Gay Erotic Stories

I live in the beautiful city of Buffalo (stop laughing I said beautiful) and I have met most of the guys that play hockey here and elsewhere. I played juniors and wanted to go pro but didn't. Hockey has some of the most gorgeous guys in the world playing in it. And they are mostly hung and built like gods. This story is one about my favorite (to fuck with not to play with) players in the NHL. Lemme know if ya like it or not. Agentmuscl@worldnet.att.net "Hey watch out you dumb ass. This ain't Indianapolis Motor Raceway!!!!" I was standing outside the Marine Midland Arena in my home town of Buffalo. The person I was screaming at was an unknown idiot in a Ferrari. It seems that summer just brings out a bunch of crazy people in Western New York. As soon as the snow melts and the salt is off of the roads the wannabe Mario and Maria Andretti's hit the road! I was pulling summer duty in an ice hockey school. Ice hockey schools are much like basketball and baseball camps. I was in for eight weeks of setting up little kids on their skates, dropping a puck, watching them all fall down, and then doing the whole thing all over again. It was rewarding but extremely tedious. I puffed on my cigarette as headed around the building. I got the security entrance and to my surprise the idiot in the Ferrari was getting out. "You really shouldn't smoke" he said. "And you ,my uninvited advisor friend, shouldn't drive like a NYC crack fiend out for a hit!" I replied walking and flicking my cigarette. I didn't even look at him. I walked and did my rounds saying "Hi" to all of the security guys and friends that I had not seen since the last summer. As I was walking down the corridor on the way to the locker room I saw Pat LaFontaine standing talking with the director of the hockey program I was working with. "Patty, Hell it is good to see you back here where you belong man!" I was so glad to see him. I grabbed him in a bear hug. Now for the most part Pat is a small guy and he is really "All American" as far as looks go. But his personality will get ya. He is sooo disarming it is not even funny. And I would be lying if I say that I never had a fantasy about him. Hell I used to beat my dick every night just thinking about him and his nice cut chest, rippling abs, and (from what I had been privileged to see the year before) the nicest most beautiful cock in the world. I was dark and had a nice bullet head that was made for some great sucking. And those nuts....I could feed on those for a week!!!! I went in to the locker room and began to strip down. There were three of us there and the other guys were talking it up. I just wanted to get dressed and get the day over with. I was in my gear when the door flung open and in walked this hulk of a man. Six foot 4. Gorgeous face with the nicest dark eyes I had ever seen. I had to turn my head and catch my breath. This guy was hot. And I planned to take my time getting the rest of the way dressed to see more of him. The hunk started to disrobe and took off his shirt. His chest was iron! His pecs flexed with his every movement. And the hair. His chest was covered with the most unusual hair I had ever seen. He was not a bear. But he had dark hair that was long and formed ringlets (curly q's) it was enthralled. SO much so that I was sporting a major woody. Thank God for Jocks and Hockey pants! I was falling in love. He must have felt me looking at him and he glanced my way. "Think you can keep up with us today youngster because that smoking of yours has to make you slow!" Son of a bitch it was the guy form the Ferrari. The mother fucker. That hot, built, ripped, jock of a mother fucker! "Yeah I think I can keep up with you!!!!!! Name the time and place!" "Center Ice...twenty minutes" he said grinning. "You bet your ass. I'm gonna make you sorry you ever were born. You smart-ass!!!!!" I stormed out and grabbed my stick and a bucket of puck. I needed all of the practice that I could get cause this guy was too big and too strong to go up against cold. On the way out the door he smiled and stated. "It's not my ass that is on the line bud. It's yours!" My reply was the standard New Yorker response to any situation where a witty comeback is not at hand.... "Go Fuck Yourself" I hit the ice striding. I was soo pumped and ready for this bastard. The kids were starting to come out to the ice too. Great I could not let myself get whipped in front of a bunch of little spoiled rich brats. I had to put up a good fight. I was doing laps and my mind started to wonder. It wondered about how the studs chest would taste, how his nipples would become hard if I sucked them just right and bit them lightly. If his cock was a delicious as the upper parts of him. Was he a good kisser. Ummmmm, I wondered. I wondered so much I lost concentration. Hit an edge and went headlong into the boards. Shit! This guy was in my head bad!!!!!! Soon coach Eldridge came out and gathered us all around. " Hey kids. We have a very special guest with us today. He wants to show you all the right way to check and the right way to avoid checks. Come on out Eric." He shouted and out came the stud in his uniform. I knew I was dead. I did not recognize him out of uniform (Hell I never recognize anyone out of uniform unless they are nude). It was Eric Lindros. Number 88. The Next One as they call him! He looked my way and smiled this huge shit eating grin. "I am going to show you kids the proper way to check and the proper way to take a check if you cannot get out of it. I will need a volunteer" He looked dead at me. "Detroit, yeah you" he was pointing at me and he called me Detroit because of the Red Wings Sweater that I was wearing. I lamely skated over. He whispered "I'll take it easy on you kid cause you did not know. I do not want to be responsible for putting you in the hospital" I blew up inside. Something snapped and I mouthed the 'Go Fuck Yourself' to him again. I could not say it out loud because the kids were all around us. "Okay kids me and Detroit here are going to play a little one on one and when we are through Coach Eldrigde will tell you what was right and wrong about the way we checked each other." I skated to center and he did too. My heart was racing and before the puck was dropped I looked across to see him glaring at me. He was even more beautiful than I had thought!" The next thing I knew I was airborne going backward and landing on my back. The wind left me for a minute or two and I was up again. I caught up with him and took three good strides and left my feet. I hit him so hard the Herculite Glass fell out of its frame. He crumpled to the ice writhing in pain! Immediately the trainer for the camp came to him. "My hamstring, my hamstring goddamn it I think I tore something!" they took him off the ice. I felt bad but at the same time felt wonderful. I slew Goliath! I went through the next hour with the kids doing drills. Eldridge called them over and told me that I should not have left my skates and the hit was a dirty one. Then he grinned at me and told me nice work. I had Charlie take over and I went to the Rehab room to see what damage was done to the Stud. Eric was laying face down and had a towel around his middle. God he looked so perfect I could see obliques flexing with is every breath. They outlined his ribs. Oh damn I could just eat him alive. I saw Mack the trainer and asked him what was up with Eric. He just had a real bad deep thigh bruise and needed a massage. I told him that I was sorry and told him I would do it if he wanted out of it. Mack was elated and headed out. Now I had this stud where I wanted him. I went into the rehab room with the lotion and walked over to look at the hunk. His calves were well defined and HAIRY!!!! He had a rippling back that V'd down as it got lower. And from the looks of it a beautiful ass that was a round as it could be. I rubbed some of the lotion in my hands and began working the backs of his quads. "Ohhhh Mack that feels great keep it up." I only responded with 'uh-huhs' for fear of beings recognized before my plan was realized to its full potential. "Mmmmm dude the kid hit me a good one I should kick his ass. I could have a year or two ago. I am just getting too old for this shit." I was working my hands up and down the backs of his legs and enjoying the feel of those iron muscles below my fingers. Once or twice I stopped to feel the hairs the blanketed his legs. I was soo hard underneath my hockey pants. My either was begging to get out. But I was playing the cards right. I moved up to his hip and to get there I had to drop the towel to the floor. I gasped out loud. His ass was everything. Hairy and round and just juicy as hell! "Something wrong Mack?" "Naw" I just started kneading. Those glutes were tight and I was loosening up with every rub. There were fantastic. And Eric was into it cause he was groaning with delight. Okay it was now my chance it was all or nothing. I slapped him right on the bare ass. He came up like a bolt of lightening. "What the fuck...who....Hey!!! "Hey my ass....Lookit you are the hottest guy I know...that I have ever seen. I WANT YOU!!!" He looked at me deeply it seemed that he saw right into my very soul. He stopped, thought then spoke. He took my hand, placed it to his mouth, kissed it, and said "Then you can have me" I slid out of all of my gear. And stood there with a raging hard on just looking at him. That must have turned him on because he raised his arms above his head and stretched. He looked so damn good. Every muscle in his body seemed to stand out. And he was covered all over with those black curly-q hairs. Except for that forest of black pubes that surrounded a growing cock. His cock was a good ten inches uncut with the most furry and delicious looking nuts in the world. I leaned into him and looked into his eyes. He slid his arms behind me and kissed me so hard that I thought my head was going to explode! His tongue made laps in my mouth. I met his with mine and we made love with our mouths. Ohhhh, how great it felt. I was running my hands all over his body. Playing with his hair and tweaking those dark nipples of his. We broke it off and I continued kissing him all over his face and neck. I trailed down his neck and made my way to his chest. I traced the outline of his pecs and found his nipples. I sucked and nibbled until he was breathing became erratic. I looked into his eyes and he looked at me with a pleading, so I continued working his nipples he was going nuts. "Kid please, please.....suck my cock. Please do it!!!" I knew I had him and started to kiss my way down to the prize. He had a dark cock with a massive amount of pubes and I enjoyed grazing on them. He was still begging for release but I was not about to give in so quickly. I noticed the veins on the outside of his dick and started to lick and trace each one. He was going nuts almost crying. I liked his cock all over before taking the head in my mouth. His moans were getting louder. I was in heaven. I sucked the skin into my mouth. Pulling and playing with it an twirling my tongue around it. I thought that he had enough teasing so I pulled the skin down to expose the head. It was deep dark and HUGE. I licked it for at least five minutes. Cramming my tongue down his piss slit and working him over like mad. Then in one swoop I fell on his cock and took it to its root! He went mad and started face fucking me like a wild dog. "Suck me kid... Oh yeah suck that cock. How you like that real man's cock boy! Ohhh you little fucking cock sucker." I managed to pull off his cock and started down to his nuts and began giving them a tongue bath. They tasted great and smelled sweet. That sweat-sex smell was all over them. I licked underneath them and suck and nibbled on the sensitive skin behind them. This man was yelling out my name "Kid" every twenty seconds. Then I began blowing. Lightly all over his nuts and his cock. It was almost too much for him. I was gushing precum all over (actually I have no idea if it was pre cum or if I did shoot my load and was just still hard cause the was tons if it all over me) I was in heaven with this stud. He was writhing for me! I went back to work on the cock and realized that I had not even tasted that ass yet so I pulled off yet again. He actually asked me how much more I could do in disbelief. Just wait baby. I ain't even started yet. I pushed his legs up and started to tongue his pucker hole. HE lost it screaming "Fuck yeah please don't stop Kid. Lick me like me good. Oh yeah c'mon. Please!" I was rimming his hole like mad and knew he was in heaven. I let his legs back down and started sucking again all the while stroking his inner thighs. He stopped me. "Swing up here Kid I wanna give you a treat. I swung up on the table. He maneuvered me so my dick was in his face and began to suck me like a madman. I needed no coaching. I went back to work gobbling his cock. I bobbed for another ten minutes the I felt his balls tense up. He was shooting. What came out of his cock was nothing more than a geyser. I swallowed as much as I could but the rest of it dribbled all over my face and down into his pubes. I licked them clean and kept sucking his cock. It was great. I heard him cry out in shear pleasure. He kept working my cock and balls until I was close. "I'm cumming Eric!" With that cue he slid my dick all the way in his mouth and collected all the cum he could! I was sooo spent and exhausted I just collapsed. We lay in the 69 position breathing heavily for like ten minutes. I moved to him and we kissed. The salty remnants of our juices were tasty to say the least. "Kid I could get used to this" "Yeah well so could I " I laid on his chest twirling the hairs listening to him breathe. "What are we gonna do?" "I have a few ideas but first let's get dressed and have some lunch I have one hell of an appetite" He jumped off the table and ran to get his clothes. "Hey you son-of-a-bitch you never were hurt. Were You!?" "Hell no but there was no other way I could have gotten you naked now was there. I knew you would, or at least I hope you would, have come to find me to make sure that I was okay." "You got me there buddy. By the way my name is Scott. Scott Du Maurier" "Yeah but you'll always be my kid" "You know Eric," I said as I got up form the table to kiss him "I do not have any problem with that." I now wear 88 all of the time on the Philly Sweater that he gave me that summer. I see him very time that the Flyers come to town. My summers are kept busy. I have undertaken landscaping we need privacy trees in Voorhees so our neighbors won't see what really goes on!