Page 4 of Breakneck Hockey

He pulls his sunglasses off. I’d recognize that nose in the dark. I’m the one who’s broken it at least four times. Can’t wait to break it again.

“Sutter.”

“Alderchuck.”

I think he’s more stunned than I am, and I’m pretty fucking stunned. We’re talking plot twist of The Sixth Sense level stunned. If you know you know.

Where do I begin with this one? I’m going to need therapy just to get over the twenty minutes of filthy text sex I had with Sutter. I grabbed my dick in the back of an Uber for him. I begged him to rail me with his monster dick.

Oh, God. I know what Sutter’s dick looks like and he knows mine.

This is the real reason you don’t post dick pics. It’s all fun and games when you think it’s just going to be some stranger viewing your penis. I hope to fuck he hasn’t taken a screenshot. I have visions of it being on the jumbotron at our next game.

At least a bunch of shit is going through his mind too. I don’t know what but, hey, maybe he’s thinking the same.

“Tell anyone about this, Sutter, and your dick’s going on the jumbotron.”

“You sick fuck. You have a screenshot of my dick already?”

Yeah, that sounds bad. “As if you don’t have a hundred of mine.”

“Why would I want a picture of that pencil dick? It’s not hard for me to get real dick, and if it were, I’d keep something far more remarkable on my phone.”

Now it looks like I can’t get dick and love his so much I memorialized it. Fine. But at least now I know that he probably didn’t screenshot my dick. Unless it’s all an elaborate ruse. Could be. Fuck. I’m fucked.

“Me telling you to go fuck yourself has never been truer than it will be tonight. Go fuck yourself, Sutter.”

Pushing out from the table. I storm off. What a wasted night. Guess I should have listened to the guys.

As I’m exiting, deciding between trying for another hookup or going back to the hotel, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Top Dog

Where the fuck are you going, brat? Did I say you could leave?

Oh, hell no. We’re not doing that anymore.

Me

Cut the shit, Sutter. I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last fuck on Earth.

No, wait. I got something better.

If it were between being fucked with a tube covered in hot sauce or your unnaturally large dick, I’d choose hot sauce tube.

Top Dog

So, you think I have a huge dick, eh? And you have a picture of it.

I don’t have a picture of it, but maybe I should get one, you know, for insurance purposes. I quickly go into the app and snap a shot to send to him and “prove” I have it. His warning not to try anything funny.

Aaaaaaand,send, motherfucker.

Me

Yep. Tell a soul about this and it’s getting uploaded straight to the jumbotron.

Top Dog

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