Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 02:29:38 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack Chapter 9 Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 9 I looked over at Rusty and he was grinning ear to ear. He did not appear to be overly surprised to see Jason and Ryan, the hot frat dudes next door, standing in his bedroom. I, on the other hand, was ready to pull up my pants, and haul my tail out of there. "Don't you guys knock?" asked Rusty, looking over at the two guys. The smile never left his face. "Seriously, Rusty?" asked Jason, Rusty's ripped blond neighbor in the frat house. "If you didn't want us to come in you probably should of locked the door." "It's 1 in the morning, Jason." "Yeah, and you're still up and fucking in the room next door to mine," said Jason. It looked like Chi Omega Chi (Kappa Chapter), Rusty's frat, deserved its reputation for partying and sex. Who knew the frat boys were having sex with each other? "I guess that's true," Rusty agreed. "Who's this guy?" asked Ryan, pointing at me, sizin me up. "Dude, I'm just gonna go," I said, shaking my head. "This is getting too weird." "What's weird about it, bro?" asked Ryan, walking towards me. This dark-haired dude was pretty huge. I had a few inches on him in height at 6'2, but his biceps were larger than my head with big veins down the front, and the dark hair on his chest was getting me riled up again, even though I had just finished cumming. Seriously, this guy looked too old to be in college: he looked like a complete adult man, kind of like a coach for one of the school's teams, but I wasn't going to complain. Ryan was not wearing a shirt and he pulled down his shorts. He stood in front of me buck naked, his fat cock slowly growing in size. Before I knew it, he was putting his arms around me and pulling me in toward him. He kissed me, a rough hungry kiss, and before I knew it, my cock was hard as a rock again. Ryan reached down and grabbed my dick, "It looks like your little friend wants me to stay," he said. "What's your name?" "His name or my name?" I asked, looking down at my dick. "Yours, bro. Did you really name your dick?" "I'm Brady and he's Junior." I reached for Ryan's dick and rubbed it against mine. Ryan was already precumming and I got it all over my fingers and on my dick. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason walk over to Rusty and drop to his knees. Rusty's dick was hard too and he slapped his dick on Jason's face to make it harder. I turned around and saw that greedy bitch Jason open his mouth and take Rusty's huge dick in his mouth. "Hey," said Ryan, snapping his fingers by my ear. "Back over here." "What?" I asked. "What do I have to do to get your attention?" he asked. "Wait. Dude, I have an idea," and Ryan slowly got down on his knees, looking up at me and licking his lips. "Where do I know you from?" he asked. "Are you on the baseball team?" "No," I replied. "I played hockey before I came here, but there's no hockey team in this school. I'm from Colorado." "Dude, I love hockey," said Ryan, and before I could say a word this jock had opened his mouth and was taking my dick into it. Within moment, he had taken my dick all the way down. Before long I was precumming in his mouth. "Oh my god," I said, and moaned. Ryan took a break from sucking my cock to say, "I got your attention now, huh?" "Yup." "My brother used to play hockey," said Ryan, and then he started licking the head of my cock and the underside of my shaft. He rubbed my dick on his face and I felt the stubble from his chin on my dick: I almost came right there. "I'm gonna cum soon," I said. "Oh my fucking god, you're making me so hot." "Dude, not yet," said Ryan. "We can't cum before those too," and we both turned to watch Jason who was really getting down on Rusty's dick. I have to say, this Ryan dude was pretty hot and he was doing a good job deep-throating my dick, but Rusty looked so hot there standing up and getting his dick sucked that I wanted to walk back over there and fuck him again. Rusty was, at 6'3 and almost 240 lbs, one of the biggest jocks on campus and without question the guy that every girl wanted to fuck. He looked like Clark Kent without the glasses and the bumbling mannerisms: dark hair and steely blue eyes. Rusty was more on th beefy side than shredded, but hell, he was pulling that look off well. "Fuck me," said Jason to Rusty and they walked over to the bed where, not long ago, I had fucked Rusty. When I took a moment to think about it, it was almost mindboggling. "God, what the fuck is going on right now?" I thought to myself. Sometimes I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone and some guy was narrating events as my life was playing out in black and white on a television. Other days, I felt like I went to sleep and woke up in a seventies porno where all the guys are always horny and no one ever runs out of cum. Not really sure why I'm complaining... "Dude," said Ryan, snapping his fingers again. "I'm starting to take this personally." "Sorry, Ryan," I said. "I just don't know what the fuck is going on right now." "Yeah, you look overwhelmed. Don't worry about it, man. Just stand there, relax, and I'll take care of that dick for you. Goddamn, that's a big fucking dick!" Ryan reached up and started to jerk my cock with a slow and tight motion of his hand. Then, he picked up the pace a little bit and, before long, he was jerking my cock as fast as he could. He put his lips on my dick and continued to use his hand to jerk my cock, but now he was jering my dick in his mouth. "Mmmm," he moaned. "Shit," I said. "Holy shit, Ryan. Slow down." But Ryan did not slow down; this dude continued to jerk my cock into his mouth, massaging the head of my dick with his lips. I saw that Ryan had reached down and begun jerking his own fat dick as he sucked mine. I could see that, as tough as this guy looked, all night he had been looking forward to sucking on a big fat dick, and that's when I had come along. Ryan's eyes were closed and he was moaning like a whore as he deep-throated my dick. The sight of this thick dude deep-throating my as fast as he could, fisting his own dick with one hand, and intermittently jerking my dick in his mouth in the other was enough to send me over the edge. "Shit, Ryan," I said, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Ryan did not slow down or stop. "Oh my fucking god!" I yelled and I started cumming in Ryan's mouth. His hand continued furiously jerking my dick and he sat there, on his knees, with his mouth open. The cum shot out of my dick and landed on his tongue and some more cum shot down the back of his throat. After the first few shots came out, Ryan put my cock back in his mouth and began sucking as hard as he could, trying to get the rest of the cum down his throat. It was a little surprising seeing this hot jock swallow my cum like a pro, but it felt oh so good. "Whooh," I said. "Fuck, man. I think I'm done." I gave Ryan a grateful pat on the head, tussling around his hair a little bit. "Dude, there's more room on the bed," said Rusty, continuing to fuck Jason. I spent a few seconds watching Rusty's hot ass move back and forth as he plowed the blond frat boy. Ryan stood up and grabbed my arm, walking me over to the bed. "Let's go, man," he said. I followed him, shaking my head the whole time. Suddenly, I pictured Nick and I thought: "I can't do this. Fuck! I wanna be with Nick!" "I can't do this," I told Ryan. "I'm sorry, man, it's nothing against you, but I have someone else I'm trying to work things out with." "Um...that didn't stop you from fucking Rusty a little while ago," said Ryan. That was a good point. "Yeah, but... I don't know." God, give me a sign, I was thinking at that moment. I knew that all I wanted was to be with Nick but he was completely ignoring me. "Dude, it's not like I'm tattooing my name on your chest. We're just havin' fun." I shrugged and followed Ryan to the bed. I did not have enough cum in me for another full round, but I figured that Ryan was right. It was not like we were doing anything too serious. Besides, where the fuck was Nick anyway? Ryan crawled onto the bed next to Jason and I joined him there. Suddenly, I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye and heard a beep. Instantly, I recognized the beep as coming from my phone and I new I had gotten a text. I jumped up out of the bed and ran naked over to the table where my phone sat. For some reason, my heart was racing and I opened the message. It read: "SORRY" and it was from Nick. Fuck, I had not heard from Nick in weeks. I immediately went to the contacts in my phone and dialed him up. "Brady," I heard a deep voice answer on the other end, after a few rings, and my world came crashing to a halt. I had not spoken to Nick in more than three weeks and instantly, at that moment, I was taken back to the moment I first saw him walking up to the Kamikaze Shack: wrestler, 5'8, big brown eyes, tight and buff body under his clothes. For me, Nick was the first and the best and all these other guys were just posers. "Nick," I said, breathing heavy like a maniac. "Dude, where the fuck have you been? I don't even know how many times I called you." "Man, I'm sorry," Nick said. "I just... I don't know. Things were heating up and that thing that went down with Rick... it was just ridiculous. It weirded me out. You get me? I'm just being honest with you, man. I'm really sorry. You know how I feel about you, Brady." "No, I don't, Nick," I said. I walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. I was not going to have this conversation with Nick in front of three frat boys. "Nick, what the fuck? By now I was pretty sure you didn't give a shit about me. Do you have any idea how I feel about you? Shit, Nick. There's no way you feel the same way about me as I do about you." "I do. Brady, I do. Sometimes I just need space. What the fuck is so wrong with that?" "Dude, you ignored me for three weeks," I said. "How do you expect me to feel? Fuck. I'm hurt. How the fuck should I feel?" "Brady, I don't want you to feel hurt," Nick said. "Oh, man. I really screwed up. You're pretty pissed, huh?" "Do you even realize what you did?" I asked him. "Don't be mad at me, Brady." You should have heard Nick's voice on the phone. I was hurt, but my heart melted with those words. Yeah, that's pretty gay, but guess what, you're not reading "Going Rogue" by Sarah Palin. There was no way I could stay mad at Nick, it was just impossible. "Nick," I said. "Do you even know how I feel? You're the first thing I think about when I get up in the morning. Do you get that?" "I do," Nick answered. "Brady, I'm so sorry. My feelings for you are pretty strong. Don't doubt that." "Nick, you can't do that to me again." "How can I make it up to you, man?" "Come over," I said. I had to admit, even as I said it, I realized that I sounded like a little kid. "I mean, come over to my place. Nothing weird, no threesomes and shit. I just want you to spend the night. I miss you, man." "I miss you too, man," he said. "Alright. I'll come over." We both hung up soon after that and I walked out of the bathroom and told the guys, straight up: "I have to leave. I'm sorry." "What?" asked Ryan, still lying on his back in bed. "Dude, I haven't gotten off yet!" "Bro, you got off with Jason like an hour ago." "I know, but I haven't gotten off with you!" "Sorry, Ryan," I said, shaking my head. "I'm really sorry, but I'm out." "Brady, who was that?" asked Rusty, briefly pausing in his rampage of Jason's ass. Seriously, Rusty was impaling this kid. "A friend," I said, quickly putting on my clothes. "It's a long story. Sorry, guys," I said, and I ran out of Rusty's room. Nick showed up at my place only about fifteen minutes after I got home. "Brady, it's really late," he said as he walked in to my apartment. I had left my door unlocked for him and texted him to just come in when he got here. "I know," I replied, looking at him and taking in every inch of the sight in front me. After watching him for a few seconds, I ran over to him and gave him the biggest hug I could. I felt happier at the moment then I had felt in a long time and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. Nick took off his jacket and he looked better than ever. This little wrestler was right in the middle of his wrestling season and so his weight was lower than the last time I saw him, but every inch of him was shredded. I spent a few momenta looking at his face and he was just as chiseled and tanned as I remembered him, in fact, he was even more handsome then the last time that we had been together. "You're amazing," I said. We walked over to the bed and we both jumped in. "I'm so tired," Nick said. "You have no idea, man." "I can tell just looking at you," I said. We both took off our clothes and tossed them to the other side of the room, leaving us laying in bed in just our underwear. "Nick, what did you bring?" I asked, looking over at the plastic bag that Nick had brought in with him and left by the door. "I brought a DVD," said Nick, "but we're both too tired to watch it, so fuck it." "No, dude," I said. "Let's put it in." I ran to the bag and took the DVD out. "Bodacious Banshees Bombard Belfast! I really wanted to see that, Nick. I'm gonna put it in." I put the movie in the DVD player and hopped back in the bed, laying down beside Nick. I put my arm around him and he moved closer to me, resting his head against my chest. After all that Nick and I had been through, and all those weeks that we had not spoken, nothing felt better than to have my wrestler in my arms. In spite of all the sex I had had in the last twenty-four hours, my cock was hard again, but I had some important business to discuss so I told Junior to calm down and did not act on the urges that were stirring up again. "Nick," I said. "I have something to ask you." "What, Brady?" Nick asked, looking up at me. "What is it, man?" "I don't know if you got my message, but school let's out next week and my parents invited you to come with me for our family ski trip. I know it's kinda weird, but I told them about you, and--" "You told your parents about me?" "No, not like that. I just meant that I told my parents that you were my best friend, I mean, after Trish I guess, and they said that you should come and stay with us over Winter Break. My family is kinda lame, I mean, we're just a regular family, but my Mom is really nice and it won't be weird. Have you been skiing before? Dude, you would love it and we could share a room in my family's vacation house. And I can get some of my buds together and you can watch me play hockey. It would mean the world to me if you came out." Nick didn't say anything at first and he didn't look at me. "Shit," I thought to myself. "Too soon." God, I always fuck things up. "That sounds great," Nick said, turning his head and looking up into my eyes. At that moment, I knew that after all that had happened, I loved him. It was the same look that he had given me the instant when he walked up to the Kamikaze Shack all those months ago, and it was a look that made me feel like someone in the world thought I was a million bucks and was willing to put all the crazy shit that had happened in the past. I hugged Nick closer to me and, even though I was still horny, Nick fell asleep in my arms and I fell asleep not long after that, knowing that this Winter Break was going to be the best ever because Nick would be there, with me. TO BE CONTINUED [Usual disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, although inspired by real people. All feedback is welcome, including the mildly irritating emails about typos. Just kidding. You guys can e-mail me at the address above or visit my blog: http://robotsinmasquerade.blogspot.com/ Take it easy, guys, and thanks for the support.] COPYRIGHT 2011