Gay Hockey Books Novels & Stories

I had been told my dad was fixed, so this meant the condoms were either for my dad to wear to avoid STDs or for others to wear while fucking my mom so she didn’t get an STD or become pregnant. I also found a ton of DVD porns and a lot were themed around wives getting fucked, gang banged and swinger orgies. After found all these great things in a simple place like their nightstand, I set out to see what else I could find. I played hockey in highs school and remember starting in my junior year, after practice and games, I would always shower with my team members. Everyone was very comfortable with their bodies even to the extent that we would all be totally fine with shaving our cocks in front

The next few chapters are a series of stories that follow on from each other and have different peoples points of views. These was going to be released as a completely different book all together but seen as I decided to merge all three of Tales OF A Gay Man books together I will more than likely just keep adding to these. Also be very much appreciated if you can share and recommend my book/s with your friends and also share your thoughts on the stories published before and after the start of this next mini series of Tales Of A Gay Man, maybe even pass on some inspiration for new chapters or even a new book.

"You're literally only two years older. Chill with the old man act." He chuckled and reached over to ruffle my hair like I was still a little kid. "I've got practice," he said, grabbing his hockey bag. "Text me if you need anything, alright?" "Aight, Captain," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. Kai Mercer, captain of the Briar Ridge Eagles. Golden boy on campus. Stupidly hot on the ice. And unfortunately, my stepbrother. The same guy I kept having filthy dreams about. I really needed to get my shit together.

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.

So I had been drinking all day with my rugby team, as it got later I got more and more horny being around all these muscled and much younger studs so conveniently left the group and made my way to a 24 hour gay bar I heard of. This bar is unique in that it’s a normal bar but you also have access to a very small sauna upstairs. I’m already very drunk but order myself a double whisky and coke. There’s no one in apart from a group of young lads in the corner.

"You look like a mad dog!" Gosh, hubby is still shy, I know he's crazy about me, don't be shy, you should imitate me with a thick face. "Just tell me because it's---" "I thought you were hungry, why are you talking so much!" "It's you!" "What am I!?" "Because you're so handsome!" I'm teasing. He looked at me seriously. "What a handsome man! I'm beautiful no M A G A N D A as in beautiful and not handsome!" He bluntly said that you are gay. you are the most beautiful but I am even more beautiful, no one can beat me duh!

“Let me guess. He’s twenty, plays college hockey at Dalton, scouts drooling over him for the NHL. Cocky, abs for days, the whole arrogant-jock package.” Dad’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ve done your homework.” “I Googled him the second you said ‘engaged.’” I grabbed my phone from under the pillow, pulled up Chase Hartley’s I*******m, and tilted the screen toward Dad. Shirtless gym selfies. Lake days with girls draped over him. Comments screaming heart-eyes and thirst. “He’s literally a walking red flag with a stick.” “He’s a good kid, Sloane. Driven. Respectful.”

"I never had a name. Just a bench, and a girl who wasn't afraid of me before she knew who I was." My hands felt awkward, too large for my pockets. "I broke my ankle a few months after that summer. I never went back." "What happened?" I told him. Not about Celeste, that door was still too heavy to open, but I told him about the stairs, the slick patch of oil, the surgery, and the joint that never quite forgave me. The end of hockey as anything but a game I watched through a lens. He listened, as if sitting still cost him physical effort.

As my fingers keyed in the code to my locker, my eyes flickered down the hall. That’s when I spotted him—Tyson, pressed up against some girl, his hands tangled with hers at his locker like they were in their own little world. I scoffed, rolling my eyes and looking away before he could catch me staring. I focused on retrieving my books for my first class, shutting my locker with more force than necessary. A tap on my shoulder made me turn and I found Chase standing there. "Hey." I greeted, shifting the books in my arms as I leaned casually against my locker.