Page 20 of Breakneck Hockey

“Fuck,nngh. Yeah. I think I do.”

I savor all his little reactions. Every gasp, every appreciativemmhm. We were so “heat of the moment” the other times we fucked, I barely got to experience him at all. I didn’t even want to. Just wanted to pound him with my dick instead of my fists. This time I want to see if I can figure out what draws me to him. At the very least, take my time and savor him so that I can recreate more of whatever he’s giving me in other ways. Hopefully with other men.

I don’t want to be addicted to Alderchuck for the rest of my life. That would be a new nightmare come to life. Already had enough nightmares in my life, thanks.

Fuck, though. His ass cheeks, so round and perfect. Those sculpted hockey thighs of his—he could crack a boulder between them.

Instead of sinking my finger into him, I twist it, working the knuckle inside until the base is flush with him. I can’t wait until my cock is in there, which reminds me. I need to lose my pants. But Alderchuck’s bottom lip is distracting me. He sucks it into his mouth, releasing it with a little tremor. With more lube I add a finger, reaching deep inside of him, only gently hitting his prostate.

That’s for my dick to hammer.

My goal right now is aggravating the fuck out of him via arousal. Just like we do on the ice, but through his ass instead. His feet tug in the bonds, straining the bowline knots like a boat when it tries to pull away from shore. It allows for a fun amount of play with all the benefits of being restrained. One little tug on the right line and I can free him in a second.

I take my hands away. He whines. “Oh, c’mon, man. I was enjoying that.”

A deep rumble rises from my chest. I don’t know why I find that so funny.

Ignoring his protests, I tear the rest of my clothes off and stroke my aching cock. My dick’s begging me to let it feast.Soon.

I get on top of him and let our dicks slide together. His hips thrust, searching for me, aching for more in the same way I am. I kiss along his neck and then suck hard, marking him with a daisy chain of hickeys.

“Please, Sutter. Is begging what you want? I’ll beg, dude. I thought I could live without this but, turns out, I need your dick.”

Bingo. That’s what I wanted to hear, and I didn’t know it. Alderchuck craves this as much as I do. And it’s something. Because craving him feels so fucking wrong. Like a dirty thing. Knowing that Alderchuck’s suffering too makes it all worth it.

I grab a condom and wrap my dick.

“Do you hate that it’s my dick you’re craving?” I ask, positioning the latex-covered head at his entrance. He tries to fuck himself on it, but I don’t let him.

“You have no idea. If I could bleach the thought of it from my mind, I would, but I’m screwed on that front literally and figuratively. Now hurry up and fuck me.”

“Don’t rush me.”

“Why? You need to teach me more about boat knots, Top Dog?” he says in a sultry voice that’s definitely also making fun of me.

But fuck do I like him in boat knots.

“Mhm.” Why’s that hot? It gets me, and I shove my dick inside with a long moan.Ahhh.Yeah. That’s the stuff. My heart’s thudding against my ribcage, and I don’t know why I’m so fucking dizzy with pleasure. Just sinking my dick into him is like a headrush of nicotine from a vape pen. I’m not alone. He’s gone too. Head tossed back, hips thrusting.

“Please. I need it hard. So hard, Sutter. Pretend you’re beating the shit out of me on the ice but, like, with your dick.”

“Don’t you worry, kitten. You’re gonna feel me for days.” I haven’t moved yet. I’m sheathed inside of him.

I start slow, building momentum, teasing his pleasure spot a little more. His cock strains and leaks.

“You like my dick inside you? What would your friends think if they knew you craved me?”

He moans and whines at the same time.

“Maybe they’d hate it. I should stop,” my husky voice breathes into his ear. “Bet it would be embarrassing for you if they found out?”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Fuck my friends. I’d sell my soul for your dick right now, Sutter. If they can’t understand that, they’re not my friends and they never were.”

My lips smile against his cheek. “Okay, then.”

I pick up the pace. With him open like this, I can get deep. So fucking deep. I pound into him, just like he wanted, just like I want to, claiming his ass. I’m going to ruin him for all other dick, so he stays as desperate for me as I am for him.

His noises are unintelligible. His cock strains again. Fucker thinks he’s cumming whenever the fuck he wants, doesn’t he?

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