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Bryan McCabe sat up against his locker in the Toronto Maple Leafs locker room at the Air Canada Centre. The Leafs had just won a difficult game against the Carolina Hurricaines 5-4. McCabe scored the game winning goal with under a minute left. He was having one of the best seasons in his career in the NHL. He'd been chosen to be part of Canada's Olympic hockey team at the 2006 games in Italy. McCabe had many reasons to be happy and yet he had been sitting here alone for nearly 3 hours. It was 2:30 in the morning and the last of his teammates had left before midnight. He didn't go to any of the press interviews, he had barely undressed. His skates were still on and the only thing missing from his regular equipment was his white and blue team jersey. Sitting there by himself he listened to hear if the cleaning crews had finally left the locker room. Sensing that he was alone he slowly took off his pads. McCabe untied his skates and set them aside and continued taking off his equipment until he was standing up wearing only a tight jockstrap. His hair was a mess, his whole body drenched in sweat. He could smell his sweaty, jock body and he could feel his manhood rising. This is what he was waiting for.
His nearly naked body moved closer to the middle of the locker room where the team would gather before and after games and during intermissions. He sat down on a bench and started to lean back. McCabe started sliding the jockstrap down his muscular thighs exposing his immaculate 8.5 inch piece of throbbing cock. He squeezed his balls and stroked his dick. He brought the jock up to his face and inhaled his own scent. He could feel his cock throb as the powerful odor of his workout surrounded him. His right hand ventured up his body to his nipples and he began pulling on them, soft and then harder. The jockstrap stayed pressed against his face and soft moans could be heard coming from his mouth. McCabe's cock throbbed and his balls ached. He needed release but he was torturing his body. He was beyond horny but he wanted his orgasm to flood his body with his fluids. Reaching both hands down he gripped his shaft and slowly rubbed his cockhead. His moans kept getting increasingly louder. Naked and alone his cock started dripping precum. He gathered some on his index finger and brought it to his mouth before eagerly licking it off and then he started sucking on his finger. Stroking his raging cock with his left hand and sucking on his right index finger his body was in complete ecstasy. He pumped his shaft harder and rougher making himself moan and somewhat gag on his finger. He brought his finger down and arched his back up allowing his ass to become exposed. He shoved his finger up his hole and let out a loud moan and his whole body throbbed.
He looked over to his left and saw that a locker had been left open right beside him. Seeing the number 14 his cock throbbed involuntarily and he squeezed his shaft to control himself. Matt Stajan and his 22 year old cock. McCabe could never forget when he was just starting in the NHL for the Islanders in the mid 90s and all the veteran players were eager to use his body for their pleasure. Stajan had fulfilled many of McCabe's fantasies in the 2003-2004 season when Stajan joined the Leafs for the end of the season. Stajan's hole had become McCabe's favourite playtoy. Sadly, this season, with the addition of Kyle Wellwood, Alex Steen and Carlo Colaiacovo, Stajan has been very busy. McCabe reached over and swung the locker open and there it was, Stajan's jock. He grabbed it and brought it up to his face, still wet with ball sweat. His cock throbbed and precum dripped like a fountain from his raging cock. Leaving Stajan's jock covering his mouth and nose Bryan McCabe stretched out to start really working his magnificent cock. Grabbing the cockhead he rubbed his palm all over the piss slit, collecting all the leaking prejizz. He rubbed his hand all over his pecks and tweaked his own nipples. He started grunting and moaning loudly as he fisted his shaft with his left hand. His tight, muscular hockey body was still glistening with sweat from the hockey game and the mixture of his own odor and the sweat from Stajan's jockstrap made McCabe's whole body shudder as his 8.5 inch cock throbbed. Memories of fucking different hockey players after games in various cities flooded into his mind. He remembered the time that he thrashed Sidney Crosby in the visitor's locker room in the middle of the night after Crosby's first NHL game in Canada. And the time Jason Spezza begged his rival team's assistant captain to bareback him. McCabe had had many memorable nights with various Ottawa Senators' players. From Vermette to Fisher, and even Bochenski and McGrattan in one hot foursome with Maple Leafs winger Ponikarovsky. Even the Calgary Flames all-star Jarome Iginla has begged McCabe to fill his manhole on more than one occasion. McCabe rarely has to spend a night alone. This season he has had many chances to fuck Jason Spezza's insatiable hole. Spezza loves to scream and get fucked rough and McCabe is no strange to bondage. Before Joe Thronton was traded from the Bruins to the Sharks everytime the Leafs played Boston Thornton found himself handcuffed to a hotel room bedpost.
Fisting his shaft McCabe wished there was a hot cock filling his hole right now. He wasn't much for bottoming but once in a while he loved to get fucked. Only one person has ever had the pleasure of filling McCabe's hole with fresh man jizz, Thomas Kaberle, his usual defense partner. The Czech had a thick 7.5 inch cock that perfectly stretched McCabe's ass. He wished that Kabby was there to bareback him and feed him his jizz. McCabe's cock was leaking so much that he was bound to blow a massive loud very soon. He threw Stajan's jock back into locker number 14 and glanced around the room while still beating his shaft. He lifted his legs up and arched his back and allowed his right hand to snake down his body and start teasing his hole. Pushing in two fingers right away he stroked his dick angrily with his left hand. Squeezing the huge, throbbing cockhead he tried not to scream. His whole body was about to erupt in a mind blowing orgasm and he was eager to taste his own seed. His hand went flying up his shaft once more before he screamed out loud and 4 giant bursts of cum flew out of his cock. Landing up near his erect nipples he groaned as another 4 shots landed on his abs. He squeezed out a few more drops into his palm and eagerly licked it off his hand. He wiped the fresh cum off his body and sucked on his fingers as he greedily ate up all of his own seed. With his cock practically still fully hard he grabbed his jock that had been lying on the floor and walked back to his locker. Walking by a mirror McCabe noticed a rather large glob of cum hanging off his cheek and using his finger he wiped it into his mouth, smiling.
Reeking of cum and sweat he realized he definitely needed a shower before heading back home to get some much needed rest before a busy day tomorrow. He grabbed a towel from his locker and headed to the shower. Turning on the tap he waited until the temperature was right and before long the whole shower room was full of steam. He was beginning to feel very tired and the orgasm he just had had depleted his energy levels. His cock started throbbing again, which wasn't unusual. Quite often he would actually have to jerk off two to three times in a row before he was completely satisfied. The same thing held true for sex. Most guys were barely able to satisfy the stud. He leaned into the shower spray and steadied himself with his right hand against the shower wall and pumped his shaft for all he was worth. Gripping his balls and then stroking his shaft as his cockhead flared. Within minutes the same sensations were pulsating through his body as streams of cum shot out of his cock all over his leg. After his shower he quickly grabbed his stuff and headed out to his car. He noticed a cleaning crew mopping the hallways and blushed as he walked by them, nervous and embarrassed, hoping no one saw anything.