Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2011 17:20:34 +0000 From: Alex Roberts Subject: WWE Road Stories Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This is, as always, a work of fiction and not a recounting of actual events nor does it reflect the true sexualities of those involved. To the best of my knowledge none of what follows has ever happened. I don't own any of the characters of copyrights that might be mentioned throughout this piece and if you're not old enough to read this or the thought of gay sex does nothing for you then stop reading now. If however you do continue to read and enjoy then feedback (and requests) are always welcomed – roberts170@hotmail.com John Morrison carefully slipped free of the arm wrapped around his waist and silently lifted himself out of the large bed. For a moment he took in the chaos of the room and smiled. The previous night had been eventful to say the least. Clothes were strewn around the room and mixed in with lamps, glasses and sheets from the hotel room. Quietly Morrison headed toward the rooms bathroom, his dick swinging between his thighs as he walked. The florescent lighting of the bathroom made Morrison squint as his eyes attempted to adjust to harsh lighting change. As his yes quickly adjusted Morrison took in the sight of his reflection in the giant mirror that covered an entire wall of the bathroom. His long dark hair was almost as chaotic as the room he'd just left and parts of it had matted after cum had been allowed to dry in it. He needed to clean up, he needed a shower. For a second he contemplated the large walk-in shower that occupied one corner of the room. It looked inviting but the noise would no doubt wake up his companion and Morrison wasn't sure he was up for another round with Randy Orton this morning. At least not the Randy Orton he'd spent the night with anyway. Morrison wasn't entirely sure what had gotten into Orton last night but by even his own pretty wild standard Orton had been out of control. Randy had just grabbed in the bar and basically dragged him up to the room. In fact Morrison was pretty sure they didn't make it all the way to the room. Orton had started pulling his jeans down during the elevator ride up to the room so desperate was he to fuck. And then when they'd finally made it into the room Orton had been like a wild animal unleashed for the first time. He'd just fucked and fucked and cum and cum. At the time Morrison had enjoyed it but now in the cold light of day he was exhausted and just wanted to make a break for it. Silently he crept back into the room and starting grabbing his clothes or at least what was left of them. Orton had ripped his underwear off so he went commando as he slipped his jeans back on and most of the buttons from his shirt were missing making it impossible to do that up. But after a minute Morrison was at least covered up enough to make a break for his own room but before he left though he took one last look at the still sleeping Orton. He looked so peaceful and nothing like the Wildman Morrison had spent the night with! * * * * After three attempts the light on the front of the lock finally flashed green as Morrison removed his key card. He spent more than half of his life in hotels and yet he still struggled with the electronic lock. He missed keys. "Dirty stop out!" The door hadn't even fully closed behind him and already The Miz was stood in front of him grinning from ear-to-ear. "Good night I see!" Morrison shrugged his shoulders at his roommate. "At least one of us had a good night..." Slowly Miz was approaching Morrison. He was in just a pair of small dark briefs and Morrison recognised the look in his eyes all too well. And then without warning Miz was on Morrison, their lips pressed together for a moment before Morrison opened his mouth granting entry to Miz's tongue. After just a few seconds the kiss broke. "Ron still not giving you any then!" "Seriously it's crazy..." Miz was pressed against Morrison now his lips kissing his neck in between words. "You have no idea how horny I am right now." "I think I've got a pretty good idea..." "It's been weeks. I've run out of ways to offer myself up to him. If my ass weren't so damn fine I'd be starting to think there was something wrong with me!" Morrison chuckled slightly as Miz continued to kiss at his neck and his hand began to gently rub and feel his abs. "Luckily I've come up with a solution to my problem." "Have you?" "Yes..." Miz' hand dropped down to Morrison's groin and gently squeezed at John's dick through the thick material. "You're gonna fuck me right now!" "Here?" "What's up are you afraid Ron's gonna catch us?" Miz threw a look over his shoulder toward one of the double beds that filled the room with Ron Killings was still sleeping. "Come with me!" With his hand still gripped on Morrison's cock The Miz moved into the bathroom flicking the light on as he went. As the bathroom door closed behind them the two men were once again kissing. This time more passionately. Despite the fact that they still travelled together and rented rooms together it had been several months since they'd last fucked. In fact they didn't and hadn't fucked as much as most around them thought they had. That was the problem when two bottoms were attracted to one another it always made sex a little more complicated. Usually they'd resolved that problem by inviting someone else to join them. "Get your jeans off. We haven't got a lot of time!" As Morrison pulled open the buttons on his jeans Miz reached into the shower set the water running. "Just in case Ron wakes up!" As Morrison's jeans dropped to his ankles revealing his semi-hard cock Miz tugged down the waist band of his briefs and let them drop to his ankles to. Quickly Miz reached out and tugged at Morrison's cock stroking it into further life before turning away from Morrison and leaning against the sink exposing his ass to his lover. Miz' ass was something to behold. It was just so big and round and perfectly smooth. Slowly Morrison ran his now hard 7 inches across Miz' ass and let it rest between the cheeks for a moment. "Just fuck me already!" "You don't wanna be teased!" Morrison lined his dick up so that it ran the length of Miz' ass crack and rolled his hips, grinding his dick against Miz' ass. In response to this The Miz simply gave out an impatient growl. Morrison had to admit that he'd never seen The Miz quite so desperate to be fucked before. And then the moment was lost by a knock on the bathroom door. "You in there Mike?" "Fuck..." Mumbled Miz. "Yeah Ron I'm in here." "You in the shower?" "No John is. I just needed a leak." Morrison reluctantly pulled away from Miz and after a quick apologetic smile his climbed into the shower and felt the warm water hit his tired muscles... * * * * After getting out of the shower Morrison figured he had two options either he could sleep for the rest of the day and screw up his sleeping pattern for the rest of the week or he could hit the gym and hope a workout would release enough energy to get him through the rest of the day. Perhaps unsurprisingly he opted for the gym but already he was regretting the choice and he'd only made it as far as the locker room. He was exhausted and on the walk to the gym had worked out that he was running on just 90 minutes sleep but he was here now in his tank top and shorts so there was no turning back! "Damn Johnny looking good!" As he registered the voice Morrison began to regret his decision to hit the gym even more. Mark Henry was really the last thing he needed right now. "When you gonna let me hit this?" Mark slapped a hand across Morrison's ass and laughed to himself. Morrison did his best to keep himself composed; the last thing he needed right now was to get into a fight especially not with Mark Henry. "Seriously baby you got plans tonight because my chocolate dick is free all night!" "I..." Morrison was too tired to be dealing with this right now. "Sorry Mark I beat you to the punch and I'm not big on sharing." Mason Ryan was casually leaning against the lockers. A thin layer of sweat from his workout covered his tanned skin and even a loose fitting tank top was clinging to his massive muscular body. But whilst his body language may have been casual the expression on his face was not. For a moment Henry sized up his opposition and then made the decision to back down. "Well have fun." With that Mark Henry left the locker room and after watching Henry leave Morrison turned his attention to his rescuer although Mason Ryan was no longer casually leaning against the lockers. Instead he had pulled one open, his presumably, and after a second or two of searching pulled out a bottle. "Thanks man!" "Don't mention it. I've been watching him trying to pick guys up all morning it's been pissing me off. Anyway I've gotta get back to it!" With that Mason to left the locker room and made his way back into the gym. Morrison was caught completely off guard by his departure. He'd expected, or maybe hoped was the better word, Mason to try his luck. Maybe what they said about Mason Ryan was true; maybe he really wasn't that kind of guy. Morrison himself had seen countless guys strikeout when trying to pick him up and there were rumours that Dolph Ziggler had spent the night basically begging for it and still got nowhere. Of course if the rumours were true it would be one hell of a waste because there was no denying Mason Ryan was hot. After taking a breath Morrison followed Ryan out into the gym and was surprised to find it basically empty. There were a couple of people dotted around the place on various machine but for the most part it was deserted. Not that Morrison was complaining about that he wasn't really looking too socialised. And then Mason Ryan caught his eye. He was hidden away in a corner of the gym lifting dumbbells that looked like they could be the size of Morrison's head. As he watched him lifting weights Morrison decided that he didn't care what the rumours said about Mason Ryan he was going to have him! Morrison made a beeline directly for Ryan who was so caught up in his workout didn't notice him coming. He didn't even notice when Morrison was standing right next to him. He did however notice when Morrison silently slid his hand inside his track pants! "Holy fuck!" Mason almost dropped the weight in his hand. "What the fuck are you doing?" Morrison had gotten a surprise of his own when he slipped his hand into Ryan's track pants, the big man wasn't wearing any underwear and now John was grabbing and stroking one big thick cock. "I'm repaying a favour!" "You really don't need to do this." "You can't tell me you're not enjoying it..." Morrison could feel Mason's dick beginning to harden in his hand. "And I know I'm going to enjoy it!" With his free hand Morrison pulled Mason's tank top to one side exposing one of his nipples and quickly he leant in and kissed and sucked on it. Meanwhile in his other hand Mason's cock continued to grow harder. "We can't do this..." "Yes we can." "No. Not here." "You afraid of getting caught big boy?" Morrison looked up into the eyes of Mason Ryan he looked uncomfortable and nervous but there was something else there as well. He was turned on and the fully erect cock Morrison was stroking confirmed it. "We can go somewhere else..." Mason said nothing as Morrison continued to slowly stroke his cock he just stood starring down at him with all those conflicting emotions in his eyes. And then just as suddenly as Morrison as slipped his hand into Mason's track pants Mason Ryan leant in and kissed him. A gentle peck at first and then when Morrison responded Ryan grew a little more confident and the kiss became increasingly forceful. Within just a few seconds Ryan had dropped the dumbbell that was clutched in his hand and he had Morrison pinned up against the mirrors that lined the wall as they made out. And then Mason broke the kiss and took a step back from Morrison pulling John's hand out of his pants as he moved. "We can't do this" Without another word Mason Ryan turned away from Morrison and walked out of the gym and back toward the locker room now fully erect dick creating an obscene bulge in his pants. Morrison wasn't entirely sure what had just happened or what was happening now and after taking a moment to compose himself he took off after Mason following him into the locker. When he arrived Ryan was back at his locker and pulling his bag from it. "Where're you going?" Mason didn't respond. He didn't even acknowledge Morrison's presence in the room. "You can't tell me you don't wanna do this..." As he spoke Morrison moved in behind Mason and reached around the large man once again grabbing his rock hard cock, this time through the material of his loose fitting track pants. Again he slowly started to stroke Mason's cock. "I want you. You want me. Just relax and go with it!" "I..." "Turn around." Slowly Mason Ryan turned to face Morrison and as he did Morrison dropped down to his knees, tugging the waist band of Mason's sweat pants down as he dropped. As the sweats dropped down to Mason's ankles revealing his large tanned thighs his dick slapped against his rock hard abs and finally Morrison was able to take in the sight of Mason's large cock. The thick 9 inch monster was in complete proportion with the rest of his huge muscular frame and slowly Morrison ran his tongue up the underside of the cock and around the uncut head. "Oh fuck..." Morrison's lips closed around the head of Mason's cock and he began to move down the long thick shaft. "Oh fuck!" As Morrison's moth travelled down Mason's cock his hand's travelled across Mason's body slipping under Mason's tank top and feeling every part of his huge muscular body. Every inch of Mason's body was solid. There wasn't a single bit of soft flash to be found. Morrison had never felt anything quite like it. As he continued to explore Mason's body and swallow his cock John looked up at him and saw that the big man had given into the pleasure. His eyes were closed and a look of ecstasy was etched onto his face. Morrison switched his attention to working Mason's large cock. He'd established a steady rhythm of gliding about half way down the shaft before returning to the head but as one hand rested on Mason's abs and the other cupped his balls Morrison swallowed deep taking Mason's large dick down to the back of his throat as his lips reached the base of Mason's cock. "Holy fuck!" Mason had been completely unprepared for Morrison to deep throat him and as Morrison detached himself from Mason's cock taking in air Ryan smiled down at him. "Can you do that again?" Just as requested Morrison once again devoured Mason's cock. Swallowing it down to the base again and again as Ryan released a pleasure filled moan with every movement of Morrison's lips and tongue. As Morrison continued to work Mason's cock, Mason pulled his tank top over his head and threw it to the ground exposing his impossibly large muscled body. "Come up here..." Morrison once again detached himself from Mason's cock and this time he let his lips and tongue work their way up Mason's incredible body. Tasting the light coating of sweat that covered his body further highlighting the definition of his muscles. When he was stood up Mason pulled Morrison in for another kiss. There was no hesitation this time and the two men were quickly making out. Their tongues tangled together. And as they kissed Mason lifted Morrison from the ground and John instinctively wrapped his legs around Mason's powerful waist as the two men spun around, leaving Morrison pressed against the lockers as Mason held him in the air. "Take your shirt off baby..." Much as Mason had done moments earlier Morrison pulled his tank top over his head and threw it to the ground revealing his own muscled and defined body. Ryan admired Morrison's body for a moment before his mouth closed around one of his nipples and sucked, licked and kissed it. And then the two men were kissing once again. Their tongues passionately exploring each other's mouths. "You wanna get fucked baby?" "Fuck yes!" Morrison unwrapped his legs from around Mason's waist and Mason allowed him to gently drop back down to the floor. Within seconds of touching down on the ground Morrison had pulled his shorts and underwear off and was naked in front of Mason Ryan. The two men shared another passionate kiss before Morrison turned away from Mason and braced himself against the lockers. "How do you want it?" As he posed the question Mason Ryan's hand slid down Morrison's back to his tight pert ass. He gently gripped each cheek before slowly parting them and teasing Morrison's hole with a single finger. Circling it before slowly sliding the finger into the willing hole. As he fingered Morrison's hole Mason's lips kissed at Morrison's neck and occasionally his tongue playfully flicked at Morrison's ear. The only response Morrison could manage was a moan of pleasure. "You ready baby?" "Yes..." Mason slowly withdrew his finger from Morrison's hole and carefully lined the head of his large cock up with Morrison's hole. Gently he started to enter Morrison who took in a deep breath as he felt Ryan's cock opening his hole. Slowly Mason's cock moved into Morrison's hole as both men grunted and groaned. When half of hhi9 inches were inside Morrison Mason stopped and gently kissed at Morrison's neck once again. "You want it all baby?" "I want it all!" Without another word Mason thrust the rest of his cock into Morrison's hole producing a surprised cry from Morrison as Ryan's thighs slapped against his ass. "Fucking hell!" "You like that baby?" "Fuck you're big!" Slowly Mason withdrew a few inches before once again thrusting back into Morrison producing another cry from Morrison. Again Mason repeated the process withdrawing a little more each time and moving a little faster each time. Each thrust of his hips produced a cry from Morison and slowly those cries were morphing into ones of pure pleasure. "Fuck man... fuck me!" "Yeah?" "Yeah just fuck me!" With this encouragement from Morrison Mason grabbed the hips of his lover and began to thrust in and out of him harder and faster. His thighs slapping against Morrison's ass faster and louder whilst Morrison's own cries of pleasure were getting increasingly louder and constant. It didn't take long for Mason to be power fucking Morrison thrusting his dick deep and hard into the smaller man who was enjoying every second of it. As Mason continued to pound him harder and faster Morrison reached down and began to stroke his own rock hard cock. After just a few seconds his hand motions had fallen into synch with the thrusts of Mason Ryan and the two men were pumping their dicks in unison. Morrison was moan and crying out in pleasure and Mason whilst grunting and groaning in pleasure. And it didn't take long for Morrison's cries to become more frantic and more urgent. It was obvious that he was getting closer and closer. "Are you gonna cum for me baby?" "I'm so close..." Morrison was caught completely off guard as Mason grabbed his arm and pulled his hand away from his dick. "Not yet baby." Mason, with his dick still buried deep inside Morrison, lifted his over from the ground once again and carried him away from the lockers to the centre of the locker room which was occupied by a changing bench. Ryan then lowered himself down onto the bench and once again grabbed Morrison's hips, this time turning Morison on his dick so that eventually they were facing one another. "Ride me baby." With one of Mason's hands on his back holding him steady Morrison carefully began to ride Ryan's large cock. Moving up and down on the shaft. And as Morrison rode Mason's other hand reached down and took hold of his dick and began to jerk it. Just as before it took just a few seconds for the two men to fall into synch with one other. As Morrison rode up and down on Mason's cock, Mason hand travelled up and down Morrison's cock bringing both men ever closer to cumming. And again it was Morrison who felt his load building first. "I'm gonna cum." "Cum for me baby!" Mason picked up the pace of his jerking pushing Morrison even closer to the edge. "Shoot that load!" "Oh fuck yes!" And right on cue Morrison shot his load. His cum shooting up into air and landing on both men's hard toned bodies. After the exertions of the previous night Morrison was surprised to see just how hard he'd cum. He'd managed to shoot a decent load over both men. And as he admired his load Morrison continued to ride Mason's large cock. After just a few more seconds of riding he could tell from the expression on Mason's face and the deep animalistic grunts escaping his mouth that Mason was getting close. Quickly and with amazing ease Mason lifted Morrison off of his cock and lowered him down onto the floor and then he grabbed his own cock and jerked it just a few times before letting out a roar of pleasure as his dick erupted! Four or five huge spurts of cum exploded from Ryan's cock and almost all of it landed on his chest and stomach mixing with the cum Morrison had shot there. "Holy fuck!" Mason Ryan collapsed back onto the bench in absolute pleasure and just lay there for a moment as Morrison stood above him watching him. His monster of a cock was slowly starting to soften but his body looked even more impressive the sweat he'd worked up only serving to further highlight his size and definition. And then Morrison was leaning down and the two men were kissing once more. When the kiss finally broke Morrison lay half on top of Mason smiling at him. "Just how long have you been holding that in?" "Too long! That was fucking amazing!" Mason once again kissed Morrison before pulling himself off the bench and lifting Morrison with him. He then proceeded to carry Morrison toward the communal showers at the other end of the locker room... * * * * Once again John Morrison was stood outside of his hotel room struggling with the electronic lock. For the fourth time he pulled the key card from the lock and finally there was a reassuring click and a flashing green light to indicate that he had successfully unlocked the door. With his gym bag slung over his shoulder he walked into the room and was immediately struck by how dark it was. The curtains in the room had been drawn and as he dropped his bag by the door he was startled discover he wasn't alone. "Johnny is that you?" "Yeah" Morrison took a step forward and saw The Miz squatted naked on his large double bed. And The Miz wasn't alone he was squatting on someone's dick. "I'm a little busy right now!" "I can see that..." "Usually I'd invite you to join but you know how long I've been waiting for this!" "Don't worry I'll leave the two of you alone." With that Morrison turned on his heels and once again left the room. He guessed that R-Truth had finally stopped playing hard to get although Morrison had to admire the fact he'd held out this long. And then as he approached the elevator at the end of the corridor and the doors opened Morrison was caught completely off guard by the smiling figure of R-Truth. "Hey John! You seen Mike?" "Mike?" For a moment Morrison's mind whirled and then finally he was able to gain control of it. "No. He's not in the room if that's where you're heading; I've just come from there. You wanna go get a drink or something? He'll turn up at the bar sooner or later." "Sure..." As both men stepped into the elevator Morrison began to process the fact that The Miz had apparently grown tired of waiting for R-Truth. 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