Rob goes to a hockey game with some female friends, and he winds up in the locker room with all the players! That’s when he gets the incredible opportunity to experience Seven Minutes in Heaven with the studliest hockey player around, resulting in Rob’s most intense experience in Twink on Top yet!
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Rob Winthrop came to the hockey game with a bunch of his female friends, but he didn’t come because he liked hockey. Hockey was boring, as he saw it. He came because he wanted to see the GHU Titans change out of their hockey gear. The women said they were going into the locker room after the game. One of his friends had an in with the team.
But the whole thing had turned into a boring, time-consuming mess. Rob left last night and spent the night in a hotel room because the traffic promised to be nightmarish both before and after the game. They had to get to the game two hours early to make it through security in time, and then the game started a half-hour late.
It frankly wasn’t worth it. While Rob greatly appreciated the male physique and he had no doubt the Titans comprised some excellent specimens of it, it seemed unlikely he’d get to do much more than catch a few peeks. The girls were already divvying up the hockey players. The players were not gonna give Rob the time of day if they were women to paw over.
He didn’t leave though, because of the aforementioned traffic. It would take him like an hour just to get to the street through the mobbish crowd, and out on the street, hooligans were lighting shit on fire, or so the rumor mill went. It happened that way — Titans fans rioted in celebration if they won and in frustration if they lost, and somehow they were justified either way. If Rob left now, he’d have to venture out mid-riot to get somewhere placid enough he could catch an uber, and then if he did so, he’d be paying surge pricing. Surge pricing. Boo!
So he stuck with it. He hung back nervously as the girls flirted with the men, who stood around in their hockey gear, uncertain whether they should strip while the girls were there. The players had just come in and were excitedly talking to each other and the girls. The topic of conversation was a party back on campus or possibly at a house, nobody was sure where or which one.
“You ladies wanna mess around?” asked a player, Derek. He was the goalie, a broad-shouldered stud with a grizzled chin and a tough look on his face. He had a crooked nose and cauliflower ears, blood trickling down his cheek from a fight that happened near the end of the game.
“Yeah, we do! You got a party to go to?”
“He probably wants a blowjob, Paula, go on and suck him off. We all know you want to!”
“You’re such a slut! “
“I bet Megan wants to lick your asshole, Derek!”
The girls hadn’t been drinking, but they giggled like they had been — they were just covering up their nervousness about being around sweaty men. They squealed and fell over each other, pretending they didn’t like the body odor of the masculine men filling up the locker room with their armpits and feet. Rob smiled and tried to play along, but the smell of these players in their sweat-stained gear got him excited. His dick painfully stiffened in his pants. He laughed with his girlfriends and tried not to look too creepy.
As predicted, the men ignored him. Rob had a feeling that, if you asked, the hockey players would have denied there being a male among the women who came in here after the game. They had situational blindness to him.
“Let’s split up,” Derek said. “There’s one girl for each guy here, right?” He paused to count. “Oh wait, we’re one short…”
Everybody looked at Rob, and all of a sudden, Rob was not invisible anymore. Well, not sudden, as the hockey players had to count, and you know how they are with math. It took a minute or two. Derek even looked around the locker room and peered under the bench most of the players sat on, as though there might be a heretofore undiscovered component of his hockey team.
His face burning, Rob extended one limp wrist for Derek to kiss it. He smirked and said, “Are you proposing something, Derek?”
It was Derek’s turn to cough nervously and turn bright red. The girls screamed peals of laughter. They all spoke at once, but the consensus was that they should totally pair up, even if that meant one of the hockey players had to be with Rob.
“Well, I don’t care, I’ll let anyone jerk me off-“
“I just need to bust a nut, man!”
“Megan wants to lick your asshole!”
“Shit, I don’t care, I just wanna talk to girls,” Derek said like that was a brag. “I’ll get off, yeah, cool, I mean-“
“Ewww, Megan loves to give rimjobs-!” Megan and Paula were falling all over each other laughing over accusations of rimjobs. The reason why is long and complicated and full of girls, so Rob was uninterested, but the gist of it was that Megan would never give anyone a rimjob, much less one of these hairy unwashed hockey players.
Despite his words, Rob got the impression that Derek, and most of the other players remaining — a few had already gone off with women — did care very much about who jerked them off. They didn’t want to be paired up with Rob. But each player had only a one in eight chance of being chosen, so each one was individually confident he wouldn’t get Rob, and no one wanted to be the one who brought the girls’ excitement down. As soon as Derek boasted and made himself look tough and macho, anyone who declined would seem weak and beta in comparison.
When Rob passed Chazz, a defenseman with a stocky body and visible jockstrap above his pants, Rob let his finger curl under that elastic strap. It was sweaty, and he felt kinky hairs there. He giggled as Chazz tensed but grinned.
“Let’s see, who do I want…?” he said, dramatizing his indecision as he walked around the locker room. Of course, he already knew who he wanted — Derek. He was the biggest, toughest and hairiest macho on the team. Luckily for Rob, he was also confident that Derek was the one the girls liked least, he had such alpha machismo that it was a turnoff for most girls, plus he was hairy, dripping with sweat and had a face that hadn’t been classically handsome even before years of fighting had bashed it into a crude, cauliflowery menace.
Then Rob stopped in front of Reybaud, the Quebecois player with broad shoulders and an intense grin. He smiled as Rob slipped his hand into the back of his pants, cradled his bare ass and even ran a finger in his asscrack. The girls all squealed on the conga line extending behind Rob.
“Wait, we should do this fairly! Spin the Bottle! Seven Minutes in Heaven!”
“Ooh, yeah, Seven Minutes in Heaven! Let’s play that!”
The girls didn’t even wait for the guys to agree. They just assumed everyone would be into it. Rob was annoyed he wasn’t going to be able to engineer a situation in which he got Derek. Shoulda chosen him right off the bat. He liked being the center of attention for awhile, that was it, he shoulda realized that wasn’t going to last. Women would never tolerate not being the center of attention.
“The men have gotta do whatever their partner says, no matter what! Even if Megan wants to lick your asshole!”
“Oh my god, you are so gross! I told you I’d never do it!”
“Once you go brown, you’re always down, that’s what they always say!”
“No one ever says that!”
The guys nervously assembled in a circle, while the girls did the same. Someone said they should alternate male and female, but the girls were too excited and the players were too nervous to really do that. In the end, it was a mixed hodgepodge, but they were in a circle. They used an empty water bottle to spin.
Reybaud spun first. He smiled when he came up Megan. Then came Nestor, who got Paula, and Chazz, who was matched up with Rachel.
And then was Derek. As he spun the water bottle, Rob prayed it would point at him.
That was exactly what happened.
Derek groaned and clutched his sides. The girls squealed and cheered. The girls who had already gotten a man — and had gone off to the individual shower stalls to do whatever they were going to do — poked their heads out to see who had been assigned with Rob.
A part of Rob was insulted that this was seen as such a spectacle, but a bigger part of Rob was excited. Despite Derek’s words, he had a feeling Derek wasn’t going to let Rob do anything more than feel up his chest, maybe — maybe — give him a handjob, but it was still exhilarating. Just standing with Derek in the tiny shower stall would be arousing enough.
A lot of college boys these days were all talk, no action. That rapper Commodore had a song about getting dome with a clear implication that he got it from a man, cuz a real tough alpha don’t care whose mouth he nuts in. Every alpha male at GHU was echoing that sentiment, but a much smaller proportion acted on it.
“Carry me, big boy!” Rob called out. That made Derek blush, but he did. He took off his hockey sweater and swooped Rob up in his arms. The other players and the remaining girls whooped, then got involved in spinning the bottle for the last couple of remaining pairs.
He carried Rob to the showers, while Rob squirmed in his arms and nuzzled his thick biceps. He smelled of sweat and a bit of blood, mixed with the clean linoleum scent of the locker room. By the time they reached the shower, Rob’s hands had explored every inch of Derek’s biceps, and Rob’s dick was rapidly firming up in his pants.
Derek was much taller than Rob, and the individual shower stall they were in was so narrow that they had to squeeze into it. Rob felt like a midget in comparison with Derek. He licked his lips, unsure how to proceed, and just stroked his hands up Derek’s chest, beneath his t-shirt. Derek took the t-shirt off and flexed his pecs, whether to make Rob swoon or out of pure anxiety, Rob didn’t know. He kissed each nipple in turn.
“You don’t have to do anything…” Rob whispered as his hands cradled Derek’s ass. He pulled down Derek’s pants and played with both plump cheeks. “I’ll tell them it’s a secret what we do in here. It’s no big deal-“
“Have you put it in his ass yet?”
“Hope you have the common courtesy to give him a reacharound, Derek!”
“Yeah, you don’t look like the kind of man who’d refuse to give a reacharound! He deserves it!”
It sounded like the girls were barely even doing anything to their men (except maybe Megan, who hadn’t spoken since going in her shower stall, and was probably sucking dick — she was just as big of a slut as her friends said). They enjoyed catcalling out to Derek, who blushed but remained quiet.
Derek sighed and shrugged. “I’ll do it… I promised,” he said. He looked hopefully towards the other shower stalls. “Just tell them I’m cool.”
Rob felt a pang of pity for him. It was hard for Rob to understand how girls didn’t eat Derek up with a spoon, but he knew they didn’t. Derek was entirely too buff and big and crude, and not at all suave. He stood there awkwardly fumbling with his own underwear, which he dropped, revealing a thick, hoggish prick.
“You’ll do what…?” Rob asked.
Derek sighed and blushed. “Whatever…”
Rob decided to take this as far as he could. It seemed Derek really wanted to impress the girls. Rob pulled out his dick and stroked it alongside Derek’s. Derek reacted like Rob’s dick was made of poison ivy. He spasmed and looked away, holding his breath and closing his eyes.
“Will you tell Megan I’m hot?”
“She can see you, sweetie. She doesn’t need me to fill her in on that,” Rob said. As Rob listened Derek whisper about how desperate he was for pussy, he snuck his hand past Derek’s jockstrap. A surge of desire ran up Rob’s spine as Derek’s dick spasmed in his hand. Poor boy must be awfully horny, Rob thought, you could feel it in the veiny throbbing of his cock.
“I just… I know she’ll fuck me, I just can’t figure out why she hasn’t done it yet. She likes hockey players, right? Everyone said she’ll fuck any hockey player.”
Rob didn’t know how to tell him that Megan liked handsome, charming dudes. She liked it when guys had smooth lines to give her, she hated chest hair, and she didn’t like guys who were so much taller than her. Derek looked like a bully even if he was nicer than he seemed to be, and his faded acne scars made him look older than he really was. He reminded Megan of her grandfather, who had a craggy face like a windswept sailor, and for Megan, that was not a turnoff.
“Ah, god, yes, f-” That was Megan, Rob guessed from the voice. She cut herself off and giggled nervously as her friends called her a slut all over again. She was probably the only one having actual sex, Rob suspected.
She was like that.
Rob put a hand on Derek’s shoulder, the sweat clinging there melting into his soul and making Rob dizzy with desire. Some of the girls were either showering with their hockey player or making their player shower before getting started. Rob wanted to feel up Derek’s muscles, which quivered nervously at his touch, and when he got to Derek’s shoulders, Derek finally stopped complaining about women.
Derek sighed and rolled his eyes. He sunk to his knees as though Rob was telling him to jerk him off — which Rob would have done if he thought Derek would agree. Rob had to suppress a gasp when he realized Derek was going to do it.
He had a thick shock of black hair that was matted to his head with post-game sweat. Rob gripped that magnificent mane as Derek, stooping to reach Rob’s crotch in the tiny shower, opened his mouth and hesitated.
Then he took Rob’s dick in his mouth, all in one smooth motion, like he’d done it before. Rob was shocked at how forward he was. He had never thought he’d get this hockey player to even touch his dick much less taste it.
In no time, Rob was rock-hard, dick rampaging in Derek’s mouth. Derek gagged when Rob’s cock hit his throat, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even seem to mind the taste all that much, he was simply unpracticed at deep-throating, so he gagged each time Rob’s dick hit his gullet. Each time it sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Rob’s veins, and Rob held his sweat-soaked head tight;y in place.
“Ram his throat, Derek. He loves that!”
“Throat him down, like a pu-uuuuuusssy!” That was Megan. She was saying pussy as an impression of some stupid movie about how women are right about everything, including how to say ‘pussy’. Or maybe someone she knew, Rob had no idea.
Rob smiled. It seemed the girls assumed that Derek would refuse to bottom. Rob whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you just let me give you a handjob, okay?”
Derek nodded, those big dumb player eyes twinkling as he deep-throated Rob. Rob’s dick pulsated in his throat as he forced his dick in as deep as he could. Rob daggered his hips into Derek, moaning as he felt that awkward tongue licking up and down his shaft.
Intense sensations rocked Rob’s spine. He gasped as he gripped Derek’s messy black mane tighter, using the big player’s body for support as his own knees weakened. Rob licked his lips. Derek was wedged against the wall of the shower by Rob’s petite body.
Then Derek stood. He gagged again after removing Rob’s dick from his mouth, and he had a sour look on his face. He frowned and choked before pulling a pubic hair out of his mouth. Rob’s dick pulsated angrily, demanding more attention, Rob wished he would have kept going but he wasn’t too surprised — he certainly couldn’t expect Derek to swallow his nut.
He was about to offer to jerk Derek off next, but much to his surprise, Derek turned around. He was so tall that his ass lined up with Rob’s belly. Rob spread those cheeks, wondering if Derek wanted a rimjob or if he was really asking to be rammed — he had to assume it was the former. Mouthing a man off was one thing, but Derek wouldn’t allow himself to be penetrated, would he?
Either way though, Rob figured he should start with a quick rimjob. He bet Derek had never had one before, and if he did want to get rammed, that would be the only lube they had available. He dived face-first into that funky asscrack.
Judging from the way Derek’s body stiffened and he jumped, startled, Rob realized with a shock that in fact Derek had been expecting to get rammed. Rob’s heart pounded as he realized he was going to get to top this gigantic hockey stud.
But first he needed to open that tight asshole up. Rob lapped at the man’s crack, sucking up all the post-hockey game grime, and he slurped, noisily and moistly, his whole way up and down Derek’s asscrack.. The few pads he had not taken off in the locker room were on the floor now, and Rob had to step on the soaked cotton to get his face into those juicy cheeks.
His tongue pressed into Derek’s ass, which was thick and hairy and choked with clean, fresh sweat. It was so salty and sour it rather tasted like cum already, just without the creamy texture. Derek grunted and shook as though he was shocked that the rimjob felt good, and he let out a pained grunt that turned into a moan of desire. When Rob reached around Derek’s body to handle his cock, it was already rock-hard.
The smell of ice from the rink filled Rob’s senses, and he smelled the coppery blood that stained Derek’s sweater, the funk of his skates, the bitter, salty sweat that splattered on his lips every time he collided with another player on the ice. All of the flavors from the match remained on his skin, dripping into Rob’s waiting mouth.
His hands roamed up Derek’s broad back, caressing his muscles as they rippled. He had even had a few hairs there, which Rob adored — it was just the perfect amount of hair.
Feeling like he had to do something nice for Derek, Rob pulled out of his moist ass. “You know… you need to shave your back.”
“What? My back’s not hairy.”
“No, it’s not hairy, but there’s some hair here. It creeps around from your chest.”
“So? It’s barely noticeable.”
“Girls hate it, trust me. Megan won’t fuck you if you have even the slightest bit of hair on your back,” Rob said. “Get a friend to shave it. Or… I’ll give you my phone number. I’ll jerk you off and shave your back anytime you want.”
“Okay-“
“I mean that, Derek. Any time you want,” Rob said with a giggle. Derek was looking behind his back at Rob, who reached around to casually stroke Derek’s dick. It pulsated like an alien beast in his grasp.
“Okay, thanks,” Derek said. He sighed. “Girls are picky.”
“Uh-huh” Rob said with a sloppy-faced grin. “You have to lower yourself now. Get lower so I can get to your ass.”
Derek crouched on his knees so his ass was low enough for Rob to reach with his dick. He took up almost the entire shower stall, so Rob had to squeeze into position behind him. He got the tip of his dick lined up with Derek’s asshole, and he lightly fingered the rim to make sure it was good and open.
“Two minutes, sluts! Rob, you better finish up!”
Rob had forgotten this game was called “Seven Minutes in Heaven”. He hurried up and rammed the tip of his dick into Derek’s ass as soon as he heard that, and Derek raised his head, his whole body tensing up at the same time.
Derek squealed and moaned, but bit his lip to avoid making too much noise. His entire body quaked as he struggled to accept Rob’s dick. Rob rather suspected that he had assumed Rob’s dick would be small because Rob was not large, but nothing could be further from the truth. Rob was significantly bigger than average, so his dick spent pangs of pain up Derek’s spine. Derek had had a surprised look on his face when he first saw it, but when he felt it inside him, he looked so shocked his face might fall off.
He assumed that Derek wouldn’t be able to get hard with a dick in his ass, but when Rob reached around him, he discovered that wasn’t true. He had to stretch to get there and stroke off Derek’s throbbing dick through the messy tangle of the man’s (curly) pubic hairs. Ecstasy erupted in both men simultaneously, arising first in Rob’s body as he thrust then seemingly transferred to Derek’s by Rob’s cock colliding with his sensitive prostate.
By the time he had just barely begun jacking him off, Rob felt his own orgasm approach. The sensation was so intense he had to bite his lip to avoid crying out loudly. It was like an echo reverberating in his body, beginning in his ass and moving in waves up and down Rob’s tiny frame.
Incredible pleasure shot through his muscles. Rob gripped Derek’s strapping back with his free hand, while his other stroked hard, sending Derek into throes of his own orgasm. They both rocked and shook there, Derek barely fitting into Rob’s thin, weak arms.
Hot cum dripped from Derek’s ass, but he didn’t pull away — or maybe just couldn’t in the tiny shower stall — so Rob stayed there. He enjoyed the feel of Derek’s dick spasming in sync with the clenching of his ass, and Rob’s dick sent a new shockwaves of pleasure running through both his own and Derek’s body with each tiny motion. Every time either one of them moved even a bit, Derek’s body vibrated in agonized bliss all over again.
It wasn’t much later that Derek shot his load into Rob’s hand. He gasped and furtively moaned. He sprayed a big wad, much of which ended up on the floor, but the rest dripped from Rob’s hands. The texture was creamy and vibrant, milky white in color, and the smell of cum filled the air.
Finally, that was it, they were done. Rob pulled out as Derek shot the last of his cumwad onto the shower floor. D erek breathed a deep sigh of relief. The other couples squealed and giggled in the other stalls.
“Why are Rob and Derek so quiet? Think they fell in love?!”
And then Paula, always the organized one, called out that the seven minutes were up. Megan — who had ruffled, just-fucked hair and smeared makeup — hurried to the shower stall that Rob and Derek were in, and she flung open the curtain as though hoping to walk in on something compromising. Her gleeful smile turned to a frown at the sight of both men casually getting dressed.
“What?” Derek asked.
“I just gave him a handie,” Rob said. “Not a big deal. He’s got the perfect-sized dick, by the way. Absolutely perfect.” He smiled and slapped Derek’s rumbling ass. “He’ll make you feel so good your pussy will fall off.”