Keith felt like his ears were burning, as he showered and changed. It had been a great training session, if he kept up the hard work, he could earn a college scholarship with his abilies. As the best player in the team, he was loved by his team mates, revered for the trophies he won for the school.
Hell, half the trophies in the display case had his name on them. As captain, a critical team mate, and even for solo sports. He was beloved by all.
Well, all except the women he loved and cast aside. Blessed with charisma and an easy charm, he found his way to convince each of his conquests that they were unique. His love for them was true, and they were destined to be together. The girls dismissed their rivals and predecessors as jealous, and angry they'd lost him.
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Alas for Keith, a clique of his previous partners were also sharing stories. In the girls changing rooms, his lines were being completed by different members of the hockey squad. Realisation dawning on them how naive they'd been. That they'd all fallen for line in BS, there were a few burning cheeks. Memories of acts of devotion, or proofs of love were bubbling up. As various players recalled giving Keith blow jobs, hand jobs, and a couple of the more heavily endowed girls beamed their shame at the titty wanks they'd given that shit!
Kicking out in anger, Charlene the head of the hockey squad spotted a stone on the floor. It sat on the tiled floor, looking pretty like a semi-precious stone. Polished and partially transparent, it seemed to glow or catch the ceiling lights, and made rather hypnotic.
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