Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 20:00:54 -0800
From: Tyler Jacobs <tyler90012@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sid and Marc

DISCLAIMER: This work is entirely fictional and in no way
represents the true actions or thoughts of any of the
individuals involved.

Sid and Marc - PART I

     21 year-old Marc-Andre Fleury boarded the bus, chose a
seat at the very back where he would be alone, and tried to
fall asleep on the five hour bus ride from Wilkes-
Barre/Scranton to Pittsburgh.  The 6'2'', 170 pound French-
Canadian goaltender had just been called up from the
Pittsburgh Penguins' minor league affiliate to play with the
big club once again, and he had stayed up the entire night
before he was so excited.  He hadn't played very well in his
first chance in the NHL, but he was only 19 then, and the
last two years had given him a chance to work out all the
kinks in his game.  He was ready for this opportunity, and
he had no intentions of returning to the minors again.
Fleury had been the number one draft pick in the NHL just
two years before and was Team Canada's goaltender at the
last World Junior Hockey Championships.  He loved the
spotlight just too much to be playing in a place like Wilks-
Barre/Scranton, Pennsylvania.
     Getting a shot in the NHL wasn't the only reason Fleury
was excited to play for the Penguins, though.  He was going
to be reunited with his good friend and former Team Canada
teammate, 18 year-old Sidney Crosby, who had just been
drafted number one and signed by the Penguins a few months
earlier.  Crosby had already established himself as a worthy
NHLer and was on his way to becoming one of the top scorers
in the league.  Fleury had always had a crush on the young
5'11'' stud from Nova Scotia, but had never shared his
feelings with Crosby in case he didn't feel the same way.
This time would be different, though.  Not only did Fleury
want to improve his game on the ice. he also wanted to tell
Sidney how he felt.
     Now just a few minutes into the trip, Fleury was still
having trouble sleeping, and he began to think about seeing
Crosby in a few hours.   The closest passengers to him were
several rows away, so he slipped down into his seat and
unzipped his jeans.  He unbuttoned his boxers, and
maneuvered his hard, 7-inch cock through the fly.  He began
to stroke his meat, thinking about Sid and his cute twinky,
yet solid, 190 pound frame.  Even more appealing to Fleury
was Crosby's cock, which he had seen in the dressing room
many times before.  He had only seen it soft, and guessed it
was 4-5 inches long then, one of the largest on the junior
team.  He could only imagine how big it would be hard.
Fleury thought about playing with Sid's cock, teasing him by
holding the base and slowly licking the head and then moving
down to his balls and giving them a good tongue-wetting.
Then he imagined taking what he guessed would be 8 or 9
inches of boy meat into his throat, his head bobbing up and
down, giving Sid the blowjob of a lifetime.  Faster and
faster Fleury rubbed his cock, and within two minutes, he
shot a huge wad of cum six inches up into the air, and
moaned, "Oh, fuck," as it landed on his shirt.  He quickly
looked up to make sure no one had heard him, and seeing that
everyone was minding their own business, scooped up the cum
off his shirt and wiped it underneath his seat.  Fleury put
his cock away and swung his lanky body around, putting his
feet on some empty seats across from him.  He gradually
drifted off to sleep, thinking about what was in store for
him in a few hours in Pittsburgh.

Sid and Marc - Part II