Hockey Players Wrestle Naked
Recently, during hockey practice there was an incident involving myself and another player, a guy named Todd Garner. My name is Brad Taylor and we play on the Lister College JV squad. Todd and I got into a fight on the ice. Yes, thats right, a fight! Two players from the same team fighting. Its rare but it happens. You see, Brad speared me in retaliation for some rough handling in the corner. The fight itself was short and inconclusive and we were ordered to sit out the remainder of the practice on opposite ends of the team bench. The players on the ice went through the motions in the remainder of the time; they seemed distracted by something, and suddenly I realized what it was. Their minds were racing ahead to our punishment ordeal! You see, two players who got into a fight in practice were forced to wrestle each other in the locker room in front of the whole team. No big deal, you think? Except the twist is that the two wrestlers must be jaybird naked!
Remembering this club rule caused a brief panic in me. The obvious motive for such a match is to humiliate the participants in the eyes of their teammates. But I also became concerned that I would lose the wrestling match as well. I glanced down the bench at Todd and tried to evaluate my opponent. I noticed his backside in the shower a couple of times; he was about 5 foot ten inches with a big muscular ass. In other words, he was a worthy opponent for a slightly taller, leaner opponent like myself.
After practice when we all gathered in the locker room it quickly became apparent that my teammates thought the whole thing was a big hoot. They kept their hockey gear on as they gathered around the appointed area for the match, most of them grinning from ear to ear. The worst thing was the presence of the skinny kid who collected towels, as I definitely thought only team members should witness the match. After being ordered to strip by the team captain, Todd and I peeled off our equipment to the accompaniment of laughter and comments from the guys. An added distraction occurred when Todd flipped off his supporter to reveal a disturbingly long dark uncut prick. Oh great! When carefully and discretely checking my teammates in the shower and dry off area I had sort of concluded we were all sort of average in the cock size department, except for Collins who had a genuine whopper. But I had missed seeing Todds. Well, I saw it now. When my own modest sized cut wiener plopped out of hiding I caught towel kid giving it a snort of derision and I had to check an urge to throttle the guy. I also noted the team had started to divide between a pro-Todd faction and a pro-Brad faction. One unseen Todd supporter made a comment about the cock size difference on display, which his buddies found amusing. When I swirled around to give them the finger they laughed even more.
Soon Brad and I were naked from head to toe. We began to circle each other without getting close enough to get into a clinch, so that our teammates began to get impatient and started to jeer us. I wondered how we were going to initiate body contact, when suddenly Todd grabbed me by the neck in an arm lock and tossed me to the carpet. The match was on! In a remarkably small amount of time I got used to man on man naked contact. The guys started to laugh at the sight of us grappling on the floor. As my arms encircled Todds bare flesh and struggled for supremacy against his muscles a feeling of euphoria overcame me. The pleasure of skin contact was dampened by the requirements of athletic exertion, and yet the two sensations combined to produce a heightened state of exhilaration. Panting, we unclenched and stood up facing each other. Our respective fans cheered either Todd or myself and urged us to get back into action. We soon did, grabbing each other by the shoulders in mutual attempts at take downs. I managed to topple Todd and lay on top of him but he quickly squirmed loose and briefly got on top of me. Before I shook him loose I got the distinct feel of his cock pressed against my left ass cheek, a totally unique sensation, believe me.
As we stood up again Todd wiggled his hips so that his lengthy cock swayed obscenely in my direction and his fans erupted in cheers at this taunting. Obviously, nude wrestling involved a different set of dynamics than the ordinary sort. I lunged at my opponents legs and managed to lift one. I then flipped him over and threw him to the floor, quickly pinning the back of his neck with my hands. When he tried to get up my dick and balls rubbed against his lower back. I managed to hold him in this degrading position for some time: it looked like I was fucking him! My faction cheered wildly and Todd became absolutely furious; he strained wildly to escape but I rode him. For a while, at least. When he managed to break free his face betrayed a vicious fury and he attacked me instantly. We collapsed on the floor again in a series of clinches during one of which he placed his face close to my ear and whispered:
Loser gets fucked, agreed?
Recently, during hockey practice there was an incident involving myself and another player, a guy named Todd Garner. My name is Brad Taylor and we play on the Lister College JV squad. Todd and I got into a fight on the ice. Yes, thats right, a fight! Two players from the same team fighting. Its rare but it happens. You see, Brad speared me in retaliation for some rough handling in the corner. The fight itself was short and inconclusive and we were ordered to sit out the remainder of the practice on opposite ends of the team bench. The players on the ice went through the motions in the remainder of the time; they seemed distracted by something, and suddenly I realized what it was. Their minds were racing ahead to our punishment ordeal! You see, two players who got into a fight in practice were forced to wrestle each other in the locker room in front of the whole team. No big deal, you think? Except the twist is that the two wrestlers must be jaybird naked!
Remembering this club rule caused a brief panic in me. The obvious motive for such a match is to humiliate the participants in the eyes of their teammates. But I also became concerned that I would lose the wrestling match as well. I glanced down the bench at Todd and tried to evaluate my opponent. I noticed his backside in the shower a couple of times; he was about 5 foot ten inches with a big muscular ass. In other words, he was a worthy opponent for a slightly taller, leaner opponent like myself.
After practice when we all gathered in the locker room it quickly became apparent that my teammates thought the whole thing was a big hoot. They kept their hockey gear on as they gathered around the appointed area for the match, most of them grinning from ear to ear. The worst thing was the presence of the skinny kid who collected towels, as I definitely thought only team members should witness the match. After being ordered to strip by the team captain, Todd and I peeled off our equipment to the accompaniment of laughter and comments from the guys. An added distraction occurred when Todd flipped off his supporter to reveal a disturbingly long dark uncut prick. Oh great! When carefully and discretely checking my teammates in the shower and dry off area I had sort of concluded we were all sort of average in the cock size department, except for Collins who had a genuine whopper. But I had missed seeing Todds. Well, I saw it now. When my own modest sized cut wiener plopped out of hiding I caught towel kid giving it a snort of derision and I had to check an urge to throttle the guy. I also noted the team had started to divide between a pro-Todd faction and a pro-Brad faction. One unseen Todd supporter made a comment about the cock size difference on display, which his buddies found amusing. When I swirled around to give them the finger they laughed even more.
Soon Brad and I were naked from head to toe. We began to circle each other without getting close enough to get into a clinch, so that our teammates began to get impatient and started to jeer us. I wondered how we were going to initiate body contact, when suddenly Todd grabbed me by the neck in an arm lock and tossed me to the carpet. The match was on! In a remarkably small amount of time I got used to man on man naked contact. The guys started to laugh at the sight of us grappling on the floor. As my arms encircled Todds bare flesh and struggled for supremacy against his muscles a feeling of euphoria overcame me. The pleasure of skin contact was dampened by the requirements of athletic exertion, and yet the two sensations combined to produce a heightened state of exhilaration. Panting, we unclenched and stood up facing each other. Our respective fans cheered either Todd or myself and urged us to get back into action. We soon did, grabbing each other by the shoulders in mutual attempts at take downs. I managed to topple Todd and lay on top of him but he quickly squirmed loose and briefly got on top of me. Before I shook him loose I got the distinct feel of his cock pressed against my left ass cheek, a totally unique sensation, believe me.
As we stood up again Todd wiggled his hips so that his lengthy cock swayed obscenely in my direction and his fans erupted in cheers at this taunting. Obviously, nude wrestling involved a different set of dynamics than the ordinary sort. I lunged at my opponents legs and managed to lift one. I then flipped him over and threw him to the floor, quickly pinning the back of his neck with my hands. When he tried to get up my dick and balls rubbed against his lower back. I managed to hold him in this degrading position for some time: it looked like I was fucking him! My faction cheered wildly and Todd became absolutely furious; he strained wildly to escape but I rode him. For a while, at least. When he managed to break free his face betrayed a vicious fury and he attacked me instantly. We collapsed on the floor again in a series of clinches during one of which he placed his face close to my ear and whispered:
Loser gets fucked, agreed?
