First Post---Reward Well Deserved Part 1/?
There were 2 minutes left in overtime. The puck was all over the place, no one was really able to get it under control.
One minute remaining in overtime.
Somehow, the puck found its way to my stick. I skated full speed down the ice. I heard my name called. I looked over, there was Wojtek.
It’s now or never.
I passed the puck to him and he shot it.
SCOOOOOOOOOORREEEEE!
The puck had smoothly snuck past Ryan Miller’s pad into the back of the net. I saw Wojtek’s face light up as I skated toward him and tackled him into the boards.
Before the rush of guys from the bench could tackle the both of us, I whispered in his ear, “You’ll get your reward later.”
The rest of the team moshed in and congratulated Wojtek.
One by one the guys patted his helmet and skated away. Lappy came up, grabbed his ass, kissed him, and then skated away. It was standard Lappy procedure, but still, Wojtek shot me a glance that was half sorry for what Lappy did, half a ‘save me’ glance. Once all the guys were gone, I tackled him again and pressed him suggestively into the boards before skating off to the locker room.
Slowly, the locker room cleared out. Wojtek went off to the showers and I started to plan the night ahead of us. Joe came in and sat down next to me.
“Good job tonight, Paul. Every game I see a little more of your father in you.”
I looked up. “Thanks, Joe.”
“So…Wojtek got the winning goal. How you gonna congratulate him?”
I stuttered on my words. “Oh, you know, just a quiet night in…probably play some Madden. Maybe I’ll actually let him win tonight.”
Right then, Andrew walked out of the showers. “Good job, Paul. Tell Wolly that too. I woulda told him, but he’s kinda busy at the moment, and I didn’t want to take all the fun of interrupting him for myself.”
Note to self: don’t let Andrew in on anymore secrets…he can’t keep his mouth shut.
“Ian and I are gonna go have some fun tonight…’ya know, the-” he thrust his pelvis, “kind of fun.”
He walked off. I could feel my face red hot with embarrassment.
“It’s ok, Paul. I know about you and Wojtek. Everyone does. It’s not a secret in here.”
“Yea, thanks to Andrew and his big mouth. Anyways, I’ll see ‘ya later, Joe.”
One minute remaining in overtime.
Somehow, the puck found its way to my stick. I skated full speed down the ice. I heard my name called. I looked over, there was Wojtek.
It’s now or never.
I passed the puck to him and he shot it.
SCOOOOOOOOOORREEEEE!
The puck had smoothly snuck past Ryan Miller’s pad into the back of the net. I saw Wojtek’s face light up as I skated toward him and tackled him into the boards.
Before the rush of guys from the bench could tackle the both of us, I whispered in his ear, “You’ll get your reward later.”
The rest of the team moshed in and congratulated Wojtek.
One by one the guys patted his helmet and skated away. Lappy came up, grabbed his ass, kissed him, and then skated away. It was standard Lappy procedure, but still, Wojtek shot me a glance that was half sorry for what Lappy did, half a ‘save me’ glance. Once all the guys were gone, I tackled him again and pressed him suggestively into the boards before skating off to the locker room.
Slowly, the locker room cleared out. Wojtek went off to the showers and I started to plan the night ahead of us. Joe came in and sat down next to me.
“Good job tonight, Paul. Every game I see a little more of your father in you.”
I looked up. “Thanks, Joe.”
“So…Wojtek got the winning goal. How you gonna congratulate him?”
I stuttered on my words. “Oh, you know, just a quiet night in…probably play some Madden. Maybe I’ll actually let him win tonight.”
Right then, Andrew walked out of the showers. “Good job, Paul. Tell Wolly that too. I woulda told him, but he’s kinda busy at the moment, and I didn’t want to take all the fun of interrupting him for myself.”
Note to self: don’t let Andrew in on anymore secrets…he can’t keep his mouth shut.
“Ian and I are gonna go have some fun tonight…’ya know, the-” he thrust his pelvis, “kind of fun.”
He walked off. I could feel my face red hot with embarrassment.
“It’s ok, Paul. I know about you and Wojtek. Everyone does. It’s not a secret in here.”
“Yea, thanks to Andrew and his big mouth. Anyways, I’ll see ‘ya later, Joe.”