FIC: Let Me Loose
Title: Let Me Loose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tyler Myers/Milan Lucic
Disclaimer: Never happened. Not true, unfortunately.
For pass_shoot_porn prompt "I want to see the world alone again."
Summary: Tyler remembers his days in the WHL.
Europe. It should be a perfect opportunity to get away from all the stresses of being an NHL star. Instead, the media circus follows you over there and throughout your trip. It seems like every event is an official media event. They follow you around with their cheesy questions and watch your every move. You sneak away from one of these events and find a secluded park with a creek. You sit down at the edge of the creek and can't help but think about how it used to be.
You want things to be like they were in junior. Sex didn't come nearly often enough for you in the professional league. Having the media circus around made it impossible to hook up for a quick fuck after a game. Junior hockey was different though. You didn't have a parade of reporters breathing down your neck the minute you left the ice. What few reporters followed you kept their distance. Your chances of getting caught were slim, and even if you were caught, your secret was safe with them. These weren't tabloid reporters.
Thinking about all the encounters you had in junior sends the blood rushing down to your cock. Before you know it, your cock is rock hard and about to rip a hole in your pants. You look around to make sure nobody is around before you unzip your pants and set your shaft free. The risk is great, but you are at the point where you have been sex deprived for so long that you don't give a shit.
As you caress the mushroom head, you think about all the encounters you had in junior hockey. You looked forward to every road trip. The travel was rough, but you were free. You never fucked the same guy twice. It was someone new every night, and almost always someone from the other team. That would be a cardinal sin in the NHL, hooking up with your bitter rival. Your teammates would ban you from the room if they found out.
During the game when you were in between shifts, you would check out the guys on the opposing bench, wondering what they were hiding under all that equipment. Milan Lucic is one of them that catches you eye. It was an away game in Vancouver when Looch lays a beating on one of your teammates at center ice. His jersey and pads come off during the fight and you drool at what you see.
After the game, you find a note in your bag. “Meet me on the ice” is all it says. You have already taken everything off, but you throw you skates back on and head out for the ice. The arena is mostly dark, the only light coming from the corridors. Just as you are about to hit the ice, you are pushed back against the glass.
“About time you got out here, big guy.”
It was Looch, wearing noting aside from his skates. His hands find their way to your cock and slowly stoke you. You can only assume he knew what you wanted. Gossip around the junior leagues gets around fast.
“Let's go to the box” he says.
We skate across the ice and enter the penalty box, the perfect place to make out with a bad boy. After we remove our skates, he has you lay down on the bench. He straddles you and attacks you lips. You open up for him and his tongue twists around in your mouth. He then lifts your arms and goes after your armpits. The last thing you would expect anyone to suck. You haven't showered, and neither has he. You didn't want to think how bad they tasted, yet he seems to enjoy it, and you love having you armpits cleaned. He sucks both of them clean, then kisses you again. You immediately pick up the rancid taste of your armpits in his mouth. You want to push him away, but there is something mysteriously hot about the dirty sweaty taste. Your cock is as hard as it can be.
He kisses his way down until he reaches your cock. He teases you, circling the entire length with his tongue several times. You beg him to stop, but he grins at you and makes more circles around your cock, swiping only the tip of your shaft. Frustration sets in and you grab him by the hair and force his face down on your cock. He finally gives in and goes down on you. His lips are soft and tight as they slide up and down your sausage. You close your eyes, lost in pleasure. He takes your entire length in his mouth each time. You can feel the head hitting the back of his throat. It is not long before you can't take it anymore, and with a loud howl, you release in his mouth. He sucks you dry, eager to swallow every last drop of you cum.
While you are still recovering from an intense orgasm, he lifts up your legs and spreads your ass cheeks apart. He grins at you as he slides his fingers up and down the crack, looking for your entrance. He pushed a finger inside and twists it around. Another finger goes in and he twists both around to loosen you up. It is then that you realize that he was still hard and he was going to fuck you. You are nervous. Despite having dozens of sexual encounters, you have never been fucked. You had always been the top. Tough guys like Looch didn't get fucked though.
After hastily wetting his cock, he takes position over you hole and slowly pushes in. You cry in pain. His shaft is thick and it feels like you are being split in two.
“Just relax, big boy” he says. “Let it in.”
You try to ignore the pain as he pushes deeper inside you. When he gets every inch up you hole, the pain vanishes and it just feels a bit weird.
“Ah yeah, so tight” he moans as he rocks his hips.
His cock grinds in and out of your ass and with the pain gone, you can't get enough of it. Your moans and his grunts echo throughout the arena. You beg him for more. He drills you harder and faster. Your cock his hard again. You wrap your arms around him, pushing back against his thrusts. We are both sweating harder than you would after a hard shift, and grunting like wild animals, loud enough to be heard from anywhere in the building. And you aren't concerned about being caught at all. You're in junior hockey, you are free to do whatever, wherever, and nobody will care.
His cock hits something inside you that gives you an incredible rush of pleasure. He keeps drilling you in that spot and suddenly, you're cumming, spraying your jizz all over yourself and Looch. After a few more hard thrusts, he takes his cock out and slams back in hard. He lays on top of you and you can feel his cock expand and contract as he dumps his load inside you.
Your flashback is interrupted and you are back in reality as you cum in your hand and in the dirt.
“Yeah” you say to yourself. “That's what I want life to be like. I want to be free again.”
You pull up your pants again feeling a sense of relief from having let it all out. You just wish it was in someone's ass instead of your left hand.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tyler Myers/Milan Lucic
Disclaimer: Never happened. Not true, unfortunately.
For pass_shoot_porn prompt "I want to see the world alone again."
Summary: Tyler remembers his days in the WHL.
Europe. It should be a perfect opportunity to get away from all the stresses of being an NHL star. Instead, the media circus follows you over there and throughout your trip. It seems like every event is an official media event. They follow you around with their cheesy questions and watch your every move. You sneak away from one of these events and find a secluded park with a creek. You sit down at the edge of the creek and can't help but think about how it used to be.
You want things to be like they were in junior. Sex didn't come nearly often enough for you in the professional league. Having the media circus around made it impossible to hook up for a quick fuck after a game. Junior hockey was different though. You didn't have a parade of reporters breathing down your neck the minute you left the ice. What few reporters followed you kept their distance. Your chances of getting caught were slim, and even if you were caught, your secret was safe with them. These weren't tabloid reporters.
Thinking about all the encounters you had in junior sends the blood rushing down to your cock. Before you know it, your cock is rock hard and about to rip a hole in your pants. You look around to make sure nobody is around before you unzip your pants and set your shaft free. The risk is great, but you are at the point where you have been sex deprived for so long that you don't give a shit.
As you caress the mushroom head, you think about all the encounters you had in junior hockey. You looked forward to every road trip. The travel was rough, but you were free. You never fucked the same guy twice. It was someone new every night, and almost always someone from the other team. That would be a cardinal sin in the NHL, hooking up with your bitter rival. Your teammates would ban you from the room if they found out.
During the game when you were in between shifts, you would check out the guys on the opposing bench, wondering what they were hiding under all that equipment. Milan Lucic is one of them that catches you eye. It was an away game in Vancouver when Looch lays a beating on one of your teammates at center ice. His jersey and pads come off during the fight and you drool at what you see.
After the game, you find a note in your bag. “Meet me on the ice” is all it says. You have already taken everything off, but you throw you skates back on and head out for the ice. The arena is mostly dark, the only light coming from the corridors. Just as you are about to hit the ice, you are pushed back against the glass.
“About time you got out here, big guy.”
It was Looch, wearing noting aside from his skates. His hands find their way to your cock and slowly stoke you. You can only assume he knew what you wanted. Gossip around the junior leagues gets around fast.
“Let's go to the box” he says.
We skate across the ice and enter the penalty box, the perfect place to make out with a bad boy. After we remove our skates, he has you lay down on the bench. He straddles you and attacks you lips. You open up for him and his tongue twists around in your mouth. He then lifts your arms and goes after your armpits. The last thing you would expect anyone to suck. You haven't showered, and neither has he. You didn't want to think how bad they tasted, yet he seems to enjoy it, and you love having you armpits cleaned. He sucks both of them clean, then kisses you again. You immediately pick up the rancid taste of your armpits in his mouth. You want to push him away, but there is something mysteriously hot about the dirty sweaty taste. Your cock is as hard as it can be.
He kisses his way down until he reaches your cock. He teases you, circling the entire length with his tongue several times. You beg him to stop, but he grins at you and makes more circles around your cock, swiping only the tip of your shaft. Frustration sets in and you grab him by the hair and force his face down on your cock. He finally gives in and goes down on you. His lips are soft and tight as they slide up and down your sausage. You close your eyes, lost in pleasure. He takes your entire length in his mouth each time. You can feel the head hitting the back of his throat. It is not long before you can't take it anymore, and with a loud howl, you release in his mouth. He sucks you dry, eager to swallow every last drop of you cum.
While you are still recovering from an intense orgasm, he lifts up your legs and spreads your ass cheeks apart. He grins at you as he slides his fingers up and down the crack, looking for your entrance. He pushed a finger inside and twists it around. Another finger goes in and he twists both around to loosen you up. It is then that you realize that he was still hard and he was going to fuck you. You are nervous. Despite having dozens of sexual encounters, you have never been fucked. You had always been the top. Tough guys like Looch didn't get fucked though.
After hastily wetting his cock, he takes position over you hole and slowly pushes in. You cry in pain. His shaft is thick and it feels like you are being split in two.
“Just relax, big boy” he says. “Let it in.”
You try to ignore the pain as he pushes deeper inside you. When he gets every inch up you hole, the pain vanishes and it just feels a bit weird.
“Ah yeah, so tight” he moans as he rocks his hips.
His cock grinds in and out of your ass and with the pain gone, you can't get enough of it. Your moans and his grunts echo throughout the arena. You beg him for more. He drills you harder and faster. Your cock his hard again. You wrap your arms around him, pushing back against his thrusts. We are both sweating harder than you would after a hard shift, and grunting like wild animals, loud enough to be heard from anywhere in the building. And you aren't concerned about being caught at all. You're in junior hockey, you are free to do whatever, wherever, and nobody will care.
His cock hits something inside you that gives you an incredible rush of pleasure. He keeps drilling you in that spot and suddenly, you're cumming, spraying your jizz all over yourself and Looch. After a few more hard thrusts, he takes his cock out and slams back in hard. He lays on top of you and you can feel his cock expand and contract as he dumps his load inside you.
Your flashback is interrupted and you are back in reality as you cum in your hand and in the dirt.
“Yeah” you say to yourself. “That's what I want life to be like. I want to be free again.”
You pull up your pants again feeling a sense of relief from having let it all out. You just wish it was in someone's ass instead of your left hand.