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2minsforslashingAuthor: ~~~Angel~~~
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Sutter/LeTang, TEAM CANADA!!!!!!!!!
Dedication: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pharmasista HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!!, Also for starbucks2940!!! Thanks for the beta! AND! For frala because she gave me THIS: PICTURE, and she made this bunnie BITE HARD!!!ALL!! of her FAULT!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: This is based on real life events, however this is written from the fictitious point of view, all the characters feelings and thoughts are those of the authors, all persons, names and logos belong to there perspective copy rights or perspective persons. This author claims to own none of these and has used all names persons and logos without said permission. This is a work of fiction, and is ment as no harm or disregard towards included persons, names and logos. This work should be taken as a compliment
to all involved within.
A/N: It wasn’t going to end this way, it just kinda did *pokes her bunnies* I know the coach player thing is kinda freaky, but I PROMISE!!! NO!!! Naked Sutter (JUST EWW WRONG!)
Xposted to: IHF, My LJ & Rambles!
“Letang, office, NOW!” Coach Sutter half screams at me. Practice has just finished. He didn’t look pissed when he came off the ice. I wonder what the hell I did in that short time to make him mad. Heck I hadn’t even showered yet. I quickly pull off my lingering gear and slip my feet into flip-flops.
Wandering over to the office door, I hesitantly knock. “Enter and shut the door behind you.” His voice snaps at me from inside the office.
I do as he says. He gestures for me to sit down in one of the chairs across from his desk and I do. I shift nervously in my chair.
“I’m not angry Kris, please relax a little,” he tells me. His voice is soft now, not the harsh tones he had used a moment ago.
“You see me sir.” I say slowly. My English still isn’t very good, much to the dismay of my teachers.
“I wanted to discuss what happened in practice.” He says slowly.
I slowly nod, getting the meaning of his words. But my uncertainty increases. “What happen in practice?” I ask him.
He sighs softly and stands from behind the desk. In a few graceful movements he is seated next to me before he tells me. “You know what happened.”
I shake my head no, still unsure. “By the bench.”
I feel heat creeping up from my neck, “I um… I.” I can’t think; I really can’t. My mind has gone totally blank and all I can think of is how I’m about to get kicked off of Team Canada.
He rests his hand on my shoulder. “I want you to do the room check tonight. Then I want you to come to my room afterwards. Understand?”
I swallow the large lump in my throat. I had heard about some coaches, heck I had heard about Sutter even, but I didn’t think I’d ever be good enough to be chosen.
“Yes.” I tell him simply.
He nods and then dismisses me to go shower and get on the bus. Oh God, tonight can’t come soon enough.
**
My knocks sound hollow in the empty hallways. Everyone is in their respective room, and going to sleep or already there. We all came back from the movie (All except Steve who stayed behind because he’s suffering from the Flu) and then I did the room check.
Now I know what’s coming next. At least I think I do.
Sutter smiles as he admits me into his room. He’s wearing a team Canada t-shirt and grey pajama pants. His powerful frame is evident as he ushers me into his sitting room.
“Good evening Kris.” He says as he sits next to me on the white loveseat.
“Good evening Sir.” I tell him in a small voice that’s not really my own.
“Do you know why you’re here?” he asks.
I nod again hanging my head. “Yes sir.”
I feel his hand on my chin, and he pressures me to turn my face towards him. I do and I meet his soft lips. I feel shock resonating throughout my entire body. My coach is kissing me. What’s worse is that I’m kissing him back.
Boy was I ever kissing him back. He opens his mouth to allow my tounge to enter and we engage in a battle. I press into him demanding more and he gives it. I try pressing harder and I meet resistance. Sutter has his hands pressed against my chest stopping me. I pull away like I’ve been burned. I just kissed my coach. I just kissed my coach.
“Kris, look at me.” He uses his firm coach voice and I don’t even think; I just listen to him. His eyes burn with a stoke passion. “This is your choice Kris. You are eighteen. This can stop now and you can go back to your room, or you can let everything go and just enjoy.”
My throat feels parched at his words. I snake my tounge out to try and wet my dry lips. He is offering me something I’ve secretly wanted. He’s offering me a safe chance to play in a pool, which otherwise I wouldn’t be able too.
“Enjoy.” I whisper.
“Pardon?”
“I want to enjoy.” I say a little louder. He doesn’t reply, except to pull me into a kiss. This time he takes the lead. My mouth tingles as he explores the depths. He presses me back until he his laying on top of me. Our mouths clash, but he takes the lead. It’s his tounge pressing into my mouth. It’s his hands on my body. It’s him making me on fire.
It’s him making me hard.
I want him. That fact scares me.
Right now, I don’t care.
I just want him.
God, I just want him.
Please.
He’s off of me now and he’s pulling me off of the loveseat and towards his bedroom.
“Strip.” He hisses in my ear. I don’t hesitate. First my green turtle neck comes off. Then I kick off my sneakers and yank off my socks. I unzip my jeans and I let out a sigh as I relive the pressure of my expanded cock. I slide off my jeans and boxer briefs in one go.
Then I feel silly.
I stand there naked with a hard on. I feel a blush creeping upwards.
He steps forward and kisses me again. “Go lay down.” He breathes in my ear. I nod and step hesitantly towards the large king-sized bed. He turns and goes towards his suitcase. I strip off the bed before I crawl onto it and lay down in the center. I stroke my cock a couple of times to make sure that I’m ready.
Sutter returns with a small black bag that he places on the bed before joining me in the center of the bed. He kisses me again deeply before moving lower. His mouth moves over my neck and I arch against him. His breath gives me goosebumps and the feeling shoots right to my cock.
He kisses a wet trail down my chest and finds my left nipple.
Holy Fucking Hell.
I’ve never had anyone work my nips before. Oh WOW. I feel like I’m going though the roof. He sucks and rolls and nibbles hard on my left one, while his hand mimics what he’s doing with his mouth to my right one.
My body is on fire. I feel like I’m on sensory overload. He gives my nipple one last lick before he moves lower. He teases me briefly before finding my cock. He nibbles on the edge before taking the head of it and sucking hard.
I let out a loud moan and try to move my hips to get him to take me deeper into his mouth. He holds my hips in-place not letting me move as he gives me a phenomenal blowjob. I arch my back and my breath comes in gasps.
I let out a half moan half as he deep throats me. I grab at the sheets on the bed desperate to get a grip on something as I feel myself tumble over the edge.
I can’t warn him because it happens too fast. My body tenses and then I see starbursts. It takes me a few moments to realize that he’s still sucking on me, taking me down slowly from my orgasm.
My breathing starts to slow down. He stops sucking on me and then crawls back up towards the head of the bed. He captures my lips and draws me into a deep kiss. I can taste my cum on his lips and I try to pull away. The taste is repulsive, but he holds me there making me taste myself on his lips.
He pulls away and he gives me a small smirk. “You’re not a screamer.”
“Huh?” I reply. My brain is too muddled from my orgasm to process English.
He smirks and then briefly kisses me again. “When you came, you hardly made a sound.” He tries again and this time my brain cooperates and I can translate it.
I blush again and then simple shrug, “Roommates.” I explain.
He laughs and then kisses me. I can still taste the remnants of my cum, it still tastes awful, but I know better than to try and pull away.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers in my ear as he pulls away from our kiss.
I hesitate for only a moment before I reply, “Yes I do sir.”
He gives me a soft smile before he reaches into the black bag he places earlier on the bed. He pulls out a length of black cloth. “Close your eyes.” He tells me and I follow his instructions. He encourages me to sit up and I do before I feel him place the cloth over my eyes. He secures it in place around the back of my head before kissing me again. “Lay back down on your stomach.” He instructs.
I lay down with some difficulty and he gives me a pillow to rest my head on. It’s an interesting experience just laying here know that something is coming, what exactly I’m not sure, but it’s something that’s going to be beyond my wildest dreams.
He moves away from me for a moment. He was still there because I could just feel his presence but he wasn’t right there next to me. When he returned he straddled my hips and I realize with a shock that he is still wearing his pajama pants. I feel his breath on the back of my neck. “Just enjoy.” He whispers before kissing behind my ear.
Something wet and warm is poured onto my back. His hands start to massage and the liquid gets warmer with his touch. He finds the knots in my upper back and his hands work like magic making them disappear. I feel myself being relaxed by his touch. I am so relaxed that I hardly realize when he moves off of me. The bed dips to my left side and he resumes my massage.
His hands are moving lower now. Instead of just massaging my back he’s rubbing down to back of my knee and all the way back up. He occasionally adds more of the warm liquid to my body but for the most part, his hands just work over me.
I am on the edges of sleep when I feel his fingers on the clef of my ass. They are slick and warm. His fingers rub up and down and I let out a slow moan into my pillow. One of his hands still massages my lower back while the other is now rubbing the outside of my hole.
I haven’t done this before and when I go to tell him this, his reply was to turn my head and kiss me, before telling me to just relax, that it would feel good. His hands go back to massaging me for a few minutes and I feel myself relax back into a semi-sleep stage.
He kisses the back of my neck and that wakes me enough to realize that he is no longer massaging me. One of his hands has my ass lightly parted to expose my hole while his fingers from his other hand are pressing into me. I jump a little as one slides into me, but I soon relax. His hand has gone back to rubbing my lower back as he very slowly moves in and out of me.
I feel even more of the warm liquid being spread before he starts to press a second finger into me. This time I gasp, as my body puts up a slight protest. He rains kisses along my back before I feel his hand on my stomach. He encourages me to lift my hips and I do, raising myself up on my knees. His free hand goes to my now re-hardened cock and the pain is forgotten.
His fingers search deep inside of me. I actually feel like they are going to poke through my hard stomach. I resist the urge to feel my abdomen and see if I can’t in fact feel his fingers there. He goes a bit deeper and holy SHIT! I jerk back as he pulls his fingers away trying to get that feeling again.
He presses in again and there it is. I let out a loud gasping moan. “Feel good?” he asks me.
“Oui…” I gasp out as he presses in again. I want to tell him to keep pressing there I want to tell him that this is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had. The words are caught in my throat as he presses me there once more.
Then he stops.
His fingers withdraw from me and I half-scream out “Non!” in protest.
“Shh. It will be much better in a moment.” He hisses in my ear.
He’s still at my side kneeling next to me when I feel something lightly probing me.
I tense for a moment but force myself to relax, remembering the feeling when his fingers were in me and I know I desperately want to feel that again. I jump when what ever he slid into me presses there. I allow a low moan to escape my throat when it begins to vibrate.
His fingers join the slim vibrator and he moves it slowly in an out of me. I’m squirming, and my heart is beating so loud and fast that I feel like it’s going to shoot out of my chest. With each loud thud of my heart, my cock grows even more painful.
He is unfortunately ignoring my cock. One hand was occupied playing with my ass and the other one was pressing between my balls and my ass. The sensations that are shooting through me are like none I’ve ever experienced.
I feel like my body is screaming with pleasure, like every fiber of my very being is humming a tune that is bringing me desperately close to the edge. If he would only touch my cock again.
I let out a low whimpering moan. In response he removes his hands and the vibrator from me. “Please” I beg. Right now my body is so aroused, I feel like I’m being torn apart waiting for that ultimate point of pleasure. I’ve never wanted to cum so bad in my whole life.
“Turn onto your back.” He instructs me. I follow his request. His hands, which are still slick with whatever he was rubbing on me, move over my chest and stomach. He moves down my legs, ignoring my cock totally. He lifts my legs at the knee and plants them firmly on the bed. I’m now totally exposed to him. I shiver lightly at the thought of what is going to come next.
I felt something hard pressing against me. But I couldn’t be him since I now could feel him leaning against me, still fully dressed. “What?” I ask and he just kisses the top of my knee in response to my question.
“Relax,” he tells me softly, as I feel it begin to press into me. The tip slides in easily, he pushes it in a bit more and my body screams in protest. I moan and arch trying to get away from the invasive thing. I feel his hands on my hips holding me in place.
“What, Arrêt, hurts, please.” My voice cracks as I try to escape his grasp.
“Just relax Kris, it will get better soon I promise.” His hands leave my hips and one goes back to slowly rubbing my stomach. “I want you to push out as I slide this in ok?”
“Ok.” I whisper. He starts to push in again and I try pushing out. It feels a little bit better but it still hurts. I feel it slide all the way inside of me. I let out a gasping breath as it pushes against my sweet spot.
He moves and I feel his lips on me as he starts to explore my mouth. “You ok?” he asks in-between kisses.
I nod in reply. The pain that had been sharp to begin with had now faded to a dull ache. It felt weird to have something so big inside me, but the feelings that it was sending though my body wanted what ever was going to happen next to happen. Now.
He leaves me again and I feel him moving what I’m surmising to be a toy, in and out of me. He changes the angle and the waves crash over me as he hits my sweet spot.
I move my hips to meet the movements of the toy; I’m doing everything I can to feel it pressing into me.
Moans rise and fall in my throat as he starts to press it harder into me. I start to move faster now and harder. The harder he slams the toy into me the better it feels. I eventually realize that he’s not longer moving the toy just holding it still as I fuck myself with it.
My head is dizzy and without knowing, my hand goes to my cock. Need. To. Cum. NOW!
Sutter takes my hand away. “No.” he tells me sharply, and I whimper in response.
“Please.” I beg him. Oh God please I need to fucking cum.
“Then cum, don’t touch your self just cum.” His words are jumbled in my brain but his actions allow me to do just that, as I go to slam myself down he pushes the toy hard into me and I lose it.
My mouth opens in a silent scream, my head swims and my whole body tenses. I can’t breath I can’t think all I can feel is pleasure. This has to be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. My hands grip at the sheet searching for something.
Oh God this is, God.
My mind goes out. I don’t know what happened because when I came to, my blindfold was gone. I lay underneath the sheets of my own bedroom dressed in my boxers. The tingles of orgasm have left me. There is no sign of the wetness that I had felt coating my stomach earlier.
I know this wasn’t a dream, but I don’t understand how I got back to my room.
I mean, it wasn’t a dream?
Was it?
~Fin!
Happy birthday bebe!
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Sutter/LeTang, TEAM CANADA!!!!!!!!!
Dedication: For
pharmasista HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!!, Also for starbucks2940!!! Thanks for the beta! AND! For frala because she gave me THIS: PICTURE, and she made this bunnie BITE HARD!!!ALL!! of her FAULT!!!!!!!Disclaimer: This is based on real life events, however this is written from the fictitious point of view, all the characters feelings and thoughts are those of the authors, all persons, names and logos belong to there perspective copy rights or perspective persons. This author claims to own none of these and has used all names persons and logos without said permission. This is a work of fiction, and is ment as no harm or disregard towards included persons, names and logos. This work should be taken as a compliment
to all involved within.
A/N: It wasn’t going to end this way, it just kinda did *pokes her bunnies* I know the coach player thing is kinda freaky, but I PROMISE!!! NO!!! Naked Sutter (JUST EWW WRONG!)
Xposted to: IHF, My LJ & Rambles!
“Letang, office, NOW!” Coach Sutter half screams at me. Practice has just finished. He didn’t look pissed when he came off the ice. I wonder what the hell I did in that short time to make him mad. Heck I hadn’t even showered yet. I quickly pull off my lingering gear and slip my feet into flip-flops.
Wandering over to the office door, I hesitantly knock. “Enter and shut the door behind you.” His voice snaps at me from inside the office.
I do as he says. He gestures for me to sit down in one of the chairs across from his desk and I do. I shift nervously in my chair.
“I’m not angry Kris, please relax a little,” he tells me. His voice is soft now, not the harsh tones he had used a moment ago.
“You see me sir.” I say slowly. My English still isn’t very good, much to the dismay of my teachers.
“I wanted to discuss what happened in practice.” He says slowly.
I slowly nod, getting the meaning of his words. But my uncertainty increases. “What happen in practice?” I ask him.
He sighs softly and stands from behind the desk. In a few graceful movements he is seated next to me before he tells me. “You know what happened.”
I shake my head no, still unsure. “By the bench.”
I feel heat creeping up from my neck, “I um… I.” I can’t think; I really can’t. My mind has gone totally blank and all I can think of is how I’m about to get kicked off of Team Canada.
He rests his hand on my shoulder. “I want you to do the room check tonight. Then I want you to come to my room afterwards. Understand?”
I swallow the large lump in my throat. I had heard about some coaches, heck I had heard about Sutter even, but I didn’t think I’d ever be good enough to be chosen.
“Yes.” I tell him simply.
He nods and then dismisses me to go shower and get on the bus. Oh God, tonight can’t come soon enough.
**
My knocks sound hollow in the empty hallways. Everyone is in their respective room, and going to sleep or already there. We all came back from the movie (All except Steve who stayed behind because he’s suffering from the Flu) and then I did the room check.
Now I know what’s coming next. At least I think I do.
Sutter smiles as he admits me into his room. He’s wearing a team Canada t-shirt and grey pajama pants. His powerful frame is evident as he ushers me into his sitting room.
“Good evening Kris.” He says as he sits next to me on the white loveseat.
“Good evening Sir.” I tell him in a small voice that’s not really my own.
“Do you know why you’re here?” he asks.
I nod again hanging my head. “Yes sir.”
I feel his hand on my chin, and he pressures me to turn my face towards him. I do and I meet his soft lips. I feel shock resonating throughout my entire body. My coach is kissing me. What’s worse is that I’m kissing him back.
Boy was I ever kissing him back. He opens his mouth to allow my tounge to enter and we engage in a battle. I press into him demanding more and he gives it. I try pressing harder and I meet resistance. Sutter has his hands pressed against my chest stopping me. I pull away like I’ve been burned. I just kissed my coach. I just kissed my coach.
“Kris, look at me.” He uses his firm coach voice and I don’t even think; I just listen to him. His eyes burn with a stoke passion. “This is your choice Kris. You are eighteen. This can stop now and you can go back to your room, or you can let everything go and just enjoy.”
My throat feels parched at his words. I snake my tounge out to try and wet my dry lips. He is offering me something I’ve secretly wanted. He’s offering me a safe chance to play in a pool, which otherwise I wouldn’t be able too.
“Enjoy.” I whisper.
“Pardon?”
“I want to enjoy.” I say a little louder. He doesn’t reply, except to pull me into a kiss. This time he takes the lead. My mouth tingles as he explores the depths. He presses me back until he his laying on top of me. Our mouths clash, but he takes the lead. It’s his tounge pressing into my mouth. It’s his hands on my body. It’s him making me on fire.
It’s him making me hard.
I want him. That fact scares me.
Right now, I don’t care.
I just want him.
God, I just want him.
Please.
He’s off of me now and he’s pulling me off of the loveseat and towards his bedroom.
“Strip.” He hisses in my ear. I don’t hesitate. First my green turtle neck comes off. Then I kick off my sneakers and yank off my socks. I unzip my jeans and I let out a sigh as I relive the pressure of my expanded cock. I slide off my jeans and boxer briefs in one go.
Then I feel silly.
I stand there naked with a hard on. I feel a blush creeping upwards.
He steps forward and kisses me again. “Go lay down.” He breathes in my ear. I nod and step hesitantly towards the large king-sized bed. He turns and goes towards his suitcase. I strip off the bed before I crawl onto it and lay down in the center. I stroke my cock a couple of times to make sure that I’m ready.
Sutter returns with a small black bag that he places on the bed before joining me in the center of the bed. He kisses me again deeply before moving lower. His mouth moves over my neck and I arch against him. His breath gives me goosebumps and the feeling shoots right to my cock.
He kisses a wet trail down my chest and finds my left nipple.
Holy Fucking Hell.
I’ve never had anyone work my nips before. Oh WOW. I feel like I’m going though the roof. He sucks and rolls and nibbles hard on my left one, while his hand mimics what he’s doing with his mouth to my right one.
My body is on fire. I feel like I’m on sensory overload. He gives my nipple one last lick before he moves lower. He teases me briefly before finding my cock. He nibbles on the edge before taking the head of it and sucking hard.
I let out a loud moan and try to move my hips to get him to take me deeper into his mouth. He holds my hips in-place not letting me move as he gives me a phenomenal blowjob. I arch my back and my breath comes in gasps.
I let out a half moan half as he deep throats me. I grab at the sheets on the bed desperate to get a grip on something as I feel myself tumble over the edge.
I can’t warn him because it happens too fast. My body tenses and then I see starbursts. It takes me a few moments to realize that he’s still sucking on me, taking me down slowly from my orgasm.
My breathing starts to slow down. He stops sucking on me and then crawls back up towards the head of the bed. He captures my lips and draws me into a deep kiss. I can taste my cum on his lips and I try to pull away. The taste is repulsive, but he holds me there making me taste myself on his lips.
He pulls away and he gives me a small smirk. “You’re not a screamer.”
“Huh?” I reply. My brain is too muddled from my orgasm to process English.
He smirks and then briefly kisses me again. “When you came, you hardly made a sound.” He tries again and this time my brain cooperates and I can translate it.
I blush again and then simple shrug, “Roommates.” I explain.
He laughs and then kisses me. I can still taste the remnants of my cum, it still tastes awful, but I know better than to try and pull away.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers in my ear as he pulls away from our kiss.
I hesitate for only a moment before I reply, “Yes I do sir.”
He gives me a soft smile before he reaches into the black bag he places earlier on the bed. He pulls out a length of black cloth. “Close your eyes.” He tells me and I follow his instructions. He encourages me to sit up and I do before I feel him place the cloth over my eyes. He secures it in place around the back of my head before kissing me again. “Lay back down on your stomach.” He instructs.
I lay down with some difficulty and he gives me a pillow to rest my head on. It’s an interesting experience just laying here know that something is coming, what exactly I’m not sure, but it’s something that’s going to be beyond my wildest dreams.
He moves away from me for a moment. He was still there because I could just feel his presence but he wasn’t right there next to me. When he returned he straddled my hips and I realize with a shock that he is still wearing his pajama pants. I feel his breath on the back of my neck. “Just enjoy.” He whispers before kissing behind my ear.
Something wet and warm is poured onto my back. His hands start to massage and the liquid gets warmer with his touch. He finds the knots in my upper back and his hands work like magic making them disappear. I feel myself being relaxed by his touch. I am so relaxed that I hardly realize when he moves off of me. The bed dips to my left side and he resumes my massage.
His hands are moving lower now. Instead of just massaging my back he’s rubbing down to back of my knee and all the way back up. He occasionally adds more of the warm liquid to my body but for the most part, his hands just work over me.
I am on the edges of sleep when I feel his fingers on the clef of my ass. They are slick and warm. His fingers rub up and down and I let out a slow moan into my pillow. One of his hands still massages my lower back while the other is now rubbing the outside of my hole.
I haven’t done this before and when I go to tell him this, his reply was to turn my head and kiss me, before telling me to just relax, that it would feel good. His hands go back to massaging me for a few minutes and I feel myself relax back into a semi-sleep stage.
He kisses the back of my neck and that wakes me enough to realize that he is no longer massaging me. One of his hands has my ass lightly parted to expose my hole while his fingers from his other hand are pressing into me. I jump a little as one slides into me, but I soon relax. His hand has gone back to rubbing my lower back as he very slowly moves in and out of me.
I feel even more of the warm liquid being spread before he starts to press a second finger into me. This time I gasp, as my body puts up a slight protest. He rains kisses along my back before I feel his hand on my stomach. He encourages me to lift my hips and I do, raising myself up on my knees. His free hand goes to my now re-hardened cock and the pain is forgotten.
His fingers search deep inside of me. I actually feel like they are going to poke through my hard stomach. I resist the urge to feel my abdomen and see if I can’t in fact feel his fingers there. He goes a bit deeper and holy SHIT! I jerk back as he pulls his fingers away trying to get that feeling again.
He presses in again and there it is. I let out a loud gasping moan. “Feel good?” he asks me.
“Oui…” I gasp out as he presses in again. I want to tell him to keep pressing there I want to tell him that this is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had. The words are caught in my throat as he presses me there once more.
Then he stops.
His fingers withdraw from me and I half-scream out “Non!” in protest.
“Shh. It will be much better in a moment.” He hisses in my ear.
He’s still at my side kneeling next to me when I feel something lightly probing me.
I tense for a moment but force myself to relax, remembering the feeling when his fingers were in me and I know I desperately want to feel that again. I jump when what ever he slid into me presses there. I allow a low moan to escape my throat when it begins to vibrate.
His fingers join the slim vibrator and he moves it slowly in an out of me. I’m squirming, and my heart is beating so loud and fast that I feel like it’s going to shoot out of my chest. With each loud thud of my heart, my cock grows even more painful.
He is unfortunately ignoring my cock. One hand was occupied playing with my ass and the other one was pressing between my balls and my ass. The sensations that are shooting through me are like none I’ve ever experienced.
I feel like my body is screaming with pleasure, like every fiber of my very being is humming a tune that is bringing me desperately close to the edge. If he would only touch my cock again.
I let out a low whimpering moan. In response he removes his hands and the vibrator from me. “Please” I beg. Right now my body is so aroused, I feel like I’m being torn apart waiting for that ultimate point of pleasure. I’ve never wanted to cum so bad in my whole life.
“Turn onto your back.” He instructs me. I follow his request. His hands, which are still slick with whatever he was rubbing on me, move over my chest and stomach. He moves down my legs, ignoring my cock totally. He lifts my legs at the knee and plants them firmly on the bed. I’m now totally exposed to him. I shiver lightly at the thought of what is going to come next.
I felt something hard pressing against me. But I couldn’t be him since I now could feel him leaning against me, still fully dressed. “What?” I ask and he just kisses the top of my knee in response to my question.
“Relax,” he tells me softly, as I feel it begin to press into me. The tip slides in easily, he pushes it in a bit more and my body screams in protest. I moan and arch trying to get away from the invasive thing. I feel his hands on my hips holding me in place.
“What, Arrêt, hurts, please.” My voice cracks as I try to escape his grasp.
“Just relax Kris, it will get better soon I promise.” His hands leave my hips and one goes back to slowly rubbing my stomach. “I want you to push out as I slide this in ok?”
“Ok.” I whisper. He starts to push in again and I try pushing out. It feels a little bit better but it still hurts. I feel it slide all the way inside of me. I let out a gasping breath as it pushes against my sweet spot.
He moves and I feel his lips on me as he starts to explore my mouth. “You ok?” he asks in-between kisses.
I nod in reply. The pain that had been sharp to begin with had now faded to a dull ache. It felt weird to have something so big inside me, but the feelings that it was sending though my body wanted what ever was going to happen next to happen. Now.
He leaves me again and I feel him moving what I’m surmising to be a toy, in and out of me. He changes the angle and the waves crash over me as he hits my sweet spot.
I move my hips to meet the movements of the toy; I’m doing everything I can to feel it pressing into me.
Moans rise and fall in my throat as he starts to press it harder into me. I start to move faster now and harder. The harder he slams the toy into me the better it feels. I eventually realize that he’s not longer moving the toy just holding it still as I fuck myself with it.
My head is dizzy and without knowing, my hand goes to my cock. Need. To. Cum. NOW!
Sutter takes my hand away. “No.” he tells me sharply, and I whimper in response.
“Please.” I beg him. Oh God please I need to fucking cum.
“Then cum, don’t touch your self just cum.” His words are jumbled in my brain but his actions allow me to do just that, as I go to slam myself down he pushes the toy hard into me and I lose it.
My mouth opens in a silent scream, my head swims and my whole body tenses. I can’t breath I can’t think all I can feel is pleasure. This has to be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. My hands grip at the sheet searching for something.
Oh God this is, God.
My mind goes out. I don’t know what happened because when I came to, my blindfold was gone. I lay underneath the sheets of my own bedroom dressed in my boxers. The tingles of orgasm have left me. There is no sign of the wetness that I had felt coating my stomach earlier.
I know this wasn’t a dream, but I don’t understand how I got back to my room.
I mean, it wasn’t a dream?
Was it?
~Fin!
Happy birthday bebe!
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Date: 2006-01-13 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 03:52 pm (UTC)I know I couldn't bring myself to actully make sutter get nakes I'm like EWWW old man much!!!
Thanks *g* glad you like it!!!! *cuddles Kris*
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Date: 2006-01-13 07:40 am (UTC)THAT WAS FUCKING HOTTTTT!!!!
Having Sutter doing that to Kris was rather weird, but it was still so fucking HOT!!!
There needs to be more World Juniors/Team Canada stories out there, especially Q Boys plus Benoit Pouliot. Gotta love those sexy French Boys eh?
Anyways, thank you so much for writing this. I really needed a hot fic to read after having an exhausting and intense week. You really made my night and perhaps my whole week. ;)
Much < 333
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Date: 2006-01-13 03:56 pm (UTC)Thanks!!!
It is kinda werid eh? but liek I said, naked sutter Eww, so toys are a ice option *g*
They do need more young boy stories eh? I've written one other Q story, (it's on my website) but it's had to find Jr.. fic. esp. becuase it's such a local thingy and the guys tend to only be with a team for a yesr or two before moving on.
*hugs* your welcome, i'm glad I could cheer someone up, as right now I seem to be doing s shitty-ass job of making people feel better!
<333 right back at ya love!
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Date: 2006-01-13 06:30 pm (UTC)And yes, I agree w/ you! Seeing Sutter naked is just ewww, creepy & revolting. At least the sex toys worked out. :)
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Date: 2006-01-14 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 07:39 pm (UTC)Also, in response to your comment to
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Date: 2006-01-14 12:40 am (UTC)I know! *sighs* I love my "Q" boys but your right Jr. Fic is non-existant (although right now I do have a *really* fun Titan bunny that is just *dying* to be written... we'll see....)
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Date: 2006-01-14 01:29 am (UTC)I love my "Q" boys but your right Jr. Fic is non-existant (although right now I do have a *really* fun Titan bunny that is just *dying* to be written... we'll see....)
*Nearly* non-existent. There's always hope. I've got some OHL like I always do lately, so, really, all we need is one more person to cover the WHL and we're all set. Well sort of. It's a start, right?
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Date: 2006-01-14 01:46 am (UTC)Ahh true, but we need more than one person per section eh?
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Date: 2006-01-14 03:01 am (UTC)I talk too much.
Ahh true, but we need more than one person per section eh?
I did say 'a start'. *amused*. (personally, selfishly, I just want a break so I don't feel like I have to write All of it)
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Date: 2006-01-14 03:09 am (UTC)I agree is a coach/player relationship ever equal? I think the answer is infact that no it's not, simply becuase no matter what the coach will have a power over the player that the coach is involeved with. Even if the coach doesn't excerise the power.
Jr. players tend to be either cocky bastards or shy and quite, and there doesn't seem to be a lot of middle ground. you've got 16-20 year old guys who are just trying to find there own way in to world, and your right I think it *is* the most changling hockey dynamic to write.
Maybe that's why there isn't more writer's, becuase it does take a certain talent to write it well.
and it gets boring not having anyone else write the same boys your write. Or no one writes your boys for a long time and when someone does pick up your boys you get over protective of them (Me and Sidney, damn I have to remember that other people have their own Sidney muses, but mine was the only one for so long that My muse had certian Idea's about how sids should be)
ok shutting up now!
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Date: 2006-01-14 04:17 am (UTC)Heh, that's the way most of us boys *are* at that age. Cocky, or painfully shy. Sometimes both depending. It's a way to avoid humiliation or loss either way. Like I said there's an extremism to the environment, which probably pronounces personality traits to either end of the spectrum. 16 to 20 is, as you say, trying to find your way -- one thing I've read is the conflict of needing social contact, affection, brotherhood, with the applied competition. You need to work well with your teammates, but at the same time, you all want the same limited goal. I have a theory that boys (or children) who are particularly heavily immersed in a sport from a very young age may exhibit traits similar to children with attachment disorders, but, that's just a posit. Don't know enough to really do more than bounce it around my own head.
It does get boring. Excruciatingly. On the other hand I do enjoy writing for its own sake, and for getting feedback, so it tends to work out, unless, like this week, I've been doing 'too much' writing and frying my brain to hell. It's nice to have a break and go read pr0n or angst or whatever.
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Date: 2006-01-15 01:47 am (UTC)Hey that's a really cool theory! I need to bring that up in Psych class. and yes I agree with you, just look at injured players, are they reacting the way becase they are pissed off that they are hurt? or are they reacting that way becuase they are upset about losing somthing they love.
:) I love reading hockey boy pr0n! it's a very nice escape!
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:21 am (UTC)I feel like I should pimp this book (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/077107560X/qid=1137291282/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-9321081-7456132?s=books&v=glance&n=283155) at you, because I think you'd enjoy it, and it's utterly fascinating. (since you're in Canada, I'd suspect that libraries have it around.) It brings up a number of points about power, use, misuse, and misunderstanding of, by coaches, by players, by staff and parents. And it focuses on junior hockey.
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:27 am (UTC)Because yea I totally agree with your theories
Ooo very cool, damn I already made my bi-weekly venture to the only-english book store in town, i'll have to ask for it when I go in next :) sounds like a *very* cool book!!
have you read it?
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:31 am (UTC)A bookstore might not have it unless it's a big one because it's somewhat obscure and maybe not recent enough (though it may be less obscure in Canada, after all). But between that and whatever local libraries are around I'm sure someone does. (easier to find there than here, that's for damn sure.)
I've read it, I own it actually. :)
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:36 am (UTC)lol the english book store here is barely bigger than my bedroom, and that's saying somthing... all the local libaries are FRENCH (arugh!)
:) must be a good read!
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:49 am (UTC)*checks* Why, yes. Yes I am. *amused* (I'd guess there must be at least one other guy on this board, but it's also possible I'm the only one.)
the english book store here is barely bigger than my bedroom, and that's saying somthing... all the local libaries are FRENCH (arugh!)
That's not so good. Understandable since the vernacular is mostly French, but, well. Kind of pesky when you've got a book you want. I think I've been spoiled by library networks here where you could probably find a book in any language, from obscure Ukrainian dialects to Haitian Creole and probably Quebecois French, too.
It is a good read. That, and it was impossible to find it in my neck of the woods. Literally. Even wrangling with academic libraries.
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:56 am (UTC)vernacular?? lost me there bebe, and yea our system in NS ROCKS! but the one here sucks royally!
yea I can get the girls at the book store to order it for me! (they love me *g*)
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Date: 2006-01-15 03:05 am (UTC)"Vernacular" = fancy word for dominant language of an area, a country, locality, province.
Special orders are our friends. I bothered amazon until they gave it up.
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Date: 2006-01-15 03:07 am (UTC)Ahhh don't use fancy words my brain is FRYED!! from studying!
:)
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Date: 2006-01-15 03:26 am (UTC)I like my fancy words. The key I figure is that when you have 1 fancy word, you don't need to use 10 smaller words to say the same thing. ;) (I'll be nice. Mostly. Until I forget.)
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Date: 2006-01-15 03:29 am (UTC)lol I like my fancy words too, it's fun to use big words ans watch really stupid people look at you werid! *G*
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Date: 2006-01-15 03:49 am (UTC)It's funny sometimes, but I've found it just starts to get really *tiring* stopping to explain every five minutes. Sometimes I wonder if this isn't why my fic doesn't get more feedback, but I think that's just being selfish. *grins*
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Date: 2011-02-03 11:12 pm (UTC)Wow thanks so much for your compliments! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
xx
Angela