Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 20:00:54 -0800 From: Tyler Jacobs Subject: Sid and Marc DISCLAIMER: This work is entirely fictional and in no way represents the true actions or thoughts of any of the individuals involved. Sid and Marc - PART I 21 year-old Marc-Andre Fleury boarded the bus, chose a seat at the very back where he would be alone, and tried to fall asleep on the five hour bus ride from Wilkes- Barre/Scranton to Pittsburgh. The 6'2'', 170 pound French- Canadian goaltender had just been called up from the Pittsburgh Penguins' minor league affiliate to play with the big club once again, and he had stayed up the entire night before he was so excited. He hadn't played very well in his first chance in the NHL, but he was only 19 then, and the last two years had given him a chance to work out all the kinks in his game. He was ready for this opportunity, and he had no intentions of returning to the minors again. Fleury had been the number one draft pick in the NHL just two years before and was Team Canada's goaltender at the last World Junior Hockey Championships. He loved the spotlight just too much to be playing in a place like Wilks- Barre/Scranton, Pennsylvania. Getting a shot in the NHL wasn't the only reason Fleury was excited to play for the Penguins, though. He was going to be reunited with his good friend and former Team Canada teammate, 18 year-old Sidney Crosby, who had just been drafted number one and signed by the Penguins a few months earlier. Crosby had already established himself as a worthy NHLer and was on his way to becoming one of the top scorers in the league. Fleury had always had a crush on the young 5'11'' stud from Nova Scotia, but had never shared his feelings with Crosby in case he didn't feel the same way. This time would be different, though. Not only did Fleury want to improve his game on the ice. he also wanted to tell Sidney how he felt. Now just a few minutes into the trip, Fleury was still having trouble sleeping, and he began to think about seeing Crosby in a few hours. The closest passengers to him were several rows away, so he slipped down into his seat and unzipped his jeans. He unbuttoned his boxers, and maneuvered his hard, 7-inch cock through the fly. He began to stroke his meat, thinking about Sid and his cute twinky, yet solid, 190 pound frame. Even more appealing to Fleury was Crosby's cock, which he had seen in the dressing room many times before. He had only seen it soft, and guessed it was 4-5 inches long then, one of the largest on the junior team. He could only imagine how big it would be hard. Fleury thought about playing with Sid's cock, teasing him by holding the base and slowly licking the head and then moving down to his balls and giving them a good tongue-wetting. Then he imagined taking what he guessed would be 8 or 9 inches of boy meat into his throat, his head bobbing up and down, giving Sid the blowjob of a lifetime. Faster and faster Fleury rubbed his cock, and within two minutes, he shot a huge wad of cum six inches up into the air, and moaned, "Oh, fuck," as it landed on his shirt. He quickly looked up to make sure no one had heard him, and seeing that everyone was minding their own business, scooped up the cum off his shirt and wiped it underneath his seat. Fleury put his cock away and swung his lanky body around, putting his feet on some empty seats across from him. He gradually drifted off to sleep, thinking about what was in store for him in a few hours in Pittsburgh. Sid and Marc - Part II