I kiss Colby in a way that feels like the most natural thing I have experienced. When my fingers twist in his hair, it is as easy as a slap shot. When our hard cocks rut together, it is as instinctive as slamming a player into the boards. And when our tongues meet, when he feeds me his hunger and I give him mine back, it’s that out-of-body high I felt the first time I hoisted the Stanley Cup. Kissing Colby might be better than hockey.
