From: PennJock <an586805@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: The Hockey Jersey Lesson (M/M)
Date: 15 May 1996 20:45:21 GMT
Organization: ProLog - PenTeleData, Inc.
*The Hockey Jersey Lesson*
*The Panthers Jersey*
5/15/96
This is a fictional story fantasized after wearing the jersey to school
(you'll find out what I mean below).
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It would have been a normal day except for what had happened the previous
night. The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs.
It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. After
joking the day before with friends about wearing a Panthers jersey I had
to school the next day if Panthers won (this being Pennsylvania near
Philadelphia and thhat I used to live in Miami, I decided to actually do
it--maybe I just felt like feeling the risk of being beat-up or punched
by high school students (not that I would mind having a jock come up to
me and punch me mind you), but I did it.
It was finally the end of the day, and not much had happened so far,
except for a pissed junior who said "fuck you" to me walking down the
hall and a joking (I think) punch along with some comments from friends
about getting mugged for wearing it. Luckily, the seniors were on career
elective (which means they miss the last few weeks of school to try
a certain profession out) or else I would really have gotten my ass
kicked.
I decided to walk down to the gym after school and change to work
out in the weight room a little (really to keep myself from getting into a
fight with some die-hard Flyer fan after school). Just as I was walking
into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey
team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces. I
pretended to ignore them, but half-hoped they would jokingly push me
around just so I could feel some of their stud bodies against me.
That didn't happen. Instead, they began to follow me into the locker
room. I continued to walk towards my gym locker when one of the six
players came up in front of me and asked me if I liked the Panthers or
just wanted to get beaten up. I ignored him and tried to walk around
him, when he said "grab him." Four of the players grabbed my arms and legs
and began to carry me off to the locker room for the hockey team. I
really didn't think they would do anything, though I did have a few
fantasy-related ideas (not that I had a bit of hope of any of them happening),
but it felt good having four hockey players holding me with large strong
hands.
They brought me to the door to the room and waited while the largest
player fished around in his pocket to pull out a key to the room. They
carried me in, and locked the door behind me and proceeded to hold me
while the largest player started to give commands to the others.
He told them to hold me and take off my jeans and jersey. I really started to
get excited then, but tried to hold back the bulge growing in my pants.
Then they grabbed shoulder pads and strapped them on my shoulders while
using their muscular hands to feel my chest in the process. They proceeded
to put the other standard hockey pads on me, including hockey pants, a cup
and jockstrap (which, much to my pleasure, felt as if it had been used
many times before), and leg and arm pads. One of the players then put
hockey socks on over the leg pads and another grabbed my jersey and put
it back on over the shoulder and arm pads. It felt great to be wearing
all the pads and uniform, and I had a raging hard-on by this point, when
two of the players began to put chains on my arms and legs which were then
attached to the wall. They must have felt my hard-on because they made
a big grin as they stepped back to examine their work.
They left me like this for several minutes while they got
into their own pads and uniforms, while I fantasized what would happen
next. I didn't have to fantasize too long, because the largest player
walked up to me and started to press his body against mine, grinding his
padded crotch against mine. He put his arms and legs around me and
proceeded to dive into a passionate kiss and put his tongue to good use.
He then released himself from me and partially untied the hockey pants
to gain access to the cup and jockstrap. He pulled the jockstrap and
cup back and began to suck my cock, which he seemed really experienced
at doing. The other players kept watching while rubbing their cocks
through their pads and making huge grins. I forgot about the others
as I started to feel myself reaching my climax. The player must have
realized this because he began to suck harder before pulling back to
make me shoot my load on his jersey and pads.
The other players came up as he backed away and released the chains holding
me to the wall while crotch grinding against me and feeling my arms, chest,
and legs. They grabbed me once again and brought me over to the middle
of the room and had me stand on my hands and knees in a doggie position.
I could only imagine what would happen next as my cock began to harden
once again. The large player came up behind me and pulled my hockey pants
and jockstrap down my legs just enough to expose my ass. I felt him
begin to move his cock against my ass and start to push it in (something
I had been waiting for since they grabbed me). He settled down on my
back and lock his arms and legs around mine as he pushed the rest
of his eight inches into my ass. I neglected to mention this was a
muscular jock with a brown haired flattop head on my back and it felt
great feeling his huge body resting on mine. His cock felt like it had
been well greased and slid in easily. He began to slowly fuck me with
well-controlled movements while holding me firmly. I wished he could
stay there forever but knew it wouldn't happen as he began to hump me
faster as he reached orgasm. He shot his load into me and relaxed his
muscles, putting his weight on my back.
His now-softening cock was removed from my ass as he stood up, commenting
on how he had always wanted to fuck a professional hockey player (I guess
he was fantasizing). One of the other now-anxious players came up in front
of me and told me to get up on just my knees and give his cock some
attention. Eagerly, I began to untie his hockey pants and pull back his
jockstrap. His cock was already hard and must have been a good seven
inches long, but very fat. He looked down at me encouragingly as I began
to suck this huge jock's cock. I teased it a little, sliding my tongue
along the bottom of his shaft before taking it all in my mouth and begin
giving a well-trained blowjob. He grabbed the sides of my head with his
large hands and began fucking my mouth. Just as he was reaching climax,
he stopped and pushed me back down on my hands and knees. He rested down
on my back and continued his fucking, while reaching his arms down to my
cock and jacking me off, making me shoot onto the floor again.
The other three players did the same process of straddling my back and
fucking my ass while wearing their pads.
After they had all finished, the largest player pulled me onto my feet
and smell the jock strap as he placed it back over my crotch and retie
my pants while the others tied theirs. I wasn't sure what would happen
next, when they made a circle around me and grab me and each other and
fall to the floor, one mass of large jocks crotch grinding and holding
each other and me. It felt great having all these hot hockey players
which had all released into my ass holding me.
Finally, they slowly stood and began to get out of their pads, while the
largest player began to remove mine. I felt this could be the beginning
of a good thing as they exchanged smiles and quick gropes around the room.
Once everyone had gotten into their own clothes again, they stood around
me once again and suggested that I come back the next day to continue my
teaching me my "lesson" for wearing the jersey.
I couldn't wait for tomorrow and wished I had worn the jersey sooner that
year...
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Sorry, but I'm not the best writer, so please forgive the unprofessional
writing style.
By the way, if you know who I am (since I was the only one who wore a
Panthers' jersey to my school that day), then you know how to find me :).