Hot Jocks, page 17
“They’re hockey players. They can’t use a towel twice?”
“That’s why they can’t use a towel twice, because they are hockey players. Anyway, I ran to the closest locker room from the arena and headed to the shower area for the towels. As I stepped into the room, there he was.”
“Prince Charming?” Tony blinked his eyes in admiration.
“No. The goalie. I don’t know what he was doing in there, but all he wore was his full face mask, just like Jason in those Friday the 13th movies, and his jersey.”
“His southern half was hanging out?”
“Sort of. His back was to me and I stared at his perfect ass. Round and firm and covered in a thick mat of fur.” I licked my lips. “I was staring at a vision of heaven.”
“Did you get a boner?” Tony leaned forward. “Did you take a picture?”
“All the blood left my head because I had a raging hard-on. The goalie dropped something and bent over, spreading fleshy orbs to the sweetest pink pucker I have ever seen. All I wanted to do was stick my tongue inside.”
“I have something else I’d stick inside.” Tony rubbed his quickly swelling groin.
My arousal grew also, from the memory, the retelling and Tony’s reaction. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “It’s getting hot in here.” I tried to fan myself.
“Forget that, keep going.”
“I must have gasped or something, because he stood up and turned to face me. Oh, my god. His hairy legs supported the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. His dick bounced in front of him, thick and erect, wet tip oozing, and balls swinging back and forth.”
“What did you do?”
“The only thing I could do: Drop to my knees and praise Jesus. I dove between his legs and had his cock in my mouth so fast, he didn’t know what happened. It took a while to relax my throat muscles enough to be able to swallow all of his ten inches, but it was fun once I did. My hands massaged his ass, oh so hairy and firm and tight, as I sucked his dick down my throat. I won’t ever forget the moment…”
He pulled his jersey up in front and lifted his chest pad. Sculpted abs covered in the softest pelt ascended his torso.
My eyes stared into the vortex of hair that circled his belly button and drew me in, deeper, deeper. One of my hands slipped up his leg and into the jersey, finding his nipple. I rolled it between my fingers and felt it grow into a sharp pointed peak.
A low moan escaped from behind the white plastic mask. His head tipped back as he thrust his pelvis into my mouth.
My speed increased as his did. His shaft was so thick it threatened to gag me with each stroke. Our rhythm became one, and we danced. His low-hanging balls quickly pulled up to his shaft and brushed my chin, and I knew he was close.
I grabbed his testicles and pulled down on them, hard.
His hips bucked and his knees threatened to give as a thick hot wave filled my mouth.
I drove forward, pushing his cock deep into my throat as the next wave exploded out of him. My tongue swirled around his sensitive shaft, mixing saliva and semen to send more waves of pleasure through his body.
His hands grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his bush and held it there.
I was drowning and smothering at the same time. Musky male scent, sweat and semen filled my nostrils as I breathed him in.
As his body jerked one last time, he slowly pushed my face away from his dick and shivered as it sprang free. He pointed to my pants, turned around, and pointed at his hot, hairy ass.
My pants were down around my ankles as my mouth found his hole. The slogan “reuse and recycle” came to mind as I spit out the last of his semen and lubed his pucker with it. My tongue tasted him and sought entry into heaven.
He spread his legs wide as I dove in. My tongue morphed into a heat-seeking missile set on its target. Bull’s eye: I was in. My tongue fucked him as my hand worked my erection; precum oozed out and down my shaft. More juices ran down my chin and slipped along his furry cheeks.
“Fuck me,” he said.
I stood, not needing any more encouragement. His ass was tight and I struggled to enter him with my thick eight inches.
He pushed back as I drove forward and I filled him to the hilt. My balls slammed against his cheeks.
No sooner did my pubes hit his ass than I was out and reinserting my cock in his butt.
His ass sucked me back in, and I pulled out with a wet pop, only to enter him again and again. He was so hot and wet and tight, I only had a few more strokes in his perfect bubble butt, before my cock exploded inside him. I pushed in deeper and deeper as his asscheeks milked me for all I was worth, draining my balls dry.
I pulled out and dropped to my knees; his butt was eye level now. I watched as the pucker pulsated and retracted like a mouth sucking all it could get.
My lips kissed them and they seemed to kiss me back.
“The next thing I knew, the locker room doors burst open and a mob of hockey players stormed in. I pulled up my pants and tried to cover my mess, as the goalie grabbed his gear and fled out the back door of the locker room.”
Tony sighed and smiled at my story.
“I watched as the perfect ass disappeared out the door. One player pushed me aside as he headed for a urinal. I looked down, and there it was: this skate.” I turned it over in my hand and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply.
“I think I just came in my pants,” Tony said, wiping at his crotch.
“Me too.”
“Hey, Coach, you got a minute?”
“Sure. What do you need, Matt?” He waved me into his office.
“Is there a way to get a list of all the hockey players that were here for the tournament last weekend?”
“What are you going to do? Send them all a thank-you note for attending?” he said, smirking.
“I’m gay, but I’m not that gay.”
“I see. You found a man.”
My face burned as my foot dug into the floor. “I actually found something that belongs to one of the players, and I wanted to return it.”
“Turn it in at lost and found; they’ll take care of it.” Coach looked at me with his Are you done yet? look.
My look of disappointment must have made him cave. “All right, I’ll see what I can do, but you should check in at lost and found and see if anyone is looking for the jock you stole. They may have left their name and number.”
“It wasn’t a jock.”
“I know. You’d keep it if it was, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” He shook his head. “Damn, I wish it had been a jock.”
“Thanks, Coach,” I said, almost bowing at his feet.
“Next time, keep the towels stocked. That is your job, isn’t it?”
I backed out of his office. “Yes, sir,” I said humbly, and then turned and ran to the lost and found.
Three weeks later: “Nothing, nothing, nothing,” I complained to Tony.
“Cinderfella is still eluding you? I know you’ve tried everything you could think of. When are you going to give up?”
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure how long I’d keep looking. “Are you going to wait until next year’s tournament?” Tony handed me a cold beer and sat down next to me.
“No one has contacted lost and found at the arena. All the emails I’ve sent to the teams have gone without a reply. It seems as if no one has lost his skate.”
“Maybe they don’t want to admit how they lost their skate. Or are afraid of contacting you after that encounter.”
“We had the best sex ever. Why would they not contact me? Besides, skates are expensive; why replace a brand new skate?”
“He may be closeted, married, partnered; who knows.”
I took a long drink of my beer and sat back to savor the flavor. My body ached for this man, and deep down, I knew in my heart this was the one: my true love.
“You look all Disney movie right now.” Tony grabbed my knee and squeezed. “I hate to see you like this.”
“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Tony finished his beer and stood up. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Back to the scene of the crime. Maybe he dropped something else; maybe he’s waiting for you…”
“If you start singing ‘someday my prince will come…’”
“You already said he had—he came down your throat, if I remember rightly.”
I slammed down my beer and joined Tony at the door. “It’s been three weeks. I doubt we’ll find anything.”
“You can show me the spot where you sucked the biggest dick in your life. I’d like to see that.”
“You want a tour of my sex-capades? No one is there. We could hit the ice and have the arena all to ourselves.”
“You know I don’t skate,” Tony said.
“I’ll teach you.”
Twenty minutes later, I unlocked the arena and turned on a few of the lights, just enough to get us to the rink and the locker room. “What size shoe do you wear?” I asked, looking down at Tony’s foot. He was wearing his usual cowboy boots.
Following me to the locker room, he said, “I’d rather watch you skate than break my neck on the ice.”
“You can’t break your neck skating.”
“Or my ass.” He patted his butt.
“It looks like it’s already cracked.”
“Ha ha, that’s so old, my Grandma told me that one.”
“Go sit in the bleacher over there, and I’ll be right out.” I pointed to the one spot in the stands that was partially lit. I entered the locker room and headed to my locker, kicking off my shoes and slipping into my hockey skates.
After I tore my knee to shreds in Olympic tryouts, my rise to the pros had been cut short. Physical therapy allowed me to walk without a limp, but the knee’s weakness didn’t allow for my return to hockey. So I accepted the job of helping Coach manage the team. I was a glorified benchwarmer and towel boy.
I stepped out onto the ice and Tony clapped and whistled for me. I skated the full perimeter of the rink and lapped it again. I sped from darkness into light and zipped right past Tony as he shouted at me.
Frustration and anger rose in me, driving me faster and harder, round and round again. The light and dark strobed as my vision blurred. I was skating so fast and furiously that my eyes were watering. Or maybe it was the cold.
I lost track of time, and only when my legs and glutes burned with fatigue did I slowly make my way over to Tony.
He had fallen asleep on the bench.
Sweat dripped from my hair and burned my eyes. My shirt was soaked, and rivulets of sweat funneled down my back to my crack, soon soaking my underwear.
I needed a shower. My locker had sweats and a change of clothes, so a quick shower while Tony slept would be easy. I walked with my blades down the rubber mat to the locker room. I pulled open my locker and quickly stripped off my clothes. My bare feet slapped the tiled floor on the way to the shower room.
The smell of bleach and urine, sweat and Right Guard, moldy towels and Head and Shoulders entered my nose. How that locker room scent calmed my soul and aroused my senses. Fantasy images of naked hockey players, friends and teammates—even Coach’s bare ass—played across my mind.
My cock swelled as I turned on the water and jumped out of the cold spray while it warmed up. Steam started to rise in the room and I slipped my leg into the stream. Hot water flowed over my leg. I stepped under the showerhead and let the water pour over me.
I pushed the button on the soap dispenser and lathered up. I rinsed and inhaled the hot steam and let the water pound all over my body.
Refreshed, I turned off the shower and realized I hadn’t taken a towel with me. I shook off what water I could and padded back to the lockers. My bare feet left prints across the tiles.
I stepped to the towel closet and pulled a large one off the shelf. I toweled my hair dry and worked down my shoulders and back. As the towel wiped across my ass, I sensed someone watching me.
Had Tony awakened and come to find me?
“I don’t give any free shows, Tony.” I called, wrapping the damp towel around my waist, covering my still aroused cock.
I turned the corner in the locker room, and there he was: the goalie. If I had been starring in a horror movie, I would now be the killer’s next victim.
But this Jason didn’t have a machete: he wielded a ten-inch cock.
His was wearing his mask and jersey, but no pads or pants. He spread his legs to the side, widening his stance and waving his dick at me.
I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same thing.
He backed up and straddled the bench by the row of lockers. He lay back and watched as I approached.
He pushed this jersey up, showing his sleek hairy torso in all of its glory.
I knelt down and licked the tip of his uncut cock. A pearl of precum wet the tip and I tasted him. Slowly, I ran my tongue around the inside of his foreskin, cleaning it out, and then I started down his shaft, savoring the taste and the feel. My tongue teased one ball before I kissed it. I drew it into my mouth and heard him gasp inside his mask. His hair rasped over my lips, and I inhaled his masculine scent.
I circled his other ball with my tongue and ran it along the crease between his hip and leg. His body jerked from sensory overload.
His head fell back on the bench as he arched his back, encouraging more.
I licked up his shaft and stopped at his tip; another wave of precum oozed out and I lapped it up, every drop. His foreskin retracted and once the tip was clean, I swallowed his cock.
His pubic bush tickled my nose, and I inhaled deeply. I remembered his scent and my body welcomed him.
I worked his cock with long, slow swallows, inch by inch, swallowing more each time, as his legs kicked back and forth in time. His heavy balls started to rise, as he thrust his pelvis up. He set one foot on the bench, allowing me to see his beautiful pink pucker.
My mouth rode down to his balls, and my hands moved them out of the way, as my tongue sought to taste him again. His tight hole quivered under my tongue, pleading for my entry. I drilled my tongue into him and enjoyed him as his body spasmed with pleasure.
My erection leapt under the towel, and I felt the cotton slide down my ass and pool around my feet on the floor.
Saliva wet his opening and dripped down to the bench. His butt pulsated with every heartbeat. I slipped my finger into my mouth and wet it before circling his pucker.
Fingering the ring, I explored him. My other hand grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.
His hands went to his jersey and pulled it over his head. His fingers worked his nipples and twisted them, making them turn a deep pink and rise up.
My index finger slipped into his ass and pushed against his tight muscle. I jacked his dick with my other hand and slowly, my fingertip entered him.
Inch by inch, I teased his ass open. His butt clamped down on my finger but didn’t stop me before I reached the hilt, and I brushed against his prostate gland.
My other hand was instantly soaked with precum as waves washed down his shaft. My fingering increased as the lube made him hump me harder.
My dick started to leak on the tiled floor, and I had to resist touching myself. One stroke along my cock would have had my balls unload their contents.
“Try two,” he moaned.
I pulled my index finger out and my middle finger joined it. Together they explored the lubed path and pressed forward.
His ass slowly relaxed and allowed for two fingers to enter him.
I twisted them from side to side and around and around.
His cock jumped in my hand, and his prostate pulsed under my touch.
Back and forth, my hands worked his body. Sweat broke out across his torso, adding to the lube.
“Fuck me.”
My hands slowed, and I teased his body.
“Please,” he begged in a low breathy voice.
My fingers slipped out of his bottom, and I grabbed my cock. I guided it to his hole. Straddling the bench, I slid my ass across the wet seat. My cock’s tip rubbed up and down his crease and tapped his hole. My pelvis pressed forward and slowly I filled his ass.
My hand squeezed down hard on his cock and milked him.
My cock wanted him, all of him. I plunged into him over and over again. I needed to come before he disappeared again. As the climax rose in me, I pulled out of his butt and rubbed my cock along his shaft. I jacked our dicks together in my hand.
I felt a thick wetness in my hand and then my cock exploded. Thick cream ran between my fingers and poured over both dicks. I jacked them harder, pressing my shaft against his.
He pushed his against mine as another wave of orgasms hit our dicks. Streaks of semen crisscrossed his hairy chest.
One last spasm hit my cock, and I knew my balls were empty.
I collapsed on top of him and lay there, as our breathing slowed.
Carefully, I pushed up onto my elbows and looked at his masked face. I had to know, and I needed to know now.
My shaky hand reached across his cum-coated hairy chest and touched the edge of the hockey mask. I pushed it up and off his head.
“Tony!”
Tony smiled and tried to cover himself. “It’s me.”
“But why?”
“You never saw me as a potential date. Hockey was your life, so I figured maybe I could win you over this way.”
My head dropped down to rest in a pool of cum on his chest. My chin slid in it, but I didn’t care; I was looking deep into his eyes.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Then get your lips up here.” Tony smiled and puckered up.
I rose, straddled his torso and planted a deep kiss on him. Our tongues tasted each other and dueled for control.
“I’m glad I found you.” I looked into his blue eyes and heard Snow White singing at the well.
Tony sat up and reached over to a locker. He opened it and pulled out a Bauer American Flyer hockey skate and handed it to me.
It matched the one sitting on my coffee table at home.
I picked it up and slipped it onto Tony’s bare foot.
“That’s why they can’t use a towel twice, because they are hockey players. Anyway, I ran to the closest locker room from the arena and headed to the shower area for the towels. As I stepped into the room, there he was.”
“Prince Charming?” Tony blinked his eyes in admiration.
“No. The goalie. I don’t know what he was doing in there, but all he wore was his full face mask, just like Jason in those Friday the 13th movies, and his jersey.”
“His southern half was hanging out?”
“Sort of. His back was to me and I stared at his perfect ass. Round and firm and covered in a thick mat of fur.” I licked my lips. “I was staring at a vision of heaven.”
“Did you get a boner?” Tony leaned forward. “Did you take a picture?”
“All the blood left my head because I had a raging hard-on. The goalie dropped something and bent over, spreading fleshy orbs to the sweetest pink pucker I have ever seen. All I wanted to do was stick my tongue inside.”
“I have something else I’d stick inside.” Tony rubbed his quickly swelling groin.
My arousal grew also, from the memory, the retelling and Tony’s reaction. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “It’s getting hot in here.” I tried to fan myself.
“Forget that, keep going.”
“I must have gasped or something, because he stood up and turned to face me. Oh, my god. His hairy legs supported the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. His dick bounced in front of him, thick and erect, wet tip oozing, and balls swinging back and forth.”
“What did you do?”
“The only thing I could do: Drop to my knees and praise Jesus. I dove between his legs and had his cock in my mouth so fast, he didn’t know what happened. It took a while to relax my throat muscles enough to be able to swallow all of his ten inches, but it was fun once I did. My hands massaged his ass, oh so hairy and firm and tight, as I sucked his dick down my throat. I won’t ever forget the moment…”
He pulled his jersey up in front and lifted his chest pad. Sculpted abs covered in the softest pelt ascended his torso.
My eyes stared into the vortex of hair that circled his belly button and drew me in, deeper, deeper. One of my hands slipped up his leg and into the jersey, finding his nipple. I rolled it between my fingers and felt it grow into a sharp pointed peak.
A low moan escaped from behind the white plastic mask. His head tipped back as he thrust his pelvis into my mouth.
My speed increased as his did. His shaft was so thick it threatened to gag me with each stroke. Our rhythm became one, and we danced. His low-hanging balls quickly pulled up to his shaft and brushed my chin, and I knew he was close.
I grabbed his testicles and pulled down on them, hard.
His hips bucked and his knees threatened to give as a thick hot wave filled my mouth.
I drove forward, pushing his cock deep into my throat as the next wave exploded out of him. My tongue swirled around his sensitive shaft, mixing saliva and semen to send more waves of pleasure through his body.
His hands grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his bush and held it there.
I was drowning and smothering at the same time. Musky male scent, sweat and semen filled my nostrils as I breathed him in.
As his body jerked one last time, he slowly pushed my face away from his dick and shivered as it sprang free. He pointed to my pants, turned around, and pointed at his hot, hairy ass.
My pants were down around my ankles as my mouth found his hole. The slogan “reuse and recycle” came to mind as I spit out the last of his semen and lubed his pucker with it. My tongue tasted him and sought entry into heaven.
He spread his legs wide as I dove in. My tongue morphed into a heat-seeking missile set on its target. Bull’s eye: I was in. My tongue fucked him as my hand worked my erection; precum oozed out and down my shaft. More juices ran down my chin and slipped along his furry cheeks.
“Fuck me,” he said.
I stood, not needing any more encouragement. His ass was tight and I struggled to enter him with my thick eight inches.
He pushed back as I drove forward and I filled him to the hilt. My balls slammed against his cheeks.
No sooner did my pubes hit his ass than I was out and reinserting my cock in his butt.
His ass sucked me back in, and I pulled out with a wet pop, only to enter him again and again. He was so hot and wet and tight, I only had a few more strokes in his perfect bubble butt, before my cock exploded inside him. I pushed in deeper and deeper as his asscheeks milked me for all I was worth, draining my balls dry.
I pulled out and dropped to my knees; his butt was eye level now. I watched as the pucker pulsated and retracted like a mouth sucking all it could get.
My lips kissed them and they seemed to kiss me back.
“The next thing I knew, the locker room doors burst open and a mob of hockey players stormed in. I pulled up my pants and tried to cover my mess, as the goalie grabbed his gear and fled out the back door of the locker room.”
Tony sighed and smiled at my story.
“I watched as the perfect ass disappeared out the door. One player pushed me aside as he headed for a urinal. I looked down, and there it was: this skate.” I turned it over in my hand and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply.
“I think I just came in my pants,” Tony said, wiping at his crotch.
“Me too.”
“Hey, Coach, you got a minute?”
“Sure. What do you need, Matt?” He waved me into his office.
“Is there a way to get a list of all the hockey players that were here for the tournament last weekend?”
“What are you going to do? Send them all a thank-you note for attending?” he said, smirking.
“I’m gay, but I’m not that gay.”
“I see. You found a man.”
My face burned as my foot dug into the floor. “I actually found something that belongs to one of the players, and I wanted to return it.”
“Turn it in at lost and found; they’ll take care of it.” Coach looked at me with his Are you done yet? look.
My look of disappointment must have made him cave. “All right, I’ll see what I can do, but you should check in at lost and found and see if anyone is looking for the jock you stole. They may have left their name and number.”
“It wasn’t a jock.”
“I know. You’d keep it if it was, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” He shook his head. “Damn, I wish it had been a jock.”
“Thanks, Coach,” I said, almost bowing at his feet.
“Next time, keep the towels stocked. That is your job, isn’t it?”
I backed out of his office. “Yes, sir,” I said humbly, and then turned and ran to the lost and found.
Three weeks later: “Nothing, nothing, nothing,” I complained to Tony.
“Cinderfella is still eluding you? I know you’ve tried everything you could think of. When are you going to give up?”
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure how long I’d keep looking. “Are you going to wait until next year’s tournament?” Tony handed me a cold beer and sat down next to me.
“No one has contacted lost and found at the arena. All the emails I’ve sent to the teams have gone without a reply. It seems as if no one has lost his skate.”
“Maybe they don’t want to admit how they lost their skate. Or are afraid of contacting you after that encounter.”
“We had the best sex ever. Why would they not contact me? Besides, skates are expensive; why replace a brand new skate?”
“He may be closeted, married, partnered; who knows.”
I took a long drink of my beer and sat back to savor the flavor. My body ached for this man, and deep down, I knew in my heart this was the one: my true love.
“You look all Disney movie right now.” Tony grabbed my knee and squeezed. “I hate to see you like this.”
“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Tony finished his beer and stood up. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Back to the scene of the crime. Maybe he dropped something else; maybe he’s waiting for you…”
“If you start singing ‘someday my prince will come…’”
“You already said he had—he came down your throat, if I remember rightly.”
I slammed down my beer and joined Tony at the door. “It’s been three weeks. I doubt we’ll find anything.”
“You can show me the spot where you sucked the biggest dick in your life. I’d like to see that.”
“You want a tour of my sex-capades? No one is there. We could hit the ice and have the arena all to ourselves.”
“You know I don’t skate,” Tony said.
“I’ll teach you.”
Twenty minutes later, I unlocked the arena and turned on a few of the lights, just enough to get us to the rink and the locker room. “What size shoe do you wear?” I asked, looking down at Tony’s foot. He was wearing his usual cowboy boots.
Following me to the locker room, he said, “I’d rather watch you skate than break my neck on the ice.”
“You can’t break your neck skating.”
“Or my ass.” He patted his butt.
“It looks like it’s already cracked.”
“Ha ha, that’s so old, my Grandma told me that one.”
“Go sit in the bleacher over there, and I’ll be right out.” I pointed to the one spot in the stands that was partially lit. I entered the locker room and headed to my locker, kicking off my shoes and slipping into my hockey skates.
After I tore my knee to shreds in Olympic tryouts, my rise to the pros had been cut short. Physical therapy allowed me to walk without a limp, but the knee’s weakness didn’t allow for my return to hockey. So I accepted the job of helping Coach manage the team. I was a glorified benchwarmer and towel boy.
I stepped out onto the ice and Tony clapped and whistled for me. I skated the full perimeter of the rink and lapped it again. I sped from darkness into light and zipped right past Tony as he shouted at me.
Frustration and anger rose in me, driving me faster and harder, round and round again. The light and dark strobed as my vision blurred. I was skating so fast and furiously that my eyes were watering. Or maybe it was the cold.
I lost track of time, and only when my legs and glutes burned with fatigue did I slowly make my way over to Tony.
He had fallen asleep on the bench.
Sweat dripped from my hair and burned my eyes. My shirt was soaked, and rivulets of sweat funneled down my back to my crack, soon soaking my underwear.
I needed a shower. My locker had sweats and a change of clothes, so a quick shower while Tony slept would be easy. I walked with my blades down the rubber mat to the locker room. I pulled open my locker and quickly stripped off my clothes. My bare feet slapped the tiled floor on the way to the shower room.
The smell of bleach and urine, sweat and Right Guard, moldy towels and Head and Shoulders entered my nose. How that locker room scent calmed my soul and aroused my senses. Fantasy images of naked hockey players, friends and teammates—even Coach’s bare ass—played across my mind.
My cock swelled as I turned on the water and jumped out of the cold spray while it warmed up. Steam started to rise in the room and I slipped my leg into the stream. Hot water flowed over my leg. I stepped under the showerhead and let the water pour over me.
I pushed the button on the soap dispenser and lathered up. I rinsed and inhaled the hot steam and let the water pound all over my body.
Refreshed, I turned off the shower and realized I hadn’t taken a towel with me. I shook off what water I could and padded back to the lockers. My bare feet left prints across the tiles.
I stepped to the towel closet and pulled a large one off the shelf. I toweled my hair dry and worked down my shoulders and back. As the towel wiped across my ass, I sensed someone watching me.
Had Tony awakened and come to find me?
“I don’t give any free shows, Tony.” I called, wrapping the damp towel around my waist, covering my still aroused cock.
I turned the corner in the locker room, and there he was: the goalie. If I had been starring in a horror movie, I would now be the killer’s next victim.
But this Jason didn’t have a machete: he wielded a ten-inch cock.
His was wearing his mask and jersey, but no pads or pants. He spread his legs to the side, widening his stance and waving his dick at me.
I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same thing.
He backed up and straddled the bench by the row of lockers. He lay back and watched as I approached.
He pushed this jersey up, showing his sleek hairy torso in all of its glory.
I knelt down and licked the tip of his uncut cock. A pearl of precum wet the tip and I tasted him. Slowly, I ran my tongue around the inside of his foreskin, cleaning it out, and then I started down his shaft, savoring the taste and the feel. My tongue teased one ball before I kissed it. I drew it into my mouth and heard him gasp inside his mask. His hair rasped over my lips, and I inhaled his masculine scent.
I circled his other ball with my tongue and ran it along the crease between his hip and leg. His body jerked from sensory overload.
His head fell back on the bench as he arched his back, encouraging more.
I licked up his shaft and stopped at his tip; another wave of precum oozed out and I lapped it up, every drop. His foreskin retracted and once the tip was clean, I swallowed his cock.
His pubic bush tickled my nose, and I inhaled deeply. I remembered his scent and my body welcomed him.
I worked his cock with long, slow swallows, inch by inch, swallowing more each time, as his legs kicked back and forth in time. His heavy balls started to rise, as he thrust his pelvis up. He set one foot on the bench, allowing me to see his beautiful pink pucker.
My mouth rode down to his balls, and my hands moved them out of the way, as my tongue sought to taste him again. His tight hole quivered under my tongue, pleading for my entry. I drilled my tongue into him and enjoyed him as his body spasmed with pleasure.
My erection leapt under the towel, and I felt the cotton slide down my ass and pool around my feet on the floor.
Saliva wet his opening and dripped down to the bench. His butt pulsated with every heartbeat. I slipped my finger into my mouth and wet it before circling his pucker.
Fingering the ring, I explored him. My other hand grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.
His hands went to his jersey and pulled it over his head. His fingers worked his nipples and twisted them, making them turn a deep pink and rise up.
My index finger slipped into his ass and pushed against his tight muscle. I jacked his dick with my other hand and slowly, my fingertip entered him.
Inch by inch, I teased his ass open. His butt clamped down on my finger but didn’t stop me before I reached the hilt, and I brushed against his prostate gland.
My other hand was instantly soaked with precum as waves washed down his shaft. My fingering increased as the lube made him hump me harder.
My dick started to leak on the tiled floor, and I had to resist touching myself. One stroke along my cock would have had my balls unload their contents.
“Try two,” he moaned.
I pulled my index finger out and my middle finger joined it. Together they explored the lubed path and pressed forward.
His ass slowly relaxed and allowed for two fingers to enter him.
I twisted them from side to side and around and around.
His cock jumped in my hand, and his prostate pulsed under my touch.
Back and forth, my hands worked his body. Sweat broke out across his torso, adding to the lube.
“Fuck me.”
My hands slowed, and I teased his body.
“Please,” he begged in a low breathy voice.
My fingers slipped out of his bottom, and I grabbed my cock. I guided it to his hole. Straddling the bench, I slid my ass across the wet seat. My cock’s tip rubbed up and down his crease and tapped his hole. My pelvis pressed forward and slowly I filled his ass.
My hand squeezed down hard on his cock and milked him.
My cock wanted him, all of him. I plunged into him over and over again. I needed to come before he disappeared again. As the climax rose in me, I pulled out of his butt and rubbed my cock along his shaft. I jacked our dicks together in my hand.
I felt a thick wetness in my hand and then my cock exploded. Thick cream ran between my fingers and poured over both dicks. I jacked them harder, pressing my shaft against his.
He pushed his against mine as another wave of orgasms hit our dicks. Streaks of semen crisscrossed his hairy chest.
One last spasm hit my cock, and I knew my balls were empty.
I collapsed on top of him and lay there, as our breathing slowed.
Carefully, I pushed up onto my elbows and looked at his masked face. I had to know, and I needed to know now.
My shaky hand reached across his cum-coated hairy chest and touched the edge of the hockey mask. I pushed it up and off his head.
“Tony!”
Tony smiled and tried to cover himself. “It’s me.”
“But why?”
“You never saw me as a potential date. Hockey was your life, so I figured maybe I could win you over this way.”
My head dropped down to rest in a pool of cum on his chest. My chin slid in it, but I didn’t care; I was looking deep into his eyes.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Then get your lips up here.” Tony smiled and puckered up.
I rose, straddled his torso and planted a deep kiss on him. Our tongues tasted each other and dueled for control.
“I’m glad I found you.” I looked into his blue eyes and heard Snow White singing at the well.
Tony sat up and reached over to a locker. He opened it and pulled out a Bauer American Flyer hockey skate and handed it to me.
It matched the one sitting on my coffee table at home.
I picked it up and slipped it onto Tony’s bare foot.
