Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2011 07:56:10 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack Chapter 11 Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 11 I looked down at my watch and it was 8:45. "Shit," I said to myself. My flight nack home for Winter Break was at eleven, but I hadn't even left the house yet and, taking into account the twenty minute ride to the airport, I was cutting it pretty close. My bags were packed and I began lugging my two suitcases down the staircase to the outside of my apartment building, one suitcase slung over each shoulder. I checked my pockets to make sure I had my house keys, my car keys, my driver's license, and my plane ticket. Luckily, I had everything I needed and I looked up, ready to walk towards the parking lot to my car. As soon as I looked up, I noticed a big black Cadillac Escalade pull up in front of my apartment building and come to a stop. I did not recognize the car, but something made me stop instead of walking around it. "Brady!" I heard a voice shout as the window rolled down in front of me. "Dude, get in!" I still couldn't tell who it was and, next thing I knew, I saw the car door open and sitting in the driver's seat was Rusty Dorfman. You guys remember Rusty. He was the starting quarterback of the football team until he tore his ACL, bringing his season to a premature close. He was 6 foot 3 inches and 240 lbs. of grade A jock beef. He was also the social chair of Chi Omega Chi (Kappa Chapter) fraternity and an insatiable man whore, just like every other jock on this campus it seemed. "Dude, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked, walking towards the car. I heard the sound of the rear doors to the car open and Rusty jumped out and walked over to me. "I'm giving you a ride to the airport," he said. "Honestly, I figured we would miss each other, but it looks like you're running late, bud." "Yeah, man," I replied. "I don't know what happened." Actually, I knew exactly what happened. Nate Holderman, Rusty's replacement as starting quarterback, had talked me into going over to his place to watch "Succulent Spies of the Soviet Union" where we had witnessed the incredible acrobatic talents of several Baltic spies, one of whom managed, unbelievably, to convince a French government minister to reveal his nation's nuclear codes merely by sitting on his face. I was impressed. After that, I fucked Nate and... well, you know the rest. "God, I hope I don't miss the flight, dude," I said, shaking my head. Rusty and I tossed my luggage into the rear compartment of his car. "Everybody and their mother is going to be at the airport today since the semester is over." "I hear ya," said Rusty, clapping me on the back. "Now you don't have to worry about parking your car at the airport since I came to the rescue. You can thank me later. And by later, I mean in about twenty minutes, in the backseat of my car." I shrugged and hopped in to the passenger seat. We reached the airport in a little over ten minutes as Rusty figured out a faster way to get to the airport than the interstate that I usually take and it was only about 9AM by the time he pulled up to the terminal. "Two hours to spare," said Rusty. I smiled. It looked like Rusty was a good guy to have around when you needed help in a clutch situation. Besides that, he was fucking hot too. At his size, he was definitely one of the bigger guys on the football team and that jet black hair and blue eyes was a guaranteed panty dropper. Maybe I should bring him with me. We might be able to get me through airport security quicker! "It looks like we're early, bud," Rusty said, clapping me on the thigh. "What do you want to do?" "What do you mean what do I want to do? I'm gonna go to the airport so I don't miss my flight home, bro." "You have plenty of time," said Rusty. "Why don't you repay me for getting you here so quick? It's the least you can do." "No, the least I can do is say, 'thanks' and hop out of your car." "Alright, that WOULD be the least you could do, but you're not gonna do that, Brady. I know you. You never say 'no' when fucking comes up." I chuckled. Rusty had a good point and he was so goddamn cute. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. "Just sit back and enjoy, dude." Even though the car was parked only steps away from the airport, Rusty leaned over and unzipped my pants. I looked around to see if there was anyone nearby and there was a pair of airport security guards about one hundred yards away; so basically, the coast was clear. I pulled up the emergency brake on the car and said, "You know, just in case." I pulled down my shorts and my boxers and showed Rusty my growing cock. Rusty nodded his head in satisfaction and said, "That's pretty good, man, but I think I can get it harder." The football stud slapped my cock against his face a few times to make it harder. Then, Rusty began jerking me off and when I was fully hard, he began licking my cock head. "Oh yeah," I said. "That feels good, Rusty." I rubbed Rusty's shoulders and back and guided his head toward my cock. The quarterback took my hard cock in his mouth and it felt so good. I moaned in pleasure and put my hands on the back of Rusty's head. After a few minutes of incredible head, Rusty took a breather and asked, "You like that?" "I love it." "Your dick tastes good." Rusty took my cock back in his mouth and began hoovering my cock like a champ. His meaty jock lips massaged my cock, growing red with all the friction. Before I knew it, I was leaking precum in his mouth. "I'm close," I said. "Fuck, I'm close." I looked down at the dashboard clock and it was only 9:15, so we were still good on time. "Don't look at the clock," said Rusty and then he put my cock back in his mouth. I put my hands on Rusty's head again and began thrusting upward from the passenger seat, fucking his face like a wet pussy. "Mmmm..." Rusty moaned. As I fucked Rusty's face, I noticed that one of the security guards had begun walking towards the car and was now only about half the distance away as he was a few minutes ago. "Oh shit," I said, but I didn't want to stop because I could feel my balls move up as I was about to cum. Rusty continued to suck my dick and I kept thrusting upward into his mouth. Every few seconds, I looked out of the window to watch the security guard as he drew closer and closer to the car. I was freaking out, but Rusty was taking my cock deeper and deeper until he was already down to the base. Rusty made this lustful moan and that was all it took. Within seconds, the first shot of cum was shooting out of my dick and into his mouth. "Oh fuck!" I said. "Holy fuck! Ah!" I held Rusty's head down on my dick as I came in his mouth: first one shot, then the next, then the next, and he swallowed it all. Thankfully, he did not pass out like that time back at the hospital where I thought I had accidentally killed him. When Rusty was done swallowing the last drops of cum from my cock, he licked my shaft to catch any drops that he might have missed. Then, we both looked at each other and said, "Oh shit! That was awesome!" As we sat there looking at each other, we suddenly heard a knock on the window. I quickly pulled up my pants and boxers and covered my semi-hard cock with my hands. Rusty rolled down the window and the officer standing out side the car asked, "Do you boys need help?" "No, officer," replied Rusty. "We're fine. Just fine." Rusty was facing the security guard, away from me, but I knew he had a huge smile on his face. I caught my flight and, before I knew it, I was back in Colorado. I was back home. No more warm California winters or hot blondes walking around in short shorts in the middle of December. The first thing I saw as my plane descended towards land was a blanket of snow covering everything in sight: cars, rooftops, driveways. Yup, I was back in Colorado. My brother came and picked me up from the airport and drove me to the house; it was a slow ride for all of the snow. It was December in Colorado after all. We didn't talk much in the car, but all I could think was "In 24 hours, Nick will be here and everything will be awesome." I wasn't that close with my brother, because he used to beat me up when I was a kid, but he said he missed me and we spent some time talking about Nick. No, I didn't tell him any of the sexy details, but I mentioned that Nick was on the wrestling team and that I met him at the Kamikaze Shack. The more I talked about the kid, the more excited I got. In less than 24 hours, Nick would be here with me and I would have him all to myself. It was going to be awesome. Things did not quite turn out the way that I had planned. The next morning, I received a text message from Nick saying that he missed his flight and that he would have to catch the next one, which was later that night. This meant that my family would have to delay our drive up to the vacation house, but all that mattered to me was that Nick would be able to catch another flight. To get my mind off of waiting for Nick, I decided to head to the gym in town. I borrowed my brother's car and drove to the local gym, which was only about 15 minutes away. The gym was pretty empty and the the bench press was free, which was all I cared about. I put the plates on the weight bar, laid flat on the bench, and did a full set with about 275. I was a little distracted, so the reps were harder than they should have been. I sat up and thought, "Damn, I need a spotter." I looked around and there were a couple chicks in the back running on the treadmill, but I could not find anyone who was free to give me a hand. "Oh well," I said to myself and, just as I was about to lay flat on the bench, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around as a voice said, "Need a hand?" I looked up and saw a redhead wearing a sleeveless shirt staring down at me. He was a pretty big guy, he looked like he was about 200 lbs, and the first thing I noticed besides the hair was the pair of bright blue eyes. Something about the guy struck me as familiar but I couldn't place where I knew him from. "Brady," he said. "Dude, don't tell me you don't recognize me?" I looked again and said, "Dude? Is that you Ham?" It was Hamilton Briggs, one of my best buds from my hockey team in high school. He was the goalie on our team. Everyone called him Ham, even though he hated the name when he first joined the team. In spite of his protests, the name stuck and eventually he didn't seem to care anymore. I hadn't seen him in almost a year and he looked drastically different. For one thing, he was about thirty pounds heavier then he used to be; he clearly had been hitting the weights. He looked really good. I stood up and gave Ham a hug. "Honestly, bro, I didn't recognize you at first," I said. "It looks like you were eaten by a professional bodybuilder." Ham laughed and shook his head. "No, man," he said. "But I have been eating my scooby snacks." "Got it. Dude, are you back in town for the holidays?" "Yup. The same for you, right?" "Yup," I replied. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" "You want a spot?" asked Ham. "No problem, Brady." "No, something else." "Oh yeah? Go for it." "Dude, is everything alright at home? I heard that things weren't going to well." "You heard, huh? Yeah, my Dad lost his job, which is making it kind of hard for me since I'm still going to private school back East. My parents are still together, but they're getting into fights all the time. Over money, you know." "That's rough," I said, nodding my head. "I know how that is. I work part time, Ham. It's not always easy." Especially when horny college studs keep showing up at your job wanting you to fuck their brains out. "It's not easy, but I manage to make it work, bro." "I don't work part time," said Ham. I still couldn't get over how big he had gotten. His pecs were thick and meaty, projecting forward from his chest, and I could see his nipples through his flimsy gym shirt. On top of all, he still had this redheaded baby face. Ham had transformed from a friend on the hockey team to a bonified stud. "So how are you paying for school?" I asked. "You really wanna know?" "Yup. That's why I asked." "The truth is," and Ham looked away, and grinned. Then he looked back towards me again. "The truth is: I'm a gigolo." I laughed. "Yeah right." "I'm serious." I squinted my eyes at him and tilted my head to the side, in disbelief. "Are we talking Richard Gere in 'American Gigolo' or Rob Schneider in 'Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo'?" "Um...I don't really know what your talking about," Ham replied, "but I'm a gigolo and it pays the bills. I make about a thousand a week for only about four hours of... you know... work." "Are you serious?" "Of course I'm serious. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm a male prostitute and... you're absolutely right! When I'm not in school, I go to the gym, I eat out. I do whatever I want, man. Whatever I want. It's fucking awesome!" I thought Ham was pulling my leg, but I figured I'd go along with it anyway. "Who are your... um... clients?" "Mostly lonely ladies," said Ham. "You know... soccer moms... and women with jobs, too... professional women who sacrificed everything to climb the corporate ladder. You've heard the story. Same old story, man. Single professional ladies looking for some nookie, no strings attached. You know, when women like that come home, they just wanna fuck, and that's what I'm there for. They don't even want to talk most of the time. I usually have about two clients a week, but the best are the parties where four, sometimes five women show up. Nights like that, I can make $2000 in a single day. It's awesome." I started thinking to myself, "Why even go to college if you can make that kind of money as a gigolo?" Maybe things won't be so bad if I fail organic chemistry, after all. I'll just become a gigolo. "It's fun," Ham continued, "but sometimes it hurts. At least it hurt at first, but then I started to get used to it." "It hurts?" I asked. "What the hell are you talking about, dude? What hurts?" "The strap-ons." "The... strap-ons?" My dick suddenly got rock hard. "Yeah, Brady, it's crazy," said Ham. He put his arm around me. "These women like to get together and hire young guys like us and basically fuck our brains out. This one lady that hires me loves to do it in the kitchen. She calls her friends over and they lay me out on the kitchen table and one after the other they fuck me with their strap-ons. When they're really horny, one will fuck me in the ass while another one makes me suck on her strap-on at the same time. It's kind of weird having a plastic strap-on in your mouth, but I have to say, I have never cum so hard in my life as I have at these parties man. It's fucking crazy!" I had to cover my crotch with both of my hands to hide my hard cock in my gym shorts. I guess I wouldn't be doing any more sets on the weight bench. Not like this, anyway. I could not believe what I was hearing. I needed to change the subject.. fast. "So... um..." I began. "Ham, what have you been doing since you've been back, bro?" "Not much, man," said Ham, shaking his head. "I woke up late today and then I went to the movies with my cousin. Then I came here." "Oh yeah? What movie did you see?" "I saw 'Mouthy Muchachas Ravage Madagascar'," Ham replied. I still could not get over how big he had gotten. He looked like he was 5'11 and 195 or so of shredded muscle, which was much bigger than he was when I knew him in high school. "Crazy shit, man!" "Oh yeah?" Suddenly, Ham began to laugh. It started as a chuckle, and then he started laughing harder and harder until he was holding his stomach with laughter. "There's no one here anymore, Brady," said Ham, "so you don't have to hide it." "Hide what?" I asked. "Your huge boner," said Ham, looking down. He took his hands and moved my own hands away from my crotch, revealing the tent in my shorts. I was really horny at this point so just his touch was enough to make my dick leak precum. "Dude, it looks like your cock is about to split your shorts!" I started laughing, too. "I'm sorry, dude," I said. "I'm just so horny right now, and I don't really know why. I better go. I'm just gonna leave." "Why?" asked Ham, putting a hand on my shoulder. "The only person here besides us is the manager down stairs and I saw him nodding off when I came in." I vaguely recalled seeing the manager sleeping at his desk when I walked in. "But there are cameras everywhere," I said. "We'd have to be fucking crazy to do anything in here." "No one watches the tapes," said Ham. "They only look at that stuff if something happens. We should get each other off. We could do it pretty quick and no one would ever know." "I don't know, Ham. It's good to see you and all, but I don't really wanna risk it." "I know you want to, Brady," said Ham, with a killer grin. "Just look at your cock. You're probably about two minutes away from blowing your load right now. I have an idea. Why don't we suck each other off? I won't charge you. This times free." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Alright, Ham," I said. "Let's do it." Ham put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I did not have a whole lot of experience sucking cock, but I figured if I sucked Ham off, he would let me fuck him on the weight bench later. I had caught a glimpse of that beefy ginger ass and all I could think of was sliding my cock into his hole. Ham ran his fingers through my hair as I pulled down his shorts. To my surprise, under his shorts Ham was wearing a jock that was full almost to bursting with a stiff cock. I pulled down Ham's jock and his balls dropped down. His balls were golfball-sized and hung pretty low. Frankly, they were a pretty impressive pair of balls. And, in case you were wondering, Ham had a bright red bush like a leprechaun, but he still looked pretty damn hot. As I opened my mouth, in preparation for taking in Ham's cock, I suddenly started feeling strange. "I can't believe I'm gonna fuck one of the dudes from my hockey team." Just the thought of it seemed strange to me, but I figured "what the heck" and I went for it. I licked the head of Ham's cock. It was about average length but it was super thick and veiny. My cock was very long at eleven inches but I always admired really fat dicks like Ham's. After licking his cock head a few times, I slowly took Ham's cock in my mouth and he let out a loud moan. I cupped Ham's cock and balls at the same time with one of my hands and worked them forward towards my mouth. I did that repeatedly and Ham looked like he loved every second of it. "Oh yeah," he said. "That's it. Just like that." I steadied myself by holding on to Ham's meaty ass as I sucked his dick. Ham kept his hands on my head and fucked my face, tossing his head back in pleasure. I took Ham's dick deeper in my mouth until I made it down to the base. "Oh fuck," said Ham and, soon after that, I tasted the first drop of his precum on the back of my tongue. I swallowed it. "Oh shit," said Ham, in between moans. "I always wanted to do this with you, Brady," he said. "I've wanted this for so long." I took Ham's cock out of my mouth for a second and said, "Really?" "Yeah," Ham replied. I reached up and rubbed his rock hard abs as I took his cock back in my mouth. I could not believe how jacked this kid was. "After this, I want you to fuck me," said Ham. I could not speak with a mouth full of cock, so I made something like a nod and continued to mouth that fat dick. Before long, I had fully deep-throated it again, my lips stretching to get around such a wide throbbing cock. Ham held on to my head with both hands, and he fucked my mouth was a steady motion. As I held on to his legs with his hands, I could feel his body tense up and I knew he was close. "I'm gonna cum soon," said Ham. "Shit! Here I cum! Oh shit! Ah! Swallow that cum! Swallow that fucking cum!" Ham held my head down on his cock and started cumming in my mouth. He was a rapid cummer and I struggled to swallow all of his thick cum, but some of it escaped and began leaking out of the sides of my mouth. I gagged a little, but swallowed most of the cum. Ham must not have gotten off in a while, because there was a lot of cum pumping out of this redheaded stud. "Oh shit!" yelled Ham, as he continued to cum. "Fuck! Ah!" The cum just would not stop as torrent after torrent spurted out of Ham's dick and down my throat. When he was done, Ham sighed and I looked up and he had a big smile on his face. He pulled me up to a standing position and we kissed. Then he gave me a big hug and kind of collapsed in my arms. "I'm beat," he said, looking at me. He licked the cum off my face and swallowed it. "Now it's my turn," we heard a deep, gruff voice say from behind us. We turned around and saw the buff gym manager, a really big bearded dude in his mid-thirties, standing behind us with a big grin on his face. TO BE CONCLUDED [Usual disclaimers apply here. This story is entirely fictional although inspired by real people. Do not read if you are a prude and only like having sex in the dark, Amish style. No offense to my Amish comrades. ;) I am open to all feedback. E-mail me at the address above. Later, guys.]