The Freshman Hockey Player

The walk back to the dorm was a cold one. The wind had picked up and with the dampness in the air, it blew the chill right thru him. Justin could not believe Kiley had set him up to be raped by the two football players. While she watched? What did he ever see in that bitch? Now he had to deal with the fact that both Levon and Derik wanted to fuck him again. The thought made his cock twitch.

He climbed up the stairs of the dorm, taking the steps two at a time. He could feel his slick ass cheeks from the cum dribbling out of his well fucked pussy, as he bound up the stairs. “Sure hope there is not a wet spot back there” he thought as he rounded the last flight. Justin reached the door to his room, glad he had not run into anyone and anxious to get into the shower.

He entered the room and took off his coat. “Hey.” Startled, Justin turned to see a shirtless Kyle, sitting on his bed with his open laptop. “What have you been up to?” Kyle asked. Justin immediately felt the color spreading across his face. What would Kyle think of him? If he had seen him a half hour ago, being spit roasted by two big football hunks, while his ex-girlfriend watched. He quickly turned toward his bed, “not much.”

“Damn, did this hot stud ever wear a shirt?” he thought. Wait, what? Hot stud? What the fuck? He could not think of Kyle that way. They were roommates. He had to get control of himself. His cock was getting hard and cum was now running down his leg, from the large deposits recently pumped into him. “Gotta jump in the shower” Justin said, his voice cracking.

With classes and hockey practice every day, the short week was going by quickly. The three guys from the cabin didn’t rib him too much on the ice or in the locker room. Blake winked at him a few times and Caleb blew him a kiss, both of which, caused him to blush profusely, to their great amusement. Hunter had to one up them. He came out of the shower and when no one was looking, opened his towel and pushed his soft cock into Justin’s face, as he was tying his shoe. Justin’s tongue quickly lapped at the soft head, forgetting where he was, his face turned crimson. Hunter stepped back with a shocked look on his face. He looked over at Blake giving him a knowing smile and pointing down at the ashamed freshman.

Justin could not believe what he had done, right there in the locker room, where anyone on the team could have seen him. He walked out of the rink into the cold with his head down. He rounded the corner of the building, planning to take a short cut through the trees back to his dorm. He had just entered the trees when he saw a person in the shadows ahead of him. “Hey fresh.” He recognized the voice. It was Hunter. “Hey” he replied. “What was hunter doing here? How did he get out of the rink before him?”

As he got close to his teammate, he could see him smiling with those huge dimples on his handsome face. Hunter put his arm around Justin’s neck and pulled him over behind a big red oak. “Damn boy, you must not be getting enough cock. You got me all hard, licking me in the locker room, with all the guys right there. Figured I might as well meet you out here and give you what you want. Now get on your knees and let’s make this quick. My nuts are full and I know you’re thirsty” Hunter laughed, as he pushed the winger to his knees.

“Someone will see us,” Justin croaked, trying to get out of giving head in a public space. Hunter already had his dripping cock out and pushed the slick head forward, parting the kids lips, but stopping at his clenched teeth. “Open your cock sucking mouth, now!” Hunter demanded. “The longer you wait, the more likely you’ll be seen servicing my dick.” Justin could not argue with that logic and the hot cock felt so good between his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed the hard shaft all the way down. “Aaaaahhhhhhh” a surprised Hunter groaned as the freshman deepthroated him to the base. “Eager little fucker, aren’t you?” Not wanting to be discovered, Justin used all his talents to finish the hot stud as fast as he could. “Damn your mouth is fucking talented, boy. I’m not going to last long, so I hope you’re ready for a big load.” Justin felt hands gripping his hair as his 22-year-old teammate began to forcefully face fuck him. “Oh, yeah,” Hunter cried out as he pulled the teens face tight to his crotch and unloaded three days worth of gonad production, straight into the boy’s gut. He kept pumping out load after load, slowly withdrawing his pulsating cock, filling the kids mouth, with the last two spurts landing on his lips and across the bridge of his nose.

Justin gulped down the load of hot cream in his mouth and licked the gob off his red lips. Hunter’s cum had such an awesome flavor to it and the creamy texture felt so good on his tongu….. What the hell was he thinking? Enjoying the taste of cum? What was happening to him? Had he really just cum in his pants from giving head in public? He was so flustered, he jumped up and started running. Hunter yelled after him, “Thanks for the blow job, slut.” Not caring who could hear and embarrassing Justin further.

It didn’t take long for the teen to run down the path and up the stairs to his dorm room. He closed the door and stood with his back to it, trying to catch his breath. “Hey, I thought I heard you come in,” said Kyle in his usual basketball shorts and no shirt, walking in from the shared bathroom. “Somebody chasing you?” he chuckled as he walked up to the freshman. Justin was finally getting his breathing under control. “Nobody, just thought I’d run back from the rink.” He said as he took off his coat and tossed it on his bed. Kyle moved up closer to him looking concerned as he stared at Justin’s face. “Dude, what is that on your nose?” he said incredulously.

Justin thought he would die right there. His face went from bright red to ghostly white. He had been so flustered trying to get out of there, that he forgot to wipe Hunters cum off his nose. “Let me take a look”, he said as he brushed past Kyle and ducked into the bathroom. “Bro, you smell like cum.” Kyle said to the closed door. Justin was panicking. Shit, he had cum on his face and his pants were soaked with his own orgasm, from the thrill of blowing Hunter in public. ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” what was he going to do? “Ha ha, I guess I snotted on myself when I was running back in the wind and cold.” Said Justin through the closed door. “Sorry, bro. It’s kind of embarrassing. Think I’ll just get a quick shower.”

The team had a three day, after Thanksgiving regional tournament, that weekend and Justin was looking forward to it. He kinda wanted to avoid Kyle anyway, as he could not look him in the eye. He knew in his gut that Kyle thought something was up.

The team bus pulled into the hotel parking lot just after noon. It was snowing again, so the trip had taken longer than normal, on the slick roads. All four teams were staying at the large hotel, though they hardly made a dent in the huge place. The players all got their room assignments and dispersed to get settled in. They needed to get a quick lunch and get ready for their first game tonight.

“Oh crap my phone.” Justin said. He ran out the door and up to the bus. Thankfully the driver was still there, closing up the luggage doors. “I think I left my phone on the bus,” said the winger “Can I take a look?” “No problem” said the driver. He bounded up the steps and walked down the narrow aisle. Halfway back the bus, on the seat sat his phone. “Oh, thank god.” Justin sighed. Relieved, he grabbed the phone and hurried off the bus.

As he rounded the corner of the bus, he ran smack into a player from another team. He was the captain from the “C” on his team jacket. Justin could not believe his eyes. In front of him stood the most gorgeous stud of a man he had ever seen. He must have been about 6’ tall, with about the lightest blond hair possible. He had dark, almost black eyebrows and the most amazing chocolate brown eyes and square dimpled chin. Justin stood there with his mouth open, staring at the hot stud. “What the hell man, you almost knocked me over. Pay attention douchebag!” the hot stud snapped. This brought Justin out of his daze. “Sorry, man. I uh, really uh, I mean I didn’t see you.” “No shit Sherlock. Watch where you’re going next time. Your team must really suck having players like you, that are blind and stupid.” Barked the angry player as he huffed away. Justin’s eyes were drawn to the painted on skinny jeans hugging the studs perfect hockey butt.

Justin took the elevator up to the 17th floor. He walked down to his room at the end of the corridor. Just then it hit him. He didn’t even know who his roommate was. He missed that info when he rushed back to the bus to get his phone. He was the only freshman on the team, so it would most likely be a sophomore. He swiped the key card and pushed open the door. There laying on the bed was Blake. “Hey slut, what a coincidence, eh?” Justin heard the door close behind him. “I know you probably want to get on my cock, but the team has to be down in the restaurant in 10 minutes. Hunter told me how you practically mauled him, so you could guzzle down his load, after practice yesterday. I knew a cum slut like you couldn’t make it a week without needing some man juice.” Justin was shocked, embarrassed and aroused by what Blake said. “How had he got this room assignment,” he wondered. “Did Blake request it?” His cock pushing hard against the fabric of his pants. “Damn, little slut” said Blake looking down at the bulge in the teen’s pants. “I know you are excited to get my cock in all your holes but, knock that thing down. We have to bounce and meet up with the rest of the team. You really are cute when your face is bright red like that.” Blake laughed as he walked out the door.

The bus got the team to the rink a little after seven, for their 8pm game. Justin always got that knot in his gut before a game, even more so for an important game like this. He laced up his skates, pulled on his shoulder pads, jersey and helmet. He was ready to go. It was always a great feeling stepping through the gate and onto the ice surface. Feeling the cold air hit your face as you picked up speed, gliding effortlessly around the oval ice.

The puck dropped and the game was underway. Justin was on the second line and was ready to jump over the boards, as the winger he would replace had been on the ice for 45 seconds already. The whistle blew for an offsides. Justin jumped the boards and skated over to his position. He looked at the opposing team lining up across from his line. Justin and his opposing winger, lined up as they both looked toward the centermen. The two centers were set, waiting for the ref with the puck. Just as the freshman looked at the other teams’ center, he turned his head and they made eye contact. “Holy shit!” Justin thought. It was the gorgeous guy he crashed into by the bus at the hotel. How was it possible he looked even hotter in hockey gear?

The game was a close one and both teams were really laying on the body checks. The score was 2 to 2. There was less than a minute left in the game. The top line was on the ice for the face-off, including Hunter at center and Blake on right defense. Seconds later the right winger took a hard hit and limped to the bench. Justin cleared the boards and raced toward the right-side boards. Blake, behind his net, saw the speedy winger crossing the ice and hit him with a perfect pass. Hunter saw the play before it happened and was breaking up the ice with Justin. The winger saw Hunter’s move and hit him with a quick pass, just as he avoided a hit from the other teams defenseman. Justin and Hunter now had a two on one, with just one D back between them and the goalie. Hunter crossed the blue line with the puck and Justin used his explosive speed to charge to the side of the net. Hunter placed a perfect pass, right between the legs of the lone defenseman and Justin drilled the puck into the top corner of the net, over the sprawling goalie. Justin had the game winning goal.

With the first game of the tournament in the bag, the team was in high spirits on the bus back to the hotel. Justin had lots of congratulations and high praise from his coach and teammates and he beamed with pride. The coach allowed the team to hang out and celebrate a little while, before telling them it was time for lights out.

Blake and Justin walked down to their room at the end of the hall. Once inside, Blake walked up to the freshman and embraced him. He looked down at the boy’s face. “Nice job fresh. Your speed got us the game today. I’m really proud of you.” With that Blake pressed his lips against the lips of the surprised teen and passionately kissed him. Justin melted at the tender embrace of his older teammate and kissed him back, rubbing his hands up and down the muscular back of the defenseman. Blake reached down and pulled the shirt off the freshman as they continued to make out. Justin unbuttoned Blakes shirt and pulled it off the wide shoulders of the big stud.

Just then there was a knock on the door. “Lights out” said coach. “Ok” said Blake. “Looks like we don’t have a lot of time.” said Blake as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. He pushed on the teens shoulders and the boy dropped to his knees. He could see the hard cock tenting out the boxer briefs that the senior was wearing. Justin began mouthing up and down the stiff member through the fabric of the briefs. “Aaaaaannnnngggghhhh” Blake moaned, feeling the boy’s lips munching on his rock-hard cock. He grabbed the back of the winger’s head and pushed his face into his crotch, thrusting his hips forward, rubbing the hard flesh all over the kids mouth, chin, nose and cheeks.

Blake slipped his thumbs under the elastic of his Fruit of the looms and slid them down. His cock sprang out splattering pre cum across the hungry boy’s cheek. Justin stroked the big tool as he sucked in a testicle. “Slut, you better get to it. We don’t have much time before coach knocks on the door again and I need to empty these balls. You ready to drink my cum, fresh?” “Yes sir” replied Justin as he took the big rod in his mouth, licking and sucking and throat fucking the big boy to an intense orgasm. Blake pulled his softening cock from the sucking mouth of the boy. “Damn, kid. You really are the best cocksucker I have ever had. Wish we had time, I’d sure like to breed that tight ass of yours too, but we have another big game tomorrow and coach will kill us if we don’t get to sleep.

Justin lay in bed, listening to the big stud breath in the other bed. He wished he was spooned up against the big muscular pecs and warm body of his teammate, but Blake had said he needed to sleep. He knew that if the smaller stud was in bed with him, he would have to fuck the shit out of him all night long. That would cost them in the game the next day. Justin was still so hyped up from scoring the game winning goal, tasting Blakes cum again and listing to him sleep, that he was wide awake.

After tossing and turning for a couple of hours, Justin thought “screw this.” He put on a T-shirt, shorts and some flip flops. He took the elevator down to the third floor. It was close to 1:30AM so no one was in the large weight room. He swiped his room key and walked in. He saw the machine he wanted, back to the left, in a small area, tucked behind where you walk in. It was a spot not visible through the glass wall or door. Justin was just building up a sweat when he heard the familiar “click” of the door being unlocked by a key card.

“Who would be coming in here this time of night,” he thought. He could see the back of a man walking into the room. He had a very athletic build, wearing a tank top, shorts and leather flip flops. He had very light blonde hair. Just then the machine Justin was pulling down on squeaked and the man turned to look. It was him. The hockey stud god from the team they had just beat. Justin stopped what he was doing and stared, mouth agape at the beautiful stud in front of him. The arm holes in his tank top were huge, so they showed off the Greek god body and brown tan on the handsome hunk. Justin’s eyes roamed down from the small dark brown tits, the sculpted pecs, the perfect 8 pack, with super light dusting of short blond hair. His eyes came to rest on the decent sized bulge, formed by the thin material of the dark blue shorts.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked. Justin looked up, realizing that he was staring at the studs cloth-covered cock. “Ah, sorry man. I was thinking you look familiar,” he lied. “Hey, aren’t you the kid who scored the game winning goal against us tonight?” “That was me” Justin said nervously. “Sweet move, man.” Name’s Austin. “Nice to meet you Austin, I’m Justin.” As they shook hands Justin felt like Austin held his for longer than normal. That and the fact that Austin was the hottest guy he had ever seen, had his cock growing to its own agenda. “What are you working on?” Austin asked. “Just working on my arms a little. I couldn’t sleep.” “Want me to spot you?” “Ok, sure.” Said the freshman.

Justin was sitting, legs on either side of a bench, pulling down a bar on a pully, to work his arms. It was not the type of workout one would need a spotter, but if Austin wanted to help, he wouldn’t turn him down. Justin continued pulling the bar down, when he felt the heat of a body behind him. Austin straddled the bench too and slid up behind the sweating freshman. Justin felt Austin’s chest brush against his back, his thighs ever so lightly touching his glutes. Austin’s hands were now on the bar, right next to his, touching his. He could feel the warm breath on his neck as he kept slowly bringing his arms down and then letting the machine pull them back up.

His breath was becoming ragged and his cock was producing a wet spot on his shorts. “I asked you a minute ago if you liked what you saw. You know, when you were staring at my cock” Austin breathed into Justin’s ear. “I wasn’t…” Justin started to say. “Shhhhhhhh now” Austin had his lips right on Justin’s ear and his index finger on his the teen’s lips. “No use saying what isn’t true. This is giving you away” Justin felt Austin’s other hand grasp his hard cock. “Aaaaaaggggghhhh” Justin moaned. “I saw your eyes begging for me when you ran into me at the bus and again every time you looked at me on the ice. Tell me you want my cock inside of you.” Austin whispered as his tongue licked Justin’s ear.

Justin thought his cock was going to rip right out of his shorts. He had never been so hard and so horny. “I want your cock inside of me.” Justin moaned. “Beg for it.” Justin was beyond caring about anything, except having this gorgeous studs cock pumping cum into his young body. “Please Austin, I need you to put your cock in me. I need you to cum in me. I need to taste your cum in my mouth and down my throat.” Justin panted.

Austin knew he had the kid right where he wanted him. “Get your clothes off’ he commanded. Justin quickly complied. Though he could not be seen from the hallway outside the weight room, just the thought of being naked in the weight room was turning him on even more. Austin lowered his shorts showing his 8” cock. Not real thick, but with a slight upward curve and dark red head. Justin licked his lips when he saw Austin’s cock. “Beg some more, slut.” “Please sir, may I suck your cock? May I lick your pre-cum off the tip? Please sir, I’m told that I am the best cock sucker on my team.” What did he just say? Why did he say that? What the fuck was wrong with him.

“So you have a lot of cock suckers on your team, do you?” laughed Austin as he stepped forward. “Get to work faggot.” He sneered. Justin didn’t care, he leaned forward and sucked the beautiful cock into his warm mouth and down his throat. He began to show the hot stud his talents. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh” Austin moaned. “You are talented boy. Suck that cock. Get it all wet and slimy.” He gave 5 quick hard thrusts, burying his cock each time in the teens throat, before pulling out. Justin looked up at this god’s sneering face in confusion. “Put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out” barked Austin. Justin did as he was told, his legs trembling as he knew what was coming. Austin moved up behind him and kicked the winger’s legs apart. He lined his slimy cock up with the freshman’s hole and pressed the tip against the boy’s rose bud. “Please fuck me sir” Justin begged, not waiting to be asked this time. “Please breed my pussy sir” Austin slammed his cock in with one hard thrust. It caught Justin off guard. “Aaarrrrrggggg, oh god” he cried. “Give me a minute to adjust.” “Shut the fuck up faggot. This is for my pleasure, not yours.” Austin put one arm around Justin’s throat and the other around the trim waist of the teen as he began to slam fuck the boy. The fucking was violent, more assault than sex, as the freshman fought to keep on his feet and struggled to breathe.

“You think you can lust after me with no consequences? You think you are good enough for my cum? How dare you come on to me you filthy slut. You fags are all alike. I’m going to teach you a lesson, you won’t forget.” Austin continued to slam his cock into the boy, pushing the teen up on his tip toes with each powerful thrust. Austin reached around and grabbed Justin’s nipple and pinched as hard as he could, causing the boy to cry out. Austin placed his other hand over his mouth to stifle the screams, as he twisted and pinched like he was trying to tear it off. Justin felt the cock pounding in him swell larger and then the warm feeling of his ass being seeded with another stud’s sperm. Austin said nothing as he bred the whimpering boy. He just pulled out of him.

Justin was still leaning over, hands on the wall holding him up as tears ran down his face. Austin walked up to him and drove his knee into Justin’s stomach, dropping him to the ground, gasping for air. He reached down and grabbed the cowering boy by the hair and shoved his dirty cock in his mouth. “Clean that up” he snarled. Justin was still trying to catch his breath, while sobbing from the violent fuck as the cock in his mouth was starting to harden again. Austin was standing over the freshman, whose legs were under him, half kneeling half sitting. After being kneed in the stomach he was now backed into the corner of the room, behind the machine he had been working out on. The cock in his mouth was hard now and the owner of said cock was driving it into his mouth with force. His mouth was being fucked so hard that his head was being driven into the corner with violent impacts. Justin tried to push back on the powerful thighs, but in his position, he could get no leverage. The thrusts were coming faster and faster, harder and harder. Justin thought he was going to lose consciousness. His head was hitting the wall so hard, he thought he heard the drywall crack, more than once.

The cock in his mouth began to spurt out the seed of his abuser. Austin laughed as he pulled his spurting cock out and covered the boy’s face with cum. He gripped Justin by the hair as tears rolled down the winger’s face. “Open your mouth” he commanded. Justin sobbing softly, did as he was told. He then heard Austin hack one up and spit it into his open mouth. “Swallow that down, you piece of shit.” Justin swallowed down the gob of slime, totally demoralized and in pain. Then, out of nowhere he felt a sudden blow, as Austin’s fist connected with the side of his face. He fell to the ground, unable to defend himself. Austin pulled up his shorts and before he turned to leave, he wound up and kicked the fallen teen in his already tender stomach, knocking the air out of him again.

Justin lay alone, naked on the floor gasping for breath. He could feel his eye swelling and his head pounding. His stomach felt like it had been pushed up under his rib cage and his tit felt like it had been ripped from his chest. He pulled on his clothes and struggled to stand. He made his way through the empty corridors of the hotel and up to his room. As he quietly walked into the room, he forgot about the auto door closure and the door slammed shut with a bang. “What the fuck are you doing up” said Blake groggily. “Coach is going to kick your ass, if he finds out you are out and about this late.”

Blake could hear the soft sobs and sounds of pain as Justin lay down on his bed. “Dude, what’s going on?” Blake said softly as he turned on the lamp. “Holy fuck, bro! What the hell happened to you? Are you Ok” Blake could see the black eye still forming on the young stud. He could also see that the kid was in pain, curled in the fetal position, fully clothed on top of the covers. Blake moved onto Justin’s bed, he could see the cum on the boy’s face. “Who did this to you?” Blake said, his voice cracking.

Hearing the concern in Blake’s voice, overcame the boy with emotion. He began to sob uncontrollably, his body shaking, tears rolling down his face again. “I met a guy in the weight room” he choked. “He was real nice and offered to spot for me. One thing led to another. I thought he liked me.” Justin sobbed. “He then beat me up, called me a dirty faggot.” “Do you know who he was?” Said Blake seething with anger. “He was the captain of the team we beat tonight.” Said Justin, crying softer now. “Mark my words fresh. He is going to pay dearly for touching my boy. He picked a fight with the wrong team.”

Blake got up and brought a warm washcloth to clean the blood and cum from Justin’s handsome face. He put some ice in a towel and held it on the boy’s swollen eye. He put Justin under the covers and spooned up behind him. Justin held on to the big strong arm that laid across his chest, making him feel safe, the big hand tenderly stroking his face. The warm muscular body and strong chest, breathing in and out, in and out, quickly sent him to a deep sleep, while Blake plotted life altering revenge.