Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 12:10:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan R <danrl1099@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me & Justin 18

My balls turned out to be fine.  Which, for any guy is always a great
relief.  Our season was rolling along nicely.  We had a great record home
and away.  About mid season, we had a tournament out state.  Up in Fargo,
ND.  We were really excited because we didn't get to go out of state very
much.  (If anybody has ever been to Fargo, there really wasn't much to be
excited about.)  But we were excited just the same.  We were on the bus and
it was a really long ride.  Long and boring.  I remember riding on the
freeway through land that was barren of anything, then all of a sudden we
crossed the border, and there was Fargo.  It was like a big town in the
middle of no where.

The trip for the tournament brought along a larger amount of boosters and
parents.  We later learned this was because Fargo was also know as Little
Reno, as you could play blackjack in the bars.  So a lot of the dad's went
up because of that reason.

One word can describe our experience up there.  Pain.  I knew it was going
to be a long weekend when we got to our motel room.  What a dump I thought.
The walls were concrete, the carpeting looked to be 20 years old, and I
didn't even want to imagine what the bed was like.  I was rooming with our
goalie Chris.  He was a nice enough guy.  He was pretty big to be a goalie.
Like 6' 1" and a little pudgy, but he had quick reflexes.  When we walked
in to our room, we looked at each other and laughed.

"Holy crap Brian.  This place is gross."  He said.

"I know man.  At least it's cold out so all of the bugs are probably
hibernating."  I replied.

We got in and got settled in.  We didn't have a game until the morning, so
we turned on the TV and watched.  My dad and Jeff's dad walked in and told
us they were going downtown to a bar and that everybody was going to a
Pizza Hut for dinner.  Which we did.

When we got back to our room, Chris was acting kindoff weird.  I knew the
apprehension coming from him.  I felt it before.

"Hey Chris, you don't gotta worry about me trying anything tonight.  I
already have a boyfriend."  I said.

"I know man.  It's not that.  It's just, how did you know that you were
gay?  I mean, when?"  He asked.

"I dunno man.  Probably the first time I sucked a cock and liked it" I said
laughing.

"Cmon Brian.  Be serious.  The whole trip up I was thinking that maybe I
like guys.  I'm not sure.  I messed around some when I was younger and
stuff. "  He said.

"Ok man.  Listen, I don't know when I knew.  I think I was pretty young.
Don't you have a girlfriend?"  I asked.

"Yeah, I do.  But we haven't done anything yet, and when we started to last
week, it didn't work... Ya know.."  He said quietly.

"I'll tell you what.  Why don't we get naked and suck each other off and
we'll see if you can get hard."  I said, trying to sound serious.

"Seriously?  I guess that would be ok."  He said back excitedly.

"Jesus man.  I wasn't being serious.  I'm not going to be your gay tester.
You gotta find one on your own.  But, how about we turn on the skin channel
and jerk off together and go to bed."  I replied.

"Really?  Cool!"  He said.


We turned on Cinemax and there was one of those cheesy soft core porns on.
They were so stupid.  You could tell that the guy was never screwing the
girl, plus, you never got to see any dick.  Just tits.  But I hoped that it
would make him comfortable.

We laid next to each other on one of the beds and turned down the lights.
I pushed down my sweats and started to rub my boxers and he followed suit.
Soon enough I had a hard on watching him.  (I loved and love seeing other
guys dicks.  Even though they are mostly all the same, but seeing somebody
everyday in the showers naked wondering what there dick was like hard,
well, that never got old.)

I pushed my boxers down to my ankles and let him see my dick.  I could see
that he was glued to it, and not the TV screen.  He did the same thing and
I watched his dick flop up against his belly.  It was really nice.  6 1/2"
and thick, with low hanging balls.  I looked down at mine and compared it
to his.  Grrr.  Why couldn't I have a bigger dick and balls I grumbled.  We
were tugging our dicks in unison, both watching each other.  I leaned over
and pulled his hand off his dick and I took a hold of his thick one and
rubbed the precum on the head and he did the same to mine.  About 30
seconds after me grabbing his dick, he shot his load all over the place.  I
wasn't quite ready yet, so after he recovered from his obvious extreme
orgasm, he leaned on his side and got a better grip on my dick.  He moved
his hands down and played with my balls a bit, then went back to work on my
dick.  In no time, I was thinking about his dick exploding and I exploded
as well.  It had been awhile since I had sex or jerked off, so I had a very
impressive load.  One drop even hit my chin.

I got up and grabbed a towel and we cleaned each other up.  I don't know
why I didn't, but I knew I could go further with him than a hand job, but I
guess I just didn't want to.  We talked a bit longer about what happened
and he wondered if he was gay or not.  I told him I didn't know, but I'm
sure he would figure it out soon enough.  He agreed and we fell asleep in
separate beds.  We woke up happy and content, and hungry.  Our game was
pretty early, plus we needed to do a pre-skate, so we didn't get to go to a
restaurant, which bummed everybody out.  (Going to a restaurant was always
a big deal for me when I was in school.  We almost never went out to eat,
and when we did, it was a big treat.)  The boosters had a breakfast of
cereal and fruit setup in the locker room, so we ate that and then went out
for our early skate.  When that was finished up, I was standing by the
zamboni entrance and the other team started walking out for their skate.

Holy christ.  These guys were giants I thought to myself.  I looked at Ryan
who was standing nearby and he gave me a priceless look of "Holy Shit".

"Did you see those guys?  They are frickin giants!"  I said to Ryan.

"I know.  Holy crap."  he said.

I didn't usually get nervous before a game, but I feared for my life before
this game, and I had good reason to.  I was only 5' 8".  When we got out
for the start of the game, I looked over at their top center.  He was
easily 6' 3" and was big.  Fricking Paul Bunyan.  Where is Babe I thought.

We took the faceoff and we were dominated.  I mean dominated.  These guys
were good.  They weren't cheap or anything.  They were big and fast.  I got
my ass kicked on the ice.  When I got checked, I got mauled.  When I tried
to check back, they moved and I would miss and everybody else would check
me.  It reminded me of the movie Slapshot when the Hanson brothers would
finish somebody off in the corner.  Old school hockey, just like Eddie
Shore...  Well, we got our asses kicked.  We lost 7 - 1.

We walked off the ice defeated.  I felt sorry for Chris because we didn't
do anything to help him.  He was getting pelted by shots all game.

I could barely walk back to the locker room.  I was kindoff pissed at coach
for not preparing us for these beasts, but there wasn't any real blame.

I looked over at Jeff who looked like me and we laughed a little bit.  All
of our training didn't prepare us for this.  I usually didn't take losses
this well, but what could I do I thought.  These guys were amazing.

We got back to the fleebag motel with Chris and I was in severe pain.  My
whole body hurt, and I knew it was going to be nothing like how I was going
to feel in the morning.

I took off my clothes and laid down on the bed on my stomach and just
groaned.  Chris came out of the bathroom and he was wearing just a robe.
Actually, I wasn't looking at him.  I had my head down in the pillow hoping
all my pain would go away.

Chris came over with a bottle of lotion the hotel had and asked me if I
wanted a back rub.  I begged him to do so.  He straddled my butt and poured
some of the lotion on my back and started working on my muscles.  He pulled
my boxers down a little and was working on the small of my back, right
above my butt.  It felt great.  My back was killing me there.  Then he
moved back up my body to my neck and massaged my shoulders.  I was in
heaven.  He leaned into me and I could feel his dick on my butt crack and
he asked if he was doing ok.

"hmmmmmm" I purred.

Then we took the lotion and went to work on my legs.  He moved up and down
and moved his hands between my legs and rubbed there too.  I was feeling a
lot better and I asked him if he wanted me to rub him.

"I'm not done yet dude" He whispered, then he flipped me over revealing a
large tent in my boxers.  He smiled and took the lotion and rubbed it on my
chest and massaged my chest and arms and neck.  This guy is trying to
seduce me I thought!  I was so sore and kindoff depressed about the game, I
didn't care.  I was really slippery and he leaned his body into mine and I
could feel his dick popping out of his boxers and rubbing on my stomach.
Then he kissed me.  I was pretty shocked.  But I kissed him back.

He sat back up and pulled down my boxers and he massaged my balls a little
bit, then he went down on me.  "Chris, I don't..."  but I stopped saying
anything when he grabbed my balls tightly and continued to suck me off.  He
took his lotion sapped finger and found my ass hole and poked it up there
massaging all around.  I whimpered.  This rookie knew exactly what he was
doing.  I think I knew whether or not he was gay or not when he did that.

I was in bliss.  He was taking my whole dick in his very warm mouth.
"Chris, I'm goona shoot dude!"  I yelled.  But he didn't move away and kept
sucking away until I blew my load in his mouth.  He drank it all up.  I was
shocked and also very relieved.

"Holy shit Chris.  That was awesome.  Fuck me now!"  I told him.

It didn't take him more than a split second to put lotion on his dick and
put it against my hole.  His dick was a lot thicker than any I ever had.
He pushed it in and it felt really good inside of me.  Our faces were close
together and we kissed each other while he was fucking me.  I could feel
his skin on my skin and it felt great.  Before long he increased his speed
and I could feel his come in my butt.  It felt great.  He deflating dick
was kept in my butt while we kissed, very passionately.  I could still
taste some of my cum in his mouth too.

He pulled his dick out of me and collapsed on top of me.  He was heavier
than me, but I loved that feeling.  Our soft dicks touching together,
tingling every time they touched.

I looked up at him and smiled.  He did the same and we fell asleep naked.



We woke up the next morning to a shrieking mom, an embarrassed dad, and to
a laughing Jeff.

My mom and dad scurried away and Jeff stayed in the room.

"Holy crap Brian.  Can you go on one trip and not convert somebody.  Jesus
christ, you are a horn dog."  He said laughing.

"Ummm, Jeff.  I am actually innocent in this.  I was seduced."  I replied.

Chris obviously embarrassed scurried to the bathroom.  Me and Jeff laughed
and I put on some clothes.  I gave him the details, which Jeff winced at,
but I knew he wanted to know to stifle his curiosity.

When Chris got out of the shower, Jeff welcomed him to the `club'.

"Hey you fuckers, there is a club?"  I asked.

"Yeah, it is the fucked Brian club.  I think it is 1000 members strong
these days."  He yapped.

We got into a big wrestling match and went to the arena for the game.  We
were in good spirits, however, in much pain from the previous game.  We
played a smaller school and we dominated them.  Coach kept me out of some
shifts from the beating I took the game before.  But I got a power play
goal, and an assist on one of Jeff's goals.  I liked the power play a lot
because me, Jeff, and Ryan got to be on the same line sometimes.  It was
like old times when we were younger.

When we got back into the locker room after the game, Roger came up to me.
"Man, you are a dog.  I swear to god.  You have some touch or something."
I just smiled.  The gossip traveled fast in our locker room I thought.
Jeesh.

I decided to room with Roger on trips like this in the future.  He wouldn't
let me do anything with him anymore, and I really liked him as a friend.
He had really changed since I first met him.  He was a scrawny kid with a
lot of problems, but being the student manager of the team brought him a
new confidence.  Plus he worked out with the team, and he even skated with
us sometimes.

On the long bus ride home, I thought about the weekend.  I thought about
Rusty.  I really liked him, but I decided I didn't love him.  But I knew he
loved me.  I guess I wasn't ready to love anybody else besides Sean for
now.  I liked him a lot.  But it wasn't the same thing.  I wondered if I
told him what I thought, if he would be really angry, or ok with it.  I
decided to not mess with a good thing and leave it where it was for the
time.


To be continued....


Thanks for everybody's nice comments.  To answer a couple of questions.
Yes this is a true story.  Yes, all of the names are different than their
actual names.  And, ummmm, yes... Sadly, my dick never got bigger : (