EP1 | The Rugby Captain's Secret (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

It was over the moment I saw him; I should have realised that then. It was like a seismic shift in my world, only back then, I didn’t know; I had no idea what this man was going to do to me, and everything that was going to happen because of him. 

Locking eyes with him that day was the first domino to fall. And then there was no stopping it. I’m sure of that.

Maybe if I’d left then, escaped far away, I could have avoided all that happened… But I didn’t.

If I knew what was coming, would I genuinely have done anything differently?

No. No, I know I wouldn’t have. Because even with all the shit that happened, being in that man’s orbit even for a fleeting moment was like the highest high.

And I was a fucking addict.

-

Lee sauntered over to me and placed his hands on the reception desk. His odour hit me like a slap in the face. This wasn’t the sexy musky scent of a man; he smelt like shit.

“I need you to clean the changing rooms, they’re disgusting. Sorry, my man, but you’re the newcomer, so you drew the short straw.” He smiled as he said this, clearly enjoying his newfound power over me. 

“Sure thing,” I replied, plastering a fake smile across my face and heading straight to the cleaning cupboard.

Anything to be in a different room from him.

This wasn’t my first week at my new job, working at my local sports centre. There was a gym, a sports hall, squash courts, changing rooms, and a large outdoor field. Honestly, there might be more I haven’t fully understood yet.

I didn't want to work here. But I left university with an English degree and found no jobs afterwards, so now, a few years later, I have moved back home and taken a job here to satisfy my parents. I needed to sort my life out and figure out what I was going to do. At the moment, I was working at the local sports centre with Lee as my manager. 

So here I was, cleaning the changing rooms. Lee liked them to be mopped regularly; he said it was to maintain a high standard, but I think he simply enjoyed the power trip of making me clean the floors. Officially, I was supposed to be working at the reception desk, but I practically had to do whatever was needed. 

I worked my way across the floor with the mop, making sure I’d done it thoroughly. I wasn’t going to give Lee the satisfaction of saying I hadn’t done a good job or make me do it again. 

Then I heard some voices; they sounded rowdy and were growing louder. It was a Thursday afternoon, and the sports centre was fairly quiet, so I hoped I wouldn’t be disturbed while I mopped. But then the door burst open, and a very boisterous group of lads barged in. They were all dressed in rugby gear and covered in mud. They were laughing, cheering, and jostling each other. My heart sank; I hated being around groups of lads like this. It made me feel like I was back at school, surrounded by jock types who always made fun of me for being gay. I grabbed my mop and bucket and hurried to the store cupboard to put them away, hoping not to be noticed. 

Another part of me also had to admit, these guys were attractive. I secretly thought a benefit of working at the sports centre might be the chance to see some attractive guys, but so far, I had been left disappointed. But now the rugby team was coming in, I realised this was where the attractive guys were. 

They were mostly all for guys. Different types, some beefier, some more toned, some older looking, some younger, but all attractive. Straight guys had always been my issue; I think it’s that classic wanting what you can’t have cliché. And I always fell for it. 

At university, there were a couple of guys I sucked off on drunken nights, who all had girlfriends and pretended like it never happened. But I didn’t really care when I got to suck on their fat cocks and swallow their loads as they moaned and told me it was the best blow job they had ever had…that’s all I really cared about.

But it did mean I’d never really dated, and I wanted to. But if a guy was a bit of an asshole and straight, I was hooked. And those didn’t exactly lead to relationships.

I knew I had to break this pattern, or I would remain alone forever. So I put my head down and quickly headed for the exit, hoping not to be noticed. 

But as I reached the door, I wasn’t paying attention, so I bumped into someone hard. I fell flat on my backside. I felt as if I’d walked into a brick wall. I heard the talking and laughing stop, and I looked up to see…him. 

No wonder I felt like I had walked into a brick wall. In front of me was a wall of muscle. My breath caught in my chest as I looked up at him, Freddie. He was the most attractive man I had ever seen in my entire life. He was the stuff of fantasies, a face that people would put in posters on their walls. He had dirty blonde hair, a rugged, chiselled face, and the most piercing green eyes. I felt completely lost in them as he looked down at me, an amused half-smile across his perfect face. And from this angle, looking up, I had a view of his meaty thighs, broad chest, and strong shoulders. This man was a god. 

He extended his hand, and I reached up to take it. Actual shivers ran down my spine; it felt like an electric current jolted through my entire body. 

He lifted me effortlessly, his big hand completely covering mine. Then, as suddenly as he had grasped it, he released me. 

“You alright mate? Should watch where you’re going, yeah," he said gruffly, then he moved past me, and the loud laughter and bantering carried on. 

“Freddie, you fucking nailed that try today!” I heard a guy say to the man who had knocked me over.

Freddie, he’s called Freddie.

I just stood there speechless, my dick straining against my trousers. I looked into the changing rooms, where he had just gone, and saw him strip off his rugby shirt to reveal his chiselled, hairy, beautiful chest... and his fucking abs... and a V-line all the way into his tight little rugby shorts…

I turned and ran.

This isn’t good, I’m supposed to be off straight guys. I just need to concentrate on this job and figure out what the hell I am doing with my life. But already, I’m falling for an incredibly attractive guy.

“Took a while!” Lee yelled as I walked back.

“Sorry yeah was dirty” I said, “just going to the bathroom” and I hurried past him.

I closed the door and locked it, then I pulled my trousers off and pulled out my hard cock, and I started wanking it. I don’t know what had come over me; this man had a crazy effect on me. I was overcome with horniness…I needed to shoot. My head was full of images of him…his strong chest…his meaty thighs…I was on my knees worshipping him…urghhhh….

I came all over the floor, a huge load that shot hard from my cock.

Then I fell to the floor.

“Get your shit together”, I said to myself, embarrassed by my reaction to this guy.

-

After cleaning myself and the bathroom floor, I headed back to the reception. Lee asked me to watch over the reception while he went out for a smoke, so I sat at the desk and scrolled through my phone.

After a while, I heard noise again, and then they were coming back. The rugby team, all showered and changed, was heading out.

And there he was once more, looking just as attractive in clothes as he did out of them.

He walked past, ignoring me... but as he approached the doors, he turned back... and looked straight at me, and again I froze. Then he was gone.

I was obsessed; I knew it.

I didn’t want to oppose it. I simply desired this man more than anything.

If only I knew how much it would cost me.