I was excited that hockey league was starting back up. Even with the extra time devoted to practices and games, I was in my element.
I got closer to Kyle White that fall. My housemate and I were having sex pretty regularly as part of the House Bottom arrangement. He wasn't my type physically, and I wasn't his type when it came to dating. White was the kind of smart, cultured dude who wanted an even smarter, more cultured dude for a boyfriend. Someone not me. But the sex helped us bond beyond the different personalities, and we became tighter friends.
So hanging out with the team, it was me, my bud Zach, and Kyle as the Three Musketeers.
Kyle was low-key crushing out on one of the new guys on the team. Grant was his age, more openly and proudly gay than me, but he'd played hockey at a smaller liberal arts school. Cute as fuck, but the guy already had a boyfriend.
Zach was in domestic bliss. I kept waiting for the honeymoon period with his partner Daniel to abate, but I was glad that it was still going strong for him.
I considered myself in a steady state, not ready to date and just enjoying the no-strings sex around the Frat House. And there was a lot. I had my standing Tuesday nights shacking up in Alex's room, which usually involved getting fucked twice. The new guy, Mark, didn't partake too much, but he'd hit me up a couple of times.
Kyle was settling into the fun of having a house bottom for release, and I took care of him about three times a week now, though I was sucking his dick more as a change of pace.
It was feast or famine with John Harris. He had a stretch of work travel once the summer was over, but a few weeks later, he hit me up for a nice session with making out, foreplay and rimming, then a hard fuck. It was perfect. Then the next night, he sheepishly asked if I'd be interested again. I was. I didn't tell the other guys, but Harris was hands down the best top in the House.
So I had my hands full and wasn't looking for more. Only the other new player on the team caught my eye. Rick Malone, a middle aged ex-player, who'd been a big-shot forward at Cornell. Marriage and kids and coming out had gotten in the way of his conditioning, maybe, but he still played rec hockey over the years and still was a great player.
Something about the man attracted me. He wasn't my normal type, exactly - early 50s, balding with shortly buzzed hair for what remained. He stood about 5'10", his build packed with strong, compact muscle for a dude his age. Maybe Zach's eyes for hockey dads was wearing off on me.
"What do you think of Rick?" I asked Zach one night after a game. We were gathered in our usual hangout bar. Kyle had begged off, so it was just me and Zach talking.
My question got a surprised reaction. "You going for the daddies now, Powers?"
I laughed. "I don't know. Thinking of trying one out." I'd hooked up with Drew, an older guy who used to play on the team, but that felt like a one-off. My eyes were now on Rick who was standing across the bar, changed back into his button-down shirt and dress trousers from work. He gave off vibes of a gay version of the Stabler character from Law and Order. Power posture, big chest stretching his dress shirt, legs spread some as he talked and held his beer.
"You should. Just don't hurt his feelings."
Zach could be strangely protective of older men.
"What do you mean?" I asked, laughing.
He looked over at Rick then back at me. "A lot of younger guys want the ego boost, then they dick around the older guy."
"It doesn't go both ways?" I asked. I mean, I was still relatively new to the gay scene, but it seemed older men weren't innocent parties and ones I'd seen were definitely the aggressors. "And I'm pretty sure Rick can hold his own, bro."
"Maybe," he said in a tone that didn't quite concede the point.
I patted his shoulder. "Don't change, Zach."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he laughed.
"Just... you my eyes to new perspectives, that's all," I replied.
I made my way over to that side of the bar, where he was talking to Grant. I offered to buy them a drink. It all progressed easily. Talking with these guys, learning more about Grant, who finally announced he had to get home. Most of the team had already left, too, but Rick offered to get the next round if I stayed. I agreed.
"How you enjoying the league?" I asked.
He grinned. "I shouldn't be putting my old body through the ringer like this. But hell, I miss the game, you know?"
I gave a nod. "You look real solid to me, man," I said.
He laughed. "You flirting with me, Brian?"
I smiled. "Would that bug you?"
"Hardly. I'm fucking flattered." He took a sip of beer. "You, um, into older men?"
I shook my head. "Not generally, no. But you're really hot..." I was definitely letting my guard down. The beer helped, but this was also the new Brian Powers speaking. Going for what I wanted. "You have this, like, power top energy," I said.
He laughed in surprise. "I might have said the same about you, stud."
I shook my head. "Bottom here." Putting it out there.
"Is that right?" he smirked.
"I don't advertise it. But yeah."
He laughed. "I didn't expect this joining the team."
"Maybe you should have," I said with a smile. "Gay dudes are horndogs."
"True," the guy laughed. He had blue-grey eyes that were very easy to get lost into.
I couldn't tell if he was flirting with me or just humoring me. I worried maybe I was coming on too strong. No loss if he wasn't interested, but I'd started to get my hopes up. I figured I could only put myself out there. What happened would happen. I thought he was rebuffing my advances until he looked at his watch.
"Time for me to head home," he said. "Any chance we could grab dinner this weekend?"
"Definitely," I said. I wasn't sure this was a man I'd want to date, but I certainly would be up for going on a date with him.
****
Second to Charlie Kenner, Rick had "it" - the topping moves that had me going wild.
We had a nice dinner and the man invited me back to his place for a nightcap.
Which meant getting naked and making out in his big king bed. It's a weird thing to notice, but Rick had nice sheets.
Zach was on to something about older men having more experience. I'd eventually learn they weren't all good lays, but Rick Malone knew what he was doing. Kissing my body, sucking my dick, rimming me.
"OK if we bareback?" he asked, slathering lube onto his big dick. He had seven thick inches. Fully erect with a little give to it.
It felt like a courtesy question, but I replied, "Fuck yes" with an enthusiasm that made him smile.
He eased in. It was easier going than some of the bigger ones I'd taken, and I wanted Rick inside me.
It was classic missionary. And as this 50-something stud entered me all the way in, he was hitting my spot just right.
"Fuck yes!" I hissed.
He pulled back and punch right in. "Yeah?" he smirked.
"Oh fuck, man," I said, feeling myself slipping into that needy spot, fast. "I need your cock, man."
His smile curled into a leer. His body was strong and he used it to fuck into me, harder and faster. "I wanted to nail this ass when I laid eyes on you," he growled. Probably telling the truth.
I looked up and nodded, silently communicating that he could go harder. "I like to play hard to get," I teased.
"Not hard enough," he huffed. He leaned down and claimed a kiss while he took my hole.
But while his voice got a harder edge, he wasn't doing some dom thing. Instead he rocked his hips with lockstep timing. Powering in and holding a half second on each in thrust. Over and over.
My prostate felt bruised in the best way. I almost let go of my dick, but already I was giving up an intense cum that got Rick super excited.
"That's it, Brian... give it up!"
My whole body clenched and writhed beneath him as he pounded for his own nut. This daddy had excellent control of his cums. He was waiting for my orgasm to give him the go ahead to let loose in my guts.
We kissed and even after his prick slid out of me we held each other and made out. Rick wasn't the furriest guy I'd been with, that was my old fuck bud Kevin, but the man had the kind of chest hair you'd expect in a 50-something-year old.
He finally patted my chest. "You gave me a workout buddy. Fuckin' hot."
"Yeah," I said. "That was incredible."
I stayed over and we had sex the next morning. Slower, but building up into a mutual climax. He offered to take me to brunch, but I wanted to get to the gym and started on my Saturday stuff. But we agreed to meet up again.
I texted Zach as I walked home. "OK, the daddy experience was pretty awesome."
****
I knocked on A's door that morning.
"Hey," he whispered as he opened it up. "I actually have company." I could see then that was bare chested and as he slipped out of the door, I saw his fully naked body. It was a contrast to Rick's body, bigger and smoother and tanner. As hot as A was, I decided that Rick was hotter.
"Oh that's cool," I said with some embarrassment. I was glad that A was getting lucky. Or dating. I'd get the details I was sure.
He misread my reaction. "You horny little bro?" he grinned. "I might have to take a rain check." He was comfortable being naked with me, given our sexual history, but I could also tell he enjoyed showing off his body and his cock.
I shook my head. "Nah, A. I actually came up to tell you I'm taking a break from the House Bottom thing. I got a date this week."
That made him smile. "I guess it's in the air, huh? Dating season."
"Guess so, A."
He winked and patted my shoulder. "I'll tell the guys you're off limits. Hope everything goes well, bro. We'll catch up, OK?"
"Yeah, bro."
Indeed I didn't have to say anything to the other guys in the House. They didn't make any moves on me, and it was like before, just housemates. It felt a relief, knowing that the friendship part wasn't gone or spoiled by the sex. I'm sure they looked at me differently now, just as I looked at them differently, but the buddy bonding felt good and we were actually doing more of it.
***
Dating Rick Malone was a hell of a lot of fun. I'd only dated two guys before him. Connor was me trying to date because it felt like the thing to do. Charlie was all charm at the outset but once he'd bagged me as a boyfriend he was more withdrawn, and in any case maybe that whole 6 months with him was on borrowed time.
Rick on the other hand was generally a quiet, laid back dude who had major game when it came to dating. He was a divorced Dad of two, and I got the sense he only recently prioritized dating guys. But if I was his midlife crisis, so be it. The man was successful in his career and he enjoyed treating me for our dates. High-end restaurants, good seats at professional hockey games, expensive scotch back at his place.
It wasn't just the money he splashed out. I felt like it was perfect mix of guy bonding time, romance, and hot sex. Crazy hot sex. I was surprised he was so good a top and it was always a treat to see that strong, silent masculine demeanor give way to a beast in the bedroom. And he seemed equally thrilled that a masculine jock like me could get so cock crazy. I apologized once, but he assured me he very much liked how horny and bottomy I could get with him.
"I get it, Powers," he said as we embraced in the sweaty afterglow, referring to my hangups. "But I realized life's too short to be afraid of the sex you want."
We saw each other at practice or at games, and twice a week was date night. I wasn't in love, but I was crushed out in a big way. Rick was too, he didn't even have to tell me, we just felt it, together.
Still, there was the expiration date on our thing. If I'd been like Zach, I would have hit the jackpot. But I had misgivings about dating a man that much older, especially with kids and an ex wife he still kept close with. And it turns out Rick wasn't sure about something serious with a guy his daughters' age.
It was two months in when we talked it out one night and agreed maybe things had run their course. Rick actually reached in a handshake as he walked me to the door. "Friends?" he asked.
"What, are we business associates?" I teased.
He laughed. "Yeah," admitting how silly he was, then pulled me into a quick bro hug.
"See you around, Brian?"
"Yeah," I said.
****
I moped for about a week. So much had been right with Rick, and yet it wasn't. I'd made the right decision to break up, and if I hadn't, Rick would have made it for me.
I wasn't even in the mood to jack off, but my libido caught up with me. It hit me at work, actually, when I started imagining a couple of my coworkers nailing me. It was hard to work that afternoon, and I looked forward to getting home and having a nice, deep stroke session.
I almost begged off my workout with Zach, but I gained some focus and actually ended up having a good lifting day. Chalk it up to the extra testosterone. I did finally open up to my buddy about Rick and why we broke up.
"I won't lie, Powers," he said. "I had a good feeling about you two."
I gave a wry grin as I racked another plate on the barbell. "That's because you want me to end up with a daddy."
He gave a soft laugh. "I want you to end up with someone who makes you happy. For real."
"Thanks, bro."
I did flub that set and Zach had to spot me.
****
When I got home I had a better idea than stroking. I cleaned out and showered and walked naked to my nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, I saw the large bottle of lube, which I pulled out and set out. I then saw the blue rubber ring there, unused. It was a rubber wrist band from some corporate charity race. Maybe John's, though I had no way of knowing.
I ran the ring through my fingers and thought of the implications. I never had done a gang bang, though my threesome with A and John had come close. Reading this scenario in the House Rules had felt fun and exciting, but faced with reality it seemed like a big step. And who knows if the guys would even be interested.
Still, I was rock hard. Like, balls drawn up against my shaft kind of hard.
I went over and cracked open my bedroom door, slipping that blue ring over the knob. I left it ajar.
I settled in on my mattress, naked, face down and ass up. I was a little tired from the gym and even dozed a little.
Not long, though. I heard a soft "hey" and turned to see Professor Mark standing in my room, closing the door behind him. Maybe it was my horniness, but the man looked particularly fine just then. Dressed in dark khakis, plaid button down, and navy tie. He had a slight pause in his expression, but I gave a "Hey" in return, and he started undoing his belt and kicking off his leather shoes.
I was glad it was Mark to start it off. He was truly a house mate rather than a buddy, and there wouldn't be any awkward conversation about my breakup with Rick. Or the fact I was House Bottom again.
The dude was just horny. I watched that torpedo shaped prick stand up between his shirt tails as he slipped off his tie and laid it on my dresser. He made a beeline to the lube and pumped out a healthy dose onto his dick.
I resumed my face down position, hiking my ass up. I needed this.
It was nearly a wordless fuck, but Mark spent a good five minutes fingering me. It was exquisite. He wasn't the best top in the grand scheme of things, but he was great at foreplay. In and out, those slick fingers probed, and he added some more liquid grease to slick me up.
By the time he mounted me, the entry was fairly easy.
"Yes," I hissed. I didn't want to break the silent spell, but I wanted to let him know he was good to go.
He fucked with heavy, hard strokes. First, he held his body weight above mine, though close enough where I could feel his dress shirt against my bare skin. I let him drive the fuck for a minute then bucked my hips back in time to his thrust. I'd only had sex with Mark twice, but this felt more intense than I remembered.
"Goddamnit," he hissed and pulled out. I thought for a second he was trying to keep from cumming too soon. Maybe he already had. But I felt his surprisingly strong hand grip my waist and hoist my hips up into a doggie position. I raised up my upper body in compliance.
His reentry was quick, but not as quick as his ensuing fuck. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Professor Mark had some power top moves in him, and that very knowledge almost had me nutting. But I kept my hand off my meat and let him drill me. He pounded faster and harder, that thick base of his meat stretching me open with rhythmic urgency.
I finally heard a loud deep grunt and felt his body lean against mine, chest panting. He finally gave a soft kiss and pulled out.
As he dismounted and climbed off the bed I finally rolled over and took an assessment of my top. He was still catching his breath and his cock was still slick with lube and cum until he picked up a towel I'd left out to wipe off. "Thanks," he said as he looked at me again.
"Thank you," I said to him. "That was hot."
I could see some hesitation in his eyes, like he was trying to decide whether he should offer to get me off. But maybe he thought as House Bottom I didn't need that. Mark turned and picked up his pants and slipped them back on, holding his shoes and tie in hand as he exited my room.
He shut the door, then it opened again. "Um... you want the band on there, still?" he asked.
"Yeah, leave it on," I said.
He left and I had to wait. I scrolled through my phone. I looked through Grindr to see what I was missing. Hot guys, and probably a lot of drama and headache. Maybe another night.
I was watching some porn when I heard the door open. I set down my phone and saw Kyle White enter. Barechested and wearing some joggers. Ready to top me.
"You good, Powers?" he asked, concerned.
I felt bad for not telling Kyle about Rick before now, but there had never felt the right time and honestly I hadn't wanted to get into it. "I'm good, White," I said. "You got some cock for me?"
He grinned. "Always, bud." He slipped the sweats off over his hardening dick. I took in that curved shape and my insides grew a little excited.
"Heads up... you're not the first."
"Yeah?" he asked as he climbed up on the bed.
I nodded. "Mark."
"Hot." Kyle had let slip one night that Mark was his type. I wasn't completely surprised. Handsome, smart, and well-educated.
I felt Kyle's hands on my body. We never kissed, at all, but sometimes he'd enjoy feeling up my muscle, which I kept pretty smooth.
"Do I need to lube up?" he asked.
"Probably not," I replied. "He left me pretty wet."
Kyle grinned. I got back into doggie position. It had felt good with Mark.
My buddy entered me slow at first, but realizing I was relaxed Kyle just started dicking me.
"Yes, White," I hissed. "Fuck me."
White was bigger hung than Mark, and the deeper penetration and curve of his dick felt amazing. I wasn't being overstimulated, but my p-spot was singing for sure.
"So hot, Powers." I could hear the lust cracking his voice.
"You like my hole, man?" I asked.
My question made him fuck a little faster. I braced myself on the bed and felt my pleasure mount. I was actually dripping pre onto my sheets, but I held off touching myself. I don't know, I just wanted this edging to last, stimulated from the inside.
"You know I do," came Kyle's response. "You're the hottest bottom, Powers."
I somehow focused to clench my ass down and that got a choked grunt from Kyle. "Jesus Christ," he hissed, and I could tell he was cumming. He gave a couple of quick jabs as he unloaded, adding his cum load to Mark's.
Kyle patted my ass softly then pulled out.
"Alex won't join tonight, but you want me to get John?" he asked.
"Is he around?" I asked, hopeful.
"Yep. I'll go get him."
I was now very glad I'd held off cumming with Kyle.
Kyle slid off and ran his hand along over my hamstring muscle. "Sorry about the break up, bro," my friend said. "But I won't lie. I'm glad the House Bottom is back."
I looked at White and flashed a grin. "Me too, bro."
As he slipped out, I lay in bed on my back. My hole felt a little used and a lot wet. Any misgivings I had about the gang bang were gone, only I now worried if John would judge me. I didn't care what Mark thought, and with Kyle we had a purely no-strings thing. It was supposed to be no-strings with A and John, but there was an intimacy I felt with both guys that complicated the buddy sex vibe.
I heard a soft knock and John opened the door and stepped in. He had the blue band in his hand as he shut the door behind him. Even if A wasn't participating, John wanted to ensure this was one-on-one time.
The complicated feelings were coming back. John was naked except for some shorts and his body looked incredible, better than normal even. Chiseled chest, rippled abs, huge pumped arms. He'd let his shorter hair grow out into a preppier haircut that looked out of place with that Crossfit body, yet it fit John and his personality.
"You're looking real good, Bri," he said softly as he slid his shorts off. He wasn't fully hard but was certainly chubbing up fast. John had a nice big dick, thick and veiny, and I very much craved it then.
"I'm a mess," I said, letting my insecurity show.
He shook his head though and climbed up on the bed.
We kissed. After the hard quickie sex, the softness of John's approach was incredible. My erection jerked between us and I could feel his own thick meat harden up.
"This OK?" he asked.
"Very much OK," I assured him.
We didn't extend the foreplay, but we made out for a minute until John settled between my legs and kicked them apart. I did the rest by wrapping my legs around his waist.
John let out a simple grunt as he kissed along my neck and found my wet hole on his own, jabbing his hardon a couple of times until he lined it up. The entry wasn't quick but it was assured. John Harris was back in the saddle, entering me with a steady motion.
Rick Malone had supplanted John from Second Best Top on my personal list. But I relished John's soft-then-hard approach just then. Sex lasted all of three minutes. I was worked up, and John was able to go harder now that I'd taken two men before him. His strong body flexed in full contractions, driving his cock deep into me with some force. I clung to his strong lats and couldn't hold off. Touched only by his clenching abs, I came, giving up an intense multi-day load. John hissed excitedly and went all in with fucking the cum out of me, his own pleasure rising.
"I'm gonna..." he grunted and I watched that cute-handsome face of his clench in an almost pained look. John Harris was getting off good.
He finally dismounted me and we made out face to face on our sides.
"I can go back to my room if you want," he finally offered.
"Not on my account," I said. "This feels nice."
We talked for an hour. About breakups and what we wanted in life. I knew John wanted someone more intellectual than me, more of an artist type. I think I wanted someone more athletic than him. Not just a great body, but with that competitive drive. I love John's shy side, but maybe I craved a more confident man.
We actually talked about that, too. It felt amazing to be open with him, to be friends and yet have this deeper level. John got it, and maybe in his own way enjoyed the messy complications of our connection.
"You've done wonders for my confidence level, Bri," he said. "Even having you as House Bottom... I'm realizing I needed to let my beast out more."
I looked down at his dick. He'd somehow gotten hard again.
John saw where I was looking and laughed. "It's been a few days," he explained.
"For me too."
We kissed. John skipped the soft kissing this time, he was full tongue, possessively claiming my mouth. I clenched at his tautly muscled body. That was all the green light he needed. I felt his strength as he rolled us over, me on my back, him following back on top of me.
Our second rounds felt like more of a quickie than the first. My ass really wet and open up for business. John turned on by it all. He pinned my arms down and we kissed hard as he dicked me. After a minute he let up and told me to jerk off as he fucked me.
We were in sync now, my hand on my dick in time with his pumping. John's brown eyes locked on me. His upper body was stationary but his lower body powered in and out of me. "Cum on my cock, Bri," he urged.
I stroked faster. I didn't think I could do it, not so soon after round one. But I jerked faster and all of a sudden felt my impending orgasm start to come. I nodded up at John, excited that he was gonna get me off twice.
"Do it," he hissed, now fucking hard.
I shot again. Not a heavy load but a very pleasurable release, my ass and cock united in pleasure together.
I saw John enter his orgasm, too, and his body clenched and actually shook as he came.
"God, thank you," he muttered as he leaned down and kissed me.
****
I didn't have another blue ring night any time soon. I wanted to keep it a special occasion thing. But I resumed regular House Bottom duties. Alex was still keeping his distance, since his new boyfriend seemed to be working out. In fact, I barely saw him on the weekends.
Mark held off, too. I think his arrangement with his partner meant the side activity had to be limited. But I sucked Kyle a couple of times a week, and we'd bottom if I was in the mood. I developed a standing Saturday night in John's room, taking over from my weekly Tuesday arrangement with Alex. The sexual chemistry between me and John got even better, somehow.
Hockey season was in full swing, and I was happy camper. Watching NFL games each night with White after hockey practice, though occasionally A or John would join too. Add in the game schedule in the rec league, and I was pretty busy.
There was definitely some lingering tension between me and Rick Malone, both the good kind and the bad kind. On the ice, though, we were the Dream Team. Rick no longer had the speed he once had or the agility he had back in his Cornell days, but dude was amazing at faking out the defense and super fucking precise at placing the puck. I'd hang back till the right moment and charge through an opening. A quick look back was all it took for Rick to send the puck right to the perfect spot. The goalie would catch a lot of attempts, but I was a good shot and got a lot in.
If there was real coaching staff for any of the opponents, the Dream Team would have been countered with the right defense. But this was rec league. We were winning games.
There's a weird dynamic in rec hockey. Attitudes change, and in the city most of the straight dudes are kind of live and let live when it comes to gay guys. Some are even allies. But there's also a lingering homophobia in the sport. And, to be honest, it's rare that the gay players will be on the same playing caliber of the straight ones.
Our team was doing really well, though. Zach wasn't the league's best goalie, but he was solid, and Kyle and Kevin were good enough defensemen to keep him protected. Between the defense and the Dream Team, we actually made the finals bracket in the larger rec league.
We did the impossible and beat a better team. They were fucking pissed to lose to the gay team, too. I didn't let that get to me. I had a super competitive side, as did a couple of guys on the team. And it rubbed off on the rest. We were gonna win in the finals match, we knew.
Our opponents in the finals were a very strong team, very physical. Rick got sidelined pretty quickly by one of the defensemen. I tried to compensate and play with the effort of three guys, but I took a lot of hits. I gave it my all. We lost 5-1.
At least they were better sports than the #3 team we beat. "Great game," a couple of the players said to me.
The guys were down and tired but going out for drinks to celebrate the number two achievement. Far more than we ever expected.
I felt beat up. Emotionally but actually physically, too. I begged off.
"You OK, Powers?" Kyle asked me, concerned.
"Yeah, man," I said. "I've just taken a bruising tonight. I gotta rest, OK?"
Alex was watching TV when I got home. White must have told him. "Tough game?" he asked as I walked into the living room.
"Yeah," I said, plopping down on the couch. Maybe some mindless TV and some bro time with A would help.
"You gotta be with them, little bro," A said after a minute. "They're your team."
"Fuck," I hissed. A was right. I was being a selfish prick.
"I get it, bro," he said sympathetically. "You got that fire in you."
"Yeah," I said. I wish I didn't get so emotional over a fuckin rec league game. And yet...
I got up and told A I'd catch him later. I ordered an uber to our hangout bar.
I had to make up an excuse when I showed up, saying I had to go home and get some icy-hot patches. That part was true, actually. I'd be feeling the hits tomorrow. But I knew I'd made the right decision. It was good to be around my gay bros. After the first pint, I got into a more social mood, chatting and bonding with the guys.
By the third, I was talking with Rick. He came up with a half smile. "We didn't get the job done, Powers," he said. "I thought you were gonna carry us all the way." It was actually the best thing anyone could have said to cheer me up.
"Dude, you're the reason we had a chance this season." I clinked my pint glass with his. "I don't know why I got so fucking invested."
"It's the gay thing, right?" he asked. "I felt like I had to prove myself for so many years."
I nodded. "You don't feel that way now?"
He shook his head no. "You let go of a lot when you get older," he said. At that moment, I had a realization that Rick had a different relationship to aging than other guys I'd known, like Drew, the guy who used to be on the team. Rick had come out late and had some regrets, maybe a lot of them. But he was comfortable in his own skin.
As we talked, I could feel the sexual attraction reemerging. It wasn't just me finding Rick hot, either. His eyes were heavier on mine.
"Sorry, Powers," he said with a flirty grin. "You're just really fuckin easy on the eye."
"You too, Malone." I was trying on the last name for him.
"Tell me if I'm out of line, but what do you think of coming over and cheering me up tonight?"
"One more time for the Dream Team?"
He laughed. "The Dream Team?"
I blushed. "That's how I thought of us. On the ice, at least." I paused. "I guess dating wise less so."
"Yeah," he said with a resigned shrug.
"But that's a yes, Malone. If you can go easy... those defensemen beat me up pretty bad tonight."
He gave a soft chuckle, blue-gray eyes twinkling. "I'll be gentle as a kitten, buddy." Fuck, that Stabler sexiness was back in full force. Almost on cue, his hand touched my lower back, making me instantly hard in my jeans.
He leaned in and spoke in a low voice in my ear. "If you don't want the guys knowing, I'll leave first. Come when you like, stud." He patted higher on my back and pulled back, polishing off the rest of his pint and giving me a wink before setting the empty glass on the ledge. I watched as Rick went off to say good night to our teammates. Patting their arms, drawing them into quick bro hugs. There was a real camaraderie on our team for sure, and I felt proud as fuck of us.
I stayed for another twenty minutes. Talking to the guys, asking them if they'd join next year, promising to stay in touch. I would have to thank Alex for bossing me around and telling me to come out.
Rick was naked when he let me into his place. He was tired, I could tell. It was late and the game had been very physical. "Glad you made it over, Powers," he said.
We kissed. Slowly, Malone helped me strip down and led me to the bed. He held up to his promise and was gentle. Slow, soft make out session, then Rick sucked my dick, then I sucked his. We tried 69 but the angle didn't quite work, so I got him off first. Then he returned the favor.
We didn't talk much or process what we were doing. But somehow we both wanted this physical connection, maybe needed it. A couple of more soft kisses, then Rick asked me if I was ready to sleep.
There was that ex-sex awkwardness the next morning, exacerbated by the early-as-fuck alarm clock, but Rick's laid back personality helped put me at ease. He even made me breakfast and went to shower as I finished my coffee.
I had a quicker rinse and then rushed to slip on my clothes. I had enough time to get home and dress for work, but barely.
Malone was all suited up when I stepped into his living room, ready to leave with him. "I'll be in touch, Powers," he said. "If you like."
"Yeah," I replied. "I'd like that, Malone. Thanks for last night."
We kissed one more time.
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