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Trigger warning (I shouldn't have given you one though, it's HuniePop/Cam Studio, you know what you're getting into): Inappropriate themes throughout this story.
Huniebee Profile
Name: Jack McLoughlin
Birthday: May 8th
Age: 22
Nationality: Irish/Asian
Occupation: Student (in college)/Hockey and baseball player (in college)
Education: In college (Final year)
Penis Size: 7 in.
Favorite Hobby: Writing
Favorite Color: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 154 lbs
Favorite Season: Winter
Favorite Hangout: Pub/Bar
Now... onto the story!
Sweat dripped off my forehead, gloves keeping the cold out. Just skating around was relaxing enough. I was skating with a helmet and gloves on. Tiffany was skating as well. The rink was near empty, ice shining with few scratches. We've been really close since we met. She helped me through so much, whether it was emotional or something else, she was there for me and vice versa. She vigorously chased me around the ice, barely trailing me. I finally stopped, catching her to keep her from flying head-first into the boards. I pulled her as close as I could to me. "I know you're trying to keep up, but be careful," I said, "I care about you too much for anything to happen to you."
"I'm fine. I don't need you parenting me." She said. We both breathed heavily. "Ready to head off?" I asked. "Yeah," She started, "Wanna head to my dorm?" The offer was nice. We practically always hung out together, whether it was at one of our dorms or at one of her friends' houses, we were always together. "What's in it for me?" I asked intriguingly. "Why does there have to be something in it for you?" She whined. She would whine for some things, things like dick, she could be desperate sometimes. We don't really know if we're dating or just 'friends with benefits', it's really confusing. "I know why you want me over, now beg for it." I whispered, my voice low and suave.
Her face turned a bright shade of red, turning away. "I get you to blush so easily." I taunted. "Shut up! Its not my fault you tease me all the time!" She yelled. We were taking off our skates, one of us already done (guess who it is). "Fuck!" She yelled out, raging against the skates. "Watch your language." I mocked. She always told me to stop swearing so much, I haven't by the way, I made it a joke whenever she swore, which was not often. She playfully shoved me, almost causing me to fall off the bench. Once I helped her get out of her skates, we headed to her dorm.
The cold, frosty, chill air of winter breezed against the town. Tiff was bundled in two coats and a hoodie, while I'm just in a sweater. "Aren't you cold?" She asked. "I'm fine. It's not that cold out, y'know," I answered, "Isn't it like, thirty degrees?" She looked at me like I was crazy. "That's so cold! How are you in just a sweater!" She yelled. "I play ice hockey for starters. Also, when I came to America, I grew up in the coldest place, like EVER!" I responded. "And where would that be?" She asked. "Connecticut. So damn cold over there." I joked. The east coast was sooo cold. I hated it. And it was rundown and all that jazz. "Why have all that on if you're gonna take it off in a bit?" I whispered, biting her ear. A visible shudder went through her. She was blushing so hard right now! I loved it. I saw it in her eyes, she wanted to get fucked.
She literally ran back to campus, dashing through the halls, sprinting up the stairs. Holy shit did she wanna get drilled. She opened the door, pushing me inside and slamming it shut. A 'click' could be heard. She pounced onto me, pinning my arms to the bed. I could move, if I tried that is. "Why're you acting like this?" I teased. "You want to go and get me like this, I'll be this way." She responded. She slammed her lips into mine, lust from deep within her showing. I let her do what she wanted. I got her wound up like this, she should get to release her inner... uh, self, I guess? I had enough and flipped us over so I was on top. "The tables, have turned. Now lets see..." I said. I licked her ears, slowly, very slowly, down to her lips and chin. I proceeded to lick and kiss her neck, sucking on her delicate, soft skin. I left a mark... or four, she'll kill me later, but for now she's mine. I bit on her collarbone. She was moaning and squirming the whole time I teased her. "F-fuck," She whispered, "Q-quit the t-teasing p-please!" She moaned. I had a sinister grin on my face, continuing to bite her, then going back up to her neck. She tried to free her hands with no result. "No, no, no!" I teased, "You have to be a good girl, okay?" She let out a whine when my mouth left her body on red. I went back to sucking on her neck, biting every once and a while.
I started to remove her coats and hoodie. Now with her hands free, she held my head in place, making sure I wouldn't get out of hand. Her schoolgirl outfit, complete with a white top, blue skirt, black leggings, and two red bows holding her pigtails in place. I stopped my teasing to remove her cute, little outfit. "Why'd you wear your school uniform to the rink?" I asked. "Because I know how much you like it," She said, "You always stare when I have it on, you perv!" She joked. "Hey, I have to hold my own. I see all the other boys undressing you with their minds, just wanting to get their hands on you," I started, "But they can't, cause I have you." I bit her ear, finishing the last button on her shirt. Bright pink. Super girly, but cute. I shouldn't judge her. Nope, I should. I slid her skirt down her slender legs, followed by the leggings.
"Pink with a bow," I said, cupping her core, "You just scream virgin." She had a blush that was ten times stronger than her normal blush. "Sh-shut up! I-I've never done this before, okay." She said, lips quivering. I continued to rub her there, her moaning on the spot. I unhooked the clasp of her bra, it falling to the side of her. She used one of her arms to cover her chest. "Why so afraid? We've seen each other like this before." I asked. "But not like this!" She yelled, a moan sneaking in mid-sentence. I removed whatever clothing she had left.
She just looked tight, so damn tight. "Wondering how anything could fit into that." I said, sticking a finger in her. A sharp, high-pitched moan exited her mouth. I used my thumb to play with her clit. She turned into a moaning mess in my hands. A second and third finger broke in, her core still tight as fuck. I let her free of my foreplay, letting her make a move.
She quickly removed my shirt and pants, eyes wide at the sight of the bulge in my boxers. She slowly tugged them down, causing it to spring to life. She couldn't even wrap her dainty, little hand around it. "H-holy sh-shit," She gasped, eyes-widen, "H-how is that supposed to fit in me?! I can barely even wrap my hand around it!" She slowly stroked it, twisting and tightening her grip. A moan escaped my lips, eyes shut from pleasure. I couldn't say anything about her language, not now at least. She kept stroking, putting her lips and sucking on the tip. "F-fuck." I mustered. She removed her hand, solely using her mouth. She would slowly lower her head, then slowly back to the top, and just suck on the tip, all the while staring at me. Long moans came out of my mouth, and if she kept this up, something would be entering hers ;). "Sh-shit, I'm cu-" I was cut off midway when I unraveled in her mouth. A thick layer of white sat atop her tongue.
She slowly started again, coating my cock with cum. We were still laying on the bed. She eventually picked up her pace, holding at the base. She really wants this twice, huh? So they were right. The quiet ones are always the kinkiest. Moan after moan would escape my mouth. Choking could be heard from the back of her throat. I started thrusting into her mouth, choking filling the room. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" I yelled, unraveling again in her mouth. The thick layer of white was on her tongue again. She held it open, swallowing everything in her mouth. She licked the tip, savoring every, and I mean every drop.
She climbed on top of me, pressing her lips to mine as she lowered onto my dick. A sharp moan escaped her mouth again. "You really are. Fucking tight." I said, thrusts separating my words. "Ow! I-it hurts!" She yelled while moaning. I saw blood slowly dripping out. "It's fine! You just need to stay strong okay?" I comforted, "Do you want me to go slower?" I offered. "P-please, go sl-slower." She moaned. I slowed down on her demand. She let out a long moan. "Come loose for me." I whispered, biting her neck as she came all over her sheets. I pulled out of her, her breathing audible from across the room.
I held her close, her breath still heavy. "I love you Tiff, so much. Don't forget that." I said. Her breath hitched. 'What did I do now?' Thoughts flew through my mind. "I... l-love you too." She said, breathing still heavy.
My younger brother, Sean, went to the same college as me. Most people thought I would hate it, but it's pretty cool. I get to hang out with his friends and vice versa. He's a lot like Nikki, they would be great friends. My older brother, Chris, didn't go to this college. No, he got to go to a fancy, high-class university for free. He was a star quarterback and left fielder for his university, and he was head of his class in college. I hated to hear about him. The news gobbled it up, all of his achievements in the NFL. First overall in the draft, lead his team to a Super Bowl championship game... twice, back-to-back seasons leading the league in almost every stat a QB can be in. It sucked to be his brother, always to be in his shadow. The three of us all pursued one specific sport and just played another one. Chris focused on football and played baseball, I focused on baseball and played forward in hockey, and Sean focused on both goalie in hockey and lacrosse. Sean always wanted to be great in both and break out of Chris' shadow. I respected him for trying so hard, but his confidence peaked where mine had already passed. He's an incredible goalie, but he never thinks he's truly that great. We say it's just a lack of self-confidence, he says it's the strive to never think you're too good at something. That I also respect him for, the strive to always become better.
I stopped my mind from rambling, Tiffany seemed worried when I looked over at her. "You okay?" She asked. "Yeah, Tiff. Why?" I responded. "You've been staring into space for a while. It worries me a little." She answered, "Something bothering you?" I couldn't truly answer answer the question, I didn't need her to worry about Chris and Sean. "No. It's just my brother is pushing himself hard, too hard." I said, worry sitting on my voice. "Why would he worry you, he's the star goalie of the hockey and lacrosse team. I've seen him play, he's incredible." She comforted. "It's his strive to never become an egomaniac. He always says he has low self-confidence because of his strive," I started, "It's just that he might push himself too much and he'll ruin it all. One. Wrong. Step." I exaggerated. "You're really thinking about your injury? That's such a dick move." She joked. "I'm just saying, he's a goalie. He's more injury-prone than I am. The team targets him from the get-go." I said. She rubbed my back lightly. "He wants to escape my brother's shadow, but that's near impossible. We have a legend to carry now. The most successful Irish family in pro American sports, a hard torch to carry." My fear was something that couldn't be fixed. "I'll always be here for you, mentally and physically, remember that." She said, the back rubbing not stopping. "Thanks Tiff, I needed that." I said, a smile cracking.
The preparation for a game was brutal. It was the college playoffs, one loss and your season's over. I started to tape up my sticks, marking each one with a number. 'First period, second period, third and OT period.' Pre-game rituals never left a player, they stuck with them for the rest of their career. I laced up my skates, put on my gear, and slapped on my practice jersey. I headed to the ice almost an hour before game time, my warm-up just staring. None of the other players besides me and my brother were on the ice at this time, except for one player. A New York player. We'd been traveling the past two weeks. First North Dakota, then Providence, then San Francisco, then Stanford, and now New York. I hadn't seen Tiff in weeks, and I missed her so much. She said she was always with me, and the locket with her picture that I always wear on my neck, tucked under the jersey, on and off the ice. The entire team became closer than we already were. Our captain and a few other players, including me, would be off to the majors after this year. Hockey was in my blood, I grew up in Connecticut and frequent visits to New York. I was a huge Rangers fan, and I still am. I wanted to be there. I wanted to be an NHL player. The dream may become a reality, but that's a big maybe. I stayed quiet for most of the time I was warming up.
The seats in Stony Brook were filled and packed to the brim. Fans were even outside in the near-freezing New York streets. I looked into the crowd. I had family that had went here, they watched their playoff games for basketball, so I hoped they were watching. I wasn't playing for their team, but against them. Another scan of the crowd showed Tiffany up front. She came all the way to New York, for this game. It was a Saturday, but she had to go back to California in a few days, while we had a whole tournament to play. She should've just waited for us to head back, but I ain't complaining. As the teams headed back to the benches, the starting five for both sides stayed out. I skated back to our defensive end, tapping my brother's pad with my stick, a sign of good luck in hockey.
I made my way to center ice, waiting for the center to win the draw. he slammed his stick to the ice, pulling the puck out to a defenseman. We pushed up the ice quickly, ripping a few shots on net early. A pass from our right winger up the boards to a defenseman, him ripping it on net, made it past their goalie and into the net. The players on the bench all jumped up, high-fiving and tapping helmets. We celebrated with the scorer, following him to the high-five line.
It was the third period, we were tied 4-4. The clock read one minute left in the game. The coach for Stony Brook called for their timeout, a perfect time to finish the game. I already had two goals, and a third would not only possibly win us the game, but be the perfect marker to seal it. Coach went over the plan, sending out the first line. We lined up on their defensive left circle, prepared to finish it. Our center passed it back to the left defenseman, who shot it on cage, deflecting off the goalie's pad. He let out a rebound, him sprawled on the ice trying to cover it. I pulled the puck back, taking advantage of the open net. I fired with all the force I had. The clock read only twenty-five seconds left in the game. The puck hit the post with a loud 'PANG!' I swung the stick at the puck, burying it in the net. A hat-trick with twenty to go in the game. The entire bench jumped in joy, teammates hugging one another. We jumped into the boards on the ice, celebrating like no tomorrow. The high-five line was more of a 'bear hug' line if you asked most teammates at the game. The last twenty seconds went by like nothing. We jumped off the bench, mauling my brother, the goalie. We were jumping all over the place.
We'd finally made it off the ice after celebrating for ten minutes. We started taking off our gear, still trying to relax from the high we just were on. I was so happy, but nothing made me happier than knowing Tiffany was here. I sent her a text as soon as I got my phone from my bag. 'Tiff, where are you?' The message read. I really hoped she would respond. A buzz came from my phone. I checked it. 'I'm outside the arena. Can't wait to see you.' I finished up hanging out with the team, running out the arena to see her. I saw her with Nikki and Audrey. Why'd she have to bring her? Audrey was a real bitch. I hated her, but I'll deal with her for Tiffany's sake. Nikki even tagged along. How'd she do that one? Nikki didn't really go out much. My little brother just came out, and in time as well. I'm helping Tiffany hook him up with Nikki. We approached them, Sean staying a bit behind me. Ugh. This is gonna be a pain in my ass, isn't it. "H-hey." Nikki nervously said. She was already blushing harder than normally. Audrey had already been sick of our shit and left. I took Tiffany's hand in mine, fingers intertwining. Sean and Nikki were talking, sort of... I mentally slapped myself. "We should've introduced them beforehand." I whispered to Tiffany. She nodded in agreement. We headed to wherever we had walked. My phone buzzed. Tiffany didn't bitch about it, okay. She lets me talk to other girls, she cares about my other friends.
'Where are you? The team's going out for dinner.' The text read. Ugh. I completely forgot. 'I'm busy right now. Sorry.' I sent back. Spending time with Tiffany was more important. My morals seemed out of place here, but I've been too much of a "travel star" that I haven't been spending time with her. "What was the text about?" Tiffany asked. "Is this jealousy or just the want of knowing?" I asked back. "Am I ever jealous? There you go." She answered. "It was a teammate, the team's heading out for dinner, but I'm with you so..." I answered. She looked a bit upset, but the smile never left her face. "Then go with the team. Don't let me hold you back." She said. I couldn't tell if she was sad or egging me on. "No. I won't get to spend as much time as I want to soon, and I want to spend as much as I can with you." I responded. If she was still in college while we were dating, I would be seen as a creep, but truth is, I love her. "Why don't we head out for dinner, and you guys go around town for a while?" I asked. I wanted Tiff and I to leave them be, let them just talk. They seemed to be fine with it and we headed off. How could things go wrong?
