Hockey Team Sleepover 03

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Chapter 3: How the Girl Felt

It was relaxed between us once I let go of his dick. We didn't talk about it, just kind of cleaned up and changed the topic to video games. He sat up, and I shook the cum off my hand, getting it on his shirt. We both ignored it and pulled up our underwear, and leaned forward for another round of gaming.

The “who finishes faster” joke became a running gag that followed us everywhere that day. We kept it coded and dumb on purpose, little one-liners we dropped during loading screens, after cheap deaths, or when someone won by a pixel. When my mom came in with snacks, it shifted into breakfast talk and speed-run bragging, harmless on the surface, but specific enough that we’d lock eyes, snort, and lose it.

It bled into everything. If one of us beat a level quickly, the other would call it a fluke. If someone lagged, it turned into exaggerated sympathy. We leaned into it, shoulders brushing on the couch. Every joke felt like a test to see how far we could go without saying anything out loud.

The size jokes came next, casual and competitive in the same breath. I said I was the only one with enough firsthand evidence to make the call since I had jerked him off, trying to sound confident instead of curious. He laughed and shot back that length was clearly "a win" for him, stretching his arms like he was measuring some invisible giant cock. We didn't settle it, and that unfinished argument hung between us a bit, making it obvious that we both cared way more than we were willing to admit.

To distract me during the game, he started poking me, and the pokes got closer to my crotch without acknowledging it. I did the same back to him, and eventually we started touching each other without pretext, giving each other boners and playing around. The humor kept things light and confident, turning intimacy into a new normal between us, like nothing had changed, even though we had never gone as far as touching each other before. The fact that we weren’t virgins felt like it gave us all the runway we needed to explore each other’s bodies.

At one point, he reached into my shorts directly and started actually jerking me. It felt like relief after all the tension I had felt all day. We dropped the controllers, and he laid down between my legs, his perky butt barely covered by his loose gym shorts as he settled onto his elbows and inspected my dick. There was a loose context that he was trying to see if I was really “bigger” than him, but in reality he was just having fun playing with my body at this point. I looked at him and felt hornier than ever. 

“I still haven’t cum today yet,” I said, “not since the shower this morning.”

“Crazy,” he said back, “I’ve cum like four times I think.”

I didn’t know what to do with my hands, and they moved around a bit restlessly. I wanted more, but I didn’t even know what exactly. 

“Did your girl give you head last night?” I asked, my eyes open and uncertain as I looked down at him between my legs.

“No,” he said, looking up at me.

“Mine either,” I said, some hesitation in my voice. “I’ve never had a blowjob still.”

“Kinda crazy we’ve both fucked without getting head,” he said, stroking me right next to his face.

I didn’t say anything, I just put a hand on his cheek and pressed my thumb into his mouth, pulling his cheek a bit to the side as he stared at me and let me do what I wanted.

I moved my hand to the side of his head, and without me pressing down, he moved his mouth down to my dick. He did it so slowly, I felt his breath on me first, making my dick twitch. When he put his lips on it, I shuddered again. He pulled back for just a second.

“I guess I owe you one for the handjob,” he said casually, as he leaned forward and put my dick in his mouth. The instant heat and wetness was heaven. 

“Fuck,” I said, “It’s so warm.”

It made him chuckle to hear that. I felt his giggling breaths on my crotch as he kept my shaft in his mouth, before moving his tongue in circles around it. I thought it was supposed to be a learned skill, but he must have been a natural, because it felt amazing from the beginning.

“It’s better than her pussy,” I said, letting the words slip out before I realized how it sounded. 

He started laughing, and had to pull off of my dick, holding it to the side. His laughter made me giggle as well, and soon we were both just chuckling while he held my throbbing dick in his hands. 

“Can you… keep going?” I said hopefully.

“Yeah,” he said like he was much less nervous than I was. He sank back down and started massaging me again with his lips and tongue, going a little further with each bob of his head until it hit the tight part in the back of his throat. 

“That feels the best,” I said, holding his head down for a second. He took the note and tried to jam my dick hard into the back of his throat as much as he could, holding me by the base and stroking in between slurps. My whole body was on fire and I finally had too much.

“Stop,” I said, “Or I’ll cum.”

“Isn’t that the point?” he said, pulling off again.

“I want to last longer,” I said. 

“But my jaw is sore already,” he said, rubbing his face. 

“Let me try something new, as a practice for girls,” I ventured, scooting out from underneath him and crawling around to his side. 

He lay face down and rested his head on his arms, like he was getting ready for a massage. I surprised him by going for his waistband and pulling his shorts down past his butt. He chuckled. 

“What’re you doing back there?” he said, apparently somewhat concerned that I was venturing into his most vulnerable area. 

“I wanna try something,” I said, “just relax.”

“Ok…” he said, still suspicious of me. 

I dove down and summoned all the videos I had watched over the years of guys eating out girls, and spread his cheeks. I prodded him with my thumb and watched him quiver a bit.

“It’s cool that you have no hair here,” I said, leaning close to him, “I have a little.”

“Wow Mr. Manly back there,” he said, making me chuckle. 

I got close enough to smell him, and was surprised it wasn’t bad. It was just his musk, his natural scent that I was used to. I gripped his perky cheeks in my hands, held them tightly, and dove in. I stuck my tongue out and licked a circle around his hole. 

The ring closed on my tongue quickly, making me instinctively push in harder. I felt his cheeks tense in my hands and squeeze together on my face as I started to feel the energy of it all. I didn’t even know if this would feel good, but I could tell in seconds that he was having the time of his life while I tongue-punched his hole as hard as I could. I started doing circles, and Xes, and every shape I could imagine just to hit every angle in and around the hole. It was the closest I had ever felt to another human being.

He started leaning back into my face, and when he got up on all fours, hit wet, pink hole started to look too tempting to avoid. I got up on my knees, and wordlessly pressed my leaking dick right up to his hole. I felt him quiver beneath me as I applied pressure, and soon I was slowly stretching him around me. 

He just braced and leaned into it. His dick was rock hard and jutting into the air below him. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I wanted to try one more thing before I came. I reached around to jerk him while I was inside him, and his steel-hard pole pulsed in my hands as soon as I touched him. Somehow, he came even before I did, and I felt him squirt out load after load, releasing the slightest vocal “huhhh” sound. 

The tightening of his hole on my dick made me a goner, and I was cumming alongside him a moment later. I filled him up with a day’s worth of horny hormonal male seed. I watched myself pulse, stretching his hole, making it look way too stretched out. 

I finally let go of his cheeks, and saw that I had gotten a bit rough with him, making them red with handprints and lines.

“Damn, your ass is jacked up,” I said as I slowly pulled myself out of him. 

He flinched when I finally popped the head out, and I saw his hole gape for a moment, his pink insides on display for me. Just as it closed up again, it dripped out a white string of cum. He stayed there on all fours for a minute, gathering himself as I watched my load drip down to his balls, then onto the carpet. 

“Fuck, dude,” I said, sitting back onto my bare ass. “How did that feel?”

“Well,” he said, flipping over to sit across from me, both our hard, floppy dicks resting on our thighs, “I know what it’s like to be the girl now… I guess.”

That began our special thing we had for a couple years. We would basically get off with each other casually whenever we were alone together, including anal if one of us was up for bottoming, which was most of the time. We snuck up to the school belltower before graduating, and we fucked each other while looking down at the other students who were too far away to see anything. We joked and hinted about it around other guys sometimes, but for the most part, no one else knew what we were doing. Little Ryan did ask me to experiment with him a couple times too, and that was fun and intense for a bit, but short lived after he got converted by some christian youth group and became a repressed and depressed religious kid instead. 

Max and I kept our thing pretty private, but sometimes couldn’t resist doing some wild stuff in the bathrooms at school. It would always start as a text of something like, “I need my big dick sucked” in the middle of class, and we would get ourselves excused and go to town on each other in a stall. 

We never officially got in trouble, but we did get accused of smoking pot for a period when everyone, including the teachers, noticed us sneaking off together a lot. We never defended the rumor, because it didn’t really matter, and they didn’t even have drug tests at that level of hockey, so we just let people think what they wanted so we wouldn’t have to explain what we were actually doing. If anything, once the actual stoners realized they couldn’t get any weed from us because we didn’t have any, the rumors never gained any traction.

On the hockey team, for some reason no one ever really suspected anything. The extent of the gay jokes in our microculture, combined with Max and I being the first two to lose our v-cards to hot college girls, pretty much cemented us as the most hetero guys on the team, possibly in the whole school. We never had to defend all the alone time we spent together, even when we acted suspicious about it and people thought we were getting high.

Overall, it was an important period of my life, and I’ve hardly told anyone about it. It all started because I wasn’t afraid to say yes when something fun happened.