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Hot and Horny Habs - Chapter 17
Carey woke up to his radio alarm at 7:45am. He stretched, yawned and removed the covers from his naked body. He finally stood up, put on his robe, and walked into the washroom. After using the washroom, he walked into the kitchen, to make himself some breakfast. When breakfast was ready, he sat down in the dining room. About 15 minutes later, he finished his breakfast, and walked back into the washroom. He turned on the water, and waited for it to reach his ideal temperature. Once it did, he removed his robe, and stepped in.
He just stood under the shower head for a few minutes to let his body warm up and get used to the hot water. Carey grabbed his bottle of body wash, and applied it all over. After a while, he could feel his cock becoming hard. He still had a fair bit of time before he had to leave for practice, so he decided to give it some attention.
He began to stroke it slowly, and would gradually increase his strokes. The wild images he had going in his head included Brian being on all fours begging Carey to fuck his round, muscular ass until he filled him up with his hot cum. He also began to imagine that Lars was getting gangbanged by him, Brian, and Michael. After about a half-hour, Carey's low-hanging nuts began to tighten.
"Ooooooohhhhhh fuuuuck yes! Mmmph! Fuck!" He grunted, and shot about seven loads of his hot, thick, creamy, sticky seed on the shower's wall.
After a few minutes, his body settled down.
"Damn, did I ever need that" He said to himself.
He rinsed off the cum from the wall, and gave his entire body one final rinse. After he was finished with that, he turned off the shower. He opened up the glass door, and stepped out.
Carey grabbed the towels, and began to dry his naked body off. Once he was dry, Carey pulled his robe from the hook that it was hanging from on the washroom door, and put it on. He walked back into his bedroom, picked out a suit he was going to wear to the practice facility, and put it on. He also picked out another suit to wear from the hotel to Scotiabank Place prior to their tilt against the Senators that night.
It was now 9:15am, Carey had a little bit of time before had to leave. He checked his messages (voice, email, and text), and replied to the ones that needed a response. About 15 minutes later, Carey opened the door, exited, and locked his condo. He took the elevator down to the underground garage.
The elevator finally reached the garage, and Carey exited. He walked towards his SUV, and unlocked the door. He stepped in, closed and locked the door, and turned the ignition. He reversed out of his parking spot, and finally started to make his way to the team's practice facility in nearby Brossard.
About 30 minutes later, Carey pulled into the parking lot at the facility. He walked into the arena, and made his way towards the dressing room. When he got there, he saw Brian, who was facing the other way.
"Hey" Carey said casually.
Brian turned around.
"Hey" He replied.
Brian walked over to sit down on the bench beside Carey. He leaned into Carey's ear.
"My ass is in dire of cock" Brian whispered, causing Carey to chuckle.
"Do you think I could come up to your hotel room?" Brian asked.
Carey looked over at Brian and nodded.