When the Lions lose I’m always in bad form. You nail your colors to a mast and it hurts when you don’t win.
Moodiness is not an attractive trait on a Saturday night, but it does result in some rather deviant sexual behaviour.
In my case, it results in ‘depression induced sexual aggression’. Thankfully, not of the power bottom variety.
No, I become an aggressive top. A la porno land.
I’m not talking about normal ‘fun’ aggression. What I indulge in is over the top, ‘stop that it hurts’ kind of aggression.
Because I’m pissed off and someone has to suffer! Does it make me feel better? No. Does it make the pain go away? No. Does it change the fact my team lost? No.
But it does allow me to share my pain.
Thinking about it, actually the bottoms never ask you to stop. They just grin and tell you how rough you were, how it hurt and how they can’t see you again. But they always ask for my number and go home smiling.
Amazing how they all tend to call when they are feeling super horny.
These experiences serve to remind me how my sexual behaviour is influenced by my mood. Good mood equals in loving passionate sex, fun but pretty regular. Bad mood? Holly crap! That results in depravity, wild dirty sex and broken furniture.
Once there was a trip to the emergency room, I’m telling you it was an accident. He didn’t speak to me for a month. Then called to say how much he loved it, and how we had to get it on again.
No wonder my regular playmates tell me they like it when I’m in a bad mood!
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