Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 14:43:22 -0700 (PDT) From: JP Shoney Subject: School Daze (Part 5 of Playing in the OHL) This is a work of fiction. The players and teams mentioned are real, but do not imply the sexuality of any of the players mentioned. I appreciate any comments about the story, so e-mail me at rangersgoalie30@yahoo.com. This story is for a good friend.you know who you are, so I hope you really enjoy it! ===== Part Five: School Daze Well, at least the first road trip of the year is over.what a disaster! Losing the game so badly in Belleville, and then, to blow a 3-0 lead in the third period to Oshawa in their arena to lose the game 5-3! I don't think that we've ever played that bad as a team. Kotyk looked awful, letting in some real easy shots that he should have stopped in his sleep. The rest of the team didn't play much better.I felt so sick to my stomach watching the game. Needless to say, it was the longest bus trip I'd ever taken on the way home: the players didn't say a word, the coach yelled halfway home, and played Anne Murray music the other half. 7AM Monday morning came awful early, especially not getting in from Oshawa until 2AM. As usual, I picked up Rodney Bauman on the way to school. Like a lot of the team, we went to school. Because of the time that we have to spend on hockey, most of the team only carried 2 courses for the term. Today would be good, since I only had Math in the morning. Class is over by 10AM and I have the rest of the day to myself until practice later in the afternoon. Bauman took the same classes as I did, so we ended up hanging out together all the time. In fact, anytime I went out without Bauman, the guys would always ask what I did with my sidekick! Anyway, today didn't feel like a normal Monday. I don't know if it was because I was so tired from the weekend, or whether my sixth sense was telling me something was up. Bauman looked half asleep sitting in the front seat of my car on the way to school. "Rodney, this isn't a Holiday Inn! What am I going to have to do to keep you awake for class, cattle prod?" "Getting a little kinky first thing in the morning, aren't you, Shoney?" "Oh, shut up, Rod. Leave your dreams in bed, with your inflatable toy." Bauman's face turned red with my last comment. He was so cute when he would get embarrassed: the red his face turned complemented his brown hair perfectly. I think there was reason to my madness at trying to embarrass Bauman every chance I got! "OK, Shoney. You've had your laugh for this morning. Now, I think you can treat me to a large coffee at Tim Horton's." "Trust me, Rod, it was worth it for the look on your face!" We arrived at school just in time for class, Bauman with his coffee in hand. On the way to class, I ran into Chris. Chris was probably one of my best friends outside of the team. I had to rely on him the first week of classes to get wherever I needed to go, and, since I wasn't from the Ottawa area, Chris acted as my personal tour guide, taking me anyplace I needed to go around the city. Mind you, I thought he was drop-dead gorgeous, so it didn't hurt that I wanted to be around him as much as I could. "Hey, Chris Bud! How you doing?" "Good, Shoney! Sorry about your thumb. I know how much you wanted to play this weekend." "I know, Bud. These things happen, I just wish it wouldn't happen to me so often." "Yeah. At least you didn't walk into a door like you did the first time we met. I almost didn't think the bump on your forehead would ever go away. I hated seeing that blemish on your face. It didn't help your looks any, mind you, neither would getting run over by a steam roller!" "You do have a way with words, Bud. We probably should get to Math, you know how the Prof gets when anyone's late." We managed to walk in the door to class just as the bell rang to start. Pretty routine stuff, and it seemed that class was over just as quickly as it started. Chris, Bauman and I left the school and went out to my car to plan the rest of the day. "Hey, Chris, Rod. You two feel like going for a quick skate at the arena? I don't want to head home yet, and I don't feel like going to the mall." "Good idea, Shoney," Chris added. "I could use the break. Rodney, you coming?" "Of course," said Bauman. "I just wish Shoney could think of something to do OTHER than go skating. We'll get enough of that this afternoon at practice." "C'mon, Rod," I said. "You know you need the extra ice time. I've watched you in practice, and I've seen little old ladies with walkers and canes skate better than you." Again, Bauman turned red as Chris and I laughed at him. "Alright, you two. You've had your laughs for the day. Just get in the car, and Shoney will drive us to the arena." The three of us hopped into my car and made the short drive to the arena. It certainly was convenient that the arena was only about 5 minutes from school, and the team had special arrangements with the arena staff that we could go anytime for extra ice time. We said hi to the manager on the way into the building and proceeded to the team's dressing room. Since it was just a rec skate, Bauman and I didn't bother changing from the blue jeans and shirts we both were wearing. "Hey, Shoney," Chris yelled. "I probably should have asked you this earlier, but have you got an extra pair of skates I can use?" "I don't, but I know Rod can lend you a pair." "Yeah, I can lend you a pair, Chris," said Bauman. "But it's going to cost you." "Whatever you say, Rodney," Chris responded. "I just want to get out there for a skate." It really was nice just to get out and skate around, without having to worry about passing drills or skating drills or anything else that would constitute a team practice. It turned out to be an even better workout than some practices; I don't think I've ever skated as hard as I did to keep up with Bauman. Of course, as a goalie, I'm not used to skating real hard to begin with. Chris just seemed amused at the two of us, and joined Bauman and myself in our games of chase. We ended up skating there for close to two hours, since it was after noon before we left the ice. I could tell that Chris was not really used to all that hard skating, since he was really puffing for air and you could see the sweat pouring off his forehead. "Maybe you have worked on your skating, Rod," I said to Bauman. "I don't think I've ever skated that hard in ages." "I didn't think you could keep up to me," said Bauman. "I've got to hit the showers before we leave. Are you two going to join me?" If I didn't know better, I'd swear Bauman was coming on to the two of us. Of course, I had no intention of passing up this opportunity. "I think I'll take a quick shower and change clothes before I leave, too. These are soaked! Chris, there's an extra towel in my locker and I think I have an extra change of clothes there, too." My instructions really didn't leave Chris much of a choice in the matter. This would really work out well, since I've always thought he was such a good-looking guy. I really love those big puppy dog brown eyes of his, and his short brown hair fit his 6' body ideally. As he took off his sweat-soaked shirt, I took a good, long look at his body. I knew I liked Chris the first time I met him, but had never had a chance to see him like this. His slim build served as a perfect complement to the rest of body. And soon, he was going to be naked in front of me! "I'll see you in the shower, Chris. Help yourself to whatever you need from my locker." I quickly shed my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist. It wasn't doing one bit of good trying to hide the hard-on I got thinking of Chris. I entered the shower room, and the first thing I saw was Bauman's tight, wet ass under the far showerhead. I took the shower next to Bauman. "Hey, Rod. That was one hell of a workout. I don't think I've been this stiff in a while." "That's not the only workout that you're going to get. And from the looks of things down there, your muscles aren't the only things that are stiff. Let me take care of that for you." Bauman got down onto his knees and took my rock-hard cock into his mouth. His mouth felt great on my cock, and he looked so adorable with the water dripping of his hard body. Just at that moment, I saw Chris enter the showers out of the corner of my eye. I don't think his jaw could drop any further as he stood there, watching me getting my cock sucked by Bauman. "Oh, fuck. Shoney. Bauman. I.um.err.ah.didn't mean to interrupt you two. Bauman, what are you doing? I thought you were straight. I've even seen you around school with a girlfriend!" "Yeah, man. That's just an act I put on around school. Can't have information like this going around school now, can we?" asked Bauman. "Yeah, Chris Bud." I added. "You'd be surprised at the number of 67s that are gay. It just isn't information that everyone needs to know. Now, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join us?" "Thought you'd never ask!" said Chris. "I've always watched the guys at the games, and imagined what it would be like to be with a hockey player. Now I'm here, naked, with two of the hottest players on the team!" "Well, hurry up and get over here," snapped Bauman. "My cock isn't going to suck itself." Chris dropped the towel onto the dry floor of the dressing room, and literally slid over to take his position sucking Bauman's hard cock. "Oh, fuck, you've got a hot mouth, Chris. Keep sucking my cock." Bauman continued sucking on my cock as I played with his wet hair. I think Bauman looks a thousand times more gorgeous wet than anytime else. The water enhances the definition on his chest, and he looks great the way his wet hair sticks to his face. "You keep this up, Rod, and I'm going to be shooting my load into that mouth of yours." Bauman started sucking my cock with more passion and vigor than he did at our home opener celebration. I couldn't take any more. "Oh, fuck, Rod. I'm going to shoot!" Bauman removed his mouth just in time for me to shoot a huge load of cum onto that cute face of his. He looked even better with that string of white gold running down his left cheek. "Fuck yeah, that was awesome. Chris, now I want a piece of that tight ass of yours." "My ass is yours, Rodney. Shove that hard cock up my hole." Chris yelled at Bauman as he kneeled onto the tile floor. Bauman slid his cock into Chris's ass and began pounding away like there was no tomorrow. Not wanting to be left out, I started jacking Chris's hard 8-inch cock with my hands. "Fuck, your hole is so tight, Chris. It feels so fucking awesome, I could fuck that ass of yours forever!" Chris was moaning in ecstasy every time Bauman drove into his ass. "God, I've never felt like this before," moaned Chris. "The two of you are sending shock waves through my body. Rod, your cock feels so great in my ass. I don't want you to stop." "I'm fucking ready to cum, Chris. I'm going to shoot this load up that tight ass of yours. Oh, fuck! Here it comes!" yelled Bauman as he shot a wad up Chris's ass. I kept jacking Chris's cock until I knew he was ready to cum. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him until he shot his load into my mouth. "Fuck, Shoney. That felt absolutely amazing! I didn't know that you were that good at cock sucking. Rod, you fucking my ass felt great. I'm glad I joined you two today. I've never experienced anything like that ever!" "Well, Bud," I said. "I've wanted to do this with you from the first time we met at school. I was so glad that that you were my tour guide when I got here; it made life so much easier being with someone who could show me around." "I was just being friendly, Shoney. I certainly didn't know that it was going to end up like this. I'm going to have dreams for weeks about this!" "Well, Chris," I said. "There's no saying that we can't do this again. That is, if you really want to." "I'd be crazy if I said no, Shoney. I'd love to do this again! The only thing better than this would be if I could do this with you, Rod, Adam Chapman and Brian Rodney! Fuck, I'm absolutely in love with Brian!" "Well, you never know what's going to happen, Chris," I said. "I think that we should get cleaned up and get out of here. We have to be back here for practice in a couple of hours, and it looks like Rod needs his afternoon nap." "I don't look any worse than you do, Shoney," said Bauman. "But you are right, that I'll need some rest before practice." The three of us got cleaned up and changed for the trip home. Bauman and I drove Chris back to his place with the promise that we'd get together again. "You know, Rod," I said. "If all practices were like that, I'd never leave the arena!" "I thought you never leave the arena now, Shoney. You spend so much time on the ice, I'd swear you were a hockey puck in a past life." We both had a chuckle at that last line of Bauman's, and went home to rest for practice in the afternoon. I knew that we had a tough test at home on Friday against the Barrie Colts, so the practice wouldn't be easy. Of course, I think I was looking more forward to playing with the Colts, rather than against them. It'll be interesting to see what's in store for that game, since Galbraith hasn't said a whole lot to me about the Colts. ===== Mail me at rangersgoalie30@yahoo.com and let me know if you liked the story or not, or if you have any ideas.