Date: Thu, 27 May 2010 19:04:17 -0600
From: Danny Ocean
Subject: Boys Love Wrestlers

Please do not read if you're not old enough.  This is pure fiction.

			    Boys Love Wrestlers
			      by Danny Ocean

	The noise of the crowd in the mammoth arena was deafening, but
nobody cared.  The action in the ring was typical: muscle-bound men, bad
acting, tight speedos, fake blood, and the latest fad: hitting each other
with folding chairs.  Entire families were there to watch the spectacle.
Fathers brought their sons and on some occasions groups of other boys from
their neighborhood.  Most of the boys had posters of the wrestlers on their
bedroom walls.  The mounting excitement that generated from the ring
distracted many a parent from what some of their little angels were doing
right beside them.  For you see a lot of the boys had their hands down
their pants playing with their little noodles.  Some did it deliberately,
others unconsciously.  They were enjoying the show.
	Everyone, of course, had their favorite wrestler.  Who's to say why
this one appealed to this group or that?  However, for some reason all the
young boys were there to see Sgt. Strong.  His gimmick, if you want to call
it that, was the simplest: tough Army drill sergeant who came out wearing
regular fatigues.  He would strip down to a camouflaged speedo, do his job,
and retreat with a smile and a salute.  He didn't brag at the microphone or
threaten his opponents.  He came in, got the job done, and left.  Strong
was also extremely good-looking: handsome facial features, short hair, and
five o'clock shadow and very muscular.
	Strong also had different reactions from the demographics of the
crowd.  Fathers and wives cheered and screamed.  Boys, however, just stared
at him as if in a trance, drinking in every delicious part of his body.
Boys without fathers dreamed of a daddy just like him.  Boys WITH fathers
just wanted to be alone with him.
	Of course, there were the usual group of sexy ladies that were
there to get a piece of the muscle action whether it was there in the arena
or later in the dressing rooms.  That was another thing that separated
Sgt. Strong from the other wrestlers.  He had a roving eye for the pretty
young lads.  And there were so many that congregated around his dressing
room, it was like picking the prettiest flowers from a garden.  And tonight
was no exception.
	The last fight ended, the announcer wished everyone a safe ride
home and said goodnight.  It was the usual pandemonium around the dressing
rooms.  All the wrestlers were signing autographs or giving interviews;
some with both arms around lovely women.  Sgt. Strong found himself adrift
in a sea of boys.  Most were waving books for him to sign.  And sign them
he did.  "What's your name, soldier?"  It went on and on.  There were also
some boys who weren't there for autographs.  They wanted a souvenir of a
different kind.  And they were the ones who hung around after everyone else
had left.
	Suddenly it was very quiet.  Everyone was gone except for
Sgt. Strong and twenty-two boys.  The lads were all dressed pretty much the
same: baseball caps, t-shirts, shorts, and sneakers.  Strong made them all
line up against the wall.  For him it was the most exciting part of the
evening.  They all wanted him.  They were his groupies.  They would do
anything he wanted.
	He walked down the line and picked six exquisite specimens.
"You...you...you...you...you...and you."  All six boys walked silently into
his dressing room.  The remaining boys walked away complaining softly.
	In the dressing room, Strong made the boys line up at attention.
He stood there with his hands on his hips wearing only his speedo, socks
and combat boots.
	"Hats off," he shouted.
	The boys all flung their hats in a pile on the floor.
	"When I give the order, state you name starting with you.  Sound
off!"
	"Timmy...Billy...Joey...Mark...Billy...Todd."
	"All right, boys.  At ease."
	The boys relaxed and looked at each other giggling.
	"OK, men.  Since two of you have the same name, we'll call you Big
Billy and you Little Billy.  Eyes front and center."
	The boys locked their eyes on Strong's face.  Strong slowly took
his speedo off and dropped it on the floor.  The boys eyes fell to his
groin.  They audibly expressed their admiration and desire.
	"Strip!"
	All the boys removed their shirts, shorts, underwear, socks and
shoes.  Soon, they were all nude and erect.
	"I take that back.  YOU'RE Big Billy and YOU'RE little Billy."
	They all had a big laugh at that.  It helped relieve a lot of the
tension.
	"OK," said Strong.  "Three teams of two.  Pick a partner and start
kissing."
	Each boy turned to the one next to him and smiled wickedly.  They
all embraced slowly and started smooching.  Some were giggling so it was
difficult start, but once they settled into it they didn't want it to stop.
	Strong was loving it.  He rubbed his own body.  "I want to see
tongues, tongues, tongues."  The boys complied.  "Very good, men.
Ass-grabbing.  Grab those asses."  Again the boys did what they were told.
He groaned at the erotic sight before him.  "Are you enjoying it?  Let me
hear some moaning."  Again the boys did it.  He was really losing control.
He was jerking his cock and rubbing his balls.  "Oh yeah, you guys are
making me feel real good."
	Strong got down on his knees and felt up two perfect bubble butts.
He pulled the two apart and began giving their little dicks and sacs a
delightful tongue bath.  The boys, Timmy and Little Billy loved it.  They
broke the kiss and started panting.  Strong sucked one boy, then the other.
They moaned very loudly.  The other boys broke apart and walked over to the
threesome.
	"Form a half-circle around me, men.  And shove you dicks into my
face," Strong groaned.  The boys moved in tight and aimed their dicks.
Strong was delirious with pleasure.  He sucked their sweet little dicks and
rubbed their bulging little sacs.  The boys were moaning and squealing out
their pleasure.
	"Oh, you hot little boy pussies are driving me crazy.  Jerk off in
my face.  That's an order.  Oh, yeah, pull those cocks.  Yeah, jerk them
hard and fast.  I want to taste all that boy cum.  Stop, Big Billy.  I'll
suck you off, but I want you other boys to keep jerking off in my face."
	Strong deep-throated Big Billy driving the boy crazy with lust.
"Oh, it feels so good," murmured Big Billy.  "You do it better than my
daddy."  Strong groaned loudly and filed it away in his brain.  He popped
his mouth off Big Billy and said, "Yeah, I want all of you to call me
Daddy.  That's an order."
	"Keep sucking me, Daddy," said Big Billy.
	"Yes, sir," said Strong.
	Angel-faced Timmy shouted, "It feels all tingly, Daddy.  I think
I'm gonna cum."
	"Oh, me too, Daddy," said Mark.
	"Move in closer, boys.  And shoot you cum on Daddy's face."  He
continued sucking Big Billy.
	"Suck it harder, Daddy.  I'm gonna shoot my cum!!!" screamed Big
Billy.  "Ohhhhhh, yesssss."
	Strong could feel the boy's cum pumping into his mouth.  He
swallowed and sucked.  Suddenly, he felt something splash against his
forehead.  He opened his eyes and saw volley after volley of boy cum
shooting at his head.  The boys were all going crazy ejaculating on him.
Squeals and screams filled the room.
	After everyone settled down, Strong leaned back on his heels and
licked as much cum as he could off his face.  He was breathing heavily.
The boys all kneeled next to him and licked off the rest.  Mark took that
opportunity to shove his tongue into Strong's mouth.  The sergeant grabbed
the boy and held him tight and close as he moaned through the kiss.  A few
of the other boys actually reached down and began fondling Strong's cock
and balls.  It felt so good to Strong that his grip on Mark tightened,
almost hurting the boy.
	"Get on the bed, Daddy," said Todd.  "We'll make you feel real
good."
	The boys pulled Strong to his feet and walked him over to the
dilapidated bed in the corner.
	"Raise you hands if you have NOT had sex with your father," said
Strong.
	No hands went up.
	Strong lay on his back and lifted his legs and bent his knees.
"See anything you like?"
	"I want to lick his hole," said Timmy.
	"I want to suck his balls," said Todd.
	Little Billy said, "I want a mouthful of his cum."  He started
sucking Strong's cock.
	"Ohhhhh, yeahhh," said Strong.  "Is that Little Billy?  Oh, you
mouth feels so good on my dick."
	There was a boy on each nipple, one on his cock, one on his balls,
and one licking his asshole.  In between gasps of pleasure, Strong noticed
that Joey was unoccupied.  "Hey, Joey, bring that angel face over here and
kiss me really sweet."
	If it could be said that a boy could tease the shit out of a man by
simply kissing him, Joey did it.  He playfully hovered his gorgeous face
close to Strong's and pecked him here and there, licked his nose, licked
his eyebrows.
	Strong was going crazy.  The cum was bubbling in his balls.  Every
part of his body was electrified.  And Joey was teasing him.
	"KISS ME, YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!!"
	Joey kissed him, flicking his little tongue.  Strong screamed as he
felt his cum shoot out of his cock into Little Billy's sucking mouth again
and again and again.  The tongues and the mouths held fast in their
positions maintaining an intense level of pleasure.  Strong's screaming
continued for quite a while.
	When it was all over, when Strong thought that nothing else could
excite him, Little Billy ran over to him pointing to his own mouth.  When
he opened it, he showed Strong that his mouth was indeed completely filled
with cum.  Little Billy then closed his mouth and swallowed causing
Strong's cock to rise again.
	"At ease, men.  And take five while we recuperate for the next set
of maneuvers."