Date: Sat, 23 May 2015 01:02:28 -0400
From: Gregory Doxtater <gregorydoxtater@outlook.com>
Subject: Hot and Horny Habs - Chapter 17

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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.