The final whistle blew and the arena emptied fast. Jamie stripped off his sweaty jersey in the corner of the locker room, still buzzing from the win. At twenty-two he was the youngest guy on the team, fresh from college, and this was his first real pro season. He thought he was alone until the heavy door slammed shut and Alex walked in, still in his pads, staring straight at him.
Alex was thirty, team captain, built like a fucking tank with thick thighs and a permanent five o’clock shadow. “You played good tonight, kid,” he said, voice low and rough. He dropped his gloves and stepped closer. “Real good. Got me thinking about what else you might be good at.”
Jamie’s heart slammed against his ribs. He’d jerked off to guys before, but never told anyone. Never acted on it. Alex was right in front of him now, peeling off his own jersey, revealing a hairy chest and abs cut from years on the ice. “You ever been with a guy?” Alex asked, direct as a slap shot.
Jamie shook his head. His cock was already half hard in his jock. Alex grinned, dirty and knowing. “Then I’m gonna show you how it works. Get those shorts off.”
Jamie pushed his hockey pants and jock down in one go. His dick sprang up, thick and leaking at the tip. Alex grabbed it without hesitation, stroking hard and fast. “Nice cock. Bet it feels even better inside a tight hole.” He shoved Jamie back against the lockers, the metal cold on his bare ass, and dropped to his knees.
Alex’s mouth was hot and wet. He sucked Jamie’s cock to the root in one go, throat working, spit running down his balls. Jamie groaned loud, hips jerking. No one had ever sucked him like that. Alex pulled off, spit stringing from his lips. “Turn around. Hands on the bench.”
Jamie obeyed, spreading his legs. Alex’s rough fingers spread his ass cheeks and a thick tongue dragged over his hole. Jamie’s knees nearly buckled. “Fuck,” he gasped. Alex licked him open, then pushed a spit-slick finger inside. It burned, but Alex worked it slow and steady until Jamie was pushing back for more. A second finger followed, then Alex stood and pressed his own fat cock against Jamie’s hole.
“Gonna fuck you raw,” Alex said. “You want that?”
“Yeah,” Jamie choked out. “Do it.”
Alex pushed in.
The stretch was intense, almost too much, but Alex held still, letting him adjust. Inch by inch he sank deeper until his balls rested against Jamie’s ass. Then he started thrusting, hard and steady, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the tile. Jamie’s cock bounced with every stroke, dripping onto the floor.
Alex reached around and jerked him in time with his thrusts. “Tight fucking rookie hole,” he growled. “Taking it like you were made for it.” He changed angle and Jamie saw stars, moaning like a whore as Alex nailed his prostate again and again.
They fucked like that for long minutes, Alex pounding him deep, sweat dripping off both of them. Then Alex pulled out, spun Jamie around, and bent him over the bench. He slammed back in from behind, gripping Jamie’s hips hard enough to bruise. Jamie reached down and stroked his own cock, balls tight, right on the edge.
“Gonna come inside you,” Alex warned. Jamie nodded, desperate. Alex fucked faster, grunting, then buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot cum flooding Jamie’s hole. The feeling pushed Jamie over. He shot thick ropes across the bench, ass clenching around Alex’s pulsing cock.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Alex eased out slowly, cum leaking down Jamie’s thighs. He turned Jamie around and kissed him rough, tongue pushing deep. “Not bad for your first time,” he said against Jamie’s mouth. “Next game, we do it again. Maybe I let you fuck me.”
Jamie grinned, already half hard again at the thought. The locker room smelled like sweat, cum, and victory. He couldn’t wait for the next practice.
