Date: Thu, 11 May 2023 12:30:00 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: On Ice: Anaheim Sucks

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

Stay healthy and practice safe sex!

Happy reading.

On Ice 6: Anaheim Sucks

Rickard Rakell opened his door, the bright California sunshine beating down
on his quiet Anaheim suburb street. As he stood there taking in the
sunshine, the Anaheim Ducks forward heard the neighbour's door
creaking. "Sup bro?" His Anaheim Ducks teammate, Hampus Lindholm called
from his front door. "Hey neighbour, how's it going?" Rickard replied. "All
good here. What are you doing today?" "Nothing much, got me the day off
work, how about you?" "You know, I've got the day off too." Hampus
chuckled. "I'll see you later for a cold one then. Rickard replied.

Later happened to be at noon as Sweden lined up to play Ukraine in their
European Championships second round match. After winning their group, the
yellow and blue Scandinavians played the yellow and blue Eastern
Europeans. The prize for the winner would be a quarter-final game against
England. Hampus arrived at Rickard's door holding a mini keg of beer, "You
ready?" Hampus grinned. "Born ready." Rickard nodded, stepping back to
allow Hampus inside.

Hampus made his way to Rickard's sports bar that was out in the garage. The
usual American oak decor was covered with a stunning blue and yellow
Swedish flag. "Wow, you went all out!" Hampus beamed as he surveyed the
room. "Yeah, I thought I would make the place look special for the game."
He replied with his chest puffed out to show his pride. "It looks really
good; you should keep it like this." Hampus chuckled. "Nah it's a bit much
for your standard Tuesday." Rickard replied dismissively as he strode
towards the fridge. Placing the mini-keg in the fridge, Rickard removed his
own mini-keg which was already ice cold. Carefully placing it on the table,
Rickard then retrieved two cups in the shape of Viking horns. "Fucking A!"
Hampus grinned, practically jumping out of his seat with happiness.

Rickard filled the horns with delicious ice-cold, golden beer making sure
to top them with a creamy head. "Always knew you gave great head bro."
Hampus beamed as Rickard handed him his beer. Rickard grinned proudly at
the drink he'd poured and the positive review of his oral skills.

The teams trotted out onto the pitch and stood in a line to salute their
national anthems. The two skaters stood arms over each other's shoulders
and their beer in the other hand as they sang to the Swedish national
anthem. "That gives me goosebumps!" Rickard bellowed with excitement as
they sat down ready for kickoff.

"Think we'll do it?" Hampus asked nervously as he replenished their
drinks. "Yeah, this Ukrainian team has got nothing, one lucky goal and
that's it." Rickard replied emphatically. "I say we kick their arses 4-1."
Rickard finished proudly. "I hope you're right." Hampus replied, handing
Rickard his refilled horn. Beaming they bumped horns once more before
throwing back a short draught of beer.

The game kicked off and the hockey stars sat back to enjoy the game as the
Californian sunshine peaked through the tiny windows. The Swedish started
the game well, controlling possession and creating a few chances at goal
but just before the half hour mark, Oleksandr Zinchenko put Ukraine into
the lead. The Ducks gulped their beers nervously, was their optimism
misguided, were they about to meet the same fate Germany had just a few
hours earlier. As half-time approached, Emil Forsberg levelled for the
Scandinavians. Hampus and Rickard jumped into the air along with their
beers, jumping into each other's arms, the pair celebrated exuberantly.

"Refill?" Rickard grinned looking down at the beer-soaked floor and their
beer-stained shirts. "Yeah sure." Hampus replied, handing his horn to
Rickard. A minute later they returned to their seats clutching two full
horns of beer. Listening to the analysts talk, Hampus gave a loud snort,
"Ukraine are lucky so far, there is no way they are going to win this
game." He scowled indignantly. "Yeah, they ain't got shit!" Rickard agreed,
knocking his horn against Hampus'. "You ready for next season?" Hampus
replied, changing the subject while the analysts filled the time
pointlessly analysing every player's movement.

"Yeah, I think so. It will be good to play a full season again. 56 games
were tough, it felt like just as we were getting started the season was
over!" Rickard nodded. "I hear ya." Hampus replied. "Who do you think we
should sign?" Rickard continued. "I dunno, maybe Zach Parise?" Hampus
shrugged. "I can see that, he's got a few goals in him."

The players trotted out for the second half and the two Swedish Ducks
settled back down for another 45 minutes of football. The teams couldn't be
separated at the end of the second half and the game went to extra
time. "Still confident on that 4-1?" Hampus sniggered; his laughter ended
abruptly by a hiccough. "Yea, not so much." Rickard chuckled nervously.

With time ticking away, the game looked as though it would be heading for
penalties when the referee flashed his red card. "Fuckkk!" Hampus screamed,
"That's shit!" Rickard agreed, slamming his fist on the arm of the
couch. With 10 minutes remaining Marcus Danielson left the field and Sweden
were forced to play with 10 men. The clock ticked beyond 120 minutes,
Sweden was nearly there, added time to added time, they were just seconds
away from penalties when Artem Dovbyk broke their hearts scoring a stoppage
time winner. The referee blew the final whistle and that was it, after
extra time Sweden 1-2 Ukraine.

The Ducks sat there speechless, watching the Ukrainian players celebrating
while the Swedish players looked on disconsolate. Hampus got up to refill
their beers, handing Rickard's horn back to him with a fresh creamy
top. "Cheers bro." Rickard sighed.

Rickard felt his boxers tightening, the idea of his teammate giving
head. Hampus' gentle yet manly features made him adorable, under a neat
facial growth Hampus had an enticing pair of ruby red lips. Rickard's cock
hardened causing a growing crease to become visible around his crotch.

Following more than half a minute of silence Hampus' glanced across to
survey Rickard. Noticing his teammates bulged shorts, Hampus felt the
intrigue building. Countless times he and Rickard had been close to fooling
around but the time was never quite right. Even as next-door neighbours
with families, they had never been this drunk and alone together. The sight
of Rickard's thickening sausage had a similar effect on Hampus who felt his
own cock rising. More silence followed as both men took a draught of their
drinks, thinking what to say next.

"You horny now?" Hampus blurted. "Lil' bit." Rickard chuckled. "Good,
good. I've got a beer boner going." Hampus sighed, spreading his legs a
little wider. "Yeah, I'm the same." Rickard smirked, moving his beer horn
to one side and exposing where his real horn hid. "Hmmm, what should we
do?" Hampus asked stupidly. "I'm no doctor, but I don't think it's healthy
to store as much blood down there as we currently are."

The hockey stars moved in unison, lifting their bodies off the couch with
just enough space to pull down their shorts. Tugging their shorts and
boxers down to their knees and sitting back down, the pair looked down at
their impressive sticks. Hampus' 7.5-inch uncut cock stood proudly
twitching with anticipation as it waited for its owner to wrap his fingers
around it. Rickard's beauty dwarfed Hampus by an entire inch, his own uncut
8.5-inch monster rested patiently against his abs as the skaters prepared
to enjoy themselves.

The Swedish skaters waited nervously to see who would cave first. Hampus
moved initially, taking his hard shaft between his index finger and thumb,
peeling his foreskin back slowly. Now that his teammate had triggered the
green light it was Rickard's turn to join the party but unlike Hampus, he
took his entire shaft within his fist and matched his teammate's steady
rhythm.

Hampus grabbed for the remote with his free hand and flicked through the
channels until he found the Playboy channel. Neither player needed the
imagery to help them harden up but with such easy access it seems like a
no-brainer. Genetically modified girls with the biggest fakest boobs they'd
ever seen appeared on the screen. "Ahhh no, none of that fake shit."
Rickard grumbled. Hampus giggled, flicking the channel up and up again,
more fakeness, "Not sure where you're expecting to find real tiddies on
here." "I wasn't, I can do without. I'd prefer sucking your flat chest
ahead of their fake chest!" He grinned. "Oh yeah, you're on." Hampus
beamed, throwing the remote aside.

"Ahhh, what, I was..." "Uh-uh, you said it, now you gotta do it. I'll keep
my shirt on if that helps." Hampus sniggered. "I'm not doing it." Rickard
frowned. "Ahh don't be a bitch." Hampus laughed, pulling his shirt over his
head and dropping it aside. "But you said..." "Yeah, well my shirts off
now, make with the suck, suck." Hampus joked. That naughty beer was really
having an effect on Rickard who had begun weighing up the pros and cons of
giving in to peer pressure. [It could be funny, and who knows what else
could happen.] Rickard thought to himself, reminding himself he was a guy
after all. [But then, if you do it then Hampus could hold it against you in
the future.] Rickard frowned thoughtfully.

"Fucking hell, I haven't got all day!" Hampus snapped, teasing Rickard who
jumped. The 28-year-old felt himself sway forward and suddenly, there was a
cock between his lips. His motions were fully automated as if he had been
hard programmed by his instincts. Sliding tentatively down his teammate's
shaft, Rickard blew the hard meaty piece. Although his movements were
uncertain and timid, Hampus' reaction gave Rickard some encouragement.

"I thought you...ahhh yeah that's nice!" Hampus squeaked, first shocked
that Rickard's lips were on his cock and not his chest, but within the
second his reaction had changed to pleasure. Relaxing back, he gave Rickard
all the time he needed to find some comfort and more importantly a good
rhythm. Rickard moved carefully, closing his eyes and imagining how it felt
when his wife sucked his cock. Doing his best to keep his teeth out of the
equation, Rickard pursed his lips and rolled up and down Hampus' 7.5-inch
pipe as freely as he could.

"Jeez boy." Hampus sighed. Surprisingly, Rickard was getting pretty good
which he assumed the alcohol would be getting an assist for. Rickard had
managed to roll past the initial difficulty of sucking a cock and although
he had suffered a couple of semi-gags now, he was in the zone and moving
freely. Hampus' 7.5 inches reached the back of Rickard's tongue and as the
brunette continued to suck, Hampus' head found itself scraping consistently
against Rickard's tonsils. "That's the spot!" Hampus sighed happily as his
cock pulsed with arousal.

This wasn't Rickard's first thought at the suggestion of oral fun, he'd
always pictured himself on the receiving end but as the blows continued,
the skater realised he was really starting to enjoy it. While his neck
worked on Hampus' cock, Rickard's fingers resumed their journey along his
own hard shaft. Rickard's cock had re-thickened to a semi and as he rolled
his fingers down his shaft, the skater felt his meat stiffen
further. Stroking his 8.5-inch wand, Rickard began to trigger pulses from
his own head as he sucked his horny teammate. The taste of Hampus' fleshy
head felt inoffensive and increasingly pleasant, encouraging Rickard to
continue servicing his teammate's throbbing stick.

Hampus noticed how Rickard's form changed as soon as he had taken hold of
his own cock. The feeling of his own fist sliding his foreskin back and
forth across his sensitive head had settled the skater who in turn moved
with freedom, sliding his lips from Hampus' tip to the base of his
teammate's 7.5-inch boner. The glad recipient of Rickard's increasing
confidence, Hampus cooed softly and repeatedly to vocalise his
appreciation. Hampus' cock pulsed each time Rickard sank south as his
teammate's lips manipulated his sensitive outer skin, stroking oral
pleasure into his teammate's body.

That strange idea of sucking a cock had become unmistakably real for
Rickard and better yet, his enjoyment of the situation was also clear to
see. The beating of Rickard's fist against his own crotch began to increase
in speed and volume. It was clear to Hampus that his countryman's
trepidation was evaporating with every passing second. Time also made
things easier for Rickard, the longer he sucked at his friend's cock the
easier it was to suck. Rickard's dips were increasing his speed, his lips
tightening a little and tonsils connecting with every suck.

Hampus looked down at his body, looking past his exposed smooth stomach and
crotch and down to Rickard's fuzzy face. Rickard's lips looked so good as
they rolled along Hampus' throbbing shaft. Then Hampus noticed something he
should've noticed much sooner, the pressure from his teammate was so much
better than his wife's. Not too tight that he was in any pain, but tight
enough to maximise the friction of his movement. Has he really never done
this before? If not, then his instincts were pretty damn good.

Rickard beat his own 8.5-inch cock harder still to take his mind off the
fellatio being performed by the other end of his body. Now that he was
tugging his own cock, Rickard was using body contact with someone else to
help him reach his climax with relative success. Rickard's shaft throbbed
between his busy fingers while he was sure he felt a throb between his
lips. To confirm his cock was indeed growing Hampus groaned again, this was
working, and it was working very well indeed.

Drifting into a trance of pleasure, Hampus could see an array of arousing
images shooting through his mind. Girls of all types, beautiful and blowing
his hard cock, Hampus felt his boner swelling. The sensitivity of Hampus'
head heightened, aware of every slight change in Rickard's movements and
squeezing out a shiny pearl of precum. The tension was rising with every
dip into his furry crotch, his teammate's lips were just getting better and
better, this was nearly it.

Rickard had no idea how great a job he was actually doing, the sounds from
Hampus were encouraging but was his teammate faking it? At this point
Rickard was well beyond the point of no return, if he wasn't doing a good
job then Hampus would just say something right? However, the longer Rickard
sucked, the louder Hampus was getting and now his teammate's cock suddenly
tasted different. A drop of liquid spread across his tongue as he sucked,
there was something new coming from Hampus and Rickard guessed instantly he
was tasting precum for the first time. Relieved it wasn't the main course,
Rickard continued to suck without hesitation allowing his teammate's precum
to cover his tastebuds with more hard dips to the base of Hampus'
pole. Meeting his lips on the way down, Rickard noticed Hampus' was
starting to move in the opposite direction in an attempt to add a little
more control to the situation.

The pitch of Hampus' moans had lightened following a grunt where he threw
his arms behind his head. Huff, another huff and a growl of pleasure from
Hampus' then his cock thickened. Rickard knew that feeling yet he couldn't
quite work it out, he'd experienced it himself many times, yet he couldn't
quite work out what was going to happen next. "Gonna shooooot." Hampus
grunted.

Pulling off with less than a moment to spare, Rickard moved his head out of
the way and stroked both Hampus' and his own cocks simultaneously. "AH!
YAAA!" Hampus groaned, sounding like something out of a karate film as his
nuts fired ropes of his cum out of his throbbing head. If Rickard needed
proof he'd done a good job, he was about to get it as a huge jet shot up
into the air and landed on the top of the couch.

Turned on by the positive result of his own oral skills, Rickard felt his
own balls lighten as a rush of pleasure took hold of him. Joining Hampus in
a groan of joy, Rickard felt his cum surge through his 8.5-inch shaft and
squirt up into the air before landing over his stomach. The sound of two
alpha males orgasming reverberated around the room, both seemingly trying
to outdo each other as they fired cum across their powerful, Viking
bodies. Thick drops of salty white cream splattered across their curly
brown pubes as Rickard continued to tug them both, draining both cocks of
their drunken horniness. Hampus found himself adding a little hip movement
as his cock hurled another streak of pearly cum up as far as his ribs. It
had been several days without a release and Hampus was certainly making up
for it as his nuts shot more than a dozen droplets of his seed across his
oscillating belly.

Lower down the couch, Rickard didn't quite have as much onboard owing to a
release just 24 hours earlier. Still, Rickard's load was impressive,
trickling over the side of his toned stomach as the pool continued to
grow. Swirling his tongue around his mouth, Rickard found any more flavour
he could of precum to tickle his senses as his body quivered with
pleasure. The skater's fist continued to roll along his throbbing shaft,
pulling his foreskin over his swollen head and another long rope of his
jizz clear which joined the rest splattered across his belly button. "Holy
shit!" Hampus called. "Holy fuck!" Rickard agreed. The grunting and panting
as their orgasms began to recede, neither of them needed stroking any more,
the pressure within their shafts brought any remaining cum to foam at their
tips and satisfied, the pair were officially empty.

Tired, drunk and relieved, the pair fell asleep without another thought,
waking several hours later to the beginning of an extended hangover. "Holy
shitttt, my head's pounding!" Hampus groaned. "What are you moaning about?"
Rickard croaked, rubbing his jaw as he sat up. "Grrr." Hampus
grumbled. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Rickard scowled. "How much did we
drink?" Hampus chuckled. "Enough to make us do some crazy shit!" Rickard
shrugged. "Word! Truth though, it was pretty darn good." Hampus replied, a
crooked smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth. "Don't even think about
it. We're doing that again alright, I'm the one getting serviced!" Rickard
glared. "Can't argue with that can I?!" Hampus sighed. "You don't want one
now though do you, because that could end badly for us both?!" he
continued. "HA, AHHH fuck!" Rickard laughed then cried in response as the
initial humour evoked a jolt of pain through the middle of his skull. "Nah,
you're good, for now!" Rickard muttered laying back down to rest his head.

END

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