by Laurie Lochs
Suddenly I realized I was on the verge of coming too. I needed to warn Stellan, but couldn't remove his cock from my lips on time. Without warning, my body spasmed at the exact same time as him, and I cried out and deposited my load on his throat, just as hot spurts of Stellan's unexpected load rocketed down mine. Moaning, I sucked every drop of his come, swallowing it whole. I wanted every drop of his seed in my belly. It was the closest thing I could get to swallowing the deepest part of him.
When we finished, I pulled him onto my lap. "That was seriously fucking hot."
Stellan’s cheeks were bright red. A strand of wet come dribbled on his chin. I leaned over and licked it off his chin.
"Did you just lick your own come out of my mouth?"
"I licked it off your face. Not mouth. There's a difference."
Stellan blushed. "You've got a little strand there too, Mister."
I licked my lips. "Tell me where it is."
"Close your eyes."
I did as told. A second later, I felt Stellan lean in and run his tongue over my cheek. I gasped as his soft wet tongue explored my face, lapping up droplets I didn't even know were there. He lapped up the creamy load, swallowing it whole. When we finished, he told me to open my eyes; I did as instructed. Without another word he rushed forward to kiss me.
"Let's just hope no one recorded us,” he whispered breathlessly as we parted. “You might have trouble finding another team to play on if you suddenly become a porn star."
"As long as I'm with you, I think we can make it work."
One month later
I took a deep breath and stared at the ice. My palms were sweaty. I couldn't believe that the three day tournament was already here. The one Stellan said I needed to lead us to victory if we were going to have me coach the team. It was now or never.
The team huddled in the locker room. I took a deep breath and tried to quell the butterflies rising in my stomach. But the truth was I was more nervous than ever. Even a game with the Minnesota Wild couldn’t compare to this.
I took a sharp breath and prepared myself to get the team ready to play. "All right, boys." I put my hands on my hips. "We've been working our asses off all season for this moment. Today is the big day."
The team nodded solemnly. They were just as scared as me.
"We have an entire roster of teams whose asses we need to kick this weekend if we want to win the Rainbow Cup. You got that?"
The team murmured in agreement.
Jacob, on the far side of the locker room with his husband Brent, slammed his stick on the ground. "We've got to get pumped up, queens. We’re never going to win with this attitude."
Stellan nodded. "Show them who's boss."
I flashed Stellan and Jacob a smile. "That's exactly right. If we're going to pound their asses into the ground we have to get pumped up."
After a pause, I said, "Who's got the Britney Spears?”
Mitch grinned and clapped wildly. With a giant smile he pulled out his iPhone. He turned it to Britney. In no time, the beautiful sound of Circus was banging in the room and we suddenly erupted in a dance party.
The team began to get up and dance. "It's a dance party!” Jacob shouted, dancing wildly. He shook his ass, and Brent smacked it. Then Luke came and pretended to jerk off on Jacob’s ass, and then Mitch stripped and waved his dick around like he just didn’t care. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. The team was so goddamn beautiful. This was way better than the Minnesota Wild and twenty million hundred times as fun.
I took the lead and led them to the ice. To my dismay the opposing team was already practicing. I sighed and brought the Rainbow League to their positions.
We lined up. I nodded to the team. With the blow of a whistle, the opposing referee dropped the puck.
The players burst into motion. Stellan was the first move. The second the ref dropped the puck he burst into motion, scrambling to grab the puck and start one of the plays we practiced.
“Stellan!" I shouted, cupping my mouth with my hands. "Remember what we went over in practice!”
He whipped around. A look of realization dawned on him. He immediately dug his teeth into his mouth guard and went after the puck. But instead of rushing towards the goal himself he passed it to our left wing David, who grabbed it and passed it to Brian who shot it back to Stellan who slammed it into the opposing net for a goal.
The team burst into applause. "Holy shit. We actually did it."
I couldn't help but grin. "That's a play I picked up on the Wild. You're not going to find anything like that on the opposing team."
Stellan giggled wildly. His cheeks were flushed red, and I didn't know if it was because of the coolness of the ice, the sense of victory from his goal, or that he was proud of our combined effort to help the team win.
"You did it, babe," I whispered, wrapping my hands around his waist.
Stellan's eyes fluttered. "I love you so freaking much."
I grinned. "I love you too, babe. I'm just glad this whole coaching thing is working out."
Stellan laughed. "I have a funny feeling you'll be coaching us for a long time to come."
I smacked his ass. Stellan yelped. "But don't forget we’ve got two more days of tournament this weekend. When we get back tonight you've got to rest up.”
Stellan flashed me a grin. “I've got a surprise for you when we head into the locker room."
My eyes perked up.
19
Stellan
I couldn't help but grin as I took Rowan's hand and led him to the locker room showers. One glance at his face told me he had no idea what was coming. I'd been planning the secret surprise ever since he joined the team but I didn't get a chance to do it until now. It was a perfect time to give him the sexiest, gayest, and most over-the-top blow job of his entire life.
I couldn't wait to give our best coach ever an unforgettable surprise.
Rowan smiled nervously as I led him to the showers. When we entered I told the rest of the team to give us 10 minutes before they came in.
"We need at least 10 minutes. You can shower when we come back."
Mitch furrowed his brow. "You gotta be kidding. I'm sweating like a drag queen in church."
I shook my head adamantly. “Stop, queen. I’m giving coach a present."
Then, I'd grabbed my set of lipsticks and hurried to the showers.
The second we entered, I slid my hands down his pants and pressed him against the wall. Rowan's breath hitched, but I paid no attention. I yanked off his nut cup and stroked his thick fleshy cock until he grew hard.
“Get ready, bitch.” I jerked him violently. “This is going to be the sexiest blow job you’ve ever gotten in your pathetic goddamn life."
“In the middle of the fucking showers?"
"You deserve it, sister. Keep your bitch ass eyes open at all times. You’re going to want to see this."
Rowan opened his eyes. I grinned devilishly and pulled the first container of lipstick out.
It was bright red. Sexy, forbidden, alive.
"Can I ask what it’s for?” Rowan asked.
“No bitch. Just keep watching.”
Rowan nodded. With a sadistic moan I applied the lipstick to my lips. I couldn't remember the last time I'd worn lipstick. After planting a soft kiss on the tip of Rowan’s cock I thrust it down my fucking throat and swallowed it until I choked. Then I clenched my lips around the base so that a fine ring of red was painted at the base of his shaft.
“I don't know what the hell you're doing,” Rowan rasped. "But please don't stop."
I pulled his cock out of my mouth. “No talking. Keep watching."
Rowan stared in amazement as I selected a second tube of lipstick. This time, it was orange. I applied it to my lips and swallowed his cock yet again. This time, I deposited the ring in front of the red line. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently massaged them as I kissed his dick, leaving a very gay and totally femme mark.
Rowan’s eyes were half-lid
ded as he ran his fingers through my hair. Suddenly he forced me to look into his eyes.
"You sexy little bitch."
My cock quivered between my legs. "Am I making coach proud?"
Rowan licked his lips. “Keep sucking, slut.”
I moaned and wiped the orange lipstick from my mouth. Then, I grabbed a tube of yellow Jeffrey Star liquid lipstick. I did the exact same thing, leaving my mark right above the orange. After I finished, I wiped it off and proceeded to do the same thing with the green, blue, indigo, and violet. At last, the lipstick rainbow reached the tip of his cock. There was only one small band of flesh left to paint. This sexy fuck won’t know what hit him. It’s like he walked into a rainbow hurricane.
From my Coach makeup bag, I grabbed a fresh tube of hot pink lipstick and vigorously applied it to my lips. I smacked my lips, tasting the cherry flavor as I coated them with the pink. I needed to make sure I didn't miss a single fiber of cock. Then, I licked my middle finger and brought it to Rowan's ass, through his thighs. Rowan grunted and spread his cheeks, allowing me to penetrate him after I spit on my finger and slid it inside.
“Am I being good, coach?”
Rowan let out a feral groan. “More than you know, little slut. Coach might have to bump you up to first string.”
His praise was liquid fire to my flesh. “You’re… Making me excited, coach. Please…” I gasped, quivering beneath his hulking frame. “Teach me how to play.”
Sliding my finger deeper into his hole until I hit his prostate, I caused Rowan to buck and groan. Then, I brought my hot pink dirty lips to the tip of his cock, planting a slut kiss on his shaft, and branding him with my filthy sexy mark. I dug my lips into his flesh, marking him as my fucking own. When I finished, I took a step back to admire my handiwork.
Rowan gripped my chin. ”Holy shit. It's a work of art."
I moaned. “See?" I whispered, running my finger down the underbelly of his shaft so I didn’t smudge the lipstick. "It's a rainbow. You're officially part of the team."
"This is the warmest welcome I’ve ever received in my life.”
I moved to bring my lips to the tip of his cock to begin blowing him. But before I could Jacob and Mitch suddenly burst into the showers and interrupted our special moment. "I don't know what you guys are doing, but we’re dying out here, y’all,” Jacob said, rolling his eyes. “We’re sweaty, cold, and –"
His jaw dropped when he saw it.
I yelled and turned around. "Get out of here! I told you not to interrupt. I’m giving coach a blowjob and I’m trying to make the team!”
But they didn't move. They stared at Rowan’s cock, unable to take their eyes away. Mitch said, "So we finally get to see what it looks like after all."
Rowan burst into laughter. “The fuck are you talking about?”
I groaned. "They were talking about it with me before we met. I told him I had a client on the Minnesota Wild. They wanted all the details."
I wrapped my fingers around Rowan's. "I didn't tell them anything about your dick, of course."
“Good boy,” Rowan grunted. “Coach might have to make you his queen.”
Jacob rushed to Rowan's side, so he could ogle his dick. "It's beautiful, coach. Let me have a taste too, pretty please.”
I growled and batted his hand away. "He's mine, Jacob. You better get the hell out before I tie you up and give a rainbow blowjob to your cock."
“I think I just discovered what I’m giving Brent for date night."
In one quick motion I grabbed Mitch and Jacob and body slammed them out of the room. “You annoying little fucks,” I growled, locking the shower door and spinning back to Rowan. When I dropped to my knees yet again, I wrapped my bright pink lips around his rainbow-colored cock and Rowan gasped as I took it in my mouth. I flicked my tongue on his slit, mixing the filthy colors together and turning them into a beautiful multicolored work of art. In no time, Rowan was ready to come.
"Get ready, slut.” I’m such a good boy for coach. He said I’m better than his wife.
I moaned and frantically jerked myself as he prepared himself. Without another word, he bucked and screamed as he deposited his rainbow-colored load on my face. He shot stream after stream, until my entire face was covered in filthy hot come. It mixed with the beautiful rainbow, sending the streaks of bright colors dripping down my cheeks and onto my skin.
When we finished he pulled to my feet and pinned me against the wall. "You're the sexiest little fuck on the Rainbow League."
“Did I make coach happy?”
Rowan growled and slipped his hand in my pants. I was soaking wet.
“You little bastard. Did you come?”
“Sorry, coach,” I whispered, staring into his piercing eyes. “I just got a little excited, that’s all. I’ve been a very bad boy. Please teach me to be good after practice.”
In one quick motion Rowan slammed our lips together and violently kissed me. I moaned and swooned into his thick arms, letting the rainbow-hued sparkling come drip down our chests and coat us like rain. Naked as fuck, Rowan took my hand and led me back to the dressing room.
Epilogue
Rowan
Three months later
I took a step back and stared proudly at the team. Stellan was right by my side. I shook my head in disbelief. He, Jacob, and Mitch had actually managed to pull it off. Everyone from the Care Center was here, ready for our first annual Learn-To-Skate victory night.
I pulled Stellan close. "You did a wonderful job."
His cheeks flushed. "You think so?"
I nodded earnestly. "Absolutely. Not anyone would be able to pull this off. You're giving these boys the opportunity of a lifetime."
Stellan blushed and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You're the sweetest freaking boyfriend ever. I love you so much."
I kissed his forehead. "Now let's go teach these kids how to skate."
Stellan grabbed Jacob and Mitch. We walked to the ice together. Everyone was there. Even Mitch's secretary managed to show up. There were at least 20 of the youth from the Care Center already on the rink. Mitch and Jacob helped them tie their skates. Now, they were ready to put their feet on the ice.
I took in the site. It was incredible. These were kids with no opportunities were getting onto the ice themselves. I couldn't believe Stellan actually managed to pull it off.
Stellan skated to the center of the rink and cleared his throat. "I'm so glad you all managed to show up. Learning to skate isn’t easy. But by the end of the morning you should all be able to skate a little."
"Only a little?" one of the boys in the back asked.
Stellan laughed. "I can't promise you'll turn into Wayne Gretzky after an hour of lessons. But you'll be able to skate across the ice."
The students burst into applause. I wrapped my arm around Stellan's waist. "You're amazing," I whispered into his ear.
Stellan blushed. Jacob and Mitch — who the boys already knew from the Care Center — skated to center ice. "Okay, y'all." Jacob put his hands on his hips. "First, we're going to start with the bunny crawl. This is where you put one foot in front of the other. You've all got your helpful walkers so you don't trip and fall."
Everyone nodded. They gripped the plastic constructions we'd worked on tirelessly over the weekend. They were attached to tennis balls, so they had friction. They weren’t going to slip and fall face-first onto the ice.
"Let's start with small steps."
The boys did as told. My heart warmed up the sight.
They're getting it. It's going to take a little more time, but they'll figure it out.
Stellan skated to center ice. "You’re doing such a good job." He smiled and beamed. "If you keep it up you might even skate like Rowan. He plays in the NHL."
"Used to play in the NHL," I reminded him with a grin.
This didn't matter for the students. They gasped and brought their hands to their faces.
One of the more confident boys let go of his plastic w
alker. He took a step forward but didn't fall. He skated to my side.
I recognized them at once as Sam, the young drag queen-in-training Stellan had told me about who loved performing.
“Did you really play professionally?"
I grinned. "Absolutely. It's more difficult than you think. But if you have the right attitude and work ethic anything can be done."
Sam’s jaw dropped. "I never thought I could play hockey."
"Why's that?"
"My dad was always into basketball. He’d force us to get up every morning and go to basketball practice. He loved the NBA. But I would sometimes watch the NHL whenever my older brothers watched sports. Obviously I didn't watch too many sports. It wasn't my thing. But I always preferred hockey."
My heart warmed. "Now there's a boy with his head screwed on right."
Sam laughed. He gripped his bright pink hockey stick – the same color as Jacob’s – and brought it to the ice. "I'm ready to play!”
I grinned. "Maybe in a few years, bud. Let's see how you do today."
Sam rolled his eyes and returned to the rest of the students.
Mitch stepped up to the plate. "Thank you so much, Rowan and Stellan. Jacob and I are going to take it from here."
Stellan grinned and patted Mitch on the back. "I know you'll do great."
Then, he took my hand and led me off the rink. We took some of the complementary hot chocolate and delicious Starbucks breakfast sandwiches we'd gotten for the boys. After biting into a delicious sausage, egg and cheese sandwich, Stellan turned to me.
"You're the best freaking coach in the league."
