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my momsold me to Scott Hunter

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hunterfan228125 newbie ⭐ 282 posts

Dec 4, 2006 at 11:52pm My name is Sidney and I want to be the greatest hockey player in the wohle world. I knew this since I was basically a baby and first put my baby skates on the ice. Everyone said when they saw me, "wow, he's going to b e really amazing at hockey and I am. I was in timbits and then travel leegue and was always the best because if you believe in your self and work hard you can be the best. I was going to juniors where I can be the best too but there was one problem standing between mea nd the MLH. My mom told me about it at breakfast. She looked sad. I walked in and saw her and she started to cry. She was looking at her checkbook. "Mom" I said. "What's the matter?" My mom starts to cry. "Please don't worry, Sidney" she said. "It's just your hockey is so expansive. The qeuipment and fees for camp and now juniors." "Can't we afford it?" I asked. "I though we had money. My dad walks in. He starts to cry. "Honey, the bank just called" he said. "They say if you write another check theyre going to atke the house away." "No!" I said. We lived in the same house my hole life. "But if I don't write the check, how will Sidney be the best hockey player in the world??" My mom starts to cry. I feel like I might hcry but hockey teaches me how to be tough so I don't. "ISn't there some way we can afford hockey and keep the house?" I ask. My mom nods. "Well maybe there might be one way maybe. If we find a rich famous hockey player that can take you in and teach you hockey and pay for it." "Tha'ts a great idea!" I explain. "I would love to learn hockey from a famous MLH player." I thought about the poster on my bedroom wall of Scott Hunter, the best hockey player in the world. But someday I know I'll be even better than him. "There's one problem" she said. "If we do that, he'll own you and you ahve to do whatever he says no matter what." I shake my head. "It's okay Mom. Ill do whatver it takes to be the best hockey player." That's how my mom sold me to Scott Hunter.

The first time Shane met Scott hunter in person, of course, was on the ice his rookie year, only a month into the regular season. At the starting face-off, they bent toward one another, and Hunter looked him right in the eye. "Alright, rook," he said. "Let's see what all the hype is about."

It was the first — but certainly not the last — time that Shane played a Major League Hockey game with a hard-on. Montreal lost, and Hunter didn't say another word to him.

When he called his mom the next morning, she asked, her voice teasing, "So, how did it feel playing against your big hero?"

"What?" Shane said, glancing at the bathroom door to make sure his roommate hadn't silently snuck back into their room. "He's — I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on, sweetie. The poster is still on your bedroom wall here."

"Oh, God. What?" He hadn't slept in his childhood bedroom since Christmas. Went straight from Kingston to vacation with his parents to training camp. "Mom, you have to take that down. What if someone sees it?"

"Shane," she admonished. "Who's going to see it?"

He thought, perhaps absurdly, of Rozanov finding out about it, and then he was thinking about Rozanov and about sucking dick, and part of him felt like his mom was going to be able to read his mind over the phone, so he frantically put it out of his head.

God. Shane should have taken it down at Christmas. Instead, he jerked off to it for the millionth time, even though he knew he'd have to look the actual human person, Scott Hunter, in the eye in less than a year. If humiliating oneself was an Olympic event, Shane would be the champion of the world.

Their next game, a home game, the Metros had figured out their footing a little better, and Shane came just shy of his first hat trick. The Admirals still won, but Scott hunter passed him on his way off the ice and nodded. "Alright, Hollander," he said. "I think I get it now."

When Shane got home, he paced at the foot of his bed for maybe half a minute before pulling open his sock drawer, fishing a box out from the bottom of it, and retrieving his lube and dildo from it. He set them on the bed and stared at them, his heart hammering.

He'd been using it more often lately, though whether that was down to living alone or the thing with Rozanov, Shane wasn't sure. It wasn't the right kind for anal, he knew, the suction cup at the base not wide enough. He didn't dare put it in more than halfway and had to keep a careful grip on it the whole time. Probably, he should suck it up and buy a better one, but hadn't figured out how to do so without risking someone connecting the purchase to him.

This one was a gift, of sorts. More like a prank. Shane's first year in juniors, a few of the older boys decided to teach him humility and gave it to him wrapped in pink wrapping paper, then made him suck it in front of them or else they would tell the whole team they found it in his bag. It was just one of a hundred awful memories from those years, but at least he'd gotten a souvenir out of it.

Shane pulled up that night's game on the ESPN website, stuck a piece of sticky tack over his laptop camera, and fucked himself until he came before the first intermission.

hunterfan228125 newbie ⭐ 282 posts

Dec 4, 2006 at 11:53pm I took a taxi to a huge house in the middle of New York City. "Wow" I said when I got out of the taxi. "The person that lives here is really rich." I didn't know whos house it was because the MHL didn't tell me when my mom sodl me. I knock on the door. The door opens, and I lamost passed out. It was Scott Hunter, my favorite hockey player! "Hi you must be Sidney" said Scott Hunter. He is so hot. He doesnt have a shirt on andh is muscles are huge and his nipples are hard. His tiny shorts were so tight I can see how big his dick is. It's big. Also his face isi very handsome but I know that from staring at the poster on my wall. Scott Hunter smiled at me with his pecs flexing. "If you come in this house you ahve to do exactly what I say do you understand?" I nod. "I understand Mr. Hunter. I'll do anything if you teach me to be the best hockey player in the world." "I'm the best hockey player in the world" he said. "I can teach you to be second beest." I laughed. "We'll see about that." He liked my attitude and brought me inside. Inside the house was huge and expensive like a house from a magasine. Scott (I guess I should call him Scott since he owns me now) touched my back and showed me all the rooms. THe kitchen. The dining room. He has a pool inside and a gym with lots of wait machines and tredmills and bikes and everything else a big gym has. But that wasnt the best part even. The gym was in the basement but there was another basement under that even. We got in an elevator and went to the lowest basement and there he had a whole hockey rink in the basement. "This is where I practice hockey" Scott siad. "This is where I'll teach you." and he showed me a locker filled with gear. "Wow GRAF G5 skates!" I said. "I wanted these so bad! How did you know?" Scott said, "They're the best. If you're going to be a grea thockey plaeyer you need the best gear." The gloves were Vapor XXX and Takla 9000 pants and of course a Bauer XXX stick. It's all brand new and fits me perfect. "You can put that on later when we practice" Scott said. "We need to finish the tour of the house." "Can I see my room?" I ask wondering where I'm going to sleep. Scott said, "No. I'm using all the rooms in this house so you have to sleep in my room." Scott's room is big with a big bed in the middle the kind wiht a canopy over it. He points at it. "OK Sidney you get to sleep at the foot of the bed." I'm shcoked. "Like a dog?" I ask. "Yes like a dog. That's because youre my rookie now."

Rookies hardly ever got voted in for All Stars, but nobody was surprised when Shane and Rozanov made the list. It was a relief that it would be Europe vs. North America. The thought of sharing a locker room with Rozanov after what they did after the commercial shoot... well, he might have faked an injury to get out of it. In fact, he was so relieved that it didn't occur to him until he got to Nashville that he would be sharing a locker room with Scott Hunter.

That was fine, though. The Hunter thing was a stupid teenage crush, and Shane could be professional.

"Ginger ale?"

Shane startled so hard at the voice behind him, he almost dropped said ginger ale, spinning around to stare, wide-eyed, up at Scott Hunter. Very elegantly, he said, "What?"

Hunter gestured at his drink. "It's All Stars, rook. You can cut loose. Have a beer."

"Oh. Um, I'm — I'm not nineteen yet. Or, I guess, it's twenty-one in the States."

With a smirk, Hunter came around the table Shane had parked himself at and leaned both hands on it. "I don't think anyone's gonna narc on you if you have a beer."

Shane grimaced, glancing around them to see if anyone was near enough to overhear. "I don't like drinking," he admitted.

Hunter lifted an eyebrow. "Hollander! I thought you were underage," he said, smiling. "How do you know you don't like drinking? Unless you had a troublemaker phase."

He was making fun, Shane realized with a flush. He fixed his eyes on the table, not sure why his pulse was thrumming so fast all the sudden. "I got drunk once in juniors," he mumbled. "I didn't like it."

Which was an understatement. He'd had a bottle of corner store whiskey duct taped to his hand by two older boys in his billet house and every time he let it touch something — set it on a table, bumped someone, brought it against his chest because his arm was getting tired — he had to take a drink. Shane blacked out at some point, woke up still drunk, and puked out the window into a garden bed. He was sick for two days afterward.

Hunter didn't respond for long enough that Shane was about to risk looking up at him. Then he tapped twice on the table and said, "Alright. Well, enjoy your ginger ale, rook."

hunterfan228125 newbie ⭐ 282 posts

Dec 4, 2006 at 11:55pm When it was night time I layed down on the foot of the bed like Scott told me but it was very uncomfortable because he's very tall and he was in the bed so his feet were there and I had to scrunch up. I tried really hard to go to sleep and not make a fuss but after a while he said "Can't you sleep?" and I said "No i'm trying but it's too uncomfortible I'm so sorry Mr Hunter". He said "Okay maybe I can let you sleep normal in the bed but you have to do something for me first." I'll do anything you want anyway" I said. "I will do anything for you" "Even suck my dick?" he asked and then he takes his dick out. It's big and hard and probably like eight or nine inches or maybe more even. Even though ireally want to I'm a little scared." Mr. hunter I've never done that before" I said. Scott said "Well if youre gonna learn to be a great hockey player frist you have to learn to do this." "What if someone finds out and thinks I'm gay??" He shook his head. "I won't tell anyone it's our secret." So I went up and put my mouth on his dick and it tasted amazing but it was kind of hard (ha ha) and I felt like my teeth were in the way but he told me what to do and soon I was doing it amazing and I didn't evenchoke when it went to my throat. "you're doing so good it's like you're naturaly talented at sucking dick" he said and moaned. He asked "Are you hard? Do you like sucking dick so much you're getting hard?" "Yes Mr. Hunter" I said but first I had to take my mouth off his dick and then I put it back on because I love having his dick in my mouht. "Don't touch your dick" he said. "Only I get to touch your dick now, do you understand?" But this time I didn't want to take his dick out of his mouth but he understood anyway that I meant yes. "Oh my god" said Scott. "I'm gonna cum your'e gonna make me cum" and he did and I swallowed everything and it tasted amazing. Then Scott Hunter took all my clothes off and he touched my dick and jerked me off so much better than when I do itto myself. "You look so good you're so hot" he said while he touched me everywhere and then finally I cummed. He cleaned everything up after and then he said "You can sleep in the bed next to me Sidney. You're the best rookie I ever had. No one ever made me feel the way you do." "I feel the same way" I said. "Can I sleep normal in the bed with you forever?" Scott smiled. "If you keep making me cum like that yes you can" he said.

He'd gotten it all tangled up in his head somehow. Scott Hunter and liking guys and the fucking dildo. The last night of ASG, Rozanov pressed his dick to Shane's hip and touched his asshole and said sucking dick made him gay, like he thought this was a shocking revelation. Like maybe Shane hadn't noticed these things about himself until fucking Rozanov jacked off in front of him in a shower.

So Shane, surprising himself, told him about the dildo. Not how he got it, of course. God, not that. Just admitting he had it was humiliating enough, and when Rozanov started cracking jokes about it with a fingertip still circling his asshole, it made his stomach twist, made him want to go crawl in a hole and never leave.

Rozanov pulled him back, whining pathetically enough that it made him relent. "I want to fuck you," he said. Something about it, maybe the 'want,' settled Shane.

He rolled over. Traced the curve of Rozanov's jaw with his gaze. "Not here," he decided. "Not with fucking Scott Hunter right next door." Because it was stupid as fuck, but he still felt his childhood hero's presence on the other side of the hotel wall like a spotlight he needed to dodge.

"He is hot," Rozanov observed, and Shane settled even more, embarrassed but feeling oddly included by the comment. How many times had he listened to his teammates talk about hot girls?

And after they'd negotiated the details, the next time that made Shane feel a jolt of panic if he let himself think about it, Rozanov put his fingers to Shane's hole again and asked, "But you still let me play with you tonight, hmm? Little bit?"

Shane tried so hard to be quiet. It was tough, two fingers twisting into him, Rozanov's lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He gripped the pillow with both hands, hips twisting of their own accord. Every noise that burst from his lips, every bitten-off fuck or gasp Rozanov or wordless half-shout when his fingers curled in and up just so, Shane remembered that Scott Hunter was on the other side of that wall, and it made him want to die and made him want to come and made him want to shout again.

Then he'd look down at Rozanov's handsome face, staring up and hungry with want. Next time, he wanted to fuck Shane. In two weeks. The way he was twisted half on his side between Shane's legs, he could see Rozanov's flushed dick, curving up toward his belly. In two weeks he was going to have that inside him.

He didn't last very long.

Later, Shane slipped out of the room and got all the way to the elevator when a door opened behind him. The elevator dinged, its doors sliding open. He glanced back as he stepped inside and met Scott Hunter's eye for one brief, heart-stopping moment. The doors closed.