Soccer LUV! - A Sports-Themed Gay Anal erotic tale

By Claire Westwood

John enjoys playing in his amateur soccer league after work days, but there’s always one thorn in his side - Rudy, the second-best player, seems to have it out for him! But when John confronts Rudy in the parking lot after practice one evening, demanding to know why he’s being targeted, Rudy says the one thing that John wasn’t expecting: Rudy’s gay, and he’s had a crush on John since the first day of the league!

Rudy has an interesting proposal following his reveal, however: if John can spend one single night with him, engaged in the most carnal of relations, and doesn’t enjoy it - Rudy will walk away from the league, never to bother John again. It’s a tempting proposal. One single night of servitude? John decides to accept...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire Westwood
• Release date: Mar 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497722491

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

When I saw Rudy charging towards me, his legs pumping in those athletic shorts, it was too late for me to brace myself.  All I could think was, with a resigned sigh, Not again.

Thud!  With a jarring strike, Rudy collided with me, and I felt my legs slip out from underneath me on the grass, still damp with dew.  I landed on my stomach, knocking the air from my lungs, and Rudy hit on top of me a millisecond later. 

The referee’s whistle blew with a shrill shriek, but Rudy still took his time in climbing off of me.  I was uncomfortably aware of the bare skin of his legs sliding over mine.  I could feel the hairs on his thighs and calves rubbing against mine, could feel his sweat mixing and intermingling with mine.  One of his hands landed squarely on my ass as he lifted himself up off the ground, and I swore that he gave it the briefest of clenches, digging his fingers into my muscled buttock.

Come on, man, I said, once we had both managed to regain our feet.  The referee had darted in, retrieving the ball from where it had bounced to and was hauling it off for me to kick off.  I stayed where I was, however, glowering at the man I considered to be the least well-liked member of our league.  We’ve all told you before: this is supposed to be no contact!

I know, I know, Rudy replied, brushing flecks of grass off of his jersey and then running one hand through his tangled hair.  Looking at him, even I had to admit that he was a handsome dude.  His body was covered everywhere with a layer of tight and solid muscle, and his arms and legs stood out like cords when he broke into a run.  He always seemed to have a bit of dark five-o-clock stubble covering his face, and although he kept his nearly black hair trimmed fairly short, it still fell in waves across his forehead.  Rudy never seemed to spare a glance at the spectators that would gather for