This is a work of fiction. The players and teams mentioned 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.
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Part Four: The Road to Belleville
After the events of the home opener, there wasn't going to be much time to rest. Our next game of the season was a road trip to Belleville to play the Bulls. For the uneducated, Belleville is not the best arena in the world for a road team to play at. Their fans can be the best and worst: the best if you're the Bulls, and the worst if you're any visiting team.
I had become quite familiar with the Belleville area, having played my minor hockey nearby. In fact, our team was affiliated with the Bulls, and they always made sure that we could go to a Bulls game anytime we wanted to. I had really expected that I was going to be drafted by the Bulls. I would have been a Bull, too, had it not been for Ottawa picking me one spot before Belleville's selection in the draft.
Going back to the Quinte Sports Center on the 67s team bus really brought back memories for me. I always made sure that I went to as many games as I was able to. I always preferred standing room since it gave me a chance to move around and watch the game from several different spots, but behind the net gave the most room and the best view. I would watch the Bulls' A-Line of Wellwood, Rowe and Radivojevic charge down the ice to score a power play goal on another unsuspecting visiting goalie. Of course, watching those gorgeous guys celebrate after the goal was another added pleasure.
Surprisingly, I also found out that a number of the 67s enjoy going to Belleville to play hockey. As Galbraith told me earlier, the Bulls have always had some of the best cocksuckers in the league. My mind began to work a mile a minute again, wondering if Wellwood was one of them. I had become good friends with Wellwood going to so many of the Bulls games, and we always managed to keep in touch during the season, including going for a bite to eat after the games. Of course, it didn't hurt that his rugged good looks always took my breath away whenever I saw him. He wasn't big (5-9, 170), but those big, beautiful brown eyes could melt ice on the coldest winter day, and his smile could light up the darkest room.
I had been so looking forward to this game, since I knew that the coach wanted to rest Kotyk for the game in Oshawa on Sunday. Of course, clumsy me had to dislocate my thumb in the morning practice by tripping on Galbraith's stick on the ice. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that he did it intentionally. It must have been the way I landed on my stick hand, but I don't think I ever saw a thumb turn as many colors as mine did. Anyway, the doctor at the hospital said that I'd have to rest it for a week and a half, which meant I wouldn't be playing on Saturday. The only person happy with that diagnosis was Ceci, the replacement goalie called up from the 67s affiliate. Galbraith even told me on the way back from the hospital that it wasn't going to be the same without me on the ice. It didn't make my thumb any less painful, but it did help me feel better.
When we got to Belleville, we found out that the scratches for the game would be me (of course), Rodney and Scully. The other two rookies hadn't played very well in the home opener on Friday, so the coach didn't want to take any chances with tonight's game. At least my dislocated thumb gave me a chance to visit with a lot of familiar faces around the arena that I hadn't seen in some time. I even ran into my old billets, the Smiths, and Mrs. Smith told me that they only came to the game tonight to see me play! I have to admit that it really felt good seeing so many people I knew, and it helped remove some of my disappointment at not being able to play my first OHL game.
I took my old spot behind the visitor's net to watch the game, just in time to hear the announcer's opening remarks. "Welcome to the Quinte Sports Center for tonight's game between the Ottawa 67s and your Belleville Bulls! Please delete from your line up for the Ottawa 67s, Shoney, Rodney and Scully. Scratched tonight from your Bulls, Stajan and Wellwood." My ears perked up as I heard that Wellwood wouldn't be playing tonight. That meant that there was a possibility that I would actually have a chance to see him around the rink and catch up on old times.
The Bulls won the opening face-off, and began their charge down the ice. I was intently watching the play forming when I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I turned around and found myself face to face with Wellwood, his arm in a sling.
"Shoney! How the hell have you been?" Wellwood said to me with a smile.
"Good. How come you're not playing tonight?" I asked.
"You obviously weren't looking at my arm when you saw me, otherwise you wouldn't have asked that question. Broke my forearm a couple of weeks ago in practice. I should probably ask you the same question!"
"Do you really need to ask?" I said as I held up my right thumb for Wellwood to see. "Dislocated it this morning in our practice."
"Understood. Anyway, I haven't seen you since our last playoff game last year against Barrie. Congrats on making the 67s; I still think that you should have been playing here with the Bulls."
"Yeah, I know," I answered. "You know that I love this place so much that I didn't want anything else but to play here this year. That's just the way things worked out. So, Campbell's not happy here?" I had heard that the Bulls' top goalie, Campbell, had been in a mood since training camp, and had essentially told management that he wanted to be traded.
"What else would you expect from him?" said Wellwood. "You probably heard that he's not getting along with the coach. He thought that the coach gave Chovan too many starts during the pre-season, and Campbell only wants to play where he's the number one goalie. I think his ego just got too big for his head."
"It's a wonder that Campbell's head still fits in his goalie helmet!"
"Yeah. Rowe finally told him in the dressing room that he should either put up or shut up, since the whole team was getting tired of listening to him."
"So now, he's just waiting for his trade?"
"Yep. Sound's like Guelph is trying to get him. They have a real problem with goaltending this year."
"Yeah. So, Wellsy, how the devil have you been?"
"Great! All the working out over the summer really helped me bulk up for this year. I probably put on 10 pounds more muscle than I had last year. I think it'll really help."
Just then, Rowe made a picture perfect pass to Radivojevic, who deftly put the puck past Ceci. The crowd went wild as the Bulls went ahead 1-0.
"You want to carry on this conversation someplace quieter? I can't even hear myself think out here."
"Yeah, Wellwood. Where do you want to go?"
"Well, the team has a small lounge under the south stands. Do you want to go there and grab a Coke?"
"Sounds good to me. Show me the way." I told Wellwood. As I followed behind, I got a great close-up look at that tight ass of his. I had to have him more than ever.
We finally ended up in the Bulls' lounge under the stands. It was a very basic setup, a couple of sofas and easy chairs, TV, VCR and stereo system in the corner, fridge on the other side of the room. I dropped into one chair, while Wellwood took the couch directly opposite my chair.
"So how are you enjoying playing in Belleville?" I asked Wellwood.
"It's as much fun now as it was last year as a rookie. Everything I learned from the veterans I'm using now. It's great! Let me show you something Rowe taught me." With that, Wellwood walked over to the stereo and popped in a CD. As the music started, Wellwood started doing his best stripper imitation. First the sports jacket came off, then the tie. Wellwood was right that he had bulked up over the summer; I could see the results through his crisp, white dress shirt. Next, he turned around and gave me a great view of his ass while he bent over to remove his dress shoes and socks. Standing back up, he slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt, giving a tantalizing slow motion view of that perfect chest.
"You enjoying this, Shoney?" Wellwood asked, smirking.
"You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this, Wellwood." I replied.
Wellwood walked over to the couch where I was sitting and promptly dropped himself into my lap. I was in heaven as Wellwood planted a big kiss on my left cheek. "Wellsy," I said. "You have know idea how long I've wanted to do this with you."
"Same here, Shoney. I just never had the nerve to do this while you were in Wellington. I figured that it was now or never, I only wish I'd done it sooner! Now, am I going to be the only one here without clothes, or are you going to join me?"
"You don't have to ask twice, Wellsy."
We very quickly relieved ourselves of our remaining clothes. I knew that Wellwood had been working out over the summer, but I didn't realize what a good job he had done bulking up.
"God, Wellsy. You have been working out. I could look at that body of yours all day."
"I could say the same thing about you. You weren't that ripped when I saw you last season."
"Yeah. The weights, land and on-ice work I got over the summer really worked."
We both finally decided we'd had enough small talk, and went at each other's cocks on the floor. Wellwood moaned in delight as I sucked away at his 9-incher. "Oh, fuck, Shoney. That feels awesome. Don't stop."
Having Wellwood's mouth on my member sent waves of pleasure through my body as he sucked my cock with enthusiasm I had never seen from anyone, including Galbraith. "God, Wellsy. Nobody's ever made me feel like THIS."
"Rowe taught me everything. It's easy when you learn from the master."
"Oh, shit. Keep it up, Wellsy, I'm ready to fucking shoot my load."
Wellwood continued to suck until I was beyond the point of no return. I shot a huge load of cum into his mouth. "Fuck, Wellsy. That was fucking amazing! I've never felt like that before."
"You ain't felt nothing yet, Shoney. I want to fuck that beautiful ass of yours." Wellwood said, with a small stream of cum dripping from his mouth and down his chin.
"I'm glad you finally asked, Wellsy."
We got up from the floor, and I laid back down on the couch so Wellwood would have easier access to my ass. He tongued my hole to make it easier to take his monster cock. When he finally figured that I was ready to take him, he lubed his cock up and began to push into my waiting hole. It felt so great having Wellwood's cock in my ass, since he had been the subject of so many of my dreams at night.
"Fuck, Wellsy! This feels so fucking amazing! Keep pounding my ass with your cock. I want your load up my ass." I was in complete ecstasy with Wellwood fucking my ass. I was groaning in pleasure with every thrust of his cock.
"I'm cumming, Shoney!!!" Wellwood yelled as he pulled out from my ass in time to shoot his entire load over my stomach.
"I've always wanted to do that with you, Wellsy. I'm glad I finally got the chance!"
"You know, Shoney, I just wish I had the nerve to ask you when you were in Wellington last year. That could have made for one hell of a season!"
"I think we should get ourselves ready," I said to Wellwood. "The game should be close to being done."
"I agree. Now I can't wait until the Bulls go to Ottawa in a couple of weeks," said Wellwood. We both put our suits back on and made ourselves look respectable before going back out to the rink.
"Last minute of play in the third period," came the announcement over the PA system. The crowd was very loud, especially since the Bulls had built up a 7-1 lead over my team, and I saw that Kotyk was back in net. It must have been a really tough game for Ceci, but I'd hear all about it on the bus to the hotel in Oshawa.
"Congratulations on the win tonight, Wellsy. We'll get ours the next time we play."
"Shoney, you've already gotten yours from me. And as always, the best team, the Bulls, will win the next time we play as well!"
"We'll see about that. It'll make it all the sweeter when I stop you on a breakaway."
"You're dreaming in color again, Shoney, aren't you?"
We both had a good laugh as the final buzzer sounded to end the game. We both headed to our respective dressing rooms to meet with our teams. As I arrived at our dressing room, I ran into Galbraith just entering the room.
"I didn't see you behind the net during the game, Shoney. What mischief did you try to get yourself into?"
"Not much, Galbraith. I was just catching up on old times with a good friend from around here. You might say that we caught up so much we missed the whole game!"
Galbraith got a good chuckle out of that one, since I think he knew what I meant. Somehow, I think that wasn't the last I would see of Wellwood for the season. It'll be interesting to see what happens when the Bulls come up to Ottawa!
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