Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2003 19:58:03 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: Tony the Wrestler

I have a big house so to supplement my income I rent out a room. It
usually works out okay, I go my way, my roommate goes his. Some work out
better than others. Like Tony. He's a wrestler, a pro wrestler in those
idiotic shows that are so popular. He has a partner and they wrestle as a
team, Tony and Terrance-the Titanic Twosome. You wouldn't want to meet
Tony in a dark alley in the dead of night-he'd scare the shit out of you;
6'4" and about 240 pounds of muscle. I swear his arms are the same size
as my thighs. And one of the hairiest mother-fuckers I've ever seen.
Long, thick silken black hair covers his chest, swirling around his
belly, oh god, could I go on about his hair. And until a few weeks ago he
had a mane of long black hair half-way down his back. Now it's cropped
short, real butch.

Tony is straight. At least I think he is, I'm not sure. He knows my
proclivities and doesn't seem to mind at all since Terrance is gay. And
Terrance has a lover, the nelliest queen you'd ever want to meet. They're
a riot together, big butch Terrance and little Sammy, the most
miss-matched pair you could think of. But they're in love. And quite
frankly I'm jealous.

I bought some exercise equipment, the expensive stuff, for someone who
didn't stick around long enough to use it. Somehow, I never got around to
returning it. So Tony uses it. Not that I mind. I enjoy being around a
near naked hunk sweating and groaning. I just wish he'd sweat and groan
on top or inside of me, but no.

I love to watch Tony work out. The muscles glisten with sweat, the rise
and fall of his huge chest as his lifts weights. It puts me into a
relaxing trance-I go off into another plane. And it makes me very, very
horny. He's aware my interest in what's under those loose shorts he
wears, usually without a jock-strap. I know he's endowed like the
proverbial horse and his balls are on the same scale.

Last week I had the opportunity to see the object of so many of my
fantasies-his bulging basket-unveiled. It was a hot night and we'd both
had a few beers. He was working out and I was reading, well trying to
read. I spent more time glancing over the top of the book at him then
actually reading. I was horny and watching him fed my fantasies. He was
laying at an up-angle so every time I looked up I was staring right into
his crotch.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked me, shaking me out of my dream world.

I had been scratching my balls and was absentmindedly playing my finger
under the sweaty pouch as I watched him. My semi-erect cock stretched and
strained against the jock-strap I was wearing. With my legs cocked and
baggy shorts, half my crotch was exposed to him.

"Here, buddy," he said with a lecherous grin, "let me give you a better
view."

He pulled aside the leg band and his balls flopped out, the fur-covered
bag hung loose and low as it drooped onto the leather bench. His hand
gripped the bulging tube along his thigh. That got me excited, making my
prick swell. I readjusted myself and let my dick stretch and rise up to
nestle against my hairy stomach. I was spell-bound as he dropped his
shorts and sat back down. He continued on with his weights ignoring his
rising cock. His massive erection soon stood at a 45 degree angle. The
flared glans perched on the tip like a huge helmet; his balls hung low, two
enormous hairy weights.

He flexed his muscles making his cock-pole jump. The fingers of his left
hand finally wrapped around the thick shaft and squeezed till his knob
turned dark purple. Then, slow and easy, his right hand inched toward the
gaping come-hole. He smeared the drooling juice over his big knob, making
it glisten like a precious jewel. He spit into his palm that then slipped
over his shaft until every vein-gnarled inch of his meat was coated. He
stood, towering above me; I watched as he milked his huge stalk.

By then I had stripped off my shorts. I squeezed my aching prick tightly
in my fist listening to his rasping breath and the sound of his
lubricated palm sliding up and down along his rigid cock shaft. I could
smell the musky, manly funk rising like incense from his horny crotch. My
hips were pumping now, forcing my hard-on in and out of the tunnel formed
by my clenched fingers. I slipped my hand down between my legs; began
fingering my hole. I probed deep, eyes glued to my Tony's massive cock
knob-oozing precum.

His chest expanded as his breathing got deeper and longer, then Tony's
fist begin to fly till his knuckles were nothing but a blur. Suddenly his
fist gripped the thick base; a little sob escaped his lips as his
come-hole gaped. His huge nuts jiggled up into their pouch, and a white
blast of spunk shot high into the air like a geyser. He was definitely a
shooter, not an oozer. His spitting fuck meat was aimed at me as he
pumped his load, frosting me with his cream. I shivered and pumped faster
as I felt his hot, wet spunk sear my skin.

My swollen cock jerked and blasted off a torrent of its own sizzling
jizzum. Cum dripped thickly down my chest, pooled in thick webs in my
pubic hairs. He stood above me; his hand pumping gently now, coaxing the
last thick, creamy drop out of his long fuck-meat. It hung on the tip
momentarily before dripping into my soaked crotch. He still stood there
caressing his big cock when I scooped up the gooey mixture of our spunk
and licked my fingers clean.

I fell back exhausted. Tony grabbed his shorts, slipped them on and went
back to working out leaving me drenched in cock-cum. I slowly rose and
made my way to the shower. As I soaped up, I gave up trying to figure out
what happened and enjoyed the feelings of relaxation that enveloped me.
As I was toweling off, Tony popped his head in.

"Hey, thanks! See you tomorrow." He said.

I stood, dumbfounded.

Nothing was said the next evening. I was disappointed but didn't want to
push it. If jacking-off with him was a one shot deal, I'd live with it.
It was enough to feed my fantasies for a long time. He came home late
Friday. Usually after he's done a show he so tired he goes right to bed.
But he came into the den where I was watching TV. He went to the bar and
poured himself a scotch. I marveled at the firm cheeks of his ass encased
in the tight pair of cut-off sweats.

"You're up late tonight. Something happen at the show?"

"Nah," he answered, "just not tired, I guess."

Since Tony rarely drank anything stronger than beer so I knew something
was up. He appeared to want to talk to me about something. I looked at
him expectantly.

"Well, you know, umm," He was stumbling over the words. "I guess after
the other night... man, I haven't shot a load of cum like that in a long
time, and I thought maybe..."

So that was it. He wanted to get his rocks off with me again. The big,
beautiful fool. He should have known I'd be more than happy to have his
fat prick showering me with hot cock-cream. He stood staring out the
window, waiting for me to say something.

Instead I came up behind him and cupped his heat packed groin.

"Sweet Jesus," he moaned.

The spongy tube against my the heel of my hand quickly filled. I wrapped
my fingers around the pulsating shaft of his big cock and gave it a
squeeze. He stood there, arms at his sides, his breath escaping with a
soft hiss. I reached for his ass with my other hand, massaging the tight
mounds of muscle. I caressed his hairy thigh, inching up the leg hole of
his shorts. I clenched his fuzzy ball-bag in my hand and watched the lump
of his hard meat bounce against the constraining material as it throbbed.
He downed his drink in one gulp, slammed the glass down on the bar. He
looked at me without smiling.

"Get naked" was all he said.

I was stripped in a flash. I stood naked in front of him; cock pounding,
balls aching to empty their hot load of cum. We stood, silently, not
touching ourselves, not moving. I couldn't take my eyes off the throbbing
hard-on quivering in his shorts. A dark circle of wetness began to slowly
spread around the tip of his meat. I teased his hidden treasure in my
fingers, watching the dampness spread. He gently pushed me down until I
lay flat on the floor. He slipped off his shorts, towered above me with
his feet against the outside of my thighs. He pursed his lips and a
stream of spit dripped right on my cock. It oozed down my cockmeat. I put
my hand around my stiff dick spreading the warm wetness as I stroked
myself.

"Jerk your dick for me, boy. I wanna watch you pump that fucker dry,"
Tony crooned. "C'mon, pound that cock, baby, I wanna see that big, long
stud-cock shoot, pumping hot cum all over."

I never took my eyes off him, his hand snaking slowly up and down his
huge prick, listening to him talk, urging me closer and closer to
shooting my wad. I was jacking my dick fast and furious. I yanked at my
balls, twisting and pulling them in my fist.

"Oh, fuck man, I'm gonna cum, yeah. Oh shit, gonna shoot.........unngh,
fucking cummmm...." My eyes focused down on my shooting cock as the first
glob of cream shot forward and splattered against Tony's thigh. Then the
orgasm swallowed me, I closed my eyes and milked my spurting dick til the
spasms subsided.

Finally my breathing evened out and I opened my eyes. I was covered with
a heavy load of spunk. Tony still stood above me, his cock rigid,
standing out in anticipation. The bullet of sperm from when I first shot
oozed wetly down his thigh in a thin line. I reached up and rubbed it
around the hard muscles. He sighed as I massaged high up his inner leg,
closer and closer to his balls.

He gripped my arm and pushed me down. He crouched above me, resting on
his heels, pinning my arms at my side. He spread his knees and slowly
lowered himself until his big fuzzy nut-pouch raked against the tender
skin of my shaved balls.

"You like that, don't you, fucker? Tony's purred. ""Look at that dick of
yours swell up, You're a cock-hungry little punk, aren't you? Yeah, look
at my big, long stud cock just aching to shoot a thick wad of mancum all
over you. You want it don't you? Man just thinking about showering you
with hot cock-juice got me so horny. Look at my big, hard, cock; oozing
slime out that big pisshole, getting ready to spit a load of cum
spunk......"

He slowly, deliberately, began pushing against me. He thick shaft rubbed
against me, coating his cock in the cooling residue of my load. He moved
up my torso dragging his balls along my shaft, the thick hair tingling
against my wet cockmeat. He crushed his hardness into my belly, fucking
my drenched stomach. He gradually slid back. He winced in pain when the
tip of my stiff cock caught and stretched his nut-bag. He nestled back
down, crushing our balls together and began rocking against me. Our
drenched cocks slammed together. He let go of my arms and circled his
monster fuck-pole in his hands and started jacking off. I knew the
continuous pressure of his balls pushing against mine was enough to make
me cum. I cupped his muscled pecs and squeezed his tits, twisting the
hard nubs between my fingers.

"Come on, give me your load, shoot it, man. " I was urging him on. "Jack
your big horse-cock, give me your fucking scum."

"Angh, fucking.....gonna....cummmmmmmm................" Tony screamed
and bucked when his cock finally exploded.

The first blast landed in my hair, then another hit me across the cheek
and dribbled wetly down my face. The funky odor of his jizzum sent me
over the edge. I leaned into him, smashing my balls against his and my
cock erupted. I starting matching his orgasm blast for blast, hot sticky
jizz raining down, covering me. Finally, Tony collapsed on top of me.

I don't know how long we lay there because I must have fallen asleep.
The next thing I knew I woke up in the middle of the night, alone.

I didn't see Tony until a few days later, and he seemed to be ignoring
me. I figured okay, maybe in what we did we had crossed that invisible
line that he wasn't comfortable with. I wanted him to make the first
move.

But it got worse. When he wasn't obviously trying to avoid any contact
with me, he was rude. Downright nasty. After a few days of that I tried
to discuss it with him but he didn't want to listen. It was increasingly
more uncomfortable and became clear that the best thing was for me to ask
him to move out. I finally sat him down and told him how I felt, that I
was trying to understand but since he was having problems with me, that
maybe he should move. The most I got was a mumble "okay" as he left the
room.

I was in bed when I heard him come home late that night. He had done a
show and heard him in the shower. I tried not to think him, but I was
horny. And the thought of rubbing soap over his big, naked body, his
hairy balls, that big thick cock shooting thick man-scum, got to me. The
nagging ache in my balls could only be satisfied with a long, hot
jack-off session. I wrapped my hand around my growing hard-on and...there
was a knock at my door.

"Come in."

Tony peaked in the room and asked if he could talk to me. He stood, arm
propped on top of the dresser, trying not to look at me. The sizable lump
in his jockeys betrayed him. Even though the sight had my dick dripping I
wasn't gonna buy it this time.

"Look," I told me, "if you're here to get your rocks off, forget it. You
can't expect me to play then treat me like shit. It's not fair to..."

"No," he cut me off. "That's not why I'm here. I want to explain. They
day after we...uh, well I was practicing with Terrance and then a few
other times during the week, I, um, shit. I kept getting a goddamn
hard-on. I got scared and I was pissed, pissed at me, and pissed at you.
I know it wasn't your fault but every time I touched those guys I started
thinking about us, about you and how it felt and..."

"What's wrong?"

"You know, you and me. I mean we're both men and we shouldn't be...."

"Tony, how did you feel when we were together last time? Not just
during, but after. When you collapsed on me. When we held each other."

"Well, I felt relaxed, good."

"Comfortable? Happy?" I asked.

Yeah, but later....."

"But nothing. When we were together, did it feel wrong? Well, did it?"

Eventually he said "No."

I got out of bed and wrapped my arms around him. I just held him until
his body relaxed. I looked into his bright green eyes and he smiled at me
as his enormous arms closed around me. He didn't stop me as I brought me
lips to his. I caressed his back, under the tight band of his shorts and
massaged the hairy cheeks of his ass as I slid my tongue into his mouth.
He hesitated only briefly before our tongues battled. The bulge in his
shorts thickened, I ground my hardened cock into his. Knowing I could
have it, I didn't waste any time. I dropped to my knees and started
chewing on his cloth covered fuck pole. He pushed against my slobbering
mouth. I pulled away only after the length of his straining cock was
plastered with spit, every bulging vein of his pulsating shaft strained
against the saturated cloth. I reached up for him but he pulled me up and
shoved me onto the bed. He pulled off his shorts and stood by the bed,
holding his swollen dick.

"You want this? You want this big, thick, slab of manmeat pumping you
full of hot man-cum? Don't worry cause I'm gonna slide every inch down
your cock-hungry throat."

He crouched above me, his prick hovered inches above my waiting mouth.
He pumped his thick hard-on back and forth then squeezed halfway down the
heavy shaft. The dark glans flared and a stream of fluid trickled out. I
lifted my head, tongue extended. He lowered his meat to my mouth. He
stroked himself, groaning loudly. His milky pre-jizz oozed down the
fleshy cock-head into my eager mouth. I'll never forget that first taste
of his sweet-hot scum. He teased me, slapping his weighty fuck-meat
against my tongue. My erection bounced rhythmically, oozing against my
belly.

I couldn't stand it any more. I wanted his dick. I reached around and
grabbed the hairy ass-cheeks and yanked him to me. I moved my mouth onto
his cock, opening my jaws, gulping gently, firmly. My tongue slopped
around the cock-head then I opened wide. His long shaft slipped down my
throat. I held it there as it filled my mouth, my throat, pressing
against my tongue.

"Oh, yeah!!!!" Tony whispered as I trapped his hard dong between my
lips. "C'mon baby, suck my dick. Gonna shot my load down your
cock-sucking throat. Oh, man, yeah, gonna shoot you full of hot cum. Eat
it baby, yeah......"

He pounded in and out, hammered balls-deep into my mouth. I choked as
the shaft thickened and endless strands of hot, viscous spunk exploded
from his spasming meat. His orgasm seemed to go on for hours as he pumped
me full of scorching sperm. He finally pulled out. I reached for his
still stiff prong, squeezing out the last of his sweet load. My mouth was
full of it, coating my teeth.

Panting, chest still heaving, he lowered his face to mine. Out lips met.
His tongue lapped inside my mouth, licking his jizz. I shuddered as he
ran his hand down my body. circled my roaring hard-on. I raked my fingers
across his back, eager to release my own thick load.

He nuzzled my ear, down my neck and across my chest. He fastened his
lips around my tit while his hand slid down my thick shaft and gripped my
egg-sized nuts. I hugged him closer. He licked and slobbered, nipping at
my upstanding nipples and applied more pressure to my balls. I arched my
back right off the bed.

I yelled, moaned while he tugged down on my sensitive nut-sac. My dick
stood straight up in the air and my whole body convulsed as my throbbing
prick shot gob after gob of spunk all over us. He dove down and swallowed
my belching cock-root. I screamed as his tongue swirled around my
sensitive dick-head. I pulled him up to me, his weight nearly crushing
me. We held each other, kissing gently, slowly. We were both still horny,
our hard cocks battling trapped between out bodies, wet and slick from
cum and sweat. But the urgent need to cum was no longer there.