Page 64 of The Bro-code

She tasted so good, she was so soft, so fucking perfect.

I keep coming almost without stroking myself. My cock keeps pulsing over and over until white spots appear at the edge of my vision.

I exhale a shuddering breath, bracing myself against the shower wall with my free hand.

It takes me a couple of minutes under the warm water to finally calm down enough to leave the shower stall.

Jacking off has barely taken the edge off the tension that has been coiled in my body since last weekend, but this will have to do.

Hopefully this will be enough to bring my team the luck we need to start this season with a win.

Superstitions are just a fad, right?

I’m sure we’ll be fine against USC tonight.

And if that’s the case, no one needs to know that I bailed on my duties and alienated the bunnies’ favor.

It’s a fast paced, intense game and USC doesn’t defeat us.

They fucking destroy us.

COLE

We lose.

Not just the first game, the first two games are total disasters.

Something is wrong and we need to figure out what it is before this becomes serious and the playoffs are at risk.

I know it has just been two games, but as team captain it’s my responsibility to nip whatever’s wrong in the bud.

Especially Jagger.

I mean, it isn’t just him, the entire team has been off kilter in some strange way, but his performance has been shockingly bad. To the point that Coach just called me in his office to ask me if something happened to him at home or if there’s something going on in his personal life that could explain the dumpster fire of the past two games.

I just wish he just asked the question, but Coach Harrison has his iPad at the ready to view tape from our games against USC and the Seattle Needles.

USC

The puck drops and Ryker wins the first face off with relative ease.

For some strange reason Madden Halsey and Kelan Hook, who took Blaze and Luca’s starting spots, don’t skate forward to support him.

Madden practically trips on his own feet and Kelan seems distracted. Is he looking for someone in the audience?

Blaze Dunne was our enforcer and protected our offensive line from the opposing D-men as well as supporting our offensive action.

With him gone, it has been decided that Jagger will take over that task if needed, leaving me as the last hurdle to protect Tucker’s goal if we were to lose the puck while the rest of the team is away from our half of the ice.

But something is amiss, Jagger doesn’t skate forward to support our offensive line, which he should since practically every player but me and Tucker are headed toward USC’s crease.

“Dude,” I call out, getting his attention just in time to see one of USC D-men checking Ryker against the boards.

That fucking sucks but at least that means that Jagger doesn’t need to skate back to defend Tucker and support me at breakneck speed.

He has the potential and the stamina to do that but let’s face it, his task this year is draining.

As predicted, USC steals the puck from Ryker and is barreling toward us on a breakaway.

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