Game Seventy. Olympic City vs Boise, in Idaho. Weeknight game, 8pm start. Eureka vs Portnd, in Oregon. Weeknight game, cssic 7pm start. Puck drop ideally within seconds of each other. Four teams, two time zones, one all important outcome: which team between Olympic City and Eureka will earn the fifth and final wild car spot in the Western Division.

  Despite having 32 teams, UHL franchises have become so dependent on routine pyoff gate tickets for revenue, that 20 teams make the pyoffs. Each division has eight teams, the first three teams automatically secure a division semifinal spot. The fourth and fifth team are “wild cards,” meaning that they will py a three game series to decide the fourth division semifinalist. Unlike every other series however, all three games will be hosted by the fourth seed. In our division that will be Seattle. We sit one point ahead of Eureka and own all the tiebreaks, so just getting to overtime guarantees us a pyoff position. We could lose in the 3 on 3 part, or in the shootout and it literally would not matter. Just keep the score tied or have us be ahead after 60 minutes, and at least two games in Seattle are ours. Then we can talk about how the pyoffs would in theory progress.

  Somehow, some deity was smiling down on my boyfriend - a word that made me giddier than humanly possible - and me and coach put Brock and me in a room together for this one game road trip. Given the quick turnaround after Boise it would be possible that we may be rooming in Seattle as well. The league promised to release the pyoff schedule once it knew all of the teams in it, which would come following the conclusion of the league’s West Coast games. That meant we would not know how many potential off days we had before having to go to Seattle should we secure a berth until after the game. As a result, the organization told us to pack for up to seven days away. If there was more than one day in between the final game in Boise and Game 1 in Seattle we would return home, if not we would go straight to Washington and use the momentum from our st two games to hopefully catch them ft footed.

  Flying into Boise for a Tuesday night season finale was tense. Everyone on the team was locked in though, and I hated to say that I think the home shutout had more of an impact than any of us would like to admit. Maybe clearing out the rot starting to take hold in my personal life was making me a better athlete, who is to say?

  The silence between the airport and the hotel was deafening on the bus. No one wanted to break this ice and be the one that caused someone to slip up in concentration. We all had a job to do, and the way we had been pying since the trade deadline - barring two minor extended slip ups - was more than enough to show we belonged in the postseason. Now we just had to mathematically cement it.

  Once we got to the room and that door shut though, all bets were off. We were on top of each other just we were in heat. It may have just been making out, and in our bathroom so there were two sets of closed doors between us and any prying eyes - his idea not mine - but special would not even begin to describe it. I was about to go out and face the biggest game of my nascent professional career, and the man I loved who was also my teammate saw me for who I truly was and was enamored. That did not happen to trans girls, let alone ones in the closet denying themselves the world that would not dare hide its cruelty from us. But here I was, indulging in bliss before I had to go put on a font and shut the world out. Every kiss gave me renewed strength that I was going to get through tonight, and I was going to find a way to bance this house of cards that potentially y after. Brock and I were going out and we were going to let loose. We earned it, so I just had to help fortify this team to make sure we got it.

  The locker room was tenser than it had been all season. The weight of what we were about to try and accomplish y on us. Guys were not as loose as we had been in the run up to this moment, but were trying to put on a face that we could.

  “Tonight’s the night boys, you know what that means,” our captain started getting all of us to quiet down and focus. “This rollercoaster of a season is either going to end, we’re going to break up and have a lot of fucking questions about what could have been, or we are going to get on a fucking pne to Seattle and show that where we are sitting right now is not the true strength of this team.”

  That drew some grunts of affirmation.

  “Some of you have been here longer than others. Some of you, like me, have been here forever. We bance this team like a family all knowing that at any moment any of us would drop everything for a flight across the country for those brighter lights. Let’s not beat around the bush, if someone there got hurt any of us would probably give up this run for a big paycheck and an extended look at New York’s pns for next year. But we’re here. In this shithole of a town pying this shithole of a team with our destiny in our hands. Fuck Eureka. Fuck what they’re doing tonight. I hope they win six nothing for fuck’s sake. Because it does. Not. Matter.”

  Now guy’s were starting to yell in affirmation.

  “All that matters is what we do. And give me the choice of any team in this shithole league that needs 60 minutes to execute a win, and I’m taking this one. When we walk on that ice, its fucking ours. This game means nothing to Boise, and we’re going to remind them that from minute one. Their fans are going to wonder why they fucking shelled out any amount of money to be here tonight. Nothing is going to go well for them. Nothing. We’re going to py our game, and we’re going to clog up their fucking throats so hard they’re wheezing and choking out there while we run circles around them. This is our time. And when we win, we’re going to take that to fucking Seattle and throw them in a trash bin. We’re going to go into Olympia then and show them that this so called “miracle” season they’ve got is a fucking mirage. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we get there, but that doesn’t matter. Because tonight, we’re setting that in motion. We’re going to humiliate this fuckstate so much that they may consider moving the team. I want to see actual tears from our opponents, you hear me?”

  “FUCK YEAH,” someone yelled out.

  “Good. Now, does anyone have anything they want to say?”

  The silence was real. But in that moment I remembered some chant we would do in high school. It was childish. It was immature. But it was hirious, and every hockey team you pyed for did it at sometime. So I just stood up and at the top of my lungs started the call and response.

  OH MAMA DON’T YOU CRY

  Every guy in the locker room knew what was happening and yelled back in response.

  MARINERS HOCKEY IS DO OR DIE

  I was pnning on changing the words a little, but everyone did that. The chant became each locker room’s own. Its character reflected in the words.

  TAKE A HOCKEY STICK IN MY HAND

  We had each other. We were a fucking team. We bent, but we. Did. Not. Break.

  SHOVE ME OFF TO THIS BACKWARDS LAND

  Each call and response got louder, which I did not anticipate.

  COACH MAC SAID ID BE A STAR

  Yes, I wanted to choose Brock for the pyer call out, but honestly it didn’t feel right. This coach had our back, and it was time to show him that his work at this level was going to pay off.

  MARINERS HOCKEY WILL GO VERY FAR

  As we hit the crescendo it was time.

  PUT THE GATORADE IN MY GLASS

  We were ready. We were together.

  WE WILL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS.

  The sound was deafening. Right as we finished we hooted, hollered and ran as fast as we could out on to the ice. The adrenaline did not stop for the next sixty minutes. We gave up may 12 shots on goal all night, and they were softies. It was the easiest shutout of my career. We won 5-0. Eureka never had a fucking chance to try for their shot.

  The jubition in the locker room was real and it was raw. Some staffer brought out like 10 bottles of champagne and the veterans started spraying it at each other. This wasn’t the NHL there weren’t t-shirts made for clinching the pyoffs, no matter how much the league wanted to do it to boost merchandise sales. That wouldn’t come until the division championship round, the conference championship round and the Commissioner’s Cup Final. But that was getting ahead of ourselves.

  Quickly after spraying the locker room with some champers, pstic cups were poured and everyone on the team - even the 19 year olds don’t tell anyone - had a gss to sip and cheers to each other for getting the job done.

  Quietly Coach Mac came into the locker room, looking as stoic as ever.

  “I’m not going to pretend like we are world beaters right now, but some celebration is merited,” he said. “But I’m here to say what our schedule is.”

  Everyone shushed each other pretty quickly to learn how and when we’d be going to Seattle.

  “They probably think they fucked us in the league office, and are feeling pretty good about it,” he went on. “We’re the first game. One day off and py Thursday. We’ll fly to Seattle first thing, if we get in a Thursday morning skate is dependent on a number of factors. Don’t run yourself roughshod tonight, but you’ve earned being happy. Let’s fucking get it.”

  And with that he was out. The party music came on. We all started embracing, and just reveling in the moment. I knew I did not want to be here too long, not because of dysphoria or feeling overly masculine. No a certain teammate had some promises he needed to keep, and some wheels needed to be set in motion quickly in order for them to be met.

  We ducked out of the locker room with the first wave of guys eager to hit the bars in order to go to the hotel. As we got in our room Brock handed me his phone, showing me a conversation to read.

  “Yo, can I use your apartment for a quickie? You’re still with Holly right, can you owe me this one even if we just wrecked your shit?”

  “Yeah I’m going to her pce. Spare key is where it is. Just be discreet.”

  “Of course.”

  “Who was that?” I asked.

  “Look, this is shit but that guy was known as the apartment where guys could go to cheat on their girl with someone because he was always staying at his fiancé’s pce. I’m not proud of doing this, but,”

  “Hey, I get it. That’s…terrible but actually helpful for us.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I’m going to take the cute backpack Jenna gave me and fill it with clothes for tonight. I’ll get changed and do makeup there and keep it with me, it won’t look out of pce at the bar.”

  “Oh perfect. While you gather that, I’ll start the shower,” he said with a wink.

  I assembled the cutest outfit I snuck in to my luggage, and an assortment of makeup. Showering in the hotel meant my hair will have time to drive, and well Brock and I will get some forepy before anything. I also made sure to pack some lube in this bag. I had no intention of using this hotel room if we did not need to, especially with the free apartment. We could always clean up there a little bit before hitting the bar.

  Eagerly I made my way over to the shower and joined my man under the scalding hot water. I immediately put my hand on his rock hard abs and leaned in to kiss him. Each new pce that we kissed each other just felt special. And I had no desire to run out of new pces to kiss that hunk anytime soon.

  “I can’t wait for this apartment, I made sure to pack the lube,” I whispered in his ear smacking his ass.

  “Wait, are you?”

  “Yeah, there. I want to let fucking loose at the bar. I don’t want either of us not being able to get it up when we get back.”

  “Oh baby that’s never happened, I promise”

  “I’m not taking any chances. You’re taking me tonight.”

  “Eager dy aren’t you?”

  We went back to kissing until the water’s heat started to waver the tiniest bit.

  “Okay get out pretty boy. I need to do some prep.”

  “Get clean and loose,” he had the fucking audacity to wink at me while saying that.

  “Oh god your sister expined this part to you didn’t she?”

  “Oh she gave me the entire talk. I was 19. I did not want to hear any of it.”

  “I cannot wait to thank her for that.”

  “Shush, and loosen up so we can get going.”

  Thankfully our hallway was empty when Brock and I made our way to our rideshare. We looked like two straight guys heading out to the club, ready to pull in a new city. Or at least that’s the vibe Brock gave off to the driver, as he made all the conversation. I let out a “can’t wait to fucking rage, even here” at some point in the drive, hammering home that there was nothing to look into just two friends going to be each others’s wingmen. It was suffocating. But it was worth it to just get through until we were at his teammate’s pce.

  Brock quickly found the spare key under the potted pnt on the porch, and we discreetly entered. It was clear from the smell of this pce that we were not the only ones to use it in the st week. Or st 48 hours really.

  Ignoring that, Brock said he was going to find the towels and specific washer to put them in after, as this horn dog of a team had a whole undry list of items to check off when using “the abode” as they crudely called it.

  “Catch this,” he said as he walked off, throwing me a bottle of poppers. That fucking sister of his, I needed to buy her a car or something. She really prepped him for everything. Its like we were destined to meet. Poor Brock, sentenced to a future of horny tgirls ready to throw themselves at him for life acting like this.

  I went and started to get change, discarding my mask of an outfit and lightly doing my makeup. I would do the full face after, as I fully expected Brock to rub whatever light touches I put on off during what was about to come.

  Making my way to the bedroom in just my panties and bra with two newly acquired breast forms put in, I found him lying on a towel on the bed in just his boxers, with a very clear signal of wanting me to join him as he pat his hand on the towel.

  “I want you to suck this for a few seconds,” I said as I turned on the vibrating plug and threw it to him.

  He raised an eyebrow in confusion unsure about where to go from here. Still painfully cis, I see.

  “One its going to be incredibly hot to watch. And two its the final step in loosening me up and I want your spit to help.”

  He understood, letting out his mammoth of a tongue coating the plug in his saliva as it vibrated in his mouth. I could see the faintest drip forming through his boxers as he let himself get turned on by what was about to happen. I then threw the lube down on the bed saying “for ter, I’ll let you know when,” as I began to crawl on all fours towards him leading my mouth to the plug I was about to use. I kissed it and him as I grabbed the plug and stuck it up my ass, making the tiniest squeak when I got it in.

  The bliss my face was showing was clearly enough an invitation as Brock grabbed my face and pulled me in closer to start making out. With my free hands I began to remove his boxers freeing his fully erect penis begging for some attention. His excitement had already begun to lubricate himself, like his body was pleading to be put to use to pleasure me. He was all mine, but he was ramping up to fucking take me and send me into eternal bliss.

  I slowly stroked him while we kissed, eliciting some moans from our star defensemen.

  “Don’t worry, you’re going to be ready for the main event, I just wanted to give you a little taste of what’s to come,” I said breaking off the kiss and sliding his dick into my mouth. I cannot tell you how long I longed for a taste of him, savoring every moment. My face buried in his crotch took in all his impressive length giving him more and more pleasure as I worked my way up and down the shaft. He bucked his hips at me instinctually, causing me almost a moment of gagging. This was my first time blowing someone, and I really had no idea what I was doing. But I let myself inhale the scent from the light bits of sweat forming around his crotch and I knew that I could do no wrong in that moment. Brock grabbed down taking parts of my hair in his hands pulling me in deeper.

  “Rhea…Rhea, fuck,” clearly I was having an effect on him.

  After a few more seconds I came up for air and kissed him on the mouth. I wanted him to taste exactly what I did, savoring himself for the beauty he had become in my eyes.

  “Fuck? Is that what you want pretty boy?”

  Before he could respond, I put a finger over his mouth shushing him. I then flipped over on to my back, and grabbed the lube that I stashed under the pillow, along with the bottle of poppers.

  “Take this and lube up two fingers and your dick,” I said as I sniffed the bottle another time, letting the head rush help loosen me as I pulled the plug out. I then grabbed the lube from him and put a little on my ass just to be sure.

  “Now, take those two fingers and dance in there for a second, and then go…slow,” I said emphasizing those st words. Despite my false confidence this would be my first time ever being penetrated, and a part of me was nervous beyond belief.

  Brock eagerly waited for me to finish giving him instructions before he inserted one finger, caressing the muscles that he would need to loosen in order to take me. It made me squirm almost immediately, with precum leaking on to my chest.

  “Mmm, good girl. Squirm for me and loosen up.”

  God dammit Lazenby. That worked more than it had any fucking right to. I will have words with your sister over this.

  Soon, he was able to get a second finger in and deftly spread them, opening me up a little more. I was full on grabbing the bed now, in sheer bliss. I did not know how long I was going to be able to hold on before cumming all over my own chest.

  Somehow he picked up on that, removing his fingers and straddling me. He gave me a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his shaft and deftly guiding it to my ass. Slowly putting in the tip, he checked with me to make sure he hadn’t started hurting me. Giving him a nod he began inserting himself in slower and slower until he was deep enough to have my hips buck into him. From there he began a rhythmic motion of fucking me harder and harder as he went on as I cried out in put ecstasy.

  “Fuck…me,” I tried to get out as I started cumming all over myself lost to the moment. Seconds after Brock couldn’t hold on any longer and started himself, spraying his cum into my ass torrent after torrent or at least that’s what it felt like. Eventually he fell on top of me and we started kissing, just ying there in the mess we made. It was perfect. I prayed it would never end.

  Brock took charge in cleaning up, as it was clear a second shower would be needed for me, with him joining for the st few minutes just to wash off the cum I left on his stomach when we embraced.

  I then went into makeup mode, recreating the full faces that Jenna and Sam had been helping me master. By the time I styled my hair a little bit and put on my new outfit, I was completely unrecognizable to the bro that drove us to this shithole of an apartment.

  By the time we made it to the bar it was 12:30 in the morning, and the party had been going. Brock actually got a few looks thrown his way by men either recognizing him as the pyer that utterly destroyed the Boise Bisonhead earlier that night, or because my man was just fucking gorgeous. I’m guessing it was the tter, but being a queer bar in Idaho I knew no one would go out of their way to out him, knowing that they would be outed in the process. The mutual assured destruction was an unfortunate consequence of our backwards ass society and this backwards ass pce, but hey for one night we let it help us in how we were hiding from the world.

  A few drinks and a few hours of dancing ter, it was time for us to go home. This was the trickiest part of the pn. We would have to just go to the hotel as is, I did not want to change back into masc me in a queer bar bathroom in fucking Idaho after all. I was not the only doll at this bar, and I met some lovely girls who complemented me on my outfit, and very clear “glow” that I had from earlier in the night. I wanted to go home as me and savor it.

  We figured that getting to the hotel around 3:15 am would mean we wouldn’t see a soul, and that this would be the safest way to get back and change. We did not need to meet in the lobby until 10 am tomorrow, checkout time, so we’d get some sleep. Even if it meant we were likely going to cuddle in one of the two queen sized beds in the room.

  Life however, had other pns. As we stumbled up to our floor, both Brock and I froze as we ran walked straight into Cude wearing nothing but a towel and carrying an ice bucket. The sheer panic on my face led him to go “woah woah, no questions here” and “just be sure you’re quiet Brock, I think Jamie’s asleep.”

  “Yeah, don’t worry. She knows. And we’re going to be deathly silent.”

  “Cool, he’s our bro. I know you’re new.”

  “Look.”

  “Nah, I get it, you pyed here for a while. Plus we are all celebrating, and I’m sure you knew people in the area. We’ve all been there for a night,” he said holding up the ice bucket. I wondered what that was about. “Just…I had to say.”

  “Yeah of course. Night, Cude.”

  “Night, Brock. Hell of a fucking game. I won’t say a thing, don’t worry. Just, get her out of there before he wakes up.”

  “That’s the pn.”

  Thank goodness.