Recently, during hockey practice there was an “incident” involving myself and another player, a guy named Todd Garner. My name is Brad Taylor and we play on the Lister College JV squad. Todd and I got into a fight on the ice. Yes, that’s right, a fight! Two players from the same team fighting. It’s rare but it happens. You see, Todd speared me in retaliation for some rough handling in the corner. The fight itself was short and inconclusive and we were ordered to sit out the remainder of the practice on opposite ends of the team bench. The players on the ice went through the motions in the remainder of the time; they seemed distracted by something, and suddenly I realized what it was. Their minds were racing ahead to our punishment ordeal! You see, two players who got into a fight in practice were forced to wrestle each other in the locker room in front of the whole team. No big deal, you think? Except for the twist that both wrestlers must be jaybird naked!
Remembering this club rule caused a brief panic in me. The obvious motive for such a match is to humiliate the participants in the eyes of their teammates. But I also became concerned that I would lose the wrestling match as well. I glanced down the bench at Todd and tried to evaluate my opponent. I noticed his backside in the shower a couple of times; he was about 5 foot ten inches with a big muscular ass. In other words, he was a worthy opponent for a slightly taller, leaner opponent like myself.
After practice when we all gathered in the locker room it quickly became apparent that my teammates thought the whole thing was a big hoot. They kept their hockey gear on as they gathered around the appointed area for the match, most of them grinning from ear to ear. The worst thing was the presence of the skinny kid who collected towels, as I definitely thought only team members should witness the match. After being ordered to strip by the team captain, Todd and I peeled off our equipment to the accompaniment of laughter and comments from the guys. An added distraction occurred when Todd flipped off his supporter to reveal a disturbingly long dark uncut prick. Oh great! When carefully and discretely checking my teammates in the shower and dry off area I had sort of concluded we were all sort of average in the cock size department, except for Collins who had a genuine whopper. But I had missed seeing Todd’s. Well, I saw it now. When my own modest sized cut wiener plopped out of hiding I caught towel kid giving it a snort of derision and I had to check an urge to throttle the guy. I also noted the team had started to divide between a pro-Todd faction and a pro-Brad faction. One unseen Todd supporter made a comment about the cock size difference on display, which his buddies found amusing. When I swirled around to give them the finger they laughed even more.
Soon Todd and I were naked from head to toe. We began to circle each other without getting close enough to get into a clinch, so that our teammates began to get impatient and started to jeer us. I wondered how we were going to initiate body contact, when suddenly Todd grabbed me by the neck in an arm lock and tossed me to the carpet. The match was on! In a remarkably small amount of time I got used to man on man naked contact. The guys started to laugh at the sight of us grappling on the floor. As my arms encircled Todd’s bare flesh and struggled for supremacy against his muscles a feeling of euphoria overcame me. The pleasure of skin contact was dampened by the requirements of athletic exertion, and yet the two sensations combined to produce a heightened state of exhilaration. Panting, we unclenched and stood up facing each other. Our respective fans cheered either Todd or myself and urged us to get back into action. We soon did, grabbing each other by the shoulders in mutual attempts at take downs. I managed to topple Todd and lay on top of him but he quickly squirmed loose and briefly got on top of me. Before I shook him loose I got the distinct feel of his cock pressed against my left ass cheek, a totally unique sensation, believe me.
As we stood up again Todd wiggled his hips so that his lengthy cock swayed obscenely in my direction and his fans erupted in cheers at this taunting. Obviously, nude wrestling involved a different set of dynamics than the ordinary sort. I lunged at my opponent’s legs and managed to lift one. I then flipped him over and threw him to the floor, quickly pinning the back of his neck with my hands. When he tried to get up my dick and balls rubbed against his lower back. I managed to hold him in this degrading position for some time: it looked like I was fucking him! My faction cheered wildly and Todd became absolutely furious; he strained wildly to escape but I rode him. For a while, at least. When he managed to break free his face betrayed a vicious fury and he attacked me instantly. We collapsed on the floor again in a series of clinches during one of which he placed his face close to my ear and whispered:
“Loser gets fucked, agreed?”
I turned to face him and simply nodded my mind a jumble of emotions. I found Todd’s challenge so disorienting that he managed to get his hands behind both my knees and expose my upturned ass to my teammates. Then, in his eagerness to repay me for degrading him he slapped me hard on my ass. It was a loud stinging blow that elicited guffaws from everyone in the room, my fans included. As he was preparing to deliver another blow I took the opportunity presented by his distraction to wiggle free.
On our knees, we clinched again and as I slid my hands up and down his bare torso I felt the hardness of his muscles at work. This was different from touching skinny flab, believe me. As we both grunted and sweated and tussled I could no longer deny that I was feeling pleasure: pleasure at the struggle, at the body contact, at seeing Todd naked. When I got on all fours I knew I was exposing my hairy butthole to my teammates, and I enjoyed that too. As Todd and I separated from another clinch I noticed that his lips were slightly upturned. It was the trace of a smile! And I realized that I probably had one too! Quickly I made eye contact with Todd and frowned to alert him to the danger, and when we resumed the fight we were both appropriately stern faced. But then the team captain signaled the end of the match by blowing a whistle as we had wrestled the allotted five minutes. Somehow I felt cheated by the brevity of the match. We were ordered to face our teammates so the captain could choose the winner. After a brief pause he raised my arm to general acclaim. I turned and faced a sweaty Todd and we both extended our arms for a handshake and as we did so our eyes locked and we nodded in mutual respect. I noticed the faces of many of my teammates were subdued as they contemplated the two naked combatants; I thought I detected the look of jealousy on many of them.
Because Todd and I were already naked we had the shower room all to ourselves, for a few minutes anyway. We chose to shower next to each other.
“That was fun” Todd offered as water cascaded down our bodies. I agreed and immediately noticed he had sported a semi – the same as me.
“You realize of course, that players who fight have to room together on the road for the rest of the season” I said.
All he said was “Yeah, I know.” I felt disappointed he didn’t say anything else but instead turned away so his semi could deflate before the team wandered in.
Two days later the team had a road game. We arrived at the hotel and went immediately to the assigned rooms. Todd and I were to share a room with Clark and David. I hadn’t spoken to Todd since our shower together after the wrestling match and was a bit nervous. After unpacking, Clark and David made preparations to leave the hotel.
“How long are you two going to be gone?” Todd asked.
“About two hours,” David replied.
As soon as they left the room Todd walked over to the door and attached the chain lock; then he proceeded to the center of the room and, without looking at me, started to take off his clothes. I began to perspire watching him do this. When he was completely naked he got down on all fours and turned an expressionless gaze towards me.
Silently, I began to strip also. After removing the last of my clothes to match his naked state I moved behind him and contemplated his white muscular ass. I hunched down and slid my hand slowly over these mounds, and at the same time glimpsed his enormous uncut wiener dangling below a hairy ball sack. I used both hands to pry apart his butt cheeks; dark swirly hair radiated only a short distance from a pink anus so that when I released my hands his bum appeared smooth. My prick had hardened without my even touching it; curving upward it measured six and a half inches. Todd turned his head and I positioned myself to display it.
“I didn’t think it would get that long, Brad.”
“I’m a grower” I said before quickly mounting him. My cut cock glided snuggly into his velvet tightness. The pleasure of his insides attacked me in waves and I wanted to prolong it, but foolishly I reached over and grabbed his cock. It was stiff to the touch and enormously long, which excited me beyond description, so that I was near to climaxing. As my strokes increased in speed I reached down to finger and squeeze his exposed knob. This final explosion of pleasure happened so quickly I barely had time to disengage myself and scamper around to Todd’s front, where I aimed a hot load into his startled face. Then I mashed my cum into his nose and blinking eyes.
“Brad, what the hell…”
“I won the match, remember?” was all I could offer as an explanation.
To clean ourselves we bathed together, soaping each other up. When I reached for his long prick to wash I caught a look of smug pride in his eyes. All I could do was shrug. I supposed it was rude not to indulge his vanity so I asked him for a precise measurement when erect. When he told me “eight and a half” I just nodded and continued to wash his foreskin.
After a pause I was the recipient of this startling news, delivered dead pan, “Mine’s bigger than yours.”
I smiled and said: “I know Todd, I know.”
Remembering this club rule caused a brief panic in me. The obvious motive for such a match is to humiliate the participants in the eyes of their teammates. But I also became concerned that I would lose the wrestling match as well. I glanced down the bench at Todd and tried to evaluate my opponent. I noticed his backside in the shower a couple of times; he was about 5 foot ten inches with a big muscular ass. In other words, he was a worthy opponent for a slightly taller, leaner opponent like myself.
After practice when we all gathered in the locker room it quickly became apparent that my teammates thought the whole thing was a big hoot. They kept their hockey gear on as they gathered around the appointed area for the match, most of them grinning from ear to ear. The worst thing was the presence of the skinny kid who collected towels, as I definitely thought only team members should witness the match. After being ordered to strip by the team captain, Todd and I peeled off our equipment to the accompaniment of laughter and comments from the guys. An added distraction occurred when Todd flipped off his supporter to reveal a disturbingly long dark uncut prick. Oh great! When carefully and discretely checking my teammates in the shower and dry off area I had sort of concluded we were all sort of average in the cock size department, except for Collins who had a genuine whopper. But I had missed seeing Todd’s. Well, I saw it now. When my own modest sized cut wiener plopped out of hiding I caught towel kid giving it a snort of derision and I had to check an urge to throttle the guy. I also noted the team had started to divide between a pro-Todd faction and a pro-Brad faction. One unseen Todd supporter made a comment about the cock size difference on display, which his buddies found amusing. When I swirled around to give them the finger they laughed even more.
Soon Todd and I were naked from head to toe. We began to circle each other without getting close enough to get into a clinch, so that our teammates began to get impatient and started to jeer us. I wondered how we were going to initiate body contact, when suddenly Todd grabbed me by the neck in an arm lock and tossed me to the carpet. The match was on! In a remarkably small amount of time I got used to man on man naked contact. The guys started to laugh at the sight of us grappling on the floor. As my arms encircled Todd’s bare flesh and struggled for supremacy against his muscles a feeling of euphoria overcame me. The pleasure of skin contact was dampened by the requirements of athletic exertion, and yet the two sensations combined to produce a heightened state of exhilaration. Panting, we unclenched and stood up facing each other. Our respective fans cheered either Todd or myself and urged us to get back into action. We soon did, grabbing each other by the shoulders in mutual attempts at take downs. I managed to topple Todd and lay on top of him but he quickly squirmed loose and briefly got on top of me. Before I shook him loose I got the distinct feel of his cock pressed against my left ass cheek, a totally unique sensation, believe me.
As we stood up again Todd wiggled his hips so that his lengthy cock swayed obscenely in my direction and his fans erupted in cheers at this taunting. Obviously, nude wrestling involved a different set of dynamics than the ordinary sort. I lunged at my opponent’s legs and managed to lift one. I then flipped him over and threw him to the floor, quickly pinning the back of his neck with my hands. When he tried to get up my dick and balls rubbed against his lower back. I managed to hold him in this degrading position for some time: it looked like I was fucking him! My faction cheered wildly and Todd became absolutely furious; he strained wildly to escape but I rode him. For a while, at least. When he managed to break free his face betrayed a vicious fury and he attacked me instantly. We collapsed on the floor again in a series of clinches during one of which he placed his face close to my ear and whispered:
“Loser gets fucked, agreed?”
I turned to face him and simply nodded my mind a jumble of emotions. I found Todd’s challenge so disorienting that he managed to get his hands behind both my knees and expose my upturned ass to my teammates. Then, in his eagerness to repay me for degrading him he slapped me hard on my ass. It was a loud stinging blow that elicited guffaws from everyone in the room, my fans included. As he was preparing to deliver another blow I took the opportunity presented by his distraction to wiggle free.
On our knees, we clinched again and as I slid my hands up and down his bare torso I felt the hardness of his muscles at work. This was different from touching skinny flab, believe me. As we both grunted and sweated and tussled I could no longer deny that I was feeling pleasure: pleasure at the struggle, at the body contact, at seeing Todd naked. When I got on all fours I knew I was exposing my hairy butthole to my teammates, and I enjoyed that too. As Todd and I separated from another clinch I noticed that his lips were slightly upturned. It was the trace of a smile! And I realized that I probably had one too! Quickly I made eye contact with Todd and frowned to alert him to the danger, and when we resumed the fight we were both appropriately stern faced. But then the team captain signaled the end of the match by blowing a whistle as we had wrestled the allotted five minutes. Somehow I felt cheated by the brevity of the match. We were ordered to face our teammates so the captain could choose the winner. After a brief pause he raised my arm to general acclaim. I turned and faced a sweaty Todd and we both extended our arms for a handshake and as we did so our eyes locked and we nodded in mutual respect. I noticed the faces of many of my teammates were subdued as they contemplated the two naked combatants; I thought I detected the look of jealousy on many of them.
Because Todd and I were already naked we had the shower room all to ourselves, for a few minutes anyway. We chose to shower next to each other.
“That was fun” Todd offered as water cascaded down our bodies. I agreed and immediately noticed he had sported a semi – the same as me.
“You realize of course, that players who fight have to room together on the road for the rest of the season” I said.
All he said was “Yeah, I know.” I felt disappointed he didn’t say anything else but instead turned away so his semi could deflate before the team wandered in.
Two days later the team had a road game. We arrived at the hotel and went immediately to the assigned rooms. Todd and I were to share a room with Clark and David. I hadn’t spoken to Todd since our shower together after the wrestling match and was a bit nervous. After unpacking, Clark and David made preparations to leave the hotel.
“How long are you two going to be gone?” Todd asked.
“About two hours,” David replied.
As soon as they left the room Todd walked over to the door and attached the chain lock; then he proceeded to the center of the room and, without looking at me, started to take off his clothes. I began to perspire watching him do this. When he was completely naked he got down on all fours and turned an expressionless gaze towards me.
Silently, I began to strip also. After removing the last of my clothes to match his naked state I moved behind him and contemplated his white muscular ass. I hunched down and slid my hand slowly over these mounds, and at the same time glimpsed his enormous uncut wiener dangling below a hairy ball sack. I used both hands to pry apart his butt cheeks; dark swirly hair radiated only a short distance from a pink anus so that when I released my hands his bum appeared smooth. My prick had hardened without my even touching it; curving upward it measured six and a half inches. Todd turned his head and I positioned myself to display it.
“I didn’t think it would get that long, Brad.”
“I’m a grower” I said before quickly mounting him. My cut cock glided snuggly into his velvet tightness. The pleasure of his insides attacked me in waves and I wanted to prolong it, but foolishly I reached over and grabbed his cock. It was stiff to the touch and enormously long, which excited me beyond description, so that I was near to climaxing. As my strokes increased in speed I reached down to finger and squeeze his exposed knob. This final explosion of pleasure happened so quickly I barely had time to disengage myself and scamper around to Todd’s front, where I aimed a hot load into his startled face. Then I mashed my cum into his nose and blinking eyes.
“Brad, what the hell…”
“I won the match, remember?” was all I could offer as an explanation.
To clean ourselves we bathed together, soaping each other up. When I reached for his long prick to wash I caught a look of smug pride in his eyes. All I could do was shrug. I supposed it was rude not to indulge his vanity so I asked him for a precise measurement when erect. When he told me “eight and a half” I just nodded and continued to wash his foreskin.
After a pause I was the recipient of this startling news, delivered dead pan, “Mine’s bigger than yours.”
I smiled and said: “I know Todd, I know.”
