Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2010 21:28:05 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack - Chapter 6 Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 6 I hopped in the car, put the key in the ignition, and started the engine. I was "seeing red" at this point, but I managed to steady myself enough to drive. My Dad always told me not to drive angry. "That's how you get into accidents," I could hear him say, but I had to get to him. I had to get to Nick. I remember when I first met Nick. I was standing behind the counter at the Kamikaze Shack, and I was not having a good day. I liked working at the shack and it was an easy job for the money, but that day, I had three people ask for ice cream we were out of, and discovered that half the chocolate ice cream had melted because Chuck (owner of the Kamikaze Shack) had placed the containers next to the radiator accidentally. Well, all that changed when Nick walked up to the window and gave me this look. It was a look that said, "Hey, I'm Nick, and I'm awesome." I know that sounds lame, but, in a way, I felt like my life had begun when I met Nick. Ever feel as if you had never really lived until you met someone new? That's how I felt with Nick. I had lived most of my life in Colorado, I lived eight awesome years as a hockey player in my hometown, but that life seemed to grow distant when Nick appeared on the scene. I don't know what it is about him, even now I cannot describe it, but I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything else. And I wanted him to want me. The life that I had lived before he came along, a life of girlfriends and big family dinners at home, all of that became nothing when I met Nick. I knew that Nick was a wrestler as soon as I laid eyes on him. He had a look of shy confidence, and he looked strong. I could see that he was tight underneath his clothes, I pictured how he looked with them off. As he looked at the menu, thinking about what kind of ice cream he wanted, I watched him covertly. Brown eyes. Brown hair. Tanned body. Intense, friendly smile. It wasn't long until all I could think about was the feeling of having him underneath me. I pictured his 5'8 frame underneath my beefy 6'2 body. Pinning him to the bed, feeling my body on top of his. I imagined the feeling of my chest hair against his body, my throbbing dick against his abs. I pictured bending his legs back behind his head. Once I met Nick, it was not long until he was all I thought about. I woke up in the morning and thought to myself, "Where's Nick? I wonder what he's doing?" He was my 130-lb wrestler. He was the most awesome guy that I had ever met. And he was mine. We fucked after that. You know the story by now. He came back to the Kamikaze Shack the day after I had given him a free ice cream and iced coffee combo. We went to the movies to see "Homicidal Space Babes Invade Indiana" and then we went back to my place and fucked. It was the most incredible sex I had ever had mostly because I had never wanted anyone that much before. My brother Eric has this expression for whenever he sees a hot girl; he says, "The lust midget was stirring his cauldron." Well, that midget was working overtime everytime I saw Nick. And it's hard to lust after someone (physically and mentally) the way that I lusted after Nick and not feel something more than just lust. He had sprung into my life and I wanted to see where things would go from here. Yes, I was kind of slutty after that as jock after jock seemed to fall naked into my path. But it was still about Nick. It was always about him. So, when Nick called me and told me that he had gotten into a fight with his wrestling teammate Rick Garcia and that Rick had punched him, well, all I can say is I wanted to kill the guy. Seriously, all I could think about was how it would feel when my fist hit his face. I wanted to hear his ribs crack when I kicked him. If that sounds over the top, I'm sorry. I'm a hockey player. That's what we do: we're meatheads. "Nick, buddy, are you okay?" I asked after I parked the car in the gym parking lot and walked around to the front entrance. "I can't believe that son of a bitch hit you..." The left side of Nick's face was red and his left eye was almost swollen shut. He still managed a smile. "If you think I look bad, you should see the other guy." "God, Nick," I said. "What the fuck happened?" "Rick was just being Rick." I put my arms around Nick and hugged his body close to mine. I knew what he meant. I had known Nick long enough to have heard most of his Rick stories. "Rick left his smelly jock in my locker." "Rick farted in the assistant coach's face." "Rick knocked over my Coke at dinner." "When the coach asked Rick if he cleaned the locker room like he was supposed to, Rick lied and said he had. Man, we all knew he went out on a date." I am sure many of you know guys like Rick. Lots of jocks do stupid things because they think it's funny, but Rick was the type that did not know when to quit. He had no sense of appropriate and inappropriate and I hated the guy already, before I had even met him. I released Nick from my hold so I could take another look at him. "I can't believe he did this to you," I said, looking at his swollen eye and his bulging upper lip. "Seriously, he's dead." "We fought each other," said Nick. "It was a fist fight. What do you expect?" "Who hit who first?" "He hit me first," Nick replied. "He said I wouldn't be able to keep my weight down and I said his fat ass shouldn't talk and he flipped. I have never seen him that pissed before." "Who else was there?" I asked. "Just a couple of people in the back on the treadmills," Nick began, "but they left after the fight started. The janitor came out to watch, and by the time we were done, he was the only one around." I knew that this particular gym was unattended at night and students could get in with their badges. It wasn't surprising that there was no one there but the janitor at this time of night. "Well, let's go in," I said. "He's still in there, right?" Nick nodded. "Let's go," I said. As we walked up to the steps to the gym building, my mobile rang and I said, "God, I hope this isn't Nate again." "Nate? Nick asked. "Nate Holderman? Why would he be calling you?" "Long story." I answered the phone and instantly heard Trish's voice. Trish, as one of my best friends on campus, called me four or five times a day. "What are you doing?" Trish asked. "Wanna go to Skoloff's with me and my lesbian roommates? I guarantee it will be awesome as the lezzies do not practice gender discrimination once the Jack Daniels is in." Skoloff's was one of the popular bars in town. "I can't," I said. "I'm about to go bare knuckle with this son of a bitch at the gym." "Wait," Trish said. She must have heard the anger in my voice. "What the fuck is going on?" "This guy punched Nick and he's about to swallow his teeth." "Are you drunk?" Trish asked. "You sound different... And you can't get into a fight, we're going to the movies tomorrow." "We are?" I asked. "What are we seeing?" " 'Perverted Plutonian Acrobats II: Showdown in Copenhagen'," Trish replied. "Don't you remember? Besides, you're a lover not a fighter." "I'm sorry, Trish," I said, "but I have to go. Seriously, this guy is gonna get it." "Brady, wait--" Trish, began but I hung up on her. As Nick and I entered the doors into the gym, I turned my phone off. Nick and I searched the main weight training area of the gym, but we couldn't find Rick anywhere. As we walked around the gym, we realized that the gym was empty; if Rick was still here, then he would be the only person besides the two of us. Even the janitor that had seen the fight had left. "I don't see him," Nick said. "He has to be here somewhere." "Wait," I said, turning my head a little. I heard the sound of running water. "The showers are behind the lockers right?" "Yeah," Nick replied. We left the main section of the gym and entered the men's locker room. As soon as we entered, we heard the sound of a single running showerhead and felt the steam of a shower that had been running for at least half an hour. As we approached the showers, Nick whispered: "There he is." I saw someone standing underneath a showerhead with his back to us. He was a big guy, even from the distance that we stood, at least compared to Nick. I recalled that Nick had told me once that Rick Garcia wrestled at 174, and he was usually above weight. Rick had his head tossed back to allow the water from the showerhead to run down his short back hair and down his back. The water made a trail down his striated back and traveled down his ass crack. The guy was solid rock. His ass looked like two solid balls of muscle with a long crack down the middle, and below his muscle ass were thick tree trunk legs. Against my better judgment (or in absence of any judgment) my dick suddenly got rock hard. I took a deep breath. From the doorway into the showers I yelled. "Get outta there, mother fucker." I took off my jacket. Rick Garcia suddenly snapped his head around and saw me and Nick standing by the threshold into the showers. He looked around as if trying to find a way out. There was a small window six feet up from the ground in the back of the shower area, but it was barred. "Fuck," I heard Rick say. Nick and I walked over to Rick and, at this point, he was turned to face us. He had his back against the tiled wall of the shower area and he was completely naked. His dick was rock hard and stuck straight out for about twelve inches. It was the longest dick I have ever seen, even longer than mine. Above this massive dick was a thick black bush of pubic hair and, above that, was a treasure trail of dark hair that tracked down his six-pack abs. Below Rick's cock were two balls that were not huge, but hung three or four inches down from his cock like the testicles of a prize bull. As we approached Rick, some of the water from the still running shower splashed on us. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" Rick asked, looking at Nick and then looking at me. I noticed that Rick's cock was throbbing. "You fucked with Nick," I said, "and now you're gonna fuck with me. Got it?" "Nick and I fought," Rick said, looking like a startled deer, "but it was mutual. I mean... we fought each other. He punched me too." Rick pointed to his face and I saw that his lips were a little swollen. "He started it," Rick said. "You son of a bitch..." Nick whispered. I took a couple of steps closer. "You're fucking with the wrong guys," I said. "I know you punched Nick first. Don't lie. Be a man about it." "Ok, I punched him first," said Rick, looking down. His throbbing dick began to leak precum. "So what? What are you gonna do?" "It's payback time," I said. I kicked off my shoes and then took off my pants and socks. I took off my shirt and threw this and the rest of clothes to the spot farthest from the running shower. I was left in just my boxers, which rapidly grew wet with the water from the showerhead as I stepped closer. I saw that Rick admired my thick body and I grinned as his dark eyes concentrated on my crotch. I told Nick to take off his clothes and then I slowly pulled down my boxers. Rick gazed in awe at my cock when it was revealed. He might as well have licked his lips, he was that hungry for it. "Wh... what are you gonna do?" he stuttered. I laughed. "You mean, what do I want YOU to do?" "Wh... what do you want me to do?" Rick stammered again. "Well," I said, "first I want you to get on your knees and suck my dick. Then, when I'm ready to cum, I want you to keep your mouth on my dick and swallow every last drop. You're gonna feel the cum trickling down the back of your throat." Rick didn't look scared, in fact, he looked fascinated. "Then," I continued, "Nick here is gonna feed you his dick and his cum and he's gonna finish you off. When you're done swallowing two loads, we'll call it even." As Rick continued to admire my body, I stole a few moments to admire his, as well. He was a couple of inches shorter than me, coming in a 5'11 or 6'0. He had a thick muscular body on a thin frame, with large round biceps, thick thighs, and a slim waist. He had a small amount of black hair on his meaty chest. He wasn't handsome, he had kind of a rough face that looked like it had been punched a few times and he had some serious cauliflower ears, but the whole package was pretty damn hot. Honestly, the butter face made his body look that much hotter. But, best of all, Rick had one of the bushiest sets of pubes I had seen and an enormous cock. Unfortunately, he would not be putting that cock to any use today. It was his mouth that we needed. "Drop to your knees," I said. Rick did not need to be asked twice. In a flash, this wrestler was down on his knees and gripping my ankles with his hands. The tighter he held on to me, the more I knew that he wanted to get me off. He stared at my dick and said, "Oh fuck." "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's bigger from down here," said Rick. "You can do it," I said. "Your lips will be sore tomorrow, but that's life." Rick locked his dark eyes on to mine and then opened his mouth wide. He looked up at me as he took my fat cock into his mouth. "Oh my god," I said. For all that trashtalking that Rick did, this kid knew how to suck a dick. I guess he was just waiting for the right situation to do it. My shaft rested on his tongue as Rick took my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. Rick made quick motions with his head as he hoovered my dick. He gripped my ankles tighter and tighter and soon, he was moaning in pleasure. He closed his eyes so that he could focus all of his attention on sucking my dick. The sight of this rock solid wrestler deepthroating my cock and moaning soon sent me over the edge and I began precumming in Rick's mouth. "Mmmmm," he said. After he swallowed my precum, Rick said, "Fuck, I want all of it." Nick, who had been jerking off this whole time, took a few steps closer and placed his hard cock on Rick's cheek. As Rick sucked my dick, Nick slapped this prick in the face with his hard cock. Rick didn't seem to mind and his moans increased. I put my hands on the back of Rick's head and shoved his head deeper down on my dick. "Mmmmmmm," he mumbled. "Take that dick," Nick said. With the extra encouragement, Rick managed to take my cock balls deep and, as I thrust my cock in and out of his mouth, my balls slapped his chin. Rick let go of one of my ankles and began to jerk his huge cock. He fisted his cock so fast that I thought he would tire out his forearm muscles, but, seconds later, he took my cock out of his mouth and said: "Fuck! Fuck!" The first shot of cum kind of trickled out, but it was followed by four hot loads that shot up and hit me in the leg. As Rick's hot cum began trickling down my leg, I shoved his head back down on my dick and said: "Keep sucking." Rick deepthroated my dick as he squeezed out the last drops of cum from his cock. "OHHHH MUHHHH GURRRR," he mumbled as I started face-fucking him again, with my hands on the sides of his head, gripping his ears. I probably wasn't helping his cauliflower ear situation, but hey, he kind of deserved it. Seconds later, I put one of my arms around Nick and said, "Fuck, Nick! I'm gonna cum! Nick, I'm gonna cum!" I jerked my shaft and Rick kept the head of my cock between his lips. He mumbled something again as I began releasing shot after shot of jock cum into his mouth. The feeling of jerking my dick into this hot wrestler's mouth as I held my arm around Nick was so hot. I tossed my head back in pleasure. Rick swallowed every drop of my cum, greedily drinking it up like a starving man. As the last drops of cum trickled out of my dick, Nick kissed me and I pulled his face close to mine. It was ecstasy, a feeling so intense it took years off your life. When I was done cumming, I pulled my dick out of Rick's mouth and and wiped it dry by rubbing it against the wrestler's face. "You're up," I said, moving over so that Nick could position himself in front of Rick Garcia. "You ready for this?" Nick said with a sneer. I could tell he wanted to get back at this prick. "Give it to me, Nick," Rick said, grabbing hold of Nick's ankles as he had grabbed hold of mine before. Nick thrust his thick cock into Rick's mouth and held on to his ears. Pretty soon, he was roughly fucking Rick's face. Rick mumbled and gagged a few times. "I have an idea," I said. I stepped away for a few seconds. I had walked over to my jeans and I came back with a small silver wrapper that I ripped in half. Rick's eyes grew wide as he looked at me and realized what I was doing. "Get on all fours," I said. Rick maneuved into position, on his hands and knees, without letting Nick's dick fall out of his mouth. He was pretty good at this dick sucking business. I positioned myself behind him and slipped the condom on my cock. I spit on one of my hands and rubbed it on my cock. I spread apart Rick's ass cheeks and took a look at Rick's tight pink hole. "Damn," I whispered. That was one tight hole. Without further warning, I took a hold of my cock and thrust it into Rick's virgin hole. "UHHHHHH," he mumbled, Nick's cock still in his mouth. "UHHHHHHH!" I placed my arms on Rick's shoulders as Nick fucked his face. I fucked Rick harder than I had ever fucked anyone, man or woman, stretching out his muscle ass with my dick. His ass would never be the same again. Rick moaned in pleasure and Nick said, "I think he likes it. His dick sucking got better when you slipped your cock in." Rick's moans grew louder as I fucked him harder and harder. I pushed his lower back down to arch his back some more. His thick, bubble ass was sticking straight up in the air and I watched as my eleven inch cock pull in and out of his hole. His hole was so tight that it felt like it wanted to push my dick completely out. "Oh my God," I said. "This is so hot." "Brady!" Nick shouted. "Fuck, Brady, I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum! AH!" Rick couldn't handle being fucked and deep-throating Nick's cumming dick at the same time, so he took his mouth off of Nick's dick and held his mouth open. Nick began to cum on his tongue, the first shot landed right in the middle and the rest were aimed at the back of Rick's throat. "Oh, shit," Rick said, rubbing Nick's thighs as Nick came in his mouth. I pulled my dick out of Rick's ass, pulled off the condom, and rubbed out another load as I watched Nick unload in Rick's mouth. The sight of Nick's thick pecs bouncing as he jerked off in Rick's mouth was so hot that I had to come again, even though I had just finished cumming. I didn't know if or when I would ever see anything this hot and I had to seize the opportunity. My cum landed on Rick's back and slowly trickled down towards his bubble ass. As the last shot of my cum bumbled out I saw something like a light flicker. "What was that?" I asked. I was positioned in such a way that I could see the hallway in the men's locker room and I thought I saw a flash. "Did you see something?" Rick asked, turning around. He bent over and kissed my chest. Then he pulled my face close to his and kissed me. I tasted Nick's cum on his lips. I pulled away from Rick and said, "I saw a light flash." "Is there anyone in there?" we heard a voice ask. Nick turned white. "Fuck, did you hear that?" he asked. "Is that the janitor?" I squinted my eyes as I tried to place the voice. I recognized it but, I was a little drunk, and so I could not place it right away. Then suddenly it dawned on me. "Fuck!" I said. "That's, Trish!" "Trish?" Rick asked. "Who's that?" "Fuck," Nick whispered. "Let's get dressed! Now!" Nick and I quickly went to the corner where we had thrown our clothes and scrambled to put them on. Rick ran to the bench outside of the shower area and dressed himself as well. "Hello?" we heard Trish's voice ask again. When Nick and I were done dressing, we ran over to Rick and grabbed him by the arm. We walked out of the shower room and ran into Trish in the hallway of the men's locker room. "There you are!" she said. "Trish, what the hell are you doing in the MEN's locker room? Are you a MAN?" I asked. Trish laughed. "No, I am not a man," said Trish. "I was worried about you. I can't believe you hung up on me!" "I was pissed," I said, with a shrug. "I know you're Nick," Trish said, pointing at the 130-lb wrestler, "but who are you?" and she squinted her eyes at Rick. "That's Rick," Nick said, "he's the prick who punched me." "Ah! Well, it looks like I came just in time," said Trish. "What were you guys going to do to him if I hadn't shown up?" Even Rick could not suppress a smile. "Oh, nothing," I said. "We just wanted to see him swallow his pride." TO BE CONTINUED [Usual Disclaimer: This story is fiction, although inspired by real people. If you would like to leave feedback, you can e-mail me at the address above. I even accept wacky science fiction titles for future chapters! 'Perverted Plutonian Acrobats II: Showdown in Copenhagen' is inspired by one of my Danish readers. You know who you are! Have fun, guys.] COPYRIGHT 2010