Gay Hockey Books Novels & Stories

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

She was already in the middle of it, and the game hadn’t even started. Game day arrived like a storm. The arena buzzed with energy, fans screaming, sticks clattering, skates slicing ice. Mila stood on the sidelines, ready at the first sign of trouble. Minor falls, twisted ankles, bruises—she handled each calmly. Her mind raced, eyes scanning, assessing, correcting. The men’s reactions were telling. Kai’s glance lingered longer than strictly necessary. Luka’s gaze was unblinking, studying, calculating. Ryder smirked in approval at her confidence and composure. Jace’s admiration was obvious, unrestrained, youthful, and intense.

"Wait..I never asked you to be gay" "Well,that's what I'm gonna be. Gay" Scott said excitedly. "You can't just decide to be gay, can you even like a boy. You find it hard to like anybody. Then a boy? I'm in no mood for jokes" Jackson said as he poured himself another glass. "Ohh.. Jackson,dare me" Scott said determined. "Okay, we'll do it like this. I'll set you up with a gay friend of mine. You guys will met up at the hotel tomorrow night. Are you still up for the task?" Jackson smirked.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with my casual delivery. I laughed, letting the sound fill the space. “I play hockey. That’s it. Nothing fancy.” She stepped inside, heels clicking against the hardwood. “It’s… really nice.” She said it again, softer this time, as if she were testing me. I motioned toward the study. “We’ll do the assignment over there. That’s where all the magic happens.” She followed, glancing around, her expression calculating. “You have… a lot of books.” “Most belong to my dad,” I admitted. “But the ones we actually need? Right here.”

They're sitting on the porch, watching as Taehee triple checks that all of Hyeri’s gear is in the trunk. Even with Hyeri running around the front yard and screaming like a banshee, it feels so nice and peaceful. Far more than the silence that comes with an empty house. They’re about to load into the car to leave when Haejin comes out with three plastic cups in his arm. Handing one to each of Andre, Dylan and Hyeri. “Strawberry smoothie with a bit of protein powder for the assistant hockey coach, banana smoothie for the assistant to the assistant hockey coach, and strawberry banana smoothie for the little hockey player in training.”

“You need to approach the person first. See how they feel before you confess everything.” “Brother… Can I tell you something else? Promise you won’t scold me or tell my sister.” I studied his face for a moment. “Fine. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.” He took a deep breath. “I… I’m gay. I like men.” The world around me seemed to fade. I stared at him, his ocean-blue eyes sparkling as he blinked nervously, waiting for my reaction. “Noah… what did you just say?” But the way he was looking at me—vulnerable, hopeful—made something in my chest tighten. I quickly recovered. “It’s okay. I promise your secret stays with me.” I stepped forward and gently brushed his hair. “Let’s go. We’re alre

Just his annoying stepsister who got in the way. I was so lost in my heartbreak that I wasn't watching where I was going. I clutched my notebook against my chest like a shield - the notebook that contained my most dangerous secrets. Inside those pages, I had written everything I could never say out loud. Stories about Ryan's perfect body, about touching his muscles, about kissing him until we both couldn't breathe. I also wrote about other hot guys on campus - their abs, their arms, their lips. Everyone at school was obsessed with these stories. They had been posted online anonymously, and the whole campus was trying to figure out who the mystery writer was. The one who wrote such detailed,

“Breathe. You’re gonna love this soon.” Then the real fucking began. Jax pulled back almost to the tip before slamming home with powerful, quarterback hips. Each thrust rocked Alex onto his toes, slamming his body against the lockers with loud metallic thuds. Wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, mixed with Alex’s broken moans and Jax’s filthy growls.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50