Taking One For The Team

Chapter 5

After dinner Ry and Gav waited in the lobby.  They would be Froy’s wingmen in his plot to ingest a dosage of cock-delivered injection fluid.  Froy strode up, his excitement at level 10.  “This is going to be so fucking dope, and I am so amped about my drip.”  He squealed, his heels rarely touching the marble floor. 

“Dude, I have never once seen you, when you should NOT be ‘amped about your drip’.  I have never even seen you wear the same piece of clothing twice.  Though, now that Ry’s gay, he may want you to take him shopping.”  Gav laughed, dodging Ry’s incoming fist.

“Ok, this is the club.”  Froy announced as they walked up the steps and entered the large building.  Off to the right was an empty dance floor, a long bar along the left wall with an “L” shaped area of seating, dead-ending against a brick wall recessed past the end of the bar. 

“Shouldn’t be too hard for you to spot him with hardly anybody in here.  Bet in another couple of hours this place will be busy.  Remember the coach wants us in our rooms by 10 tonight, with the big game tomorrow.  He will kill anyone who gets in late, so we have to be sure we get back in time.”  Gav counseled.

“There he is over in the corner.  He looks just like the photo Noah sent me, except with clothes.”  Suddenly blushing at providing TMI.  “Shit.  Look where he is sitting.”  The embarrassed jock quickly continued, not giving his teammates time to bust his balls.  “Hope I do not have to do the ‘awk-walk’ back.”

“You?  Ha ha funny.  Surely a walking-wet-dream like you has never had to do the awk-walk.”  Ry teased.

“Yeah, but I have gone out with you guys enough, so I have seen what it is like, when you get shot down by a hot chick and have to crawl away from her table, your swinging dicks between your legs.”    Froy giggled, then continued.  “The plan is, I go up, hit on him and hopefully go someplace close, to get his injection.  I will text you guys if I can, and let you know the scoop.  I am so fucking nervous.  This cloak and dagger slut-stuff has me bonin’ up big time.  I’m about to jizz my Versace’s.”  Froy squealed.

“Settle down, cum-whore.”  Gav said with a smile, his hands on the shaking studs’ shoulders, looking him sternly in the eye.  “You have a great plan.  Just stick to it and keep your focus. We are right here if you need us.  No gay guy like Lars is going to turn your smokin’ ass down.  You are hot as fuck.  Now go suck that blond jock’s balls dry.”

“Remember, ‘give him head to get in his head.’”  Ry added, too pleased at his quick wit, though getting an eye roll from Gav.

Froy slowly walked toward the hot Swedish jock.  He was not used to this.  Guys usually approached him, which made it worse, because he knew what Lars would be thinking.  He thought about how annoyed he would get, when his quiet time was interrupted, by some random girl or guy wanting to get in his pants.

“Can I buy you another glass of wine?”  Froy asked, instantly ruing his usage of the most tired pick-up line ever.

“No thanks.”  Sighed Lars without even looking up from his phone.

Froy’s confidence in his plan was fading fast.  He knew he had one last chance, if even that.  “Aren’t you Lars?  I did a photo shoot with Noah a beat ago.”

Lars set his phone down, a scowl on his face as his eyes swept up the jacked body, sheathed in impeccable threads, standing next to his bar stool.  His expression began to change as his head continued to tilt up looking at the most gorgeous young male specimen he had ever seen, making his lips part slightly and his tongue snake out, covering them in a sheen of saliva gloss.

“Yeah, I’m Lars.  You know Noah?”  His lips curling up into a warm smile, his deep blue eyes staring into the sparkling hazel-green pools of the hot stud in front of him, making the skin below his balls tingle.

 “We worked together and still keep in touch.  I’m Froy.”  Damn, he thought.  Should have used an alias. “I saw you in some of his photos and thought I recognized you.”

“Yeah, he posts too many pictures.  What brings you to Paris?”

“I am doing some work to build my brand, a lot of which is on camera, naturally.  How about you?”

“I’m here for the Hockey World Cup.  I play on Team Sweden.  Hey, I hate to do this to you, but I have a curfew coming up and have to be back in my room soon.  It is in the hotel right behind this place.   Would you like to come up?”

“Sure, I guess I have time.  You play hockey for Team Sweden?  That is so cool.” Froy said as he followed the blond adonis, marveling at how much they were alike.  They both had stunningly good looks, perfectly messy hair, full thick lips, crisp jaw lines, both 5’11” and wearing the latest fashion, that clung tightly to the most amazing hockey butt he had ever seen.  The only significant difference was Froy’s deep dimples, compared to the deep dimple Lars had on his chin.  As this was going through his head, he was texting Gav and Ry that all was going to plan so far, and he was heading up to the Swedes hotel room.

“Wow, your room has an awesome view, Lars.”

“You didn’t come up here for the view, did you Froy?”  The cocky Swede stated as he pulled Froy into a passionate kiss, not waiting for an answer.  Their lips crushed together as fingers searched for buttons, snaps, belts, anything needed to bare their ripped young bodies.

Froy looked into the blue eyes of naked teen as his hands slid down the V-shaped torso, till they gripped the firm mounds of the jocks bubble butt.  He slowly sank to his knees and sucked the Swedes 6-inch hard cock into his talented mouth, then deep into his throat.

“Oh yeah stud, suck that cock.  You are one talented cocksucker.  Fuuuucccckkkkk.”  He moaned as Froy began yanking the firm globes forward, crushing his lips into the trimmed blond pubes, fucking his face into the sweet-smelling jocks crotch.

Lars took the hint, grabbing two handfuls of hair and began thrusting his hips forward.  The blond was driving his cock all the way in and pulling it out, till the tip grazed the kneeling studs’ lips and then plunging it back in.  “I’M CUMMING!”  The Swede yelled pumping his load into the gulping mouth of the jacked stud he met fifteen minutes ago.

Before Froy could recover the Swede pulled him up into another passionate kiss, then dropped to his knees and sucked in the model’s 7” dripping cock, with the force of a shop vac.  The hot young stud had a lot of guys blow him, but none had the vacuum force of this talented ball drainer. 

In no time the horny American was about to erupt.  He felt his balls pull up, his cock swell and he rose up on his toes….’FUCK’, the imminently orgasmic young jock thought.  ‘He could not inject the Swede.’  He pulled his cock back and fired round after round of spurting cum all over the pretty face of the shocked hockey star.

“You kinky bitch, my first facial.”  The smiling young Swede said as he stuck out his tongue to lick in a gob on his lips.

“NO” yelled Froy in a much too loud voice.  “I like to, um, use my cum for lube, so, so you can fuck me.” Quickly taking his finger and squeegeeing the ample face cream off the Swede’s cum-coated face, into his other hand and then smearing, probing it into his ass crack and teen jock-pussy.

“I am totally ready to fuck your fine ass.  Though I have to admit, I have never fucked a stud who used his own ball-produced lube.  It is turning me on like a mo-fo.”  The horny young Swede pushed the Yank onto the bed in a spoon position, slid his cock into the cum slicked hole and began to pump.  He held the stud’s thick dark-haired thigh up as he slammed into his tight boy-hole.

“Fuck yeah.  Fuck me harder.  Slam that big cock into me.  Give me your load.  Breed me you hot fuck!”  Froy panted.

The Swede gripped the kid’s broad shoulders tightly as his slick body slammed into the hot American teen in rapid slaps, fucking to cum.  He screamed out and began depositing another load into the injection-plotting rival.

Lars lay on his back on the big bed and pulled Froy on top of him, locking their salty lips together.  He reached down and scooped some cum-leakage from the still panting American’s freshly fucked pucker and pushed it up into his own hungry opening, mirroring the lube used by the hot stud in his arms.

“That was so fucking lit. Your tight hole milked me dry.”  Lars gasped, pushing his fingers into Froy’s cum-filled tunnel, then pushing his dripping fingers into his own twitching opening.

“Like you, I lubed up my hole with your anal cum-ooze.  Fuck me, Froy.  Fuck me like a whore.”  Lars begged, as he wrapped his long fingers around the erect young cock and guided the hard spongy tip to his cum-lubed hole.

Froy felt his engorged rod against the hot Swede’s tight hole and his cock brain took over.  He pushed his powerful hips forward and buried his engorged tool to the hilt, driving a loud gasp from the prone blond.  “Fuck Froy, give me that big cock.  Fuck me harder.”

The overly aroused American obeyed the hot Swede and began to jackhammer the blond stud into the mattress.  It was the tightest stud-pussy he had ever fucked.  This fucking hockey player was milking his young cum-lubed cock with Kegel muscles that belonged on the biceps of a world champion weightlifter.  Lars would grip down on the thrusting cock and release, in like, two second intervals, driving the young fuck-machine to another colossal eruption.

Froy slammed into the prone blond again and again while frequently mauling and biting the gasping lips of the screaming stud below him.  He could feel the muscular blond thighs wrap around his slim waist pulling him in tighter, as the Swedes fingers dug into his broad back.  He felt his orgasm build, his balls pull up. 

“Breed me you hot fuck.  Drench my insides with your ball batter.”  Screamed the cock-hungry Swede.

The words brought the horny American back to focus.  He quickly pulled his cock out of the vise-grip like jock-cunt and flooded the blondes’ sweaty abs, and the crease of his pecs with a copious quantity of hot spurting and spurting and spurting, sperm cream.

Not wanting to repeat his earlier mistake, the motivated American lowered his head and quickly licked all his cum off the jacked boys’ abs, pecs and a spurt on his uncut cock.  Froy swallowed his fresh load down still basking in the afterglow of the strenuous fuck.  Lars looked up at the cum covered lips of the gorgeous stud and pulled Froy down for a cum-swapping kiss.

Before their lips could touch, Froy suddenly pulled back.  “I really should bounce.”  As he swiftly pulled on his pants left the room carrying his shirt and shoes, with two loads from the Swede injected into his jacked body and not drop of his cock-produced DNA in the now pissed-off Swede.

“You don’t hump and dump me, you arrogant prick!”  Lars yelled “Get the fuck out….” As the door closed with a bang, behind the hastily departing spy-stud.

 

Back at the club, Ry and Gav watched Froy leave with the Swede version of himself.  “Our boy is about to go take one for the team.”  Ry joked as they watched the two male underwear model-types leave out the back door of the club. 

“Ry!  Look who just walked in and headed into the restroom.  Was that who I think it was?”  Gav gasped in disbelief.

“Dude, wasn’t that the Swede’s top defenseman and their starting goalie?  I saw their pics with Lars, showing the top Swede line, posted on the tournament promo site.  I think the goalie’s name is Liam, and their star defenseman is #5 Mattias.  That fucker is 6’ 5.”

“Ry, come on.  Follow my lead.” As he followed the star Swedes into the large men’s room.

“Oh fuck.  Not this again.”

The wall of the restroom was lined with three, six-foot urine troths.  Liam was in the middle of the first and Mattias was in the middle of the second.  Gav moved right next to Liam, like almost brushing his arm, when he flopped out his 6.5” cock, openly staring at Liam’s 7 incher.

Taking a cue from Gavin, Ry did the same to Mattias staring at the defenseman’s thick uncut 8.5” pisser, interrupting his flow. 

Ticked off at the invasion of personal space and the obvious stares of the hot stud next to him, Liam growled to Gavin. “You like what you see, faggot?”

Gavin looked into the blue eyes of the rival’s goalie and licked his lips.  “Yeah, I do stud.”  He whispered.

“You hungry for cock too?”  Mattias sneered down at Ry.

“Hey, aren’t you two on Team Sweden?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“We are on Team USA.  We play you tomorrow.” Gav stated like he had just recognized the two, star players.

“You two fags are on the American team, and you’re in here trolling for cock?”  Mattias said with a smirk.   

“We were headed back to the hotel for curfew, when we saw you two hot studs come in here.  Coach said that we can’t be late, so you are our last chance to suck a foreign cock before we have to be back.”  Gavin pleaded.

“Ask nicely faggot.”  Mattias sneered.

“Please sir, can we suck your big cocks?”   Gav pleaded, looking at Ry who then pleaded as well.

What about it Liam?  We got two fags from Team USA wanting to worship our cocks.  What do you say?”

“Only if you sluts swallow.”  Liam added with disdain.

“We love sucking cock and being rewarded with a hot tasty load, that we get to gulp down, is icing on the cock, um cake, so to speak.”  Ry stumbled.

“Sit down in that stall and get your pretty mouth ready, fag.  I am about to fill your gut with a huge load.”  Mattias snorted as he pushed Ry backward into the first stall till the jock was seated on the toilet, his back pinned against the dirty tank.  “First you have to take what you interrupted slut.”  Gripping Ry’s hair tightly as the huge jock released the final long stream of piss into the shocked teen’s mouth, forcing the acrid liquid down the shocked jock’s throat.

“What the fu…mmmmuuuuffff.”  The trapped jock gurgled, his voice cut off as the 8.5” rod was slammed into his piss coated throat.  The beer-can thick tool bulged out his wide neck as it sought the entrance to the impaled jock’s stomach. 

The giant Swede gripped two handfuls of black hair as he ruthlessly fucked the tear-streaked face of hot American jock. “Grab them big balls boy and rub them on your chin, when I plunge into the hilt.  The better you do, the shorter the time I will take to decide if I will let you breathe.”

 

The next stall over had a similar scene playing out as the goalie stood in the same position face fucking the linemate of the throat sleeve next door.   “Your pretty red lips sure look good wrapped around my cock, Yank.  Bet you are hungry for my load, aren’t you whore?” 

 

“Fuck yeah you cum-slut!”  The big defenseman yelled, drowning out the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.  “Guzzle down that big load.”  he ordered, as he pumped his rich DNA into the jocks abused mouth.  “You are one talented cocksucker.  Can’t wait to slam your cum-filled guts into the boards tomorrow.”  He laughed as he slapped his slimy cock across both sides of the still air-gulping stud.  Zipping up he swung the stall door open wide and ran into a muscle-bound gym rat, staring at the hot, red-faced jock seated on the toilet, cum dangling from his chin.  “The slut’s talented mouth is currently taking loads.”  He pointed his thumb back over his shoulder to the still recovering, hot teen.

“Fuck yeah!”  The muscle stud exclaimed, stepped in shutting the stall door, and quickly dropping his pants.

“Dude, no, I do not wa….. mmmmuuuuuugggg.”  Ry started as the muscular hulk pinned him against the tank and pushed his semi-hard cock into his open mouth, easily overpowering the athletic jock in his seated position.  “I’m not going to last long, slut, I hope you are ready to swallow another load.”  Pumping his short fat cock rapidly in and out of the unwilling stud’s mouth.  “I’m cumming!  Aaaaahhhhh, fuuuuccckkkk!  Yeah, drink that load slut.  Ahhhhh, thanks.  I needed that.” The gym rat stated as he exited the stall, leaving Ry gasping for air again with another fresh load in his belly.

“Oh yeah!  I’m gonna blow!  Eat that shit fag!”  The goalie yelled as he pumped his load into the seated stud.  “You give awesome head bitch.  Wouldn’t mind using your mouth again.  Hit me up after the game tomorrow, you know, after we are done celebrating with the World Cup.  No way a team of homos like you can beat us.”  He sneered as he exited.

“That was intense.”  Gav began as the boys walked back toward the hotel.  “I have never felt like such a whore.  Sucking the cum out of a random guy I just hit on at the urinal.  I gotta admit, I’m chubbing up just thinking about it.  And you, did I hear you sucking off another guy in there besides the Swede?”

“Dude, first that big ass Mattias pinned me to the toilet and pissed in my mouth.”

“No fucking way!  Is that what is all over your shirt?”

“Yeah, and he pushed the rest down my throat when he crammed that plunger to the bottom of my esophagus.  Fuck that thing was thick.  It stretched my throat so much, I can probably eat an apple now without chewing.”  Mused the thoughtful jock, causing his roommate to burst out laughing.  “I’m glad you think this is funny.  I was still swallowing the Swede’s load when roid-boy raped my mouth.  Thank god his thick stump could barely reach my sore throat.”

“I’m sorry Ry.”  Gav said, through lingering snickers.  “At least we got the improvised mission accomplished.  Wonder how Froy is doing with Lars?”

“They went up to his hotel room, so I would guess he is still there.  He didn’t leave us more than 20 minutes ago.  Hope he gets his injection.  Having an injection from three of their top players could seriously give us an edge.  After what I just went through, we sure-as-fuck better beat those arrogant homophobes so we can shove that cup up their tight asses.”  Causing Gav to burst out laughing again.

“Hey, let’s bring Drew up to date.”  Gav said knocking on the door to Drew and Will’s room.

“Dude, let me change my piss-stained shirt first.”

“Who is it?”

“Gav and Ry.”

“Come in.”

“I have to change first, I smell like piss.”

“Come on you big baby.”  Gav smiled, grabbing the pouting studs’ arm and dragging him into the room.  The two jocks entered and froze.  There in front of them were the two room residents with not a stitch on.  Drew seated in an easy chair, Will laying across his lap looking up at the two shocked visitors, his face showing a state of pure bliss, as the defenseman’s hand landed again on his bright red ass cheeks.

“Ah, should we come back later?”  Stammered Gav.

“No, I am almost done disciplining the boy for sucking the maintenance guy’s cock after dinner.”

“You sucked him too.”  The whining boy protested, “and we didn’t even have to this time.”

“Do as I say, not as I do, boy.”  Drew growled, landing his hand down again on the firm red ass with a ‘smack’.

“Yes daddy.  I’m sorry daddy.”  Will whimpered, his cock at full mast.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time.  These two studs dropped by to administer additional punishment with their stiff rods.”  Drew said with a grin.

“I’d say this young ‘steer’ is getting a little well-done on his rump roasts.  We had better get him rotating around so he can cook on all sides.”  Gavin joked, remembering the farm boy’s confession, only knowing of a spit roast involving a hog or a steer.   The perpetually horny jocks quickly shed their clothes and lined up with the whimpering boy’s holes.

Gavin leaned down and slid his hard cock past his linemates red lips as Ry pushed into his tight hot ass.  They both began to thrust in and out of the kid, still laying across his discipliner’s lap, continuing to land sharp blows to Will’s tender ass.

“Ok men let’s get this steer spit roasted right.  We have to get this piece of muscle-meat turning on our spits.”  Gavin directed as he grabbed the cocksucker by his broad shoulders and began to lift.  Ry pulled up on the kid’s thighs and Drew rose from the chair, holding his roommate around the waist.

“Rotate to the right.”  The three young jocks began to turn the stud impaled on their thrusting cocks from both ends.  Gav turned the studs’ shoulders as he watched his hard cock slide in and out of the lips gripping his rod with impressive suction, while the owner of said lips, vibrated around his moving cock with loud moans.  He moved his right hand to the back of Will’s neck, lifting it up in an arc so he could drive his cock straight into the boy’s tight throat, sliding his slick taint down his teammate’s pointed nose.

At the midpoint of the ‘steer’ Drew had his hands under his roommate, supporting the boy’s weight with one hand on his sweat-slickened abs and the other across his firm, sculpted pecs, digging into the ecstatic boys left nipple with the middle fingernail of his right hand, pulling his torso around with the spit-turn, till his hands were now on the kids back.     

Ry grabbed the boy behind his right knee and lifted the muscular thigh till it was vertical.  He ducked his head under the rotating right calf till the hairy calves were now on either side of his head as he continued to pump into his grunting and purring linemate.

The rotating spit paused as Drew bent down to taste the hard brown nubs of the steer’s useless tits, sucking one aggressively into his mouth and raking the sensitive bump with his front teeth.  He reached over and grasped the jock’s heat-stretched scrotum.  The big stud squeezed and tugged at the big low hanging balls, making the pleasure-filled teen vocalize with more muffled screams.

By the third 360-degree rotation, the rods of the spit were dangerously close to a self-lubrication operation on the overheated holes they were twisting and pumping into.    

“I’m gonna cum!”  Ry warned, gripping the boy’s thighs to his chest.  “I’m about to season this prime beef with a gallon of BBQ cream-sauce.”  Slamming into the ‘steer’ harder and faster, matching the force and tempo Gav was delivering to the hockey jocks battered throat.

Sensing the impending orgasm of the two ripped jocks spit-roasting his boyfriend, Drew tilted the teen slightly toward him.  He wrapped his big hand around his and Will’s, leaking cocks and began to rapidly jack them together.

Gav tilted his head back feeling the pressure rise.  He wrapped his hands around Will’s muscular neck, his thumbs feeling his cock press into the tight throat, and the teens adams apple bobbing as the muscles milked his swelling cock.  The orgasmic young stud gripped the ‘steer’s’ neck tight and pulled back, while his muscular hips pushed his pulsating cock in deeper than possible, as stream after stream of rich jock cum gushed into the boy’s gullet, Gav’s pulsating asshole prodded by the helpless teens long-pointed nose.

Ry could hear his lover bellow out in ecstasy.  He looked at Gav’s drenched pecs, the whites of his eyes rolled back in his head and watched his jacked body jerk from each powerful pump of fertile seed into their teammates stretched throat.  The visual pushed him over the edge and had him yelling out as well.  “FFUUUCCCKKK, FUCK.  TAKE THAT CUM SLUT!”  As he filled the rotating-boy with his steaming jock batter.

Drew looked down at the two purple heads, slick with drippings, bulging out of his tight fist as he pumped.  Suddenly both piss slits gapped open, and the two hard cocks began to pulse in his pounding hand. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”  He yelled as the two fuck-rods began to blast spurt after spurt of arc-matching cum all over the boy’s athletic chest.

The three hockey studs collapsed to the floor in a tangled mess of sweaty muscles, while Will landed on his back on the ‘discipline’ chair gasping for breath, his head hanging off one side and his legs off the other, supported by his feet on the floor.  

His eyes glazed over he looked up at his linemates.  “I almost came when you crazy fuckers started turning me on your cocks like a side of beef.”  Will said in a dream-like state.  “That was so fucking hot, I think my balls pumped out next week’s cum and from the size of the puddles, Drew’s too.  Look at my chest.  It’s covered in a quart of cum.”

Gav and Ry looked at each other with a sly grin.  “Can’t let that injection fluid go to waste.”  The two jacked studs began sucking and licking the warm slop into their mouths and swallowing it down.

Drew looked at the spectacle in front of him, his two ripped teammates licking his and Will’s cum off Will’s jacked abs and his eyes drifted lower.  He saw a string of cum drop to the floor from between Will’s hairy crack.  The big defenseman moved forward and lifted up the teen’s legs.  “Take one each and hold them up while you guys give him his tongue bath.”  He said to the two confused tongue bathers, not to mention the confused tongue-ee.

The big stud took a globe of firm hockey butt in each hand and spread them wide, exposing a feast of cum-soaked crack-hair.  He leaned forward, licking and sucking at the kid’s coated crack, then plunging his long thick tongue into his roommate’s gapping boy-pussy.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?  OH GOD!  HOLY SHIT!  KEEP DOKEN LKDGGH FUGGG JEE!”  As the writhing, incoherent teen nearly fell from the chair, requiring all of Gav and Ry’s strength to keep their screaming linemate secure.  The two teammates still in shock watching the gorgeous defenseman gorge himself on Ry’s hot load, he was sucking out of Will’s freshly fucked, sensitive ass.

Having cleaned the young stud’s firm pecs with their tongues and listening to the boy’s vocal expression of pleasure from his roommate tongue-fucking Ry’s load out of his spasming ass lips, the two hot jocks looked at each other with a sparkle in their eyes and decided to keep the kid going.  They each bent down and latched onto the boy’s sensitive hard nipples, while Ry began to work the boy’s dripping cock. 

It wasn’t long before the teen, with three jock tongues working his flesh screamed out in pleasure as his athletic body arched backward.  The two linemates watched as their freshly cleaned jock-body was soiled in another splash of ball juice, from Will’s overworked, though still productive gonads.

“Damn Will, we just got through licking you clean.”  Gav teased as he and Ry began the tongue cleaning again, lapping up the warm semen, then sharing it in a snow-balling kiss.

The morning practice was very light, nothing like the grueling drills they were normally put through.  With the world cup game tonight coach let the boys off easy, resting them up for the big game.

“Didn’t really even need a shower after that practice.”  Ry laughed to Gav as he padded out of the shower toweling his black hair, his wet muscles glistening under the LED lights in the locker room.

“Dude, you should always….”

“Gav and Ry!  Coach wants to see you two in his office NOW!”  The assistant coach barked.

The two concerned studs quickly wrapped a towel and quickly made their way to the office.

“You wanted to see us?”

“Yes.  Shut the door.  You two have become the heart of this team.  You are my two best players.  The change over the last two weeks has been nothing short of remarkable.  You told me that you believe the injection experiment has really worked.”

“Yes coach.  We can feel it on the ice and off the ice too.  And like you said, after the first time it got a LOT better.”  Ry exclaimed with enthusiasm, then blushing brightly, looking over at Gav with his hand over his eyes looking at the floor.

“I want to learn more about your process.  Why don’t you give me a demonstration on how you two have been swapping DNA, something quick though, I got things to do.”  Coach instructed.

“Ah, like right now?”  Gav questioned with trepidation. 

“Yes, right now.”  Coach growled.  “You did it in here a couple of weeks ago and have been going at it like rabbits ever since, according to my information.”

“The quickest would be doing a 69.”  Ry added, looking at Gav for support.

“Why are you two muscle heads standing their talking?  Throw those towels on the floor and get at it.”  The old man barked with a hint of anger.

The ripped jocks, used to obeying their coach, dropped their towels and laid them on the office floor.  They got down on their sides and sucked the familiar, though soft cocks into their mouths.  The young studs hardened quickly and began to throat fuck each other.

“That’s it Gavin.  Swallow that big cock.”  Coach groaned placing his hand on the young jocks bulging neck, feeling Ry’s cock force it’s way in and out.  “Roll on your back Gavin.  Let the big stud fuck your throat, like you did his, a couple of weeks ago.”

Gavin rolled over on his back, Ry above him thrusting with more force, his big balls slapping against his eyes with each push.  Both boys turned on even more as coach gave them orders and encouragement on how to get their cocks in deeper and to fuck the others face harder.

“Now roll over on your back Ry and let Gavin face fuck you on top.”

The sweaty jocks rolled over again on the office floor, grasping each other tightly as their powerful hips bucked.

“Fuck his face harder Gavin.  That big stud can take it.  Crush his big lips into your pubes and pummel those throat muscles.”  Coach ordered, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his hand, his other hand inside his shorts as he looked down at his muscular teen players writhing around on his office floor, driving their hard young cocks into each other’s mouths.

He could see both their jacked bodies tense, the toes on their feet curl, both their ass cheeks clinch tight and could hear the muffled screams of orgasm.  Then he moved his head, looking side to side as he watched Gavin’s then Ry’s Adam’s apples bob up and down as they drank each other’s ample load.

The boys fell back on their backs, gasping in recovery looking up at their coach standing over them, pulling off his shirt, revealing a big hairy belly and hairy man boobs with large pink pointy tits.  “I think you boys were right.  Giving you my injection will really help you on the ice tonight.  Get up here.”  He ordered.

The two young jocks stood and looked at each other with questioning eyes.  Before they could move coach grabbed a fist full of hair on the back of each of their heads and mashed their faces onto his big soft pecs.  “Suck them tits while I get ready.”  He demanded as the boys began to suck in the big fleshy boobs, making the old man moan.

Gav could feel the grey hair around the big pink tit in his mouth as he sucked.  His smooth chest tickled with the long hairs on coach’s round belly pressing against his young muscles as he nursed the demanding man.  His shoulder pressed against Ry’s as his linemate sucked on the other side.

“Get down on your hands and knees Ryan.”  Coach ordered pushing the two sucking jocks off his tits with a ‘pop’.  “Now Gavin lay down on your back on top of Ryan’s back, shoulder to shoulder and lift your legs up on my shoulders.  Time for you to get my injection in your other hole so we can win this game.”  Coach said hungrily, while leering down at the two obedient hot jocks. 

The two studs immediately reacted to coaches’ orders and were in position, just as the coach finished lubing up his thick cock.  “You ready for my cock boy?”  Coach growled as he pushed up against the two nervous teens, his cock tight to Ryan’s hole as his large, calloused fingers dug into the boys hips.  His hairy biceps trapping Gavins vertical muscular legs to his big hairy belly and man-boobed chest.

Ryan could feel the thick knob pushed between his glutes, up firmly against his jock-cunt and the big fingers pulling back on his hips.  Suddenly coach thrust his hips forward and pulled back hard on the boy’s hips, burying his girthy cock deep into his players hot-tight pussy.

“FUCCKKKKKMMMMFFFFF!”  Ryan screamed in pain from the thick intruder, suddenly muffled by Gavins’s hand over his mouth, none of it stopping coach from his lustful thrusting into the jacked hockey stud.  It did not take long before the centerman was moaning in pleasure as the wide tool crashed into his prostate over and over again.

“Fuck coach, that feels so good.  Fuck me with that thick cock.”  Ryan barely got the words out of his mouth when he felt the big tool vacate his spasming hole, causing the teen to gasp at the sudden empty feeling. 

Coach straightened his knees raising his slick fuck stick up a few inches and lined it up with the waiting jock-pussy of the gorgeous teen looking up at him.  “You ready to take my cock into your tight hole boy?”

“Yes coach.  Stick me with that thick cock.  OH SHIT!  FUCK!”   Gavin yelled as he was brutally impaled.  “Fuck coach.  Fuck me coach.”  Gavin panted through gritted teeth, though his experienced ass was quickly adjusting to the pain from the girthy sphincter stretcher.

“Pinch those titties, Gavin.  I’m getting close.  I’m about to pump you bitches full of the gallons of DNA my big balls have produced since you two sucked me dry a few days ago.”

Gavin reached up to the fleshy mounds and pinched the sweaty, hairy nipples.  “Harder you fucking pussy.”  Coach barked in anger.

Gavin squeezed the long nubs harder, while palming the large mounds.  Pinching and pressing while his young ass was being pile-driven by his nearly out-of-breath coach.  Gavin’s sweat-slickened back sliding back and forth on Ryan’s wet back, with each aggressive thrust of the thick cock into his young body.

Coach pulled out of Gavin, bent his knees slightly and slammed back into Ryan, getting the aroused stud moaning again.  After about five thrusts he pulled out and drove back into Gavin.  He kept this up until the hot hockey boys below him brought him to a powerful orgasm.

“TAKE MY SEED BOY!”  Drenching Gavin’s bowels with two long blasts of hot coach-cum.  Quickly pulling out of the boy before the next spurt, he slammed back into Ryan just as the next rope of thick white fluid erupted from his wide cock, pumping four more spurts into the grateful teen.

 

“I don’t know about you bro, but I have a feeling that this time coach was less about injecting us, to help win the game and more about just fucking us.”  Ryan whispered as they walked toward the long-delayed bus to take them back to the hotel. 

“Right?  Did you see the look on his face while he was… Oh, yeah.  You were on the bottom.  But damn that old man can sure cum a lot.  I can feel it running down my thigh right now.”

“Is that what I smell?”  Joked Ry as he jumped on the bus, leaving a now self-conscious Gav staring at the open bus door.

“Come on man!  Get on the bus, you two have already made us wait long enough.”  Yelled Drew.  “What the hell was taking you two so long in coach’s office?”  The captain asked looking up at Gav’s red blushing face, taking a seat next to the similarly blushing Ryan.

“Coach wanted to be sure we were going to be ready for the game tonight.”  Gav offered.

“Yeah, he was really giving it to us.”  Ry blurted out, instantly horrified by his choice of words and causing Gav to begin to giggle-choke.

“Ok guys.  Maybe we should discuss this more later.”  Said a clearly suspicious Drew.

 

The first period of the World Cup Final was back and forth, end to end.  The Swedes were on top of their game, but surprisingly the Americans were right there with them.  At the end of the period, it was tied at one, after Will had drilled a perfect pass from Gavin, right through the startled goalies five-hole.

The second was the same way.  The guys on both sides were finishing their checks and things were getting more intense, if not a bit chippy.  The Swedes ended the period with a goal and led Team USA 2 to 1.

Halfway through the third period Lars deeked out the USA goalie and flipped a back-hand shot over the sprawled net minder, putting the Swedes up by two.

“Coach, we need a time out.”  Drew stated to coach in a deeply serious voice. 

“Guys listen up.”  Drew began, addressing the team huddled around the bench.  “I know you have all heard how the Swedes are a better team than we are.  If we played them ten times, they probably would beat us eight.  But these fuckers are not going to beat us tonight.  Stop thinking out there.  When you skate, you do not think about your legs moving, they just do.  That is how you need to feel about your linemates.  We have each other in us, part of us, one being out there on the ice.  Come on boys, let’s show these fuckers how to play hockey!”  Drew ended, to a large cheer from the guys.

Ryan’s line skated toward the faceoff circle and Mattias, the Swede Ryan had sucked off, glided up to him.  “Did your captain just tell the guys that you were going to blow them all, after you guys lose tonight?”  The big defenseman sneered.  “Probably be about the same amount of cum you gulped down from my big balls just yesterday.  You sure are a cum hungry fag.” 

Gavin, having overheard the conversation, asked the big Swede in a loud voice.  “Hey Mattie, are you trying to get my boyfriend in bed again?  Ref, will you tell this jack-wad to wait till after the game to ask this hot stud out?”  Causing some gasps and a few snickers from the guys around the faceoff circle, even a snort from the surprised ref, though Mattie’s face was purple, and it looked like his head was about to explode in rage.

Seconds later Mattias was in the penalty box for cross-checking Gavin, an unnecessary and stupid penalty, if one were to quote the furious Swede coach.

 “You OK babe?”  Ry asked as he skated along side Gav to the bench.

“Hell yeah.  That was awesome.  Did you see his face when I said he was trying to ask you out?  I must have struck a nerve.  You think he’s into you?”

“Gav you crack me up.  I am sure glad that I am no longer on the receiving end of your quick wit. Thanks for coming to my verbal rescue again.  You always come up with a great retort, while I stand there with my mouth hanging open.”

“After we put these fuckers away, I plan on taking full advantage of that open mouth, babe.”  Gavin said while rubbing the inside of Ry’s padded thigh on the bench just as the puck dropped.

Team USA made good use of the power play, scoring 50 seconds in.  Froy ripped a one-timer off a tipped ricochet pass from the D to Quinn, to Isaac who tipped the blistering puck to the goal scorer.  The crowd went wild.  The Swedes and even the refs stared in disbelief at the sic moves they had just witnessed.

The score 3 to 2 with only three minutes left in the game, the Americans were on fire.  Line after line Team USA put on a clinic in puck movement.  The boys moved around on the ice like a finely oiled machine.  It was poetry to watch, but they could not get the puck past Liam the Swede netminder.

With a minute left the Swedes moved the puck into the US zone.  Drew intercepted a pass in the front of the net and made a perfect break-out pass to Ryan.  It was a two on one.  Ryan and Gavin with Mattias as the defender.

As Ryan raced down the ice his mind was clear.  He already knew what Mattias was going to do.  He waited for him to commit and just as the defenseman’s struck forward in a lightning like strike, Ry flipped the puck to Gav at the far corner of the net.  Gav was ready with his stick raised high for the one-timer.  Liam slid across the crease in the classic butterfly, trapper mitt spread wide.

Gavin faked the one timer, bringing his stick down, moving the puck around the sliding goaltender and flipping it into the top corner of the net, tying the game.

His teammates on the ice mobbed him in a big pile.  The bench was going wild, the fans were screaming as the boys raced to the bench skating past the guys for the obligatory goal-scorer fist bumps. 

A few seconds later the horn sounded.  The period was over.  Sudden death overtime was minutes away.  The next goal would be scored by the winners of the World Cup.

“Gav, I could feel it.”  Ryan said excitedly.  “I could finally feel what Mattias was going to do.  It was bits and pieces though the game, but now it is just, I don’t know, really obvi.”

“Dude, I know exactly what you are saying.  It is the same with me and Liam.  I knew exactly what he was going to do.  Froy, get over here.”  Gav demanded adding the gorgeous hot stud into the huddle, including Will and Drew too.

“Sweet pass Ry.  Crazy deek Gav, you really….”

“Froy!  Listen.  Ry and I are feeling Mattias and Liam now, on a consistent basis.  I know you have not been on the ice a lot when Lars is out there, but do you have that, you know, feeling with him yet?”

“For sure.  It was strong all game, but like you said we are not on the ice together much.  Remember I got two injections from that hot stud.”  Froy added with a grin.

“Froy, focus,  I have a plan.”  Gav began.

“Oh shit, here we go again.  This is no time to blow the refs Gav.”  Ryan said with concern.

“Gawd, I love you Ry, but please just shut up right now.  Team Sweden will start the sudden death overtime with their best guys, which will include Lars and Mattias.  What if Froy replaced you on our line Will?  We would have three guys on the ice, with knowledge of the moves their best players were going to make, before they made them.  We could win this game on the first shift.  What do you say?”

“I am in, I can just sub for Froy on the second line.  That is if we need it.”  Will exclaimed with enthusiasm.

“I’ll go tell coach.”  Drew said as he made his way over to the coach.  The boys watched as their captain explained the plan.  Coach looked over and nodded his head.  The plan was a go.

The Swede coach and his assistant looked to be frantically discussing something as they watched Froy skate out with Gav and Ry to the face off at center ice for the start of overtime.  Pointing to players, trying to figure out why such a substitution would be made at such a critical time and what they should do about it.  The conversation continued till the puck dropped.

Ten seconds in, with the puck deep in the defensive zone.  Drew took possession away from the Swedes after a missed shot and began to skate up the ice.  Seeing Drew with the puck the three forwards raced up the ice.  Drew drilled a cross-ice pass right on Froy’s stick. 

Lars moved in at center ice to check Froy, but instead crashed into the boards where Froy was a split second earlier.  Froy snapped the puck over to Ry as he crossed the blue line.  It was like the last goal was being played all over again.  Ry got the puck past Mattias over to Gav, his stick half cocked again.

This time the netminder Liam hesitated and Gav one-timed the puck into the top right corner of the net.

The team exploded off the bench, gloves, sticks and helmets littering the ice as they raced to the net.  The euphoric teen jocks piled onto their ecstatic linemates in celebration.

TWO YEARS LATER

After the World Cup win, Froy was drafted by the LA Kings and played on their farm club.  He made good use of his mediocre acting skills and stunning good looks.  Everywhere in LA you could see his big hazel-green eyes looking down at you from a billboard showing his sculpted pecs, advertising ‘Stud, cosmetics for real men’.  He had signed on with a male-cosmetic start-up that was really taking off.

When the Kings announced that they were moving the openly gay player from the farm club, up to the NHL team, the press was all worked up and frothing at the mic.  They surrounded former Kings’ player Wayne Gretzky and began to pepper him with probing questions.  “How would this affect the team dynamics?  Would it change things in the locker room?  Would the other players shower with him?”

“Look, guys.”  Wayne finally said, raising his hand to quiet the hoard.  “Have you seen this kid on the ice?  He is the hottest player I have seen in a long time.”  Then added with a smirk.  “Has mad skills too.”  The ‘controversy’ over, headlines through out the hockey world read; “Hottest player I’ve seen in a long time.”  ‘The Great One.’

 

Drew was drafted by the Chicago Blackhawks and earned his spot on the team right away.  He was the youngest defenseman in their history and was making bank.  Will was drafted by the Detroit Red Wings and was on their farm club the Griffins, in Grand Rapids, MI.  They lived in a large house in Grand Haven, thirty minutes from Will’s rink, on a wide sandy Lake Michigan beach.  Drew would take the short flight to Chicago as needed or stay in the team apartment downtown, when the team had multiple games or practices.

Rumors were that Will would be moving up to the Wings soon.  His line had greatly improved since he joined the Griffins.  People were amazed on how well the line worked together.

It was late June, the NHL season was over and the boys were back from their second trip to ‘The Camp.’  A late-morning warm breeze was blowing in from the big lake, making the west facing curtains billow out into the huge master suite.

“I will never get tired of your big cock.”  Will said as he toweled off, looking lovingly over at his jacked boyfriend, pulling on his trunks.  A smile crossed his face as he padded over, his young cock sticking out straight, as he pressed it into the stud’s tight crack and ran his hands up and down Drews muscular abs.

“You are incorrigible.”  Drew laughed.  “I doubt your hole has even closed up, from the pounding I just gave you.  Damn I love fucking you.”  Drew smiled and pulled him into a kiss.  “Though we were kind of loud.  I didn’t realize that we left the windows open.  Dude, stop groping me or we are never going to get our run down the beach in.”

Drew and Will walked out onto the sunny beach.  In front of their house two young boys whose parents had a cottage down the beach, were finishing off a large, quite intricate sandcastle.  “Wow guys.  That is one awesome sandcastle.”  Will stated, looking down at the big structure. 

“Thanks, Will.”  The older boy said.  “You guys off on your run?”

“Yep, we sure are.”

“Where’s your daddy?  Is he visiting?”  The younger boy asked with innocence.

“What do you mean?”  asked a confused Will.

“I heard you yelling daddy earlier, but I have not seen him?”

Will’s face turned scarlet as red-faced Drew handed the boy’s a $20.  “Why don’t you boys go get yourselves an ice cream.”

“Thanks Drew,” they both yelled as they raced down the beach to the ice cream truck.

“We really have to keep those damn windows shut or find some random convenience store clerk to cock-fill your noisy oral hole.”  Drew teased while running off down the beach.

“You fucker.”  Will laughed chasing the hot stud down the beach.

 

Gavin was drafted by the New York Islanders and Ryan by the New Jersey Devils.  They had both signed lucrative contracts weeks after the World Cup.  They lived together in the city and had started an annual NHL camp.  The camp started right after the Stanley Cup playoffs finished and lasted for one week.

Both guys had greatly improved their lines performance shortly after joining the team.  The league noticed and other players began asking them what the secret was.  The players were even more curious after what they had seen when Team USA beat the superior Swedes in the prior year’s World Cup.

They had so many requests that the two young studs decided to rent a small resort on an island off Jamaica.  They invited any NHL player, who along with a linemate or two, wanted to improve their non-verbal communication on the ice.  The camp was titled ‘How to Play as One.’  They recruited Drew, Will and Froy as trainers. 

Gavin would start out telling the straight hockey studs, many desperate, fearing they were about to be demoted, how players would do something very uncomfortable to improve their game.  He would use the analogy of sitting in an ice bath after a hard workout, to help overheated muscles.  

After the welcome meeting they had the linemates meet for private in-room talks, much like they did back at the World Cup.  They had the campers play beach volleyball or field hockey to show that the injections were working. 

By the second year they had so many players sign up for the camp, they had to rent a much larger resort on the island, as word spread on the success of their program.

Ry, Gav and Froy were walking toward the meeting hall, when they heard; “Hey Froy. Wait up.”

“Lars?”  Froy gasped, looking at Ry and Gav with suspicion.  “What are you doing here?”

“These two teammates of yours can be pretty convincing.  I couldn’t get any of my linemates to come, but they said I could buddy with you.”

“Dude, I am so sorry about what happened in Paris.  Please let me make it up to you.  I do not have a class for a couple of hours.  Can I buy you a drink at the in-pool bar?”

“Only if you show me the view from your room after.”  Lars said with a flirty smile.

“I will show you to my room, but it will not be for the view.”  Froy said cockily as he pulled the hot Swede into a passionate kiss. 

“Let’s hope this means no more late-night phone calls and texts from that hot stud swooning over his missed chances with Lars in Paris.  How he had to be a jerk to the guy of his dreams by leaving the angry Swede in that hotel room before the big game.  How it was the ultimate case of taking one for the team.  How he was sure Lars could have been his soulmate but was convinced the adonis would never talk to him again after his classic hump and dump.”  Gav mused as they walked into the conference center.

Ryan smiled as his boyfriend began to address the crowd in the resort meeting room.  “Sometimes we put our bodies and / or minds through a lot of pain to attain and keep this life-long dream of playing in the NHL.  Sometimes this pain can turn into pleasure.  But either way, we have all been there, when it is time to take one for the team.”  He began.

THE END