The Ablino Rhino 95-96
September rolls around, training camps open and I was not invited to any of them. I was so pumped after my first playoff experience, I at least wanted to show the Avalanche how much I had improved. But hey, I couldn't get myself down on that. I wanted to make the most of what would be my final year in junior. Unfortunately, sex would not be as easy to come by at home. Rhett moved on to the NHL, lucky duck. Chris was signed and sent to Syracuse. Ian went to the AHL, not that I was mourning his loss. Shane went to the east coast league. That left just me and Clarke in a five bedroom frat house. Blowjobs were as far as Clarke went with me, which meant I had no ass on the team to fuck.
A few games into the season, my prayers were answered. We acquired Jeremy Schaefer from Medicine Hat in exchange for some draft picks. Another enforcer, so we hit it off right away. Cory Sarich moved in and slept with Clarke. Everyone in the house seemed happy. That was good, because on the ice, it was another story.
We sucked, winning just 29 games. At least I continued my reign as the heavyweight champion of the WHL. Many of the guys I had fought last year had moved on to the AHL. Reed Low played for Moose Jaw and he was a western rookie even though he was 19. He was definitely an up and coming star in the enforcer world. He was the kind of guy that wouldn't get into a slug fest with anyone but would wind up and go for the big one. He would take his time to make every punch count, kind of like a boxer. He was struggling to stay with Moose Jaw and had to fight literally for his spot on the team. Naturally, I helped him out and fought him. Not knowing the scouting report I just gave you, I went for the good old fashioned slug fest, and discovered just how big those punches were. I landed more for the win, but the few punches Reed connected on hurt like hell. It is a miracle I was still on my feet at the end.
We just made it in the playoffs, and then were promptly swept by the Wheat Kings. I was called up to Cornwall again. They obviously wanted me playing as much as possible. Once again, I was flown to Hershey for a game against the Bears. I arrived the day before the team arrived in Hershey and was put up in the team hotel. I knew my daily hard on would kick in, but I couldn't bring myself to masturbate. Shit, I hadn't masturbated since I was 14. I was so used to having guys I could rely on for a good blow job and fuck. I knew the Bears were in town that night for a game against Carolina, so I went down to the rink, not to skate, but to look for sex.
My cock was rock hard and making a visible tent through my pants as I waited outside the Bears dressing room. The first guy to walk out was Phil Crowe, and he noticed me before I noticed him.
“Hey, man. How are ya?”
“All right” I said. He put his equipment down and we embraced.
“Got called up I see.”
“Yeah, it was a rough season in Saskatoon. Then we got swept out the first round.”
“Oh, man. Hey, you know Cornwall has totally changed. Serge, Corey, Jason, Garth are all gone. They got Martin Laitre and Claude Jutras, but they suck at fighting. Plus, the word around the league is they are rigidly straight. They even got girlfriends. Talk about misguided. Don't expect any blow jobs from them, but at least you should see some pretty good ice time. They are softer than tissue paper.”
I was gonna be in real trouble if that was true. It would be hard work finding some ass.
“Well that is kind of the reason I came down here. I'm here all alone in a hotel today. And as I'm sure you know, a tough guy's cock never takes a day off.”
He looked down at the big tent in my pants and grinned. He grabbed my hard on and slowly rubbed it through my pants.
“So what do you say? You up for helping a fellow fighter out?”
“Did you even have to ask?” he shot back with a wink. “Ride back with me and Jeff to our place and we will see what we can do.”
I rode in the back with Jeff and as soon as he closed the door, he is unzipping my pants. He licked his lips as he set my sausage free.
“Mmmm, that's a good looking hunk of meat” Jeff said. He wrapped a hand around the mushroom head, gently stroking. His mouth went straight for my balls, swallowing and sucking them one at a time.
“Ahhh shit that feels good. Suck my nuts dude... oh fuck.”
He dug his thumb into the piss slit, drawing out copious amounts of precum. There was so much of it that it dripped down from Jeff's hand onto my shirt. Phil was driving and I knew my moans were getting to him. It was easy to see the massive tent in his pants. I thought he might pull over and join us in the back. I couldn't imagine driving with loud sex going on right behind me.
Jeff turned his attention to my precum soaked head. He licked every drop of the salty fluid off of my cock and his hand. He started jerking me again, but I was ready for more than a hand job. I grabbed him by the hair and pushed him down on my dick.
“Blow me, bitch” I grunted.
Jeff opened his mouth and slowly went down on me. Lips wrapped around my shaft, he sucked just the head at first before taking a few more inches inside his warm mouth.
“Ah yeah, such a good cocksucker” I moaned.
Phil pulled into the garage and we all dashed into the house and went straight for the bedroom, shedding out clothes along the way. As soon as I jumped on the bed, my cock was attacked by Phil's hungry mouth. Just like the last time be blew me, he took me in deep with the head firmly lodged in his tight throat. Jeff got back to sucking my balls at the same time. I clenched the bed sheets, moaning up a storm. There was nothing like having two mouths on my cock, especially when one of those guys was deep-throating me. Phil shifted himself on the bed so his crotch was over my face and his 9 inch rod was dangling right above my mouth. Unable to resist, I swallowed his cock. Phil withdrew my cock from his throat and just sucked on the mushroom head. He moaned as I sucked his cock, sending vibrations though my cock. Nervous he would make me cum quickly, I tried to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible. My moaning was emitting vibrations from my lips to his cock. I pushed a finger in his hot hole and located his prostate, grinding my finger against it. I sucked him at a rapid pace. He soon let out a loud moan and his cock pulsed in my mouth, feeding me his load.
“Ah fuck, Wade...suck me dry” Phil moaned.
Phil collapsed on the bed once his orgasm subsided. While he was still recovering, I lifted his legs up and pushed my foot long dick in his chute.
“Oh shit” he cried. “Ah man, you're too big.”
“Yeah, let my hard cock in” I grunted.
His cries became louder as I gradually filled his ass with more of my cock. Jeff stuffed his cock in Phil's mouth, muffling his cries a bit.
With all twelve inches up Phil's tight ass, I drilled him. I rocked my hips with lightning speed, thrusting my cock in and out of his hole. It was an full fledged assault on his ass. The bed was rocking so hard I swear I must have moved it away from the wall. Jeff pulled his cock out of Phil's mouth and pumped it.
“Fuuuck” he grunted as he sprayed his creamy seed all over my face.
The scent of his jizz was all that was needed to send me over the edge. My cock erupted inside Phil's chute, filling him with my hot cock juice.
As it turns out, Phil was right. Not only could I not get any action from my teammates, I had to sleep through them fucking each other. I roomed with JF Labbie on the road. He was our goalie, and although he couldn't get enough sex, he wasn't even thinking about helping me out. He let guys from the opposing team into out hotel room and fucked with them, all while I was trying to take an afternoon nap. That was not fun. I had to fight to get any sleep with a hard on.
The good news was my stay was brief. We made the playoffs, but after playing only two games in the series against the Amerks, I was told I would not be needed. So I went back to Saskatoon for the summer.