The Warming Shack
All the usual disclaimer stuff. Everyone having sex is over 18. There are no STD's or pregnancies in my happy little corner of the room.
As Julie walked down the dimly lighted sidewalk, she could hear the loud thwack sound of someone hitting a puck with a slapshot when she was still half a block from the Woodland ice rink. It was unusual for someone to be on the ice at this time of night. The rink closed at eight on weeknights then the dad volunteers swept the ice before flooding it with a coat of water.
She knew that whoever it was, they had better finish quickly. The lights were on a timer and went out exactly at ten. She had gotten close enough to see that the shooter was a good looking young man when there was a clunk sound as the brilliant overhead lights went out. She was blinded and just a little frightened as she stood on the sidewalk waiting for her eyes to adjust.
There was a barely heard 'fuck' at the far end and one more slapshot. A pocket lantern came on and was placed on the ice, the light reflecting off the white end boards. She watched, as the man skated around herding about three dozen pucks toward a white five-gallon pail. This was not the usual rink rat, that was for sure.
When the guy had all the pucks close, he did that wrist flick thing that flipped the puck in the air. He caught each puck on the blade of his stick then dumped it into the bucket. Julie noticed that the man never missed catching a puck. When he had them all, he picked the light off the ice and grabbed the bucket to make his way to the warming shack. Julie was surprised when he pulled a lanyard out of his sweatshirt and used a key to remove the padlock on the door.
Warming shack was kind of a misnomer. It was a 16 by 24-foot building with plywood walls. Three walls had open lockers with long benches in front of them. Three picnic tables ran down the center of the room. The only window faced the ice rink. There was a small room in one corner that held the hoses and wide shovels and a few tools needed for maintaining the place. There was an old oil-fired furnace near the door.
She could see the light of his small lantern shining through the window. She expected the overhead lights to come on, but that didn't happen. She also expected the man to come out after he had changed into his boots. She was curious to know who the guy was. She decided to wait ten minutes for him to come out. She made her way to that end of the rink then stood there waiting for a couple of minutes before taking a seat on the portable aluminum stands.
Julie was a 20 year old second-year nursing student at the state university in town. She ran tonight's biology test over in her head while she waited. Sometime later she realized her butt was getting cold. She looked at her cell phone and found that twenty minutes had passed. Had she been concentrating so hard she missed him exiting the shack? She didn't think that it was possible, so she walked over and saw that the padlock was hanging down on a short chain. With a shake of her head, she decided to look in at the window. When she peeked her head around to look in the window, she was surprised to see the man was standing there naked. She was even more surprised to see he had a rather large stiff cock in his hand. The most surprising thing was that he must have heard or sensed her and looked toward the window at the exact moment he came.
Julie was so shocked she just stood there watching him spray his cum onto the small towel he had spread on the bench in front of him. When he had finished shooting his large load she looked up and saw that the handsome young man was still staring at her. They remained like that for a few seconds before he quickly grabbed the lantern and turned it off.
Julie could hear him moving around in the now dark building. She assumed he was getting dressed, so she made her way back to the stands and sat down. She didn't know why she was sitting there. Why didn't she just leave? Why wasn't she embarrassed about watching him jack off? Did she want to say something to him? Maybe apologize for spying on him? Or ask him if she could make him come again while she watched? She shook her head and blushed, wondering where that thought had come from.
Before she had a chance to analyze her motives the door rattled open. The young man came out then pulled the door closed before attaching the padlock. He turned and came down the shallow rubber mat covered ramp then stopped dead as he saw her sitting there.
"I hope you got a fucking eyeful lady," he said with a snarl.
"Look I'm sorry I spied on you," Julie blurted.
"Are you always so nosy?" he asked.
"No, no not usually. I was walking by when I heard you shooting pucks. The lights went out but then I saw you with your flashlight collecting pucks. I was curious as to who was out here this late," she explained.
"Why is it your business who was out here?" he retorted.
"It's not my business, like I said, I was just curious," she told him. Then softly, almost to herself she added, "And you were so gorgeous."
"You thought a guy in sweats taking slap shots was gorgeous?" he scoffed. "Lady you are hard up for a thrill."
She laughed then looked him in the eye, "What I saw when I looked in the window was big, hard and gorgeous."
He stared at her for a moment then shook his head, "If a guy watched you jerking off then said you were gorgeous you would have called the cops." he said.
Julie blushed then softly said, "You are probably right. I have never done anything like this before."
"So, you liked what you saw then?" he asked.
She didn't want to admit it, but finally nodded and said, "Yes, your cock is so long and fat. It turned me on to see it."
"That's it? You are queer for big cocks?"
"Well, yours is the only really big one I have ever seen so yes, but there was something else," she said slowly.
"What are you talking about?" he asked frowning.
"I'm not sure, I have been thinking about it while I was freezing my ass off waiting for you to come out," she told him.
He just stood there staring at her, so she finally worked up her courage and said, "I think I... no, I know that I had an orgasm when I saw you shoot your stuff."
Still staring at her he stepped closer. She had to tilt her head back a long way to keep eye contact with the tall young man.
He slowly reached his hand up to caress her cheek before saying, "I enjoyed shooting my load while you were looking. For some reason it was extremely erotic. I don't think I've ever come that hard."
"I know what you mean," she said nodding. "For some reason it was...satisfying. Like watching someone achieve something great or acing a test."
He chuckled then nodded, "It was like the feeling I get when I score a goal."
"So, she said changing the subject, why were you out here shooting pucks so late?"
"I play for the university, on a scholarship, and I am rehabbing my knee after ACL surgery," he explained. "What about you, what brings you out here at this time of night?"
"I am a second-year nursing student at the U. I am working during the day and taking classes at night. Most of them are online but I had a biology test tonight."
They were still standing very close to each other, just gazing into the others face when the man gave a start and took a small step backward.
Awkwardly he said, "Well, it's getting late, I should be going."
