Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 01:00:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Lance Hockey <juniorhockeyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Off the Ice"  Chapter One - Dreams can come True

Well this is my first attempt at writing one of these stories. Usually, I'm
the one reading them and jacking off. I hope that you like what I have
written. If so, please let me know. The following true story deals with sex
among males.  If you are offended by such material, are too young, or
reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart.  Though not observed in
this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to other
sites are allowed without the author's consent.

Off the Ice
Chapter One - Dreams can come true

Let me start off by saying that I play hockey for a Junior A hockey team. I
have played hockey since I was about 3 years old. I love the sport and I
tend to love the other players as well. I have known that I was gay since I
was very young, but not very many people know that since I have not made it
public knowledge. My name is Lance. I'm 19yrs old and I'm 6ft, 180#, blond
hair, and green eyes. At 7.5" cut, I am not the biggest guy on the team,
but certainly not the smallest. I have played for the same team for a
couple of years now. I always try to get the locker stall closest to the
shower, yet I'm always the last one out of the locker room. Imagine that!

There is this guy on our team that has also played with us for the last
couple of years. I can't stop staring at him when he's dressed or
undressed. He's not the most gorgeous guy you have ever seen, but he is
pretty good looking. He has the ability to manipulate anyone into doing
anything for him. His name is Zack and he is about 5'9" and 185#. He has
the most gorgeous cock about 7.5" cut when it's saluting me. Yeah, I wish
he was saluting me. The fact is I'm not sure if he's gay or even bi. But I
fully intend to find out!

Today we had practice as usual. After practice a few of us stragglers were
hanging out in the locker room and having our daily discussion about sex.
In the past I have had sex with some girls just to keep up the appearances.
But I fantasize about having mad, wild sex, with some of my teammates.
Especially Zack! Well the topic soon got around to how much money would it
take for one of us to fuck the fattest, ugliest, most disgusting slut in
town. Some of us said that there wasn't enough money in the world. Little
did my teammates know, that it wasn't the fact that she was fat, ugly or a
slut that I didn't want to fuck her, but mearly the fact that she was a
female. Well, after a lot of joking around and laughing, this one player
said that he would do it for $200. Then another said that if he was willing
to do that slut for $200, how much would it take to fuck his dog? I thought
to myself really quick and decided that this might be my opportunity to see
if there were any other guys on my team with my same interests. I told the
one player that would do the slut, that he'd probably fuck a guy for $200
also then. He immediately got red faced when everybody else started ribbing
him too. Then Zack spoke up. He said that he wouldn't fuck a guy for $200
but he certainly would let a guy suck his cock for that. Bingo! My heart
instantly started to race at the recent light of hope. With Zack opening up
the discussion, others soon followed with their price. Wow! All I could
think was that I may have been showering with a bunch of fags all along! My
dream cum true! As each of the players discussed what they would do and for
how much, Zack kept looking over at me with a smile on his face.

Now, you have to know Zack to know what that smile meant, or could have
meant.  Zack is probably the only guy on the team that it doesn't bother
him to show off his cock to anyone. He's not bashful, and he's very flirty
with guys and girls. He has a girlfriend, but she's away at college. So
he's always horny when he hasn't been with her for more than a few days. I
like it, of course. Because he's always dry humping me and acting like he's
going to kiss me, and stuff like that. He gives me an instant hard on the
minute I see him walk into the room. Well anyway, all I could think about
as the discussion was going on, was where the hell can I get $200 really
quick! I must have been kind of daydreaming because before I knew it,
somebody threw a jock at my face. Everybody started to laugh as my face
turned about the color of a fire engine! I looked up to see who the hell
threw it, and nobody would give any indication of the jokester. But then I
looked at the jock and seen the number 3 written in the band. That's Zack's
number. I glanced over at him and he had the same little grin on his face
as before. The one that says......suck me dry! I had to keep up appearances
of being straight so I threw it back at Zack and said, "Fuck you! He said,
"Only if you have enough money!" and we all laughed. The coach heard us all
laughing in the locker room, and came in to tell us to hurry up and get the
hell out of there.

Everybody started to pick up and put away their gear and leave. Zack and I
were the last 2 left in the room. His stall was 3 away from mine. I was
getting up and grabbing my bag when he came over. He said that he was sorry
that he hit me in the face with his jock and embarrassed me like that. I
told him that it was alright, and that I didn't mind a little ribbing from
him! And then I gave him a wink and a smile like he always gives me. We
started to walk out together when he said, " hold up I forgot something".
He sat his bag down and opened it up and pulled out his jockstrap. Then he
handed it to me and said, " I think that this belongs to you now." Then he
smiled again and walked out with me standing there holding the jockstrap. I
looked around and nobody was left and the coach was nowhere to be seen. I
immediately put it up to my nose and took a big whiff of Zack's manliness.
I almost passed out. I hurry and put the jock in my bag and ran outside
after Zack but he was already gone. Boy, is tomorrow's practice going to be
interesting!


Zack gives a whole new meaning to the penalty, "High Sticking" Do you want
to hear more? E-mail me your comments and I will start working on chapter
2.  juniorhockeyboy@yahoo.com