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Playoffs - Simon - 11-16-2025
Playoffs
In the first period, there was only one scorer and that was Vipers defender Marc S., who was able to beat Richard P. with a shot on goal. Further highlights were rather scarce in the first third.
Chapter 1 The match report
In the first period, there was only one scorer and that was Vipers defender Marc S., who was able to beat Richard P. with a shot on the break. Further highlights were then rather scarce in the first period. The defensive lines of both teams hardly played into the hearts of their respective coaches and fans in the period that followed, so absolutely lousy. Because chances arose on both sides and only the two goalkeepers prevented a more goal-filled interim result. However, that should change.
At the beginning of the second period, Paul Weiner (36) took Viper goalie Janek L. off the ice and thanked Brian E., who had only seen limited action over the entire season, for his dedication.
However, Dennis would have liked his debut to have gone a bit better, because after only 8 seconds the puck was in his goal for the first time. But the Vipers were not shocked at all and after only another 8 seconds they were awarded a penalty.
The man who was fouled, Georg F., took the penalty shot himself, but was stopped by Svennson in the Lions goal. However, the Vipers were able to celebrate just 28 seconds later. Michael K. scored the 2:1 for the Vipers after great work by Chris Henley and Georg F. (21st min.), and just 52 seconds later, Michel even increased the lead to 3:1 after a fine pass from Marc (22nd min.).
But the Lions struck back immediately. Not a minute later, Richard shot his team within one goal again (23rd min.).
Four goals in 2? minutes was not bad at all.
In the following minutes, both defenses settled down and the flood of chances on both sides did not subside. It was not until the 39th minute that Henley increased the lead to 4:2 with a shot on target. But as usual in this period, the Lions struck back immediately. Ren? Wolf scored his second goal of the afternoon.
The final period began with the Vipers in the box, and the Lions scored their first power-play goal of the game. Rudolph I. scored the 4-4 equalizer with a tap-in. In the 48th minute, the Lions were also awarded a penalty, which Keller converted clinically to give the Lions their first lead.
The Vipers, however, did not give up and did not want to surrender without a fight. With 2? minutes left on the clock, their efforts were rewarded when Michael K's shot went in and defenseman Marc S collected the rebound for his team to tie the game at 5.
The penalty shots now had to bring the decision about the extra point and here the Lions were a bit more accurate than the guests. Again it was Keller who managed the decisive hit and thus made the first defeat of the Vipers in almost 2 years perfect.
“Great!” he said, shaking the hand of the Lions' coach, and then quickly turned around and went back to the locker room frustrated. It had been a long time since something like that had happened to him, and he had to digest that first.
Paul Weiner was not a man who was particularly gentle with his boys when it came to instilling discipline and toughness in them. The Vipers' winning streak had lasted almost two years and today of all days it had to end. Today was one day after his 36th birthday. Today he wanted to celebrate his third championship. Now it will only be the runner-up title. It sucks.
They have won the championship in commanding fashion for the last two years and this year, too, everything was going perfectly. Except for that stupid game today. He was absolutely frustrated. Just thinking about the press conference made him feel sick. How he hated those hordes of journalists. If you win, they say, “You're making the league boring!”
If you lose, everything is ruined. But everything was going so well! If Marc hadn't made that stupid foul against Keller, we would have made it again. Marc will pay for this, he swore to himself, but still made his way to the press conference. As he made his way, Marc came towards him, but spontaneously decided not to cross his path, because the look emanating from Paul sent an icy shiver down his spine.
Chapter 2? Foggy
When Marc went into the cabin, it took his breath away. It was so steamy and stuffy in here that you could hardly see a meter. He groped his way more badly than right, until he had arrived at his place. He took off his clothes, threw them in the corner and let his frustration out. Marc sat down and held his head in his hands. Thoughts of what would be if and the worst, the coach's look from just now went through his head.
He must have sat there for quite a while until he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulders. When he looked up, he saw Janek looking comfortingly at him.
“Hey, kid, don't hang your head, it's happened to all of us. No big deal!”
Marc shook his head. “I said before that I didn't feel too good today, and now this. And it's my fault that we lost?” he almost shouted at him.
“Nonsense! It's no one's fault! And if it is, then it's all of us, because we just played like crap today. What the heck. The season is over and Pauli will come up with something to harass us again, so that something like today doesn't happen again.
He looked at Janek in amazement. Janek, who at 20 years old, was simply a dream guy. Not an ounce of fat on his smooth, almost hairless body. Everything about him was just perfect. Not everything, though. He had a scar on the inside of his left thigh.
Small but visible. However, more defects on his body were simply not to be found. Somehow he must have noticed my examination, because he suddenly said, “Come on Marc, go take a shower. We have a lot to do today.” See you later for dinner and hurry up, they've all already left. Don't want you to be surprised by a bunch of cleaning ladies.” He smiled and left.
Reluctantly Marc trudged under the shower. The warm water and the hard jet allowed him to relax noticeably. Marc loved these showers, which were particularly good here, because they had the luxury of installing shower cubicles with massage nozzles.
Marc silently thanked the architect and let the water jets massage him. His favorite was a nozzle that sprayed the water with varying intensity from below onto his sack, giving him an intense special ball massage and wonderfully pampering his rosette.
He lathered himself up from top to bottom, repeatedly sliding his semi-rigid cock to pleasure it until it was as straight as a die. At the same time, he ran his other hand along his anal rosette and kneaded his own ass cheeks.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt a hand on his inner thigh, and he opened his eyes, which he had closed in sheer bliss. There stood Michael in front of him, grinning at him. “Well, I thought that you needed a special kind of relaxation first.”
Marc looked at Michael, completely baffled. Michael was a year older than he, 18, and there was one thing he had always been sure of: none of the guys, except for himself, was even a little bit gay.
He looked at him in amazement, his eyes scanning Michael's upper body. A firm, hairless chest and strong, muscular upper arms. Suddenly he went wild and leaned forward to lick his neck. Michael got a slight goose bump on the chest, which turned Marc on additionally.
Michael shuddered and moaned softly as Marc went deeper and paused between the two hard muscles to explore the valley in between with his tongue. When he came to the left nipple of the crunchy boy, he began to suck on it.
This was almost too much for Michael, who gasped for air as Marc gently twisted the nipple between his teeth. He ran his hands through Marc's short blonde hair and pressed his head firmly against his chest. He couldn't get enough of this wonderful feeling.
Finally, he gave in and let go of Marc's head. Marc continued his journey down and licked and kissed the muscle strands on Michael's stomach.
When he arrived at Michael's belly button, he circled his tongue over the fuzz on Michael's body. A thin line started just below his navel and disappeared into the magnificent bush of Michael's rock-hard cock.
His cock was great, Marc thought to himself. It rose proudly upwards. Slightly curved at just one point, it had the right girth. Not too fat and not too thin. The spongy glans had a perfect helmet shape, and tiny drops of pre-cum appeared constantly in the wide-gaping piss slit, gently mixing with the shower water.
His balls were perfectly proportioned to the rest of his equipment and were completely hairless. Marc began to lick at them, causing Michael to shudder and groan deeply. He went down a bit to give Marc the best access to his steaming balls.
Marc gave Michael's balls an extensive wash before concentrating on what interested him the most. He stared at Michael's erection.
It seemed to Michael as if time had frozen while he waited for what he knew would happen next.
When Marc leaned forward and took half of the rock-hard cock in his mouth, Michael let out a whimper. The whimpers and moans grew louder as Marc, ignoring the fact that they were in a more or less public place, ran his mouth from root to tip.
Mike circled the trimmed head with his tongue and dipped it into the trickling slit before returning to the shaft. He sucked the whole thing down his throat until his nose was buried in the silky dark bush of pubic hair. He loved the fresh, spicy scent of Michael.
The latter moaned and clawed at Marc's short blonde hair. It didn't surprise Marc when Michael suddenly howled. “Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!” he cried. And a split second after this superfluous warning, Marc felt his mouth being flooded with gob after gob of Michael's hot, salty cum. He found Michael's cream delicious and swallowed it down while the spurting cock released more sperm onto his slobbering tongue.
Just as Michael stopped cumming, they heard a shout from outside.
“Is anyone else in here?” you heard a female voice say.
Damn, it shot through Marc's mind, why does Janek always have to be right?
Yes, just a moment! Marc called.
Well, I guess I'm out of luck. What the heck, it fits today, he said to Michael and just turned off the shower.
When he was about to leave, Michael held him from behind. “You're in my debt! Tonight the coach is giving the general end-of-season party, and you're coming too, got it!?
“But me. . the coach. . I don't know,? he stammered suddenly.
Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get the 'Black Post' today.” Winking and leaving the little guy completely clueless, Michael stormed off.
Chapter 3? April Fool's Joke?
What was that supposed to be? Now completely frustrated again, Marc got ready and also left the cabin.
But he didn't get far. After only a few meters, someone called out to him. “Marc! Marc! Wait!” Marc stopped and turned around. Ren? came up to him. “Shit, what does he want?” Marc wondered to himself.
“Hi, what's up?” he asked, feeling depressed.
“Our trainer wants to talk to you.“ Surprised, Marc looked up. ‘Why?’ he asked suspiciously.
“How should I know?” He just said that I should intercept you and take you to him. He said I shouldn't show up without you. So are you coming now?”
He didn't wait for an answer, but grabbed Marc's arm and pulled him along. Marc was completely dumbfounded and didn't say anything more.
Coach Levingston was known for having an extremely good instinct when it came to his players. He didn't like being addressed formally, which meant that everyone just called him Lev. He learned this from Ren?, who kept bringing up game scenes to him, and kept saying, “And Lev always says...”
Suddenly Ren? stopped. ‘So, in there. I'll see you later. Bye?’ he said and disappeared.
What's going on there? Marc didn't knock, but went in.
“Ah, there you are at last!” shouted Lev, and shot towards him. ‘Hello Marc. I'm Lev.
“I know, and hi,’ replied Marc, somewhat shocked at so much openness. Ultimately, though, not surprising, because after all, I helped him and his team to victory, thought Marc to himself.
It's nice that Ren? managed to catch up with you. You're probably wondering what I want from you?
Yes, exactly! Today everyone seems to be gunning for me, he added in his mind.
Well, have a seat first, he said, walking behind his desk. Marc sat down on the wobbly chair in front of it.
As you probably know, Rudolph is leaving us to join the Panthers. That means we'll be short a defenseman next season. He said this just like that, but looked at Marc intently.
Did I hear that right? He wants me as a defenseman? Uh, and that means you need someone to take a place on the bench?
Lev grinned and shook his head. “No, I was thinking of filling Rudi's current position with a newcomer. And since I've been watching you for quite some time, more precisely since you played in the professional squad for the first time this season, I decided to ask you if you wouldn't want the position?”
I think this is an early April Fool's joke on your part, isn't it?” Marc said. ‘But I completely blew the game today! And you want to put me directly into the professional squad? You've got to be kidding, right?’ he said snappishly. ”Or?”
Well, your game wasn't that bad today. And to be honest, I thought you were one of the best players on the ice today. Even the press noticed that. Sure, you caused the penalty, but so what? Your teammates shouldn't have left you all alone back there, and they should have just put a few eggs in our nest up front.
In the end, I'm sure you would have scored one or two more goals if you hadn't been so busy at the back. But that's all water under the bridge now, the next season is just around the corner, wink wink, and we'd like to have you on our team as a fully-fledged professional.
A natural talent like you would just be wasted on the Vipers. And I have to prevent that, you're just too good for that. I almost said 'horny', but I scolded Lev inwardly.
But I still have a two-year contract with the Vipers. That's going to cost a lot of money to get me out of it! He didn't miss the fact that Lev's legs were now touching his.
“No, let's let our managers work that out, our war chest is well stocked. So are you in?” You could literally feel the air start to sizzle, and you could almost hear the bricks falling off Lev at the same time as Marc accepted.
“Great!” said Lev. ‘This calls for a celebration!’ He went to the fridge and took out a bottle of champagne. ”I hope you don't mind if we share the bottle, I didn't expect you to come, so I didn't bring any glasses.”
Marc nodded. However, it didn't matter, because when Lev uncorked the bottle, the carbon dioxide shot out of the neck in a high arc, soaking Marc's T-shirt through and through.
Lev blushed bright red and apologized repeatedly. Marc didn't care. He still couldn't believe that he was supposed to be a full-time professional next season.
“Come on, I'll give you dry clothes of mine,” said Lev, and that immediately brought Marc back to the present. Only now did he feel the tingling champagne on his body, which had now reached his pants. The tingling liquid had already put his body in a state of excitement, but when the juice reached his cock, Marc felt to his horror how it spread in his jeans.
He stood up and took off his jacket and shirt, throwing them on the floor. “Damn it!” he cursed. Lev had already fetched a towel and held it out to him. When Marc reached for the towel, Lev let go a little too soon and it also fell on the floor.
Both bent over at the same time, and when they both reached for the towel, they happened to look directly into each other's eyes. Neither of them knew later who actually got up first, because at that moment they pounced on each other.
Quickly the two lay entwined on the ground and rolled back and forth on it. They had already torn off their clothes beforehand.
Marc let his new trainer take the initiative because he didn't know what he liked. And with that, he did exactly what Lev had wanted.
Lev explored every inch of this gorgeous young boy's firm, lightly tanned young body. It didn't take long for him to identify all of Marc's erogenous zones, and the boy was already bursting with tension.
When Lev got close to Marc's hammer, he let out a small moan. Suddenly his tongue moved wildly over the surface of Marc's fat glans and pierced the gaping slit from which a steady stream of juices flowed. Unwilling to miss out on the spicy aroma of the pre-cum, his mouth went deeper and deeper to take in more of the fabulous cock.
His own cock was harder than he had ever experienced when he reached down between his legs and started to jerk it off with his left hand. He was clearly addicted to the feel and taste of a hot, stiff piece of meat in his mouth.
The fact that he had come so briefly earlier made it clear to Marc that he could no longer hold back his load for long. He put his hands on Lev's head and started to ram his cock into his new trainer's mouth. “Oh yes! Shit, if you keep this up, I'll cum right away!”
Lev's hand flew up and down his boner. He only wanted to milk his new acquisition.
Oh shit, man, I can feel it coming! Damn, I don't believe it. Yes! Shit, man, here it comes, damn!
As if a dam had broken, Marc's pent-up load exploded and drowned Lev's hungry mouth. He had barely had time to taste it when another searing surge followed. And another. The sperm wouldn't stop spurting out. Although thick strands of it slid down Lev's throat, he didn't have room for it all, and soon it was flowing out of the corners of his mouth, down his chin and neck.
And Marc was still squirting. By the eighth spurt, the ejaculations had become weaker so that Lev could finally taste properly. The sweet yet spicy flavor sank into his taste buds and drove him over the edge. With barely a whimper, he began to pump a huge spurt across the floor with his hand.
Only when he had milked the last drop of cum out of his still-erect cock did Lev finally let Marc's cock slip out of his mouth.
Marc looked down at his future trainer, who had cum all over his face, and grinned cheekily at him.
“Man, that's a huge mess! We have to do that again sometime!” He pulled him up and licked the rest of his cum off Lev's face. Again and again their tongues met and played with each other.
When they had finally dressed again, Lev gave Marc another kiss and said, “See you later. Later at dinner?”
“Sure.” Marc said and left the office feeling relieved.
More soon?