Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 14:36:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: JP Shoney <rangersgoalie30@yahoo.com>
Subject: Playing with the Colts (Part 6 of Playing in the OHL)

	You know the routine.work of fiction.players and teams are real,
but do not imply the sexuality of any of the players mentioned. I
appreciate any comments about the story, so e-mail me at
rangersgoalie30@yahoo.com. Sorry for the delay in this story.all I can say
is it was one hell of a case of writer's cramp, and a nice vacation!

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Part Six: Playing with the Colts

After a long week of practices (probably the team's punishment for the poor
play on the road trip last weekend), the team was definitely looking
forward to the game on Friday. I think it was more that they were sick of
wind sprints and passing drills. It would also be our first time of the
year to face last year's OHL champion Barrie Colts.

While this may not seem like an important game this early in the season,
games between the 67s and the Colts have always been tough. History has
proven over the five years the Colts have been in the OHL that our games
are always tough matches with very chippy play. In fact, it is very common
to have several fights each game. Very entertaining for the fans, but not
something the teams want to see. Of course, since the Colts lost the
Memorial Cup final last year, they have lost a lot of their troublemakers,
but they still have a very tough team.

Anyway, Friday afternoon finally arrived, and I went over to Rodney
Bauman's place to pick him up to go to the game. Since we only had class in
the morning, Bauman took the opportunity to take an afternoon nap. I'd
swear he could go into winter hibernation 12 months of the year if he
could. He was still asleep in bed when I got there to pick him up, so his
billet told me to wake him up. Of course, I happily jumped at the chance;
as if there was any chance I would turn down that offer.

I let myself into his room (why did he NEVER lock his bedroom door?) and
looked at that adorable hockey player lying under the blanket. Hey, I
thought to myself, why don't I have some fun waking him up.

Never one to pass up a good prank, I went to his dresser and got the can of
shaving cream. Just the way he was sleeping on the bed was perfect, his
right arm was beside his face, for the old shaving cream in the hand
trick. I knew that he kept an eagle feather in his nightstand, a gift from
a native player from his old Junior B team. Anyway, I carefully sprayed the
shaving cream into his hand, and went around to the other side of the bed
to tickle his face. Since the natural reaction is to try to swat away
whatever is causing the annoyance, Rodney smacked his face with the shaving
cream-filled hand.

"Mmph. Shoney, what the fuck is this?" Bauman said, as he jumped out of bed
and started wiping the cream away from his face. "You need to fucking grow
up!"

I could only stare at Bauman. I hadn't realized that he slept in the nude,
so the sight of him naked sort of took my attention away from the fact that
his face was still covered in shaving cream.

"Gotcha!" I said, laughing loudly. "You should know better than to sleep
late on a game day. I think you needed this, anyway."

"Great. Now there's shaving cream all over the bed and me. I should make
you lie in the mess you've created."

"Is that a threat or an offer, Rod? From the looks of your cock, I think
it's an offer!"

Bauman's face turned that wonderful shade of red that I love so much. Maybe
that's why I'm constantly trying to embarrass him. Of course, that
magnificent body standing naked in front of me with a hard-on didn't hurt
one bit.

"Fuck! Now I've got to take care of this before we can leave for the game
tonight," Bauman said, pointing at his erect cock.

"Well, you could let me take care of that right now," I said as I sat on
the edge of Bauman's bed.

Bauman walked over to the bed, cock leading the way. I leaned forward and
took his 9 incher into my waiting mouth.

"Yeah, Shoney. That's what I needed. I want to shoot my cum into that hot
mouth. Fuck, that feels so great."

Bauman continued to moan encouragement as I sucked his cock. As I looked
up, the look of pleasure and ecstasy on Rodney's face was all I needed to
tell me that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Oh, fuck! I'm fucking cumming. Take my load, Shoney!" Bauman screamed as
his cock shot a huge load of cum into my mouth. "Yeah, man. That's what I
needed. Damn, you're a good cocksucker, Shoney."

"I think I've had a little practice with you, Rod. Now, I'd hurry up and
get ready for the game tonight if I were you, we're supposed to be at the
Civic Center in 15 minutes!"

"Oh, shit! I didn't realize that I slept that late. Let me take a quick
shower to clean up, and I should be ready in 10. I'll meet you downstairs."

I went downstairs to wait in the living room for Bauman to get ready. Sure
enough, he was dressed and ready to go within 10 minutes. We were still
going to be late arriving for the game, and I know the coach (who everyone
knows only as Killer) wasn't going to be happy about it. Since my thumb
wasn't healing as well as it was supposed to, I was still going to be out
for another two weeks at a minimum. Therefore, benching me wasn't going to
be an option. For Rodney, it was another story. On the entire trip to the
arena, all he could do was complain that he was probably going to be
benched tonight.

"Cheer up, Rod. If you do get benched, you'll be able to spend the game
with me."

"That's great, Shoney, but I'd still rather be playing hockey with the
team. I really hope Killer will overlook this minor mistake."

"Still, it's not the end of the world if you don't play. You'll be able to
interact with the fans and the puck bunnies. Hey, it'll be fun to see which
bunnies come on to you. Too bad they don't know you're already taken!"

Sure enough, when we got to the arena 15 minutes late, Killer was
furious. He did bench Bauman for the game, and you could see the
disappointment on his face at not being able to play.  But, I think being
able to spend some extra time with me did help him get over it a bit. We
also found out that Pierre Mitsou, another rookie, wouldn't be playing
tonight, either. I didn't get the whole story on that one, but I think it
might have been something that happened during the practice on Thursday.

As expected, the game with the Colts was going to be something close to a
street brawl.  In the warm-ups, the Colts' Blaine Down, tried to pick a
fight with Galbraith, so both teams sort of pushed and shoved on the
ice. The officials had one hell of a time trying to separate that rumble,
and it had to be a pre-cursor to the game itself.

It got ugly right after the first face-off. Down sucker punched Lance
Galbraith behind the play, and it looked like Lance was out
completely. Needless to say, it sparked a big brawl on the ice. The referee
had already lost control of the game before it even really started. Right
off the bat, Down, Jordan Brenner and Erik Reitz of the Colts were all
given majors and game misconducts, as were Luke Sellars and Sebastian
Savage of our 67s. Surprisingly, Jefferson didn't get a thing for the cheap
shot to Galbraith, and the team wanted revenge for that.

The off-ice officials tried to keep the opposing skaters apart as they left
the ice to go back to the dressing rooms. They managed to succeed in that
part, except for some choice words between the players.

"Down, you fucking coward. I'd like to see you get into a fight when you
haven't got your thugs to help you!" yelled Savage.

"Yeah right, Savage," Down calmly yelled back. "I'll take you anytime,
anywhere. I could've beat the shit out of you if Corlyon (the linesman)
hadn't pulled us apart."

"You fucking Colts haven't changed a bit from when Stewart coached you,"
screamed Sellars at the Colts' open dressing room. "You're all a bunch of
fucking goons who don't have a clue how to fucking play hockey!"

Since Bauman and I were near the dressing room, we saw the entire
display. I honestly figured we were going to see World War 3 break out in
the hallway. Fortunately, saner heads prevailed, and the irritated players
went to their respective dressing rooms. Rod and I both decided we should
go to our dressing room to try to calm down Sellars and Savage.

"Hey, Luke," I said to Sellars. "Good fight out there. You really cleaned
Reitz's clock out there."

"Thanks, Shoney. That never should have happened to begin with. Fucking
Spada couldn't referee his way out of a wet paper bag. How's Lance doing?"

"He was out cold for a bit, I think the doctor said a mild concussion. Then
again, with Lance, could anyone tell the difference?"

"Yeah, you're right, Shoney." Sellars let out a good laugh at my cheap shot
at Galbraith.  "I'll see him after the game and find out. Hey, Rod, you
want to do me a favor? The Savage beast and I want to have a little chat
with those fucking Colts, you want to go out and just make sure the coast
is clear? We'll have a talk with them in their dressing room, and work this
dispute out. Shoney, you going to join us?"

"Sure, Luke. Don't know if I'll be any good for helping if this doesn't
work out with this thumb of mine."

"Don't worry about it. We're only going to work this out like gentlemen,
that is, if those Colts know what it means to be gentlemen."

"OK, guys," Bauman relayed to the dressing room. "Hallway's clear, and
there's still 16 minutes to go in the period. You've got plenty of time."

Bauman returned to the hallway to stand guard, while Savage, Sellars and
myself let ourselves into the Colts' dressing room. Surprisingly, none of
the three were in the change area, but there were very distinct noises
coming from the trainer's room at the back.

"Fuck yeah, shove that cock in my ass. I need you in me, Downer, I need you
to fuck me."

"Yeah, Reitzer. I want to bury my cock in your tight ass. Jord, keep
sucking on Reitzer."

That voice was all we needed to hear to tell that Down was leading this
display. Sellars and Savage were still both in their hockey gear as they
let themselves into the Colts' trainer room, with me following behind. We
were greeted with the sight of the three nude players, Down about to fuck
Reitz from behind, while Brenner happily sucked away on Reitz from the
front.

"So," said Sellars in a sly, condescending tone. "This is what you Colts do
when you get kicked out of a game. Is that why you're all a bunch of
fucking goons, so you can come back to the dressing room and screw?"

"Oh, shit.oh, fuck.we were, um, er, um.oh, shit." Down was speechless for
the first time in his life.

"We know what you ladies were about to do," said Savage. "And now, you're
going to take care of us. Down, you said you could take me anytime,
anywhere? Well, I think here and now is sufficient."

"Reitz," said Sellars. "Is this what they taught you as a rookie in Barrie
last year? Well, I think our rookie here can teach you a few things as
well. Shoney, you want him?"

I took one look at that beauty and knew exactly what my answer would
be. "Of course, Luke. I'd love to show him the ropes."

"Good," replied Sellars. "And Brenner, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never
forget.

Erik Reitz and I stayed in the trainer's room, while the other pairs went
into the main dressing room to take care of their business. I could see the
uneasiness on Erik's face as he was put in a situation that he clearly did
not want a part of. The whole problem with this, though, was just how good
Reitz looked.

"Erik, I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as you were enjoying things
just before we arrived. I want that ass of yours just like Jordan did, and
I think I can do a hell of a better job than he ever could."

"Oh, shit," was all Reitz could say. "I didn't plan to be a part of this,
but it was Down's idea. He told me that this always happens when two of the
players get thrown out of the game for misconducts. I have to admit,
though, that I've never had a misconduct penalty, so this is really my
first time, and I'm loving every minute so far!"

"Yeah, Reitzer. I'll make your first time one you won't forget, just like
mine was. Lie down on the table."

Reitz settled onto the table, unsure of what was coming next. I then
settled myself next to his naked body and began to gently suck away on his
cock. "Oh, fuck, Shoney. No one's ever made me feel like that before.Jordan
just never put the same kind of enthusiasm or spirit into it that you
do. Don't stop.don't fucking stop."

Meanwhile, as I continued to happily eat Reitz's cock, Luke Sellars and
Jordan Brenner had moved to a corner of the dressing room. Sellars looked
at Brenner's hard-on and nude body, and decided to have some fun.

"OK, Jordan. I want you to suck me like you were sucking away on Reitz. Of
course, you'll have to go through my equipment to do it."

Brenner unlaced Sellars' hockey pants and pulled them down to Luke's
knees. As he tugged away at Sellars' straining jockstrap, Luke's engorged
cock slapped Brenner's chin with a firm thump. Luke's 8-1/2 inch member
beckoned Brenner's waiting lips to engulf it.

"Shit, that's one hot cock you've got, Sellars."

"So I've heard. Now, are you just going to sit there and talk about it, or
are you going to be a cocksucker?"

Not needing to be told twice, Brenner quickly engulfed Sellars' waiting
member, and began pushing the 67's jersey up to play with Luke's solid abs,
running his fingers up and down the 67's tight six-pack to Sellars' chest.

"Yeah, Brenner, that's the way," Sellars moaned as he removed his jersey
and shoulder pads. "Ooh, that feels so good. Don't stop, keep it up."

Sellars then removed his wet cock from Brenner's mouth, and told Jordan to
lie down over the edge of the bench. Luke lifted Brenner's legs over his
shoulders, and began to push his cock into Brenner's unyielding ass.

"Oh, fuck!" yelled Brenner, as the flood of pain that overcame his body was
just as quickly replaced with waves of pleasure. "Fuck my ass,
Sellars. Shove that monster in me! Oh, fuck, yeah!"

"Fuck your ass is so tight, Jord," groaned Sellars. "I could keep this up
all night if I could."

Sellars continued the pounding of Brenner's ass until he could feel that he
was ready to blow his entire load. "Oh, shit, Brenner. I'm going to fucking
shoot my load in your ass. Fuck, I don't want this to end! Oh, Fuck!"
Sellars yelled as he fired shot after shot of hot cum into Brenner's
well-used ass.

"That was awesome, Sellars," gasped Brenner, out of breath. "That was
definitely the most amazing thing I've ever felt."

"God, I could fuck that ass of yours forever, Brenner, and it was fun, but
that was just to teach you guys a lesson not to mess with the 67s. You guys
are fucking lucky that Galbraith is OK, or this might have been a ton
worse. Just remember this for next time, or we'll have to go over this
lesson again!"

Just as Sellars was finishing with Jordan Brenner, I was pounding away on
Erik Reitz's ass. His ass definitely had not been used like this, and he
was so hot and so tight, I could have cum just entering his ass.

"Shit, Reitzer, I thought Bauman was a great fuck, but your ass definitely
rates up there.  I've never fucked anyone this tight. This really is your
first time!"

"Yeah, Shoney," said Reitz, with an obvious look of discomfort on his
face. "It hurts like hell, but it also feels so fucking great. I really
would have wanted it to be with one of my teammates first, but your cock
feels so hot! Keep fucking my ass!"

I continued to pound away on Erik's ass, and he was definitely growing used
to my cock deep inside him, as his face began to show the pleasure I knew
he was feeling. Reitz began to vigorously jack his own cock to the rhythm
of my fucking. I could soon tell that Erik was ready to shoot his load, as
he contracted his body ever so slightly. Soon after, he shot a huge wad of
cum onto his chest and stomach.

"I'm ready to come, Reitzer," I told him as I removed my cock from his
tight ass and began stroking myself to the point of no return. "Oh,
fuck. OH FUCK!"

As I shot my load onto his stomach, my cum combined with his load and the
sweat from this workout to form a sticky mess.

"God, Shoney. You really know how to make a guy feel great! I've never felt
anything like that in my life! That was fucking amazing!"

"Glad you enjoyed it, Reitzer. You are so fucking cute, and that ass of
yours is so perfect.  I think I liked this even more than you did. Too bad
I won't get the chance again anytime soon, or at least until we play you
guys again. Of course, by then, I should be playing hockey again."

Bauman stuck his head in the Colts' dressing room door as I was giving
Reitz a quick kiss on his forehead. "Two minutes left in the period,
guys. Just so you know."

Luke and I quickly dressed, and reminded Brenner and Reitz of the lesson
they learned tonight, and to pick their fights more carefully. We returned
to our dressing room just as the buzzer sounded to end the first period.

"Do you think they'll try that shit again on the ice next time, Shoney?"

"Well, Luke, I think that hockey-wise, they might have learned their
lesson. The problem is, they'll probably do it again because they learned
their lesson!"

"You do have a way with words, Shoney, you do have a way with words."

We both were laughing as the rest of the team came into the dressing room
for the intermission. Our team was actually very lucky to be leading the
game 1-0 at that point on a Zion goal, and the rest of the period had
actually gone relatively quietly after the initial ruckus.

"So, you three," Zion directed a comment at myself, Savage and Sellars. "Do
I assume you guys kept yourselves occupied in here?"

I responded to Zion, "Let's just say that we took matters with the Colts
into our own hands, and gave them something to remember us by."

Sellars and Savage broke into a round of laughter at my entendre, which
soon spread to the entire team. "Good work, guys," said Zion. "Now, let's
focus on winning this game on the ice."

Fortunately, we were able to pull out a come from behind victory over the
Colts, winning 3-2 with two late goals. With no games the rest of the
weekend, the team would have time to recover from this epic battle and
nurse their injuries. Galbraith did have a concussion, and would not be on
ice for a couple of weeks.

"Hey, Lance," I said to Galbraith on the way back home. "At least this time
off ice will give you a chance to recover some of the brain cells you lost
with the concussion. I certainly know you need all the brains you have, so
you can't afford to lose any!"

"Give it a rest, rookie," Galbraith said back to me. "Keep this up, and I
won't let you into our plans for when we go to St. Mike's next week."

Hmm, what could Galbraith have in mind for St. Mike's next week? I guess
that there's only one way to find out for sure.

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