Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 17:09:41 EDT
From: Keithmedia997@aol.com
Subject: WWE: Locker Room Lust part 3 (M/M, oral, anal, rimming)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I affiliated with any of
the below mentioned in this story. This is just a work of fiction and
fantasy, the characters involve belong to the WWE and all related
copyrighted entities. This is also not to imply the sexual preference of
any of the characters in the story.

This story takes place six weeks after Locker Room Lust part 2.

Randy Orton's flight had just arrived to St. Louis, Missouri. He was glad
that the WWE would be putting on a RAW in his hometown. He was anxious to
get in the ring and win. He found that he had an attraction to John Cena
off his mind, who sat with Shane McMahon.

"He's cute", Randy thought to himself. Randy then went over to the baggage
claim and picked up his bag. There was no doubt in Randy's mind that Shane
and John were together. Randy knew that Shane drug around his current beau
with him to almost every WWE venue.

Randy thought about the two lovers on his limo ride to his home. He was
happy to be home and he didn't have to be in a hotel room. He was wearing a
white dress shirt, a pair of tight jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes. He
laid down on his couch and dozed off. He was awoken by a ringing cell
phone.

He grabbed his phone from his top pocket, "Hello?"

No answer. He noticed the ringing still persisting. He looked down, it
seemed as if the bag he picked up from the overhead compartment had a cell
phone in it. It instantly struck him that the overnight bag wasn't his. He
and John Cena shared the same overhead and they must have had the same kind
of bag. He unzipped the bag and hit the "speaker" button. He then heard the
voice box memo: "Hey, it's John, I'm not available. Yo, leave me a message
and I'll get back to you...ASAP."

He then heard Shane's voice on the speaker, "hey John, I'm gonna be out for
a while, so don't wait up." Shane hung up. Randy put down the phone and
decided to look through the rest of the bag. He saw the usual stuff:
toothbrush, comb, hair gel, deodorant, and then he stumbled across
something that got him horny. Tucked away under a few t-shirts was pair of
briefs that must have belonged to Cena.

He pulled them out and stretched the elastic band. He brought the fabric
close to his face and inhaled. From the way it smelled, John must have
already worn them. The smell was masculine and sexy. When his nose
recognized the sensual aroma, he started to get aroused. He grabbed himself
in his arousal. Just as he was about to masturbate, John's cell phone rang
again. Randy put down the underwear and picked up the phone, this time he
answered.

"Hello."

"Hello? Randy Orton, you got my bag, dawg?"

"Uh, yeah, I must have grabbed yours by mistake."

"It's all good, I got yours too."

"Want me to come there and give you yours?"

"Nah, I just rented a car because I thought I had to go back to the
airport, but now that you have it, I can come to your place, you're at
home, right?"

"Yeah, but I can drive up, it's not a problem."

"Naw, naw, I insist, just give me the directions."

"Well, okay," Randy said reluctantly as he gave Cena the directions to his
house.

Randy went to his bedroom and removed his dress shirt and his tennis
shoes. He put on a white tank top instead. The tank top really displayed
Randy's broad shoulders and great set of pecs. After brushing his teeth, he
looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and squeezed his nipples. He
flexed and posed, then gave himself a smile.

He got back to the living room and turned on the television. He watched
ESPN until he heard a car roar into his driveway. He turned off the TV and
walked over to the front door. He waited until Cena knocked before opening.

When Randy opened the door, he found Cena to be incredibly sexy. Cena stood
6'1'', he was wearing a low hanging khaki pants with a Boston Celtics
jersey, he was holding Randy's bag in his hand.

Randy stared for a moment before speaking, "what's up?"

"Not much," he replied.

"Come on in," Randy invited.

Cena followed behind him into the living room. Randy grabbed Cena's bag and
handed it to him.

"I'm just wondering, did you look through it?" Cena asked.

"Uh, to be honest..." Randy was thinking of a lie, "yeah, I did...to get
the cell phone, remember? When you called?"

"You sure that's all?" Cena said suspicious of Randy.

"Yeah, sure," Randy said.

Cena sighed and looked at Randy directly in the eye, "then what are these
doing right here?" he said pointing at the pair of underwear.

"Oh shit, sorry, I was just curious," Randy said nervously. His heartbeat
sped up and he took a few steps back.

Cena slowly approached Randy and placed his hand on Randy's shoulder. Randy
looked down and then back up. Cena smiled, Randy took this as an invite.

There was a flash of light and thunder crashed outside. Randy leaned in and
planted a kiss on Cena's lips. The two passionately kissed, their tongues
touching, their hands wondering all over their bodies. There was no need
for words, this was right. Cena needed to get his mind off of Shane's
atrocious behavior and needed a real man. He thought he could find one in
Randy Orton.

The two continued their long, hot kissed. Their tongue's lapping on top of
each other's mouths. They both mutually broke their breathtaking kiss.

"You suck dick?" he asked Cena.

Cena didn't verbally respond, he just gave him an even wider smile and
rubbed down Randy's chest. He felt his rock-hard abs and smooth belly. Not
a hair on it anywhere. Cena put both hand's into Randy's pants further
tantalizing Randy. Randy moved over to the couch and sat down.

Randy gave a pleasured sigh. He dipped his head back as he let Cena's hands
roam all over his body. He closed his eyes and heard his zipper being
unzipped. His pants and underwear dropped to the floor. Cena rubbed his
toned thighs and stuck his semi-hard dick in his mouth. He lightly sucked
on the tip and playfully tickled his balls. Randy sat back and relaxed
while Cena starting sucking his dick.

Cena kept sucking as his prick hardened in his mouth. Cena was on his knees
with a mouthful of cock. He ignored his own eight inch cock stirring in his
pants and fully concentrated on sucking Randy.

Randy took short breaths as Cena sucked him off. Randy gasped as Cena took
his now fully erect nine-inch cock down his throat in one quick
swoop. Randy moaned loudly, he gripped Cena's shoulders as he went all the
way down, then all the way back up. Randy could hear the slurping sounds
that Cena was making, his cock was so wet and it felt oh so good.

Randy slightly pushed Cena's mouth off of his cock and let Cena lick the
shaft. A slight shudder came over Randy at how good this felt. He moaned
more.

Cena then lifted up Randy's legs over his shoulders and stuck his warm
tongue in the crack of Randy's beautiful ass. Randy held in the delighted
moan he wanted to let out. His body was now pulsating and sweating.

"Oh...Fuck..." is all Randy could manage to get out.

Cena continued to slurp Randy's tight butthole while jacking his thick
cock. Randy clutched Cena's shoulder even harder. The volume of his moans
increased.

Cena took his mouth off of Randy long enough to tell him, "I want you in my
ass -- now."

Cena stripped all of his clothes off and placed both knees in the seat of
the couch, "Fuck me now, man, I want it."

Randy stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow, "Can't we take this into
my bedroom?" he said giving the boy a desire-filled smirk.

Randy extended his hand and he and Cena walked to his bedroom. When they
got there, Cena lied down on the bed and spread both of his legs apart. His
curvaceous butt cheeks in the air. Randy peeled off his tank top and jumped
on the bed.

He spread Cena's cheeks exposing his wonderful hole. He licked his middle
finger and slowly inserted it in. Cena breathed in deep as he was trying to
get used to it.

Cena kept grinding his butt back in Randy's face, "come on man, gimme that
dick."

Randy knew now that Cena was ready to be fucked. "I hope you like it doggy
style," Randy said smacking Cena's cheeks hard.

Cena stuck his cheeks up high in the air. Randy positioned himself behind
him and lubed up the tip of his cock with his own saliva. He rhythmically
grinded his cock up and down Cena's crack. He also took hold of Cena's cock
and began stroking it at the same pace of his grinding.

"Ugh...OH...Stick it in man, go ahead and stick it in my ass!" Cena yelled.

And with that, Randy shoved all of his cock in Cena's ass.

"HOLY SHIT! Oh Randy! That feels SO good!" he yelled at the top of his
lungs.

Randy couldn't hold back any longer, he grabbed both of Cena's shoulders
and watched as his entire dick went into Cena's ass.

"RANDY! Oh baby...like that! HARDER! FASTER!" he continued.

Randy didn't hold back, he took in fast breaths as he pumped Cena's ass
with a vengeance. He furiously banged Cena's now relaxed hole and let out
some grunts of his own.

"Yeah, take my cock! Take if from Randy!"

"Faster, faster, FASTER!" Cena bellowed.

"You got it fucker!" Randy shouted as he starting giving Cena rapid pumps
to his hole.

Randy pumped harder and harder increasing his speed. Cena heatedly squealed
as he shot his man juice all over Randy's hand and bed. Randy took his now
cum covered hand and licked off Cena's spunk.

This drove Randy over the edge and he pulled his cock out of Cena's ass.

"Turn over and open up," he commanded.

Cena got down off his haunches and rolled over on his back. His asshole was
still sore and now a dark pink from the tough fucking.

"Gimme your cum...shoot it all down my throat!" Cena wanted Randy's seed
now.

"Oh fuuuuck...I'm cumming!!" Randy said as his cock exploded in Cena's
mouth.

Cena felt cum hit his tongue and the back of his throat. He sucked all the
cum that lingered at Randy's piss slit.

Randy collapsed on the bed beside Cena. Cena leaned over and the two shared
a lengthy, intimate kissed. Randy tasted his juices in Cena's mouth, but
didn't mind it, he loved kissing Cena.

They fell into a deep slumber. Randy lovingly held Cena close to him
throughout the night. Cena slept in Randy's arm as the storm raged on
outside. The only thing that mattered was that he was in Randy's arms and
not Shane's.

...to be continued.