Once again, this account doesn't fall into any one category, so I labeled it "erotic coupling." There's man on man, mmf and hetero...it's got it all. If you're into that, check it out and let me know what you think.
It was our Tuesday night hockey practice, and everybody was gradually filtering out of the locker room. One group was headed out to a bar, but Bryan and I decided to pass...we both promised our wives, we'd be home after practice.
Most of the guys were gone or finishing up showers as we were heading to the showers. It looked like it was Brent, Cody, Derick with Bryan and me.
Bryan and I were lingering out on the ice...but I remember Brent looked over at me while he was drying his hair. His eyes darted up and down, lingering over my crotch, saying, "You played a good game...that was a great save!"
I didn't mind much, because my dick always loves attention, but I really wanted to say "Dude, eyes are up here." I didn't, though, and nodded, "Thanks, but you fuckin scored...that was brilliant!"
just go ahead and take a nice, long look. I don't mind. That guy down there loves attention.
He responded, "Yeah...but I was just in the right place at the right time."
Cody grinned, looking directly at him, "Like when you drop the soap in the showers."
Looking irritated, Brent spread his legs and bent over. The response of a wide-stance and bare ass invitation was interesting, to say the least, but then he looked back, "Here it is dude...have at it, jackass!"
Bryan was equally surprised, looking at me with a big grin. He nodded, forming a ring with one hand and pumping his finger through it.
I teased them, "Cody, he's got a nice ass...I'd take him up on that." Which was the truth...Brent had beefy, muscled cheeks...he really did have a hot ass.
Brent gave me (or my crotch) one last glance before slipping his underwear and pants on. Probably a little disappointed we were wearing towels, he said, "We're headed to the pub on main, if you change your minds...if not, see you next week."
When we finally made it to the showers, Bryan and I laughed, and he grinned, "What the fuck was all that? Dude, he's checking you out, again...and nearly spread his cheeks for you...dude, he's needs to hook up!"
"Stop a minute, sis. We're family, ok... you want to look at my morning wood, After you've had your look you can go back to talking and hopefully, make some sense."
"Fuck...that was a nice tight ass is what that was...I'm beginning to think he'd be interested in any of us."
We always thought he was bi-curious, but after that move, we half expected him to follow us into the showers. Of course, we agreed to share him, if he did...a common porn plot.
That said, we were way beyond the bi-curious shit...Bryan and I were crazy horny and ready to go at it. I could see the conversation was having an effect on both of us. Bryan's beautiful dick was deliciously upright and swaying. I reached out to stroke it...thick and hard, it felt amazing as my hand encircled it.
My dick was fighting gravity and winning, too, and Bryan couldn't help but wrap his hand around it, grinning, "If I were to drop the soap right now and bend over, would you help me with some other needs I have?"
I grinned, "You know I will...but don't drop the damn soap...just bend over."
I was staring into his beautiful blue eyes, and our lips met, and I felt his tongue caress mine. We made out under the steamy spray. It was just like the sensuous start of every shower-sex scene.
Still stroking his cock, I grinned, "Before you bend over, though, I think I need to help you with this need...and no soap involved."
My lips trailed down over his chest, sucking his nipples and slurping the water from his skin. All that water cascading over that beautiful, muscled frame was breathtaking...he had a spank-bank-body...and I wanted to lick every fucking inch.
He was lean, with a hot, sculpted muscular build, and very little hair on his body. He's got nice pubes, a dusting over his legs, and a treasure trail, but all light. With my hands, I followed his legs up to that precious, rounded ass, where strands of water ran down over the plump cheeks. I guess I just enjoyed watching the water trickle over his body, especially when it hit his dick.
His dick was staring me down, and I gave it a long, sensuous lick from base to tip. Jutting from his body, it was stiff and upright. With the water running over the shaft, he pushed it down and water streamed from the tip...I dipped lower, drilling my tongue into the slit, searching for the sugar.
Swollen, throbbing male flesh, it's very special when it's pulsing between your lips. I licked every inch, while he rubbed his hands over my shoulders and chest.
"Oh god...yeah...that's good...yeah...yeah...yeah, keep that...keep that up...mmmm!" He moaned, "Fuck, you almost take it all down...yeah...yeah fuck...fuck, that feels...feels good!"
We went at it for a few more minutes before he grinned, "Now, my tongue needs some...it needs some dick...let me, do you?"
I watched his lips descend down the shaft, gagging a little when the head nudged his throat. I always love hearing a dude choke on my dick, but he shoved my dick right up to his throat again, this time gurgling around it.
Mmmm...Bryan's willingness to satisfy my cock, had become a welcome hockey night ritual. Sometimes it happened in the car...sometimes on the ice...sometimes we closed the place down and did it in the showers...but often, we'd hold off and include Tara.
"Yeah...yeah...go down on it...get it deep...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's good!" Lost in pleasure, I instinctively dug my fingers into his scalp and started pumping it through his lips.
He couldn't take it all, and the last few inches had nowhere to go, but eventually let him set the pace. After a good bout of attending to my needs, he pulled off and directed his eyes my way, "Fuck yeah! This's what I love about hockey...right there!"
Again, I watched him go at it, working his lips up and down the shaft. I grinned, "That right there's what I love about hockey...suck that dick...suck it...get it all rock hard for your ass!"
Turned on by his sexy moans and gurgles, I started humping his face, "Mmmm...guh...guh...uhhhh...guh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...mmmm!"
After another round of face-fucking, I pulled out and let my hunky, hockey-buddy catch his breath; he grinned, "Mmmm...love it when a cock takes my breath away like that."
My cock stiffened with his remark, but then he punctuated it with one more long, sensuous trip down the shaft, as I moaned, "Fuccccccck!"
After that he looked up, grinning, "Now, you need to do that to my ass."
"Bend over...I can do better and give you those last few inches...balls deep, buddy...balls deep!"
That's where he turned to face the wall and pretended to drop the soap, grinning, "Shit...guess I need to bend over and um...pick that up."
I looked into his pleasured gaze, "I think it is time you bend over...but hand me that fuckin' soap."
"You know it!"
I worked up a sudsy lather over my dick and handed it back to him, "Here, get it ready.
He anxiously soaped it up, pushing some inside, and spreading his cheeks. Still savoring his muscled frame, I watched him bend over to assume the position. That never gets old...every time is like another first-time...you know?
