It Happened On Manhunt: The Hockey Player Crush

Think back to that one guy you lusted after throughout high school or college. You know the one we’re talking about. He was so frickin’ hot, you’d be surprised if he even knew you existed. You’d admire him from afar and fantasize what it’d be like to see him naked…

Now, what if you ran into this guy on Manhunt?

That’s the premise of today’s installment of It Happened On Manhunt, our series of real hook-up stories told by real Manhunt members. If you still haven’t shared your best tale, send an e-mail to daily@manhunt.net, and you’ll be eligible to receive THREE FREE MONTHS of unlimited membership to the site.

– Dewitt

Click through to read this member’s story:

In high school, I always had a wide range of crushes, from the shy math nerd, all the way up to a few attractive teachers and all sorts of guys in-between. My personal favorites, of course, being the jocks. Especially the ones on the hockey team. They were always the hottest and most popular (given how important hockey is to us Midwesterners, and to those of you who doubt, there is really nothing more attractive and charming than a Midwestern boy).

Most of the hockey jocks were cocky and not too pleasant to be around, but there was one guy in particular who I wanted more than all the others. He was tall and lean with shaggy dark hair, quiet and well-mannered… Basically, everything I found sexy about a guy. Sadly, we weren’t friends. I definitely wasn’t the jock type, and I really didn’t get along with other guys too well since all they wanted to talk about was sports and vaginas.

After graduating, I really didn’t give any thought to hooking up with a guy from high school. My first couple years of college were all sorts of fun, meeting up with guys who went to the same university. Manhunt certainly helped, though living in a smaller city hindered things to a certain degree. Eventually, I got to know most of the guys around me, and things became pretty boring.

Then, one night I was sitting on my computer and received a message from a guy around the same age. Neither of us had pictures, but I figured I’d give it a go. He e-mailed me his number so I could text him. Right away, I noticed that his e-mail address was the same name as the guy I liked in high school. It’s a pretty common name, so I wasn’t sure if it would actually be him. To be on the safe side, I decided to not respond.

Later that night, I was out with some friends at the bar, and my curiosity got the best of me. I took my friend’s phone (who I knew would have his number since she got along with all the popular guys), and much to my surprise, it was actually his number.

I was planning on just forgetting about it, but unfortunately, I don’t make the best decisions when I drink. When I got home, I sent him a text. We got to talking about a bunch of different things. I eventually told him I knew who he was and we graduated from high school together.

He was definitely surprised. He asked how I knew it was him, and I told him it was pretty obvious from the name in his e-mail address. He didn’t deny it and just said it was probably a stupid idea to use that e-mail to contact a hookup.

He asked for my name. Reluctantly, I gave him my first name, thinking he wouldn’t know who I was. Instead, he texted back my last name! I was a little shocked (but also excited) that he actually knew who I was. After that, the conversation became a little more serious, and he admitted that he wanted to contact me a few times on Facebook but didn’t have the nerve.

The conversation went on for what seemed like forever, until he finally asked if he could come over. I was still in shock and didn’t know what to say, so I said “no”, but he could come over tomorrow if he’d like. I thought he would just forget about it, but he texted me the next day and asked if we were still on for meeting. I said “sure” and told him to come over around 11.

When he finally showed up, it was one of the most awkward meetings I had ever had with someone. I sat on a chair while he sat on a couch on the opposite side of the room, and we both watched TV. We made a little small talk, but overall, we kept quiet and just watched a stupid movie.

When it ended, I was seeing what else was on TV, because I was too nervous to do anything else… Finally, he asked if I wanted to move to the bedroom. My shy, nervous self wanted to say “no”, but I accepted his offer, and we made our way behind closed doors.

We started taking our clothes off, and he looked so hot standing there naked. He was still lean like in high school, except more built, with a small amount of chest hair and trimmed pubes. I wasted no time and immediately dropped to my knees to start sucking his cock. [EDITOR’S NOTE: Shy and nervous, eh?]

It felt so good growing inside my mouth, and his moans certainly implied that he was enjoying it. After getting him nice and hard, he pulled me up and led me to the bed. I laid down on my back, and he lifted my legs in the air. Then, to my surprise, he started to rim me.

His tongue felt so good against my hole, and I couldn’t help but want more of him. I got up, put him on all fours and returned the favor. His hole was so warm and tight, so I tried to get my tongue as far inside as I could. He grabbed my head and kept me there, jacking off while I ate his ass.

Then, when he was close, he grabbed my head, shoved his cock down my throat and exploded in my mouth. I eagerly and gladly swallowed every drop. Then I laid down next to him and got off in no time, thinking of what had just happened.

We cuddled for a bit, both sweaty and still smelling like each others spit and cum. At some point, we got up, got dressed and said goodbye. I was on cloud nine. This was all too good to be true, and though I was happy it happened once, I didn’t expect it to happen again. Boy, was I wrong!

He texted me immediately afterwards to tell me that he had a good time and hoped we could do it again. Without any hesitation, we made plans for next week.

The second time was so much better. We skipped the meaningless talking and went straight to the bedroom. This time, I decided I wanted to go all the way and let him fuck me. I was excited to take his dick. It was nice, long and fairly thick, something I could handle well.

We started out with me on top, just so I could get used to it. It felt so good going inside of me. Just knowing it was the hot hockey player from high school made it so much better. We tried every position possible, and he was amazing in all of them. I love taking a good pounding. He clearly knew that and made it happen.

Finally, we got to me on my back with him kissing me deep. He kept pumping his cock into my hole and got off while fucking me, and I soon followed with him still inside.

We continued hooking up all summer, and every time was amazing. However, I decided to break things off when I met a different guy, who eventually became my boyfriend. The sex was great, but in the end, I could only go so far with someone only willing to be fuck buddies.