As busy as Chance was with his consulting business, he also believed the old maxim of "Work hard, play hard" and this wasn't always sexual. As Chance was about to discover however, sometimes the two could cross over.
Whenever he had the opportunity, Chance enjoyed playing hockey, had since he was a kid. The speed of the action suited his personality, and he had been playing with the same set of guys since high school. Chance had seen most of these guys go from that time to the current time, from girlfriends to wives and from weekend keggers to kids birthday parties. None of them had ever given him grief when he'd come out, in fact not a single one of them had treated him any differently and Chance felt comfortable there.
Naturally the commitment level had fallen off, not all the guys were there all the time, Chance included, life had gotten a lot more full since their high school years, but somehow the same general crew of guys had stuck together and still managed to play in their "beer league" together. As was typical of guys, none of them were overly close, but they knew if they needed each other, they'd be there.
One guy had always seemed a little different, and he'd certainly caught Chance's eye many years ago. Brad was probably an inch or two shorter than Chance's 6'2" height and where Chance had a larger build, Brad was more of a swimmers build but still muscular and really well proportioned. When Chance had seen the new Top Gun movie, he realized Brad looked just like the guy who played Rooster, the actor Miles Teller. Brad even had the cute little mustache the character had, that somehow really worked on him all complimented by a great head of wavy, rich light brown hair.
The reason Brad seemed to stand out was nothing that unusual or really anything that Chance could put his finger on - so to speak. Anyone who has ever played any kind of sport that involves group showering at the end will tell you it's pretty homoerotic, even if some of the guys are oblivious to it. Lot's of goofing around, teasing and comments, showing off in a lot of different ways, but of course nothing ever happens. Right? However Brad had always seemed like he was aware of it, enjoyed it and perhaps wanted more of it. Chance had never really seen his hockey friends as anything more, and that was okay with him. However, Brad had always kind of been on his radar.
It was a bit of a surprise however when Chance finally was able to head into the changeroom to find Brad the only one still there. Chance had been catching up with one of the refs who had also been around since Chance was in high school. They'd had a great conversation and it was nice to renew that connection, so he wasn't really thinking of anything when he pushed open the door to get his gear off and head for the showers. Yet there was Brad.
It looked like he hadn't gotten off the ice that much further ahead than Chance, as he was still unlacing his skates and only had his helmet and gloves off. Chance sat down on the other side of the U-shaped benches that faced into the room where a couple of more benches were in the centre. The change room was basic, it was a simple community rink after all, but around the corner was another large room, same U-shape configuration with showers and off to the side of all this were toilets and sinks. Made up of large cinder-block walls, painted in the traditional pale colours of public facilities all over the world.
"Hey Brad, how've you been?" Chance asked as he pulled off his own helmet and gloves.
Brad glanced over, catching Chance's eye for a moment before looking down again "Not bad."
Chance noticed both men were now getting all their gear off at about the same speed, Chance couldn't help but notice that Brad was still......beautiful.
"Not bad?" Chance responded, "That doesn't sound awesome."
"I guess not," Brad said with a bit of a sad laugh.
Though they had never been overly close, there was a long history between the two men, so Chance continued.
"Seriously man, what's going on? You want to talk about it?"
"I guess I'm not my usual self, I know that for sure. In fact that may be the only thing I know for sure." Again with a little laugh, the hurt in his voice was evident.
Chance decided in that moment that there was no way he could just ignore this, he knew someone needed to talk to Brad and that these guys were the worst at asking for help of any kind. He figured if there was one thing he could do it was listen.
Chance walked over, now in his very sweaty underwear, and sat down on one of the centre benches across from Brad.
"This sounds like you're dealing with a lot bud, anything I can do? Seriously, what's going on?"
Brad, also stripped down, sad down a little defeatedly.
"I've been having a bit of a struggle I guess. My wife and I broke up, just wasn't working, and I've asked myself a lot of questions before and after, and I just don't know what I want or even, I guess who I am."
"That's really normal", said Chance "Whenever you go through a breakup you can't have to put the pieces back together and sometimes they fit in different places now, that's not a bad thing, it just suck to have to go through it."
"Yeah, you're right, I know, guess I'm just in the middle of it right now." responded Brad and paused as if thinking about it.
Then he got up, "Okay, I gotta get showered, I'm feeling pretty gross." Pulling off his underwear he headed for the shower.
With Chance still being seated he was treated to quite the sight of Brad's beautiful cock hanging low and much longer than Chance would have guessed. As Brad walked away Chance realized his imaginings about his ass were definitely on point and he was not disappointed. Beautiful.
Chance stripped off his own underwear and followed Brad to the showers.
Brad had taken one of the corner showers, that way you could have two streams of water hitting you from two sides, and Chance did the same in the other corner.
"So what have you been doing to keep busy since the divorce?" Chance asked.
