Throughout their previous three years they had had their share of women. First was Chris, the goalie on the team, then their were the pair of defensemen, Billy and Mike. The two forwards, Art and Joe, and the center Doug. They had developed into a ferocious freshman line, and the coach opted to keep it intact during the next several years. The toughest dilemma was picking a captain, and the coach ended up selecting Doug, Art and Mike, one from each unit. As their senior year rolled around, they were each looking forward to the end of the great ride.

In addition to their prowess on the ice, each had developed a prowess with the college girls. With their good looks and great bodies, the hockey team became a means to get laid. With their outstanding accomplishments on the ice, girls were always willing and ready. Their house turned into party central, and many nights the guys would take on several girls as a team, the guys all playing and fucking together. It was a big old house that they lived in, and the guys were scattered about the floors.

The basement held one bedroom, and it also housed a home gym set-up as well as a stereo. The first floor had a living room, kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms, and the upstairs had another bathroom and two more bedrooms. The rent was cheap, and they lived in the house for three years, sharing in everything. It fueled their relationship, and they were always together. It was the start of the Senior year when things got a little different.

It was a parent's weekend in October, and the school gave Friday off, creating a 3-day weekend. With the start of hockey season still a couple weeks away, Doug and Joe opted to go home, while Mike, Chris and Artie all stayed on campus. Of the three of them, only Atie's mom opted to visit campus for the weekend, her husband staying behind for work. As it was a three day weekend, the boys had a major blow-out the night before, and they were all passed out in bed when Artie's mom, Samantha, arrived.

Artie shared a room with Mike on the first floor, and he had hooked up with a freshman at the party. Leaving Mike some privacy, he chose Joe's room downstairs for his activities, and he proceeded to fuck the snot out of the young co-ed all night. Mike was out cold, sprawled naked on his bed as Samantha entered the house with a soft knock.

The door swung open as she knocked on it as it was left unlocked by one of the girls that had snuck out that morning. They were in a wooded, remote area, and they did not get bothered all that much, so the guys did not even lock the door usually. Samantha shook her head as she walked in, the living floor covered with empty plastic cups and beer cans.

"I bet he has forgotten all about parent's weekend," she thought to herself, getting more and more upset at the mess he had made of his house.

She forged on, her feet sticking to the kitchen floor. She continued to shake her head as she turned down the hallway towards Artie's room, Sam planning on giving him an earful. As she neared the room she saw that the door was partly ajar, and she walked quietly over to it. She gasped at what she saw.

Peering through the open doorway, her gaze fell upon Mike's body. There was a sheet that covered various portions of his body, but for the most part he was exposed. He had an amazing body, a full, well-defined chest and muscular arms. His thighs were solid and hard, the muscles honed from all the hours spent on the ice. She sucked in her breath as her eyes fell between his legs......(cont)