My First Locker Room Fuck

This story got longer than I intended. If you want to skip to the spicy part scroll down to the line.

I usually didn’t go to the late night stick and pucks, but it was the only time this week that I could make it. I walked in to the rink a little early for my session. I knew I was the only one that had signed up in advance and I wanted as much solo time on the ice as possible. I rushed through the lobby and to straight to the locker room.

I made it to the locker room and was alone. It was a sign my plan for solo ice time might work. I opened my bag to start changing and the locker room door swung open. He was dressed like he had gone out and not like he was prepared to go play hockey. Maybe it was just what I expect out of the locker room but I thought I smelled a hint of beer when he walked in.
He turned and looked at me and said, “Hey, I’m Nick,” as he sat down on the bench along the opposite wall.
“I’m Sam,” I replied.
Nick looked a little older than me, probably late 30s or early 40s. He had a lot more changing to do than I did. I tried to mix in my own changing to not make it obvious I was watching him undress. First, his shirt came off revealing thick chest hair covering his pecs and extending all the way down into his pants. I know I’m in above average shape for beer league, but Nick was the muscle bear of my hockey dreams. He slid down his pants and underwear in one movement. As he worked his pants off I was able to get a good look at his thick cock and full ginger bush. He obviously didn’t trim any of his body hair. He reached in his bag and pulled out his jockstrap and cup. When he got his jockstrap into place a little bit of ginger bush was still visible poking out of the top of his not-really white anymore jockstrap. Right as I slid my gloves on and stood up to head to the ice, he turned around and reached behind the bench giving me perfect view of his hairy ass. His cheeks spread a little with the extra lean to grab the socks that had fallen behind the bench.

Our time on the ice was pretty normal, and it turned out to be just us. Small chats about what leagues we play in and what teams we’re on. I found out he had a tinder date earlier but got stood up. He decided to have a beer and then come skate to get some energy out. We both seemed like average beer league players. Nothing great but we could skate. We did a few passing drills but mostly kept to ourselves on our own half of the ice.

I noticed the time and thought I should probably get off the ice a little early. I didn’t know if I could strip and get to the showers without my dick getting hard if Nick was in there naked again. I was already having to adjust my cup a bit more than usual with him in full gear. We made eye contact and he nodded as a skated off the ice.

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I got back into the locker room to find a bottle poppers in the middle of the floor. I had a few seconds of panic before I realized they weren’t my brand. My mind was racing as a sat on the bench and tried to get to the showers as quick as possible.
I didn’t even have my skates off when I hear the door open and Nick say, “fuck, this is awkward.”
He was looking right at the poppers.
“Sorry man, those must have fallen out of my pocket while I was changing,” he said as he grabbed his poppers off the floor and started undressing.
“No problem,” I replied as a wrapped myself in a towel and headed for the showers.

I turn on the shower as fast as possible to start warming it up and I can hear a team getting ready in the next locker room over. Somehow being tired from a long skate and the nerves of having 15 strangers on the other side of the door didn’t do anything to keep my dick from growing. All I could think about as I started to soap up is how much I would have liked to get a sniff or even just a better look at Nick’s perfect hairy muscle butt, but I hoped he didn’t shower after a skate. I didn’t want to find out how my dick would react to him in the showers with me.

My biggest fear happens when doors to both locker rooms open. One guy from the other room walks in toward the urinal and Nick walks in toward the shower across from me. They both say some form of “ope, let me get past you,” and I’m paralyzed facing the wall hiding what has to be the hardest I’ve ever been.

The man at the urinal whistles a cat call as Nick hangs his towel outside the showers and walks in.
Nick says, “nothing better than a hot shower after a hard skate, right?”
It was more to the room than to either of us. I reply with casual small talk as we hear the other guy go back into his locker room. I try to think about anything to get my dick to calm down, but getting small glances of Nick out of the corner of my eye keeps me rock hard. Finally, the only thing left is to rinse my back and then turn off the shower and get out before Nick could see how excited I was. I tried to time it for when Nick had turned around and was facing the wall, but as soon as I was facing him he turned back toward me. He looked straight down at my dick and then slowly worked his way up till we had direct eye contact. I was so nervous I didn’t notice he was soaped up and stroking his dick until he broke the silence and said, “I put the poppers on the floor on purpose. Do you want me to help you out with that?”
I couldn’t get a word out but my hand started stroking my cock. With that cute smile bears do, he came across the room and dropped to his knees. Before I knew what was going on my dick was down his throat and his nose was in my pubes. I could tell he was sniffing at my pubes. After only a few minutes, I was close. I pull him up and start to kiss him. Slowly working my way down: pits, nipples, hairy belly, and finally his dick is all the way down my throat. I can still smell the lingering scent of stale hockey gear in his pubes. Nick pulls his dick out of my mouth and walks over to his shower bag to pull out poppers and lube. As soon as he turns back with a shit eating grin on his face we hear the other locker room door slam open and someone yell “FUCK! Where’s my extra stick?”

We scurry to turn off the showers and get back to our locker room. I didn’t notice Nick grab my jockstrap out of bag until he’s on the bench. On his back, with my jockstrap covering his face, and legs up in the air with the bottle of lube right by his hole. I smile as I walk over and lube up my dick. I start slowly, but after no protest from Nick I go balls deep in one motion. Nick moans as soon as my balls slap his ass. It wasn’t long till Nick starts to shoot his load on his hairy chest and stomach. That view sent me over the edge. I pulled out and shot my load all over him to mix with his load and hair. Nick took one more sniff of my still sweat soaked jockstrap, used it wiped both out loads off him, and threw it across the room into my hockey bag.

With a little post nut clarity we were pretty quiet while we got dressed and picked up the rest of our gear. We walk out of the locker room and head toward the lobby. The guy at the front desk gave us a knowing look as he asked if the locker room was cleared out.

As we reached the parking lot, Nick turned and said, “One of the guys on my team is pretty good with drills. This is our usual time, and he’ll be here with me next week.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant drills on or off the ice, but I’ll come back next week to find out.