Page 35 of Breakneck Hockey

I catch movement from my athlete-level periphery, but I’m too slow. Sutter’s arms trap me, and he wrenches the fork from my hand. I squirm and writhe but only break free after he’s stolen a hefty bite of my mac ‘n’ cheese. His cheeks puff. He’s smiling so hard it reaches his eyes.

That’s fucking better.

I don’t know why Sutter’s shit mood bothered me at all but guess it did.

And fuck. Watching him eat my KD does things to me. It’s the turn-on I didn’t know I needed. We may not have to wait for a whole movie before he introduces me to the world of assgasms, but I’m still making him watch at least half of the firstBack to the Futuremovie with me.

Goosebumps wave over my flesh. “I haven’t added the ketchup yet. Maybe another bite, with ketchup, yeah?” I breathe.

He gets real close to my ear. “This is turning you on.”

It’s not a question. “So, so much.”

“Guess we have to mark down food fetish for you,” he whispers as if it’s our little secret.

He forks another bite of my mac ‘n’ cheese and I’mlettinghim steal my food—chest bubbling, but it’s worth it. What’s he gonna do?

Ketchup. He adds the fucking ketchup, opening his mouth wide for a large bite. I catch the minute nose wrinkle. Huh, guesshe doesn’t like ketchup on his mac ‘n’ cheese, but he’s going through with this for the sake of turning me on.

Do I have to count that as sweet in a Sutter-ish kind of way?

Nah. He just wants to plow me.

It works. “What do you say we skip the movie and take this back to my room?” I suggest.

“I need to bleach my brain,” Dirk complains. “I accidentally witnessed that shitshow. I do not kink shame, but I also don’t need to see it. I vote take it to your room. All in favor, say aye.”

There’s a chorus of aye’s, even from Stacey who can’t know what’s going on. He’s mostly asleep.

Sutter and I laugh. “C’mon.” I grab the bowl of KD.

“Wait,” he says. He snags the bottle of ketchup off the counter. “I just got seven dirty ideas and they all involve ketchup.”

Okay, even I can admit it. The two of us are seriously fucked, but am I gonna avidly participate in every one of those dirty ideas no matter what they are? Yes. Yes, I fucking am.

Chapter 6

Namaste

Sutter

July is filled with some epic fuck fests with Alderchuck, but it’s become a problem. Things were supposed to peter out. Instead, it feels like it’s just getting started. I’ve had to take action. As July closes out and we move into August, I’ve tried beating off to my virtual Alderchuck photo album, I’ve tried porn. By this point, I’ve tried every conceivable method of giving up Alderchuck’s ass. Fucking other men only makes me want him more because the other men are such a disa-fucking-ppointment by comparison. I’m currently going cold turkey on sex and relying on my stolen pictures of him. Though, are they really stolen when he poses for them?

Today my “quit Alderchuck nicotine patch” is yoga, and lemme tell yah, there’s nowhere I stick out like a sore thumb more than the middle of a yoga studio, but I’m desperate. There’s a studio within walking distance from my condo. This better bring me some fucking zen.

I’m early, so I set up my mat and head into the changeroom to put my phone away and take a piss. The lock screen explodes with messages as I’m about to lock it in my cubby.

Charles

Checking in. All good over here. Lane stopped by. That guy’s a bigger dick than you.

Lane

Checked on the kidlets. The little one bit me, and I’m gonna throw the older one off a cliff.

Lovely.

To Charles I tell him

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