by Denver Hoof
I have a little bit of a hockey gear fetish for all you interested.
Let me paint you a little picture, I live in a city of about 10,000 or so, and to me it's got a nice setting. Not too big, or not too small, and definitely not the size of Montreal! Anyway, I occasionally smoked the reef, and always went to buy off a certain dude that I shall remain nameless but we will instead just call him Jay, since he sells me weed or Jays. Anyway I call him up one day and he says he would meet me at his house that he was just done with hockey practice and would be home in about 20 minutes or so. So I pull up and just as I am pulling up he is getting home.
So I continue on in the house with him, and his hair is still wet from the heavy playing I guess. I followed him up his stairs and could smell his jock sweat, and this made me hard as a rock. Seeing the white socks slip out of his White DC Sneakers, the DC Sneaker was Black, and Red Lined. They were hot sneakers that I wanted so bad to sniff. Anyway I continued with my transaction, when there was a knock at the door. He asked me to let them in, and it was a couple more guys obviously there for the same reason. While I was waiting for my stash of weed, my mind started to wander to his hockey gear, and thinking maybe it was in the back of his truck or something.
Then there was another knock at the door, there was a frenzy of people coming to buy some weed. I grabbed my weed, and had one more glance of his white socked feet, and proceeded to my truck. Something came over me, and I peered into the back of Jays truck and low and behold it was his hockey bag. I know it's the worst thing to steal, but I grabbed the hockey bag, and threw into my truck, and next thing you know I was driving down the road. My adrenaline was racing, my heart was beating, and I was hard, I wasn't thinking with the right head.
Anyway, I made it home and took the bag into my house, and to the basement. By this time I was so nervous to do anything with the contents of the bag. I started to think of what might happen if I got caught. What if someone saw me taking the bag and let Jay know. What if someone was in one of the cars that was there in the parking lot. There was so much going through my mind that I started to feel guilty and wish I never did what I had just did, and to a friend. I left the bag in the dark basement and tried to carry on with the evening, and even blazed a couple of joints. I realized I shouldn't have blazed the joints it only made the situation seem even worse than before.
I finally just called it a night and decided to go to bed and think of a way to return the bag or just get rid of the bag.
The next morning I woke up I had a raging hard on as usual and could only think of the bag and it's contents. I went down to the ... TO BE CONTINUED
