My name is Frank Duvall, I am 34 years old, and apart from being gay my main interest is playing soccer. I play for a small Sunday morning pub side, and we lease our soccer pitch from the Local District Council.

Two seasons ago the council doubled the amount of money that we would have to pay for using their pitch and changing rooms.

There was, however, a way to avoid paying the extra money, if your team had a majority of players who were members of a social minority then you could escape paying the increase. Now we had eleven guys in the team and two reserves, making a total of thirteen. Three of them were black, one was Indian and one was half Chinese. We needed another minority player to qualify for the rebate, so I reluctantly put my name down.

I have never made any great secret about being gay but I wasn't keen for my sexual preferences to be put down on any official list, but in the circumstances there didn't appear to be any other option. I completed the form and received confirmation from the council that we qualified for the rebate.

A few months afterwards I got a call from the council's Minority Liaison Officer who wanted to interview me about problems encountered by gay sportsmen. I was less than keen, but let the guy talk me into meeting him.

At the appointed time there was a ring on my doorbell and there stood a good looking young guy, who couldn't have been more than twenty. He was slim with almost Latin good looks, and was wearing a smart suit, white shirt and a colorful but tasteful tie. He introduced himself as Harry South, we shook hands and we sat down facing each other in my lounge.

Harry told me that I was the only gay footballer on his list and could he ask me some questions about any problems that I had experienced as a gay man playing soccer. He started off with fairly obvious questions.

"Have you ever suffered from discrimination or abuse from your own team mates?"

"Have you ever been abused by anyone in an opposing team?"

"Have you ever had any cause to complain about a district council employee?"

I answered these questions as simply and as truthfully as I could. He then started to ask me questions, which had no bearing on my soccer playing. He asked me about any sexual adventures that had come about through playing soccer. I replied that I once met a guy in the changing room after the match who knew that I was gay, we waited until everyone else had gone home, then had sex. The official wasn't satisfied with the term "had sex", he wanted to know all the details, and so I humored him and told him everything that we had done. .

He continued to ask questions like "How young I was when I first ha gay sex, and I realized that he was getting turned on by my explicit answers. He started perspiring and it was obvious that he was getting hot and horny, especially when I gave a long and detailed account of sucking my first cock.

When he asked me about the last time that