This story is about 18 year old Zach who just moved with his family to another city. He loves sport, so he joins the local ice hockey team. Part 1 It's the first practice so I've just brought everything; shampoo, fresh clothes, big towel. Everything to be on the safe side if these guys normally shower afterwards. My old team wasn't really used to it, some guys did it, but not everybody. I've showered a couple of times myself after practice but that was when nobody was in the locker room anymore. And, as my home was practically next to the arena, I was just as quickly done when I showered at home as when I showered at the arena. I've seen some teammates taking a shower, but that was just once or twice and I don't know why stopped doing it. Some guys would take a shower but continue to wear their underwear. Pretty stupid if you ask me, because often the total outline of their manhood was visible, so then what are you trying to hide? But then, my old team wasn't really a group of friends, nobody really hung out together, it was just hockey. I'm hoping that will change with this team. And I know it's actually normal to just take a shower with your team, so I'm prepared. Maybe it's even the thing I'm most nervous about. I mean, meeting new people and ice skating has never been a problem to me. Public nudity, it always takes me a while before I can just strip down like that in front of friends or total strangers. I don't know what it really is, it just makes me feel uncomfortable in a way. Even though I don't want it to feel uncomfortable, it still does. I would like to have a team in which everybody is friends and nobody makes a fuss about seeing each other naked and all, even though it means for me that I have to get over my insecurity. With his helmet in his hand, Sean pats me on my shoulder as we walk from the ice rink. "It's Zach, right?" he asks and his sweaty hairs stick to his face. "Yeah, Zach. You're Sean?" "I'm Sean, yeah. I was actually impressed man. I think you're a great add to this team, great playing out there." "Thanks. I didn't know what to expect but I kind of liked it." "Well, we aren't that good, you know. Small town, not many kids, not many talent. But we make up for it with parties." he says, laughing. He's right, I wasn't that impressed by the qualities of this team. Some were just really bad, and only a few were good, like Dave. I stop to pick up my bag, which I put down right next to the rink. When I came here, I was a bit late and couldn't find the locker room, so quickly put on my equipment at the side of the rink and joined my new team. I want to ask Sean if we're walking to the locker room right now, if we're going to take a shower or something, if showering is normal in this team and I want to ask them if they have stalls or just one open shower area, but I don't ask him anything. Then, Sean takes off his skates and cleans them and puts them in his bag. Only on his socks, he waits for me to do so. I thought they had these rubber mats all the way to the locker room, so you could walk there on your skates, but I guess they haven't. I take off my skates. "We have to go outside for a shower." Sean informs me. "Outside?" He shrugs. "They are redoing the locker rooms, but it's taking them ages." "So, where do we have to take a shower?" "There's temporarily this sort of mobile shower unit outside. You're lucky if you've got warm water." Another guy comes up to us and I know his name is Mitch. He takes a hold of my shoulder while he takes his skates off and says I did a good job on the ice and that he like to have me on his team. The three of us walk outside, it's not cold, to the shower unit. It's a trailer for a truck and there are three showers inside. In stalls. Three stalls next to each other and a very small corridor which has a door on one side. We're the first three so we all get in one. I'm the last to enter the trailer so Mitch and Sean take the first two and I walk further to the last one. I lock the door behind me. I hear other guys approaching and I don't want them to wait for too long so I quickly undress and turn on the water and luckily the water is warm. I rinse myself with shampoo, wash my hair, feet, the rest of my body when I hear one of the guys entering the small cabin. I hear a door banging open and it's Dave, one of the best players of the team, saying: "Hey, hot Mitch! How's it hanging man?" "Can't you see for yourself, Dave? This is how it hangs." Apparently, Mitch didn't lock his door. "Great as always, great as always." "It is that you aren't naked right now, otherwise I would have an erection, you know that my friend!" Both burst out in laughter and Dave adds, this time in a serious voice: "Hurry up, because I need to go to my bitch. Need to clean my cock before I bone every breath out of her." Dave walks on, and I'm in the last stall of the three and I hear he also swings open Sean's door. "Hurry up Sean, I'm in a hurry." "You always are, Dave. Just let me finish." "You always take these long showers, guess it's because you've got three legs, right?" Dave asks and laughs. "Fuck off, Dave." "No bad feelings, you know I have no need to be jealous." "You know what the girls said, Dave. I'm bigger. So, bye Dave." Then, Dave hits my door and I don't know if he just pushed it or slammed it or kicked it with his foot, but it almost breaks and I've already turned off the water. "Who's in here?" he shouts. "I am." I say in a normal tone. "Who the fuck is 'I am'?" "Zach, the new guy." "Oh, okay. Well, hurry up new guy." I quickly dry off and put on my fresh clothes even though my back is still wet and stuff my equipment in my back and open the door while my hair is still dripping. The space in front of the three stalls is really small so Dave stands inside Sean's stall, who's got the middle one, to let me pass. I want to walk outside, where there are other guys waiting to take a shower but Dave calls me: "Hey new guy, wait a moment." I turn around to walk back to the stall and I'm in front of Sean's stall and I know that nobody can see me now except for Sean. As I turn around, I quickly glance over his body and I see he's got his eyes closed and is letting the water running onto his face. Quickly, I check him out and it's unbelievable. A smooth, hairless and well-developed chest. Big nipples, big pecs and strong shoulders. A light six-pack and strong legs. Between these legs a perfect penis. It's thick, round and very long and uncircumcised. He's got short pubic hair above his cock but I can see he maintains it very well. Underneath his cock are two huge low-hanging balls, no hair on his sack. I all sport this is a nanosecond while I glance over while I'm turning around. I step over to the stall I used to be in and I'm now in between the two stalls. I can see only a side of Sean, and I see a part of Dave, undressing, now taking off his pants, revealing his jockstrap. While he puts down his jockstrap I casually look around, inspect the wall and the floor and the ceiling and ask: "What's up?" "I liked your play, new guy." Dave says. "Pretty offensive, right? I like that." He's naked now and he's got his back to me while he turns on the shower. I check him out and he's also pretty muscular, like Sean. When he turns around, he looks me in the eye, so I can't really avoid him. "What's your name again?" he asks while he rubs his cock, ass, nipples, armpits, cock, in that order. Sean has stopped showering and is now drying off. "Zach." "Ok. Zach. Mine's Dave but I guess you already knew." "Yeah, I know." Dave's got some hair on his chest, but I guess he's trimming it too keep them short. He also has these short hairs under his armpits. Then, just a matter of a second or nanosecond, I glance over at Dave's cock. I guess wondered if this bragger, this alpha-male, also had an impressive cock and I check it out, real quickly. But it's enough for Dave to see me looking and he says: "Kind of impressive, right?" "What?" I ask and I feel getting red. "What you were just looking at." He looks me right in the face. I begin stammering and getting more red. "Don't worry, take a look again." And I see how he grabs his cock and swings it around a little. "What do you think of it? Don't you think it's big?" I stammer some more, not knowing what to say. Then, Sean steps forward, out of his stall, dry, towel in his hand but still completely naked and looks over in Dave's stall. "Dave is kind of proud of his member, you see. Just get used to it, he will grab every occasion to just whip it out and show it off." Sean says. "Of course. It's fat and long, I've got girls texting me just to fuck them once cause their boyfriends can't get them off." Dave shouts. "I've been told you're a shower, Dave. And that you can't get it up most of the time." "Fuck you, Sean." Dave stops touching his own cock. "Look at yours. It may be long and shit but it's thin as hell, no girl likes that. Mine is long and fat, you should hear them screaming when I fuck them hard." "You're so gay." Sean says and returns to his stall to get dressed. "Me? Gay? Dude, when was the last time you fucked a girl? Like four months? Me, Dave, I fucked one this morning and I'm in a hurry to fuck another right now. So shut up about being gay, you faggot!" Sean smiles while he puts on his clothes and Dave continues showering. Sean and Mitch, who's also ready, leave the trailer. "So Zach, right?" Dave asks me. "I don't know what I wanted to ask you." I stand there for a couple more seconds while the next guy, whose name I forgot, enters the stall Sean was in and undresses. His back to me. While he bends over, I spot his low hanging balls, but no cock, so I guess he doesn't have an impressive member. The guy takes a shower with his back to me and Dave says: "Well, see you next time. New guy." and I leave. I wonder how Sean and especially Dave and the rest of the team would react if they found out that my cock is actually way bigger than Mitch's.