Part VII – the final part – follows. It is LOOOONG, but can be read in parts.
The story so far:
Part I: Dr. Bruce, although an eye doctor, is the only one at the arena who steps forward to help his 18-year-old tenant Trey after the junior-league hockey player took a puck to the privates. Bruce was asked to make sure the blond stud's plumbing worked. Suffice to say, it did. All eight inches of it.
Part II: The coach asked Bruce to perform physicals on four new recruits ages 18 to 20 next week, and Bruce starts fantasizing over the possibilities. Meanwhile, Bruce has a heart to heart with Trey, who's struggling with his sexuality. Then Bruce finds a spy hole into Trey's room and confirms that the kinky kid seems not to be straight as an arrow.
Part III: Dr. Bruce performs memorable physicals on four hockey players ages 18 to 20, but the patient who sticks in his mind is Brendan, a perfectly toned 5-foot-7 stud from Manitoba. Brendan agrees to have his first prostate exam, with remarkably messy results. Brendan also catches Trey's eye.
Part IV: Trey admits that his penis is in fact eight AND A HALF inches, wonders whether he might be gay, insists on getting a midnight physical from Dr. Bruce, and then insists on examining the 45-year-old doctor who had let two or three years elapse since his last rectal exam.
Part V: Dr. Bruce finds Trey's spent condom and masturbates with it and then gets some sweet revenge on Cody, the 22-year-old who felt up Trey in bed. Then Brendan comes to stay the night, tells Bruce he probably doesn't like girls, and then takes care of his morning erection as Bruce watches from the spy hole.
Part VI: Trey's mom, Diane, says she wouldn't mind having a gay son. Bruce, meanwhile, did not mind giving and receiving oral sex from Peter, the 25-year-old hunk of an assistant coach. Nor did Bruce mind working out at the arena and showering up with Trey and Brendan.
Now, Part VII:
On the third night of the Blazers' road trip, Trey called me after the second period, exasperated. He said he had been slightly injured in the game and had just gotten out of the shower and was sitting out the third period. I said was sorry I had missed it. The shower, I mean.
I was trying to cheer him up. "Did your plumbing get hurt again?"
Trey laughed. "You wish, Bruce!"
"I'd never wish injury on you, Trey."
"I just fell on my shoulder. I'll be fine."
"How's Brendan?"
"He's not getting much playing time. I think he's sort of disappointed, but geez, he just got here."
"You guys roommates, or anything?"
"No, Brendan is stuck with Coach Richards and Peter, if you can believe that. New guy gets to room with the coaches, probably so they can keep an eye on him."
"I'm sure Peter is doing just that."
"Did you hear Brendan is supposed to be staying with Richards when we're back in town? For the rest of the season, actually."
"That's what I understand."
"I have a feeling Brendan doesn't want to live with the coach. In fact, I know so. Coach's wife is sort of, sort of ... weird."
"I see."
"Hey, Bruce, would you mind if Brendan crashed at our place -- I mean, your house -- till we, ah, he can figure something else out?"
I tried to contain my excitement and thought I'd torment my smart sexy tenant, just a little bit. "Are you going to pay more in rent, Trey?"
"Well, I can if I--"
"Trey, I'm kidding. Of course Brendan can stay. My couch is his couch."
"Or maybe he can share my room."
"Or maybe he can share your room, Trey. That would be your decision. Just remember this, buddy. It's good to be friends first."
"What're you saying?"
"I think you know what I'm saying, Trey."
Trey was silent. I could tell he was thinking.
* * *
Three nights later, the team bus pulled up around 9:00. I felt warmth all over. And I mean all over. My heart was happy to see Trey's blond curls and Brendan's white teeth. And my loins were happy to see that Trey -- interestingly -- was wearing pretty tight-fitting khaki Dockers and that Brendan -- even more interestingly -- had gotten his ears pierced and was wearing a quite stylish beaded necklace as well as Levi's 501s. The young men approached me walking side by side, and I could tell that they were friends and had bonded on the trip. Trey punched my shoulder while Brendan surprised me by giving me a guy hug. I teasingly shoved at Trey, returned Brendan's embrace, and then tugged at the farm kid's right earlobe.
"Trip to the mall," he explained. "You know."
Trey snickered, but I stopped him in his tracks to observe that Brendan apparently was not alone in having made mall purchases, and that those new flat-front pants, were, um, not leaving everything to the imagination.
Trey blushed as I continued to tease. "OK, girls, into the car. Sorry, mall's closed, so we're going straight home." Brendan played along, using a sissy voice to say that he had wanted a Cinnabon -- "SSSSSIN-a-bun" is how it came out. Trey just rolled his eyes.
As the 18-year-old hockey players grabbed their gear and headed for my idling Accord, I took up the rear and practically salivated at how Brendan's ass filled out the faded-denim 501s. Trey's ass looked nice in the khakis, too, but Brendan, man! And to think, I had had my finger up both of those butts to examine their perfect little prostates!
I could tell that my two young friends were exhilarated by their deepening relationship, but also that they were bushed. Trey took the front seat and the back, and as I looked in the rearview mirror I saw the farm kid give a big yawn. Still, even in his sleepy state, he remembered his manners and thanked me for letting him stay at my house. "I was getting sort of tired sleeping with Coach. Well, not SLEEPING with him, but-- um, you know what I mean. Actually, it was Peter who I--"
"Brendan, you don't have to explain. I understand, and I'm glad to have you around. Anyway, about the road trip, decent job. Two and two. Not bad."
Trey agreed and shared that Brendan had gotten more playing time toward the end, but Brendan stayed silent. I could tell from the mirror that his eyes were closed. He was a tired little hockey player. Sexy as hell, but tired.
"My shoulder's still bothering me, Bruce. But it's a blessing in disguise."
"Why's that?"
"Coach put me on the fourth line. I needed a rest. Sorta tired. Been so darn busy, with mom and Trevor in town, and work, you know."
"Makes sense."
" Being on the road that long, on a schedule, no time to yourself ... you get sort of restless, sort of pent up, you know? Almost made me want to throw myself in front of a puck so I had an excuse to put the plumbing into action, if you know what I mean."
I glanced at Brendan, but he was silent.
"But Bruce, we've got tomorrow off. Totally off! A Saturday free! Can you believe it?"
With that, Brendan came to life. "Say, Bruce, we were talking, me and Trey ..."
"Trey and I, Brendan. Trey and I."
"Shut up, dork. Anyway, we were talking, and, um, you've done so much for both of us ..."
"OK ..."
"And in return for letting me stay ..."
"Yeah? ..."
"Would you like to, um, learn a few things from us?"
I felt preseminal fluid nearing my boxers. "What do you have to teach me, Brendan?"
"Hockey."
And then I got dry.
"Hockey?! Me?!"
"We were thinking, um, that maybe tomorrow, since it's an off day, we could take you to that rink, the outdoor rink, and show you a few things."
"Well, guys, I--"
But then Trey chimed in to save the day. "And then we thought maybe you could get us in the Y. Do some weights, relax, maybe hit the pool. You and Brendan could show me some strokes."
"Sure, Trey."
As we pulled into the garage, I concluded that a couple hours of humiliation on the ice would be worth a trip to the Y and its in-locker-room whirlpool, steam room, and sauna. As we tumbled out of the car, I closed the garage door and took a duffel bag for each hockey player and let them lug out their gear. "Guys, why don't you leave the pads in the garage. Let it air out. The gear is probably pretty gross."
Trey agreed that the road trip had been long and that his breezers and other gear stunk to high heaven. As the boys both bent down to air out the pads in their big hockey-gear bags, I saw that Brendan's 501s had a 31-inch waist and 30-inch inseam, and I then crossed in front of the young man to take pleasure in the way the jeans fit just tightly enough so I could see some -- but just a hint -- of his 4-inch flaccid penis and his perfectly proportioned testicles. As for Trey, I almost melted when he bent down to attend to his gear and I caught sight of how his six-inch flaccid penis snaked down the right leg of his Dockers and how even the outline of his left nut could be seen.
The guys threw their duffels by the back door and headed straight for the couch, tired from a day of bus riding. Trey sat with his arms behind his head and his ankles crossed while Brendan sat next to him with his knees pretty far apart. With Trey's legs in that position, his bulge was beyond obvious. Brendan, meanwhile, was putting on a tantalizing crotch show too as the denim bulged in just the right places.
After I said I'd turn on the oven so we could throw in some pizzas, Trey leaned back to stretch which gave me opportunity to spy at his belly button and the beginnings of a treasure trail. And there was no mistaking that Brendan was checking out Trey's crotch too. Then, at the end of the stretch, Trey squeezed his buddy's neck. Brendan said that it felt good, that he had taken one too many falls to the ice. Then Trey sat up and began giving his friend a neck and shoulder rub. I just stood back to watch.
"Hey, Brendan, why don't you lie on your front. I'll massage out the tension."
"Really? Hey, thanks bud."
As Brendan flipped over to lie on his tummy, his butt looked beyond fine in those 31-30 501s. Within seconds, Trey placed his knees on each side of his friend's torso and began the massage -- first the neck, then the shoulders. I thought I'd give the boys some privacy, let them get their juices flowing, but when I came back three minutes later I saw Trey peeling himself from his snoring friend. Poor Trey. The lump protruding from hung hockey player's flat-front Dockers was beyond noticeable.
"Oooooh, Bruce!"
"Shhh, Trey. Your buddy's sleeping."
Trey walked toward me in the kitchen and spoke with barely a whisper.
"Bruce?"
"Yes, Trey."
"I am SO HOT for Brendan."
"I know you are, Trey. And you two haven't done anything yet?"
"Not other than talk, pretty much on the bus. But we had to keep it down. We've been trying to keep it quiet."
"He's hot for you, too?"
"Oh yeah! But he’s, ah, sort of like you, Bruce. He’s been with girls. Told me so. I mean, he’s actually done it with a girl! So, I'm not sure, because I’m not sure that he’s sure. You know?”
“I know, Trey.”
"Man! Look at that ASS!"
"You want any pizza?"
"No. I think I'm just going to sleep out here, with Brendan."
"That'd be nice."
"Tomorrow's another day."
"Yes, Trey, tomorrow's another day."
Trey and the oven were both preheated. As the night turned into morning, that changed and nothing cooked on Friday night.
* * *
I fell asleep in the Lay-Z-Boy, and when I woke up at 7:00, both young men were out cold and still fully dressed.
I let them sleep till 9, at which time they said they were glad I had awakened them because we had a big day ahead of us. Brendan threw in a load of laundry and then joined Trey and me for some cereal. Then the young men retired to Trey's room to change. I urged them that time was of the essence -- don't dilly dally. Thankfully, they listened, and Brendan emerged in a sporty practice jersey, black nylon pants with white stripes, his bead necklace, and small studs in his ears. He did not take a shower but instead wetted down his hair and applied gel that made the black curls stand out. Trey, though, had barely combed out his bedhead and emerged from his room in those damn loose-fitting maroon sweats and a sweatshirt from, what, junior high? The ensemble made him look buff above the waist (which, to be honest, he wasn't) but like a slacker below the belt (which, of course, was not true).
The scene on the ice was beyond comical. While the guys proved themselves to be natural-born masters of their craft, just lacing up my skates was an ordeal. Brendan took charge of my left foot while Trey tackled the right. I, meanwhile, was most interested in getting glimpses of two hockey-player crotches. Brendan's sporty pants were not exactly loose-fitting and may have been a size too small, so one would have gotten the impression that it was he who packed the more impressive meat and not the hung stud to my right who might make an elephant blush.
Then I put my left arm around Brendan and my right around Trey, and off to the ice – and, within seconds, onto the ice -- I went. When Trey let go, I fell immediately because Brendan's little frame wasn't enough to steady me and ended up spending most of the morning on my butt. Eventually I just gave up and watched the sporty studs shoot wrist shots with precision and lock and load slapshot after slapshot. Finally, after two hours, we -- well, they -- were done. Their curls were drenched in sweat, but I was cold as a rock. Only the thought of the Y and Trey and Brendan in it had kept me going.
We grabbed some burgers and chili at Wendy's and then made it to the workout center's parking lot by 1:30. It was a sunny day and spring was nearing, so the place was not jammed because pent-up Canadians were just beginning to rediscover the outdoors. Brendan and I had brought gym bags, but Trey had brought just himself. When I reminded him that swimming was part of the plan, Trey looked apologetic until I told him I had an extra suit.
Trey sat on a bench as Brendan stripped off his jersey and long-sleeve t-shirt to reveal his marvelous little torso with just a hint of black hair between his decently developed pecs. It was pretty apparent that Trey was watching too and that Brendan knew it. The littler guy's next step was not to put on a t-shirt but rather to get naked and put his perfect 4-inch penis and freshly trimmed set of jet-black pubes on public display. He lingered confidently for more time that was necessary, and Trey's response was to position his right leg on the bench to untie and tie his shoe for no apparent reason so he could get a good glimpse. Finally Brendan put on a pair of briefs and mesh shorts that, regrettably, went almost to his knees. Neither hockey player seemed to notice that my workout gear included a navy blue t-shirt and way-above-the-knee red cotton shorts, basically what I had worn to seventh-grade gym.
When we got to the weight room, Cody, the "straight" backup goalie who had groped Trey and whose crotch I had massaged to the point of orgasm, was there. His eyes went right to Trey -- first his face, then his crotch, then back to his face. Then Cody saw me and made a beeline for the back door.
I read the paper on the stairmaster and pretty much let Trey and Brendan have time with the weights by themselves until they were ready to swim. Back in the locker room, Brendan again stripped naked before peeling on a pair of tight-fitting Tyr swim shorts, the now-popular kind that stretch close to the guy's knees. I had to admit: the trunks did wonders for the little guy's ass but did barely anything to highlight his pleasurable package.
It was true that I had an extra suit and it was also true that Trey and I happened to have the same waist size -- 34 -- even though he was about two inches taller and his waist was made of muscle and not fat. One of my swimsuits was the popular, baggy kind; the other was a European-cut bikini-type Speedo I had purchased at a duty-free shop at the Heathrow airport a few years back.
"These? Bruce, really-- Can’t I--?"
"Well, we're going swimming, aren't we?"
"But these are--"
"Yes, they have two openings, one for each of your legs. I teasingly touched my young tenant's right hamstring and knew within a minute I'd see him struggle to fit everything inside the tiny garment.
"And I'm pretty--"
"Yes you are pretty, Trey."
I heard a nasal snicker from Brendan, who clearly was relishing both the state of Trey's distress and the impending state of his undress, not to mention what the hung stud would look like in the skimpy garment I had handed him.
The locker room was pretty empty so I had few reservations about watching Trey slip out of his sweats and tightie whities (where had those come from?) to become buck naked in front of us. The soft cotton of the white briefs must have offered a pleasuring caress to the 18-year-old hockey player's testicles because on this day his biggish balls were hanging in particularly good fashion and the teen's penis was on the fluffed up side, too. I almost creamed in my workout shorts as I watched the naked, muscular stud hold my Speedos to figure out how all that was going to fit in there. Like a good soldier, slowly but surely he strapped them on -- but with his back to us. When Trey turned around, he concealed his crotch with his hands.
"Oh, Trey, good lord."
"What, Bruce? Can you see it?"
"Trey, for heaven's sake, drop your hands and stop acting like a baby."
He did, and then it was readily apparent that Trey had done the best he could. The Speedo's little pouch was preoccupied with playing host to the 18-year-old's large testicles and was no match for his six inches of flaccidness, which seemed to be growing by the second along the stud's right thigh.
Then Brendan chimed in. "Well," he said, "two heads are better than one, and if you're drowning, you won't need a life ring around your waist at least."
I couldn't stand it! I threw myself against the locker and laughed as hard as I had in months, maybe years. When I turned back around, Brendan was practically crying and Trey was standing with his hands on his hips and blushing like a naughty boy.
"Very funny guys. Ha ha. Where's the pool?"
Brendan grabbed some goggles out of his gym bag and led the way toward the showers, with Mr. Fig Leaf following behind. By the time I had made it to the showers, they were already done wetting down their hair and the hockey players were on the way to the pool. I caught up with them just as Brendan had completed a perfect underwater turn and was beginning yet another lap. Trey, meanwhile, was in the shallow end with his forearms parallel to the water, wearing a facial expression suggesting that his 98.6-degree genitalia did not like 81-degree water.
"Oh, Trey, dive under! Get wet! You'll feel warmer."
"Bbbbutttt it's cold ..."
"Oh good lord. You do know how to swim, don't you?" That thought hadn't crossed my mind till now.
"Yes! Geez!"
I did a shallow dive and swam underwater toward my hunky tenant, bear hugged his lower half, and dragged him straight under as I heard a yelp and relished the feel of smooth and wet 18-year-old skin. For once I had gotten the better of Mr. Talented, but as the natural-born athlete got his bearings, he got the best of me by pressing his feet into my chest, giving me a heave-ho, and sending my already sore butt to the bottom of the pool. When I came up for air, Trey was coughing chlorined water out of his lungs. Then we did what guys do. We called a truce.
At that point, Brendan swam over and peeled off his goggles to see what was up. His green eyes were invigorated by the good swim, and he looked absolutely delicious as his hair curled and pool water dripped from his chin and borderline Italian nose. But the farm boy's dimpled smile gave way when he saw Trey wasn't having the most pleasurable of afternoons.
"You OK, Trey?"
"I'm fine. Just a fish out of water, I guess."
"Try again, Trey," I joked. "That saying doesn't work here."
Brendan visually scolded me to signal that there had been enough teasing of Trey, so I waded toward the laps area to give the boys some privacy. After I had gone up and back twice, I saw that the young men were making their way to the lane toward me. Almost immediately, Brendan started giving his taller friend basic swimming lessons. I pulled myself out of the pool and sat on the ledge to take in the sights and sounds.
"See, like this, Trey." Trey's feet were on the pool's floor, and Brendan had the novice bent 90 degrees so he could demonstrate by manipulating my tenant's arms and legs. Trey, it seemed, was getting more comfortable with the water, with wearing a skimpy Speedo, and with having Brendan’s little hands all over his basically naked body.
"Yes, that's better, bud. Good! Now try it."
Trey took his feet from the floor and started down the lane with decent form, with Brendan alongside doing an almost effortless stroke.
I took a few more laps, and when I paused on the side of the pool I looked up to the glassed-in gallery above and there was Cody -- peering, leering really, at Trey. The goalie was in street clothes with a backpack on his shoulder, and within 30 seconds a hot blonde woman came up behind, hugged his waist, drew him away from the window, and presumably to the parking lot.
I took about ten more laps over the next 20 minutes, and when I took a break Brendan and Trey did too. The black-haired hockey player lifted his butt effortlessly onto the ledge, and Trey struggled slightly to learn the way of lifting out of the pool. The chlorine had whetted my appetite for eye-level hockey player crotch, so I slid into the water and took stock of the panting hockey players.
Brendan's breaths were slow and deep, and his small but strong pecs and biceps had been pumped up by the variety of strokes he had used. Water pooled right near the tiny amount of black chest hair he had developed, and from this angle I appreciated how Brendan was developing a nice treasure trail. I recalled the first time I had touched those muscular hockey-player thighs, which now sat confidently apart in a way that put the young man's crotch on full display.
Trey, thankfully, was back to his old uninhibited self. The well-hung hockey player was giving me quite a show as he let his knee brush against Brendan's and spread his legs in a way that left little to the imagination. His testicles were absolutely bulging from my bikini suit, and his penis -- though probably shriveled somewhat from the 81-degree water -- was snaking its way toward his right hip.
After 15 minutes more of laps, we concurred that it was time to relax. The chlorine had made me hornier than hell, and I was in the mood for some locker-room warmth. The Y's facilities are among the most perfect I've seen for such purposes. A whirlpool sits just outside the pool entry. Beyond that is a steam room, next to which is a dry sauna -- both of which have fairly large windows that overlook the shower room across the way. The shower room has four clusters of five-headed shower posts, which means 20 guys can shower at once. On this nice Saturday, it was pretty empty, but during the busy lunch hour there can be a wait.
The swimsuit-wearing hockey players headed straight for the whirlpool and I followed right behind. They were positioned with their backs to the main part of the lockerrom, and I sat across from them perhaps eight feet. An older gentleman was reading a Macleans on the far end but high-tailed his naked ass out of water when he saw that we were noisy and would outnumber him.
It was clear that neither Brendan nor Trey had been in a lockerroom whirlpool before, and they were clearly surprised to see the old guy wearing no suit. They looked at each other with a "are we supposed to do that too?," and once I tossed my suit on the ledge, they did as well.
The naked hockey players were right across from me, and as they closed their eyes, I eyed them. Brendan's Adam's apple protruded when he put his head back, and Trey's cute little chin looked bigger from this angle. I gently touched my naked penis and tugged at my balls, which were relishing the hot water.
After about three minutes, I sat on the edge with hopes that the 18-year-olds would do the same. My heart raced as Brendan lifted himself from the hot water, fluffed up himself, and hunched over a little bit to not be too obvious. Seconds later, Trey lifted out too and, unlike Brendan, put his hands flat behind him so that his dripping, hot crotch was on full display. Brendan glanced several times at his big-dicked friend and pulled at his penis a few times to make it stretch as long as possible. He, of course, was no match for Trey in that department, and never could be, but there was no mistaking that Trey thought Brendan and his package were both beautiful.
I lingered on the edge until I felt a full woody coming on and then climbed back into the water after claiming I could not hear the discussion. Brendan was becoming more confident sitting next to his well-endowed friend. The smaller young man's perfectly circumcised penis stood out more than it laid down and tended to curve to the right. His scrotum, while not that of a low-hanging man, was enjoying the hot whirlpool and had developed that marvelous crinkly look that guys that age tend to get and that lets each testicle be seen for what it is worth. Wet, black hair laid enticingly above his penis and on his scrotum, and it seemed likely that the 18-year-old was going to have a hairy chest. Eventually. But not yet.
Smooth-chested Trey, meanwhile, was as amazing as I had ever seen him. Water trickled down his toned torso, which seemed to glisten under the flourescent light. His untrimmed bush had been wetted down in a way that made him look exceptionally large, and the last inch of his penis would have drooped onto the whirlpool's ledge were it not for large sac of testicles that, despite their appetizing sag onto the whirlpool's ledge, offered support for the glistening tube. The organ's head was red from the warmth of the water, which also had seemed to intensify the pattern of veins even though Trey was basically flaccid.
I stood up enough to reveal to the young men that I had gotten an erection. Trey did not see it, but Brendan did, and he seemed startled at first and shot me an "is this OK here?" look. I shrugged as if to say, "can't help it," and then Brendan shifted his gaze to look at Trey's somewhat reclined torso and what was below. My eyes went from Brendan's eyes to his penis because I knew what was coming next. The 18-year-old hockey player bent over as before and turned himself just a touch from Trey as his penis lifted along his right thigh. When Trey leaned back a little more, Brendan couldn't stand it anymore, and he had no control over his penis head wanting to pay a visit to his navel.
Trey, still flaccid, then sat up and looked at Brendan. When he saw the young man's erection, he fixated on it for just a second to take a mental snapshot of its length and reddening head. Then the blond beauty looked at me with a look of "is this OK?" So I moved to Trey's side and put one of my feet on the seat to make it painfully obvious that now HE was not the only one not hard.
Unfortunately, just then, the old guy returned. I shielded Trey while Brendan astutely plopped into the water. Trey did the same, and Brendan and I then grinned at each other while Trey seemed disappointed that he had not been able to join us in the shows of erections.
I proposed a solution.
"Let's hit the steam, guys." The old guy seemed relieved as I led the hockey players out of the whirlpool toward the steam room that was immediately adjacent. Unfortunately, the stack of towels had not run out on this uncrowded day so I followed club protocol by grabbing one and the guys did too. The steam was about to come on so it was easy to see, and there, to my surprise, was Cody, the backup goalie who a half-hour later was dressed and heading for the parking lot with a girl around his waist.
"C-Cody?" Trey saw him before Brendan. "Is that you?"
"Whoa? Who's there? I recognize the voice, is it-- Ryan?"
Clearly, Cody had not been an actor in high school. He could see clear as day. I should know. I'm an eye doctor.
"No, Cody, it's Trey. And Brendan. What's up, dude?"
Brendan weighed in with a "hey" and was clearly disappointed to have an intruder, particularly one from the team. Trey, unfortunately, kept the conversation going. "I didn't know you belonged to the Y, Cody."
"Yeah. Do some weights, hit the treadmill, particularly when it's icy outside. You know. Lady likes me buffed up."
"Sure."
"Cody. Dr. Silverman. Good to see you."
"Well, ah, hi--"
"So, Cody, how's the groin?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Last time I saw you, you were dealing with a groin strain. Doing better?"
"Yes, thanks."
"Have you put anything on it? Any ointment, or cream?"
With that, Cody informed us that the dry sauna was more to his liking, and finally we were alone. I sat with the steam room's entry to my right. The 18-year-olds were across from me. As the steam came on, I laid my towel flat and put my naked body flat on top of it. Brendan, assuming that towels were therefore the exception and not the rule, spread out his towel and sat on it and Trey then did the same. As the steam clouded my view, I closed my eyes to think about what might be happening. The steam went off after about a minute, and a minute after that I sat back up to see that Brendan had turned sideways and put his feet flat on the bench and Trey had closed his eyes to give his buddy license to thoroughly scrutinize the erect penis and head that now was resting an inch above his navel. From my position, I could see that Brendan was lightly touching the bottom of his testicles. His penis, most likely, was pointing toward his abs.
Then Trey opened his eyes, saw me watching Brendan, and confirmed his buddy's state of arousal. Trey rose, instinctively put the towel around his backside, and turned so that I had a side view of his eight-and-a-half inches so Brendan could look straight on. The sounds of dripping water were interrupted by Brendan's very soft moan, and I could hear that the little hockey player had begun jacking his six-inch erection. Trey, meanwhile, touched only his towel but began thrusting his hips very slightly.
Just as I was going to suggest that this was not the best place for their first suck, the door! The entrant saw Trey's backside and no one and nothing else. Thankfully, my intellectually gifted but sometimes not-very-street-smart young tenant wrapped the towel around his torso and shielded Brendan until the littler hockey player could get himself into acceptable position. I, of course, was completely hard during the escapade and also on full display, but the entrant -- a man perhaps my age, and at least 30 pounds overweight -- did not see me until I was concealed as well. After a minute or so, I headed for the shower and the guys did the same.
I made a beeline for the cluster of shower heads at the far end of the room where the lone bars of soap were located. I took the side with a view of the entrance, and after turning on the spray I hung my swimsuit on the knob and wondered what might happen. Since I had the only soap, my companions had no choice but to join me. The sight of two naked, perfectly toned, 18-year-old hockey players walking toward me and then standing in front of me completely naked was astounding—all the more astounding when I realized they wanted each other. Badly. Brendan, still half hard, was to my left and Trey, surprisingly flaccid, to my right.
Brendan took way longer than necessary with his face in the spray, giving both Trey and me license to drink in every last detail of his naked frame. Finally, he opened his eyes to confirm that he had an audience and then turned 180 degrees to tease us with a butt toned from hours of skating, running, and swimming. As Trey stood under the spray, the water slid effortlessly around his groin and onto his six-inch flaccid penis that dripped, like the water, onto a sac of beautiful balls.
When Brendan grabbed the soap and started sudsing his pits, I put on my suit and the young man seemed to instinctively understand why. Brendan then stepped out of the spray to soap up his chest and his abs and looked to make sure we were still watching. Next he caressed his crotch with the bar of soap, spread a few of the suds on his legs, and handed the bar to Trey. Brendan looked at his friend's eyes much longer than
he needed to, and Trey broke the stare by gazing instead on Brendan's sudsy frontal nudity and forgot all about washing himself. Brendan's penis was probably just under five inches at this point, and he began cleaning the organ as if he was an uncircumcised young man. Then, he palmed himself about eight times.
"Hey, Bruce, you know during my exam?"
"Yes?"
"You said the shower was the best place to, ah, check yourself?"
"Did I say that?"
"I think so. Anyway, am I doing it right?"
Brendan took a step toward me as he massaged his right ball.
"Yes, Brendan, that's it, good. Feel anything unusual? Anything hard?"
"Only what's developing above it, but you said that's not unusual, right?"
"That's true, Brendan, but don't get so carried away you forget the left."
As Brendan checked his scrotum's other brother, the hockey player's six-inch erection again returned and assumed a position almost tight against his lightly haired belly. The farm boy's organ throbbed toward his belly with each beat of his heart as I confirmed that he was doing things just fine.
"I don't know. I might feel something on this one. Trey, you said you're thinking about med school, what do you think?" Brendan then turned toward his big-dicked friend who -- I can't believe I'm saying this -- I had almost forgotten was there. When Trey took a step toward his soapy friend, it was beyond obvious that he had been pleasuring himself the whole time. Trey looked at Brendan with an "are you sure?" look and repositioned his hand from himself to his littler buddy's soapy scrotum, which he palpated in a way almost suggesting he actually did want to make sure his friend had no hard bumps other than the elongation throbbing above the hung hockey player's hand.
"Feels fine, um, good actually. Wow! SHIT!"
Just then, the old and middle-aged guy entered the shower room at the same time. They saw only the hockey players' backsides and me wearing a baggy swimsuit.
"Hey, some other guys just came in, and I bet they’d like some soap? Trey, why don’t you hand some to me.”
My 18-year-old shower mates got the message and proceeded to put their minds on slap-shot technique, shoveling snow, or whatever they had to to make what was hard would turn soft. Trey, actually, had not even begun to suds himself up, nor had I. But I delivered the bar to the two gentlemen anyway.
As Brendan rinsed off his front, the soap caressed his perfect body from his strong shoulders, between his lightly haired pecs, across his abs, and on either side of his crotch. As his penis returned to its flaccid state, sudsy water dripped enticingly from its four inches as well as the scrotum that was pretty tight against his little body. Trey, meanwhile, seemed interested in a quick shower, undoubtedly unsure whether he could control his impossible-to-miss eight-and-a-half erection.
Brendan tossed the soap toward me, and I missed. When Brendan went to retrieve it, he positioned himself with his butt toward us and leaned almost right over the bar. He spread his legs at almost shoulder width, bent all the way over, and announced to the shower room that he was disappointed to learn, and quite concerned, that some fungus was appearing between the toes on his left foot and -- doggone it! -- over here on the right one too!
Trey had to look away, but I could not. I took a step back and almost came in my swimsuit when Brendan provided me with a perfect view of a sudsy and increasingly hairy anus and a penis head that from this vantage point hung deliciously over a soaped-up scrotum where the left testicle dangled quite a bit lower than the right. I mentally packed away that image and marveled at how great ballsacs look on the backs of trim, fit athletes.
Then kinky little Brendan kneeled down so his butt was almost on the shower floor to pretend to get a better look at his feet. "I think I've got some powder at home. Hope so." The old guy was oblivious, but the middle-aged guy with a wedding ring could not help but look right into Brendan's marvelous crotch. He lingered way too long and then caught my eye and gave a look in recognition that he was a straight guy who had been busted in the Y shower.
Then Brendan stood back up, washed the soap out of his crotch, and headed for his towel. Trey, who had not touched the soap, trailed behind. I was completely soft, so I slipped off my suit and took a decent shower before meeting the young men at the lockers. When I arrived, a 30-something guy also was there, and Brendan was standing in fresh boxers and Trey in his sweats. We nonchalantly talked about our hockey play during the morning, Trey's time with the weights, and Brendan's nice swimming stroke as if we were just three guys -- three normal guys.
But in the car, Brendan made it clear that he, quite normally, was extremely horny. He further made it clear that he, quite normally, wanted Trey to help him do something about that, and that since it was my house, he, quite normally in his mind, intended for me to help play host.
* * *
Trey, Brendan, and I barely conversed as we drove home from our time at the Y. We were horny, we knew it, and there was little else for a guy to say. The one question I asked was one I felt I had to ask: Had either young man ever had unprotected sex before? They knew why I was asking, and they were refreshingly forthcoming. Trey confirmed what I thought: that he had never had sex with a male or female before. Brendan confirmed what Trey had alluded to: that he had had sex with the same girl – twice, in fact -- but assured me he had used a condom both times. Other than that, he had just jacked off with his Brady several times.
It had been a couple days since I had had an orgasm, but I knew for a fact that it had been nearly a week for each of the two 18-year-old studs. I figured they'd probably cum quickly, but given their age and week-long lack of stimulation could and would come again. And again. And maybe again.
It was just after 4 when I pulled the Accord into the garage where the scent of the young men's sweaty hockey gear was almost overwhelming. There was no question that there would be more sweat, and very soon. Entering my home with the anticipation of sexually experiencing the two 18-year-old hockey players was almost beyond belief.
We kicked off our shoes at the door and almost instinctively headed for my room. There was no doubt that the two young men wanted to have sex and that they wanted me involved. Trey and I had experienced so much -- the impromptu and improbable exam in the training room when I made sure his plumbing worked, the more-recent follow-up adult exam in his room, the role playing of him as doctor and me as patient, the incredible sensation of having him feed me his semen at the same time he ate mine. And then there was Brendan, the farm kid who I got to examine during his try-out physical, who got cut from the team but then came back, who had just returned from the long road trip with two pierced ears and a little beaded necklace. I thought about how I had looked forward to his training-room exam more than any of the others, how the polite and smiling 18-year-old had showered and then waited for his physical while wearing only a towel, how he was so comfortable with his perfectly proportioned naked body, how he agreed to have his first rectal examination.
Trey stood at the end of the bed, locked his blue eyes into mine, and removed his sweatshirt to reveal his hairless and nicely toned bare torso. I could not believe what was happening.
"Bruce, please ..."
I approached Trey and did what I had never done to him before -- I kissed him, on his left pec. Then I lightly bit his left nipple and did the same with the right. He smelled and tasted like every bit of the athlete he was. The sensation of young male sweat mixed with
chlorine was intoxicating, and as I lifted my head from his chest the blond hockey player looked at me with anticipation. I ran my finger between Trey's pecs, to his abs, into his navel, and then to the top of his sweats. By then, the tent in his fleece was huge, and I confirmed his hardness by touching and then massaging the upper half of his erection through the warm garment.
And then, with the hockey player still standing, I put my thumbs in either side of his sweats and began to pull them down. In a flash, I recalled the first time I had seen Trey's penis, when we were in the training room and he was too injured to remove his jock for himself. At that time, his six inches was limp. Now, unmistakably, the eight-and-a-half inches was not. As the waistband got caught on the athlete’s erection, Trey helped get the garment over the hump so I could bring the sweats to his knees. Then the hockey defenseman reclined to put his tremendous genitalia on full display. The sight was utterly amazing. Trey's erection pulsated with the anticipation that further stimulation was imminent. The young man's large testicles were dangling as they usually did, and the fact that he was still not completely naked -- that the sweats were still at his knees -- made Trey's display all the more arousing.
But I wanted Trey nude before I put my mouth to his penis for the first time. As I peeled the sweats from his body, I watched his testicles dance in their supple scrotum and then leaned over the naked 18-year-old to begin my oral exploration. Trey pushed me away and told me to get naked first. I turned to comply, and when I did, I noticed that Brendan was just stepping out of his boxers and also was completely hard, his six-inch erection curving slightly to the right and almost tight against the healthy 18-year-old's slightly hairy belly.
But this moment was all about Trey. Once I had disrobed, I again leaned over the blond 18-year-old hockey defenseman, who dropped his right hand from his penis and positioned himself so that his legs were spread wide, his butt was on the edge of the bed, and his feet hovering over the floor. I stood between Trey's legs and caressed the sides of his torso and hips that were so strong from the countless strides of skating forward and backward, forward and backward, as a defenseman must do all night long. As he seemed pleased that he had made me so hard, Trey's penis jumped and precum oozed onto his belly well above his navel. I bent down to lick it up and then ran my tongue across his abs to his pecs to his neck. As I bit him just under the chin, Trey moaned as I had never heard him moan before.
And then, finally, I got on my knees and put my face directly in front of Trey's eight-and-a-half-inch penis, took a close look, closed my eyes, and placed the tip of my tongue on the center of the 18-year-old's erectile tissue. I ran my tongue slowly up the thick shaft and opened my eyes when I reached the base of his head. It was purple, and pulsating, and oozing precum. I kissed his head very lightly and then returned my tongue to the very base of his penis to begin the first of four eight-second trips to the top, the first two of which culminated with Trey's sexual shudders. Then I moved to his luscious scrotum where I teased the spot between his dangling balls as I dug my nose into his penis, and then moved my tongue to the region where the sac met his thigh. Trey tasted of crotch sweat and chlorine. The hockey player had not had opportunity to clean very well in the shower, and for that, at that moment, I was glad.
At that point, Brendan positioned himself on his knees at the foot of the bed and faced the sex scene. In response, Trey scooted up so his face was directly under the black-haired 18-year-old's scrotum. Then Trey reached up to caress Brendan's balls and then his erection all while receiving oral sex from me.
I changed positions to lay to Trey's left and laid my right cheek on his chest. This, I thought, is what it would look like to have an eight-and-a-half-inch penis! From this view, the head was immense and I quickly sized up whether it would fit in my mouth. I bent toward the top of the 18-year-old's erect penis, finally touched it and steadied the shaft with my left hand, took a lick of his pee slit, and the encircled the head with my gaping mouth.
"SUCK it Bruce -- YESSSS!"
Trey had just confirmed in the car that no other person's mouth (besides his own) had ever touched his lovely penis. I was his first. I took in the first two inches and tongued the top of his head as I ever so lightly ran my fingers on his penis' underside. I bit him very lightly, which caused Trey to jerk slightly until he realized I would not hurt him, at least not in a way that caused unpleasant pain. Trey's thighs relaxed as he removed his right hand from Brendan's hardon and put both hands on my head and began rocking his hips. I took about another inch before moving his penis into my right cheek and then massaged his head through my mouth's skin as I had seen him do to himself during his self-suck in his room. Then I centered his erection back in my mouth and took the teen as deeply as I could.
"Uuuuohhhh!"
Trey had never felt anything like that before -- and to be honest, neither had I. I could only get about half of his penis into my mouth, so I wrapped my thumb and first two fingers around the soft skin on the lower half and massaged it firmly as I sucked what I could of Trey's eight-inch-plus erection. The taste was of sweet precum mixed with chlorine mixed with musky sweat. Trey massaged each of his balls as Brendan lowered himself onto his shins so that his angled erection was pressing into the top of Trey's scalp. Then Brendan began massaging the very top of Trey's arms and down to his biceps as the black-haired 18-year-old masturbated his penis against Trey's blond curls.
Brendan was loving Trey's muscles. "Oh my God, Trey, you feel GOOD! So strong. Ooh." The combination of Brendan's massage and my blowjob brought out the animal side in Trey -- a side I had seen as a hockey fan, doctor, and voyeur but had never experienced as a sexual participant. With each thrust, I had to slide my cheek along Trey's hairless abdomen for fear that the aggressive hockey player would choke me with his erection. Unfortunately, from this angle, I could not see the undoubtedly aggressive look on his face.
"Mmmmmpf. Mmmmmpf. Mmmmmpf."
With each thrust into my mouth, Trey grunted with young adult sexual pleasure. I knew he had excellent control over his ejaculation, particularly for a person of his age, but I nevertheless was careful not to do anything that would make him cum too quickly. I removed his penis from my mouth and watched it glisten in the afternoon daylight. The sight also caught the fancy of Brendan, who I saw lowered his ballsac onto Trey's willing mouth. Then I wrapped my right fist around the lower half of Trey's hardon and squeezed hard so both Brendan and I could visually examine the upper half and truly appreciate the size of the gifted young man's erection. It was more than two inches longer than Brendan's and close to two and half inches longer than mine, and it was clear that the 18-year-old whose testicles were pressed against Trey's lips had never seen anything quite like it.
When Trey put his hands on Brendan's back side, it became apparent that this was the first time the black-haired hockey player had been touched by another man in this sort of way. Brendan shuddered with excitement as he leaned over Trey and pushed angled his extremely hard erection toward Trey's mouth. Trey licked at it the best he could, but given the young men's positions and the angle of Brendan's hardon, it was a difficult task. At that point, I put both of my fists on Trey's penis and masturbated him more.
Brendan, meanwhile, wised up and was turning 180 degrees so he could give Trey better access for oral sex. He balanced himself so that his genitals were right over Trey's mouth and then scooted back on his knees just a touch so he could bend his erection into his blond lover's waiting mouth. I looked around Brendan's thighs to see Trey's blue eyes get wide as he put another guy's penis between his lips for the first time. It was fun to see Trey quickly adopt a technique. I scooted back and jacked Trey's penis with my left fist as Brendan put his hands behind his head and flexed his muscular v-shaped back as he gently thrust his everyman- -sized erection down Trey's throat. To my right, I could see and hear Trey slurping on Brendan's erect penis. To my left, I could hear myself massaging Trey's erection that was moistened mostly with precum but still with some of my saliva.
Then Brendan pulled out, apparently not wanting to cum. He laid on the other side of Trey and began massaging the larger hockey player's biceps and then his pecs. He gazed at Trey's eyes, then his pecs, then his abs, and then the penis that I still was holding. I laid Trey's erection on his stomach to give Brendan a turn. The littler hockey player then began teasing his friend by making circles with his fingers all over his body. There was a lull in the action as Brendan took stock of his amazing lover's bare torso and crotch. Trey's erection, surprisingly, subsided somewhat, but when Brendan cupped Trey's dangling balls the full erection returned.
Brendan marveled at the feeling of his friend's large erection. He palpated it as if a doctor, checking each inch. Eventually, I urged Brendan to taste it, to take Trey into his mouth for the first time.
I could not believe Brendan's reaction.
"No, you Bruce. I want to watch. To see you. That fucking turns me on! Suck Trey, man! Watching it would FUCKING turn me on!"
I smiled at the dimpled young man and returned my mouth to Trey's throbbing hardon. I masturbated his lower four inches with my left hand while sucking the upper half as Brendan resumed playing with Trey's large balls. Trey moaned and thrust and moaned and thrust, and I picked up the rhythm and moved my head out of anti-choking self-preservation.
The guttural nature of Trey's sighs let it be known that he was close. It had been nearly a week since his last cum, eighteen hours since he had become aroused with Brendan on the couch, and perhaps an hour since he had been hard at the Y. There was no doubt that Trey was locked and loaded for the biggest orgasm of his life and that the explosion of semen was going to be immense. I wanted to see it, to see the amazing volume of the 18-year-old's ejaculate fly onto his chest, maybe his chin, maybe his hair, maybe even the wall. I wanted to see him close his eyes, open his mouth, and tense up his neck. But I had seen it before and had never ever had the experience of having such a large erection explode in my mouth, and probably never would again. So option B was my choice, and from the feels of it, Trey's too.
Trey grabbed my neck as if he was in a hockey fight and did not let me go. Brendan had sat back and seemed to be jacking himself as he prepared for the climax. Trey held his breath and held on for dear life. Just as I felt Trey's plumbing contract, he literally screamed, and then I felt that the entire nature of my mouth, throat, and tongue had been transformed. Sweet-tasting week-old goo, warm as whirlpool water and insulated by Trey’s toned muscles and hot skin, coated my entire cavity. I knew I would not drown, but I also knew I had to be careful as the aggressive, sexy hockey player writhed with pleasure and kept screaming. I could take only three more shots of Trey's cum before I was forced to let the rest drip from the back of my mouth and into and around Trey's belly button.
Trey probably delivered 12 shots in all, each one pretty high in volume, and it was clear that no one among us had seen anything quite like it, in porn or anywhere else. Brendan's mouth gaped in amazement at the way his friend screamed and how the semen pooled onto his taut tummy. The latest addition to the team could not resist. As Trey's penis spurted out the last of the ejaculate, Brendan began massaging it into the blond's abs, then his thighs, and then his testicles. Trey, still highly sensitive and in post-orgasmic mode, whined when Brendan began kneading the semen into his balls and in response Brendan backed off, not wanting to cause his friend any suffering.
Trey's chest was flushed, and sweat beaded near his temples. He looked with amazement at the mess he had made, and I told him even more of him was now inside me, in my stomach. He seemed impressed, and he should be. As his penis began returning to its "normal" six-inch state, the brainy hockey player scooted back on the bed and got up on his elbows as Brendan played with the messy pool. I layed to Trey's side as Brendan put his head right into Trey's abdomen to lick up just a little of the semen mixed with a hint of my saliva. I could tell Brendan was getting used to the taste of semen and perhaps did not like it so much. After a couple licks, Brendan pulled his head away to gaze longingly and lovingly at Trey, and as he did, I noticed some of Trey's ejaculate was clinging to Brendan's black bangs.
There was still a lot of cum on Trey's tummy when he turned his attention to Brendan, his lover, whose penis was throbbing. It was clear that the young men had talked this out a bit ahead of time, because all Trey said was, "Bren, bud, it's time."
Brendan bent over the bed to retrieve his nylon pants. In the pocket was a condom. The littler hockey player ripped open the package, got on his knees on the bed, and rolled the condom onto his throbbing erection in a way that let on he had done this before. But never before with another guy. Trey got up on his hands and knees to prepare himself for rear entry. Brendan, all suited up, then began rubbing his protected erection into Trey's dry crack.
I climbed down from the bed to look through the back door. Trey's low-hanging balls and his even-lower-hanging flaccid penis swayed slightly as Brendan began moving his hips to contemplate how to enter his blond friend. At that point, I softly offered Brendan a suggestion.
"Brendan. Trey's tummy. Use what's there. It’s Trey’s. It’s safe. It’s part of him."
Brendan followed directions and put one scoop of Trey's semen into his crack, another into his anus, and a third onto the condom. The farm kid continued the preparation by using one finger but then two to fully lubricate his friend’s butt for his penis. I changed my stance to look at Trey's face. It was red, and a couple drops of saliva dripped from his open mouth as I knew that Brendan had begun to enter him. Trey opened his blue eyes wide as I relished the sounds of his groan and an 18-year-old erection wrapped in latex enter a virgin 18-year-old butt. For Brendan's first two thrusts, Trey bit his lower lip and looked at me as if to say that this felt a lot different than a rectal exam. But as Brendan's thrusts intensified and the natural lubricant took hold, Trey buried his forehead into the mattress and bucked his butt to help Brendan fuck him as deeply as possible. With each thrust, Trey grunted and Brendan exhaled through his mouth. I was more than content to watch the amazing scene, to take part in the first act of intercourse between the two hockey players who now lusted for each other.
For about 50 thrusts, there was no conversation but only the sound of Trey's moans, slippery latex, and Brendan's hockey-player thighs slamming against Trey's perfect butt cheecks. And then ...
"Brendan don't forget, ah!, I want to, ah!, see you, ah!, cum so don't, ah!, do it in side of, ah!, me I got to, ah!, see it man!"
Brendan removed his penis from Trey's backside and Trey quickly turned himself around and sat up on his elbows for the show. Then Brendan mounted his lover's still glistening torso, peeled the condom from his six-inch erection, and threw it to the floor. Brendan was thoroughly flushed and sweating profusely. His breaths were frequent and shallow, and the farm kid was readying to cum -- apparently, for the first time in nearly a week.
Trey fixed his eyes on his friend's erection and tried to jack it with both hands, but when the hung hockey player realized his own technique would not work on a normal-sized young man the size of Brendan, he encircled his lover’s penis with his right fist until informing his smaller friend that he wanted to see how HE did it, how HE came, his technique, his cum face.
Brendan closed his eyes, arched his back, and palmed himself lightly at first and then picked up the speed. Brendan reached behind with his other hand and felt around until he had Trey's penis too. Then, with two hands on two penises, Brendan held his breath and the world stood still.
"Yeeeaowwww!"
Brendan's first shot of ejaculate landed right under Trey's chin. The next flew right over Trey's head and the third -- unbelievably -- into Trey's right eye. Trey chuckled, undoubtedly recalling that I had told him that Brendan had cum into his eye during his physical. But Brendan had his eyes closed and did not know where he cum was flying, and he was in no laughing mood as he continued to plant a week's worth of warm semen onto his friend's already crusty torso. The volume of semen on Trey's tummy was utterly amazing, way more than what I had seen in any porn. Brendan kept moaning and panting until every last drop of semen had emerged from his plumbing.
Trey was panting as he positioned the base of his friend's slimy erection between his thumb and two fingers and shook it lightly to rid it of the last pearly globs. Trey, not surprisingly, was hard again -- really hard. So Brendan pulled himself together, positioned himself with his face between Trey's legs, and began licking Trey's penis from base to tip in a way Brendan had seen me do 10 minutes earlier. The smaller hockey player then put the side of his face right on Trey's slimy tummy, opened wide, and put his teammate's massive erection into his little mouth. Trey fucked the farm boy's face much more lightly than he had fucked me. It did not take long, and with a whimper, Trey had his second orgasm in about 12 minutes. It was light in volume, for which I think Brendan was thankful. I stood back in amazement as Brendan then positioned his naked body on top of Trey's, started grinding his dry stomach into Trey's wet one, put his lips to those of his teammate, and then let Trey taste some of his own cum.
I did not know whether to cry or have an orgasm. The two hockey players passionately kissed for at least five minutes as they grinded their semen into each other's torsos. I had participated but also seen something truly amazing, truly memorable, the beginning of an amazing relationship. At that time, it mattered not that I still had not cum. As I left the room, I knew that the moment was all about Trey and Brendan.
* * *
In the shower, I thought about finishing myself off. But I decided to wait. Just in case. It was not even six, and we'd be awake for hours longer.
As I re-entered my bedroom for some clean clothes, Brendan apologized about the sheets. I said that that's what washing machines are for and put the young men at ease. Brendan was standing in his boxers and Trey seated in his sweats. The littler hockey player then began giving his lover a shoulder rub, and Trey's eyes were closed in love and appreciation.
"Let's hit the shower, Trey."
And off they went -- to clean, to caress, to love.
I dressed and went downstairs and preheated the oven, hoping they'd join me. They did. They were hungry.
"Pizza, guys?"
"Now you're talkin'!"
Trey picked up the remote and found an East Coast NHL game -- Flyers versus Islanders. For the first two periods, we had a pretty regular guy kind of night -- two frozen pizzas, two beers (for me), four Cokes (for the under-21 athletes), a half bag of Skittles, and three quarters of a bag of Oreos. As the camera focused on a particularly hot Flyer, I mentioned how sexy I thought hockey gear was -- how the breezer hockey pants made players look delicious.
Trey brought our collective memory back to the first time I had seen him naked, when I had helped him strip in the training room after he had taken a shot to the privates.
"So you liked my breezers then, Mr. Eye Doctor?"
"Oh yeah, Trey!"
"Funny. You didn't say anything at the time."
"Well, your mom was there."
That caught Brendan's fancy. "She was?" Apparently Trey had not told Brendan about that part of the exam.
I elaborated. "Brendan, you should've seen the look in her eyes when I ushered her out of there and Trey was naked on the table and she caught a glimpse of her son's junk.”
Trey hadn't known that detail.
"Really, Bruce? I didn't know that she-- You mean, she, like, saw it?"
"Oh, Trey, she's your mother! She used to wash you down there when you were a little guy."
Brendan interrupted to say that as of tonight, "that's my job." Trey gave Brendan a goofy smile and then returned to the subject of hockey gear.
"So, Bruce, have you ever worn hockey gear?"
"Well, Trey, I think I told you, I played hockey as a boy, but, as you saw this morning, I was and still am terrible. So yes, I've worn hockey gear, but I don't think I was even in puberty at the time, so sexy was not part of my vocabulary."
"How 'bout you put on my gear?"
"Wha--"
"It's in the garage."
"But it's sweaty."
"So?"
He had a good point.
"But Trey, you're bigger than me, in more ways than one."
"What do you mean? I wore your stupid swimsuit. They don’t make custom-made cups. Maybe they should, but--”
Maybe it was the beer talking, but at that point I cut Trey off and the idea of changing into stinky hockey gear belonging to the two studs sitting in front of me was beyond appealing.
And then, I got an idea.
"I think I might have to throw myself in front of a puck. When I’m in the garage. You know."
Trey, who was used to reading between the lines in literature , smiled a devilish grin, but poor Brendan – a more literal new arrival to adulthood, and only of average smarts -- was clueless.
I elaborated. "If what happens is what I think is going to happen, in the garage, you're going to have to help me, to make sure, ah everything works, after my injury.”
"What works?” Poor Brendan. “What injury?" Poor, clueless Brendan.
"But, Silverman," Trey warned, “you'll have to come to my office. I do not make house calls. You know the way. I’ll – well, we’ll – be waiting."
As I silently turned and headed for the garage, I saw Trey whisper to Brendan about what was going to happen. Once in the garage, I surveyed the jerseys, pads, cups, and breezers on the concrete floor. It was not practice gear, but game gear. The real thing! I picked up Trey's cup and gave it a sniff. The musky and rich scent made me about half hard, so I quickly stripped off every bit of my clothes and stood naked in my garage while selecting what to wear.
I began with Trey's cup. Knowing that the protective equipment had encircled Trey's massive crotch for so long and for so many games made me get completely hard. And then, I saw Trey’s problem. Cups AREN’T big enough for six-inch penises!
Since my body was closer to Brendan in size, I put on his shin pads next, then his hockey socks. I think I got Trey's elbow pads and his shoulder pads, which were a little too big but sure smelled like Trey! I tried on Trey's hockey pants next, but they were too baggy so I chose Brendan's instead and then put on the farm kid’s game jersey, too.
And then, I went back inside to report my injury. First, though, I went into the bathroom to confirm that not only did I smell like a sweaty minor-league hockey player, I actually looked like one too. Well, sort of. But to me, at least, I was sexy as hell, and hard as a puck! It was in that state of arousal that I headed to see Dr. Trey.
On the way down, a fully dressed Brendan met me outside the door and told me that Dr. Trey had been expecting me and that I was to come in and tell the doctor about my little problem. As I entered, Brendan patted my – well, his -- breezers to direct me to stand in front of the bed. Trey was at his desk, wearing a sweatshirt and his new Dockers.
"How can I help you, young man?"
"I think I-- got injured?"
"Where?"
I grabbed Trey's cup on my crotch.
"Weren't you wearing protection?"
"I was, I am, but um, I think it got stuck."
"Your penis?
"Yes."
"It's so big it got stuck outside the cup?"
"No, sir. I, um, was getting, ah, you know, aroused."
"Aroused?"
"Well, the hockey gear, you know ..."
"OK, I understand. Well, young man, these things do happen from time to time. Ah, did I hear you say that your hand was hurt as well?
"Oh, yeah! Forgot about that. My hand. Hands, actually. Two hands. Both hands. I'm very sorry, but I'm not sure I'm able to get out of this gear."
"We can take care of that. Nurse?"
Brendan approached and asked me to raise my arms up. He lifted up my – well, his -- jersey but needed Trey's assistance to get it over my head. Brendan did the elbow pads next, and Trey the shoulder pads. My erection really was straining at Trey's cup as each young man peeled off one side of my suspenders and then cooperated to push my – well, you know -- breezers over the shin pads and hockey socks. I stepped out of the pants and both of my examiners assessed the situation.
"See, Nurse Brendan, what the problem is?"
"What's that, doctor?"
"No underwear.” Trey turned to scold me. “Young man, if you’re going to play hockey, you must wear underwear under that cup to prevent these sorts of things from happening.” He turned back to Nurse Brendan. “See, nurse, part of this young man's penis is coming out the very top of the cup. See that, there?"
"I see that, doctor."
"Well, please get him out of those socks and shin guards and I'll have to take a look." After Brendan followed Trey's directive, the nurse asked the doctor whether the patient should lie down or stand.
"Let's have him stand, for now. Nurse, please remove the player's cup."
Brendan tried not to grin as he positioned himself in front of me and lifted the cup away from my crotch and then let it fall back.
“Doctor, he’s still, ah, hard.”
"Well, that’s good. Now we can accurately assess the situation to make sure this does not happen again."
Brendan again lifted the cup away from my crotch but this time slid the protective garment to my thighs, then my knees, and to my feet. I was getting weak in the legs but was able to step out of the jock as Brendan ridded me of the garment.
"OK. Nurse, please measure the patient."
I could not believe what was happening! Trey handed Brendan a ruler, and I was glad when Brendan put it to my penis’ underside.
“Six inches, doctor.”
"Yes, six inches can present a problem." Nurse, please perform a preliminary examination.
Brendan stood at my side and placed my erection between the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand and moved it around for no apparent medical purpose.
"Doctor, there is some fluid emerging."
"That could be a problem. All right, I'll need to take a look too." Trey crossed in front of me, and I about melted. The experience of two hunky, fully dressed 18-year-old hockey players visually examining my naked frame made me as hard as I think I’ve ever been, at least since I was their age. Trey positioned himself to my side as Brendan had been , pushed my erection so it was parallel to the floor, and then generally manipulated it with surprising skill.
"I can't see what I need to-- Silverman, you're going to have to lie on the exam table."
As I made my way toward Trey's bed, he stopped me and said that while I was standing -- and while my penis was in this upright position -- he might as well check my testicles. He sat on his bed and motioned for me to stand with his crotch right in front of his face. I saw him lick his lips as he placed my left nut between the thumb and two fingers on his left hand while keeping his right hand on my backside.
"Nurse, I think I feel something here. Could you help please?"
Brendan sat next to Trey on the bed and also felt my left ball. Then, when he moved to my right, I almost blew my load right but was somehow able to keep it locked and loaded. But then Trey resumed his exam, and for a moment, the hands of both hockey players were on my scrotum, feeling my testicles. I couldn’t resist. My plumbing pumped twice and a bit of pearly cum leaked out and onto Trey’s hand, but I pressed myself under my balls to make it stop for now.
“My, my, nurse, I see what you mean. Hmm.”
Finally, my examiners declared that I was fine and directed me to lie down -- not on the bed, but rather on the desk, the impromptu exam table I had used on Trey a few weeks back. As I got into position, I put my shoulders on the table and let my legs dangle off the end, bent at the knees. I touched my erection but then Trey batted my hand away, informing him that he needed to do the exam, with his nurse's assistance.
I complied and Trey got to work, carefully scrutinizing each inch of my erection.
"Yes, nurse, good catch. There is no doubt that fluid is emerging." At that point, Trey spread some of my precum around my erection's head.
Hmmm. OK. Nurse, now we need to make sure everything works. This young man’s mother probably is nervous."
"I see. All right."
"Nurse, I see you're in a state somewhat like our patient's." I glanced down and -- sure enough -- Brendan was hard in his 501s. "Well, I see I am too. OK. You said he’s six inches. We need to figure out who is best measured to perform this procedure, who will have the best technique."
I could not believe what Trey did next. He handed Brendan the ruler, and the nurse-hockey player then peeled his shorts to his knees and let Trey and me watch him measure the top side of his penis.
Trey positioned his head over his lover’s erection. "A little under six inches from that angle," Trey declared. Then he took the ruler from Brendan. "Let's try underneath."
Trey got on his knees and measured the underside of Brendan's now-throbbing erection, and reported that from that angle it was six and a quarter. "All right, you’re about the size of our patient, just a bit bigger."
My dreams were fulfilled when Trey then unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them to his knees. "Here, nurse." Trey handed the ruler to Brendan so he could make himself completely hard – something only an 18-year-old could do after having two orgasms a few hours earlier. "OK, nurse, as you can see here, I'm busy, so you'll have to do this."
"Eight on the top, doctor."
"And underneath?"
"Eight and a half."
"OK. Just what I thought. This looks like a job for you, nurse. You're the right man for this job, because the patient's, you know, is about your size. You take the lead, and I will assist."
I was lightheaded as I layed back down and contemplated that not one but TWO extremely sexy hockey players were standing over me and plotting how best to make sure my plumbing worked. Brendan stood at my side and began milking my penis with his left hand while steadying my shoulder with his right. When I felt him press his erection into my side, I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. I was extremely close, so I opened my eyes and asked that perhaps the doctor needed to take a look too? Trey approached from the other side and said his nurse’s technique was excellent but nevertheless began palming my erection as I breathed violently through my nose. Unfortunately, I could not prolong this much longer.
"Nurse, apply testicular pressure please."
Brendan did as he was told -- as I had done to him during his physical -- and pressed at the region under my scrotum just in time, just as my plumbing contracted. Trey held my penis still and squeezed hard as I watched both young men watch and feel me spasm one, two, three, and the four times. On the fifth time, Brendan finally released the pressure, and I watched myself spurt a rope of cum onto my torso that was more impressive than anything I had spewed in years. Brendan began massaging my balls and Trey began jacking me again as I came perhaps four more times before I was clearly spent. I whimpered and actually cried as I covered my eyes with my forearm and the young men assessed my condition.
"Nurse, please assess semen consistency."
"Looks fine, doctor. Feels normal."
"Well, obviously, his muscles are good. Please assess the taste."
"I'd rather you did, doctor."
"OK, then, I will." Trey looked me in the face before picking up a pinch of my semen and placing it in his mouth, as he had done the night before his mother had come for a visit.
"Mmmmm. Normal. OK, good. Nurse, please clean up this patient."
Brendan took two tissues from the box next to Trey's bed -- a recent addition to the nightstand, I had noticed -- and mopped up what he could, but given the volume he needed two and then three more tissues. I almost came again as I watched the sporty stud clean semen from my penis and belly and thought to myself that nothing in my wildest dreams could top this.
But then, amazingly, remarkably, something did.
"Nurse, say, I was looking through my charts, and it looks like you have not had your rectal exam recently, is that right?"
I sat up fast.
"Well, doctor--"
"Is that right?"
"Yes, sir, it is."
"Hmm. OK. Since we're all here, let's take care of this. Hmm. Where did I put that-- the things that I need?"
Trey opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out some KY Jelly. Where had he gotten that? And then, I realized, from my medical bag!
"Ah, shoot. No gloves. Hmm. I can't do a rectal exam the normal way. I'm sorry about that nurse. Say, ah, Silverman, could you please take out what you find in the top drawer?
I spread my knees and opened Trey's desk drawer a crack. There, tucked right inside, was a single condom, still in its wrapper. Extra large.
"This, doctor?"
"Yes, that."
"Really?"
"Yes. And in sizing things up, I'll need your assistance."
I almost fainted when I realized that I was to witness Trey -- all eight and a half inches of Trey -- plow into Brendan's tight ass.
Brendan took barely any time to step out of his Levi’s, peel off his shorts, and then his t-shirt. He then positioned himself in a way that I had suggested would not work for Trey's rectal examination -- doggie-style, sideways, on the bed. I took a good look at Brendan from the rear because it was a sight I never wanted to forget. By this time, Brendan's penis was again taut against his tummy. His somewhat hairy testicles were pretty tight against his groin, and his fairly hairy butt crack was in perfect position.
"Silverman, while I'm putting this on, I need you to prepare the patient."
I looked at Trey blankly. Then he handed me the KY.
I tried to keep an eye on Trey as he removed his Dockers and underwear and put on the condom, but I also had been instructed to prepare Brendan for what was to take place. That, it seemed, was much more important. Trey was huge, and Brendan was not, and I did not want the little guy to get hurt. I liberally applied KY to my first two fingers of my right hand and entered the hockey player's anus to thoroughly lubricate the opening. I finger fucked the athlete probably 12 times -- not out of arousal, but to make sure he would not get hurt.
Then, I stepped back and let Trey approach. He came upon Brendan slowly, carefully, but somehow kept up the role playing.
"OK, nurse, you are going to feel some pressure."
Trey steadied Brendan's backside with his left hand as he began to guide his massive erection with his right, informing the nurse-patient-athlete that he was going to fell some pressure.
"I'm ready, doctor."
I had lubed up Brendan's anus exceptionally well, so when the first two inches went in, there was barely a whimper. But the truth was that my fingers were only half as long as Trey's penis, so there was no way that the KY could have reached where his erection was going to reach.
"Nurse, you OK?"
"Yes sir."
"OK, you're going to feel some more pressure ..."
Trey went perhaps halfway in and then began fucking his friend with his first four inches. Brendan was panting and doing fine, but there still were four more inches to go. Trey, amazingly, was keeping his doctor demeanor as he informed the patient that the complete entry was about to take place. Then the well-hung hockey player plunged all eight and half inches into the 5-foot-7 stud, who screamed more with surprise than with pain. Still, I could tell that it had hurt.
"OH! I'm sorry Bren--, ah, nurse. You OK?"
"I will-- ah -- I think so, just--. Mmmmfh! OK, now I-- There …"
Trey withdrew his penis about halfway out before pushing it -- slowly, this time -- back into Brendan's rectum. The littler hockey player gave a sigh that was more out of pleasure than of pain, and within seconds, the hockey players were off and running.
I stood at an angle where I could get a look at both Brendan's face and the amazing sight of such a large erection going into and out of a butt his size. Brendan was passively taking the insertion more than actively helping, and from that angle, there was little else he could do. Trey's doctor demeanor then gave way pretty quickly. I could see he had begun to sweat, and soon, his hockey-player thighs were banging against Brendan's perfect little butt. On and on they went, Trey tending to say "ah" with each thrust and Brendan saying "ooh," sometimes "oww."
Then Trey starting banging really, really hard. Brendan knocked his head into the knotty pine with each thrust, and I hoped against hope that the wall would hold. Trey was holding Brendan's sporty thighs, and the littler player knew that Trey's third orgasm of the night was imminent when the blond beauty squeezed Brendan with his hands and stopped bucking his hips.
There was a scream -- first from Trey, then Brendan. After Trey apparently had begun shooting his load, he resumed pumping in and out of Brendan perhaps a dozen more times as he planted seed into the condom that was in Brendan's rectum. Brendan was whimpering as Trey gave one last push and then held the top of the rubber as he withdrew from the sporty stud's butt. Brendan collapsed in a fetal position on Trey's bed as I looked on in amazement, absolutely stunned.
What happened next I will never forget as long as I live. After Trey peeled the spent condom from his amazing but softening erection, the blond hockey player got onto his knees, brushed Brendan's black hair, and kissed his lover first on the cheek then on the lips and then with his tongue. And then, Trey began pleasuring Brendan’s throbbing erection with his mouth and his love.
There was nothing left to say or do. I left the players' room, let them be, and recalled the most amazing two months of my life.
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