Page 96 of Breakneck Hockey

I’ve seen Casey naked a lot of times now, but there seems to be something new today. Maybe it’s doing the video sex, I dunno, but there’s an extra shine to him. I wish I could take him with my cock. That gives me an idea.

“Get your dildo out. I want a good visual of me fucking you.” He knows the one I’m talking about. I bought him a dildo over the summer after I began getting an idea of what he was into. I told him it was for when he was bad and didn’t deserve my cock. Fuck those were some hot times. I still fucked him anyway, after he begged enough.

“Thinking about all the times you made me beg for your dick with this thing, Sutter?” He’s back, and my hand may have been working my dick over a little harder.

“What makes you think you’re not gonna beg for it now? Mount the chair. Get yourself ready for me.”

“Such a bastard,” he bitches.

But he kneels on the sofa chair, his round cheeks facing me, arching his back and sticking his ass out like he’s an experienced porn star. He slathers himself with lube. I’d love to be the one to pry those cheeks open. Slide my finger inside. I have to settle for him doing it.

“Pretend the fake cock’s me. Show me how you’d fuck my dick.”

He lines himself up with the silicone head, peering over his shoulder with enough smugness for both of us. He must know. He knows, doesn’t he? He has me wrapped around his finger right now.

Inching himself down the long shaft, that’s what he does. It’s not quite the size of my dick—don’t want him having free access to something like that unless it’s actually my dick. He pulls off of it, letting it slide out, and then sinks down the fat silicone. His ass sinks back at the same time and then he extends from his hips, standing on his knees.

It’s an erotic show, watching him fuck that dildo. Jesus. It mostly distracts me from the bruises on his ass. Fucking Hayes. The pounding I’m gonna give him next time we’re on the ice together.

For now, it’s Alderchuck’s cheeks prying open, splitting for hard silicone, and long moans. His shoulder-length hockey hair drapes over his shoulder, and I know it’s light brown, but it looks golden with the warm sunlight glinting off it.

“Oh God, oh fuck. Sutter, please. Lemme play with my cock.”

“You can play with it, so long as you don’t stop fucking that dildo.”

Watching him fuck that dildo is still one of the hottest things I’ll ever see. My hand moves faster over my cock, my hips buck forward, and I squeeze my inner thighs, choking off the orgasm threatening to shoot out of my cock. I don’t wanna cum yet. I want to watch this forever.

Little squelching sounds. Breathy moans. My heart pounding in my ears. That dildo splitting him in half. No. Not quite. Only I do that.

“I’m gonna own that ass of yours next time I see you, kitten. You wanna cum?”

“Yes. Yes, alright? Please say I can.”

“You’re so good for me.” I see the “fuck you” in his body language, but he knows better. He wants to hear me say yes. Wants the permission. He’s got to refrain from being a brat for five seconds to get it. “Go ahead, baby.”

I dunno where that “baby” comes from, but it’s out there now. Hopefully, like with all my nightmares and other weird shit, he’ll leave it alone.

“Fuck, Sutter.” Faster breathing, louder skin slapping skin. He slams himself on the dildo over and over, letting go some of the dirtiest strings of profanities I’ve ever heard out of his mouth.

My orgasm hits me in a sudden wave. I fall over that precipice with him, cum spilling over my hand, leaking into the creases of my thighs. I can’t wipe it all over him, so I paint my abs with it.

He flops over, breathing hard. “You made me work for that one, Sutter. Fucking a dildo ain’t easy. Plus, I think I broke my dick.”

“I’ll be sure to kiss it better for you when I see you.”

“You’d better also have a bag of watermelon Jolly Ranchers in your travel suitcase.”

Right, those. I think I need another one already. Video sex was phenomenal, but I couldn’t taste him or touch him—at least I can taste him. Things are awkward like they always are when we’re done playing with each other’s dicks. Least I can just press end, but I don’t want to.

“You’re not really gonna hurt Hayes, are you?” he asks.

“I told you that was none of your business.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I am a dick.” He can complain all he wants. Some things will never be negotiable with me.

Casey sets the dildo aside, studying me in a way that has nothing to do with me pounding on Hayes. His protests on that are nominal at best. He’ll probably watch the replays.

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