Skater Boys

Our hockey team made the finals, coach set us up at the local rink for extra practices before we travel to the state championships. I always perform my pre game routine, I’m always early, I fully dress, except for my skates, and walk or jog the stands, just an old superstitious routine. We weren’t scheduled to take the ice till noon. The rink had a group of figure skaters apparently practicing their craft. While I do open skate from time to time, both with the guys and on dates, I’ve never really paid attention to the rigorous training of the figure skater, nor their intricate routines. I became more interested and took a seat as I watched these guys and girls, some together, some paired off, others single, painfully attempting to perfect their craft. Sure I’ve watched them on TV, seamlessly, painless and perfect, but these skaters were anything but. It seemed like they were each attempting to push themselves past their own limits.

 I sat with interest, I kind of was intrigued by one guy, closest to me, he was working by himself, tall and slim but his tight fitting Lycra outfit fit his shapely curves and muscular body like a glove. Now I’ve never thought of figure skaters as being muscular or athletic, I don’t know why, but today I realized what this guy is doing, and the strength he must endure to perfect his sport. His glutes were mighty fine, well pronounced, and the smooth black Lycra just form fit him perfectly, his ass was a sculpture. His chest well defined even thorough the black material I could detect abs and pecks and a slight definition of nipples. His arms, though slim had muscular definition, leading to a strong shoulder and neck. His crotch was impressive, almost too large for his stature, a perfectly symmetrical cock shaft and balls hidden only by the well pronounced thighs knees and calf’s as he twirled and spun, faster and faster, hands clasped over head, head locking, then spin, as the elbows began widening and his body started slowing till he bent into a crouch before speeding back up again. Then he did concentric circles one leg extended and up. Surely the moves all have names but who the hell cares, he locked into poses yet while still moving briskly at times breaking into elegant dance steps. Yes so intrigued I was.

 The skaters soon cleared the ice one by one, as noon approached, my teammates began taking the rink, I quickly realized I was so distracted I never finished my pre workout rituals. I scurried to get my skates on and took the ice. Coach set up a scrimmage game, we worked it real hard, and I scored the last goal by the skin of my teeth. As I took my little victory circle, I looked into the stands and realized there was my skater boy watching us all alone by himself, specifically he was watching me at that moment.

 As we scurried off the ice I noticed him leaning against the boards I stopped and sat to remove my skates, as he sat close by to put his back on. I asked if he was practicing again, he told me yes but he had to wait till the Zamboni smoothed out the rink while he waited. We got to talking, he mentioned my goal, and he commented on my technique and offered a suggestion or two. I sat there a bit upset that this twunky guy was telling me how to improve, after all I wouldn’t think of offering him advice. I continued to sit there as my buddies were leaving, as I watched him take the ice once again, this time only him by himself. He had such smooth graceful movements from one stance to another as he proceeded through his routines. Then the sound system came on and I assume his coach came out. Now not only was he performing his craft but like a full dress rehearsal. I marveled at the beauty, at his beauty. I wound up staying an hour and a half, then he finally took a break. He was pretty exhausted all sweaty and spent, his hair matted to his face. He slid over to his coach, who packed up his stuff and left through the far side as my little figure skater skated toward me, well I think he was actually headed for the locker room.

 He acknowledged my presence once again, as I complimented him, and he told me he still had too many mistakes. I followed him inside as we continued to talk as he slid out of that Lycra, holy crap he was a chiseled statue, his back turned toward me his ass cheeks so smooth and fine, I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I resisted as I waddled out of my oversized hockey attire. I was a much bigger frame and meaty all around, with developed large muscles as I stood there and compared without being too obvious. He went to the showers I followed behind concealing my hard on that I seemed to have for this guy. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his shaved smooth body, his cut 7 inch dick as the soap slid down the crevasses of his chest. He shut off his water just as I did too, and we both turned toward each other and reached for our towels, I immediately covered my lower half, while he rigorously didn’t and dried his light brown hair, somewhat short on the sides but floppy curls up on top, his dick flopping every which way, it couldn’t help but get me harder, and surely he saw even through my towel. He dressed rather quickly and said he’d be back later tonight after the free skate closed, somewhere around 10, but he then explained needed to catch up on sleep as he shook my hand and introduced himself as Parker. Still standing there, my dick protruding outward in my towel, with my and extended I introduced myself as Brandon, and he with a smile on his face, as he shook my hand and departed the locker room.

I couldn’t help but think of him from time to time the rest of that day, as 10 PM approached I was home still wide awake watching reruns on TV, I finally decided I’d head over to the rink before I got locked out to check him out some more. When I got inside the ice freshly cleaned, the arena lights were all out with just work lights on the ice. I heard two guys talking, yep one was Parker, as they came into the light, the other guy said, Not to work too hard and leave those lights on till morning and just be sure the doors lock as you leave. I sat there quietly as the two shook hands and the other guy departed pulling the pins from the doors, I heard the tug of each door insuring that they were locked. I sat in quiet darkness about 10 rows up as Parker began to swivel and swirl on the smooth as glass ice. Free as a bird he sailed and glided as I sat there about 10 minutes just watching his grace. Tonight he was in tight fitting workout pants and a loose fitting T, as he skated to the side removing it and hanging it on the rail, and I think I detected a bulge bouncing in his crotch, but his naked smooth torso stretching and bending had me on edge as I massaged my own crotch gently. I decided it was time, when I stood and gave a brief cough indicating he knew he wasn’t alone, as he stopped and looked into the darkened stands with his hands shielding his eyes, I quickly announced it was Brandon and with a loss of words it just came out as you’re looking quite fine. He slithered toward my side as I headed down towards him, we met at the boards where he grabbed my shoulder with a smile saying “Hey, I’m glad you came by”, I reached for his upper arm and grabbed it quite firm and then realized I held his sweaty arm in my hand, it felt kinda nice not gross like I thought and the bulge in my pants hidden by the boards pressing firmly into them. I stood in amazement as he whipped out some more moves, more like showing off his skills rather than competing, was he trying to impress me?

After about a half hour more or so, he came to my side sat beside me and took a energy drink from his bag as he asked what I thought. I told him my true thoughts and how I suddenly became impressed and never realized the difficulty involved. I told him there were moves I could never do, and he returned comment that I just wasn’t built that way being involved in a hockey mentality, I kind of took that as insulting at first, but realized he was right, our goals were different and really he was just honest, it took me a bit but I accepted it.

After a few minutes he asked if I’d like to try some moves, I flat out rejected at first, but then he said “some of his moves and ideas may help my game.” He said he’d been watching my game and some of my stances and thought he could help me a bit, and I joked back saying only if you think I could help you out too. He immediately giggled and accepted. I headed back to the locker room and he headed toward the ice. A few moments later out I came in my hockey shorts (less the pants) and a T-shirt donned in my hockey skates. It didn’t take long till he was holding my waist and arm and giving me some “couples “ figure skating moves. I was clumsy and awkward as I grabbed his slightly moist waist and we tried a few dance type moves. He soon suggested I try different skates and he asked me my size and told me he thought he had a pair I could try. Off to the locker room where we fetched his skates and they fit pretty good, he tugged at my shirt and told me to lose it as it would restrict me a bit and we’d both be similar, he yanked off his pants to reveal a pair of tight boxer briefs and said my baggy hockey shorts needed to go too. I quickly complied, so now I’m in my tight boxer briefs showing my budge that he seemed to ignore, as we made our way to the ice, almost naked we were. It should have been colder but it sure was quite warm as we both skated around sometimes almost in a chase, that is till I took a stumble and slid across the ice. I sat right back up to his surprise but as I explained “us hockey guys can take a beating” as he burst out in laughter helping me back to my feet. I brushed the cool ice chips from my slightly “ice rashed” side and continued in a more intimate encounter with my skater boy. He put his right hand on my left shoulder and his left on my bare waist, I did the same as he began sliding his right leg in toward mine. I back skated away from him we maneuvered back and forth in a dance like mode. I began getting better as our coordination improved and I looked up at his face away from the ice where his eyes were already focused on mine, our eyes made contact. His eyes were dark green surrounded by such ice white eyeballs, with a big black pupil, it was like x-ray vision as we didn’t miss a stride as we slid back and forth in a dance style mode only there was no music except that imaginary music in our heads, we must have had the same beat going.

I was actually enjoying our partnership as we both smiled just inches from each other’s faces, then I realized it, at some point his fingers violated my briefs waistband, and they were well inside gracing my inner thigh as we continued to slip and slide, we were almost like waltzing now, only on ice. I’m not sure I know what actually happened next, I’d like to think I slipped and fell into him, being the clumsy hockey nut I was. But, thinking back, it may have actually been on purpose, anyway I fell my head into his shoulder, his arm grasping my shoulder tighter to keep me from falling and his hand in my waistband now slipped further in as he grabbed at my bare ass cheek in his hand trying to set me back up straight, as my head came off his shoulder. I somehow turned my mouth toward his and planted a kiss on his lips, just a slight kiss. Suddenly our movement had stopped and his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head and he drew my head in for another as he locked our lips and darted his tongue in between my lips. Here we were, center ice with limited light shining down on us and passionately kissing one another, both naked except for briefs and skates. Our hands simultaneously began roaming all over each other. I not only felt his smooth muscles but I could feel my own under his grasp everywhere he touched. It was a mutual feeling of both of our bodies together. Eventually our hands were inside each other’s briefs pushing on each other’s asses back into ourselves, forcing our two rigid members into each other. It was then I really knew what I had wanted, we broke from our kiss, no words were spoken as we headed for the boards from center ice, where we embraced in another deep passionate kiss.

He dropped to his knees, yes bare knees on cold ice as he tugged at my shorts down to my knees, my rigid member burst out almost in delight awaiting that warm mouth. As he approached his prize, I looked down his strong muscled back and he rested his ass on the heels of his skates and took my dick gently at first, swirling and spitting as he lubed it all up before gradually taking in, inch after inch, until he buried his nose into my abdomen whilst grabbing and splitting my ass cheeks. The cool arena air gracing my crack, while the warm moist mouth caressed my hard dick. I was about to cum when I grabbed his hair pulling him off, his glance upward to my face with a smile as he stood back up lowering his shorts. That huge 7 incher all smooth and freshly shaved, staring me in my face as I fell to my knees, the cold of the ice didn’t seem to affect me as much as the points of the skate blades digging into my naked ass. All I knew is I’d never done anything like this before, but I knew that I wanted it, as my face gradually got closer to the straight out hard dick looming before me, slightly bouncing up and down with anticipation. I opened my mouth and slightly stuck out my tongue as it gently made first contact with a soft spongy type skin. The initial taste was slightly musky tainted with dried sweat, I reached with one hand grasping it pressing it harder into my tongue as I slowly devoured it inside as far as I could. His hands grasped the back of my head as he guided my rhythm, he arched his back away from me as I touched his smooth ball sack nestled tightly into his groin with perfect size balls almost bursting to get out. My own dick was throbbing between my crouched legs as I suckled his dick with all I could muster, feeling his balls with one hand and my other graced his ass cheek as he continued to guide my head in and out, I practiced with sucking and twirling my tongue. Enjoying every last feeling of his bare skin inside, as I felt his body tense up, I knew what that meant I pulled him out as he spewed his globs of creamy white cum, as they splashed and dripped down to the ice.

I stood there in silence, with just a smile between us, as he forced his briefs to his ankles and leaned over the boards exposing his ass toward me. With just a slight longing look, he took one hand and spread one cheek exposing a very nice slight pucker hole that had pinkish loose like folds that slightly spread as he pulled back and forth. I moved up close to him and rubbed my ever hardening dick in his lower crack, realizing he was too high for anything to happen. I balanced in my skates on the round of the blade as he tried desperately to lower himself to a proper level. We could tell we both wanted what was to come next, as I dripped a big spit glob into the top of his crack and watched it run toward my dick at the entrance to his tunnel. I maneuvered it around a bit swirling it around, joined with another glob of spit soon after and I began my push toward that inviting spot, but I slid backwards, ready to fall when I felt one of his hands grasp my bare ass holding me tight as I reached around the other side with mine grabbing his cock. I applied pressure and slowly I slid in, taking care to ease my way in, he grunted and groaned a bit but didn’t want me to stop. I bottomed out and I leaned in as he turned his head and we kissed once more. I began slowly pumping in and out and my anxious dick was raring to go again as I soon announced I would be Cumming he screamed “stay in me, Cum in me” and I did. I must have spewed 15 to 20 times further lubing our fuck, we kept it going as long as we could when we finally stopped and stood, we embraced in a kiss, his briefs were ripped from his legs laying in a pile on the ice, my cum was dripping out of his ass down to the ice. We broke apart, I pulled up my shorts, we glanced at the frozen little puddles of cum, attached and frozen to the ice.

We headed to the locker room, removed our skates, we both took one shower together enjoying one last body feel of one another for the night, we both dressed and he made sure the doors latched locked as we parted to our cars. He managed to come to my games and I to his competitions we meet every so often now at his place or mine. He won his competition and we won our game, I’m not sure if I used any of his dance moves, but we often go out afterwards together.