Handle Me

by Unfortunate Reads

I’ve just always felt a weird reverence around my pregame time. It’s my time to clear my mind, connect with my body and my equipment. Become one.

Actually, that’s not true. I haven’t always felt this way. I’ve always been ‘quirky’ as my family called me, but I didn’t start falling into this strict routine until a few months ago when I got my sponsorship deal with Tower Stix. When they handed me the prototype of the stick they wanted me to endorse, everything seemed to change.

Mmm, I love when he uses his thumbs.

I have this weird tightness in my chest that I’m forgetting something.

“I wonder…”

I’m nothing more than a gazelle caught in the dangerous path of a lion.

The expanse of bronze skin on display makes me wish I had hands to drag over it. His proud, jutting cock makes me curse my maker for not giving me a mouth to wrap around it.

I will have to eternally suffer knowing I’ll never write anything as good as this sentient hockey stick romance

If I could shudder, I would. Jace may touch me all the time, but he’s never handled me like this.

This experience dulls all of those in comparison. I can sense how good I’m making Jace feel, hear his grunts as he shifts me deeper. Each of the ridges spiraling around my grip drags against his sensitive walls.

No one that can love this 6’ 3” hockey god like I can. If I could only move.

Closing my eyes, it sounds like a little voice is talking to me in my mind. No one is here but us, Jace. Ride me. Use me for your pleasure.

Deep inside me, an ice cold liquid erupts into my channel and I hear my subconscious moaning my name.

Another moan rocks through me at the unexpected feeling before I scramble away from the piece of equipment I just fucked, and that I think just came in my ass.

Gone is the strong grip from our tryst, replaced by the softest brush of his fingertips, the pads dragging across my surface reverently. I wish I was bare for him, that this layer of tape wasn’t in the way.

Did the stick…come? Do I have hockey stick jizz dripping from me right now?

That you are my mate. The one fated to me by higher powers we cannot even begin to understand. My -

No, Jace. Tower Stix.

“I don’t know what you are, what we are, but I can’t bear to be apart from you. We’ll figure this out…together.”

This made me cry