Page 39 of Breakneck Hockey

“If I let you touch your dick, you’ve got to be quiet.” There’s no chance that whoever’s left out there doesn’t know what we’re doing in here, but just as I’d leave a man to his pleasure, looks like we’re getting the same courtesy.

“I can be quiet,” he whispers. Doubt that, but I’m too far into this. I need him, need his mouth on me. I wanna feel his moans on my dick.

My whole uncut cock fits in Alderchuck’s mouth. He sucks, compressing it, vacuuming the head into a tunnel of hot wetness. I don’t know what it is about him, but staying away from him only makes me more fucking needy for him. I fuck his mouth harder just for that. Of course, he doesn’t even choke, just takes it in stride.

Because my dick’s on a hairpin trigger, I cum quickly. He swallows my load like it’s nothing.

“Sutter, let me cum already,” he hisses.

I yank him up by his collar and pin him to the back of the changeroom in a kiss, tasting myself in his mouth as I grab his dick, stroking the bit of precum over the head.

“What if you wait till I’m inside you later?” He whines. “I want you desperate, thinking about me, my dick pounding you. I’ll make it so good.”

“Sutter, I’m supposed to meet up with Jack. We’re taking the baby for a walk on the seawall,” he says between kisses.

I don’t want to stop kissing him. It’s the barely-there watermelon flavor for me.

“C’mon. Be a good boy for me, brat cat. I’ll spank you, tease you, then fuck you later. Way better than a little spit and my hand.”

He’s humping my hand. Having him on the precipice of need like this is how I like him best. Waiting for my dick, not someone else’s.

“Only if you admit you’re tryna stake a claim because of yoga dude.”

I squeeze his dick. “Not a secret. You’re fucking mine.” I smack his ass, making the decision for him. “Which means you’re gonna behave you’re yourself till I fuck you later.”

He groans into my neck, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”

I tuck his dick back into his tight yoga pants, and that reminds me. “I think it’s a fitting punishment for teasing me like that through class.”

He snickers. “You were growling then, too. Rach and I were making fun of you with our eyes.”

Reality hits us, and we remember where we are.

“Think anyone’s out there, Sutter?”

I shrug, looking through the crack. “Coast is clear.”

“Fuck, we’re gonna get caught one of these days if we’re not careful.”

That implies there’ll be more of “these days” and yeah, there will be. I officially give up on staying away from him. I have a better idea—mine whenever I want him. The rest of the time, I won’t think about what he’s up to.

I smack his ass since no one’s around. “My place tonight.”

“You’re making me wait till tonight? It won’t take us that long to walk around the seawall. I could be there in a couple of hours.”

“Alright. Go for your walk and then get your ass to my place.”

He grabs his mat, muttering a string of curses as he leaves the empty locker room and I catch a glint off the countertop.

My skin breaks out with goosebumps. No. No way. This is getting weirder. It’s an older penny, but it hasn’t lost its luster. Canadian.

“Look, pal. Someone’s thinking about us.”

Dad flicks the penny off his thumb. It flips as it climbs into the air, spins, and lands in his palm. He slaps it onto the back of his hand and then reveals the Queen. Heads.

“Knew it. It’s Mom.”

Mom was always heads. Tails was someone else. A worldly mystery.

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