Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2010 14:56:21 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack Chapter 3 Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 3 "Mitch," I said, patting the running back on the shoulder. "You're going to have to hide here for a little bit." "What?" Mitch asked. "Someone's coming," I said. "The guy I just finished talking to on the phone is coming now." Mitch jumped up. "Quick, grab your clothes!" I said. "Get dressed and hide here in the front of the truck." "I knew this was a bad idea," Mitch said. He was looking pretty stressed at this point, but he still looked pretty cute with those big blue eyes. "Don't worry, man, just hide here for a second." I was already dressed at that point so I quickly threw on my apron and stood at the window of the Kamikaze Shack. Try though he might, running back Mitch Adams was way too huge to successfully hide anywhere. I mean, a blind man could spot this dude in a cave in the dark. His big, beefy ass was clearly visible from where I stood, even though he was crouching in front of the driver's seat. "Hey, Brady," said Nick with a wicked grin as he walked up to the window of the truck. God, this little wrestler knows how to get my wheels turning. "What's up, man?" "Nothing," I said and smiled. "It's good to see you." "I wanted to surprise you, but I guess I ruined it when I called you." "That's alright, man," I said, trying to avoid looking at the front of the truck. If I looked that way, Nick would look too and he would see Mitch, the huge football player who had ridden my dick as if he was an honor student at the Jenna Jameson School of Professional Studies. I felt guilty about it right after we were finished, when Nick called. There were lots of hot guys on campus, seriously, it's ridiculous, but what I had with Nick, I don't know, it was different. I didn't want to ruin it, I mean, we had just got things started. If Nick found Mitch, that might be the end. "Dude, are you alright?" Nick asked, staring up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. I really did not want to be in the dog house tonight, unless "in the dog house" meant spending another night with this guy. C'mon, God, give me one more chance! Probably the wrong person to ask for help at this point... I know. "What do you mean?" I asked. The sweat droplets collected on my forehead. "You look like your sitting in the dentist's office and your the next root canal on the schedule," Nick said. It had gotten kind of cold that night so Nick was wearing a jacket, but I could still see his body underneath. Man, this guy was so perfect, it looked like he had been made just for me. "No, I'm fine," I said, calming down a bit. If I continued acting weird, Nick might get suspicious. I motioned for Nick to come closer to the window of the Kamikaze Shack. I looked up and down the street and there was no one nearby. "I was kinda bummed when you were gone this morning," I said. "Why'd you leave, bro?" "I don't know," Nick said and sighed. He had his hands in his pockets and his pecs looked so tight under his shirt. Damn, he was too much. "I didn't want it to be weird," he said. "I thought it might be weird. I thought you might not want me there when you woke up." "Dude, are you kidding?" I asked. "That's the one thing I wanted. I wanted you to be there when I woke up." "So we could fuck again?" "Maybe," I laughed. "But, no, man, I just wanted to wake up to you." "God, you're a softie," Nick said. "You're just one big softie." "C'mon, man," I said. "Give me a break." Nick laughed and shook his head. "What do you want?" I asked, moving over to the coffee machine. "The usual." "Yeah," Nick replied. "Actually, we have this new maple syrup ice cream. Dude, it's amazing. I'll give you two scoops of that and a cup of iced coffee, alright?" "Sounds like a plan." I whipped up the coffee and scooped out the ice cream and gave them to Nick. "See you tonight?" I asked. "Alright, bro," said Nick, winking at me as he walked away. "I'll give you a call." "Alright, Nick," I said, "and give me more than fifteen seconds warning this time." Nick laughed and walked away. I let out a deep sigh of relief. "Dude," I said, walking up to the front compartment of the truck. "You're ass is way too big for you to hide anywhere." "I'm a football player," said Mitch. "I'm not supposed to hide." "I guess that's a good point. You better get out of here though." "Alright, man," said Mitch, clapping me on the shoulder as he walked toward the back doors of the truck. "It was fun." "Yeah, I had fun too," I said. At least until Nick called me, that is. Things slowed down after Mitch Adams left and I wrapped up another night at the Kamikaze Shack after that. I went home and Nick came over later. He brought over a horror DVD and we watched it together. Honestly, it wasn't too scary; we basically laughed our way through the whole thing. After that I picked up my awesome 130-lb wrestler, threw him over my shoulder, and carried him over to my bed. I slapped Nick on the ass a few times and then I threw him down on the bed. "Alright, buddy," I said. "Take off your clothes." Nick laughed. "If you insist," he said. He took off his shirt, practically having to peel it off of his thick pecs. He took off his pants next, revealing a full jock strap. I could see that he was hard already. "God, your awesome," I said as Nick removed his jock. Nick lay in the bed naked and I admired the sight before me. He was tanned all over and every inch of his body was shredded. He had a thick bush of pubic hair above a growing cock. He had thick veins running down his biceps and he had really strong veiny hands. His chest was wide and his ass and legs were wide too, but he had a slim waist. Damn, he was so hot. Ever meet someone and realize that you probably will never meet anyone that hot again? Well, that was Nick. I took off my clothes spending extra time peeling off my shirt since I knew that Nick loved my beefy chest. He told me that was his favorite part about me. I jumped in bed beside Nick and turned him over. I rubbed my hands up and down his beautiful bubble ass. I kissed each ass cheek, which made him laugh, and then I slapped him on the ass. "You ready," I asked. "Yeah," Nick said. "I'm ready for you, man." Nick got on all fours and I positioned myself behind him. He moaned in pleasure as I pushed my bottle thick cock into his ass. Nick was a good 6 inches shorter in height than me and his ass was so tight that I was always a little scared that I would hurt him when I pushed my dick in, but he loved it. His deep moans were like music too my ears. I worked my thrusts into a rhythm and Nick backed his ass up on my dick. Pretty soon, he was doing all the work, pushing his ass back as much as he could. He backed up so forcefully that he almost pushed me off the bed. We fucked like that doggy-style for a good fifteen minutes. Then, Nick did something that I absolutely loved. He reached down underneath himself and he played with my huge balls as I fucked him. "God, I love your balls," he whispered. "It feels so good when you play with my balls like that," I said. I slowed down my fucking a little bit because I was enjoying the feeling so much and Nick said, "Dude, don't slow down. Keep it up. I want to feel you inside me." I thrust all eleven inches of my dick into Nick's ass and he said: "Ah! Oh my god." "You like it?" I asked. "I love it," Nick said. "Brady, don't stop." I kept fucking him on the bed doggy-style, putting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. Nick turned his head to the side and kissed one of my hands. I took a risk and thrust a couple fingers into his mouth and he started sucking on them. Oh my god, it was so hot. This hot, tanned little wrestler sucked on my fingers as I shoved my cock into his tight whole, again and again. "Shit, I'm coming!" Nick said. His words were mumbled out because I had three fingers in his mouth at that point. I bent further down and leaned my chest and abs against Nick's back as he came on the bed. Shot after shot landed on the pillows and bed sheets. "Fuck!" Nick cried as he continued to cum. "I'm ruining your sheets! Ah!" When Nick was done, he pulled his ass off of my dick and turned over. He bent over and started to deep throat my cock to get me to cum. His back was arched as he went down on me and I could see all the striations in his back. His butt looked so hot from this angle. I almost wanted to fuck him again. "You close?" Nick asked, taking a breather from sucking my dick. "Yeah, I'm close," I said. "Didn't you taste the precum?" "Yeah," he said, and he put his mouth back on my dick. In a few seconds more, I started to cum. "Oh my god!" I cried as my hot seed began to shoot into Nick's mouth. Nick did not want to let got of my dick. His incredible lips massaged all of the cum out of my dick, and he swallowed it all. I could see his adams apple move up and down as he struggled to swallow drop after drop of the cum. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on taking it all down. When I was done cumming, Nick released my dick and slapped me on the ass. "Nice job, buddy," he said. "You get an 'A' for effort and delivery." I pulled Nick's face up to mine and I kissed him in gratitude. I pulled his neck and face closer to mine and we made out like that for a few minutes, giving me a taste of my own salty cum. I guess this sounds kind of gay (no surprise there) but I really enjoyed kissing Nick. It was one of the things I liked the best. I don't know why. "You're amazing," I said. "You're just... amazing." "Thanks, man." "Hey, Nick?" I asked. "What?" "Do you want to spend the night with me, I mean, stay the whole night?" "Huh?" Nick asked. "I know that sounds weird, but... nevermind. Forget about it." "No," said Nick, shaking his head. "It's cool. I want to spend the night with you." And after that, Nick and I fell asleep on my bed, naked, and I woke up the next morning with him in my arms. It was awesome. Alright, guys, that was fun, but things get a little weirder after this. About a week later, I was standing behind the counter at the Kamikaze Shack, it was about 9PM, when this shadow walked towards the truck. No it wasn't a ghost, but I couldn't see the person's face until they stood squarely in front of me. As the shadow grew closer, I began to recognize who it was and, for some reason, I was really surprised. "Hey, man," said Nate Holderman, second-string QB on the football team, tossing me one of those post-game, just won in overtime, Monday Night Football grins. He was your stereotypical blond athlete, big and dumb, but about as hot as they come. God, this guy must get so much pussy. "Hey, Nate," I said. "What's up?" "Nothing, I just figured I would stop by and get some ice cream," said Nate. "And some coffee too, I hope," I said. "You know that's our specialty, right?" "Coffee and ice cream? Yeah, I heard." I whipped up the stuff for Nate and he ate the ice cream and drank the coffee in front of the window of the Kamikaze Shack. Occasionally, he would sneak a look at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention. "What's wrong, buddy?" I asked. "Nothing," the football player replied. "I just... actually, I'm really happy and I wanted to celebrate." "What are you celebrating?" "You didn't hear?" Nate asked, smiling up at me. "Rusty Dorfman tore his ACL in practice yesterday, so that means I'm up!" Rusty Dorfman was the starting QB. "Wait... that's terrible," I said. "Dorfman tore his ACL?" "Yeah, that's bad for him," Nate replied, "but it's awesome for me. That means I get to start next week." "Congratulations?" I felt weird congratulating Nate for that. "Yeah, I wanted to celebrate, but all my friends bailed on me," Nate said. "Kinda lame, celebrating by yourself." "What did you have in mind?" "I wanted to go to the video store and rent a DVD and maybe just spend the night drinking and watching movies," said Nate. He looked up at me expectantly. I sighed. This guy had the words "douche" written all over his face, but I felt bad for him, so I said: "Alright, Nate, I'm closing up the shack in about an hour so if the video store is still open then I can go with you." "Sweet!" 'What did you want to rent?" I asked. "Ravenous Purple Women III," Nate replied. "Have you seen that one?" "No," I replied. "Alright, I'm in." "Awesome!" said Nate and he walked away from the Kamikaze Shack. I met Nate at the video store close to campus about an hour later. We walked over to the "Wacky Science Fiction" section of the store (which is all the way in the back, next to the porn) and Nate found the video he was looking for. Nate picked up the box for "Ravenous Purple Women III". He turned it over and read aloud the description on the back: "Things take an unexpected turn when the cycles of a dozen purple women suddenly synchronize sending their sex hormone levels to dizzying new heights. Do the men of Earth stand a chance?" "Uh oh," I said, with a laugh. "I don't know if we 'stand a chance' but I guess we should rent this and find out!" "This one's a keeper," said Nate, and we walked over to the checkout counter. We went back to Nate's place, a single dorm room on campus, and we watched the movie. We both had to sit on his bed because there was no couch in his room and the only chair was all the way to the other side of the television. We spent most of the night laughing, and then we had a few beers. I actually had a really good time, but I had a quiz the next morning so eventually I told Nate that I had to leave and I put on my jacket. "Wait, you're leaving already?" Nate asked. "You can't leave." "What do you mean I can't leave?" "Dude," said Nate, "I'm not done celebrating!" "Celebrating that poor guy's torn ACL, you mean? I'm sorry, man, but I have to go. I'm not losing sleep because you want to celebrate the fact that some guy's life just came crashing down." "Why are you trying to make me out to be a jerk?" Nate asked. "I'm not... it's just... I have to go, alright?" "Listen," said Nate, "actually, I'm scared." "Scared?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm first string now and that's kind of a big deal. What if I fuck it up? You don't understand, man. No one on the team thinks I'm good enough to start. The only reason I was even second string is because my Dad is one of the trustees of the school. No one ever thought anything would happen to Dorfman, but shit, now his ACL's torn and that means it's all on my shoulders. What if I can't do it?" "Listen, Nate," I began, sitting back down again, "the team was 4 and 10 last season so I doubt you could do worse than that. Everybody gets jitters before the game. I played hockey for eight years so I know all about that. This is your chance to show what you got. I know some guys on the football team and no one thinks your a bad player. Don't overthink it." "Thanks, Brady," Nate said, shaking his head in agreement. "Don't sweat it." "That's what I needed to hear," added Nate. "Hey," he said, offering me another beer. "Do you want to stay a little longer? I'm kinda horny after seeing all of those purple women and the effects of their elevated hormone levels so... why don't you stay for a little bit? We could beat off together." Oh god, here we go again. "Those crazy purple women turned you on?" I asked. "Yeah," said Nate, rubbing the inside of my thigh. Seriously, is there an athlete at this school that is not a complete slut? "Alright," I said. "Let's do it." I would be lying if I said that the prospect of spending the night with Nate Holderman, the jockiest of the jocks, did not turn me on. The guy was sex on two legs. He was 6'3 with a meaty ass and thighs. He had the kind of ass that looked as good in uniform as it did in cargo shorts. He took off his shirt and revealed a six pack with a nice trail of blond hair leading down to his crotch. Did the carpet match the drapes? It was time to find out. As Nate pulled down his shorts and then his underwear, I tossed my jacket over to the chair on the other end of the room and then started to take off the rest of my clothes. By the time I had only my boxers on, Nate was completely naked. The carpet matched the drapes, my friends. This blond jock watched greedily as I stood up and slowly pulled down my boxers revealing my thick eleven inch dick. "Shit!" Nate said when my cock was in full view. "I was NOT expecting that." We were both on the bed now and Nate nudged over to me and started to tightly jerk my dick. He was leaning over me as he did this so we were facing each other. He worked my cock in a tight motion as if he could not wait to squeeze the cum out. Something about seeing this super hot guy bending over me and roughly fisting my dick got me really worked up to a frenzy. As Nate continued to jerk my dick, I rubbed his back and his arms. Nate must have really liked when I touched him like that because before I knew it, he was bending down and taking my dick in his mouth. "Oh shit!" I yelled. I was not expecting that. I doubt Nate Holderman had ever sucked a dick before this, but some guys just know what to do. He massaged my dick with his lips and licked the underside of my shaft paying special attention to the head. I put my hands on his blond head and shoved the QB's face down on my cock. Not too rough, I just guided him down. He couldn't get my dick all the way to the back of his throat at first, but he did a pretty good job. Pretty soon, I was precumming in Nate's mouth. "That tastes good, Brady," he said. "You like it?" "Yeah," Nate replied. I tenderly rubbed Nate's dirty blond hair as he slowly took my cock deeper and deeper down his throat. He had to change his body position a little bit, giving me a perfect view of that juicy quarterback ass. I slapped his ass a few times and, in no time, Nate had completely deep-throated my dick. He did that awesome trick where he just held my dick all the way in the back of his throat for about five seconds and then he pulled it out, to take a breath. In less than a minute he was back down deep-throating my cock again. He played with my nipples with his fingers. "Shit, I'm close!" I said. The quarterback couldn't speak with my cock in his mouth and so he pulled it out again. "Cum on my face," he said. There was no way I was going to refuse a hot guy like this so after Nate jerked off my cock some more I began to get even closer than before. "Oh shit!" I said. "Here I go! Here I go! Ah!" I began to cum, the hot sticky jizz shooting out and landing all over Nate's tanned face. He held his mouth open for me so that some of the cum would get into his throat. "Oh yeah," Nate mumbled as he held his mouth open. Load after load of cum landed on Nate and the bed. Some of the sticky cum shot up and landed in his hair. Nate was jerking off as I was cumming on his face and he came right after me, squeezing shot after shot of jock perfection out of his long dick, licking my own salty cum off of his face as he rubbed it out. "Oh my god!" yelled Nate as he came. "Oh my god!" he yelled again as he was almost done. The cum just kept pouring out until his sheets were covered in his white sticky cum. "Shit!" yelled Nate. When Nate was done cumming he collapsed in my arms. "I'm exhausted," the quarterback said. He rested his head on my chest for a minute and closed his eyes. I laughed and I took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the cum off of Nate's face. I tossed the tissues over to the waste basket but some of them landed on the floor. Nate rolled over and I put my boxers on and walked over to the bathroom down the hall to grab some more tissue. When I came back, Nate was sound asleep and snoring on the bed. TO BE CONTINUED [Usual disclaimer: this story is entirely fictional although inspired by real people. Stay tuned for the fourth installment, because you guys ain't seen nothin' yet. I am open to feedback so you can e-mail me at the address above or visit my blog at http://robotsinmasquerade.blogspot.com. Remember, aim your member away from the computer screen!] COPYRIGHT 2010