Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 13:06:45 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: WWE Road Stories Chapter 5

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"You going somewhere fella?"

Miz almost leapt out of his skin at the sound of Sheamus' question. The two
of them had been doing whatever this was now for a month but Miz had never
actually spent the night until now. Although truth be told Miz wasn't
entirely sure that trying to sneak out of a hotel room at 5am classed as
spending the night or not. Standing in the middle of the room half dressed
with his shoes in hands he certainly didn't feel like he'd spent the night.

"I..."

"You got somewhere to be fella? Got to get back to your..." Sheamus took an
exaggerated moment to find the right word. "boyfriend?"

Still clutching his shoes Miz slowly turned so that he was facing
Sheamus. The Irishman was half sat up in bed. His large muscular upper body
exposed with a sheet covering his lower half, although Miz knew the sheet
was all that was covering his lower half. The smile that filled his face
was broad. Clearly he thought he'd said something funny.

"Well... I guess we... sort of... technically... broke-up...."

Sheamus' smile faltered slightly at this news. Miz had broken things off
with Truth weeks ago. The break-up wasn't, strictly speaking, a result of
Miz' increasingly regular nights with Sheamus although those had certainly
given him a final push.

"Really? And you didn't tell me?"

"We don't really talk. I'm pretty sure this is the longest conversation
we've had in... well ever!"

"Well then fella you should come back to bed so we can not talk some
more..."

 Miz let his shoes drop back to the floor and with a smile on his face
climbed back into bed with Sheamus the Irishman pulling him on the bed by
his half buttoned shirt. Their lips meeting for a kiss as Miz straddled
Shaemus his hands hands instantly drawn to to Sheamus strong broad
chest. The hard muscle refusing to give against his fingers and palms. And
then, as he brushed a single finger tip over Sheamus' nipple, Miz heard the
Irishman give out a deep low growl...

* * * * *

Zack Ryder felt sunlight seeping into his reluctantly opening eyes and let
out a groan.

"I don't mind you sneaking out to the gym but you could at least not open
the curtains!"

"But I know how much you like to see me in my workout gear."

"I like seeing you in it after you've worked out not before at whatever
stupid time this is. There's a difference you know. Mainly the hot and
sweaty thing. Its kinda sexy."

"You think everything's kinda sexy."

"I think you're kinda sexy!"

Ryder fully opened his eyes and let the early morning sun overwhelm them
for a moment before focus on the large figure standing over him. John Cena
was smiling down at him in his workout gear as advertised. A loose fitting
vest, shorts and sneakers.

"That might be the cheesiest line you've used yet!"

"Come here..." Cena leant down into the bed, just close enough for Ryder to
be able to grab his vest and pull him in for a kiss. Their lips and tongues
meeting for a moment before parting once again. "You know there are other,
more enjoyable, ways to get hot and sweaty right?"

"I'll be 45 minutes. An hour tops. And I'll come back all hot and sweaty
just for you."

Cena grabbed a gym bag from beside the bed and gave Ryder a salute goodbye
before turning toward the door of their shared hotel room. As he turned
Ryder's attention was unavoidably drawn to the perfect large round ass that
was pressing against supposedly loose fitting shorts. And as Cena walked
the view just got better with the shorts slowly beginning to ride up just a
little out lining each check.

"Damn baby, I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave!"

* * * * *

"Harder..." Dolph Ziggler felt a hand grab his hair as a set of strong
solid hips slapped against him. "That's it. Don't stop."

Big E Langston pulled at Ziggler's hair arching the blonde's back before
pushing his face down and burying it in the sheets of the bed muffling his
cries. Langston could feel the beads of sweat rolling down from his
forehead and over his big solid frame. More than that he could feel it
building. Feel himself reaching critical mass. He wanted to hold it in, to
pull it back but it was useless. Ziggler's ass was gripping him tight. Too
tight. There was no escaping what was coming. His breathing was
faltering. His grunts becoming more strained and desperate.

"I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

Langston pulled his cock from Dolph's ass at the moment of eruption and as
the orgasm swept through his body the cum exploded from his cock. Shot
after shot of the thick white liquid raining onto Ziggler's back. And then
it was done and Langston fell back into a sitting position drained and
disappointed.

"Already? And Jesus, on my back? We talked about this..."

For a moment Dolph remained on all fours. He could feel the warmth of
Langston's load pooling on his back. This wasn't how this was supposed to
be ending. They had indeed talked about this.

"I'm sorry baby... I'm real-"

"Don't!" Carefully Dolph began to manoeuvre himself off of the bed. It was
bad enough that Langston's load was covering his back the last thing he
wanted was for everything else to get covered as well. "I'm going to take a
shower."

"Should I...?" Langston wasn't quite able to bring himself to finish that
sentence. The final word would sting just a little too much.

"No. I can do this myself."

Without looking back at Langston Dolph carefully made his way to the
hotel's bathroom. Looking back at Langston would just make it harder to be
pissed and right now Dolph wanted to be pissed. If he looked back then he'd
see that big dumb look of disappointment and Langston's big dark body would
be gleaming from the sweat and Dolph would want him again. And right now he
didn't want that. He wanted to be pissed. He wanted to be pissed that after
weeks of work Langston was still the tentative guy he'd started out
as. Still so unsure of him self and still constantly looking for
reassurance. And worse than that he still couldn't control himself. He
still couldn't last.

As he entered the shower Dolph could feel his frustration continuing to
build. This was supposed to be fun by now. He was supposed to have
unleashed the power top in Langston by now. The man was a beast and he
should act like on. More importantly he should fuck like one. Or at least
fuck Dolph like one. That was the whole point of this. That was why he'd
taken him under his wing. He wanted to build his own top but he'd ended up
with Big E Langston. A beast in everything but action. And then the warm
water of the shower hit him and it all started to wash away. The cum, the
sweat, the sex and the frustration.

None of this was Langston's fault. Not really. And he was trying. Maybe the
problem was that he didn't have the right teacher. Or maybe Dolph was using
the wrong teaching methods. Maybe he should enlist the help of some
friends. Let them spend a night or two with Langston and see if they get
better results. Cody and Ted liked to play with others. Then again Big E
wasn't really Ted's type. Too big. Too much of a threat. So maybe he should
bring someone else into play in their bed. Another top to teach by
example...

Dolph shut off the shower and with it that train of thought. Before he did
anything else he needed to make it up to Langston. He needed to show him
that he appreciated his efforts and make sure he was motivated to keep
trying. It was time for some positive reinforcement.

"Hey..."

Dolph was stood in the door way of the bathroom as he spoke. The water from
his shower still dripping down his ripped body. Big E Langston was sat on
the edge of the bed. As Dolph had expected he was wearing his big dumb
disappointment face and that big black body was still gleaming as a result
of a coating of sweat. More impressive was that Langston's thick 7 inch
cock wasn't quite deflated. He might not last but at least he wasn't one
and done.

"I'm really sorry. I tried. I really tried. I just..."

Langston was silenced as Dolph's finger placed itself on his lips. After
just a moment's pause the finger began to move south. The tip slowly moving
down Langston's neck, over his large chest and across his hard defined
stomach. There it reach a patch of trimmed hair before gliding up the shaft
of Langston's cock. Dolph's single touch sent blood flowing back to
Langston's member. Within seconds he was fully erect and carefully Dolph
dropped down to his knees. As Dolph's mouth engulfed the head of Langston's
cock a deep moan filled the room. It was time for another round...

* * * * *

Mason Ryan had been expecting to be alone in the gym. Ever since Morrison
had left he'd been getting what he considered unwanted attention and
switched to odd workout hours as an avoidance tactic. Usually it
worked. He'd be able to slip into the gym unnoticed and workout in peace
but not this morning. This morning when he entered the weight room John
Cena had been in the corner lifting.

At first Mason had thought about leaving. He liked to be alone when he
worked out. He liked to enter his own world and didn't have the time or
focus for conversation. But as he watched Cena he realised that the two of
them were a lot alike. Cena seemingly hadn't even noticed that Mason had
entered the room let alone shown any desire to start a conversation. He was
absorbed in his workout and so Mason had decided to stay. His morning
workout had not been the focused isolated experience it usually was
though. He'd found it near impossible to stop watching Cena. The guy was
pounding the weights and lifting big. Huge even. And as he lifted the sweat
began to pour and his clothes began to cling. In the end Mason had been
unable to focus on anything other than Cena's impossibly large round
ass. It was a bubble, a perfect bubble and the harder he worked the more
his shorts clung to it. Mason knew that his own shorts had grown tighter as
he watched and as Cena finally seemed done for the morning and made his way
to the locker room Mason's erection was almost painfully throbbing.

Without warning Mason was moving. He wasn't aware of making the decision to
move and yet he was moving. Not moving but following. Following Cena into
the locker room. And then he was watching again. Watching as Cena took a
long drink from a bottle of water. Maybe he'd been hoping that Cena would
shower here before heading up to his room but if that was the case he was
to be disappointed Cena had thrown the water bottle into a bag and was
making for the exit.

Once again without being conscious of it Mason was moving. Within just a
few strides he was across the locker room and before he could stop himself
he had a handful of Cena's vest. With alarming speed and power Cena was
pinned against a set of lockers and Mason was kissing him. For a moment,
maybe out of instinct and nothing else, the kiss was returned. Their
tongues met and tangled but then the moment passed and Cena wasn't
returning the kiss he was fighting. He was pushing back against Mason and
pulling away from the kiss.

"What the fuck!"

"We're fucking right now!"

Mason went in for another kiss but Cena avoided it. He was pushing and
fighting now trying to get himself free of the lockers but Mason was bigger
and stronger than him. It was an unusual experience for Cena and he wasn't
a fan.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't act like you don't want it. Not after that little show you put on
out there!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

As he struggled against him Cena could feel Mason's hard dick pressing
against him. It seemed to be getting harder and bigger with every second
that passed and no matter how much he tried he couldn't break free of
Mason's grip.

"Don't play dumb you filthy slut. You've been showing me that perfect ass
of yours all morning."

Finally Cena was able to break free of Mason's grip and push the bigger man
off of him. Mason stumbled back and as he did a look of complete horror
came over his face. Consciousness had returned and he was suddenly very
aware of what was happening. And what was happening right now was John Cena
giving him a look of disgust.

"Jesus John! I'm sorry. I don't know what... I'm sorry...."

Cena didn't respond. He just left and all Mason could do was watch him
leave.

* * * * *

"Tell me more I want to know!"

Ted DiBiase was sat up in bed watching as Cody Rhodes picked out his outfit
for the day. It fascinated him that Cody could spend hours switching
between shirts that all appeared to be the same shade of white and suits
that all looked the same just in a slightly different colour. Mainly though
Ted liked to watch Cody go through this particular part of his morning
routine because as he examined each shirt and each suit he looked
incredibly cute. Unfortunately Cody had already picked out his underwear
for the day, a pair of black briefs that he was wearing as he scanned
through his shirts and suits.

"You don't want to know more."

"I do. That's why I'm asking." Ted was grinning from ear to ear at this
point. Cody on the other hand seemed to be growing increasingly
frustrated. "I want to know more about this infamous daddy phase of
yours. Now are you going to tell me or do I have to go full blown Southern
drawl on you? You know you can't resist that?"

Cody sighed in resignation and abandoning his attempt to pick out his
outfit turned toward the bed and DiBiase.

"Fine. What is it you want to know?"

"Everything..."

As he spoke Ted slipped into his exaggerated Southern drawl and his grin
grew even broader. In response Cody crawled onto the bed and after planting
a quick kiss on Ted dropped into the bigger man's arms. After a second of
readjustment Cody's head was pressed against Ted's chest with one of the
big man's arms wrapped around.

"You know if you ever decide to use your powers for evil I'm screwed!"

"Yeah, yeah less wisecracking and more talking!"

"Like I said, what do you want to know?"

"And like I said, everything. Why don't you start with who there was? I
mean I know about Bob obviously but who else?"

"You really want to know this?"

"I really want to know." Ted pulled Cody a little closer and tighter into
him. If Cody was being honest this was his favourite time of the day. Every
morning would follow the same routine. He'd get up and start going through
his daily rituals and eventually Ted would talk him back into bed and
they'd just lay together like this. Cody pressed against Ted's large hard
muscular frame. "Don't you want to tell me?"

"There's not much to tell."

"Alright. Fine." For a moment the two men were silent but it didn't
last. "If you don't want to tell me that, tell me this. Do you still have
it? Your daddy thing? Just a little..."

"I don't know. I guess a little."

"Yeah? For who?"

Cody knew this game. He'd say that he thought someone was cute or agree
when Ted said someone looked good and the next thing he knew Ted would be
bringing them to bed with them. Admittedly it was usually a hell of a lot
of fun but there was a part of him, an increasingly large part, that wanted
it to be just him and Ted. But he knew Ted didn't want that. Not yet
anyway.

"Well... I guess there's Mr McMahon..."

"Yeah, who else?"

"Billy Gunn's pretty hot and Val Venis..." Ted said nothing to these names
he just let the silence spread until Cody filled it. "Bob's still hot and
so's Dean.... Malenko"

"Still? You been there before, huh?"

"Maybe..."

Again the silence spread across the room but this time it was Ted that
broke it.

"Just so you know if you ever leave me for an old guy I'm gonna be pissed!"

* * * * *

As the elevator doors opened John's breathing has just about returned to
normal. He'd never experienced anything like that before and he'd never
seen Mason Ryan act like that either. Usually the guy was so quiet and just
hidden away. Apparently what they say is true, its always the quiet
ones. But as weird and uncomfortable as the whole thing had been there was
part of him that had been excited. He'd never been overpowered before and
never really come face-to-face with a guy that much bigger and stronger
than him. Not like that anyway. Even now just thinking about it he could
feel his dick stirring in his shorts...

He pushed those thoughts from his mind as he swiped his key card and
unlocked the hotel room door.

"Damn..." Zack Ryder stepped out of the bathroom as Cena entered the room
and stopped in his tracks. "Have I ever told you how good you look after a
workout?"

"Once or twice."

"Well what you doing all the way over there baby? Come here."

Cena's workout clothes were clinging to him like a second
skin. Highlighting every ripple and defined edge of muscle. Ryder didn't
seem to care that he was still wet with sweat. He pulled Cena closer to him
and they were kissing. Their hard bodies pressed against one another as
their lips and tongues met. And as they kissed Ryder's hands travelled down
Cena's broad back to his ass and gently squeezed. Here the kiss broke.

"Fuck me!"

"I was planning to..."

"No. Right now. Fuck me."

Cena tugged at the waist band of his shorts pulling them down to his
knees. As he did so he turned away from Ryder and toward the desk that
filled a corner of the room. As he leant against it his ass was thrust
toward Ryder.

"Damn. Someone's horny."

"Come on baby I want it right here. Right now."

Ryder stroked his own rapidly hardening cock as he stepped toward Cena. And
then he was guiding the head of his cock into Cena's hole and with a slow
roll of his hips he was inside Cena.

"Ah fuck..."

Slowly Ryder began to feed his 8 inches to Cena.

"Faster. Harder. I want you."

On command Ryder thrust himself into Cena who moaned in response. He
withdrew and then thrust in again. And again. Each thrust harder and faster
than the last. And each thrust met with a moan or cry of pleasure from
Cena. Clearly he was in the mood for something much rougher and harder than
normal and Ryder was more than willing to oblige. His every thrust was
harder and rougher than the last. Pushing deeper and deeper into
Cena. Making him moan and cry louder and louder. Within a minute Ryder had
hit a rhythm. Thrusting in and out of Cena at pace. His thighs and hips
smacking against Cena's exposed flesh. His hands grabbing at Cena's vest
pulling it tight around him.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Cena couldn't get enough. He felt like he was watching from above. He could
see the whole thing playing out perfectly. Reflected back at him in a
mirror behind the desk. He could see the look of pleasure etched onto his
face and the same look on Zack's as they fucked harder than they had
before. He could see Ryder's own muscled and defined body tensing and
straining with each thrust. His chest, abs and arms looked incredible with
each powerful thrust. Cena wanted to reach out and touch them but all he
could feel was the cool glass of the mirror. And then Zack pulled out of
him.

"Get on the bed!"

Zack didn't wait for Cena to move. He still had hold of his vest and
dragged him toward the bed before throwing him onto it. Cena was then
flipped onto his back, his shorts ripped off and his legs pulled up into
the air. Once again Zack was guiding the head of his cock toward Cena's
hole but this time he didn't push into it. Instead he left it just at the
entrance. Just teasing Cena with his head.

"Fuck me!"

"You want me? You want my dick in you?"

"Fuck me!"

"Say it..."

"I want you. I want your dick in me. Now fuck me!"

Ryder thrust right back into Cena's hole. There was no build up of momentum
this time. Instead it was right back into the previous rhythm. Ryder
thrusting into Cena with speed and strength. As Ryder thrust Cena wrapped
his legs around Zack's hips and back entangling the two men together and
drawing Ryder's body closer to him. Close enough to touch. Cena's hands
were grabbing at Ryder's arms, chest and abs. Every inch solid and
defined. And then Cena's hands were on his own body. Tugging at his vest
and ripping it off before grabbing at his chest and stomach. Moving down to
his hard cock.

"Yeah jerk that cock. Cum for me."

Cena didn't need the instruction he was already working his cock at
speed. Matching the pace of Ryder's hard powerful thrusts into him. He
could feel his load building instantly and his body tensing as he tried and
failed to hold it back.

"I'm gonna cum...!"

Zack's thrusts slowed as Cena's orgasm washed through his body. His cum
spraying from his cock onto his stomach and chest. Shot after shot mixing
with the sweat that coated him.

"Ah fuck yeah baby! You want my cum to?"

"Yeah! Give it to me! Give me that cum!"

"Ah fuck! Fuck yeah! Fuck!"

Zack pulled out of Cena as he came. His cum firing onto Cena's body and
mixing with Cena's own load and sweat. And for a moment he stood
panting. His dick softening and his breathing slowly returning to
normal. Cena to was breathing deep and soaking up the post-sex high. And
then Zack's tongue was on Cena. On his stomach. Lapping up the cum and
sweat as it snaked its way over his chest toward Cena's mouth. Toward a
kiss. Their tongues meeting as spit, sweat and cum mixed in their
mouths. When the kiss broke Zack collapsed onto the bed next to Cena.

"Fuck! That was..."

"Amazing!" Cena finished the sentence before slowly pulling himself up off
the bed. "I don't know about you but I need a shower..."

Zack couldn't help but smile as he watched Cena walk to the bathroom. His
large ass bouncing slightly with each step. Already he could feel his cock
springing back into life. It was going to be a fun morning.