Title: Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player
Author: Patrick Darcy
Cover Artist: Wilde City Press
Publisher: Wilde City Press
Genre: Contemporary Erotica/Sports
Length: Short Story (37 pages/approx 12k words)
Rating: 5 stars out of 5
A Guest Review by Aunt Lynn
One Sentence Review: PWP at its nastiest best
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?
Okay, so I was unprepared for this story. I saw it on the list Wave sends out as available for review; I liked the blurb and was in the mood for a sports story, so I grabbed it. Wave then said to me “um, this is going to have a lot sex in it, it has their highest ‘heat’ rating, do you still want it?” and I’m all like “sure, how much sex can it have?” Silly, silly me.
Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player is a title in the Charlie Harding Presents line from Wilde City. According to the publisher’s site, Charlie Harding titles are part of “a selection of premium, black label books presented by internationally-renowned and award winning adult entertainer, Charlie Harding. Each sizzling story has been personally chosen by Charlie for the quality of its storytelling, its steaminess… and the fact that it got Charlie Harding hard!” Um, yeah.
There are 37 very well-written pages in total; the first five introduce us to some of the characters and the setting – the fun drinking/clubbing/smexxin aftermath of an international gay rugby tournament in New York. The next seven pages describe the game against the San Francisco team in detail. The last 25 pages are essentially a couple of long, very graphic, at-times unusual sex scenes. I loved it, so much so that I bumped another book in line for review this week (a saccharine-sweet romance, which was almost as far removed from this one as possible) to get the word out.
Conor, our first-person narrator and a flanker for the Dublin Chiefs rugby team, is very funny and has a very healthy self-esteem, as shown by the first sentence while looking in the mirror: Conor, you are one hell of a ride. This was the first of numerous Irish and rugby slang terms I had to look up, but I didn’t mind (ride = good looking, btw). If he isn’t thinking about and playing rugby, he is thinking about or doing the nasty (even while playing); if he isn’t fucking, he is drinking.
Now, in case you get the wrong idea, it isn’t all sex. There is a touch of character and plot development for the length (if you squint with one eye closed), and it’s also surprisingly a teeny bit romantic in parts (if you switch eyes). Additionally, it’s quite hilarious with numerous laugh-out-loud moments, especially during scenes at the club prior to the hook-up with Tonio, the hot SF player Conor has his eye on.
A few things that might put you off: no lube, serious felching, the C-word among tons of cussing. Oh, and it’s in present tense, if that matters to you. None of those bothered me, but I am just one reader.
If you have no interest in sports or rugby in particular, this is not a story for you. And if you need hearts and flowers with your tame, purple prose love making, this is not the book for you. If you are good with hard, in-your-face, unapologetic sex with some hard, in-your-face rugby, you need to pick up Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player.