Hockey Camp Trick or Treat
By Aldric
Copyright 2015 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com,
all rights reserved
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story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It
contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
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This
story depicts minors in unusual conditions
that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation.
Obviously,
this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In
the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or
legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction
and real
life. This story is fictional.
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Hockey
Camp Trick or Treat
It
had been a long and hard week at hockey camp, especially for the fifteen boys
who were trying to fill the six open positions on the Ice Devils team. Five had
been selected already and it was down to the last two new players to fill the
one remaining position.
Vince
Crosby thought he was good when he tried out for the traveling team, but he
quickly found out that in this league he was average at best. Yet he’d put up
with the long days of skating, running, and weight training followed by the
seemingly endless ice time, but he was still here. Eight of the boys who had
arrived at camp a week ago had not made the team and had already been picked up
by their parents.
Justin
Adams was having some of the same thoughts. He hurt everywhere except his
pride. And today he was going to be playing his best defense against his last
opponent before making the team. Vince and he shared a dorm room and had become
friends even as the completion grew increasing more focused and difficult. It
was obvious the coaching staff had not been able to make a clear choice as
there was not any activity on the schedule after this morning’s workout, yet
here they were on the ice again.
Vince
and Justin met at center ice, both players wishing the other luck and both were
sincere. Each wanted on the team enough to have not quit no matter how hard it
had gotten and neither was going to let up in this final matchup, but they had
both sworn to remain friends at the end of the day.
It
was grueling. They both played the entire first period without a relief, and
both had demonstrated their skill. The score was two to nothing, and Vince had
scored one of the goals, but Justin had done well on defense. The final score
probably wouldn’t matter, both boys knew the coaches were only looking at them.
Then
there was a change in the second period. Vince was put in a defensive role and
Justin as a lead man. Neither player was great in those roles but both knew
they needed to do their best. When the period was over, Vince could hardly
stand up. He passed Justin as they headed to their benches and saw that Justin
looked even more tired than he was. Again, they had both played every minute of
the period while everyone else had been given multiple breaks.
The
break between periods went on much longer than normal. Justin looked over and
saw all the coaches huddled together. He wasn’t sure he could go back out on
the ice for a third period and was ready to welcome their decision even if it
meant he didn’t make the team. He moved over to the window that separated the
two groups and knocked on it. When Vince looked up, he pointed to the coaches
and gave Vince a thumbs up. Vince looked out at the coaches and gave the same
signal back.
“Okay
guys, hit the meeting room,” the head coach said. “Get water and food, relaxed
dress, and we’ll meet in ten minutes.”
All
of the players congratulated both boys while stating the obvious, there was
only one position open. As Vince and Justin headed towards the locker room the
coach stopped them.
“You
guys wait out here for a few minutes. I’ve got to talk to the rest of the
team.”
This
was odd, when other boys had been cut there were taken to the locker room away
from the team and given the bad news. That gave them a chance to hear it and
ask questions, and decide if they wanted to wait in the locker room or watch
the rest of the team practice until their parents arrived. About half the boys
left without coming back out on the ice.
“Is
it possible that neither of us made it?” Justin asked.
“I
can’t believe that. They have an open position. We’re both good, not as good as
the ones who got chosen before us, but still good. Maybe they can’t decide and
it’s going to go to a team vote.”
The
meeting in the locker room went on for fifteen minutes before they heard
cheering coming inside. A few minutes later the coach told them both to go on
in. He and the other coaches went back to the ice to pick up equipment.
The
twenty-one team members already in the meeting room were quite as they entered.
The team captain told them to line up in front of the seats.
“The
coaches have been tied on you two for two days. You both just survived the
hardest camp we’ve had in the three years I’ve been here, and neither of you
quit. So they can’t decide between you. And they want both of you on the team. But
since that will screw up our four lines and cut into our game time, they left
that decision up to us. We have to decide which of you, or both of you, or
neither of you, will make the team. And we have agreed to something strange. Something
that only two boys here have gone through before you. Tell them about it Andy.”
Andy
Grettin was one of the older boys on the team. He stood up and said, “You’re
going to go through an initiation. I’ve already set it up. If both of you
survive it, you’ll both be welcomed on the team. If only one does, he’s on, and
if neither does, then we’ll play one man short. It isn’t dangerous, it isn’t
painful, but you might not enjoy it. So you can quit at any time.”
Justin
and Vince looked at each other, wondering what the hell was going on. Vince
decided to ask.
“So
just what the hell is the initiation?”
“It’s
simple. As you know, the girl’s cheerleading tryouts have been going on while
we’ve been here. They made their selections yesterday and are just having a
good time today. I’ve called them and they should be in their locker room by
now. Since next weekend is Halloween, you two are going to go
trick-or-treating.”
Justin
and Vince looked at each other again. This was too easy. “So the one who gets
the most candy is on the team?” Justin asked. “Is that how you’re going to
decide?”
“No,
you just need to come back with any candy, the amount doesn’t matter,” Andy
said. “What matters is that you can’t go trick-or-treating without a costume,
so here is yours.” He held up two hockey helmets with a plastic face protector
that had been covered with black shoe polish.
“I
still don’t get it,” Vince asked. “So we go blind—does that mean we have to
find the way to their locker room? Who wins, the first one back?”
“You
both win if you both come back with candy. Together or separately doesn’t
matter. And one of us will guide you both to their door, so you don’t have to
worry about getting lost. You just have to knock on their door and when they
answer say “Trick or Treat” and wait for the candy. That’s all. Then you can
take off the helmet and come back and you’re on the team. Unless you eat the
candy on the way. Remember the first thing I said, it’s easy. So unless you
have any other questions, get into costume.”
For
the third time, Justin and Vince looked at each other. Both shrugged their
shoulders and put on the helmet. They could see their feet, but nothing else. “I
guess we’re ready,” Vince said.
“Not
quite,” Andy said. “You’re not quite ready yet. I said the costume was the
helmet. I didn’t say anything about the stuff you have on now.”
There
was laughter from the other boys in the room.
“You
mean we go there naked,” Justin said.
“Well,
not quite, you’ll have the helmet on,” Andy said. “And you don’t have to go at
all. You can take the helmet off now and hit the showers and wait for your
parents. You don’t have to do this.”
It
was silent except for the occasional nearly suppressed giggle from one of the
team members. Justin and Vince both stood there, thinking. Finally, it was
Justin who broke the stalemate. “I want on this team too much to quit now. I’ve
suffered through the worst the coaches could do to us, and so have you Vince. I’m
going to do it. How about you? How much do you want to be on this team?”
After
a moment of silence Vince answered. “As much as you.” They had to remove the
helmets to get their pads and jerseys off. Most of the team had showered here,
but Vince and Justin, like many of the tryout players, had gone back to the
dorm to shower. Now they were faced with getting naked in front of twenty-one
13, 14, and 15 year olds.
“Hey,
if you’re too embarrassed to let us see your junk, you’re never going to be
able to knock on that door,” Roger Dormer said. He had been the last boy before
them to make the team. But he was right. Vince swallowed hard and took off the
remainder of his clothes and put the helmet back on, mostly to hide his red
face.
Justin
was just a few seconds behind him, and then Andy moved between them and with a
hand on their shoulders escorted them out the door and down the hall.
“Okay,
you’re facing the door, it’s about three feet in front of you. You know what
you have to do to make it on the team. Best of luck to both of you, and
remember, it isn’t a competition. You don’t have to finish first or get the
most candy.” He took his hands off their shoulders and stepped back before
turning around and heading back to the team’s locker room.
“I’m
getting a boner,” Vince said.
“Yeah,
me too. You ready to do this?”
“I’ll
never be ready. Let’s just do it. On three. One, two, three!”
They
both took a step forward and reached out until they felt the door and knocked. It
opened almost immediately. “Trick or Treat,” the said in unison.
“Well,
what do we have here?” a girl’s voice said. “What kind of treats were you two
boys hoping for?”
“Um,
candy please,” said Justin. “For both of us.”
“Well,
candy is pretty hard to come by at a training camp,” she said. “So you’re going
to have to do a spectacular trick to get us to part with any.” She stepped to
the side and guided them into the locker room. “Girls, we have a couple of
trick or treaters here who want candy.”
“You
brought boys into our locker room?” another girl said. “But we’re just getting
ready to shower!”
Justin
and Vince’s dicks twitched at the thought of naked girls in the shower.
Cheerleaders none the less!
“Oh,
don’t worry, they won’t mind. Besides, they stink. They both need a shower and
a lot of cleaning before we can see what tricks they can perform.” The girl
directed them further in and the boys could hear the sound of running water in
the shower room.
“Here
Jill, you take this one, and Rita, you can take him.” The girl pushed each boy
a different direction and then another girl directed them under a water spray. The
water was at just the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold.
“Now
you boys just raise your hands above your heads and let the girls do all the
work.”
“What’s
your name,” Jill asked as she started covering Justin with some kind of spray
soap. It had an odd smell and burned a little bit, but Justin was so focused on
being naked with a bunch of naked cheerleaders that he hardly even noticed.
“Uh,
Justin. Justin Crosby.” Being naked was very unnerving. Being touched by a
girl, who might also be naked, was even stranger. But a good kind of strange. Justin
tilted his head back to see if he could see her. He got a view to just above
her knees before she pushed his head back down.
“Now
no peeking or no candy,” Jill said. “And yes, I’m naked too. All of us in here
are.” Justin’s dick twitched wildly. “I can see you like showering with girls. How
old are you? And what school do you go to?”
Justin
was having great difficulty keeping his hands above his head as his dick was
really demanding his attention. “I’m thirteen. But I’ll be fourteen in four
months. I go to Jefferson Middle School.”
“You
hear that Angie? He goes to the same school as you do. Maybe you’d like to take
over for me and get to know him better.”
Vince
was getting the same treatment over on the other side of the shower room. All
of his attention was on the hands that were gently washing his body, and he
realized that at least two girls were doing it as one was washing his chest and
heading south while the other was washing his legs and heading north. And he
knew that when they met something was going to happen.
Then
he heard Justin say, “Wait, not there! Oh, aaahhh!”
Before
he could figure out what they had done to Justin he felt two sets of hands on
his dick, his balls, and his backside. And they were rubbing, and rubbing,
and—then he bent his knees and would have fallen if they hadn’t held him up as
he shot load after load of cum.
“Wow,
it sure is a good thing we’re in a shower,” one of the girls said. “Now I guess
we’ll have to wash you two again. Does someone else want a turn?”
By
the end of the third washing the two boys were completed exhausted. Between the
practice and the game and now this they could barely stand as they were lead
out of the shower and dried by the girls.
“That
was a wonderful trick you both showed us,” Jill said. “So here’s your candy.” Each
boy felt the handles from a plastic bag being pushed into their hands. “Most of
us to the same schools as you two do, so we’ll see you again. And if we see you
at a hockey game, we’ll cheer for you. Especially if you shoot.” There was
laughter from the girls.
The
door opened and the two boys were practically carried back down the hall. They
leaned on each other as Jill knocked and then walked away.
They
were pulled into the locker room and the bags ripped out of their hands. “Uh
Oh,” Andy said. “No candy in here. Looks like…”
The
boys ripped off the helmets and saw the bags were stuff with candy bars.
“Sorry,
just kidding. Welcome to the team. I think you’re the first two boys to make
the team who don’t even have pubs yet.”
“What
are you talking about,” Vince said. “I have…” He looked at Justin, who was
shaking his head. Then he looked down at Justin’s groin and saw that he was as
hairless as a nine your old. He looked at his going and saw the same thing. Then
he heard the laughter from the gathered boys. Then he remembered the smell and
the slight burning during the shower.
“Well,
I’m sure you’ll grow some, maybe in few months,” Andy said. “That’s how long it
took for mine to grow back. By the way, did you ever think even once about
walking out of your initiation?”
It
had been humiliating, stimulating, exciting, scary. Maybe the scariest
Halloween ever. But neither boy had thought even once about leaving. And now
they both had made it onto their dream team. All they needed now was a nap. And
maybe some private time to—better hold that thought. It wouldn’t be right to
get hard again in a room full of boys.
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