Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2012 12:34:29 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: WWE Road Stories Chapter 3

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


Cody Rhodes smoothed out the creases in his light shirt with his hand as he
stood checking his reflection in the mirror. He'd spent the last five
minutes needlessly fussing with his hair and had now moved onto his shirt
whilst he waited for Ted DiBiase to drag himself from the bathroom. It
remained a mystery to Cody what, exactly, Ted did in there for this amount
of time.

"We're going to be late!"

There was no response from Ted just as there had been no response the other
five times Rhodes had made the exact same observation in the past three
minutes. Finally Rhodes turned away from the full length mirror and
examined the hotel room he shared with Ted. He'd already spent part of the
30 minutes DiBiase had spent locked in the bathroom tidying the room and
now he was looking around for something, anything else to do that didn't
involve staring at his own reflection. And as his eyes explored the room a
smile slowly appeared on his face as he felt Ted DiBiase's arms wrap
themselves around his waist.

"I've been thinking..."

"That's interesting!"

Ted's chin was gently resting on Cody's shoulder as he pulled his lover
closer to him, pressing his hard muscular frame against Cody's back.

"I was thinking we should stay here."

"Were you now...?"

"Yes. A nice quiet night in just the two of us. Maybe order some room
service..."

"...And seduce the bus boy!"

For a brief moment both men flashed back to the previous week when DiBiase
had spent just a few minutes convincing a hotel bus boy to join them in bed
for the evening. It had been an undeniably fun night.

"You know I enjoy some added excitement as much as the next guy but tonight
I was thinking just the two of us..." Slowly one of Ted's hands slipped
from Cody's waist and gently squeezed at his cock. "You know you want to!"

"Fine..."

* * * *

As it almost always was the bar was crowded. John Morrison, drink in hand,
forced his way through the sea of people some of whom he recognised and
others he didn't. Within a few seconds he'd found his destination a quiet
table hidden away in one corner of the bar. Sat at this particular table
was Mason Ryan wearing an impossibly tight t-shirt that looked as if it
might rip open at the slightest move from Ryan. It seemed to Morrison that
in the few hours since he'd last seen him Mason Ryan had somehow managed to
grow even larger and if that was the case Morrison certainly approved.

Without exchanging more than a nod of greeting Morrison lowered himself
onto the seat next to Mason and instantly dropped his hand onto Ryan's
obscenely large thigh. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mason give a
discreet nod of approval and Morrison's hand moved up the large muscular
thigh to Ryan's groin which he gently squeezed. He could tell that Mason
was already excited and so he made the decision not to waste time teasing
and quickly tugged open the fly of Mason's jeans allowing his hand access
to the prize within. Once again Mason wasn't wearing underwear. For a
moment Morrison wondered if Ryan always went commando or if he'd just been
anticipating this situation and then he decided that he simply didn't care!

Quickly Morrison took hold of Mason's large thick cock and began to stroke
it. As he did so he saw Mason instinctively bite his bottom lip and
Morrison was sure he'd never seen him look sexier!

* * * *

"Get the fuck in there!"

Randy Orton shoved the nameless fan into one of the stalls of the bar's
toilet and kicked the door closed behind him.

"Get on your knees." Orton had barely made any kind of eye contact with the
more than willing fan he'd dragged to the toilets. Usually Orton avoided
fans like the plague. He wasn't one of those guys who needed the ego boost
of fucking someone who worshipped the ground he walked on and if he were
then there were more than a few willing volunteers on the roster. But right
now he felt like a simple anonymous fuck. "I said get on your fucking
knees!"

Orton pushed the dark haired guy down onto his knees. He guessed that this
guy was kind of cute. Not that it really mattered he didn't need to be
attracted to this guy he just wanted to dump a load. And with dumping his
load in mind Orton yanked open the button fly of his jeans and dropped them
down to his ankles. Roughly he grabbed the dark haired fans head and pulled
it toward his crotch, rubbing it on the bulge created by his hard cock in
his tight fitting boxers.

"You gonna work this cock good boy?"

The fan's response was muffled. His mouth was already full of Orton's cock,
sucking on it through his boxers...

* * * *

The Miz felt R-Truth's arm move to the small of his back and pull him in
closer, pressing him against Truth's body as they kissed. Finally Miz felt
as if he were making progress with Truth, as if tonight might finally be
the night they moved their relationship on after months of waiting. As
their kiss continued with their tongues twisting and sliding over one
another Miz let his hand run down the smooth, solid and still wet body of
his lover. For a moment he lingered at Truth's tightly cut abs, tracing the
lines of the muscles and counting them in his head before moving down to
the towel wrapped around Truth's waist. When Miz had seen Truth leave the
bathroom after his shower, the warm water still running down his body and
highlighting his defined torso he'd lost any kind of self-control and gone
in for the kill. That Truth had finally welcomed his advances to this
degree had been a pleasant surprise. The kiss finally broke as Miz tugged
at Truth's towel and pulled it loose enough to fall to the floor.

"You're very good at that..."

"What?" Miz' lips moved to Truth's neck and his hand returned to his abs.

"You know what..."

Miz instigated another kiss. As the two men once again allowed their
tongues to become entangled Truth's hands dropped from their position on
Miz' lower back to his large firm ass. Miz almost broke the kiss in
surprise. This was new Truth had never grabbed his ass like this before let
alone squeezed it as he was now. Miz took this as a sign to continue his
own exploration and allowed his hand to drop below Truth's waist and his
fingers to slide down to the shaft of Truth's cock and as they did Miz
broke free of their kiss.

"No turning back this time!" With a smile on his face Miz slowly dropped
down to his knees...

* * * *

"Have I ever told you how ridiculously good looking you are?" Ted DiBiase
lay back on the bed and admired Cody Rhodes who was straddling his
waist. "I mean it really is ridiculous!"

"I think you've mentioned it once or twice..."

As Cody spoke his fingers expertly opened the buttons of Ted's shirt
revealing his muscular tanned chest and then abs. Cody's own shirt had long
since been abandoned and he was perched on Ted in a pair of dark dress
pants with the waistband of his boxers showing. With Ted's body exposed
Cody gently tweaked his nipples and watched the jolt of pleasure pass
through his body.

"Are you teasing me Cody?"

Rhodes continued his slow and gentle nipple play. Pinching and twisting
Ted's nipples with the softest of touches and yet each touch sent a wave of
pleasure through DiBiase.

"So tell me Teddy, what is it you're in the mood for?"

"You!"

Without warning Ted flipped the two men so that Cody was lying back on the
bed with his legs wrapped around Ted's strong waist. The two men locked
eyes for just a second before Ted kissed Cody who instantly reciprocated
causing an eruption of passion. Their lips and tongues stayed locked
together for a perfect moment before Ted broke the kiss and began to
frantically kiss his way down Cody's neck to his tightly defined
body. Ted's lips and tongue lingered on Cody's smooth chest and nipples
before travelling down to his well-defined abs, Cody's legs reluctantly
unwrapping themselves from Ted as he moved ever lower.

With practised ease Ted pulled open the button and fly of Cody's pants and
tugged them down leaving him in just a pair of fitted boxers that bulged
impressively. Slowly Ted's tongue traced the line of Cody's cock through
the boxers following the hardening shaft from base to tip. As he gently
sucked on the head of Cody's cock through his boxers Ted heard an approving
moan that prompted him to suck a little harder. Then his tongue moved back
down the shaft of Cody's cock from tip to base and Ted's lips once again
moved to Cody's body kissing each section of his defined abs.

As his lips focused on Cody's body Ted's hands tugged at the waist band of
Cody's boxers quickly pulling them down and releasing Cody's hard 8 inch
cock. And as Cody kicked his trousers and boxers free from his legs and to
the floor Ted once again worked his way down the hard defined body before
him, his tongue tasting Cody all the way down to the base of his
cock. Ted's tongue then once again slowly moved from the base of Cody's
cock to the tip, working its way around the shaft as it travelled up
inch-by-inch. When he reached the head of Cody's cock Ted devoured!

"Fuck!" Ted's mouth enclosed around the first few inches of Cody's cock
before he swallowed more taking the head of Cody's cock to his throat
before slowly sliding his way back to the head of Cody's cock and once
again diving down on it. "Fuck Teddy! Fuck!"

DiBiase quickly settled into a rhythm as his mouth slid up and down Cody's
large cock producing louder and more constant moans and cries of pleasure
from Cody himself. These sounds of approval only spurred Ted on sending him
deeper onto Cody's cock. And then Ted's lips were no longer wrapped around
Cody's cock instead he looked up at Cody from between his smooth legs and
smiled.

"Fuck Teddy! When did you become so good at that?"

"I have a great teacher!" Ted winked at Cody before once again devouring
his cock swallowing it to the back of mouth in one fluid motion before once
again removing himself from it. "So, you gonna fuck me or what!"

* * * *

Mason Ryan's breath caught in his throat as Morrison's grip around his cock
tightened. Slowly Morrison continued to stroke Ryan's dick who continued to
do his best not to react to the movements of Morrison's hand.

As his hand moved up and down the large thick shaft of Mason's cock
Morrison's eyes took in the sight of the man sat next to him. Ryan's tight
t-shirt clung to his large muscular upper body giving teasing reveals of
the defined body it covered. Mason's chiselled good looking features
meanwhile were set in a neutral position as he tried to hide the pleasure
and excitement Morrison knew he was feeling right now.

Morrison was shaken from his study of Mason Ryan by the presence of an
unexpected hand on his thigh. Gently Mason's hand travelled up Morrison's
thigh and over his groin, his fingertips lingering for just a second before
moving up to Morrison's stomach. Slowly Mason traced the line of Morrison's
defined abs through the thin material of his shirt and then Ryan's hand
slipped under the shirt to feel the solid toned flesh beneath. And just as
suddenly as his hand had slipped beneath Morrison's shirt Mason Ryan's hand
once again slipped back out and travelled south, back down to Morrison's
crotch where he was quickly tugging open the fly of his jeans. Within just
a few seconds Mason's hand slipped into Morrison's jeans and was grabbing
and squeezing his cock. Unlike Mason, Morrison was wearing underwear but
this didn't seem to faze Ryan who simply tugged the waistband of the boxers
down tucking it beneath Morrison's balls and guiding his cock out of the
fly of his jeans.

And not it was Morrison's turn to try and hide the pleasure and excitement
shooting through his body as Mason Ryan stroked his cock. And then Morrison
was caught off guard once more as Mason leaned in toward him and planted a
gentle kiss on his neck before kissing and licking his way up toward
Morrison's ear.

"I want you right now!"

"Follow me..."

"No!" Morrison had pulled to move away but was stopped instantly by
Mason. "Here!"

Without warning, and with surprising ease, Mason slipped his arm around
Morrison's waist and lifted the smaller man onto his lap. Instinctively
Morrison wrapped his legs around Mason's waist as Mason pulled him in for a
kiss. There was a brief explosion of passion as the two men's lips met and
their tongues circled one another and then Morrison quickly broke the kiss
and looked around him.

"We can't do this here..."

"Why not?"

As he spoke Mason's fingers were once again tracing the defined lines of
Morrison's abs through his shirt. Morrison spent a moment just watching
Mason Ryan, watching and wondering -- was this why Ryan had resisted al
advances toward him? Could he just not stop once he started? If that was
the case Morrison had to admit that he kind of liked it, not enough to
continue this in a crowded bar. Perhaps later when the company was a little
more exclusive.

Reluctantly Morrison tried to climb off of Ryan but Mason still had an arm
wrapped around him and wasn't ready to give up without a fight. As one arm
held Morrison in place Mason used his free hand to take hold of both his
cock and Morrison's and slowly begin to wank them. As the pleasure began to
run through his body once more Morrison leant into Mason and found his lips
pressed against his lovers ear.

"We need to go somewhere a little more private..."

"Do we?"

"Just a little more..."

Mason smiled at Morrison and pulled him in for another brief kiss before
speaking once more.

"Where did you have in mind...?"

* * * *

"Holy Jesus!"

The Miz and R-Truth had moved to one of the large soft beds that dominated
the hotel room. Truth was sprawled out on it, his legs spread to
accommodate The Miz who was lying between them eagerly devouring Truth's
cock. As his mouth worked Truth's cock, swallowing it whole, Miz' hands
were busy exploring Truth's defined body.

"My balls... work my balls..."

Almost as soon as the words had left Truth's mouth Miz' lips and tongue
found their way to his low hanging balls. Licking and kissing them before
gently placing them into his mouth and sucking. He felt Truth shudder in
pleasure and release a deep sigh and he sucked a little harder. But as he
sucked Miz felt Truth's hand close around the top of his head and push him
down. He was moving Miz away from his balls.

"Eat my ass baby..."

Miz smiled to himself. Truth had been like this all night. Moving Miz from
one part of his body to the next. Quietly requesting Miz kiss it, lick it,
suck it, work it and now eat it. Apparently in the months of waiting for
this Truth had built up quite the wish list for the pair of them to work
through and tonight they were finally starting. Usually Miz would have
tired of the foreplay by now and would have demanded they get down to
fucking but tonight he was making an exception. Tonight he was going to
take it slow and just ease Truth in and so he lifted Truth forward slightly
and his tongue darted into his hole. Licking it and teasing it as Truth
gave out approving pleasure filled noises.

"Fuck me..." Miz barely registered the words quietly mumbled by Truth as
his tongue dived further into Truth's hole but then they were repeated
louder and with more desperation. "Fuck me baby..."

Miz sat up and look directly at Truth who was laying back in almost total
ecstasy. He was trying to process what he had just heard. He wanted to
scream at Truth. This couldn't be happening. Not again.

"I want that dick inside me..."

As he spoke Truth's hand reached out and gently stroked Miz' hard
cock. Silently Miz cursed. How was it possible that he'd found himself with
another bottom again? How was it possible that Truth thought that he was a
top? But Miz knew the answer to that question. He was Truth's first, or at
least he thought he'd be his first man but as he looked down on Truth now
he wasn't so sure. There was no doubt he was his first in the WWE at least
though.

"Please baby..."

It was decision time. Miz looked down at his cock. He was horny as hell
there was no denying that and it wasn't as if he'd never topped before. He
could fuck Truth tonight and they could talk tomorrow. He'd have to end it
he thought. He'd have to be the guy who got laid and broke it off the next
day. But if he was going to do that he'd at least make sure he gave Truth a
good fuck tonight. Quickly he leant in and kissed Truth, slipping his
tongue into his lovers mouth before pulling free.

"You ready?"

"I'm ready baby"

Slowly Miz lined his cock up with Truth's hole and after taking a breath
pushed the head in. For a moment Miz nearly lost control and pulled back
out again. Truth was impossibly tight and as he forced his head inside Miz
could hear Truth cry out. Maybe, just maybe he was the first guy Truth had
been with...

* * * *

Randy Orton grunted as he squeezed the last of the cum from his cock into
the open mouth of his nameless fan and took a deep breath. It had taken a
while but this guy had finally worked him good enough to make him
cum. Orton had expected to feel better right about now but as he looked
around the cramped bathroom stall and then down at the fan, cum dribbling
down his chin, he realised he didn't. For a moment he wondered if he should
have fucked this guy. He supposed he still could. The idiot was still on
his knees his mouth open wide as if waiting for some kind of sign that it
was all over and that he should leave. Distractedly Orton wiped his cock on
the fans face, cleaning off the last of his cum and the spit that covered
it.

"Pull up my boxers..." The fan instantly obeyed the barked ordered and
Orton took a moment to adjust his still semi-hard cock in them before
barking a second order. "And the jeans."

Within a few seconds Orton was once again fully dressed and unlocked the
bathroom stall. The fan awkwardly rose to his feet and for a moment they
were uncomfortably pushed together as Orton pulled the door open and then
Randy practically pushed the fan out of the stall and out of his way. Orton
marched over to the sinks without another word whilst the fan mumbled
something and then hurried from the bathroom looking dejected. Perhaps he'd
expected Orton to be nicer or become more attached. Orton supposed he might
have done if the head had been better. Without thinking any more about it
Orton rinsed his hands under the tap.

"Have fun...?"

Orton looked up into the mirror and saw the unmistakable platinum blonde
hair of Dolph Ziggler reflected over his shoulder and smiled. Ziggler was
stood with his back to Orton at a urinal apparently taking a leak. Orton
wondered exactly how long he'd been there.

"I guess"

"Sounded like it..." Ziggler turned now and flashed Orton a giant grin in
the mirror before walking over to the sink next to him. "Not that I was
listening but it was hard to ignore."

"If I'd known you were out here I might have put on a bit more of a show."

"I'm sure you would have." Ziggler shot Orton a smaller grin this time and
then turned toward him so that he was leaning on the sink. "I was wondering
though are you always that... enthusiastic?"

It was Orton's turn to grin now. Although his lacked the fun and innocence
of Dolph's there was something much dirtier about it.

"And do you always make your... partners dress you again afterwards?"

"You know, if you want to find out I'm more than capable of going again!"

"So I hear..."

Orton raised a questioning eyebrow at this.

"You think people don't talk?" Ziggler moved a little closer to Orton now
so that he was almost whispering into his ear. "Your stamina
is... legendary!"

"Is that right?"

"Yeah..." The two men were practically pressed against one another now. "I
hear your personal best is seven times in one night."

"I'm pretty sure that with the right company I can get to eight... maybe
more!"

"Well then..." Suddenly Ziggler pulled away from Orton and was moving
toward the exit. "I hope that company comes along soon!"

"I'm gonna fuck you, you know that right?"

Orton's eyes were locked on Ziggler's ass. In his dark pants it looked
perfect. Just perfectly round and tight. Orton could easily see himself
tapping that ass for hours at a time and he knew Ziggler wanted it to.

"Maybe..." Ziggler was at the exit now and he turned back with another wide
grin on his face. "Not tonight though. I'm washing my hair!"

With a wink Ziggler was gone leaving Orton shaking his head and biting his
bottom lip. His cock was once again rock hard.

* * * *

Silently Miz closed the hotel room door and then quickly slipped his shoes
onto his feet before setting off down the corridor. R-Truth was asleep on
the crumpled sweaty bed they'd just fucked in. Miz had spent twenty minutes
just lying with him. All kinds of irritated and angry thoughts flying
through his head before finally making the decision to slip out. Part of
him felt guilty but a much larger part felt frustrated and fed up. He had
the worst luck with boyfriends. He could pick fuck buddies and hook ups
with ease and success but never someone to get serious with. Somehow he
always managed to attract other bottoms. First there was Morrison and then
Cena although that had at least started well but then he'd found Cena
getting drilled by Zack Ryder. And now there was R-Truth. Another
bottom. He needed a drink.

Without even thinking about it Miz had dragged himself to the hotel
bar. Despite the late hour there were still a surprisingly large number of
people lingering and many of them Miz recognised but he ignored them and
made his way to the bar.

"Give me anything alcoholic!"

The barman shot him a cautious look as if weighing up whether or not to
serve him and then a few seconds later slid a glass of amber liquid toward
him. Miz downed it and ordered another which the barman reluctantly
delivered before quickly finding a distraction on the other end of that
preventing Miz from ordering a third. For a moment Miz simply leant against
the bar trying to form a plan of action. Desperately trying to work out
what he was going to do about R-Truth. What was he going to say to him
tomorrow? He needed another drink. His eyes shot down the bar trying to
find the barman but he was gone from sight.

"You know fella that ass of yours is looking mighty fine tonight!" The
thick Irish accent of Sheamus was unmistakable and when it hit Miz' ears he
couldn't help but grin a little. "I was just sat over there watching it and
... well you should feel the effect its had on me fella!"

With this Sheamus closed his hand around Miz' wrist and pulled his hand
behind him and down to the Irishman's groin. Instantly Miz' hand came into
contact with a large solid mass hidden beneath Sheamus' jeans. The Miz
couldn't help himself, he squeezed at Sheamus' cock through his jeans and
felt the fully erect shaft.

"Now if I didn't have other plans tonight I'd have you bent over this bar
already but I do. The good news for you fella is that I'm free tomorrow so
I'll see you then!"

"And what makes you think I'm interested?"

"'Cause filthy little sluts like you don't say no to studs like me. And I
know I gave you the fuck of your life already and you want another taste."
Sheamus took a moment to let all that sink in before adding. "Oh and you've
still got your hand on me cock!"

Instinctively Miz withdrew his hand which had indeed still been firmly
gripping Sheamus' rock solid dick.

"Eight o'clock fella. Don't be late."

With that Sheamus was gone and slowly The Miz turned to watch him walk
away. He couldn't see who Sheamus' other plans for the night where and he
didn't much care his head was full of other thoughts. When he'd hooked up
with Sheamus it was because he was legendary for his one nighters. He got
bored easily and so he tended to fuck a guy once and move on and for a guy
in Miz' situation, desperate for a fuck but with a boyfriend, that had been
ideal. But now Sheamus had arranged a second hook-up. Maybe Miz had left a
lasting impression. He couldn't help but smile to himself at that thought.
Sheamus had been right, their fuck had been amazing although part of Miz
had put that down to months of pent up sexual frustration but now he wasn't
so sure. He'd find out for sure tomorrow night...


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