My Straight Friend The Goalie

It’s been about a year since my Birthday. I receive a message in my dm’s on Instagram from my friend Paul. He’s 6 feet 2 inches tall, has thick hockey legs, thys, and ass that I wanna bury my face in. Toned lengthy hockey arms, with some muscle, chest that pokes out from shirts, and a stomach with some chunk to it. Along with dustings of dark brown hair. 

we get chatting catching up on the past year. Some banter back and forth, before we call it a night from talking till 2 am he asked me to come to a hockey pick up game. I of course say yes because I love watching the goalies just like when I was 11-13 years old going to my cousins games when he played, while I was being watched on weekends by my dads Brother.

*Paul- good night buddy it will be great seeing you tomorrow. I have a spot for you to watch where it’s warm. Be there before 7. :) *

*Me- good night I will be there, ok sounds good I’ll text when I arrive.*

I wake up, use the bathroom, get in the shower. Brush my teeth. I scroll on Facebook checking my friends posts, liking, sharing, commenting on posts. I receive a notification from Paul with a wink face - ;) - I grin ear to ear while eating some late breakfast. 

It’s now 4:45pm It’s time to leave for the arena in the city 30 minutes from where I am in the country. I park outside send Paul a message that I will be a few minutes he says ok buddy :) . I meet him out front of the locker room and it hits me. The sweet sweet scent of sweat, the musty stench from locker rooms, and the smell of hockey gear, and other hockey players that have been there. Paul standing well over my 5 feet 7 inch body looks at me, smiles ear to ear in his hockey goalie gear. He looks massive if he stood in front of a door way no light would get through him. 

I’m on my way of being fully turned on sporting a half boner. 

He says “Hey buddy good to see you here, follow me I have a spot for you.” I shyly say “hello I’m glad to be here gets me out of the house. Ok I’ll follow you.” 

We sit down on a bench, for a few minutes, he’s adjusting his gear to sit comfortably. I say “Thank you for inviting me, hope you’ve had a good day.” He replies “Your welcome it’s been a year since we got to hang out. I missed you.” Me “I’ve missed you too we have just been busy with life and work. But I am here it’s been a while since watching anyone play.” I slide my right hand on the bench to his thy so I can feel the fabric, warmth, and thickness of his leg. He didn’t notice I don’t think. We chat for a good 15 mins and he goes into the bathroom to apply some heat rub on his hernia. I wished I was helping him rub it on and in. He comes out I watch his movements I slid over on the bench a bit more so I was closer to him. He sits down and says grinning “What?” I said “I’m just really happy.” He smiles back, wraps his arm around me. All I can smell is his axe gold body spray, cleaned goalie gear that still has a light sweat musty smell. And I am in bliss. So I snuggle in to get closer giving him a hug back putting my head on his chest of the gear. 

It’s ten minutes to 7 he walks back to the locker room with skates on. Damn he looks sexy. I gather myself, stand up quickly use the bathroom and stand at the window waiting for the teams to come out.

Hes the second player to come out of the gate, he skates over to the net where I am standing. He looks at me I look back at him. We both are grinning and I am blushing. He starts doing some warm ups stretches. And I cannot take my eyes off him. They other players start taking practice shots on him in the net and he missed just a few. The ref skates out onto the ice and it’s puck drop time. Paul looked back again i mouthed “good luck!” He smiled, nodded his head and got ready. 

When the pucks got shot to the net he blocked them, he bent over, went side to side, dives, blocked it from getting in. Every time he had a few moments he looked back at me smiling. I smiled back cheering him on. 

The game was over by 9pm Paul motioned to meet him by the locker room. I gave them 10 minutes to change and do what they gotta do. Paul was the last one saying his goodbyes to the other teammates. He introduced me to a few of his friends, they smacked one another’s ass lightly as they said their see you next weeks. Paul asked if I had time to wait I said yes I do. A moment later he comes and drags me into the locker room. There he is still half in his goalie gear. Shirt off, shorts, and pads still on. Sweating, sweat slowly dripping down his body, hair is dripping and shaggy, glistening in the awful Florescent lights. looking at me, panting lightly. I am doing the same minus the sweat. I don’t say a word I just look at him getting a full hard on now wanting to pounce. 

He walks to me takes my shirt off smirking. He pulls me in close for a bear hug. I feel the sweat, I smell him, I smell the goalie gear he had on. I give his chest a kiss and with one hand I place it on his chest as I kiss him lightly in the middle top of his torso. All I can taste is sweat, axe, and gear, and him and it’s magical. 

He says “I seen you watching me, I felt your hand out on the bench.” As he placed his big hand on my blushing cheek. I smell the gloves, and the tape, and metal from the hockey stick. I let my head dip into his hand. I said “Yes you are beautiful and look so fucking sexy in uniform. Goalies are my favourite.” I say witch hitches in my breath. He bends down to my level, tilts my head up and kisses my lips that I still can taste sweat on. He kisses me hard, and soft, slipping his thick tongue in my mouth as we kiss. 

He pulls back gently still smirking. He takes off my pants, and sees I have a jockstrap on. He tells me to turn around and I do. He gets close to me placing one hand on my left ass cheek, grabs it let’s go, he says “You know T you are a beautiful and sexy too.” I start to speak and he stops me. “I don’t wanna hear any negative you say about yourself. I am going to show you!” 

He slips his hand in my jockstrap, his massive hand massaging my cock, rubbing it as he fingers and massages my hole at the same time. I whimper and moan, he stops and spreads my ass, starts licking, sucking, fingering my tight hole.  It feels amazing, my hole expands and contracts, as he lightly jerks my cock slow, massaging the head, rubbing his finger on the tip. He says “I can’t take it anymore!” I bend over a little more the wall as my support. I turn my head watching him take off his shorts leaving the pads on. He asked “are you ready? Do you want me to show you?” I say panting waiting “Yes please!” 

His cock head rubbing and poking at my hole, 8.5 inches and a thick shaft with full big meaty ball sack. He sticks the tip in and I moan loud! It’s really thick mushroom cut head. He keeps putting it in slow I feel every inch, every twitch. He pulls out half way and goes back in. Until I get used to it. “Your so tight!” (It’s been a few months) “Fuck you feels so good!” As he starts going faster. He grabs my hips in a tight grip starts pounding me, I match his rhythm while tightening my hole and letting it relax. I stand there half bent over moaning, sweating, panting, he reaches for my jockstrap pulls it down starts jerking me off to the same pace as him. I am ready to bust already but I don’t. 

He takes me to his body pounding away as my back feels his stomach and head feels his chest. I feel his balls slapping my ass, I feel his pads on my ass too. I’m so turned on. He says panting in between breaths “Do you want me to cum in you?” I moan, and squeeze my hole about to burst. I moan a loud “Yeessss!” 

he pumps hard ten more times grunts, moans, trying to get his breath, he cums in me deep, I feel his warm liquid inside me. He still pumps me slow and I blow my load all over the wall and bench of the locker room. 

He’s still in me my hole dripping cum, he turns my head to him, as I look up catching my breath, trying to get get back to earth he kisses me, rubbing my stomach and chest, as my cock still drips cum. He says “I want you here every game beautiful, so I can make you feel this way every time.” I reply softly “I wanna be here every game too. To make you feel this way as well.” He kisses me and I kiss him. He said grinning “Now let’s shower up, and get outta here. We are going back to my place for the night. For round two!”  He softly pulls outta me, I run my hand along his cock that’s half hard. I lick the cum off my fingers, he tastes so good. Salty and sweet. 

I cleaned him up and he cleaned me down. He spanked my ass outta the shower. We got dressed. And went back to his place for the night. 

You could say I picked up a goalie at a pick-up game.