in case