Hocey Player Hazing

Bear was a big guy. Bear wasn't his name, of course that was Whitley, but it's what people had called him since he was an early teen. He was a hockey player, not in the majors, yet, but he hoped his number would be called. He played for the Rockville Rockets (very original name he knew) a team in CHL (Central Hockey League). He led the team in points, goals and assists, had the least amount of penalty minutes. He should have been happy at the incredible season he was having but instead he was miserable. Bear was gay, he'd known it since he was in his early teens and life as a teen hockey player had been tough. He was miserable because while things had happened - a make out session, a little light petting, he hadn't acted yet on his sexual feelings in any substantial way, and he felt he needed to.

He spent his time surrounded by mostly very fit guys, seeing them in varying stages of dress and undress, naked in the showers, walking around the locker room in nothing but a jock. That he hadn't been exposed is a small miracle. But almost every night he'd bate as he thought of those naked men.

He'd joined the Rockets in late summer, as they prepped for their new season. At 19, he felt he was nearing the end of his run it was either make it to the pros this year or move on from full time hockey. He knew other guys that played well into their 20s before giving up the dream but he didn't think he wanted to do that, not with his secret.

He'd signed with the team in early August and the first training camp was the last week of the month. He suited up and took to the ice and began what he thought of as his final season. There were four other players new to the team that year. The hazing began the second week. The five "rookies" were singled out by the veterans. The first hazing was a week into the preseason.

Each rookie was grabbed by two members of the team; they were stripped down to shoes and driven about a mile from the arena and dropped off. The last one back would be "punished". Bear was the last one back. His punishment turned out to be a cold shower with the whole team watching and cat calling. The most embarrassing part for Bear was that he started to get hard but managed to hide it and bury it under the cold water, which took care of that.

He was the only one naked and he felt exposed and vulnerable, but he sucked it up and took it with good spirits. He knew it was tradition but he didn't have to like it.

Two weeks later the second hazing incident happened. The five rookies were gathered up and given a change of clothes. Cheerleader uniforms, with short, short skirts. They were ordered to dress in the uniforms but without underwear.

Most the guys were fully covered but Hans was long soft, he was a shower, and his cock hung out a little beneath the skirt. They were driven to a local mall and told to walk around for an hour. They were supervised so they couldn't just disappear into the bathroom and hide. There was no "punishment" for this one but plenty of pics were taken, especially of Hans' exposure. Bear's dick, which normally hung about 3 inches, shrank to almost nothing as he wandered around with his teammates. But after a while, Bear actually started to get a bit excited by the event, he didn't get hard, maybe embarrassment kept if from going full hard but by the time they left the mall, his cock head was hanging out below the skirt and the skirt was slightly tented.

A few weeks later, well into the season, the next hazing event took place, in this event the five players were stripped again and this time, in the privacy of the locker room they were each shaved head to foot. Everything except eyebrows was shaved off. Pics were taken.

After each event, Bear was torn, he was kind of accepting of the hazing, it was a tradition and meant as a team building exercise, it was a part of the game. However, at the same time, there were a couple of players that he found attractive, especially the captain of the team, and he hated having them see him like this. It added to his misery.

Maybe because of his stress or fear, but he drove his energy into his game and saw a vast improvement in his play, and thus his ice time picked up as well. He was having a stellar year, and scouts were beginning to take notice.

The final hazing event took place in early October; it was the most extreme. The five rookies were each gathered and stripped. The veteran players formed a circle around them, as they took their places around a card table. The team captain, Kelly Elliot, pulled out a bag of hot dog buns and handed one to each rookie, tossing the rest into the garbage bin.

"Boys, this is your final test, it's graduation day. Complete this and you're one of us," he said, "you've earned your place in our hallowed halls." He walked as he spoke, circling the table.

"Your task today gentlemen, is to show us how good you really are. Who can step up, when called on." He paused behind Bear and placed a hand on his naked shoulder. It trailed down his back and rested a moment on his ass. Bear sucked in his gut, hoping his cock wasn't going to react to that touch.

Kelly continued around the table, Bear noticed he didn't touch any of the other players as he walked and continued to talk.

"Your task, today, gentlemen, is to show us how much you want to be on this team. Show us that when push comes to shove, you can step up, that you can beat," he placed an odd emphasis on

beat

, "the odds. How you ask?" He was behind Bear again, and a hand brushed across Bear's ass.

"You job today is to cum. And cum fast. Show us that when your team needs you, you'll step up. That's it. Your teammates will encourage you, cajole you, taunt you. But your job is to ignore the distractions and cum. That's all and you've earned your place on this elite squad."

He'd circled the table and was now behind Bear again.

"Guys, step up and let's encourage our rookies to get the job done." He signaled and the rest of the team stepped forward forming a circle around the five rookies. Kelly raised his hand as if to begin a countdown, then paused.

"Wait, though, it can't be that easy. You'll need to cum on the buns we've just given you. Each of you will shoot your load onto those buns, like you're shooting a shot on net. Shoot well and hit the target. If you fail to hit your bun, your load will be wiped up with the bun and you'll have to eat the bun. However, if you're last, if you cum last, you'll eat the bun, every cum filled ounce of it."

He dropped his arm, "Go!" he shouted and the players surrounding the rookies erupted into a cacophony of noise.

"Beat it bitch"

"Get it fucking hard"

"Pussy, get that dick hard"

"Look at this one, he likes it, he likes being on display"

"Beat that fucking meat, rookie."

The taunts were tossed like water on a fire; nonstop they flew at the men.

Bear closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, the more he concentrated the harder it seemed for him to get hard.

"I'm cumming," Hans cried after about 30 seconds and sure enough he shot his load directly onto the hotdog bun in his left hand. His cock, longer hard than it had been soft, stood out about 9 inches bouncing with a drop of dewy cum hanging off the tip.

"Well done, teammate," Kelly said, recognizing that Han's was no longer a rookie, in the team's eyes.

Jacque, another rookie, kept his eyes closed, his face scrunched, and stroked his modest five inches. He was uncut and the foreskin rolled over his head as his cock shot it's load next. Like Hans he hit his target and sagged back, two players behind him catching.

"Well done, teammate, rely on your teammates for support." Kelly called.

Behind Bear, Kelly stood, watching all of them as the taunts continued. But Bear was really struggling to get hard. Beside him Anthony and, across from him, Hip were beating their hard cocks, both a bit above average, Bear had checked them out, thinking that might help him. However, his cock was being stubborn and not getting hard.

Behind him, Kelly watched the three remaining men stroke themselves. He could see that Hip was close but that Anthony, like Bear was struggling a bit. He caressed Bear's ass again and leaned forward.

"Come on rookie," he whispered in Bear's ear. And then the hand that was on his ass found the crack and a finger probed into Bear. Bear's cock was rock hard in a second. He beat it furiously as that finger tickled his hole. "That's it, rookie," Kelly murmured into his ear. "Now cum."

The finger probed, pressing on Bear's hole and he came. His load erupted across the table, no hope of hitting that bun, it spewed out, almost hitting Hip on his side of the table. The last two spurts did land on the bun. A conference was held with Kelly and his Assistant Captain, Joe.

"Sorry, Bear, that's an impressive shot teammate," Kelly indicated that he'd still passed, "but you'll still have to eat the wipings." He took the bun from Bear's hand and wiped it across the table and threw Bear's load then handed it back. Bear looked around, feeling helpless, all eyes on him. Then he looked back to Kelly and watched as Kelly lifted his hand and licked his fingers - which had picked up some of Bear's cum.

Bear almost came again at that, his cock bounced untouched, but he ate the bun, pushing the entire thing into his mouth. The entire team cheered, and Kelly beamed.

Hip was the next to cum, a small load that he had no issue with catching on the bun. That left Anthony, who really struggled but after about 10 minutes managed to drop two or three cum droplets on the bun. He dutifully ate it - or tried to. He bolted to the bathroom, and they heard retching.

That night, Bear lay in bed, his cock was rock hard, thinking about the whole experience watching the other four guys shoot their loads, being exposed like that but most importantly he thought about Kelly's finger on his ass, in his ass. And he thought about what he wanted more than that finger in his ass. His hand, of its own accord, found his cock and he was stroking and the next thing he knew, he heard cum splat on the headboard directly above his head. His belly and chest covered in ropes of cum. He lay there, with thoughts of Kelly fucking him still drifting through his mind. He breathing slowly coming back to normal. He grabbed a dirty sock and wiped up his cum and finally drifted off to sleep.

After that day, Bear became known as Shooter among the squad, no one who was not present in the locker room that day knew why. He lurched around that next week, doing well at practice and during their three games, managing to assist on and score several goals, but also embarrassed to look his teammates in the eye, especially Kelly. Other's noticed that he seemed a little withdrawn, Kelly being one of them.

Kelly finally sought him out after practice the following Monday.

"How're you doing, bud?" Kelly asked.

Bear was seated in front of his locker but didn't look up to Kelly, just kept his head down and replied, "I'm good, thanks."

"Look, you haven't been yourself since the graduation ceremony," it's what the team called the final hazing event.

"Well, it was a little much, and a lot embarrassing." Bear looked up then, and right into Kelly's eyes, then looked around to make sure they weren't overheard. "Why did you do that? What made you think I would enjoy or want something like that?"

"I did 'that'," Kelly replied, "Because I like you and I thought you'd like it. Yes, it was unsolicited, and I took a big chance being that forward, but was I wrong? You liked it didn't you?"

"Yes...I...Yes...I don't know. I mean it had an impact on me for sure, but no one has...I mean I've never... No one has touched me like that and it's not how I imagined something like that happening." He finally blurted out.

"So, you have imagined something like that, then?" Kelly smirked.

"Look, that day was embarrassing enough, do we need talk about this?" Bear asked.

"We do," Kelly replied, "because I have. Imagined it and imagined it with you."

Bear stopped then, still looking at Kelly, not sure if he could believe what he was hearing. He didn't know what to say or how to react. Kelly looked around the locker room and found that they were alone. He reached out and ran his hand along Bear's chin coming to rest right under Bear's mouth where his fingers lifted Bear's face up.

"If we weren't in the locker room, I'd lean down and kiss you right now." He said, then let his hand drop away. Bear couldn't help himself, his cock started to rise, clearly excited. Kelly moved his dropped hand to touch the rising cock, but just as he did two players, Hans and Giles, exited the shower room. Kelly took a step back and Bear grabbed a shirt to cover his crotch.

"Meet me, once you're dressed, I'll be at the coffee shop," Kelly stepped back, turned and grabbing his hockey bag, headed out. Bear didn't have to ask which one, they all went to the same chain, just down the street from the arena. Hans and Giles were chattering away and not paying him any attention. They were getting a bit handsy and Hans' long cock was rising. Bear's cock jumped back up on seeing it, but he turned away, giving them privacy and giving himself privacy without showing his own hard cock.

A few minutes later he walked into the coffee shop. It was empty except for a few old locals and Kelly. He'd taken a booth for four and his hockey back rested on the seat beside him, nearly taking up both seats. Bear sat opposite him, in the same way. Kelly had ordered coffee for them both and the paper cups sat untouched on the table between them.

"What do you mean by you've imagined it?" Bear asked right away.

"Just that, I'd imagined being with you a long time, honestly, since your first practices in August. I sneaked a few peaks at you in the locker room. And I'd go home and jerk off," he lowered his voice as he said that and looked around making sure no one was close, "and I always imagined playing with your ass. That's why during the graduation ceremony I couldn't resist; I had to feel it."

"But how did you know that I wanted that? How could you know that I might be gay? I haven't even admitted it to myself," Bear asked.

"I couldn't but when I touched your ass, I watched you, I saw your body react and I hoped I was right. And I think I was." He said and he reached a hand across the table, letting their fingers intertwine.

"What do we do? This is all new to me?" Bear asked.

"If you want to explore, if you want, then come home with me, I live alone and we can go slow, take our time and see where this goes," Kelly suggested.

Bear felt his cock pulse in his jeans, trapped by his underwear and the denim. It was getting hard fast.

"I think I'd like that," he said to Kelly.

"Then let's go, we'll take my car." They got up and headed out, Kelly popped the trunk and they both dropped their bags in the trunk. It was a tight fit, but they managed. Bear moved around to the passenger seat and climbed in. Kelly took his seat behind the wheel. He started the car and drove off. It was a matter of seconds before his right hand reached across to the passenger side of the car and traced the line of Bear's thigh down to his crotch. Bear, who's hardon had subsided as they walked out of the coffee shop, felt himself grow to full hardness again. Kelly stroked it through the material.

"Take it out for me," Kelly asked, as he stopped at a red light. Bear looked around; they were alone at the intersection. He decided. He undid his belt and the top button of his jeans. Unzipped, raised his ass and pulled pants and underwear down. As soon as his hard cock popped out, Kelly leaned across, as much as he could, and sucked the tip of Bear's cock into his mouth.

"Green light," Bear said and tapped Kelly on the shoulder. Kelly lifted his mouth off Bear's cock.

"Yeah, I got that at the coffee shop," he said, "you don't have to give me permission at every step."

"No," Bear replied, "I mean the light turned green."

"Oh," Kelly said and leaned back up to drive on. Another car had been pulling up behind them and beeped as he took a couple of seconds to get resettled in the driver's seat.

Bear couldn't believe how good even though few seconds had felt and didn't want to put his cock away, instead he stroked it slowly as Kelly watched. When Kelly swerved unexpectedly, Bear did put it away though.

"You're too distracted with this out," Bear said as he rezipped and buttoned his jeans.

"We're almost home, another couple of blocks," Kelly said, "I can't wait."

They left their gear in the car, and climbed the outside stairs to the second floor, Kelly led Bear along the walkway to his unit, about halfway along. He unlocked the door and pulled Bear inside with him. Closing and locking the door, he pushed Bear up against it and pressed their lips together. He was frantic as this point. His own cock was rock hard in his sweatpants and Bear could feel it against his thighs as Kelly pressed in tight.

Bear wrapped his arms around Kelly and slid them down to cup Kelly's ass, the sweats were loose on him and as Bear's hand moved down, they pushed the pants down, they slid off easily. Kelly was commando under them and his hard cock, all five and half inches of it bounced free, precum flying off and landing on Bear's jeans.

Kelly laughed, "No fair, I can't be the only one naked," he said and pulled at Bear's cloths.

He pulled the tee up and off Bear's torso, then undid the belt again, loosened and dropped the pants and underwear down Bear's legs. He knelt as he pulled them down and when Bear's cock popped free, he once again took it into his mouth.

Bear thought it had felt good in the car, but now that his cock wasn't compressed by the seat and his angle and that Kelly had free and full access, he couldn't believe how good it felt. Kelly worked his tongue around the head, lapping precum from the dripping tip. He then wrapped his lips around the head and took it down and into his throat, deeper and deeper Bear's pubic hair tickled his nose. Bear moaned helplessly with pleasure.

On his knees, Kelly reached for and found Bear's hands and placed them on each side of his head. It didn't take Bear long to get the idea, and he held Kelly in place, slowly beginning to fuck Kelly's mouth. His confidence built fast, and he was soon driving his cock forcefully into Kelly. Kelly, for his part, took every inch hungrily.

"I'm gonna cum," Bear moaned out, his breath short, coming in gasps as his load drew closer.

Kelly pulled off then.

"Not yet, don't cum yet." He said, and standing, stepped out of his track pants and pulled off his tee. Bear did the same, stepping out of his jeans and underwear, until they were both fully naked. Kelly led the way to the back of his apartment to the bedroom. He pushed Bear down onto the bed and reached for the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He climbed onto the bed and flipped himself around, positioning his cock over Bear's face. His own mouth closed over Bear's cock head, and he worked it back into his throat.

Bear lay under Kelly his cock hovered over Bear, a pearl of precum poised to drop, resting on its tip. Bear reached up, and stroked Kelly's cock, he felt Kelly's balls, and rolled them in his hands, curious and nervous to work with a cock not his own. The pearl dropped off and fell onto his cheek. It fell, a warm droplet, and instinctively reached to wipe it up. Then he put his finger to his mouth and tasted another man for the first time. Kelly continued to work on his cock, and Bear knew that he'd cum soon. He wanted to give Kelly the pleasure that Kelly was giving him and finally looked up, opened his mouth and closed them around Kelly's crown. Kelly bucked and the cock sunk deeper into Bear's mouth.