Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, not of fact. The players and teams mentioned are real, but the story does not imply the sexuality of any of the players mentioned.
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Chris Gratton had just finished with one of the skates that the Buffalo Sabres run for local charities when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Grats. How you doing?"
"I'm good. What's up?" Chris identified the voice on the other end of the phone immediately at Taylor Pyatt.
"Not much. Just thought I'd see how the skate went today?"
"Great, Tay. You should have been here, I think you'd have had a great time."
"Yeah, I know, but what are you going to do? I would have been there if I hadn't pulled a back muscle the other day. Couple of days rest is what I needed, anyways. You feel like coming over to my place for a bit?"
"Sure, Tay. I can be there in about an hour. See you then."
Gratton had become a mentor to Pyatt in Buffalo when he was traded to the Sabres from the Islanders. The two players were constantly around each other, which Chris didn't mind in the least, considering that he was absolutely infatuated with Pyatt. Gratton had seen Pyatt's youthful body many times in the dressing room before and after games and practices, and never got tired of gazing over Taylor's smooth face and chest, and his round, firm ass. The only problem with Gratton's infatuation was that Taylor had never shown any inclination towards being gay. Chris ran his hand through his short, blond hair and decided that this would be the day that he would introduce Taylor's ass to his hard cock.
Gratton arrived at Pyatt's apartment and rapped on the door.
"Hey Chris! Come on in, I left the door unlocked for you." Pyatt yelled from the living room. Gratton showed himself into the apartment and tossed his Sabres leather jacket onto the coat tree in the hallway. As he walked into Pyatt's living room, he saw Taylor lying on the couch, covered with a blanket, watching a hockey game on television.
"So how are you feeling, Tay?"
"Not too bad right now. My back is still a little sore, but nothing that a little rest won't fix."
Chris saw this as a perfect opportunity to put his plan in motion. He walked up to the arm of the couch where Taylor was resting his head on a pillow and stood, observing the hot young stud lying in front of him.
"You know, Tay," Chris said, trying to hide his grin, "I could give you a good back massage. My mom taught me how to do massages; I think I can make your back feel a bit better. What do you think?"
"Sure, Chris. Why not? If you can make me feel better, by all means, please do."
"OK, Tay. Let's go to your bedroom so you can lie down and I'll have a little easier access than here on your couch."
Taylor tossed the blanket onto the back of the couch and stood up. Gratton stood beside the couch and stared at the young Sabre stud. Pyatt wore a Sabres t-shirt and a pair of warm-up pants, and Chris scanned the entire length of his fit body. Taylor stood nearly as tall as Chris, if not slightly taller. Having just risen from the couch, Pyatt's dark hair was mussed slight, which was a look Chris loved. Even more adorable, however, was the way Taylor's eyes always seemed to shine. Chris was a sucker for a great set of eyes, and the look of trust and naivety in Taylor's caused a stirring in Gratton's jeans.
The two players walked down the hallway and into Pyatt's bedroom. Taylor flopped onto the bed and flipped onto his stomach so Chris could work on his back. Chris stood back and stared at Taylor's perfect ass literally staring at him.
"OK, Tay. You got any baby oil here? The massage works much better when I've got some oil to use."
"Yeah, Grats. Check the bathroom, it should be under the cabinet."
"Thanks. While I go get that, you might as well take off your shirt and get ready."
Chris strolled into the bathroom and found the oil. He looked at himself in the mirror and grinned. "Not bad, Grats, your plan is working perfectly." He chuckled to himself. Gratton walked back into the bedroom and was awestruck by the vision lying on the bed in front of him. He stared at Pyatt's perfectly tanned and sculpted upper body, contrasted against the black of his warm-up pants, and could feel his hard cock straining further inside his tight pants. As he walked over to the bed, he gazed at the firm definition of Pyatt's shoulders and back muscles as they tapered down to his narrow waist.
"OK, Tay," Gratton said as he sat on the edge of the bed, "The oil will be a little cold to start, but it'll be fine once I've warmed it up." Gratton squirted a small amount of the oil onto Pyatt's smooth back, and Taylor jumped slightly from the cold sensations. However, he relaxed once Gratton's hands started working the oil into his back and shoulders. Chris roamed the entire length of Pyatt's back, working his fingers deep into his muscles. He could feel Pyatt's muscles relaxing with each pass. Pyatt even moaned quietly as Chris worked on his shoulders.
"Man, Chris, you sure know what you're doing. My back feels so much better right now."
"Don't worry, Tay, I'm just getting started." Chris decided now was the time to start being bolder with his actions. The next time he ran his fingers down the length of Pyatt's back, he started to slowly work around his waist, slowly edging Taylor's warm-up pants down over his firm ass. Taylor was still oblivious to what Chris was doing, as he was so relaxed from the great massage that he was getting. Gratton could see that Pyatt was not objecting to his actions, so he decided to see how far he could go. In one swift motion moving down his back, he continued until Pyatt's warm-ups were completely off his tight butt and partly down his legs.
"What the hell are you doing, Grats?" Taylor said, as he was jolted to reality from the feeling of Gratton's hands kneading his ass cheeks.
"Just relax, Tay. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. That is, unless you asked me to." Chris responded, with an evil laugh.
"But...Grats, it feels like you're playing with my ass and not massaging my back now."
"Yeah, your point?"
"It almost sounds like you really like this, Grats. Are you gay?"
"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" Chris could almost picture his fantasy drifting away in front of his eyes.
"Well, no, but...but...I've never known anyone that way...I mean, I've never known anybody gay, especially anyone I've ever played hockey with."
"You have to trust me, Tay. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. C'mon, you might not be gay, but I'm going to make you see stars in a little bit."
"I don't think I really want to be a part of whatever it is you're going to do, Grats."
"Tay, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I just want to share this fantastic experience with you. I mean, after all, we're teammates."
"I think you're going to have to prove to me why I should give myself to you."
"Um, Tay, I've already given you a fantastic massage, and that's only the beginning."
"Yeah, Grats, but that's only a massage. I mean, you're talking about my ass here. I just don't know if this is something I want to do, even if it's with you."
"Tell you what, Tay, you let me do this, and if you don't like it or want me to stop, just say the word."
Pyatt seemed to be content with Gratton's response to his questioning. Walking back over to Taylor's bed, Gratton pulled Pyatt's pants off of his body, leaving him completely naked on the bed. Chris stared at the naked Sabre in front of him, and started to remove the clothing he was wearing as well. Pyatt could only lie and stare at the blond god stripping in front of him. Yes, he'd seen Gratton's naked body on many occasions in the locker room before, but never had any reason to pay any attention. Now as he watched Chris remove his shirt to reveal his smooth chest, Taylor quietly moaned his approval. Chris wasn't tanned like he was, and he didn't have the tight chest definition that he did, but Gratton's body was just good looking. Smooth and flat, Gratton's chest ran perfectly to his taut stomach. Taylor was starting to get turned on by his teammate standing in front of him. What surprised Pyatt the most, however, was Gratton's hard cock. Taylor had never seen a cock quite so big and thick, and he could only stare in amazement at Gratton's hard 10-inch monster dick that stood straight out from his blond pubes. Climbing onto the bed, he sat on the back of Pyatt's legs, resting his stiff dick in Pyatt's ass crack.
"Just relax, Tay." Gratton said as he resumed his massage of Pyatt's back. He could feel the tension completely seep out of Pyatt's body, until relaxation set in again. Gratton's fingers danced across Pyatt's back, shoulders and neck. When Chris was satisfied that Taylor was relaxed again, he edged back along his legs so he could work Taylor's ass with his hands. Gratton licked his lips at how firm and full Pyatt's ass felt in his grip, knowing that his ass had never been touched by a hard, stiff cock. Gratton's already stiff cock grew harder at the thought that it would be his cock that would be the first inside Pyatt's ass.
Sliding back further along Pyatt's legs, Chris leaned forward and started to gently tongue Taylor's twitching hole. Pyatt moaned in agreement as Gratton's soft, wet tongue teased his hole. Taylor thought to himself, "Chris was right about this. This feels fucking amazing." He relaxed as Chris continued to gently lick his hot, tight hole and massage his firm legs. Taylor was even starting to feel a stirring in his dick from the feelings shooting through his body. Chris made sure that he was completely thorough in warming up Pyatt's tight hole. He had to, otherwise he knew there would be no way that Taylor would be able to take his monstrous dick in his asshole.
"Fuck, Chris, that feels good. I love what you're doing to me."
"I'm just getting started, Tay. You haven't felt anything yet."
Chris pried apart Taylor's ass cheeks and squirted a little of the baby oil on his hole. Gratton gently started to insert one finger to loosen Pyatt's hole to get him ready to take his hard cock. Pyatt squirmed slightly as he felt the intrusion into his hole, but he was enjoying the feelings.
"That feels weird, Grats. If that's what your finger feels like, I don't think I'm going to be able to take your dick. How can you guys do this?"
"It's easy, Tay. You get used to it, and your hole will stretch. I'm just trying to get you loosened enough that it'll be easier for you. Just relax, and soon you'll be riding my dick like an expert."
Gratton continued to work his fingers into Pyatt's tight ass until Taylor was able to take three of Gratton's fingers. Chris took the bottle of baby oil and squirted a small bit into his hand to lube up his stiff cock. Leaning forward, he started to slowly push his dick into Taylor's tight hole.
"Ow! Oh, fuck, Grats. I don't think I can do this, man! Oh, fuck!"
"Just relax, Tay. I'll go slow, but you have to relax. It's going to hurt for little bit to start, but you'll be fine once I'm completely inside you."
"Not too fucking likely, Grats, but I trust you." Taylor's voice emitted complete trust in Gratton; even if it was in something that Pyatt had no knowledge or experience in. Ever so slowly and gently, Gratton continued to push more and more of his hard dick into Pyatt's ass until his entire length was buried inside.
"This just feels so fucking weird, Grats. You're right, it doesn't hurt now, but it just feels weird."
"I'm only getting started, Tay. Get ready for a wild ride." Gratton began to slowly pull his cock out of Pyatt's ass, then push the length back deep inside. More and more, Gratton was increasing the intensity and speed of his fucking. Chris figured that Pyatt was used to his cock in his ass, and was actually enjoying it, because Taylor was starting to moan gently into the pillow.
"Fuck, Grats, you're right. This is starting to feel fucking awesome. Yeah, man, drive your cock into my ass." Gratton continued to pound Pyatt's ass with his hard cock while he massaged Taylor's back with his hands.
"Damn, Tay, you've got one fucking hot ass. You have no idea what you're doing to me with your tight ass. I fucking love this!" Chris whispered into Taylor's ear as he leaned forward to rub his smooth shoulders. Taylor responded with a soft moan that told Gratton exactly what he was feeling.
"Oh, fuck, Tay, I'm fucking ready to shoot. Going to cum in your hot ass. You want that, don't you, babe?"
"Yeah, Grats." Taylor moaned loudly. "Shoot in my ass. I need your load, fuck, do I need your load. Please, Grats, you've made me feel so good; do this for me."
Gratton thrust deeply into Pyatt's hole one last time as he leaned forward and locked hands with Pyatt. Chris groaned as he began to cum deep inside Taylor. Load after load of creamy white cum shot from Gratton's hard cock into Pyatt's tight ass. After he finished shooting, Chris pulled his softening cock from Pyatt's ass and turned Taylor over. Gratton had to stare at Pyatt's smooth, muscular chest. He had noticed how hot Pyatt had been in the dressing room before, but he had never had the opportunity to run his fingers across each of the muscle edges on his chest and stomach. Chris reveled in how soft Pyatt's skin was to the touch, and Taylor was starting to writhe in passion from the feeling of Gratton's fingers across his skin. Chris traced circles around Pyatt's now-hard nipples, and leaned forward to tease each one with his tongue. Pyatt's stiff cock was now leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto his stomach, which Gratton ran his finger through and moved around his smooth stomach and chest.
Sensing that Pyatt wasn't going to be long before he was going to shoot, Chris started to slowly suck on Taylor's hard, straining cock. Flicking his tongue across Taylor's dripping cock head, Pyatt started to moan and writhe from the sensations shooting through his body. Gratton continued to lick the sensitive underside of Pyatt's hard dick and took the length of his hard cock into his mouth. Chris could feel Pyatt's body tense up, as he was ready to cum. Just as Taylor was ready to shoot his hot load, Chris took the length of his shaft into his mouth so he could taste Pyatt's cum. Taylor groaned loudly as each blast hit the back of Gratton's mouth. After five large blasts, Chris arose from Pyatt's stiff, wet dick.
Chris leaned forward and started to massage Pyatt's shoulders again.
"Fuck, Grats, that was totally amazing. I've never felt anything like it!"
"Yeah, Tay, I figured you would. You've just got such a beautiful ass that was made for fucking. Too bad that you like women, or I could do this more often with you!"
"Well, I may still prefer women, I'll let you fuck me anytime. Grats, that was just fucking amazing."
The two Sabres studs curled up to rest on Pyatt's bed; Taylor nuzzling his head into Gratton's arm. The two of them both knew that they would be doing this again very soon, much to each other's delight, and Gratton realized that his dreams of Pyatt would now turn into a regular reality.
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