Chapter 2
Lyzander Corbit
Last night, I arrived at St. Vincent's University in New York. I purposely arrived early so I could situate my dorm before my roommate arrived, along with wanting to get a head start with practice since I’m team captain.
Attending this college has always been a dream for me.
It’s always been my first choice, no matter the other offers I received.
Hockey is in my blood, and this is the best school in the country for it.
I’m interested to see who I will be rooming with this year, and I hope it's not some nerd that doesn’t like to have fun, because he’s going to need to find another place to stay.
I laugh to myself as I leave the locker room and head onto the ice. I do a few laps and take a deep breath.
Finally, being on my own, I’m ready to fuck shit up and have a good time.
My father told me to sink into all the pussy I can while being here.
The man is oblivious to the girlfriend I’ve had since right before I left for summer camp.
No matter how many dinners we’ve had together, he still tells me to get rid of her and have fun while I’m here.
He also doesn’t know that I love dick more than pussy.
There’s nothing like stretching out a tight hole while jerking a hard cock, listening to the sounds I rip from a man's mouth. I don’t tell anyone about what I’m into, not since last summer, but whatever.
As long as I keep my grades up, he won’t be bothering me for anything, because once I go pro, the partying will end.
It’s always been just me and my dad my whole life.
My mother left shortly after she had me, leaving my father to raise me.
From what I’ve been told, she’s never tried to reach out, and I’ve never looked for her.
I don’t really have a reason to either. Dad didn’t remarry but I know he’s seeing someone, especially when he says he’s going away on “business”.
I heard him talking to her the other night, and from what I gathered, he’s looking into opening a new headquarters near her town just to be closer to her.
I’m happy for the old man. As long as he stays out of my way, I don’t care what he does with his life.
I hate thinking about this shit when I'm on the ice though. The ice is my happy place, but it also brings back memories of summer camp that I don’t want to remember.
Getting annoyed with my own thoughts, I leave the rink and head for the showers.
Walking into the empty locker room, I strip from my gear and step into the shower.
Turning on the spray, I stand under the cold water, letting it cool down my warm skin.
My dick hardens as a memory flashes through my mind.
“You gonna break up with that girlfriend of yours when you get back home?” I ask, wrapping my hand around his length as he stands in the shower with his back to me. Pumping him slowly, he lays his head against the cold tile as I run my hard cock between his ass cheeks.
“I told you I would! W-what about you?” he pants as my fist glides up and down his thick length.
“ I definitely am, but if you don’t, I’ll be paying you a visit and I’ll do it myself. Does she make you cum as hard as I do, Buttercup?” I whisper, biting down on his shoulder.
“Never,” he moans out.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I jerk myself, remembering all the sounds I ripped from him every single fucking night for two months straight.
Swiping my thumb over my pierced tip, I pick up the pace, tightening my grip.
My whole body tingles as my balls lift and I cum hard against the tile wall.
Biting my lip, I swallow the groan that wants to bleed out, but fuck, why can’t I get him out of my head?
Releasing my cock, I grab a cloth and wash my body and hair.
After I rinse the suds from my body, I shut the water off and pull the towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist just as the locker room door swings open.
A few guys I’ve never met walk in and nod at me.
I nod back as I walk to my locker and get dressed.
There’s no classes today, so I’ll just go back to my dorm and chill out until my roommate arrives.
If he turns out to be a dick, I’ll hit up Trent and see if there are any parties tonight.
Hours later, I’m laying in my bed and an email comes through from the coach. He wants everyone to meet tomorrow at noon for practice. Deciding to text Trent, I switch over to our text thread.
Me:
Did you make it in yet?
Trent:
I did. Where you at? I’m starving.
Me:
You’re always hungry. Wanna meet in the mess hall?
Trent:
Yea. Be there in a few.
Switching threads, I send out a message to my girl, just now remembering to let her know I made it.
Me:
Hey sweets. I made it. Miss you. Gonna go grab some food with Trent.
Little Dancer:
I miss you so fucking much. Tell Trent I said hi. Me and the girls are lounging poolside for the day. I wish you were here. I’m glad you made it safely. Call me tonight so I can hear your voice.
Me:
You got it babe.
Sliding my phone into my jeans pocket, I get up, put my sneakers on, and toss a white tee over my head.
Grabbing my dorm key and wallet, I leave my room and head down the hall to the elevators.
The floor is packed with people finally arriving.
Weaving in and out of the crowd, I press the button and the metal doors slide open.
Stepping in, I press the ‘M’ for the main floor and wait as the cart takes me down ten floors.
The doors slide open and I step out, pushing through the sea of people trying to get into the elevator.
Walking through the double doors and out of the building, I make a left and head for the main building.
It’s not that far of a walk, but I know taking this walk when drunk is going to be a bitch, especially with all these damn stairs. Jesus.
Opening the door, I head in to find the mess hall. I really should’ve brought my map, but there are signs everywhere leading us to where we need to go. Finally finding where I need to be, I see Trent leaning against the wall outside the door, waiting for me.
“Yo, bro,” I yell, and he looks up, putting out his fist. I bump him and we head inside.
“What do you think of this place?” he asks, and I just shrug.
“We are definitely far from home, but this place is fucking huge. Have you met your roommate yet?”
“Yea, he’s on our team. Did you get the email from coach about tomorrow's practice?” he asks, and I nod.
“I’mma whip this team into shape.” I laugh, and he shakes his head as we walk up to the counter. There’s so much food to choose from. “Whatcha thinkin?” I ask as he looks at all of our choices.
“Pizza,” he says, and I nod.
“Yep, I was thinking the same thing.”
We grab our slices and a drink, scan our food cards, and go find a table.
“Have you seen the girls here? They are fucking hot. I have a few I was scoping out on my floor.”
“Meanwhile, our girls are back home poolside today. You’re an animal.
” I laugh, and he rolls his eyes. “But to answer your question, my building was so fucking packed today. I didn’t notice anyone, and I have yet to meet the asshole I’m rooming with,” I tell him as we sit.
Taking a bite of my pizza, I groan. They say New York has the best pizza, bagels, and Chinese food, and damn were they right.
“This is so fucking good, bro. Holy shit,” he says, and I have to agree. “Well, since we have practice midday tomorrow. I say we find something to do tonight, because I heard there is a party at one of the frat houses,” he says as I take another bite of my pizza.
“I’m down. Just text me and we can pregame in my dorm if you want. Did any of the others get here yet?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“I haven’t seen Max or Shawn yet, but they told me they would hit me up when they got here. Lucky assholes got to room together.”
“I’m not looking forward to seeing who's with me. I swear to god he better not be a dick,” I tell him, and he laughs.
“You do realize it's someone on our team, right? Coach apparently made sure we roomed together,” he informs me.
“I wasn’t aware of that,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“Well, shit. Now you can stop crying like a little bitch about it,” he says, and I raise a brow, then laugh.
“Okay, okay. Well, find out who else is on the team and round them up. Let’s all go out tonight. Fuck it,” I say, and the biggest smile crosses his face.
“Done,” he says, finishing up his pizza.
We sit here for a while bullshitting, then we go our separate ways and I head back to the dorm.
The place is still bustling as I weave through people getting to my room.
Taking out my key, I flash it across the pad and swing open the door, stopping in my tracks.
My new roommate is standing on the opposite side of the room, putting his clothes away.
I clear my throat and he spins, taking me in as his eyes widen.
“Z-zan?” he stutters, and I smile wide.
This is going to be so much fucking fun.