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On Ice 6: Anaheim Sucks
Rickard Rakell opened his door, the bright California sunshine beating down on his quiet Anaheim suburb street. As he stood there taking in the sunshine, the Anaheim Ducks forward heard the neighbour's door creaking. "Sup bro?" His Anaheim Ducks teammate, Hampus Lindholm called from his front door. "Hey neighbour, how's it going?" Rickard replied. "All good here. What are you doing today?" "Nothing much, got me the day off work, how about you?" "You know, I've got the day off too." Hampus chuckled. "I'll see you later for a cold one then. Rickard replied.
Later happened to be at noon as Sweden lined up to play Ukraine in their European Championships second round match. After winning their group, the yellow and blue Scandinavians played the yellow and blue Eastern Europeans. The prize for the winner would be a quarter-final game against England. Hampus arrived at Rickard's door holding a mini keg of beer, "You ready?" Hampus grinned. "Born ready." Rickard nodded, stepping back to allow Hampus inside.
Hampus made his way to Rickard's sports bar that was out in the garage. The usual American oak decor was covered with a stunning blue and yellow Swedish flag. "Wow, you went all out!" Hampus beamed as he surveyed the room. "Yeah, I thought I would make the place look special for the game." He replied with his chest puffed out to show his pride. "It looks really good; you should keep it like this." Hampus chuckled. "Nah it's a bit much for your standard Tuesday." Rickard replied dismissively as he strode towards the fridge. Placing the mini-keg in the fridge, Rickard removed his own mini-keg which was already ice cold. Carefully placing it on the table, Rickard then retrieved two cups in the shape of Viking horns. "Fucking A!" Hampus grinned, practically jumping out of his seat with happiness.
Rickard filled the horns with delicious ice-cold, golden beer making sure to top them with a creamy head. "Always knew you gave great head bro." Hampus beamed as Rickard handed him his beer. Rickard grinned proudly at the drink he'd poured and the positive review of his oral skills.
The teams trotted out onto the pitch and stood in a line to salute their national anthems. The two skaters stood arms over each other's shoulders and their beer in the other hand as they sang to the Swedish national anthem. "That gives me goosebumps!" Rickard bellowed with excitement as they sat down ready for kickoff.
"Think we'll do it?" Hampus asked nervously as he replenished their drinks. "Yeah, this Ukrainian team has got nothing, one lucky goal and that's it." Rickard replied emphatically. "I say we kick their arses 4-1." Rickard finished proudly. "I hope you're right." Hampus replied, handing Rickard his refilled horn. Beaming they bumped horns once more before throwing back a short draught of beer.
The game kicked off and the hockey stars sat back to enjoy the game as the Californian sunshine peaked through the tiny windows. The Swedish started the game well, controlling possession and creating a few chances at goal but just before the half hour mark, Oleksandr Zinchenko put Ukraine into the lead. The Ducks gulped their beers nervously, was their optimism misguided, were they about to meet the same fate Germany had just a few hours earlier. As half-time approached, Emil Forsberg levelled for the Scandinavians. Hampus and Rickard jumped into the air along with their beers, jumping into each other's arms, the pair celebrated exuberantly.
"Refill?" Rickard grinned looking down at the beer-soaked floor and their beer-stained shirts. "Yeah sure." Hampus replied, handing his horn to Rickard. A minute later they returned to their seats clutching two full horns of beer. Listening to the analysts talk, Hampus gave a loud snort, "Ukraine are lucky so far, there is no way they are going to win this game." He scowled indignantly. "Yeah, they ain't got shit!" Rickard agreed, knocking his horn against Hampus'. "You ready for next season?" Hampus replied, changing the subject while the analysts filled the time pointlessly analysing every player's movement.
"Yeah, I think so. It will be good to play a full season again. 56 games were tough, it felt like just as we were getting started the season was over!" Rickard nodded. "I hear ya." Hampus replied. "Who do you think we should sign?" Rickard continued. "I dunno, maybe Zach Parise?" Hampus shrugged. "I can see that, he's got a few goals in him."
The players trotted out for the second half and the two Swedish Ducks settled back down for another 45 minutes of football. The teams couldn't be separated at the end of the second half and the game went to extra time. "Still confident on that 4-1?" Hampus sniggered; his laughter ended abruptly by a hiccough. "Yea, not so much." Rickard chuckled nervously.
With time ticking away, the game looked as though it would be heading for penalties when the referee flashed his red card. "Fuckkk!" Hampus screamed, "That's shit!" Rickard agreed, slamming his fist on the arm of the couch. With 10 minutes remaining Marcus Danielson left the field and Sweden were forced to play with 10 men. The clock ticked beyond 120 minutes, Sweden was nearly there, added time to added time, they were just seconds away from penalties when Artem Dovbyk broke their hearts scoring a stoppage time winner. The referee blew the final whistle and that was it, after extra time Sweden 1-2 Ukraine.
The Ducks sat there speechless, watching the Ukrainian players celebrating while the Swedish players looked on disconsolate. Hampus got up to refill their beers, handing Rickard's horn back to him with a fresh creamy top. "Cheers bro." Rickard sighed.
Rickard felt his boxers tightening, the idea of his teammate giving head. Hampus' gentle yet manly features made him adorable, under a neat facial growth Hampus had an enticing pair of ruby red lips. Rickard's cock hardened causing a growing crease to become visible around his crotch.
Following more than half a minute of silence Hampus' glanced across to survey Rickard. Noticing his teammates bulged shorts, Hampus felt the intrigue building. Countless times he and Rickard had been close to fooling around but the time was never quite right. Even as next-door neighbours with families, they had never been this drunk and alone together. The sight of Rickard's thickening sausage had a similar effect on Hampus who felt his own cock rising. More silence followed as both men took a draught of their drinks, thinking what to say next.
"You horny now?" Hampus blurted. "Lil' bit." Rickard chuckled. "Good, good. I've got a beer boner going." Hampus sighed, spreading his legs a little wider. "Yeah, I'm the same." Rickard smirked, moving his beer horn to one side and exposing where his real horn hid. "Hmmm, what should we do?" Hampus asked stupidly. "I'm no doctor, but I don't think it's healthy to store as much blood down there as we currently are."
The hockey stars moved in unison, lifting their bodies off the couch with just enough space to pull down their shorts. Tugging their shorts and boxers down to their knees and sitting back down, the pair looked down at their impressive sticks. Hampus' 7.5-inch uncut cock stood proudly twitching with anticipation as it waited for its owner to wrap his fingers around it. Rickard's beauty dwarfed Hampus by an entire inch, his own uncut 8.5-inch monster rested patiently against his abs as the skaters prepared to enjoy themselves.
The Swedish skaters waited nervously to see who would cave first. Hampus moved initially, taking his hard shaft between his index finger and thumb, peeling his foreskin back slowly. Now that his teammate had triggered the green light it was Rickard's turn to join the party but unlike Hampus, he took his entire shaft within his fist and matched his teammate's steady rhythm.
Hampus grabbed for the remote with his free hand and flicked through the channels until he found the Playboy channel. Neither player needed the imagery to help them harden up but with such easy access it seems like a no-brainer. Genetically modified girls with the biggest fakest boobs they'd ever seen appeared on the screen. "Ahhh no, none of that fake shit." Rickard grumbled. Hampus giggled, flicking the channel up and up again, more fakeness, "Not sure where you're expecting to find real tiddies on here." "I wasn't, I can do without. I'd prefer sucking your flat chest ahead of their fake chest!" He grinned. "Oh yeah, you're on." Hampus beamed, throwing the remote aside.
"Ahhh, what, I was..." "Uh-uh, you said it, now you gotta do it. I'll keep my shirt on if that helps." Hampus sniggered. "I'm not doing it." Rickard frowned. "Ahh don't be a bitch." Hampus laughed, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it aside. "But you said..." "Yeah, well my shirts off now, make with the suck, suck." Hampus joked. That naughty beer was really having an effect on Rickard who had begun weighing up the pros and cons of giving in to peer pressure. [It could be funny, and who knows what else could happen.] Rickard thought to himself, reminding himself he was a guy after all. [But then, if you do it then Hampus could hold it against you in the future.] Rickard frowned thoughtfully.
"Fucking hell, I haven't got all day!" Hampus snapped, teasing Rickard who jumped. The 28-year-old felt himself sway forward and suddenly, there was a cock between his lips. His motions were fully automated as if he had been hard programmed by his instincts. Sliding tentatively down his teammate's shaft, Rickard blew the hard meaty piece. Although his movements were uncertain and timid, Hampus' reaction gave Rickard some encouragement.
"I thought you...ahhh yeah that's nice!" Hampus squeaked, first shocked that Rickard's lips were on his cock and not his chest, but within the second his reaction had changed to pleasure. Relaxing back, he gave Rickard all the time he needed to find some comfort and more importantly a good rhythm. Rickard moved carefully, closing his eyes and imagining how it felt when his wife sucked his cock. Doing his best to keep his teeth out of the equation, Rickard pursed his lips and rolled up and down Hampus' 7.5-inch pipe as freely as he could.
"Jeez boy." Hampus sighed. Surprisingly, Rickard was getting pretty good which he assumed the alcohol would be getting an assist for. Rickard had managed to roll past the initial difficulty of sucking a cock and although he had suffered a couple of semi-gags now, he was in the zone and moving freely. Hampus' 7.5 inches reached the back of Rickard's tongue and as the brunette continued to suck, Hampus' head found itself scraping consistently against Rickard's tonsils. "That's the spot!" Hampus sighed happily as his cock pulsed with arousal.
This wasn't Rickard's first thought at the suggestion of oral fun, he'd always pictured himself on the receiving end but as the blows continued, the skater realised he was really starting to enjoy it. While his neck worked on Hampus' cock, Rickard's fingers resumed their journey along his own hard shaft. Rickard's cock had re-thickened to a semi and as he rolled his fingers down his shaft, the skater felt his meat stiffen further. Stroking his 8.5-inch wand, Rickard began to trigger pulses from his own head as he sucked his horny teammate. The taste of Hampus' fleshy head felt inoffensive and increasingly pleasant, encouraging Rickard to continue servicing his teammate's throbbing stick.
Hampus noticed how Rickard's form changed as soon as he had taken hold of his own cock. The feeling of his own fist sliding his foreskin back and forth across his sensitive head had settled the skater who in turn moved with freedom, sliding his lips from Hampus' tip to the base of his teammate's 7.5-inch boner. The glad recipient of Rickard's increasing confidence, Hampus cooed softly and repeatedly to vocalise his appreciation. Hampus' cock pulsed each time Rickard sank south as his teammate's lips manipulated his sensitive outer skin, stroking oral pleasure into his teammate's body.
That strange idea of sucking a cock had become unmistakably real for Rickard and better yet, his enjoyment of the situation was also clear to see. The beating of Rickard's fist against his own crotch began to increase in speed and volume. It was clear to Hampus that his countryman's trepidation was evaporating with every passing second. Time also made things easier for Rickard, the longer he sucked at his friend's cock the easier it was to suck. Rickard's dips were increasing his speed, his lips tightening a little and tonsils connecting with every suck.
Hampus looked down at his body, looking past his exposed smooth stomach and crotch and down to Rickard's fuzzy face. Rickard's lips looked so good as they rolled along Hampus' throbbing shaft. Then Hampus noticed something he should've noticed much sooner, the pressure from his teammate was so much better than his wife's. Not too tight that he was in any pain, but tight enough to maximise the friction of his movement. Has he really never done this before? If not, then his instincts were pretty damn good.
Rickard beat his own 8.5-inch cock harder still to take his mind off the fellatio being performed by the other end of his body. Now that he was tugging his own cock, Rickard was using body contact with someone else to help him reach his climax with relative success. Rickard's shaft throbbed between his busy fingers while he was sure he felt a throb between his lips. To confirm his cock was indeed growing Hampus groaned again, this was working, and it was working very well indeed.
Drifting into a trance of pleasure, Hampus could see an array of arousing images shooting through his mind. Girls of all types, beautiful and blowing his hard cock, Hampus felt his boner swelling. The sensitivity of Hampus' head heightened, aware of every slight change in Rickard's movements and squeezing out a shiny pearl of precum. The tension was rising with every dip into his furry crotch, his teammate's lips were just getting better and better, this was nearly it.
Rickard had no idea how great a job he was actually doing, the sounds from Hampus were encouraging but was his teammate faking it? At this point Rickard was well beyond the point of no return, if he wasn't doing a good job then Hampus would just say something right? However, the longer Rickard sucked, the louder Hampus was getting and now his teammate's cock suddenly tasted different. A drop of liquid spread across his tongue as he sucked, there was something new coming from Hampus and Rickard guessed instantly he was tasting precum for the first time. Relieved it wasn't the main course, Rickard continued to suck without hesitation allowing his teammate's precum to cover his tastebuds with more hard dips to the base of Hampus' pole. Meeting his lips on the way down, Rickard noticed Hampus' was starting to move in the opposite direction in an attempt to add a little more control to the situation.
The pitch of Hampus' moans had lightened following a grunt where he threw his arms behind his head. Huff, another huff and a growl of pleasure from Hampus' then his cock thickened. Rickard knew that feeling yet he couldn't quite work it out, he'd experienced it himself many times, yet he couldn't quite work out what was going to happen next. "Gonna shooooot." Hampus grunted.
Pulling off with less than a moment to spare, Rickard moved his head out of the way and stroked both Hampus' and his own cocks simultaneously. "AH! YAAA!" Hampus groaned, sounding like something out of a karate film as his nuts fired ropes of his cum out of his throbbing head. If Rickard needed proof he'd done a good job, he was about to get it as a huge jet shot up into the air and landed on the top of the couch.
Turned on by the positive result of his own oral skills, Rickard felt his own balls lighten as a rush of pleasure took hold of him. Joining Hampus in a groan of joy, Rickard felt his cum surge through his 8.5-inch shaft and squirt up into the air before landing over his stomach. The sound of two alpha males orgasming reverberated around the room, both seemingly trying to outdo each other as they fired cum across their powerful, Viking bodies. Thick drops of salty white cream splattered across their curly brown pubes as Rickard continued to tug them both, draining both cocks of their drunken horniness. Hampus found himself adding a little hip movement as his cock hurled another streak of pearly cum up as far as his ribs. It had been several days without a release and Hampus was certainly making up for it as his nuts shot more than a dozen droplets of his seed across his oscillating belly.
Lower down the couch, Rickard didn't quite have as much onboard owing to a release just 24 hours earlier. Still, Rickard's load was impressive, trickling over the side of his toned stomach as the pool continued to grow. Swirling his tongue around his mouth, Rickard found any more flavour he could of precum to tickle his senses as his body quivered with pleasure. The skater's fist continued to roll along his throbbing shaft, pulling his foreskin over his swollen head and another long rope of his jizz clear which joined the rest splattered across his belly button. "Holy shit!" Hampus called. "Holy fuck!" Rickard agreed. The grunting and panting as their orgasms began to recede, neither of them needed stroking any more, the pressure within their shafts brought any remaining cum to foam at their tips and satisfied, the pair were officially empty.
Tired, drunk and relieved, the pair fell asleep without another thought, waking several hours later to the beginning of an extended hangover. "Holy shitttt, my head's pounding!" Hampus groaned. "What are you moaning about?" Rickard croaked, rubbing his jaw as he sat up. "Grrr." Hampus grumbled. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Rickard scowled. "How much did we drink?" Hampus chuckled. "Enough to make us do some crazy shit!" Rickard shrugged. "Word! Truth though, it was pretty darn good." Hampus replied, a crooked smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth. "Don't even think about it. We're doing that again alright, I'm the one getting serviced!" Rickard glared. "Can't argue with that can I?!" Hampus sighed. "You don't want one now though do you, because that could end badly for us both?!" he continued. "HA, AHHH fuck!" Rickard laughed then cried in response as the initial humour evoked a jolt of pain through the middle of his skull. "Nah, you're good, for now!" Rickard muttered laying back down to rest his head.
END
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