The Ablino Rhino 97-98
The next year I was told to report to camp in Colorado. Again, my hopes of making it were high. For the first time, I didn't feel like I had to move heaven and earth to prove I deserved a spot. The guys had seen me in regular season play. Although it was only five games, it felt like a weight was finally off my shoulder, and I could just play my game. In the first preseason game against the Kings, I had three fights. First I fought Sean O'Donnell to a decent draw. The second fight was against Steve McKenna, and he was a fucking monster at 6 foot 8 and 252. I have to admit I was just a little bit scared. This was the biggest guy I had ever fought. As it turned out though, his fighting skills were anything but big. He was terrible at fighting. I was able to tie up his right arm and he was lost. I switched hands, landing a fury of punches to take an easy win.
The most significant fight for me that preseason was against Chris Simon in a game against the Capitals. Yeah, him, that bitch that put me and Peter through so much during our initiation. I was looking for revenge and he knew it. Halfway through the third we dropped the gloves. It began as a wrestling match. I wanted to break free so I could throw some hay makers. I was well aware of who I was fighting though, and the fact that I desperately wanted a win against him. My last fight against him still fresh in my mind, I was hesitant to let his left arm go. He soon broke free from my grip and hammered me with lefts. I went down before I could answer. Looking back on it, I think that hesitation cost me the fight. I often think that if I hadn't been so defensive from the start, maybe I could have won.
I met Chris in the empty press box after the game. I was not looking forward to this at all. I was expecting him to make me wear a collar and leash again and be his little bitch. So I bet you could imagine how shocked I was when Chris threw me up against the wall, kissing me with passion, and sucking on my neck.
“Oh fuck” I moaned. He pressed me up against the wall and began grinding his hips into mine, rubbing our hard cocks together. He undressed me, ripping every article of clothing off of me. He dropped to his knees, holding my hard cock in his hands.
“Always wanted a taste of your big meat” Chris grunted.
I cried in pleasure as my cock disappeared into Chris' warm mouth. He was clearly hungry for it, sucking me at lightning speed.
“Fuck yeah, blow me, dude.”
Soon I could feel the pressure in my cock rising. I didn't say anything. I would have been
happy to cum in his mouth, but Chris somehow knew I was close and stopped. He removed all of his clothes and dragged me to the floor. He laid on the floor doggie style with his ass staring right at my hard cock.
“Fuck me, big guy” Chris said. “I know you want it.”
This left me confused. I was the one who lost the fight by a long shot, yet he wants me to fuck him? I wasn't going to say no however. I located his hole with the head of my cock and pushed in.
“Holy shit, you're big” Chris cried “Give it to me.”
“You're fucking tight” I moaned. I kept pushing in and Chris' cries grew louder with every inch. I had no intention of stopping. After all the shit Peter and I had been through, if he wanted to bottom, I was gonna take out all my pent up anger on him.
“Like that ya fucking cunt? Gonna make you my dirty bitch, plow your tight fucking hole” I grunted.
“Yeah, fuck me, man” Chris said. “Don't hold back.”
I held on to his shoulders and plowed his ass, pulling out and driving in full throttle. He pushed back against my thrusts at just the right time. Our grunts filled the press box. I could hear people taking just outside the door. We were loud enough to likely be heard outside. The excitement from the potential to get caught was too much for me.
“Fuck...ah yeah...Gonna shoot...Oh fuuuuuuuuuck!”
I howled as I fired several large shots into Chris' chute.
“Fuck yeah, dude. Fill me up with your warm jizz” Chris growled.
As we laid there recovering from our intense orgasms, the abuse Peter said Chris put him through was still weighing heavily on my mind.
“Peter tells me you treated him rough when you guys were roommates” I said.
“Fuck him” Chris laughed. “I sure as hell was rough with him. Made him my bitch, and he owes it to me. What are you two loves or something?”
“Well...yeah” I said.
Chris shook his head.
“Dude, you gotta take advantage of these soft talented guys. You shouldn't have to suck him off ever. We enforcers are defending their asses out on the ice while they get all the ice time, money, and credit. They all need to get on their knees and be our personal whores whether they like it or not. Without us, they would be sitting ducks on the ice.”
Chris and I ended up becoming good friends and for the first time, I felt like I was welcome into the circle of tough guys into the NHL. Despite losing that fight, I made the cut. I was going to start the regular season in the NHL for the first time. As you can imagine, I was pumped.
The day before our home opener, I was invited to Adam Foote's home. I had no idea what it was for at the time. Patrick Roy and much of the defensive core were there, including Sandis Ozolinsh, Aaron Miller, Alexei Gusarov, and Jon Klemm.
“So we wanted to formally welcome you to the defensive core here” Adam said.
With that Patrick dropped to his knees before me and pulled my pants down to my feet.
“Mmmmm...so big” he said in his exotic French accent before engulfing several inches of my limp cock.
“Fuuuck” I moaned, grabbing Patrick's hair.
My cock grew quickly in Patrick's hot mouth. His lips so soft and tight, his tongue exploring my cock. I was in heaven. All the guys shed their clothes and started jerking off. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Sandis and Alexei remove my shirt and suck on my nipples. After a few minutes of intense sucking, Patrick moved on, sucking Aaron's cock. Sandis and Alexei took over, Alexei sucking my dick and Sandis sucking my balls. John knelt before Alexei and swallowed his cock. It was a full blown orgy. The kind you dreamed of being apart of, lots of hot dudes around you filling the room with sexy moans.
I threw my head back and enjoyed it all. Sandis and Alexei soon stopped blowing me. Jon lowered his ass on Alexei's cock and rode him hard. Aaron came over, turned Sandis around and drilled his cock into the Latvian's ass. Meanwhile, Patrick went down on me again. With all the loud slapping sound and wild grunts surrounding me, it wasn't long before I was at the edge.
“Ah yeah...Patrick...gonna cum.”
He was married, so I had no idea if he would want to swallow. Much to my surprise, he kept going. I was all too happy to let him have it, and I fed him my creamy jizz. Patrick sucked it all out of me.
All the guys, including Patrick surrounded me, pumping their hard cocks. Alexei was the first to lose it. His 10 inch cock was a cannon, firing shot after shot of seed on my chest. Adam and Sandis added their hot loads to my stomach. Patrick had the smallest cock at only 7 inches, but his balls were big. His moans grew louder. Knowing he was about to shoot, I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him. I figured it was the least I could do for a married man who swallowed my load.
“Oh fuuuuck Wade” Patrick cried. He instantly released in my mouth. The warm man juice came faster than I could swallow.
That left only Jon who had yet to blow. Patrick swallowed his 11 inch shaft and sucked him to completion.
“Fuck, Patrick, yeah, drink my seed” Jon moaned.
Those blow jobs from Patrick became a regular thing. A good goalie takes care of his defensive core off the ice, and Patrick made sure we were happy. He would suck each of his defensemen dry after each game, one by one. I would have loved to drill his ass, but he was married with kids. Patrick didn't do fucking. So misguided, but his blow jobs did just fine. Unfortunately this experience was all to short for me as I was sent down to Hershey again in late October.
I was sent down just in time for a match against the Phantoms. The one thing I wanted more than anything was a fair fight, and hopefully a win, against Frank Bialowas. With less than three minutes to go in the game, Frankie and I run into each other in the Hershey zone and drop our gloves. We stayed in close, trading rights. It was a good scrap, but the win I so desperately wanted wasn't to be. It was a draw.
Our night was done with more penalty time than clock time remaining. Frankie told me to keep my equipment on and meet me on the ice when the coast was clear. That took awhile. It was rather awkward having all my equipment on in a room full of naked guys. When everything was clear, I returned to the ice. Frankie was waiting for me at the center ice face off circle.
“You wanted to fuck me at center ice” Frankie said. “Here's your chance.”
I was only joking when I said that, but my cock jumped at the opportunity. Frankie laid down flat on his stomach on the ice. I knelt behind him, pulling his pants down enough to expose his ass.
“It's all ready for you, dude” Frankie said “Get that big cock up my chute.”
I pulled my hard cock out of my pants, spread his ass cheeks apart and drove in.
“Ah fuck yeah...so hot and tight” I moaned.
“Yeah fill me with that monster. Fuck me hard” Frankie grunted.
I fucked him with all my weight, drilling his ass into the ice. We didn't stay at center ice. My hard thrusts sent us sliding all over the ice. We slowly slid down the middle of the ice right into the net. Hey, I scored a goal, how about that.
I turned us around and we slid through the right face off circle and into the boards. I had to shield Frankie with my arm to keep him from hitting his head on the boards. We slid along the boards all the way down to the other end of the ice. All the while Frankie was loving getting his ass ripped opened by my thick cock.
“Fuck me...harder...ah yeah, just like that...drill that motherfucker deep in my hole” Frankie grunted.
Our grunts and moans filled the arena and echoed off the high ceiling. I got back on my skates, pulling Frankie up. I pushed him up against the boards and drilled him into the glass. In case you were wondering, fucking on skates is not easy. Trying to keep my balance was just a nightmare. Frankie pushing back on my thrusts didn't make it any easier, and almost sent me tumbling backwards. Despite the difficulty, fucking on the ice was the hottest sex you could have. We were both sweating more than we would after a long hard shift. We skated over to the penalty box with my cock still lodged in his ass. That was also hot, but difficult. My forward momentum sent Frankie into the boards hard. My cock was shoved deep in his ass and I nearly blew my load.
“Owwww, you fucker” Frankie protested. “That was a hit from behind.”
“A hit from behind I know you loved” I said.
We entered the box and got down on our knees. I bent Frankie over and plowed him doggie style.
“Hang on” Frankie said. “Pull out.”
I did, and Frankie sat on the bench, removing his skates and pants. He laid on the bench, lifting his legs in the air. I sat on the bench and shoved my cock back in his entrance.
I suffered a separated shoulder a month later which required surgery. This was my first time going into an operation and I was a bit scared, as any patient would be. The surgery was in Denver and Peter took me to the hospital and waited for me. Having him there helped calm my nerves. You know you can always who really loves you when they are there when you need them most. Well it was then that I knew Peter loved me, and I loved him.
When I woke up, Peter was the only one in the room. My shoulder hurt like hell and I was hooked up to a dozen machines.
Peter leaned over and kissed me, slowly and passionately. My cock was hard and ready for some action. I pushed him down to my stiff dick. He pulled my gown up and swallowed my cock.
I kept my moans down and said nothing as he sucked me. I didn't want to get caught. All the pain I was in made this one of the best blow jobs I ever got from Peter. I needed it then more than ever. The door was slightly opened and anyone could have peeked in and saw us. The high risk of getting caught quickly brought me to the edge and I fed Peter my load. And we finished seconds before the doctor came in. Talk about close timing.
I went back to Hershey for rehab. Having never been out of the game that long, it was a tough time for me. Watching all the hockey games from the press box and on TV was difficult. Making it even more difficult was the fact that Jeff and Frankie were running wild every time they played us. They had no problem going after our skilled guys like Christian Matte. Of course Christian didn't mind sticking up for himself. He has a career high in penalty minutes that year, but it hurt us not having him on the ice. Jeff and Frankie knew it, so they did whatever they could to get him off his game and in the penalty box. Just knowing I couldn't be out there to keep those two in check was frustrating. We had plenty of other guys could fight, but I was the only heavyweight on the team that could be an intimidating force.
Jeff and Frankie were the kind of guys you loved to hate and hated to love. They were almost pests on the ice, but they were tough guys who loved sex, and were good at it.
I came back in February and played a few games for the Bears before being called back up the first of March. The first fight I had was against Rory Fitzpatrick during a mini brawl against Worcester. That ended up in a draw. Not my best scrap by a long shot. I was nervous about aggravating my right shoulder, so I went with lefts at first. Rory was hanging on and throwing the occasional right. It was a technical fight. At the end, I got brave, said a prayer, and used my right fist. Everything was just fine with it, but just as I was ready to unleash all my power, the linesman broke it up. We both got misconducts for the secondary altercation, so our night was over. This meant I had plenty of time to fuck Rory. I drilled his ass under the shower. His ass clearly got used often as he had no problem taking my foot long cock.
I had only played two games before I was plagued with more injuries. This time it was a groin and abdominal tear. I headed back to Saskatoon and saw a sports injury specialist who was very up front with me. He said they were serious injuries that needed surgery and could end my career. I returned to my abandoned frat house in Saskatoon and cried myself to sleep. I was frightened of having to quit the game I loved. I had just made it to the big leagues. How could this happen?
Three days before I was scheduled to have my first surgery, I got a call from Donn Clark, coach of the Blades. He said there was a kid who would be playing for them in their last regular season game and wanted to know if he could stay with me for the night so he wouldn't have to travel three hours each way in one day. Naturally, I said sure. He also said he was one tough kid. My cock rose when I heard that. Fresh meat for me to fuck. When he pulled up to the house, I discovered this fresh meat was more than I could chew. He was a kid and he was even bigger than me.
I felt kind of stupid greeting him with a hard on. He didn't notice it when I first greeted him, but when we sat in the living room, there was just no hiding it. He looked down at my groin and laughed.
“This is my time to be initiated I take it” Steve said.
“Uh...well...” I had never been speechless like this before.
“It's okay, man” Steve laughed. “I have been told to expect it.” He unzipped my fly.
“Let's see what you got there.”
He pulled out my stiff cock, giving it a few tugs.
“Not bad” he said. “Nowhere neat as big as mine though.”
“Holy shit, you're kidding” I said. Any cock well above my size was a fantasy, right? I knew Chris was 14 inches, but that was the biggest I had ever seen. I unzipped his pants and what I pulled out was a foot-long snake, with quite a lot of foreskin.
“Fucking hell, that thing is long” I said. “How big does it get?”
“Why don't you put your lips around it and find out?” Steve said with an evil grin.
Of course, I couldn't resist and inhaled his long sausage. His cock grew rapidly in my warm mouth, to a stunning 18 inches. Yeah, a foot and a half cock, and it was so thick that just getting the mushroom head in my mouth was a struggle.
“Ah yeah, dude, suck my dick” Steve moaned.
I managed to swallow another inch of his monster cock. I think I ended up sucking him for like 15 minutes before the piss slit began leaking precum into my mouth. His grunts changed, his breathing became heavy.
“Ah man I'm gonna cum” Steve moaned.
I pulled back a bit, sucking only on the head. I immediately got three big shots of his sweet and salty cum. Then, nothing. His head grew bigger and bigger in my mouth. He firmly gripped my hair, throwing his head back and moaning louder. I kept sucking, knowing something big was coming. His piss slit opened wide and a wide stream of jizz came rushing out. My mouth was quickly flooded with his seed and it just kept coming. It was like he was pissing cum. I couldn't swallow fast enough and I had to let some of it roll out of my mouth and down his shaft. This went on for like a minute, he must had shot a gallon of jizz in that time.
“Holy shit, that was incredible” I said.
Steve laughed. “That felt like one of my weaker orgasms if you ask me.”
He looked down at my cock.
“So now I take it you're gonna fuck me.”
“Can't, dude” I told him. “I have a torn groin.”
Steve nodded. “Well, I don't see why I can't finish that off for you.”
He wrapped both hands around my cock, feeling it all over.
“That is a nice cock” he said.
“You ever sucked a cock?” I asked.
“Never had sex with anyone before. Only jerked off a few times.”
He went down on me and immediately I could not believe he was virgin. He was good, keeping his lips nice and tight as they went up and down my shaft.
“Oh fuck that's hot” I moaned. “Yeah, suck my big rod...fuck yeah.”
He used one hand to jerk the bottom half of my cock and the other to play with my balls. That took me to the edge in no time.
“Ah shit, I'm gonna cum” I growled.
Steve kept sucking and tugging my balls. This was quite hot, I was about to give this kid his first taste of fresh cum. I shot a nice big load into his mouth. He made a face as if he couldn't stand the taste and I had to laugh. He kept at it though and sucked me dry.
“Shit, man” he said as he pulled off.
“You like the taste of my seed?” I laughed.
“I don't think I would want to do that everyday, I'll tell you that much” Steve said.
“It takes some getting used to. You don't just swallow for anyone and some guys taste better than others.”
Steve helped me out a lot during those hard months. I worked hard in rehab. The last session of the week was always the roughest. I would come home and literally collapse on the bed. Steve sneaked away from his family on those days to visit me, make some great barbeque, and suck my dick of course. He also came to Saskatoon when I had my surgeries and drove me to and from the hospital. I owed him to the point where I wasn't sure I would be able to adequately pay him back. He helped save my career.
I had an uphill battle, but like my battles on the ice, I was determined to come out on top. Against all the odds, I recovered and was ready to go for the 1998-99 campaign. But before I left, there was one thing that I had to do. I needed to break Steve in properly with a good fucking.
I woke up early the morning I was to leave for Denver. Steve was sleeping with Darcy Hordichuk who just moved in a few days ago and was a rookie for the Blades. He was butt naked under the sheets. I gently pulled the sheets away and laid down next to him. I grabbed his ass, sliding a finger up and down his crack looking for that virgin hole. He shifted and moaned.
“What a way to wake up” Steve whispered.
I closed my mouth on his neck and sucked on the skin.
“Fuuuuck” he moaned.
“You know what I want, don't ya? Want your virgin ass.”
“Mmmm...go for it big guy.”
I found his butthole and pushed a finger inside.
“God that feels weird” Steve panted.
I twisted it around for a bit before pushing a second finger in. This being a virgin ass, that second finger was difficult to get in and Steve winced in pain. I held it in there for a bit to give him time to get used to it. I got the lube out, smearing some on his ass and my fingers. Three fingers went in his hole and I lubed him up. I lubed up my hard and ready cock as well. Yeah, I was being a lot more careful than normal. I didn't want to hurt him on his first fuck, in part because I was worried I might pay for it later, after losing a fight to this kid someday.
I had Steve lay flat on his stomach and lifted his ass up. By this time, Darcy was wide awake and stroking his 11 inch cock, knowing what was about to happen. We nodded at each other.
I pressed my hard cock over Steve's entrance and slowly pushed in. I got the head in before Steve screamed.
“Ah shit!” Steve cried out in pain.
I couldn't push any further.
“Push back like you're about to take a shit.”
That decreased the resistance and I was able to push in. I went slow but I was determined to get my cock inside him while I could.
“Fuck, you're big” Steve moaned.
“Almost there.”
Every inch was gone in his hot virgin hole, and man was he tight. I had to hold it in there just to hold off orgasm.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah” Steve said. “It just feels so weird.”
“So fucking tight.”
I slowly rocked my hips shifting my cock in Steve's ass ever so slightly. As his ass gradually loosened up, I upped the length of my thrusts, withdrawing a little more. Steve started to get into it, pushing his ass back against my thrusts, and moaning louder.
“Ah yeah...fuck me” Steve moaned.
“Want more, eh?”
Yeah, give it to me.”
I increased the pace, but only by a bit as I was still worried about hurting him too much. But soon he was begging for more.
“Fuck that feels great” Steve grunted. “Faster dude, come on...fuck me harder...aaaaaaaah yeah.”
I drove into him full force. He grunted like a wild animal, shoving his ass back in perfect rhythm with my thrusts. I pulled him up to me, wrapping my arms around him and sucking on his neck. Darcy decided to get in on the action, sucking Steve's huge cock.
“Fuck...oh Fuck I'm gonna cum...AH FUUUUUUUCK.”
Steve fed Darcy his load and I released in Steve's ass a split second later. Steve and I collapsed on the bed, he was still cumming long after I finished. Once Steve was drained, Darcy squatted over pumping himself us as we were recovering for one incredible fuck.
“Ah yeah here it comes” Darcy grunted. He put his cock in my mouth and I wasn't gonna refuse it. As soon as I put my lips on his cock, he fed me his warm morning load.
The most significant fight for me that preseason was against Chris Simon in a game against the Capitals. Yeah, him, that bitch that put me and Peter through so much during our initiation. I was looking for revenge and he knew it. Halfway through the third we dropped the gloves. It began as a wrestling match. I wanted to break free so I could throw some hay makers. I was well aware of who I was fighting though, and the fact that I desperately wanted a win against him. My last fight against him still fresh in my mind, I was hesitant to let his left arm go. He soon broke free from my grip and hammered me with lefts. I went down before I could answer. Looking back on it, I think that hesitation cost me the fight. I often think that if I hadn't been so defensive from the start, maybe I could have won.
I met Chris in the empty press box after the game. I was not looking forward to this at all. I was expecting him to make me wear a collar and leash again and be his little bitch. So I bet you could imagine how shocked I was when Chris threw me up against the wall, kissing me with passion, and sucking on my neck.
“Oh fuck” I moaned. He pressed me up against the wall and began grinding his hips into mine, rubbing our hard cocks together. He undressed me, ripping every article of clothing off of me. He dropped to his knees, holding my hard cock in his hands.
“Always wanted a taste of your big meat” Chris grunted.
I cried in pleasure as my cock disappeared into Chris' warm mouth. He was clearly hungry for it, sucking me at lightning speed.
“Fuck yeah, blow me, dude.”
Soon I could feel the pressure in my cock rising. I didn't say anything. I would have been
happy to cum in his mouth, but Chris somehow knew I was close and stopped. He removed all of his clothes and dragged me to the floor. He laid on the floor doggie style with his ass staring right at my hard cock.
“Fuck me, big guy” Chris said. “I know you want it.”
This left me confused. I was the one who lost the fight by a long shot, yet he wants me to fuck him? I wasn't going to say no however. I located his hole with the head of my cock and pushed in.
“Holy shit, you're big” Chris cried “Give it to me.”
“You're fucking tight” I moaned. I kept pushing in and Chris' cries grew louder with every inch. I had no intention of stopping. After all the shit Peter and I had been through, if he wanted to bottom, I was gonna take out all my pent up anger on him.
“Like that ya fucking cunt? Gonna make you my dirty bitch, plow your tight fucking hole” I grunted.
“Yeah, fuck me, man” Chris said. “Don't hold back.”
I held on to his shoulders and plowed his ass, pulling out and driving in full throttle. He pushed back against my thrusts at just the right time. Our grunts filled the press box. I could hear people taking just outside the door. We were loud enough to likely be heard outside. The excitement from the potential to get caught was too much for me.
“Fuck...ah yeah...Gonna shoot...Oh fuuuuuuuuuck!”
I howled as I fired several large shots into Chris' chute.
“Fuck yeah, dude. Fill me up with your warm jizz” Chris growled.
As we laid there recovering from our intense orgasms, the abuse Peter said Chris put him through was still weighing heavily on my mind.
“Peter tells me you treated him rough when you guys were roommates” I said.
“Fuck him” Chris laughed. “I sure as hell was rough with him. Made him my bitch, and he owes it to me. What are you two loves or something?”
“Well...yeah” I said.
Chris shook his head.
“Dude, you gotta take advantage of these soft talented guys. You shouldn't have to suck him off ever. We enforcers are defending their asses out on the ice while they get all the ice time, money, and credit. They all need to get on their knees and be our personal whores whether they like it or not. Without us, they would be sitting ducks on the ice.”
Chris and I ended up becoming good friends and for the first time, I felt like I was welcome into the circle of tough guys into the NHL. Despite losing that fight, I made the cut. I was going to start the regular season in the NHL for the first time. As you can imagine, I was pumped.
The day before our home opener, I was invited to Adam Foote's home. I had no idea what it was for at the time. Patrick Roy and much of the defensive core were there, including Sandis Ozolinsh, Aaron Miller, Alexei Gusarov, and Jon Klemm.
“So we wanted to formally welcome you to the defensive core here” Adam said.
With that Patrick dropped to his knees before me and pulled my pants down to my feet.
“Mmmmm...so big” he said in his exotic French accent before engulfing several inches of my limp cock.
“Fuuuck” I moaned, grabbing Patrick's hair.
My cock grew quickly in Patrick's hot mouth. His lips so soft and tight, his tongue exploring my cock. I was in heaven. All the guys shed their clothes and started jerking off. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Sandis and Alexei remove my shirt and suck on my nipples. After a few minutes of intense sucking, Patrick moved on, sucking Aaron's cock. Sandis and Alexei took over, Alexei sucking my dick and Sandis sucking my balls. John knelt before Alexei and swallowed his cock. It was a full blown orgy. The kind you dreamed of being apart of, lots of hot dudes around you filling the room with sexy moans.
I threw my head back and enjoyed it all. Sandis and Alexei soon stopped blowing me. Jon lowered his ass on Alexei's cock and rode him hard. Aaron came over, turned Sandis around and drilled his cock into the Latvian's ass. Meanwhile, Patrick went down on me again. With all the loud slapping sound and wild grunts surrounding me, it wasn't long before I was at the edge.
“Ah yeah...Patrick...gonna cum.”
He was married, so I had no idea if he would want to swallow. Much to my surprise, he kept going. I was all too happy to let him have it, and I fed him my creamy jizz. Patrick sucked it all out of me.
All the guys, including Patrick surrounded me, pumping their hard cocks. Alexei was the first to lose it. His 10 inch cock was a cannon, firing shot after shot of seed on my chest. Adam and Sandis added their hot loads to my stomach. Patrick had the smallest cock at only 7 inches, but his balls were big. His moans grew louder. Knowing he was about to shoot, I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him. I figured it was the least I could do for a married man who swallowed my load.
“Oh fuuuuck Wade” Patrick cried. He instantly released in my mouth. The warm man juice came faster than I could swallow.
That left only Jon who had yet to blow. Patrick swallowed his 11 inch shaft and sucked him to completion.
“Fuck, Patrick, yeah, drink my seed” Jon moaned.
Those blow jobs from Patrick became a regular thing. A good goalie takes care of his defensive core off the ice, and Patrick made sure we were happy. He would suck each of his defensemen dry after each game, one by one. I would have loved to drill his ass, but he was married with kids. Patrick didn't do fucking. So misguided, but his blow jobs did just fine. Unfortunately this experience was all to short for me as I was sent down to Hershey again in late October.
I was sent down just in time for a match against the Phantoms. The one thing I wanted more than anything was a fair fight, and hopefully a win, against Frank Bialowas. With less than three minutes to go in the game, Frankie and I run into each other in the Hershey zone and drop our gloves. We stayed in close, trading rights. It was a good scrap, but the win I so desperately wanted wasn't to be. It was a draw.
Our night was done with more penalty time than clock time remaining. Frankie told me to keep my equipment on and meet me on the ice when the coast was clear. That took awhile. It was rather awkward having all my equipment on in a room full of naked guys. When everything was clear, I returned to the ice. Frankie was waiting for me at the center ice face off circle.
“You wanted to fuck me at center ice” Frankie said. “Here's your chance.”
I was only joking when I said that, but my cock jumped at the opportunity. Frankie laid down flat on his stomach on the ice. I knelt behind him, pulling his pants down enough to expose his ass.
“It's all ready for you, dude” Frankie said “Get that big cock up my chute.”
I pulled my hard cock out of my pants, spread his ass cheeks apart and drove in.
“Ah fuck yeah...so hot and tight” I moaned.
“Yeah fill me with that monster. Fuck me hard” Frankie grunted.
I fucked him with all my weight, drilling his ass into the ice. We didn't stay at center ice. My hard thrusts sent us sliding all over the ice. We slowly slid down the middle of the ice right into the net. Hey, I scored a goal, how about that.
I turned us around and we slid through the right face off circle and into the boards. I had to shield Frankie with my arm to keep him from hitting his head on the boards. We slid along the boards all the way down to the other end of the ice. All the while Frankie was loving getting his ass ripped opened by my thick cock.
“Fuck me...harder...ah yeah, just like that...drill that motherfucker deep in my hole” Frankie grunted.
Our grunts and moans filled the arena and echoed off the high ceiling. I got back on my skates, pulling Frankie up. I pushed him up against the boards and drilled him into the glass. In case you were wondering, fucking on skates is not easy. Trying to keep my balance was just a nightmare. Frankie pushing back on my thrusts didn't make it any easier, and almost sent me tumbling backwards. Despite the difficulty, fucking on the ice was the hottest sex you could have. We were both sweating more than we would after a long hard shift. We skated over to the penalty box with my cock still lodged in his ass. That was also hot, but difficult. My forward momentum sent Frankie into the boards hard. My cock was shoved deep in his ass and I nearly blew my load.
“Owwww, you fucker” Frankie protested. “That was a hit from behind.”
“A hit from behind I know you loved” I said.
We entered the box and got down on our knees. I bent Frankie over and plowed him doggie style.
“Hang on” Frankie said. “Pull out.”
I did, and Frankie sat on the bench, removing his skates and pants. He laid on the bench, lifting his legs in the air. I sat on the bench and shoved my cock back in his entrance.
I suffered a separated shoulder a month later which required surgery. This was my first time going into an operation and I was a bit scared, as any patient would be. The surgery was in Denver and Peter took me to the hospital and waited for me. Having him there helped calm my nerves. You know you can always who really loves you when they are there when you need them most. Well it was then that I knew Peter loved me, and I loved him.
When I woke up, Peter was the only one in the room. My shoulder hurt like hell and I was hooked up to a dozen machines.
Peter leaned over and kissed me, slowly and passionately. My cock was hard and ready for some action. I pushed him down to my stiff dick. He pulled my gown up and swallowed my cock.
I kept my moans down and said nothing as he sucked me. I didn't want to get caught. All the pain I was in made this one of the best blow jobs I ever got from Peter. I needed it then more than ever. The door was slightly opened and anyone could have peeked in and saw us. The high risk of getting caught quickly brought me to the edge and I fed Peter my load. And we finished seconds before the doctor came in. Talk about close timing.
I went back to Hershey for rehab. Having never been out of the game that long, it was a tough time for me. Watching all the hockey games from the press box and on TV was difficult. Making it even more difficult was the fact that Jeff and Frankie were running wild every time they played us. They had no problem going after our skilled guys like Christian Matte. Of course Christian didn't mind sticking up for himself. He has a career high in penalty minutes that year, but it hurt us not having him on the ice. Jeff and Frankie knew it, so they did whatever they could to get him off his game and in the penalty box. Just knowing I couldn't be out there to keep those two in check was frustrating. We had plenty of other guys could fight, but I was the only heavyweight on the team that could be an intimidating force.
Jeff and Frankie were the kind of guys you loved to hate and hated to love. They were almost pests on the ice, but they were tough guys who loved sex, and were good at it.
I came back in February and played a few games for the Bears before being called back up the first of March. The first fight I had was against Rory Fitzpatrick during a mini brawl against Worcester. That ended up in a draw. Not my best scrap by a long shot. I was nervous about aggravating my right shoulder, so I went with lefts at first. Rory was hanging on and throwing the occasional right. It was a technical fight. At the end, I got brave, said a prayer, and used my right fist. Everything was just fine with it, but just as I was ready to unleash all my power, the linesman broke it up. We both got misconducts for the secondary altercation, so our night was over. This meant I had plenty of time to fuck Rory. I drilled his ass under the shower. His ass clearly got used often as he had no problem taking my foot long cock.
I had only played two games before I was plagued with more injuries. This time it was a groin and abdominal tear. I headed back to Saskatoon and saw a sports injury specialist who was very up front with me. He said they were serious injuries that needed surgery and could end my career. I returned to my abandoned frat house in Saskatoon and cried myself to sleep. I was frightened of having to quit the game I loved. I had just made it to the big leagues. How could this happen?
Three days before I was scheduled to have my first surgery, I got a call from Donn Clark, coach of the Blades. He said there was a kid who would be playing for them in their last regular season game and wanted to know if he could stay with me for the night so he wouldn't have to travel three hours each way in one day. Naturally, I said sure. He also said he was one tough kid. My cock rose when I heard that. Fresh meat for me to fuck. When he pulled up to the house, I discovered this fresh meat was more than I could chew. He was a kid and he was even bigger than me.
I felt kind of stupid greeting him with a hard on. He didn't notice it when I first greeted him, but when we sat in the living room, there was just no hiding it. He looked down at my groin and laughed.
“This is my time to be initiated I take it” Steve said.
“Uh...well...” I had never been speechless like this before.
“It's okay, man” Steve laughed. “I have been told to expect it.” He unzipped my fly.
“Let's see what you got there.”
He pulled out my stiff cock, giving it a few tugs.
“Not bad” he said. “Nowhere neat as big as mine though.”
“Holy shit, you're kidding” I said. Any cock well above my size was a fantasy, right? I knew Chris was 14 inches, but that was the biggest I had ever seen. I unzipped his pants and what I pulled out was a foot-long snake, with quite a lot of foreskin.
“Fucking hell, that thing is long” I said. “How big does it get?”
“Why don't you put your lips around it and find out?” Steve said with an evil grin.
Of course, I couldn't resist and inhaled his long sausage. His cock grew rapidly in my warm mouth, to a stunning 18 inches. Yeah, a foot and a half cock, and it was so thick that just getting the mushroom head in my mouth was a struggle.
“Ah yeah, dude, suck my dick” Steve moaned.
I managed to swallow another inch of his monster cock. I think I ended up sucking him for like 15 minutes before the piss slit began leaking precum into my mouth. His grunts changed, his breathing became heavy.
“Ah man I'm gonna cum” Steve moaned.
I pulled back a bit, sucking only on the head. I immediately got three big shots of his sweet and salty cum. Then, nothing. His head grew bigger and bigger in my mouth. He firmly gripped my hair, throwing his head back and moaning louder. I kept sucking, knowing something big was coming. His piss slit opened wide and a wide stream of jizz came rushing out. My mouth was quickly flooded with his seed and it just kept coming. It was like he was pissing cum. I couldn't swallow fast enough and I had to let some of it roll out of my mouth and down his shaft. This went on for like a minute, he must had shot a gallon of jizz in that time.
“Holy shit, that was incredible” I said.
Steve laughed. “That felt like one of my weaker orgasms if you ask me.”
He looked down at my cock.
“So now I take it you're gonna fuck me.”
“Can't, dude” I told him. “I have a torn groin.”
Steve nodded. “Well, I don't see why I can't finish that off for you.”
He wrapped both hands around my cock, feeling it all over.
“That is a nice cock” he said.
“You ever sucked a cock?” I asked.
“Never had sex with anyone before. Only jerked off a few times.”
He went down on me and immediately I could not believe he was virgin. He was good, keeping his lips nice and tight as they went up and down my shaft.
“Oh fuck that's hot” I moaned. “Yeah, suck my big rod...fuck yeah.”
He used one hand to jerk the bottom half of my cock and the other to play with my balls. That took me to the edge in no time.
“Ah shit, I'm gonna cum” I growled.
Steve kept sucking and tugging my balls. This was quite hot, I was about to give this kid his first taste of fresh cum. I shot a nice big load into his mouth. He made a face as if he couldn't stand the taste and I had to laugh. He kept at it though and sucked me dry.
“Shit, man” he said as he pulled off.
“You like the taste of my seed?” I laughed.
“I don't think I would want to do that everyday, I'll tell you that much” Steve said.
“It takes some getting used to. You don't just swallow for anyone and some guys taste better than others.”
Steve helped me out a lot during those hard months. I worked hard in rehab. The last session of the week was always the roughest. I would come home and literally collapse on the bed. Steve sneaked away from his family on those days to visit me, make some great barbeque, and suck my dick of course. He also came to Saskatoon when I had my surgeries and drove me to and from the hospital. I owed him to the point where I wasn't sure I would be able to adequately pay him back. He helped save my career.
I had an uphill battle, but like my battles on the ice, I was determined to come out on top. Against all the odds, I recovered and was ready to go for the 1998-99 campaign. But before I left, there was one thing that I had to do. I needed to break Steve in properly with a good fucking.
I woke up early the morning I was to leave for Denver. Steve was sleeping with Darcy Hordichuk who just moved in a few days ago and was a rookie for the Blades. He was butt naked under the sheets. I gently pulled the sheets away and laid down next to him. I grabbed his ass, sliding a finger up and down his crack looking for that virgin hole. He shifted and moaned.
“What a way to wake up” Steve whispered.
I closed my mouth on his neck and sucked on the skin.
“Fuuuuck” he moaned.
“You know what I want, don't ya? Want your virgin ass.”
“Mmmm...go for it big guy.”
I found his butthole and pushed a finger inside.
“God that feels weird” Steve panted.
I twisted it around for a bit before pushing a second finger in. This being a virgin ass, that second finger was difficult to get in and Steve winced in pain. I held it in there for a bit to give him time to get used to it. I got the lube out, smearing some on his ass and my fingers. Three fingers went in his hole and I lubed him up. I lubed up my hard and ready cock as well. Yeah, I was being a lot more careful than normal. I didn't want to hurt him on his first fuck, in part because I was worried I might pay for it later, after losing a fight to this kid someday.
I had Steve lay flat on his stomach and lifted his ass up. By this time, Darcy was wide awake and stroking his 11 inch cock, knowing what was about to happen. We nodded at each other.
I pressed my hard cock over Steve's entrance and slowly pushed in. I got the head in before Steve screamed.
“Ah shit!” Steve cried out in pain.
I couldn't push any further.
“Push back like you're about to take a shit.”
That decreased the resistance and I was able to push in. I went slow but I was determined to get my cock inside him while I could.
“Fuck, you're big” Steve moaned.
“Almost there.”
Every inch was gone in his hot virgin hole, and man was he tight. I had to hold it in there just to hold off orgasm.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah” Steve said. “It just feels so weird.”
“So fucking tight.”
I slowly rocked my hips shifting my cock in Steve's ass ever so slightly. As his ass gradually loosened up, I upped the length of my thrusts, withdrawing a little more. Steve started to get into it, pushing his ass back against my thrusts, and moaning louder.
“Ah yeah...fuck me” Steve moaned.
“Want more, eh?”
Yeah, give it to me.”
I increased the pace, but only by a bit as I was still worried about hurting him too much. But soon he was begging for more.
“Fuck that feels great” Steve grunted. “Faster dude, come on...fuck me harder...aaaaaaaah yeah.”
I drove into him full force. He grunted like a wild animal, shoving his ass back in perfect rhythm with my thrusts. I pulled him up to me, wrapping my arms around him and sucking on his neck. Darcy decided to get in on the action, sucking Steve's huge cock.
“Fuck...oh Fuck I'm gonna cum...AH FUUUUUUUCK.”
Steve fed Darcy his load and I released in Steve's ass a split second later. Steve and I collapsed on the bed, he was still cumming long after I finished. Once Steve was drained, Darcy squatted over pumping himself us as we were recovering for one incredible fuck.
“Ah yeah here it comes” Darcy grunted. He put his cock in my mouth and I wasn't gonna refuse it. As soon as I put my lips on his cock, he fed me his warm morning load.