Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 17:39:42 +1000 (EST)
From: Jason Smith <ross_fan@yahoo.com>
Subject: On The Road

This story is totally fictional and I don't own any of the copyrights
mentioned in this story, nor does it reflect the true sexual preferences of
those involved.  Feel free to email requests or feedback to
ross_fan@yahoo.com.


It got lonely on the road in the WWE. Having a serious relationship with
another star was near impossible with so much temptation on both sides of
the locker room. Just ask Matt Hardy. Right now, the only serious
relationship in the WWE was CM Punk and Maria. However, months of being
apart meant the relationship was on the rocks. Both were lonely, both
needed companionship, and more importantly, both needed sex. Luckily for
them, they were in the WWE, where there was a steady supply of the
latter. Unbeknownst to both Punk and Maria, however, was that they were
both about to satisfy their needs at the exact same time, albeit a few
states away.



Of course, it got even lonelier off the road in the WWE. Randy Orton got
laid twice a night when he was on the road, thanks to the plentiful supply
of easy lays. He didn't consider casual sex something you should work hard
to get. Especially for him. Orton was an arrogant, egomaniacal jock, but
for good reason. His Adonis-like body, nine-inch cock and perfect ass were
irresistible to men and women alike. He literally had his pick, in every
town, in every club, in every room. Just tonight, as he sat at a crowded
bar in Philadelphia, he had gotten offers from four girls, a set of twins
(!!), and even a no-strings-attached blowjob offer while he was in the
bathrooms, from a guy who then went back to his girlfriend! But Orton
didn't say yes to any of them. Because the one thing he wanted was the lone
frat boy at the other end of the bar, and he had just stood up to leave.

He was lean, boyish and tanned. Basically the definition of a hot frat boy,
wearing jeans and a grey football shirt. And all night, he had been
glancing over at Randy, his deep brown eyes running over Orton's
body. Obviously, he thought Randy didn't notice. How wrong he was. As the
boy left, Orton threw down a $50 to settle his tab, then followed suit. He
pushed the heavy door open and scanned for his target in the carpark. It
only took him a few seconds -- his frat boy obsession was leaning against
his car, speaking on the phone. Orton advanced, catching the boy's
attention.

`I'll call you back,' he said, folding his cell phone. His eyes didn't
leave Randy's.

`What's up, man,' Orton said. His deep voice almost boomed. The boy was
obviously nervous.

`Nothin' much dude, just about to head home,' the boy replied.

`My name's Randy,' Orton said, extending his hand. The boy shook it.

`Chad.'

`Nice to meet you, Chad,' Randy replied. `Do you watch the WWE?'

`Yeah.. Yeah, I do,' Chad stammered in reply.

`It's cool, you don't have to be nervous, I saw you checking me out,' Randy
said. Chad immediately relinquished his grip on Randy's hand.

`What, I wasn't...'

Randy leaned closer, until Chad could literally feel the heat radiate from
his mouth as he spoke.

`So how about you fuck your plans, and you come back to my hotel?' Randy
whispered, his warm breath brushing against Chad's ear. That was followed
by Randy's hands on his waist. They were huge, and Chad could feel his
strength. Randy's fingers felt cold as they pushed under Chad's belt,
tugging at the waist of his jeans.

`I.. I don't know,' Chad replied. Randy was shocked, and it showed. He
wasn't used to people turning him down. In fact, he wasn't used to ever
being in a position to be turned down.

`Listen,' Orton said, fishing in his pocket. He pulled out a hotel room
card. `If you ever make up your mind, you'll need this. And trust me, I'll
make it worth your while,' he added, pushing his massive body against
Chad's, then sliding the room card into Chad's back pocket.



Right now, Maria was in an elevator in a hotel in San Diego, along with
Smackdown superstar Shane `Gregory' Helms. And it had just stopped.

`Fuck,' Shane said.

`Well, this is good,' said Maria, sarcastically. They spent the next few
minutes looking for a way out, banging on the door, hitting every
button. Eventually, Shane got through on the emergency phone.

`Right, thanks ma'am,' he said, hanging up the phone. He turned to
Maria. `It's going to be another hour,'.

`Fuck,' said the diva. Over the next ten minutes, the two talked about
everything. Maria was amazed at how much they had in common.

`So, how are you and Punk?' asked Shane.

`We've been better,' Maria replied. Before she could speak, she was
interrupted by mechanical noises above her. Both Shane and Maria stood, and
just as they did, the elevator shook, sending them crashing into each
other. Luckily, Shane was a wrestler, and took the fall perfectly.

`Sorry!' a voice yelled from above.

`Thanks, man!' replied Greg. He turned his head, and saw Maria's
face. Their eyes locked. Heat poured from their bodies, thanks to the
minimal ventilation. `It's...' he started to speak, hoping to break the
tension. Maria, however, had other plans. She dropped her lips on his,
while her hands went straight for Helms' cock.

`Fuck Punk,' Maria said, sitting up and tearing off her shirt, revealing
the finest pair of breasts Helms had seen in a long time, encased in a red
bra. Helms was wearing a dress shirt and black slacks. Maria leaned back
down and the two kissed again. Helms hands squeezed Maria's ass, while
Maria's hands wasted no time, jacking Helms off through his underwear. She
hadn't been laid in a fortnight, and she had no time for foreplay. Helms'
muffled moans filled the elevator, and they only increased when Maria slid
herself down Helms body, pulled out his dick through the fly of his pants,
then took it in her mouth. Her soft, full lips and wet tongue soon brought
Helm's seven-incher to its full glory. As she sucked him, Helms sat up, and
ran his hand down Maria's back, down her mini-skirt, past her panties and
into her wet snatch.

`Fuck me..' Maria moaned, as Helms slid a third finger inside. He didn't
need to be asked twice. Maria stood, leaning on the mirrored wall of the
elevator. Helms, still wearing his shirt and pants, stood too, then slid
his hard cock inside her. Maria screamed his name, her fingers clawing into
his back. Helms pumped in and out of his conquest. `Fuck Punk,' he thought
to himself.



Of course, his girlfriend's trechery was the last thing on CM Punk's
mind. He was in the locker room of a small sports centre in New Jersey,
watching Kelly Kelly undress. In a purely harmless way of course. The show
had finished not long ago, and the rest of the stars had moved on to the
next town. Kelly and Punk, however, were flying back to Ohio for an OVW
taping, meaning they had the night, and next day off. Conveniently, it
meant they were the only two people in the locker room.

Punk had lusted after Kelly since he first saw her, and the feeling was
mutual. They had slept together the first night they met, before Punk began
dating Maria, and the sexual tension existed to this day. Kelly was a hot
fuck, and from the moment Punk had arrived in ECW, he knew it was
inevitable that they'd hook up again. And from the way Kelly was looking at
him, it was very, very inevitable. Punk decided to speed things up.

`I might go take a shower,' he said, pulling off the towel that covered his
waist, revealing his shaved balls and long cock. He noticed Kelly's eyes
head straight for it. She'd taken the bait.



As Chad paced down the hotel hallway, a million thoughts ran through his
head. He was literally living one his jack-off fantasies, but he was too
nervous to enjoy it. So then and there, Chad took a deep breath and found
some balance. Randy Orton wanted to fuck him. Randy Orton wanted to fuck
him! What was he waiting for?! He found the right room, double checked it
with his key, took another deep breath, then entered the spacious hotel
room. He didn't need to look far to find Orton. He was standing directly
ahead of Chad, wearing a red pair of his wrestling trunks. Chad almost came
then and there.

`Holy s-` Chad started to speak, but Randy interrupted him.

`Close the door,' Orton commanded. `Now, get over here.'

Orton played with his prominent bulge while he watched Chad undress. First
the frat boy's tanktop came off, revealing a ripped, lean chest, followed
by his jeans. Orton was impressed by the meaty package in Chad's black
briefs.

`Leave them on,' Orton boomed. `Get over here'. Chad quickly complied,
walking to the other side of the room. He was now mere inches away from
Randy Orton's perfect body, and he couldn't believe it. Orton smiled as
Chad took in his physique. `I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to shoot all
over your body. I'm going to make you scream my name. I'm going to make you
wish you'd been getting fucked by me your entire life.' Orton wiped his
chin, then his smile grew. `And then we're going to do it again.'

Orton reached out with his massive arms and threw Chad onto the bed. He
mounted him, pressing bulge against bulge as he ground his massive body
into the slender frame of his frat boy possession. Chad moaned, and Orton
silenced him with a kiss. Then a tongue, which he trailed down Chad's neck,
until he reached Chad's pecs and nipples, which he lathered with his
touch. He kept going, lower and lower, until the head of the Legend Killer
was hovering over Chad's brief-encased semi-hardon.

`Suck it, man,' Chad moaned. He had never felt this horny.

Orton literally tore off Chad's briefs, ripping them in two and releasing
the shaved cock and balls he had wanted since the club. He opened his
mouth, stuck out his tongue and...

`You actually think I'd suck your dick right away?' Orton laughed. `Turn
over,' he added, rolling Chad onto his stomach. Chad decided to get some of
his own back, pushing out his bubble butt, tempting the WWE stud. Orton
couldn't resist squeezing the firm cheeks. `I bet you want me to fuck you
right now,' Orton said as he laid his body on top of Chad. His bulge
pressed against Chad's ass, giving the young stud a taste of what was to
come, while he licked and kissed the back of Chad's neck. His fake-fucking
was getting both men even hornier, and Orton needed something more.

He pulled himself off Chad and stood at the edge of the bed, just the hint
of sweat covering his body. Orton flexed, as Chad rolled onto his back and
watched, rubbing his hard cock and balls.

`Get over here,' Orton ordered. A few seconds later, Chad stood at
attention in front of Orton, who placed a hand on the back of Chad's head,
then pushed him into Orton's sweaty, shaved pits. Over the next few
minutes, Chad's tongue and hands worshipped the ripped body in front of
him. Orton's monster cock strained at the edge of his wrestling tights, and
Chad couldn't help but take the bulge into his mouth. `Fuck yeah..' Orton
moaned, rubbing his package against Chad's tongue.

`I want your cock, man,' Chad begged, yanking down Orton's trunks and
revealing a semi-hard, cut rod. Chad normally would have taken the time to
admire Orton's tool, but he was far too horny for that. And Orton normally
preferred to be in complete control, but he was far too horny for that
too. He made up for it by gripping the back of Chad's head and impaling the
young stud on his growing cock. In a few short moments, it was in its full
eight-inch glory, dripping with Chad's saliva. Orton moaned every time the
head of his shaft passed through Chad's soft lips. It was the wettest,
slickest blowjob of his life.

`Lay on the fucking bed, I wanna fuck your mouth.' In a few moments, Chad
lay flat on the bed, his head dangling over the edge, while Randy Orton
dropped his stiff cock inside his mouth. Orton leaned forward and beat off
Chad's dick, drawing muffled moans from his new fucktoy. After a few
minutes of this, Orton was primed to fuck. He pulled his cock from Chad's
mouth and leapt onto the bed. Without warning, he raised Chad's legs and
started devouring his hairless crack. Orton's long tongue trailed up and
down, from the base of Chad's balls to his pink hole. Chad shuddered in
pleasure, gripping the sheets with his hands while the Legend Killer's
expert tongue ate him out.

When it came to sex, Randy Orton had a short attention span. So, he decided
to mix things up. He rolled Chad onto his stomach, gripped him underneath
his waist and lifted him up, so Chad was almost in a handstand
position. With Chad's tight ass muscles clenched, Orton continued his oral
assault on his puckered hole. He lifted him higher, until the two lovers
were in a 69 position, but vertical. Chad was amazed at Orton's strength,
and rewarded him by taking the Legend Killer's slick cock into his
mouth. Orton played with his ass from above. Any doubts Chad had about
taking up Orton's offer were completely gone. He'd never had sex like
this. It was sweaty and wild, two men giving into their urges. He didn't
just want Randy's cock, he needed it. And instinctively, Randy knew
that. He lowered Chad down onto his back and dismounted him. A few seconds
later, he returned with a bottle of lube. He coated his erect member, then
threw the bottle at Chad. Chad coated his fingers and hole in the liquid,
all the while keeping his eyes locked on Orton's.

The Legend Killer smiled.



Punk had only been in the large shower block a few minutes when Kelly
entered. It was clear enough that he could see she was naked, but steamy
enough that he couldn't see everything. Her back was too him as she turned
on the nearest shower. Perfect. Punk walked through the steam, his dick
dangling as he walked. He advanced on Kelly, cupping her breasts with his
hands, his soft cock pressing against her ass. She smiled, as Punk nuzzled
her neck.

`Remember the first time we fucked?' Punk whispered. His left hand moved
from her breast, trailing down her body before reaching her hairless
pussy. `Remember how I bent you over on your bed?' he added, slipping a
finger inside. Kelly whimpered. `How you begged for my cock?' Two
fingers. `I remember.' Three fingers. Punk was finger-fucking the ECW Diva,
and she could barely contain her moans. Punk pressed his soft cock further
inside Kelly's cheeks. `Spread your legs for me, girl.'

Kelly complied, turning around and raising a leg, resting it on a nearby
shower stool. Punk crawled underneath her, his long tongue reaching for her
wet pussy. He wasted no time in devouring the pink beauty, running his
fingers and mouth across every surface, in every spot. Kelly writhed in
pleasure, desperate for more. She was almost close to an orgasm, and they
were only a few minutes in. Punk stood, and the two kissed. They were
drenched from the shower running a few feet away. Punk's cock was growing,
and Kelly reached for it, jacking off her lover. Punk groaned, one hand
gripping Kelly's hair tight, while the other returned the favour,
finger-fucking the blonde beauty.

`Suck my dick, babe..' Punk whispered, pushing Kelly down to her knees. She
didn't mess around, working over Punk's seven-incher with her hand and
mouth simultaneously. It was a sloppy, wet blowjob, Punk's favourite kind,
and Kelly was a master. She'd beat the shaft while working the head, then
use her hand to squeeze Punk's low-hanging balls while she deepthroated his
entire length. He was almost weak at the knees, so rested his hands on
Kelly's shoulders. This gave him the support to start fucking the
bombshell's warm mouth, and soon, he was ramming his cock down her willing
throat. Kelly's hand went straight to her pussy -- she loved being
dominated like this. `Fuck yeah, suck my fucking dick babe! Fucking take it
all!' Punk yelled. He didn't give a shit if anyone heard, this was the best
head of his life. `Finger yourself babe, get yourself ready for my cock.'
And so she did. So ready, in fact, that Punk pulled his dick out of her
mouth, dropped to the ground and mounted her in one fell swoop. Kelly was
so surprised, she let out her loudest moan yet. Her legs straddled Punk's
shoulders, as he hammered in and out of her pink lips. Punk squeezed her
tits roughly, his cock filling Kelly to the brim.



At the same time, Gregory Helms was fucking the living daylights out of
Maria in the elevator. Maria was a flexible girl, and did the splits on two
of the arm-rails in the elevator, while Gregory fucked her from behind. It
was the perfect position for both of them.

`I can't believe Punk doesn't fuck you every day,' Helms said, ramming his
pre-cum leaking shaft deep inside Maria. Sweat poured down his neck, as
juices dripped down his shaft, from Maria's leaking pussy. It was hot, wet,
sweaty sex, and the best either had experienced in months. Maria dropped
her legs, then turned around. Gregory knew what to do next, lifting Maria
off her feet, sliding his cock in underneath her, then bouncing the
brunette vixen up and down on his thick shaft. Now it was Helms turn to
moan, and this position soon became too much. He lowered himself to the
ground, and Maria bounced up and down on his cock, screaming in ectasy. She
was reaching orgasm, and it was a big one.



In Philadelphia, Randy Orton was just getting started.

`I'm going to fuck you so hard..' Orton said, dragging Chad to the edge of
the bed. Standing, Orton threw Chad's legs over his shoulders and pressed
his mushroom head firmly against Chad's sphincter, until the tight ring
finally relented.  Seconds later, Orton's thick jock meat was buried
completely inside Chad's clenched chute. Chad cried out and pushed forward,
allowing Randy to penetrate even deeper. `Yeah, you want this so bad don't
you?' Orton added, grabbing Chad by his muscular thighs then leaning
forward. Chad moaned as Orton's cock slid further inside, and soon the
Legend Killer began roughly sliding his massive tool in and out of Chad's
hole, increasing the pace with each thrust, until he was pounding his butt
harder than he ever had before.

`Fuck me man!' Chad yelled, throwing his head back while Orton jackhammered
in and out of his hole. The sound of thighs slapping against thighs, and
Orton's balls slapping against the underside of Chad's hole filled the
room, coupled with Chad's loud groans. Chad's hand went for his dick, but
Orton slapped it away. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Chad's
while he slid his cock deep inside.

`You cum when I say you can cum,' Randy said, locking lips with Chad. He
rolled the boy over, until Chad was laying on top of him. Randy's frenetic
thrusts bounced Chad up and down on his massive cock, penetrating the
fratboy deeper than ever before. Randy's tan skin was covered in sweat,
gathering in tiny pools on his ripped six-pack. Chad was bouncing so high
that Randy's eight-inch shaft popped in and out a few times, and when Chad
landed, its full length embedded inside his tight hole. This position was
definitely bringing Chad to his orgasmic edge, but Randy wanted more
control. He pushed Chad off his dick, then kneeled on the bed.

`Bend over, pussy boy,' Orton demanded, beating off his throbbing
tool. Chad lined up in front of him, bending on all fours and stretching
his tight hole. Randy rubbed the head of his cock against the pink
entrance, slapping and kneading Chad's bubble butt. `You want this dick
back inside you?'

`Fuck yes man!' Chad yelled. Orton didn't disappoint, sliding his cock back
inside Chad's well-worn hole. It was a perfect fit, one of the greatest
fucks of Orton's life, and he was going to make the most of it. He fucked
Chad's hole like his life depended on it. For Chad, very slight bit of
pain, every uncomfortable moment was eclipsed by the incredible pleasure of
having Randy Orton, the perfect sexual specimen, pummel his ass over and
over again. Every few minutes, Randy would beat Chad's semi-hard, pre-cum
leaking cock. It was never fully hard, but Chad felt like he would cum at
the slightest touch. Randy's cock was hammering his g-spot with every
thrust, and by the time Randy reached the same point, Chad hadn't even
realised they'd been fucking for close to an hour.



Back in the Jersey locker room, CM Punk was fucking Kelly, doggy-style. He
grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. She smiled, so Punk
slapped her on the ass. She smiled even wider, then bucked her hips on
Punk's cock, grinding her pussy, desperate to get his shaft deeper inside
of her. He sensed she was nearing the edge, so moved a hand to her clit,
teasing and pleasuring his new fuckbuddy while his thick meat pounded in
and out of her hole. Kelly's whimpers turned to moans, then to screams, as
the orgasm washed over her body. Punk could feel her whole body tighten.

`Yes! Oh! OH!' Kelly screamed. Punk didn't give her pause to reflect in the
afterglow, speeding up his fucking. Kelly's orgasm reached its peak, and
juices flowed from her already wet pussy, bringing Punk to the edge,

`Oh fuck babe!' Punk said, pistoning in and out of Kelly's quivering
body. He wrenched his cock out, and Kelly dropped to her knees. She
surprised Punk by squeezing her wet tits over his even-wetter cock. Punk
knew what this meant, and titty-fucked the ECW vixen until he reached an
earth-shattering climax. `Oh FUCK!' he screamed, shooting torrents of cum
straight onto Kelly's face and neck. Two weeks worth of hot semen erupted
in four loads, a feeling of sexual euphoria eclipsed only when Kelly took
the cock into her mouth, sucking it completely dry. That was something
Maria never did for him.



At least, that's what he thought.

`I'm going to cum!!' Gregory Helms yelled. Maria, still dazed by her
orgasm, stopped bouncing on his cock, and took it into her mouth. `Babe!
Oh!' Helms yelled, as his balls emptied into Maria's willing throat. Load
after load filled her mouth, painting her tongue and cheeks with hot
seed. Maria played with Helms' balls, desperate for more, and more she
got. He groaned and shot again, the third load of his orgasm filling her
already-full mouth. And she took it like a pro, swallowing all of Helms'
cum, before licking his cock clean. `That was incredible,' Helms said, as
he watched Maria continue to clean his softening dick. Maria smiled -- if
only Punk was here to see that.



`Oh fuck man! Going to fucking blow soon!' Randy yelled, gripping Chad's
cheeks, squeezing the fleshy muscle. Chad's hole clamped down on his cock,
desperate to be pounded more. Orton pushed Chad face-first onto the bed,
arching the boy's back as he pistoned in and out of his ass. Chad groaned
loudly. `You want my cum boy? You want me to shoot all over you?!' Orton
yelled, pulling his cock from Chad. Chad turned over, and watched in awe as
the sweaty, muscled frame of the Legend Killer stood over him. He opened
his mouth, beckoning Orton to come closer, and so he did.

Orton jacked his cock mere inches away from Chad's face, and with one final
thrust of his hips -- he came. His eight-inch tool exploded with the
biggest load of hot white cum Chad had ever witnessed. It shot like a
rocket, coating Chad's lips and cheeks.

`Oh FUCK YEAH! Take my cum boy!' Orton said. A second load shot onto Chad's
pecs, then a third load of jism shot higher than the rest, painting Chad's
forehead. He was literally covered in Orton's spunk. It was a fantasy
realised, and it was quickly bringing Chad to an orgasm. He beat his cock
while Orton rubbed his massive cock over his lips and tongue, and Chad
sucked the Legend Killer dry. `Mmm.. Now how about we take care of you?'
Orton said. He didn't give Chad time to respond, leaning down and taking
Chad's pre-cum leaking, wet dick into his mouth. Chad couldn't believe what
he was seeing, but after holding back this load for over an hour, he didn't
have time to comprehend it.

`Oh my god, I'm going to cum! Oh fuck!' Chad yelled, his balls
tightening. Randy pulled back and gripped Chad's cock with his massive
hand, then jacked him off, until finally, Chad reached the single greatest
orgasm of his life. He literally screamed as cum shot in every direction,
an eruption of jizz that landed everywhere, even catching Randy's
cheek. Chad almost fainted afterwards, but was brought wide awake by Randy
climbing on top of him. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and cum.

`Sorry man, I came on your face,' Chad said, wiping off the cum. Orton
grinned. His trademark, cocky grin.

`I'm sure you can pay me back,' Orton replied. `How does tomorrow night
sound?'