Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player (Charlie Harding Presents) Read Free

like that. But it serves him right for trying to go high on me. Get your tackling right, son!
    The proceeding line out is deep in their half. My line out pod goes up to context the ball, but we are taken out in the air. Thankfully, I manage to land without breaking my neck, but I'm furious. Lo and behold, it's Tonio's pod that takes us out. Captain grabs one of the San Fran lifters by the scruff of the neck and shakes him about like a rag doll. All hell breaks loose, and a fight breaks out. Really? You want to fight the Irish? Bring it on! We tear into them. Full on 'handbags.' Tonio has grabbed our Mickey! Pick on someone your own size. I tackle him to the ground and mount him. He might be a big, strong fucker, but I'm just as big and have him pinned. The pair of us snarl at each other and jostle, but he won’t budge me, as I'm sitting on him. I can feel his cup at my ass, and I can feel my cock hardening in my own cup. I could fuck him right here, right now. Fuck him so hard that he won't walk right for a week.
    Eventually, Cian of all people pulls me off him. The 'backs' are always ruining the forwards' fun. Now that Tonio and I have been properly introduced, I'm going to make the rest of this game hell for him. No doubt, he feels the same.
    Tonio and I are given a thorough telling off by the referee. Captain tells the ref that we were just having a bit of 'craic' and no harm was done. The Yankee ref has no idea what Captain is saying to him.
    I love this game!
    Scores will need to be settled after that little tussle.
    "Did ye enjoy having his dick up your ass?” Trust Sean to lower the tone.
    "Where the fuck were you?" So much for the back row union!
    "Ah sure, ye looked like yous was having such a good time riding him, I didn't want to be gooseberry boy."
    Enough talk. There is a game to be won.
    The clock is running down, and it’s do or die for both teams. We are all going to have to take some risks. San Fran underestimated us, and thought this would be a walk in the park. Size isn't everything, unless we are talking about cock. There are five minutes left, and we have a good scrum position after a San Fran knock-on. The nerves are getting to them. These big men are the cup favorites, but they are being held scoreless by the little diddy men from Ireland.
    Captain picks and goes off the back of the scrum, then charges forward. I'm on his shoulder, my thick, powerful legs pumping hard to keep up with him. A little off-load to me, my attention is on the ball, and I don't see Tonio until it’s too late. He cuts me clean in half with a tackle from the blind side. The motherfucker!
    Sean gets over the ball, but they charge in to counter ruck us off the ball. We desperately smother it and rightly get pinged for killing the ball. I'm going to feel that in the morning. I look up to see Tonio grinning at me. Fair play, that was a good tackle. I'd be fairly impressed with myself, too. I bet he's been storing that up the whole game. Pay back is indeed a bitch.
    They decide to kick at goal. It must be forty meters out. An easy kick for a pro, but for an amateur, the last kick of the game, and all that pressure?
    Would you believe it? He makes the kick, and that sends us home. Fucking US football kickers. Three to nothing in the end, a tight bitch of a game. No one likes losing in that way. The cure is to get drunk, sing some songs, and get laid.
    It was from that moment onwards that I knew I had to hunt Tonio down and pay him back. Yeah, he can tackle hard, but can he fuck hard too?
    Which brings me back to the moment and the hunt. Tonio is chatting away to one of the London lads when we make eye contact across the room. He's not going to forget me in a hurry.
    I imagine what I'm going to say to him. Hi Tonio, I'm the Paddy who was a total bollix to you this morning. You remember, don't you? Yes, that's right. We had a hot wrestle, and you tried to bum me on the pitch.
    Somehow, I don't think that's going to work.
    How about,