Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player : On Sale Now

Star Irish rugby player, Conor Murphy, lives and breathes rugby. He spends ConfGayRugbyPlayer_cvr[1]his weekends playing rugby, drinking beer, and singing songs with his teammates. There is only one thing he loves more than rugby, and that is hot rugby players. But after the final whistle sounds, the real competition begins: the hunt for the hottest men.

Conor’s muscular body and roguish good looks ensure he can have his pick of the sexiest players. But what happens when this alpha male meets his match on and off the field?  Who will come out on top when he meets the horniest rugby players from the USA? Can two alpha males have the night of their lives?

Excerpt:

Sean and I charge in to clear the breakdown. These lads are bigger than we are, but we are crazier. We have them rattled. I know what they are asking themselves, “How can these wee men be so fucking crazy in the contact?”

Because we are Irish, and we love the fight. So front up, you big Marys. A knock-on brings the first scrum of the game, and it’s Green ball.

Let’s see what they got.

“Crouch, pause, engage.” The ref gets the game restarted.

I’d say their pack is, by the man, an average of two to threestone heavier than our guys. They are as strong as bulls, and we struggle to hold them off our ‘put in’. Hardly surprising, all of them having huge legs and huge power asses.

Impressive, really. The kind of butts that you break rocks off of. I have to confess that I am a sucker for a hot ass. Who would not want to bite and pound Pat 1a powerful man ass?

Fuck yeah! … Focus, Conor. Think with your head, not with your dick!

From my position at flanker, I look straight across at the opposition flanker. He is one hot fucker and has the look of concentration on his face. Furrowed brow and everything, cute, really cute. Is this the most important moment in his life? Maybe it is. He certainly looks a ride and doesn’t seem like he wants to take any prisoners today.

We secure our ball from the scrum and shift it to the right as the packs break. Spreading out in the direction of the play, I clip the hot flanker’s heel, which sends him sprawling to the ground and lets me get to the break down first.

Hot, but dumb. Just how I like them. I can see he is pissed off. Hopefully, it will put him off his game. To show him that there are no hard feelings, I blow him a kiss. He really does not like that and grabs the neck of my jersey and starts mouthing off at me.

The ref is unimpressed and tells San Fran’s captain to get his team in order. Sometimes, this game is too easy.

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