It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from Reading the Play, Watkins Glen Gladiators #5.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Basky, Basky, his saves are fantasky!”
Hunkered down in the cattle chute as I thought of the covered hallway leading to the ice, I had to smirk at Greck’s stupid pump-up shouts behind me. The team followed the goalie out onto the ice, and things were pretty chaotic with the men lined up at my back. Greck – the loudest and most keyed-up player I had ever met – was doing what he did best. Cranking people up. His energy seemed to be doubled now that he was wildly in love with Henri. Of all the people to get together I would never have imagined those two. Love was crazy chaotic.
“Your rhymes make my ears hurt,” I heard Fossie shout as I zeroed in visually on the tips of my skates. Tonight was a big one. A game that would set the tone for the rest of the season.
“Fossie, Fossie, his hits are glossy!” Greck bellowed, bounced off someone and into my backside, patted my well-padded rump, and then went on to wax poetic as the lights in the Shaffer Salt Arena dimmed. The hometown fans were on their feet, the shouts and cheers funneling down to us as the guys chest bumped, high-fived, and in the case of Greck, invented silly rhymes to fire us up.
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