DISCLAIMER: this story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Raffi Torres stepped off the ice and onto the players bench. Although a chill hung in the air of Glendale Arena, sweat ran in hot rivulets from his neck, down his chest. He could feel the cold in his lungs as he inhaled. He looked around at the empty arena, imagining it full of loud and rowdy fans, but this was Phoenix, where they never sold out. He idly wondered why they moved here from Winnipeg in the first place. As he sat down he watched his teammates climb over the bench onto the ice.
They had been at practice for nearly two hours, and Raffi could feel gradual exhaustion make its way throughout his body. He stole a quick glance at backup goalie Ty Conklin, who was sitting at the far right side, and smiled when their eyes connected. Ty had suffered a broken wrist a few months ago, but thanks to vigourous training he had healed swiftly, and right now he was the biggest reason why the Edmonton Oilers made a shocking turnaround and were now comfortably sitting in a playoff spot. Raffi smirked as he thought of the Calgary Flames, who were now suffering through a spectacular 14-game winless skid and were sulking in 12th place.
Raffi was lost in his own thoughts until the coach's whistle made him jerk his head toward the ice and pay attention to what was going on.
"That's it guys," Coach MacTavish called. "We've turned things around on special teams and I'm glad to see we've been playing the game as a cohesive unit now. And it's about damn time! I want you all to remember the practice we did on the point for the special teams for later - our opposition is out, but they're still nothing to be scoffed at and we want to put as much distance between us and them as possible. Good jobs guys, hit the showers."
Raffi ran his hands under his jersey onto the sore spot on his belly where a hard shot from Stoll had hit him earlier. He groaned as his fingers lightly grazed it. His breath caught in his throat as he slowly rubbed it, trying to will away the pain in his mind.
Ty had noticed Raffi was still on the bench, and with a roll of his eyes, he skated back. Raffi flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. It was Ty. Raffi was tired, he didn't even realize everyone was already in the visitor's room.
Ty gave him a funny smirk. "Ha. Man you are jumpy today. It's time to go." He gestured around the bench with a cute jerk of his head. "Everyone's gone." Ty patted his shoulder, then skated back, and Raffi felt shivers go down his shoulders into his spine. He had always wanted Ty ever since he had come from Bridgeport and made his debut with Hamilton. He could still remember the heat between them as they showered next to each other after a big win in the AHL playoffs. He sighed. This was the NHL, and any heat they might have had between them was now a foregone conclusion, or his own delusions.
Without a word, Raffi made his way off the ice, into the visitors dressing room, and began to strip off his wet equipment. He ignored all the chatter in the room about tonight's game. The cool air on his hot muscles felt good as he toweled off his chiseled body. Raffi was 23 years old, 6 feet and 210 lbs. of pure muscle. His hair was a mix of red and dark blonde, and he had big round brown expressive eyes that made most girls stutter. Too bad I don't like fucking girls, Raffi thought to himself. He laughed darkly.
It was hard for him to make a conscious effort not to ogle his fellow teammates and pop an erection. Raffi was an exceptionally good-looking young man, and he knew it. He also knew he played with one of the NHL's youngest teams, resulting in a roster full of incredibly hot men, and there were many times he had to jump into a cold shower right away to avoid any potentially embarrassing situation. He stole a glance at Ethan Moreau's beautifully built ass before toweling off the rest of the sweat that made his body shine with a slick sheen.
Raffi had taken so long and had gotten so lost in his own thoughts that most of the team was already dressed and gone. Brad Isbister was just walking out the door, and at the far end of the room sat Ty and Tommy Salo. They were discussing rebound control of other NHL goalies. Tommy rose and said goodbye, and gave Raffi a smile and a pat on his muscular back as he departed, leaving Raffi and Ty alone.
Raffi was surprised that Ty wasn't even completely undressed yet. Ty was still in the process of getting his shoulder pads off, which was the only thing besides his tight white jock he still wore. Ty had just turned 28 last week, and had striking blue eyes and curly brown hair. He was 6 feet and 180 lbs, and in Raffi's opinion, one of the most handsome men he had ever seen. More often than not Raffi caught himself checking out Ty's ass, wishing he feel it with his hands or grind his cock against it. Raffi stood naked in front of his locker and winked at Ty, then hurriedly walked into the shower room with his towel draped over his shoulder.
Raffi hung his towel on a peg by the entrance and made his way to the closet knob. He grasped it and turned it to the right. He sighed with pleasure as hot water cascaded down his muscles. He felt the exhaustion melting away as he soaped up his young body. His eyes closed, his hands worked their way from his chest down to his stomach. He rubbed the soap across the neatly-trimmed hair on his crotch. He heard footsteps and stole a look to his left.
Raffi smiled. "Quit sneaking around like that, Ty!", he said in a quiet, but deep, sexy voice. "That's the second time you almost gave me a heart attack!"
Ty grinned at him as he made his way to the showerhead beside his. "It's not my fault you're a jumpy little kid today", he said with a shrug as his hands drifted toward the knob. Ty's eyes closed as the water began to spray his muscled, lean frame. Raffi caught himself staring at Ty's cock just as Ty opened one eye. Ty grinned again. Raffi quickly looked away, pretending he was looking down at his own body.
Raffi shook his head to himself in admonishment. 'What am I doing!' he thought. He could feel his cock stir, and turned to the side so all Ty could see was his ass and not his dick, which was growing bigger by the second. Raffi began to feel nervous. He was always in control of his body's impulses, he didn't know what was wrong this time. He soaped his raging hardon, hoping that it would make it subside, but to his horror his dick only got harder. He could feel it throb in his slippery hands.
Raffi gasped through his teeth - he felt Ty's hands at his sides. "What the fuck are you doing Ty?" Raffi demanded. He felt a shiver go down his spine as Ty moved his body closer. Raffi could feel Ty's dick pressing into his ass. Raffi gritted his teeth as he resisted to ugre to bend over and let Ty have his way with him. Raffi was always a top when he fucked other men, but he would have bottomed for Ty at that precise moment.
"What am I doing? You want it from me so badly, you can taste it. I can tell", Ty whispered into Raffi's ear. "I won't hide it anymore and neither should you. I know that you've wanted me ever since we played in Hamilton together. All I'm doing is letting you know that I want you to fuck my brains out". Raffi's eyes went wide as he licked his lips. Ty's tongue poked at Raffi's earlobe, making him cry out with pleasure. Ty ran his tongue down Raffi's neck, and kissed the muscles on his built upper back while massaging his ass with his free hands. Raffi stroked his dick harder.
Faster. He felt Ty's left hand slide around from his ass to Raffi's balls, and he shook as Ty lightly pulled them. Ty's tongue lingered teasingly on Raffi's lower back for a few seconds. "Turn around, stud", Ty demanded. Raffi obliged, and soon found himself looking down at his erect prick in front of Ty's smirking face. The water from the shower made their bodies slick. With a deliberatly teasing look right into his eyes, Ty slowly poked out his tongue and Raffi gasped as it made contact with the head of his hard cock.
"Fuck yes," Raffi moaned. "I...I need you..."
Ty bought his head up and he stopped what he was doing. He looked up at Raffi with a mischevious grin. "Need what?" Ty asked in a sly voice. "Tell me what you need."
Raffi grinned with his eyes closed. "I need you to...I want you to suck! Please!" He thrust his hips forward but Ty moved his head down.
"Suck what?", Ty asked innocently. "I can think of alot of things to suck".
With that, he ran his tongue down Raffi's throbbing shaft and closed his mouth around half of Raffi's sack and began to suck gently.
Raffi laughed out loud and wanted to yell with pleasure. "No you jerkoff!" Raffi laughed. "My dick!" Suck my dick! Please, Ty!" Raffi bought his strong hands down and ran them through Ty's curly, wet brown hair and guided his head towards his raging erection.
"You could have just said so in the first place!" Ty said in an annoyed voice. With a big smile, he looked right at Raffi as he licked the head of his cock before finally closing his mouth around it.
Raffi thrusted his hips back and forth slowly. "Ah...fuck yes!" Raffi groaned. "Your hot mouth feels so good". Ty looked up into Raffi's eyes as sucked, and smiled like there was nothing else he'd rather be doing than sucking Raffi off. Raffi began to gyrate his hips from side to side trying a little variety in how he fucked Ty's face, sometimes even feeling Ty's nose in his pubes while his dick was deep in Ty's throat. "Mmmmmm" Raffi groaned. Raffi grunted and moaned as Ty sucked. He lost track of time. It must have been 10 minutes already.
Raffi immediately pullled out. Footsteps!
"Hey what gives!" Ty complained loudly.
"Ssssh Ty!" Raffi whispered harshly. "Someone's coming" Raffi said much more gently. Ty nodded in understanding. He got up quickly and grabbed his towel. Before Ty was out of the shower room, he looked back at Raffi and winked while running his tongue across his lips. Raffi could feel his heart still pounding. He heard voices in the changing room.
"What in the hell is taking you so long!" someone asked. It sounded like Ryan Smyth, who was the new Captain of the team, ever since Jason Smith got traded to the Islanders for Dave Scatchard. Smyth was a great Captain, he had been wearing the 'C' for only two weeks, but the Oilers were undefeated during that stretch.
"Man, I must have lost track of time, I'm sorry!" Ty answered.
"Well, make it quick guys", Ryan called - he must know Raffi was still in here too he realized - "because we're not the only ones using this arena. We got a minor league team practicing here in 15 minutes! Let's hurry it up fellas!" Good old Ryan, he was never rude when issuing his demands. Raffi wondered why Smyth wasn't named Captain way earlier. He knew Ryan suspected nothing between himself and Ty.
Raffi turned off both showers and toweled off a bit before heading back into the change room, smiling. Ty grinned at him. He was already dressed. "Need some help getting those clothes on?" Ty asked. Raffi smiled as he pulled up his tighty-whities. "I want us to meet later in my room, Raffi" Ty said in a serious voice. "After the game." Ty walked up to him as he was pulling up the zipper on his pants. "I want you to fuck me all night long before we leave this dump of a city tomorrow afternoon." Ty's blue eyes were intense. Raffi laughed, they did not like Phoenix at all. It was way too hot - way different from the kind of environment they were used to in Edmonton. Hockey in the desert - pshaw!
Raffi exhaled audibly; he knew that goalies always had a room to themselves for some reason. Probably for psychological reasons. Lucky bastards. Raffi had to share a room with Marty Reasoner, who he often fantasized about but could never even think about fucking. He had a lovely wife, Raffi reminded himself as he rolled his eyes. Bitch. "You know I'll be there, you fucking hot stud" Raffi said in a provocative voice as he pulled his sweater over his head. "I'll fuck you as fast and as hard as long as you want me to". Raffi winked at Ty as they stepped out.