Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2001 13:43:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: JP Shoney <rangersgoalie30@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mitsou's Learning Curve (Part 7 of Playing in the OHL)

	This is a work of fiction. The players and teams are real, but do
not imply the sexuality of any of the players mentioned. I appreciate any
comments about the story, so e-mail me at rangersgoalie30@yahoo.com.

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Part Seven: Mitsou's Learning Curve

What does a team do to deserve an awful situation like this? Our season
turned from promise to disaster in the span of about a month. That's what
tends to happen when you go on a five game losing streak. In the past week,
we've even lost games to some of the bottom feeders of the league, North
Bay and Oshawa. Needless to say, it's very hard to be positive when
everything we're involved in turns so negative.

I think even Killer realized that, which really came as a real surprise to
the entire team.  He cancelled the Thursday practice before our home game
against Belleville to give everyone on the team a chance to bond. Of
course, the small cliques on the team all went their own ways, which really
defeated the purpose of the whole idea!

Anyway, as Bauman and I were leaving the arena after practice on Wednesday
evening, Pierre Mitsou was waiting at our car. Mitsou, being one of the
other rookies on the team, had a bit of a disappointed look on his face,
which I hadn't seen in the dressing room.

"Hey, Mitsou," I said to Pierre. "How come you're still here?"

"Well, Shone, I was hoping to head out with Scully and McGrath, but they've
got other plans. I'm sort of stuck with nothing to do tomorrow. What's up
with you two?"

"Rod and I are just going to hang out at my place. Lance and Joey are going
over to Luke's place, so I'll have the house to myself. Bri's coming over
too. Why don't you join us?  You don't mind, Rod, do you?"

"Nah," said Bauman. "The more the merrier. Come on over sometime after 6."

"Great," Mitsou replied. "See you at 6."

Rodney had a big smirk on his face as he got into my car. "Something tells
me that tomorrow is going to be one hell of a night. What have you got
planned?"

"Well, I hadn't had anything in mind.  Now why do I have a feeling that
tomorrow is going to be more than rookie bonding from that look on your
face? Anytime you get that smirk usually means trouble."

"Don't worry, Shone. It'll still be bonding, just with a lot of other more
fun stuff. I've got it! Why don't we play cards?"

"That gets real boring after about the first one or two hands when you're
not playing for money, and you know darn well that none of us ever have
money!"

"Who said anything about playing for money?"

"Then what have you got in mind, Rod?"

"God, Shone! How can you be so good-looking and so stupid at the same time?
Two words for you: Get a brain!"

"That's three words, Rod. Now who's being stupid?"

"Oh, shut up, Shone!" Bauman yelled at me as his face turned that shade of
red I absolutely love. "I figured that we'd play strip poker."

"Of course! Why didn't I think of that?"

"Probably because you've been hit in the head with one too many hockey
pucks. You know, it's a proven fact that shots to the head reduce memory
and brain capacity."

"Well, that would explain Galbraith!" I said, laughing.

"You got that right, Shone!" Bauman said, laughing along. From the sounds
of Rod's idea, our team building night was definitely going to be very
interesting.

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I had a lot of things to go through on Thursday, including a trip back to
the doctor's office to get my thumb looked at again. I couldn't believe
that I've been out of action for more than three weeks with this thumb
already, and from the sounds of things from the doctor, it was going to be
another two to four weeks. A month of the hockey season already gone down
the drain, and this was supposed to be the year I'd make an impression on
the scouts. I don't know why he didn't just break it, and set it in a cast
for two weeks to let it heal properly, but I think he said something about
not putting casts on fingers or thumbs or something stupid like that. At
least now I was down to taking 2 aspirin a day to dull the pain. Hopefully,
though, tonight would take my mind off of things for a few hours, anyway.

Joey and Lance left for the evening, but not before I ripped into Lance for
the crap with my thumb. "Hey, Shone," Lance replied with a smirk. "You're
getting a better workout with the fucked-up thumb than you would in the
games. Enjoy it while you can. Have a good time tonight." Not more than
five minutes after Joey and Lance left, in walks Bauman.

"Hi, Shone! How was the trip to the doctor this aft?"

"I think I'm still out for another two to four weeks. I could strangle
Lance for this!"

"I'm sure Lance didn't mean to injure you this badly. You know, Shone, you
are so cute when you get upset. I might have to get you mad more often!"

"You do have a way with words, Rod. Anyway, it's close to 6 now. Did you
tell Bri and Pierre what was on for tonight when you talked to them
earlier?"

"Nah. I thought it would be better to surprise them. More fun that way."

"As much as I hate to say this, you probably know what you're doing. Or at
least I hope you know what you're doing."

Almost promptly at 6, Rodney and Mitsou were at the front door. "Hey,
guys!" I said after opening the door. "Come on in and make yourselves
comfortable."

"Thanks, Shone," Rodney said. "I hope you mean that, if you know what I
mean."

"You'll see, Bri. You'll just have to wait to find out. Grab a seat on the
couch, and I'll be right in."

Bauman and I walked into the living room, where Rodney and Mitsou had made
themselves at home on the couch. "So, Shone," asked Rodney. "What's the
plans for tonight?"

"Well, Bri, I thought we might have a game of cards. It was Rod's idea."

"If I'd have known that, Shone, I would have brought money with me. I don't
think Pierre's got any either."

"Nobody said anything about money, Bri."

"Yeah," added Bauman. "I figured that since it was only going to be us here
tonight, we might play strip poker."

"You're fucking kidding, right?" said Mitsou in shock. "If I'd have known
that's what we were doing tonight, I would have worn more than I did."

All four of us got a good laugh at that last comment as we made our way to
the kitchen table.

"OK, guys," said Bauman. "We're playing deuces wild, one three card
draw. Low hand loses one piece of clothing. Shone, shuffle up and deal them
cards."

The cards just weren't breaking for Mitsou, just as he figured would
happen. Within the first five hands, he'd already lost his shirt, shoes and
socks, and he had just lost this hand. With that, he stood up and slowly
removed his jeans, leaving the adorable defenseman standing there in only
his boxer shorts, which were already showing the beginnings of a hard cock.

"Hey, Pierre," said Rodney, "Where'd you get those Marvin Martian boxers?
They look good on you; really fit your personality! How come we've never
seen those before?"

"Zip it, B-Rod," snapped Mitsou back. "I only wear these when I want to
look good and show off. From the way these cards are going, I'm going to be
showing off a lot more than these shorts!"

Mitsou definitely has a way to get everyone laughing, usually at his own
misfortune. Of course, though, he was right. He lost the next hand, and to
our hoots and hollers, Pierre turned his back to us while he took off the
boxers. I'd never really paid attention to Mitsou in the dressing room
before, but now I wished I had. A little bit about Mitsou: he isn't big,
standing 5'11 and 165 pounds, and he doesn't have the muscle definition of
some of the other players, but he is definitely hot. You could run your
hand down his taut, smooth chest and stomach and feel every muscle. His
legs are well built from all the skating and weights he's done over the
years, but his cock was definitely a keeper. It stood out from his body a
full 9 inches, smooth and built like the rest of his body.

"Hey, guys," said Bauman, "it looks like someone's happy to see us. Do we
want to keep playing cards, or do we want to start having some fun?"

"Did you even have to ask?" replied Rodney, taking off his shirt to reveal
his tight chest.

With that, clothes flew in every direction until everyone was as naked as
Mitsou.

"Well, Pierre," I said to Mitsou. "After our chat yesterday in the parking
lot, you sound like you could use some cheering up." I gave Pierre a little
kiss on his cheek, as Bauman made gagging noises in the background.

"God, Shone," gagged Bauman. "I kiss my grandmother with more passion than
that."

"I know, Rod," I replied. "I saw the pair of slippers and sweater she gave
you the last time she was here. You look so cute in pink!" I knew I hit the
right buttons, since Bauman turned that shade of red I adore so much. We
all had a good laugh at Bauman's embarrassment before we all turned back to
the task at hand.

"You know, Rod," I said. "Pierre's never been over here before. Maybe the
three of us should show him how to be good hosts."

"Shone, that's one of the best ideas you've come up with yet," said
Bauman. "Let's go up to your bedroom and have some fun."

I've never seen four people run up a set of stairs so fast in my life, or
at least since the last time I was at Bauman's place! Anyway, we all
managed to get to my bedroom in one piece, and started to get ourselves
organized.

"OK, Pierre," Bauman said. "Just lie down on Shone's bed, and let us take
care of the rest. Bri, could you run downstairs and grab the bag from the
counter? Now, Pierre, just relax and let us take care of the rest. I
promise that you won't ever forget this."

"Here you go, Rod," said Rodney, somewhat out of breath from running down
and back up the stairs. "What the hell have you got in here?"

"Just some stuff Pierre should love," said Bauman, pulling out a can of
whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. "This might be a little
cold, but I promise it won't be for long."

Bauman took the bottle of chocolate syrup, and began to squeeze the
contents onto Mitsou's smooth, tight chest. "Oh, fuck, that's cold!" yelled
Mitsou. "I hope the fuck you know what you're doing."

With that, Bauman, Rodney and myself began licking the sweet syrup from
that delicious chest and stomach. Mitsou was obviously enjoying the
sensations of our tongues running up and down his chest, as his hard cock
was now straining to its full 9 inches.

"Hmmm," I said curiously. "I see something that needs some attention. Don't
move, Pierre, I don't want to make too much of a mess on my sheets, not
that there isn't already going to be one." I took the bottle of syrup and
can of whipped cream and made my way down to Mitsou's cock to make my own
dessert. A large amount of syrup oozed its way down the length of his hard
cock, and to top it all off, I sprayed a small bit of whipped cream on the
tip to make a crown. "Good enough to eat, if I do say so myself."

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" Mitsou began moaning as I began to lick
away at my dessert and the hidden surprise buried beneath. "Don't fucking
stop, Shone. That is so fucking amazing, I've never felt this way. Oh,
fuck!" Bauman and Rodney had switched places to give Mitsou more pleasure:
Bauman began sucking on Mitsou's feet and toes, while Rodney turned his
attention to Mitsou's adorable face.

"Don't say a word, Pierre," whispered Rodney. "Just relax and let us finish
this."

Mitsou's body began quivering from all the wonderful sensations he was
feeling from all the attention the three of us were giving him. I could
feel that Mitsou was very close to shooting his load, so I began sucking
his cock with increased passion.

"Oh, fuck!" screamed Mitsou. "I'm need to shoot my load in your hot mouth,
Shone.  OH, FUCK!!!" Mitsou yelled as he began firing shot after shot of
hot cum down my throat. I began to wonder if he was ever going to finish,
since I've never seen anyone cum that much.

"Fuck, guys," moaned Mitsou. "That was so awesome. I've never felt anything
like that in my life!"

"That's OK, Pierre," said Bauman. "I'm not finished with you yet. I still
have a little problem I have to take care of, and you're going to help me
with it. You two mind?"

"Nah," I said back to Bauman. "Brian and I will take care of ourselves. Go
ahead with Pierre."

Rodney and myself sat down on the carpet, and promptly began to suck on
each other's cocks. I figured it wouldn't take long for either of us to
blow our loads, considering how turned on we were from this entire
episode. Bauman turned his attention to Mitsou's ass and began to loosen up
the tight hole that was soon going to be fucked.

"Make sure that you relax, Pierre," said Bauman, "or this is going to
hurt." Bauman began to slowly push his 9-inch cock into Mitsou's tight ass.

"Oh, fuck!" yelled Mitsou. "That fucking monster is going to tear apart my
insides!"

"I did say to relax, Pierre, and it'll be a whole lot better. Just wait
until I'm all the way inside you, I guarantee you'll forget about
everything else."

Bauman finally managed to get his whole cock into Mitsou's ass, and
Pierre's groans of pain soon turned to moans of ecstasy. "Fuck, Rod, that
feels so good. Keep it up; keep pounding my ass with that hard cock of
yours. That's so fucking good!"

Bauman couldn't have been fucking Mitsou's ass for more than five minutes
before he began to get short of breath. "I'm ready to cum, Mitz. I'm going
to shoot my load all over you.  Here it comes, Mitz. Oh, fuck, I
can't.hold.back.Oh, fuck!" Bauman moaned as he let loose shot after shot of
cum onto Mitsou's smooth chest and stomach. Rodney and I shot our own loads
into each other's mouths at the same time that Bauman blasted
Mitsou. Exhausted, we got up off the floor and sat on the bed beside
Bauman's spent, sweaty body.

"Man, that was fucking awesome!" said Bauman. "Mitz, you are so fucking
tight, I've never fucked anything that tight. That felt fucking amazing."

"Oh, fuck," moaned Mitsou. "I know how you feel. That was the best thing
I've ever felt.  I should have done this with you guys sooner!"

"Hey, Mitz, you can come over anytime you want. This toad over here is
always ready for anything, aren't you, Rod?" I said as I pointed to Bauman.

"Yeah, well, I'm not the only one here who's always ready to suck a
cock. Our goalie over here is pretty darn good at tonsil hockey as well."

"What can I say? I just can't get enough of a good thing. Maybe that's why
I love being with Rod so much. Now, if I could only teach him how to clean
his room, we'd be set."

Bauman began to turn red as I managed to embarrass him in front of the team
again. We all had a laugh at his expense as we went back downstairs to
watch the movie Mitsou had brought over. All in all, I have to say that
this was an excellent rookie bonding evening.  Hopefully, there will be
more of them in the future, and I'll be looking forward to every single one
of them!

------

The team bonding must have had the desired effect on things, because when
the game on Friday against Belleville was over, we had pummeled the Bulls
by a score of 13-1! Killer even said himself in the dressing room after the
game that he didn't imagine that this would be the result of the team
building exercises. He said that he might have to do this again in the
future.  Based on the way Mitsou played, with 2 goals and 6 assists, we
might have to bond with him in the same way again before every game!

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This is probably going to be the last story in the series based on last
year's team. Now that the new season is here, I'll update the story with
the new team. If anyone has any ideas for what to do with the new team,
send me a mail with any ideas or suggestions. Feedback is always welcome,
so feel free to send me an e-mail at rangersgoalie30@yahoo.com and let me
know if you liked the story or not, or if you have any other ideas or
requests.