Life continued as it has till Thursday, I work as a builder during the day. I make small build houses with good energy efficiency and future proofing, with my team of 10 likeminded workers, we all want to make people a good home. 

When I turn up for training on Thursday evening, I’m met with the sight of Cap talking to a huge man with a dark look. 

Puffing up to my full height I walked up and asked, “you all good DD?”

Brad turned a bright smile on me and said, “ah perfect Sti... I mean Jonathan, I’d like you to meet Miguel, he is joining the team as a new second row number 4. Please can you teach him all you know.”

Oh, damn this huge guy plays the same position as me, fuck that means I’ll be benched more and won’t get tackled as much! 

Annoyed thoughts are running round my head until I look up at Miguel’s face. 

My mind goes silent, damn he is handsome! 

His light brown face is full of strong angles, from his jaw that could chisel rock, to his cheekbones that look like they are made of granite, his blade like nose couldn’t be straighter! 

Oh, then my eyes met his almost black eyes, that hold a deep glare that I want turned on me forever, it makes me feel goosebumps all over. 

I think I’ve fallen in love at first sight! 

I hear Cap’s deep voice far away, “Jonathan, you alright?”

“What? Oh yes!” I snap out of my daze and in a rush grab Miguel’s large soft hand, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

The big man’s dark brown brows raise towards his perfectly stylised hair as I ramble on, “if there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask me, I’m Jonathan, but the lads all call me Stiffy, you can call me either, oh and I’m also a number 4, it will be a pleasure to train with you.”

A slow smile spread across Miguel’s slim brown lips, and I swear I shivered, I felt like a rabbit being looked at by a wolf; hell yeah! 

“It’s nice to meet a fellow second row, I hope I’ll learn a lot from you.” Said Miguel in a rich eloquent voice. 

I shivered again; he is a tall dark handsome refined gentleman! Oh, I want to be his! 

Slapping me lightly on the back, Cap said jovially, “alright Miguel, I’ll leave you in Jonathan’s capable hands.” Then he jogged off to sort everything out for training. 

Only after Miguel looked slowly down at our hands, did I realise I was still shaking his in greeting. 

Reluctantly letting him go I said as naturally as I could while my heart was racing, “it’s this way to the clubhouse, if you follow me I’ll show you round and get you set up with a locker.”

Turning to lead the burly man up the stairs on the outside of our wooden clubhouse, I heard Miguel’s deep voice again, “Thank you Jonathan, I’ll be in your care.” 

Oh fuck, that would be amazing! I would take such good care of you. Don’t look back, he might see your flushed face, looking at my feet I said, “I’m happy to help you anytime.”

As I’m finding Miguel an empty locker in the row of old metal school lockers, the other players start coming in. 

Yon is the first to see Miguel, and with his usual lack of tact says, “fuck me your big! Nice! You look like you can slaughter the opposition.”

In a way I swear he has learnt from Cap, Paul clips Yon’s mousy brown head and says angrily, “hey VD, is that anyway to greet someone?!”

So his nickname isn’t as bad as you think, VD stands for verbal diarrhoea. 

“Sorry Splurger.” Groans Yon while rubbing his head, I can attest Paul clips you much harder than Cap! 

Sticking out his hand Paul says with a charming smile, “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Paul, but all the lads call me Splurger. This is Yon or VD, I guess you’ve already met Stiffy.”

Miguel shook the proffered hand, “nice to meet you Paul, I’m Miguel I’m a second row.”

Paul introduced all the other men who had come in. Which I sulked about a little, I wanted to be the one to help Miguel.

There was a bit of inconsequential banter while everyone arrived, then we all got to changing. 

Without any hesitation they all hung up their coats on the hooks above the long back-to-back wooden benches down the middle of the room, dumped their stuff on the benches and started to strip. 

Just as I took my trousers off, Miguel leant in close and whispered in my ear, “so that’s why they call you Stiffy.”

I jumped from the soft caress of wind on my now bright red ear lobe and the wonderful deep rich tone. 

Slamming my hands a little too hard to my crotch, I whimpered, “I have very sensitive skin so get easily aroused.” Trying to keep the worry from my voice I asked, “I can move to the other side if you’re uncomfortable around me.”

“Not at all, I’m already comfortable around you Jonathan.” Replied Miguel softly, with a wolfish grin. 

Oh no, I think my heart just skipped a beat. 

No no no! You can’t fall for a guy you’ve just met! 

Or can I? It’s not like men don’t hook up with guys in bars quicker...

No, think about your rugby! What if you get chased out of the club because they finally notice your gay? 

I looked up at Miguel who had a soft smile on his handsome face, and I couldn’t help but gulp, I’m in trouble! 

While trying to quiet my overactive heart, I changed in record time, with my eyes pointing anywhere but at Miguel’s sexy light brown body.