Chapter 1
Bastian Vos
“Are you going to miss me being across the country at your new school?” she asks as her mouth slides down my cock. Wrapping my hand around her blonde hair, I groan when her warm tongue circles my tip.
“Of course, I’m going to miss you, baby,” I moan, wanting her to shut the fuck up already.
“How much?” she says, but I shove her head down my length.
“So much, baby. Keep going. Do that thing I like,” I beg as she cups my nuts, sliding a finger into my ass. “Yes, just like that. Fuck, Leelee,” I growl, as my toes curl at how good she makes me feel. She pumps her finger in and out of my tight hole as I think back to last summer at hockey camp.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say as he presses me against the back of our cabin door, sliding his hands in my pants, and pumping me slowly.
“You never got a handjob?” he asks, raising a brow.
“Not by a dude. But fuck. Don’t stop,” I groan as his grip tightens, picking up the pace. Pressing his lips against mine, he kisses me, biting my bottom lip as I caress his soft tongue with mine. He deepens the kiss, pushing his hard dick against me as I slowly drag my hands down his naked torso and into his sweats, finding his dick leaking with pre-cum. Swiping the tip with my thumb, he growls into my mouth and I swallow it down, wrapping my hand around his length. I pump him at the same pace as he strokes me until we both are swallowing each other's moans.
“Fuck, fuck. I’m going to cum,” I growl, holding her head down as she adds another finger into my ass, pumping in and out of me hard and fast. My body shivers as my nuts lift and I cum down her throat, choking her. Letting go of her hair, she releases me with a pop, wiping the corner of her mouth as she swallows my load.
“Damn, Bash, you’ve never cum that hard before. What were you thinking about?” she asks as I pull her up to me, kissing her lips.
“You, of course,” I lie as she blushes, leaning over to grab her phone from the nightstand.
“Shit, I’m late,” she panics, climbing off the bed, and putting her shoes on. I tuck my dick into my boxers and pull up my sweats, following her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I give her a tight squeeze.
“I know being apart is going to be hard, but we can get through it. After you graduate, you can come be with me, and all will be good in the world,” I say as she spins in my arms with tears in her eyes.
“I know. It’s just one year apart, and Thanksgiving will be here before we know it. Kick ass out there, Mr. Hockey Scholarship.” She smiles, pressing her lips to mine. I kiss her back before she steps away, throwing her hoodie over her head.
“Call me when you land!” she says, raising a brow, and I nod.
“I will, don’t worry. Get home before you get in trouble,” I tell her, and she giggles, then hops out of my bedroom window. I watch as she walks down the block to where she parked and gets in her car. I don’t shut my window until I see her taillights in the distance.
Pressing my head against the glass, I take a deep breath. I really should cut her loose. My feelings for her are virtually non-existent. It’s more of a comfort thing at this point than anything else. We’ve been together all throughout high school, but I hate to admit that during senior year things changed between us. She became distant and very focused on her dance career and less supportive about my hockey one. I can’t just place the blame on her though. Everything changed for me the summer before senior year. I shake my head and walk over to my bed, not wanting to think about that time, at least not the reason why I did what I did to Zan. I swear I pay for it every time I’m inside Leelee. I end up fantasizing about him and it sucks. It's not fair to her. I mean, she gets me off, but not like Zan did last summer, and I fucked that all the way up. “Fuck!” I yell, as my voice echoes through the space.
Plopping back on my bed, I lean back against the pillow, looking around the empty room. Everything I need for my first year of college has already been sent across the country, so all I need is my carry-on bag and I’m ready to take on New York. I have no idea who my roommate is, but hopefully, it’s not some asshole I won’t get along with. Guess I’ll find out when I get there. Rolling over, I set my alarm for a few hours from now so I can get to the airport early.
New York, here I come.
Chapter 2
Lyzander Corbit
Last night, I arrived at St. Vincent's University in New York. I purposely arrived early so I could situate my dorm before my roommate arrived, along with wanting to get a head start with practice since I’m team captain. Attending this college has always been a dream for me. It’s always been my first choice, no matter the other offers I received. Hockey is in my blood, and this is the best school in the country for it. I’m interested to see who I will be rooming with this year, and I hope it's not some nerd that doesn’t like to have fun, because he’s going to need to find another place to stay. I laugh to myself as I leave the locker room and head onto the ice. I do a few laps and take a deep breath.
Finally, being on my own, I’m ready to fuck shit up and have a good time. My father told me to sink into all the pussy I can while being here. The man is oblivious to the girlfriend I’ve had since right before I left for summer camp. No matter how many dinners we’ve had together, he still tells me to get rid of her andhave fun while I’m here. He also doesn’t know that I love dick more than pussy. There’s nothing like stretching out a tight hole while jerking a hard cock, listening to the sounds I rip from a man's mouth. I don’t tell anyone about what I’m into, not since last summer, but whatever.
As long as I keep my grades up, he won’t be bothering me for anything, because once I go pro, the partying will end. It’s always been just me and my dad my whole life. My mother left shortly after she had me, leaving my father to raise me. From what I’ve been told, she’s never tried to reach out, and I’ve never looked for her. I don’t really have a reason to either. Dad didn’t remarry but I know he’s seeing someone, especially when he says he’s going away on “business”. I heard him talking to her the other night, and from what I gathered, he’s looking into opening a new headquarters near her town just to be closer to her. I’m happy for the old man. As long as he stays out of my way, I don’t care what he does with his life. I hate thinking about this shit when I'm on the ice though. The ice is my happy place, but it also brings back memories of summer camp that I don’t want to remember.
Getting annoyed with my own thoughts, I leave the rink and head for the showers. Walking into the empty locker room, I strip from my gear and step into the shower. Turning on the spray, I stand under the cold water, letting it cool down my warm skin. My dick hardens as a memory flashes through my mind.
“You gonna break up with that girlfriend of yours when you get back home?” I ask, wrapping my hand around his length as he stands in the shower with his back to me. Pumping him slowly, he lays his head against the cold tile as I run my hard cock between his ass cheeks.
“I told you I would! W-what about you?” he pants as my fist glides up and down his thick length.
“ I definitely am, but if you don’t, I’ll be paying you a visit and I’ll do it myself. Does she make you cum as hard as I do, Buttercup?” I whisper, biting down on his shoulder.
“Never,” he moans out.
