I’ve arranged to meet a friend outside the local ice rink, but when I arrive, she isn’t there. It’s started to rain, so thinking she might have gone inside to shelter, I open the door and step inside. The sudden blast of icy air chills my bare legs, unexpected after the warmer air outside. The building seems to be empty, so I turn to leave, not wanting my friend to arrive outside and leave, assuming I’m not there.
Suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter, and thinking my friend might be wherever that laughter is coming from, I go to investigate. The sounds lead me towards a partly open door. By this time I can hear several voices, all male, and the sound of running water, and I realise that it’s actually the door to the locker room. It seems that the local ice hockey team has just finished a training session and is getting showered and changed inside. I know I should leave, but my curiosity gets the better of me, so I push the door open a bit further and look into the room.
At first I can’t see anyone, and I move further into the room. Now I can see one of the players standing with his back to me. He is completely naked and I can’t help but admire his body, muscular and still wet from the shower. As I stand staring, I hear the door swing shut behind me, and I jump, startled. The player in front of me hears it, too, and turns around. I can’t speak, mortified at having been caught and suddenly more than a bit afraid of the consequences. He smiles and moves towards me, and I step back towards the door, mumbling “Sorry, I was just… I’ll go”. He says “No, don’t go yet” then calls over his shoulder into the room, “Hey guys, look what I’ve found”. I look beyond him and for the first time I see the rest of the team, twenty big, muscular, and mostly naked men.
Suddenly the sound of water stops completely and all I can hear is my own slightly panicky breathing, too fast and loud in the silence. Every impulse is screaming at me to get out, fast. I glance over my shoulder at the door and find to my horror that one of the players is now blocking my path. This guy is huge, at least 6’5″ tall and built to match. I have no doubts at all that this one guy alone could do whatever he wanted to me, never mind with nineteen other guys to back him up, and I’m suddenly utterly terrified. I know that there’s no-one else in the building, so it doesn’t matter if I scream, there’s no way anyone will hear me.
The first player steps forward again and I switch my attention back to him, sure that I know what’s about to happen, and ready to beg him not to hurt me. The words die on my lips as I take in the fact that he is truly stunning. He’s tall, blond and very muscular with startlingly blue eyes and tribal tattoos on his well built shoulders and biceps, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he reaches towards me, or ignore his all too obvious arousal. Then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, unexpectedly gently. I’m too shocked by the almost tender approach to bother trying to struggle, and I find myself kissing him back as he pushes my coat off my shoulders. Whatever I’d expected, it certainly wasn’t this, and I catch myself thinking maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe the other guys will be content to just watch. All I know is I want this man so much. He pulls back to look at me, apparently trying to gauge my reaction, and beyond him I can see the rest of the team moving closer, watching us intently. I know what must be about to happen, I can see the lust in their faces, and I know there’s no way they’re just going to watch, but I’m not afraid any more, just more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.