Sadly, we’re not actually giving away a gay rugby player but we do have a post with the Irish author of Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player, Patrick Darcy, and a fantastic giveaway. Leave a comment here to win parts 1-3 of the series. The giveaway closes on Monday 23th at 9am GMT. GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED!
Yes, gay men really do play rugby! We play hard, and you can bet your asses that we party hard too. We get drunk, we sing songs, and we try and have sex. Just like any rugby team.
Let me just make one thing clear: I am not Conor Murphy. I’m not even Sean, or ‘Captain’ or any of the other characters in the Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player series. I have played on gay teams, as well as ‘regular’ teams. I wanted to write the rugby series to explore the intensity surrounding teams and players when they go on tour. These tours are the culmination of a season’s rugby. There is intense pressure on the lads to perform, and do themselves and their team justice. A big part of any end of season competition is the closing party. You’ve played hard, and now you want to meet some hot guy and play harder. In the morning you were knocking the hell out of each other, and now you want, well you get the idea. We all love a bit of exotic meat.
We all love sex, right? And sex is just sex, right? Can you have sexual experiences with a friend and still remain just friends? Gay men are often portrayed as sexually voracious and ‘sexually detached’; somehow able to have sex without feelings. Is this really possible? I wanted to look at what happens when it stops just being sex. What happens when you start to develop sexual feelings for a friend? Can your friendship survive? What happens to you as teammates?
The rugby series looks at the relationship between Conor and Sean. They have known each other since they were kids. They have gone from hating each other to something else. The have been sharing these intense sexual experiences and yet they are expected to remain just friends. Of course this is impossible. Feelings develop and a friendship that seemed so perfect falls apart.
Exploring human nature and the balance between sex, romance, and love is at the centre of Conor’s character. He will ask the same questions of himself that we all will wonder at some point in our lives. Is it ever right to have a sexual interest in your friends? How would you feel if you knew that your best friend wanted more, but you did not? Could you still be friends, or would you feel betrayed? Would you feel compelled to reject any such advances? Would you play dumb for the sake of the team? How do any of us cope with rejection? I’m not sure that I for one could accept it. What are we to do to get what we want. How self destructive can we get? We’re often told to fight for the things that we want. But is that really a good idea? Maybe you have to accept that some things are not meant to be, and that they are not meant to be for a damn good reason.
Conor lives out loud, without apologies. His sexual appetite is alive and well, pushing limits and loving the carefree adventures. But what happens when his desire and his heart start to focus on one person over the many hot bods?
Since when did falling in love ever come easy, and does life really have happy endings?
So that’s the Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player series. Five parts, the first three of which are available now at Wilde City Press.
I’m Patrick Darcy. Rugby player, Irishman and writer of full strength gay erotica.
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Not all my stories are set in Dublin, but they all follow my heart’s desires.
There are two big passions in my life: great sex and rugby. Quite often, these are combined! I love the thrill of competition, the power, the intensity, the brotherhood of rugby.
Oh, and I love being naked!
Star Irish rugby player, Conor Murphy, lives and breathes rugby. He spends 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?
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 a 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.