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

Hey man, just wondering what you would like for breakfast tomorrow morning?
    Do these chat up lines work on anyone? Actually, no they don't. Then, why the fuck have I been using them all my life? Oh yeah, they sound great when you're drunk back in Dublin.
    I decide less is more, so I just keep his gaze for a moment. There is s o much that can be said without words. Right now, my body is saying, 'I want your ass, Tonio,' and his body is saying, 'Ah jeas'uz, will you shut up ‘n’ ride me .' Well maybe, but not in so many words. His body is all tongue-tied. Tonio just needs to have his tongue put to better use, and I can think of many things to do with it.
    That’s enough daydreaming. I'm just about to head over in his direction when I receive a pat to the back. Well, well, what do we have here? Possibly the sexiest cowboy I have ever seen in my entire life is standing before me with a seductive smile on his face. Even in the dim light, I can see this man is damned fine.
    He leans in and says, “Howdy there, pardner!” I can’t help but burst out laughing. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
    “Well howdy do there, pardner.” My eyes dart up and down his body. We stand there for a moment taking each other in. Fuck me, he's hot. He’s my height, very lean but muscular, and not a hair on him. The temperature in the club has thankfully forced this hottie to shed his cowboy shirt and opt for the half-naked ranch hand look. He has on the tightest pair of jeans I have ever seen, brown cowboy boots and a big, white cowboy hat with blonde hair poking out from under it.
    “I saw you in the hotel earlier on today. There sure are a lot of you rugby boys in town. How y’all enjoying New York so far?”
    “We’re having a great time. New York is a great city; our hosts have been great.” I realize my mind has become very one-track, when the only answer I can produce for everything is “great.” The sweat running down his smooth, sexy chest is distracting me, and I can’t help but want to lick it off him. “It’s pretty hot in here,” I tell him. And you are one hot ride.
    “Why, thank you! Chad, by the way.” Cute. He doesn’t seem to mind my inability to string a sentence together, and his smile is downright wicked. I don’t think he can be more than thirty. The perfect age for a gay man. There are no cowboys in Ireland—lots of cattle and lots of flat cap wearing 'bogger' farmers, but definitely no cowboys.
    “Nice to meet you, Chad!” I’ve never hooked up with a cowboy before, and it would be mighty fun, but I can’t help but think about Tonio. There is a score to be settled. I have a quick scan behind me, but he’s gone.
    “Someone you’re looking for?”
    “Just a friend I wanted to say hello to.” I put disappointment to the side and direct my attention back to Chad. “I’ll catch up with him later. So Chad, you a legit cowboy?” His belt catches my attention; it’s one of those huge buckle types. The thick leather would be great for giving a naughty cowboy six of the best across his ass before a serious hole pounding.
    “Sure am. I work as a ranch hand down in Texas. Just up here for the dance comp. Now, it’s kind of rude to be staring at another man’s crotch... are you listening to me?” Damn. I must have been staring. No point in denying that, so I run with it.
    “Yeah, I was just looking at your... belt, yes your belt. It’s mighty big. Must be something powerful in there you need to keep locked up.” Yeah, like a big nine-inch dick, I'm hoping.
    The look on my face must say it all. I'm a man who really needs to get off.
    Chad's inner Boy Scout takes over. Seeing that my need is desperate, he wastes no time in taking my hand and pulling me over towards a dark corner. As soon as the darkness envelops us, he leans in and kisses me. His lips are rough, chapped, manly, and he tongues deep into my willing mouth. I reach around and grab his ass with both hands, grinding my cock against