Playing with the Big Boys

I was once told someone would only read my stories ‘if your next book centres on a big hairy front row lust triangle 😉 #bellypower #niche.’ I wrote this a while ago, but intended on publishing it for Christmas. Events intervened and I’m going to rewrite it for another competition. In the meantime, enjoy the draft. 

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‘Ay-ay-ayyonn-gooh-huss?’

Since battling through the unseasonably early snow to arrive at the local GUM Clinic, George had buried his head in his phone. Turning up his rugby shirt collar wasn’t just to keep warm, he wanted anonymity too. He hadn’t even glanced at the other occupants; no way did he want to catch the eye or acknowledge anyone in there. There was always something that felt rather seedy and dirty about it all. Even the bright snow-reflected light shining in the windows couldn’t relieve the sordidness. So, he had jammed his bulk onto a chair and hoped the wait wasn’t too long while ignoring everyone around him.

However, the unusual name the stuttering nurse was trying to pronounce was vaguely familiar, and he had jumped slightly. Without lifting his head, and heart leaping, he attempted to peek out of the corners of his eyes at who responded.

A hulking figure squeezed out of a chair on the other side of the waiting room and sauntered towards the nurse. George swallowed at seeing the chunky rear he had been coveting for the last six weeks lovingly cupped by blue denim. His groin warmed and he shifted restlessly. His chair was just as tight around him.

‘George? George?’ Another nurse had appeared.

The figure paused and looked around at the nurse. ‘He’s over there. The other big, bearded guy.’ A thumb was jerked in his direction.

Fuck! It definitely was him.

A thrill went through George’s body. Aonghuss knew who he was! Then his heart dropped – he also knew he was at the clap clinic.

FFS! Get a grip, mate.

He gave himself a verbal talking-to as he followed the nurse down the corridor. Seconds behind the ambling opposition prop he’d last seen mud-covered, sweaty and cock-hardeningly gorgeous. As the Scot turned into a room, he glanced back at George, who quickly looked away.

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Tx

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