Pucking Novels & Stories

as punishment fuel for beer pong. “House rules,” Jack announces, tossing the ping pong ball like it’s a sacred relic. “Bounce shots count for double, elbows over the edge and you drink two of Cam’s Delight. Not finishing in one gulp? Rule violation. Punishable by another cup.” Jack gestures at the cloudy, unholy-looking liquid sitting in a plastic jug by the table. I can’t stop myself. “What the hell is in that?” Cam sighs, shoulders sagging. “They’re exaggerating. It’s not that bad. It’s… healthy.” His voice trails off, but his eyes are fixed longingly on the pile of kids with chicken drumsticks, like he’s genuinely considering swapping lives.

"Lick them. Suck them. Please." Mr. Parker lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue teasing, pressing and teeth nibbling. I throw my head back and cry out. Fuck. His mouth. I arch backward, breast pushing forward, body tight while he sucks me like he means it. He's flicking my nipple back and forth. I love what he's doing, especially when he circles the peak of my hard bud. I'm creaming in my panties, cunt wanting. I've never ached like this for any other guy. Just him, Mr. Parker.

Wearing a leather jacket and an annoying smirk while laughing girl on one side, a jock bro on the other. Who knew I was going to run into my bully here?

I know the play I’d normally make pass, wait, protect the puck. Not today. Not now. Not with Nathan’s little voice in my head and Carter’s smile burning behind the crowd. It’s me. Puck. Net. One shot. One chance. Not this time. Not today. I see it all the puck, the angle, the tiny sliver of net just waiting for me. The goalie’s in perfect position. Any mistake, even a millimeter, and it’s over. I shift my weight, coiling like a spring. Stick pulled back. One heartbeat pause. Then snap wrists whipping, puck flying like a missile from a taut bow.

Dark hair messy beneath his helmet like a cologne commercial designed to ruin women financially and emotionally. Still an asshole though. “You’re watching this again?” she asked. Ethan finally glanced at her. “This was his hat trick game.” “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me.” “It means he scored three goals in one game.” “Congratulations to him and his violent ice soccer.” Ethan gasped in mock offense. “Did you just call hockey ice soccer?” “Yes.” “That’s offensive.” She bit into her toast. “You know what’s offensive? The fact that this man has rejected me four times this month.”

Thirty seconds left. Zane controlled the puck behind his own net. He looked up and saw Jaxon flying across center ice, his stick low, eyes locked on him like a predator. Zane pushed off hard. The whole arena seemed to hold its breath. He tried to shield the puck, but Jaxon was too quick. One clean poke check and the puck was gone. Jaxon took off and raced towards the Thunder Wolves’ goal. Zane chased with everything he had, his legs screaming, but Jaxon was already winding up.

"What?" "What made you think that?" She pointed toward my jersey. "The jersey." I looked down, then back at her. Then down at the jersey again. "I still don't understand." The girl laughed. "That's what puck bunnies do." I frowned. "What the hell is a puck bunny?" Her eyes widened. "You don't know?" "No." She looked genuinely shocked. Like I'd just admitted I didn't know how to breathe. "A puck bunny is basically a hockey player's girlfriend."

"Right. Biomechanics." By the third period, the opposing side fought back hard, tying it up 2-2 on a power-play tip-in. The home crowd was deafening, the arena vibrating under our feet. With less than two minutes on the clock, Declan won the draw in the defensive zone, drove the puck up the boards under heavy contact, and executed a crisp, cross-ice saucer pass to Tobias. Tobias buried it into the top corner—a 3-2 victory.

He taunted, pushing in deeper and faster. Angel bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from whimpering. He always knew that deep down Eli only saw him as a way to satisfy his desires. No one could know that the perfect hockey player was fucking gay and fucking his teammate. He had been easy. Angel gritted his teeth, hands gripping the sides of the table. “Fuck you!” Without any warning, he shoved Eli back. Eli stumbled due to the suddeness of the push. He opened his mouth to say something even more demeaning, Angel was sure, but he didn't let him and punched him in the face. “You are a—”

I respected that about him. “Again, Peters!” I chased Corey toward the boards, legs already burning. He protected the puck with his body. Yesterday, I would’ve tried to overpower him. Today, I waited. Corey shifted his weight. I slipped my stick between his and the boards and knocked the puck loose. “Son of a—” I took off. “PUCK BUNNY!” The bench erupted. I should’ve hated it. Instead, I grinned. Aaron was open. I passed. He scored.