Page 82 of Body Checked & Pucked

Still seething.

Still thinking about Mila.

Knowing there’s no way I can get rid of this feeling.

I can’t stroke Mila out of my head or my cock.

I can jerk off until my dick turns purple and it won’t matter.

The period ends and the guys come into the locker room.

Coach Damon gives a speech on discipline.

At the very end, he points me out and tells me I’m lucky I’m allowed back in the game. The refs wanted to eject me.

I don’t know what Coach Damon wants me to do.

Praise him? Thank him?

I don’t give a shit what he does for me or not.

We go back out onto the ice and the third period starts off slow.

Way too slow for me.

I’m in a mood. A really bad one too.

I feel like playing some dirty hockey. Some really dirty hockey.

I start giving cheap hits. I mouth off. I’m getting in everyone’s way.

I just want to start shit.

It’s not a good thing. Not a good vibe at all.

But I don’t care.

Then comes my chance to really do something…

Mac and Gabriel are working toward the goal.

I trail.

I can tell Mac is going to take the shot. He’s not completely focused for many reasons.

Mac shoots the puck.

The goalie makes a save but he gives up a decent rebound.

Gabriel is there to try and take another shot.

The goalie grabs the puck.

The play is essentially dead.

Until I come skating in way too late and go right for the goalie.

Yes, it’s a dirty play.

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