Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2011 14:45:38 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 8 Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 8 I was standing behind the counter at the Kamikaze Shack on a cold Sunday night in December, thinking about what to do with the rest of the night. It was late, so it was almost time to close up the shack. But, instead of coming up with a plan for the night (going to the movies, renting a DVD, calling a bud and grabbing something to eat), after a few minutes of daydreaming, all I could think about was how messed up my life had gotten. My world was spinning out of control. At this point, I was pretty sure that whatever I had going with Nick was real, at least from my standpoint. It was beginning to look like he didn't feel the same way about me. Frankly, it kinda sucked, and I wasn't happy about it, but there wasn't a whole lot that I could do. Maybe there were just too many slutty jocks throwing wrenches into the mix to make it work. I felt like I would have been be perfectly happy just fucking Nick and no one else, but at this point, he wasn't returning my phone calls and I didn't know what to think. I could picture myself carrying the wrestler over to my bed, peeling the clothes off his ripped, tanned body, playfully bodyslamming him on the bed. I would lay him flat on his stomach and he would peel apart his ass cheeks for me. I would lay on top of him and he would feel my chest hair on his back. I could imagine putting my arms around him and hugging his tight wrestler's body close to mind. And then I would fuck him. That's what I wanted, anyway, but it seemed like he wasn't interested anymore. As I stood there with my elbows on the counter, looking up at the night sky, I heard the sound of footsteps coming toward the truck. I know, mysterious footsteps walking toward the Kamikaze Shack again. Kind of a running theme here, guys. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 7:58, which meant that there were only two minutes left before closing time. The shack closes early on Sunday (at 8PM instead of 10PM), but now, all I could think was, "God, I hope whoever it is has a simple order so I can make it fast and get the fuck out of here." Before I knew it, standing in front of me was something huge and smiling with two blinding blue eyes staring right at me. "Brady," said the voice of the dude standing in front of me. "Brady Conlon. Dude, it's been too long." I laughed. "I know, man," I said. "It's been a while but, to be perfectly honest, that night in the hospital was pretty crazy." It was Rusty Dorfman, the 6'3 injured quarterback of the football team. You remember the guy: black hair, blue eyes, beefy muscular body. This was the dude that every girl on campus wanted to get hammered by. Whenever the chicks knew that Rusty was going to be around, they made sure they wore the tightest and skimpiest shorts they could find in their closets. Seriously, I've never seen so much camel-toe in my life. I took a class with Rusty once and it was like I took a field trip to the San Diego Zoo. "Dude," said Rusty, still laughing, "I don't remember most of it. I remember you standing next to the bed. The TV was on. Next thing I remember, the nurse was shining a flashlight in my face and I was being wheeled off for an MRI." I smiled. "Actually, it was a CT scan," I remarked, "and it was pretty scary. Honestly, I thought I killed you and I was practically shitting my pants. Do you seriously not remember what happened?" "Not really." And Rusty leaned in to the truck and put his forearms on the counter. One of his arms brushed against mine and my dick got hard instantly. He didn't move his arms either, he just left them on the counter touching mine. "I really don't remember much, man," he said. "I remember our dicks were out at one point. What the fuck happened?" I sighed. I could see where this was going already and I didn't know how to handle the situation. It was obvious that Rusty wanted to start something. He had this look in his eye that said, "I am getting laid tonight if I have to cut a hole in a canteloupe and fuck it in the kitchen," but I was still holding out hope that Nick would call and I was trying to minimize contact with the horny jocks on campus. That being said, this dude was pretty hot. Even though it must have been 55 degrees out that night, he was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and cargo shorts. Even with his loose shirt on, I could see every inch of his beefy body underneath and I swear I could see the outline of his massive cock in his shorts. "Alot happened, Rusty," I replied, finally. "It's probably better that you don't remember, dude. Let's just leave it be." "Dude, I want to know." "Listen, man, let's talk about you," I said, trying to change the subject. "It looks like your knee is better. You're not wearing a brace. That's awesome!" Rusty leaned down and slapped his right knee. "Yeah, it's better," he said. "Not good as new. Not yet. I still have all these doctors appointments to keep up, but at least I'm walking on it. And my arm is better too." "That's awesome, bro," I said. "I'm really glad to hear it." "I still can't play, but the season's over anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter." "Dude," I said, "you'll be fine for next season. Good as new. I'll have to tell Nate to stay home so you can take your job back." I laughed. "Yeah? Thanks, man. I'm happy I'm better, although I'm bummed that you didn't come back to visit me in the hospital. You just kinda disappeared." "Sorry, man. It was all just so weird." Rusty shrugged. "It's just nice when your friends stop by, you know?" "I know." "And Nate never came." "I kinda figured that he wouldn't," I said. "He felt really bad and I guess he just never got up the nerve to talk to you about it." "It's cool," said Rusty. The way he was looking at me right now, not blinking, just staring right into my eyes and occasionally looking down at my lips was getting me really hard. My dick was throbbing in my boxers and because I was leaning in towards the counter, the head of my pulsating cock kept thumping against the counter. "We're cool now," Rusty continued. "Me and Nate, I mean. No hard feelings. You know?" "That's awesome, man." "Hey, Brady," said Rusty, with an expectant look in his eyes. Here it comes. "What are you doing tonight?" I smiled. "Well, I've been trying to come up with something all afternoon, but I can't think of anything, so.... honestly... nothing." "I have an idea," Rusty said, tapping a hand on the counter. "Let's hear it." "Well, I picked up a few movies from the video store because the guys in my fraternity never go to class on Mondays. We usually just watch movies all night and go to sleep late: real late, like four or five in the morning." "Dude, I have class tomorrow," I said. "I gotcha," Rusty said, nodding in understanding, "but you could come over and at least watch one movie with me, right? Just one. Pretty please?" Hearing this huge jock say "pretty please" made me smile. I licked my lips and avoided his gaze for a few seconds. "Just one?" I asked. "Just one," said Rusty. "And no funny business. I promise." The guy said "pretty please" so how could I refuse? Plus, he was so fucking cute that I just had to come over. I shrugged. "Watcha got?" I asked. "Oh, I got winners!" said Rusty, picking up a plastic bag he had set down and fishing inside for the DVDs. "Let's see. I got 'Bloodthirsty Belles Take A Bite Out of Myrtle Beach'. I got 'The Saucy Succubus of Gomorrah'. And I got 'Erin Brockovich'." I couldn't supress my laughter. I knew my face must have gotten red at that point and I said: "Hmmm... As tempting as 'Erin Brockovich' sounds, I'm gonna have to go with 'Saucy Succubus of Gomorrah'." "Dude," said Rusty, "great minds think alike. That was gonna be my pick!" "You don't say." "Let's get outta here, bro." So, I closed up the Kamikaze Shack and we took Rusty's car and drove over to Chi Omega Chi (Kappa chapter), Rusty's frat, on the other side of campus. Rusty dropped me off at Chi Omega Chi and drove off to go and get some Chinese. Can't watch DVDs without food, right? Before driving off, Rusty gave me directions to his room on the second floor and I headed up there to wait for him. Chi Omega Chi was your typical college fraternity: old-fashioned frat house with lots of wood-paneling everywhere, banners and wooden padles with the fraternity's letters incribed on them hanging from the walls, large dining room, lots of hot jocks walking around shirtless. You know the deal. As I made my way up the stairs to Rusty's room, I saw a blond guy walk passed me with a big grin on his face. Next thing I knew, I was at the top of the stairs and I walked down the hall to Rusty's room, which was the last bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was unlocked and I pushed it in. There were two double beds in the room, but I knew that Rusty, as the social chair for the fraternity and the former starting quarterback, had the room all to himself. He was a god on campus, so he had the hookup. After waiting for Rusty for about ten minutes, I had the sudden urge to relieve myself so I walked into the bathroom, which opened off of the bedroom. It was an old building so the bedrooms were all arranged with shared bathrooms in between. As I stood over the toilet, peeing, I suddenly heard the sound of a door open and slam. It was coming from the bedroom on the other side of the shared bathroom. I heard someone say, in a deep voice, "Dude, what the fuck did you do to my car?" Then I heard another guy say, "Your car? Um... what do you mean?" "You know what I mean, homey. I know you took my car out while I was at study group. Now, I have a big fucking scratch on the driver's side of my car. What the fuck did you do?" "Dude," said the other guy in the room, in a frightened voice, "I think that was there before. Wasn't it?" "No, you bitch, it wasn't!" And I could hear the sound of someone stumbling and falling to the ground. "What the fuck, man?" "You're gonna pay for my car, you dick!" "Um... I don't have any money." "You fucked up my car, you son of a bitch!" "I don't have any money, bro. What about this? I could suck you off, dude. I'll suck you off real good and you can come down my throat. What about that?" Holy shit. I shook my dick dry and zipped up my pants. I crawled over to the keyhole to take a look-see at what was happening in the room next store and, sure enough, there was the blond guy I saw coming up the stairs before getting down on his knees and unzipping the jeans of another guy. The other guy in the room was this really jacked dude wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut off and jeans. He was on the shorter side, but he had huge biceps with veins running down the middle and hairy forearms. He had a big, thick ass that the blond dude revealed as he pulled down his jeans. As I sat there, with one eye at the keyhole, I saw the blond dude take off his shirt and lick his lips. "Yeah, Jason," said the angry car owner. "You want this dick, don't you?" "Yeah, I want it," said Jason, licking his lips some more. "You're gonna pay for fucking up my car, you bitch!" Jason pulled off his white wife beater revealing one of the most cut bodies I have ever seen. He was more on the lean side than really jacked, but every inch of his torso was shredded. "Ryan, I want your dick so bad. Sorry I fucked up your car, bro. I'll make it up to you." "Swallowing my cum is a good start," and Ryan slapped Jason in the face with his nine inch cock. "Oh, my dick's getting hard slapping you in the face like that." "Oh yeah," said Jason. "I fucking love it!" "Alright, now it's time for you to choke on this dick," and Ryan, with his enormous arms, grabbed Jason by his blond hair and shoved his face down on the veiny, pulsating cock. "That'll show you." "Mmmmm," said Jason, mumbling as Ryan shoved his cock into his pretty boy mouth. I watched as Jason tried to spread his jaw wider to take the cock further down. Ryan worked his thrusts into a regular motion as he face-fucked the blond boy down on his knees in front of him. Jason placed his hands on Ryan's beefy ass and pulled him closer, shoving that fat cock deeper in his mouth. "Fuck," said Ryan. "I'm precumming in your mouth! Just like that, baby. Use your tongue." I watched in utter amazement as Jason struggled to open his mouth even wider so that he could use his tongue. When I saw Jason manage to get his tongue out, even with that fat cock in his mouth, and massage the underside of Ryan's dick with his tongue, I almost came in my pants. I instantly whipped out my dick and crouched on the floor, watching as these two went at it. "This is fucking hot," I whispered as I sat at the keyhole. Ryan stood there, with his shirt still on, and his thick ass rocking back and forth fucking Ryan in the face. "Choke on it," he said. "Choke on it, bitch." Jason gagged a few times but as hard as Ryan fucked his face he managed to keep the cock in his mouth and keep up with the face-fucking. I could see the precum leak out of his mouth and drip down his chin. "Fuck," said Ryan, "I'm gonna cum soon and you're gonna swallow every last drop!" Jason gripped Ryan's beefy ass and shoved his cock all the way in. "Fuck!" said Ryan, working up a faster rhythm. "Keep doing that, baby. I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Here I come! Ah! AAAHHHHHH!" Ryan's body tensed and spasmed as he unleashed his load in Jason's mouth. His hands gripped Jason's blond hair and wouldn't let go. "Oh fuck!" he yelled. Jason gagged as he tried to take all the cum down, but he was a trooper and he managed to swallow all of it, every last drop. Ryan's cumshot seemed to last forever. Seeing that short but powerful powerful body cum for a minute or more got me hotter than I realized; I didn't blink and before I knew it, the throbbing cock that I held in my hands started to cum too. "Shit!" I whispered, "I can't believe I'm cumming already!" My cum shot up and made an arc in the air, landing on the door. "Oh shit," I said, and laughed. Shot after shot of cum pumped out of my eleven inch dick and hit the door. I tossed my head back in ecstasy as the cum came out, closing my eyes for a minute. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. "Brady?" I heard someone ask. "Dude, where the fuck are you?" "Oh shit," I whispered again, and I pulled my pants up. I heard the sound of Rusty pushing the door into his bedroom open and so I flushed the toilet and ran out of the bathroom, leaving the cum dripping down the door. Rusty and I sat and watched "The Saucy Succubus of Gomorrah" together on his bed. First we were sitting up next to each other, but as the night went on, we soon found ourselves lying down, with only a limp pillow separating us. We had fun like that and finished off the chicken with broccoli and lo mein that Rusty brought pretty quickly. As the movie reached its final scenes, I noticed thast Rusty had become really quiet, but I figured that he was just paying close attention as the lights were off and I couldn't see him very well. "Leave ye servant of Lucifer!" said a man in a drab blue cloak on the television screen, clutching the arm of his wife. "We do not want your kind here, ye demon!" "What exactly are you so angry about?" asked the succubus, hand on hip. "Ye drained all six of my brothers ye demon of Lucifer!" "Yeah... and?" "And?" asked the man. "Isn't that enough?" "I know this is the Old Testament and all, but you guys are really boring." The succubus said this with a sneer. "I mean, have you been to Babylon? Six brothers in one night is nothing, let me tell you." "What?" the man asked as he and his wife tossed baffled looks at one another. "I have to say, I really thought Sodom and Gomorrah would be more exciting," said the succubus, voice dripping with dissatisfaction. "What happened? You guys are just a bunch of poorly-dressed prudes." The succubus shrugged. "It's cool. I hear Egypt is the place to be this time of year anyway. See you next summer!" "That was kinda lame," I said, looking over at Rusty as the end credits began to roll. He was completely knocked out with his head resting on my shoulder. I nudged him awake. "Dude, you missed the ending." "What?" asked Rusty, rubbing his eyes. "What I miss? Was it good?" "Eh. It was alright. The ending was kinda stupid." "That blows," said Rusty. "I was hoping this would be a good one, too. Sorry, dude. Maybe we should have watched 'Erin Brockovich'." I sat up in the bed. "I have to tell you something," I began. "I wasn't going to tell you, man, but I figured, whatever. Fuck it. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I heard some of your frat brothers gettin' busy next door." "What?" asked Rusty. "Actually, I'm positive because I watched it from the bathroom. That dude Jason sucked off this other dude Ryan because he banged up his car and Ryan was really pissed. Ryan drained his dick in Jason's mouth, dude. It was insane." "Yeah, they do that sometimes," said Rusty. "I think Jason fucks up Ryan's car on purpose so he can suck his dick." "Um... what kind of fraternity is this?" "It's the best show in town, my friend," said Rusty. "So kick off your boots, sit back, and enjoy the ride." "You sound like the succubus." "What?" asked Rusty. "Nevermind." "Alright," said Rusty, with a laugh. He was much more chipper now that he was out of the hospital. "Wait?" he asked. "Did you say you watched the blowjob from the bathroom?" "Yup." "You must be pretty randy then." I laughed. "Yeah, I was, but I actually shot off a giant load on your bathroom door. Randy?" Rusty shrugged. "Do you think you have another load in you?" "Dude, it's been about an hour and a half," I replied. "That's all I need, bro." Rusty smiled and nodded. He peeled off his shirt, slowly removing the fabric of his t-shirt from his chest and arms. All I could say as I watched was, "Damn." The dark-haired quarterback revealed a set of thick meaty pecs with big pink nipples and a trail of hair in the middle of his chest. All I could think of at that minute was cumming on this dude's chest and my dick instantly became hard again, for at least the third time today. Rusty pulled me toward him with his big arms and began kissing my neck greedily. After thirty seconds of that, I broke free from his bearhug and began to take off my clothes. I saw Rusty lick his lips in satisfaction as I took off my shirt, my pants, and my boxers. My eleven inch cock was throbbing again and there was one pearl of precum hanging right off of the piss slit of my dick. "That's a nice fucking dick," said Rusty crawling towards me on the bed. In a flash, he was bending over and taken my dick into his mouth. "Oh my fucking god," I said. Rusty spit out my dick for a moment and asked: "You like that?" "I love it," I said, tossing my head back in pleasure. Rusty, on all fours, licked the underside of my dick and took first one ball and then another into his mouth. "That feels so good," I said. Rusty took my cock back into his mouth and I kept my hands on his head, massaging his hair. "That feels so good, Rusty," I said. "Mmmm," Rusty moaned as he gradually took my dick deeper and deeper into his mouth. "I love it," I said. Just the sight of this big jock, the biggest stud on campus, going down on all fours and sucking my dick almost sent me over the edge. I felt like I was going to cum, but I didn't want to shoot too soon so I closed my eyes. Rusty manuevered his tongue out of his mouth and managed to lick the underside of my dick as I shoved my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, just like Jason had done for Ryan next door. I rubbed Rusty's arms and back, feeling every striation of his deltoids, biceps, and traps. As I rubbed him like that, Rusty moaned louder and looked up at me with those big blue eyes. "Shit, I'm gonna cum soon," I said. Rusty sat up on the bed and said, "Dude, don't cum yet." "If you think you're goona fuck me, dude, you're out of your mind," I said. "Alright, you can fuck ME then," Rusty said. He turned around and placed his body face down on the bed, his arms splayed out above his head. It was the most incredible sight imaginable: this big beefy quarterback face down on the bed with his meaty ass sticking straight up in the air. His arms were flexed above his head and I could see every curve of the muscles of his arms and upper back. I seriously thought I was going to have a heart attack; my heart was pounding at the amazing sight in front of me. I leaned down on top of Rusty and rubbed my chest along his back. "That's hot, Brady," Rusty said. I dry humped him for a little while, rubbing my throbbing dick up and down the cleft of his ass. Rusty moved his ass cheeks back and forth under my dick. "Fuck me," Rusty said. "Dude, fuck me now. Please." I put a condom on my dick and slapped my dick on Rusty's ass a few times to make it even harder. I warned him before I pushed it in: "I'm pushing in, buddy." "Okay, Brady." I positioned myself over Rusty's thick quarterback ass, with the head of my dick angled right in front of Rusty's pink hole. As massive as this football player was (he had an inch or two on me in height and was a good thirty pounds heavier), his hole looked really tight. I knew this was going to be an experience I would never forget. As I pushed my cock into his ass, Rusty took in a quick breath and pushed out so I could slide my dick in. His hole was even tighter than I imagined and it took me a good few minutes to get my dick most of the way in. I felt like his ass was choking my dick, but it felt so good. I leaned my body down on Rusty's back and wrapped my arms around him, bearhugging him as I worked my thrusts into a regular rhythm. "You like that?" I asked, kissing the back of Rusty's neck. Rusty turned his face to the side and said: "I love it." Who knew this awesome jock would be able to take my dick like that? Rusty moaned as I fucked him and backed up his beefy ass on my dick. I rubbed my hand up and down Rusty's pecs and squeezed his nipples from behind. I moved my fingers up and down his tight abs. I pushed my cock as deep as it could go and I reached around and jerked off Rusty's dick. Rusty backed up harder on my thick cock and I continued to jerk his dick from behind, working my jerks into a continuous motion. The quarterback loved the reach-around and he said, "Brady, I'm cumming!" Rusty pushed his body up onto all fours and jerked the thick white cum out of his dick. "Ah!" he yelled. "Fuck!" "Dude, they're gonna hear you next door," I said. "I don't care! AHHHH!" I continued to fuck Rusty hard as he came, massaging his prostate with my cock and helping him to get all the cum out. After he was done cumming, Rusty let out a long and satisfied sigh. I pulled my dick out of Rusty's ass and he turned around and kissed me. I pulled off the condom and tossed it over to the garbage can. "I'm gonna cum, Rusty," I said. "Cum on my face," said the quarterback. Rusty was laying flat on his back at this point and I crawled over to the head of the bed and began jerking my dick over his face. Rusty had his eyes shut tight, but he had a big smile on his face. He obviously did not want any cum in his eye. "Rusty, you're so fucking hot," I said, as I tightly squeezed my dick over that pretty boy face, taking in every curve of that strong jawline and chin. "Shit, I'm cumming!" The first shot of cum spurted out of my dick and landed on Rusty's lips. Several shots followed that first one and my body spasmed in the pleasure of release. A few shots of my thick cum landed in Rusty's short hair, and for some reason, seeing the cum in this hot jock's hair just looked so hot. When I was done, I said, "I'm done," and Rusty opened his eyes. We smiled at each other and laughed. I bent down and licked my own cum off of Rusty's face and kissed him. I hugged Rusty and he laughed. "Dude, that was amazing," he said. "What the fuck?" we heard a voice say. "Holy shit," said another voice Rusty and I both looked up and saw that the bathroom door was open and two guys stood in the doorway. It was Jason and Ryan, the hot fratboys from next door! TO BE CONTINUED [Usual disclaimer: this story is entirely fictional although inspired by real people. I am open to feedback so you can e-mail me or visit my blog. Thanks Graeme for the suggestions! Take it easy, guys!] COPYRIGHT 2011