A Twink and His Hockey Team's Fun
I used to play hockey growing up, as many do. Once I entered my young adult years and no longer played competitively, I joined a local beer league. It was everything you could expect: a wide range of guys and ages, alcohol, swearing, fun, and sweat.
I was new to the team having no friends joining the league with me. I figured I would meet some guys there and hit it off enough to enjoy my time or even make some long-lasting friendships. Fast forward to the first practice with them. My teammates were mainly in their late 40s, with only two other guys around their late 20s and early 30s. No problem to me, I thought, as long as they can skate and pass, it'll be fun.
Everyone was great. Hearty laughter, hazing of each other on ice and in the change room, and lots of beer. I got on well with nearly everyone. I learned the overwhelming majority were married with families; the other younger guys were the single ones. At this point, I didn't suspect anyone was into guys. No vibes, no explicit remarks, no subtleties. However, I did enjoy the shower room in the arena. Lots of cock and mostly in-shape bodies. Some of the married guys were well hung. One of the younger guys was very fit and had a thick cock with a massive mushroom, large low-hanging balls, and a thick, smooth butt.
Skip ahead to mid-season. We've been playing twice a week - one "practice", one game. Our "practice" usually consists of beers while changing, beers on the ice, and beers after. This particular day I had a practice with the guys. The practice went on as normal, we casually just skated around shooting haphazardly and chatting. I drank half a dozen beers. Our scheduled hour expires, and we head off the ice.
Everyone gets changed. Most of the team evacuates and retires to their vehicles or significant others picking them up. I'm left slowly changing with two of my teammates. Tim is married; he has a thick barrel chest covered in fur, long beard, hockey hair. The other is my preferred young guy, James, with the massive mushroom. They go to hop in the shower while I, with quite the buzz, struggle to get my shin pads off. After some time, I manage to strip down and head to the urinal, then the shower.
I don't know what Tim and James expected. Perhaps they thought I was going to leave and not shower as I mentioned my misses was picking me up. Perhaps they thought they could be quick. Perhaps they had a suspicion I love cock. Either way, as I turned the corner from the urinals to the showers, I see partially shrouded in mist the back of James down to his knees, sucking Tim off while he cranks his head back in pleasure.
I considered peeking and jerking off to this. But when these incidents happen in the wild, you can't resist an attempt to participate. Plus, at this point in my life and experience cruising, I feel confident approaching and offering my services.
"Ehem," I released, "any hot water left for me?"
Tim, choking on a reply, finally let out an "Oh! Yeah… Come help James."
James cocked his head with Tim's cock bulging his right cheek. "Come help me, my knees hurt and Tim takes a while." Tim took his cock out of James's mouth and slapped him on his face with it. "Maybe if you could suck cock as good as you can handle a puck, I would've cum already," replied Tim.
I walked over, stroking my cock. Mine looked quite small compared to the cocks of these two guys. James dwarfed me with his mushroom and muscular body. Tim was a large, burly man with a longer cock, maybe 8" at most. I was only a tall, slender fellow.
I replaced James and started sucking Tim. James disappeared behind me. I took Tim's insult to James being a poor cocksucker as a challenge to best James. I immediately grabbed his long cut cock by the hilt and took his length until my mouth met my hand. With my other hand, I squeezed his balls.
"You're better with this thick cock than your little Easton twig out on the ice, that's for sure," Tim grunted. I didn't stop to reply. I fucked his cock with my face, slamming my own mouth down his entire length fast and hard while pulling and squeezing his balls. The water from the shower started to fill my mouth and nose, so I backed off for a moment.
I looked around for James. He was walking back into the shower room with lube and condoms. I didn't prepare myself, but because I'm a healthy eater and hadn't eaten much before hockey, I felt ready.
"Just in time, James," said Tim. He gestured for me to stand up and bend over. I obliged. James walked over to us, handing the lube and condom to Tim. I was still bent over spreading my ass to show Tim I was ready. Not much was being said until James grabbed my long wet hair and demanded that I don't lift my mouth off his cock until he cums. I happily mumbled a "mhmm" to accept his demand.
His mushroom was so thick I felt like I was only sucking his head off instead of his shaft. To compensate, I used both hands to jerk his cock and match the rhythm of my mouth bobbing on his cock. He responded happily to this as he pulled my hair.
Tim fumbled around for a bit drying his cock and putting the condom on. But it didn't take long to feel the cool application of lube on my spread out hole followed by the slapping of a cock on it. I die for this feeling, when a guy knows he is about to fuck a tight ass and is just tapping to let me know he's ready. Before penetrating me, he rubbed his cock in between my ass cheeks. He pushed my hands off my ass, so he could squeeze my butt together and fuck my crack a bit.
He slipped the tip of his cock in with a bit of hesitation to see my reaction. I'm not loose by any means, but cocks do slip in easier and easier now that I can comfortably breathe and be ready. Since he hesitated, I pushed back on him, so his cock would be nearly all the way in. "Fuuuck man, that's one way of telling me you're ready," he groaned.
Time was lost in this shower. The steam, the randomness, the hot men with their cocks in me. It was a daze. But was followed after I fit his cock in me was an unrelenting spit roast. As promised to James, I kept my mouth on his cock. Tim didn't let up on his speed or aggression. He slapped my ass, fucked me full length at each stroke, squeezed my shoulders as a grip to pull me back on, reached around to tug at my cock. His cock almost hurt at some points because of how deep he would thrust in me, but I loved the sound of his balls slapping me to care enough. Someone walking by our change room must have heard the wet slapping my ass on his hips and his balls thwacking my taint.
Tim kept tugging at my cock during all this. I came without warning any of them, which Tim only realized once he felt my asshole tighten on him. "Fuck, you came, didn't you?! I'm going to cum now too then," moaned Tim. "Yeah, I can cum now too," mumbled James. In near unison, James forced me to deepthroat him until he flooded my throat. Tim quickly after came; he slid in me full length and bucked his hips until he filled his rubber.
~~~~~~
We finished up and got dressed, making normal chatter as we left the arena. Tim's misses was parked nearby mine. James was getting a lift back with Tim. I opened my girl's car door. Tim and James both started commenting that "I played hard", I was "getting good with the stick", "took a real beating", and some other comments that alluded to their spit roast of me. I blushed, shook my head, and sat in the car. My hole was sore, my tummy full, and my girlfriend ready to head home to fuck. I hoped this would be the routine every practice for the rest of the season.
I was new to the team having no friends joining the league with me. I figured I would meet some guys there and hit it off enough to enjoy my time or even make some long-lasting friendships. Fast forward to the first practice with them. My teammates were mainly in their late 40s, with only two other guys around their late 20s and early 30s. No problem to me, I thought, as long as they can skate and pass, it'll be fun.
Everyone was great. Hearty laughter, hazing of each other on ice and in the change room, and lots of beer. I got on well with nearly everyone. I learned the overwhelming majority were married with families; the other younger guys were the single ones. At this point, I didn't suspect anyone was into guys. No vibes, no explicit remarks, no subtleties. However, I did enjoy the shower room in the arena. Lots of cock and mostly in-shape bodies. Some of the married guys were well hung. One of the younger guys was very fit and had a thick cock with a massive mushroom, large low-hanging balls, and a thick, smooth butt.
Skip ahead to mid-season. We've been playing twice a week - one "practice", one game. Our "practice" usually consists of beers while changing, beers on the ice, and beers after. This particular day I had a practice with the guys. The practice went on as normal, we casually just skated around shooting haphazardly and chatting. I drank half a dozen beers. Our scheduled hour expires, and we head off the ice.
Everyone gets changed. Most of the team evacuates and retires to their vehicles or significant others picking them up. I'm left slowly changing with two of my teammates. Tim is married; he has a thick barrel chest covered in fur, long beard, hockey hair. The other is my preferred young guy, James, with the massive mushroom. They go to hop in the shower while I, with quite the buzz, struggle to get my shin pads off. After some time, I manage to strip down and head to the urinal, then the shower.
I don't know what Tim and James expected. Perhaps they thought I was going to leave and not shower as I mentioned my misses was picking me up. Perhaps they thought they could be quick. Perhaps they had a suspicion I love cock. Either way, as I turned the corner from the urinals to the showers, I see partially shrouded in mist the back of James down to his knees, sucking Tim off while he cranks his head back in pleasure.
I considered peeking and jerking off to this. But when these incidents happen in the wild, you can't resist an attempt to participate. Plus, at this point in my life and experience cruising, I feel confident approaching and offering my services.
"Ehem," I released, "any hot water left for me?"
Tim, choking on a reply, finally let out an "Oh! Yeah… Come help James."
James cocked his head with Tim's cock bulging his right cheek. "Come help me, my knees hurt and Tim takes a while." Tim took his cock out of James's mouth and slapped him on his face with it. "Maybe if you could suck cock as good as you can handle a puck, I would've cum already," replied Tim.
I walked over, stroking my cock. Mine looked quite small compared to the cocks of these two guys. James dwarfed me with his mushroom and muscular body. Tim was a large, burly man with a longer cock, maybe 8" at most. I was only a tall, slender fellow.
I replaced James and started sucking Tim. James disappeared behind me. I took Tim's insult to James being a poor cocksucker as a challenge to best James. I immediately grabbed his long cut cock by the hilt and took his length until my mouth met my hand. With my other hand, I squeezed his balls.
"You're better with this thick cock than your little Easton twig out on the ice, that's for sure," Tim grunted. I didn't stop to reply. I fucked his cock with my face, slamming my own mouth down his entire length fast and hard while pulling and squeezing his balls. The water from the shower started to fill my mouth and nose, so I backed off for a moment.
I looked around for James. He was walking back into the shower room with lube and condoms. I didn't prepare myself, but because I'm a healthy eater and hadn't eaten much before hockey, I felt ready.
"Just in time, James," said Tim. He gestured for me to stand up and bend over. I obliged. James walked over to us, handing the lube and condom to Tim. I was still bent over spreading my ass to show Tim I was ready. Not much was being said until James grabbed my long wet hair and demanded that I don't lift my mouth off his cock until he cums. I happily mumbled a "mhmm" to accept his demand.
His mushroom was so thick I felt like I was only sucking his head off instead of his shaft. To compensate, I used both hands to jerk his cock and match the rhythm of my mouth bobbing on his cock. He responded happily to this as he pulled my hair.
Tim fumbled around for a bit drying his cock and putting the condom on. But it didn't take long to feel the cool application of lube on my spread out hole followed by the slapping of a cock on it. I die for this feeling, when a guy knows he is about to fuck a tight ass and is just tapping to let me know he's ready. Before penetrating me, he rubbed his cock in between my ass cheeks. He pushed my hands off my ass, so he could squeeze my butt together and fuck my crack a bit.
He slipped the tip of his cock in with a bit of hesitation to see my reaction. I'm not loose by any means, but cocks do slip in easier and easier now that I can comfortably breathe and be ready. Since he hesitated, I pushed back on him, so his cock would be nearly all the way in. "Fuuuck man, that's one way of telling me you're ready," he groaned.
Time was lost in this shower. The steam, the randomness, the hot men with their cocks in me. It was a daze. But was followed after I fit his cock in me was an unrelenting spit roast. As promised to James, I kept my mouth on his cock. Tim didn't let up on his speed or aggression. He slapped my ass, fucked me full length at each stroke, squeezed my shoulders as a grip to pull me back on, reached around to tug at my cock. His cock almost hurt at some points because of how deep he would thrust in me, but I loved the sound of his balls slapping me to care enough. Someone walking by our change room must have heard the wet slapping my ass on his hips and his balls thwacking my taint.
Tim kept tugging at my cock during all this. I came without warning any of them, which Tim only realized once he felt my asshole tighten on him. "Fuck, you came, didn't you?! I'm going to cum now too then," moaned Tim. "Yeah, I can cum now too," mumbled James. In near unison, James forced me to deepthroat him until he flooded my throat. Tim quickly after came; he slid in me full length and bucked his hips until he filled his rubber.
~~~~~~
We finished up and got dressed, making normal chatter as we left the arena. Tim's misses was parked nearby mine. James was getting a lift back with Tim. I opened my girl's car door. Tim and James both started commenting that "I played hard", I was "getting good with the stick", "took a real beating", and some other comments that alluded to their spit roast of me. I blushed, shook my head, and sat in the car. My hole was sore, my tummy full, and my girlfriend ready to head home to fuck. I hoped this would be the routine every practice for the rest of the season.
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