Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2011 08:54:48 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack Chapter 10 Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack Chapter 10 I woke up early the next morning and by the time that Nick woke up I was making breakfast. I woke up super horny and I was hoping to get on Nick's good side by cooking for him and, besides, I just wanted to show him that I cared. So, besides getting up so early, I even made an early morning run to the supermarket to get all the ingredients that I needed. "Morning sunshine," I said, as Nick walked into the kitchen. "I didn't think you would ever get up, dude." "I'm up," said Nick. "I'm up. Wait, are you seriously making breakfast in a towel?" "Yup." "That's hot," said Nick, nodding his head and smiling. He walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I feel like I'm on the Spice Channel or the Playboy Network." "Nope. You're on the Brady Channel. All Brady, all the time." "I don't think I can handle that." "Dude, sit down at the table and I'll bring breakfast over." Nick walked over to the table, which was only a few steps away, and sat down. My apartment was really small so the kitchen table was only a couple of steps away from the stove and the kitchen counter. Not long after Nick sat down I brought over breakfast, which consisted of scrambled eggs, pancakes with loads of butter, and a plate of just sausage. Yup, there was lots of grease involved, but that's how I liked it. I put a plate in front of Nick and sat down. "Dig in, Nick," I said. "Oh, wait! I forgot the maple syrup," and I hopped back into the kitchen and fished it out of one of the cabinets. "There you go." Nick looked at the plate and shook his head. "I don't eat eggs, Brady," he said. "What do you mean you don't eat eggs? Everybody eats eggs. It's gotta be the best natural source of protein there is. Dude, really?" "I don't Brady," said Nick. "I just don't eat them." "Alright, Nick, I'll eat all the eggs then." I reached over and grabbed Nick's plate and used my fork to slide all of the eggs from his plate onto mine. "You can have the pancakes and the sausage," I continued. "I have to say, pancakes are my specialty. Seriously, everyone in my family knows about my famous pancakes." "I have to stay away from the carbs, too," Nick remarked, shrugging. He avoided looking at me, but I was staring right at him. "Really, Nick?" I was thinking to myself. "You know, I'm trying to keep my weight down," he said, "so... um... no carbs. Sorry, man." "C'mon, Nick. This is, like, our first breakfast together. You can have pancakes just this once, right? I won't kick you out of bed tomorrow if you put on a few pounds." "Brady, I'm not eating your pancakes," Nick said. He still wasn't looking at me, but I kept looking at him. I was getting a little pissed, but he looked so hot sitting there that it wasn't hard for me to keep my cool. In fact, I really wanted to tip the table over, run over to this wrestler, pin him to the ground, and fuck his brains out. Nick was saying something, but I had completely zoned out as I pictured myself on top of Nick, running my hands over every inch of his body. I flipped him over so he was face down on the floor of the kitchen and slapped his thick bubble ass a few times before guiding my fingers over to his tight pink hole. I pushed first one and then two fingers in. Nick moaned in pleasure, head tossed back, eyes closed and his tight wrestler body squirmed on the floor of the kitchen as I pushed a third finger in. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," Nick whispered. "That's the idea," I replied. I pulled my fingers out of Nick's tight hole and I positioned my body over his. I angled my dick down toward his hole and pushed it in. Nick's hole was so tight that his whole body tensed underneath me as I pushed my eleven inch cock into his 130-lb body. "Ah! Fuck!" Nick yelled. "Sorry, Brady," said Nick, "but I'll eat the sausage and that's it. No pancakes." "What?" I asked, snapping out of my daydream. "Sausage?" "Yeah," Nick replied, picking up one of the beef sausages and moving it towards his mouth with a fork. When I looked up I saw Nick with half of a thick sausage hanging out of his mouth. "I love sausage," he said. "I fucking love 'em." "I have a sausage for you," I whispered, winking at Nick. The little guy looked so cute there, shirt off, big round nipples staring right at me. My cock was growing harder and harder, throbbing, making a tent in the white towel around my waist. "Brady," Nick said, with a laugh. "Dude, you went through all this trouble making breakfast and now you want to fuck?" "Well, you don't want most of the breakfast anyway. Look at me. I'm eating six pancakes and four eggs right now." "It's not my fault you fucked up breakfast." "Dude, get over here," I said, standing up. "I'm gonna fuck you, right now, and it's gonna be awesome." "Oh yeah?" "I want you to ride me dick, right here in the kitchen." "Dude, the neighbors might hear us," Nick said. "I don't care." Nick stood up and walked over to me. He laughed when he looked down and saw my cock poking out of the side of my towel. He ripped my towel off and tossed it over to the other side of the kitchen. He got down on his knees and looked up at me for a minute. Just seeing his face staring up into mine was nearly enough to send me over the edge. Nick refocused his attention down on my dick, opening his mouth. He licked the head of my throbbing dick, paying special attention to the underside. He swallowed the precum that hung off the tip of my cock. "That's it?" I asked. "That's just the beginning," Nick said. He smiled up at me, and then directed his attention back to my cock. He opened his mouth wide and took my fat cock into his mouth. I put my hands on his head and tussled his hair. "That feels so good," I said. Nick licked the underside of my cock with his tongue and steadily took my dick further and further into his mouth. He gagged a little as he struggled to get it all in, but managed to get my cock to the back of his throat. I gave the wrestler a helping hand as I guided his head down on my dick with my hands. He looked up with me with those big brown eyes as he hoovered my cock and I almost came write there. "Stop," I said. "Nick, stop." "What's wrong, man?" "I want you to sit on my dick." Nick stood up and I pulled him over with me to one of the kitchen chairs. I sat down and after I put the condom on, I took a few fingers and greased them up by rubbing my hands on the sausage on the table. Freshly greased, I slapped Nick's fuckable ass a few times and started lubing up his hole. "Seriously, Brady? You're greasing up my ass? That's crazy." Nick slapped my hand away and positioned his shredded body over my dick, holding on to the sides of the chair to steady himself. Fresh off of training and cutting weight for the wrestling season, Nick's body was so ripped that I could not pull my eyes away. The curve from his thin waist to his thick ass was incredibly hot, and I could see ever muscle in his back. His ass looked so tight as he lowered himself down with his back facing me... I felt like, "God, what did I do to deserve such a hot fuck buddy?" Nick moaned as I pushed my dick into him and, within a few seconds, he was sitting all the day down on my cock. He arched his back as I thrust my cock up into him. "Oh my fucking god," he said. "That feels so fucking good." Nick and I worked ourselves into a rhythm where he sat down on my dick at the same time that I thrust upward from the chair. The feeling of Nick's incredible ass on my pubes was unbelievable. "Oh fuck!" Nick said as I began fucking him harder. "You like that, baby?" I asked him. "Yeah." "Ride my fucking dick." I put my arms around Nick and pulled his body closer to mine as I fucked him. His tight hole was squeezing my dick and the feeling was indescribable. After a few minutes of this, I sat down flat on the chair, letting Nick do all of the work, and I watched as his ass bounced up and down. I slapped Nick's ass some more and then positioned my hands on his hips, guiding his body down towards my cock. Pretty soon, Nick said, "Fuck, Brady, I'm gonna cum soon." "Cum for me, baby," I said, and I began thrusting my bottle thick cock harder and faster into his ass. It was the fastest I had ever fucked anyone and I bear-hugged Nick's body close to mine so he didn't fall off the chair. "Ah, Fuck!" cried Nick. "Fuck me harder. Ah! Ah! I'm cumming! Fuck!" Nick suddenly grew still as he sat on my cock, balls deep, and his body tensed with each successive spurt of cum. Because his back was to me, I couldn't see the cum as it came out, but I felt some of it land on my thigh and soon the sticky jizz was dripping down my leg. After Nick was done cumming, I started fucking him again until I was close to cumming, too. "I'm getting close," I moaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close." "Let me help you, man," Nick said, and he pulled himself off of my dick and turned around. He ripped off the condom and tossed it in the trash and then started jerking my cock as fast as he could. As he jerked my dick, I rubbed my hands on his shoulders and back, turned on by the feel of his knotty muscles. "Shit, here I come," I said, and closed my eyes. Before I knew it, Nick had taken my cock back into his mouth and the first shot of my cum hit the back of his throat. I put my hands on Nick's head and held him still as I launched shot after shot down his throat. Nick closed his eyes, too, to concentrate on swallowing the cum and when I was done cumming, I heard a plop as my cock fell out of Nick's mouth. I looked down and I saw that Nick had cum dripping down the corners of his mouth and down his chin. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him, getting a taste of my own salty cum. I licked the cum off of his chin and kissed him again. "That was good, right?" I asked, slapping Nick on the ass. "It was awesome," the wrestler replied. A couple of weeks later, I was standing behind the counter of the Kamikaze Shack, feeling pretty bummed. I had my last final that morning and the fall semester was officially over. I was happy that I was flying home the next morning for Winter Break and that Nick was going to meet me out there, but I had other things on my mind, too. "I don't know," said the chick standing in front of the truck, looking up at the menu. "Can I have two scoops of chocolate ice cream on a sugar cone, with cinnamon sprinkles, a root beer float, and a funnel cake with powdered sugar?" "A funnel cake?" I asked. "We don't have that." Seriously, what does she think this is? The fucking county fair? This is the Kamikaze Shack, a very low budget operation. "No funnel cake?" asked the blond. "Alright, what about everything else, except that. Wait! I want coffee too. That's your specialty, right?" "You want coffee instead of the root beer float?" "Wait, what about coffee flavored ice cream and iced coffee?" the girl asked. "That's not too much coffee, is it? Does the coffee ice cream have caffeine in it?" "I have no idea. I guess. Maybe." "Yeah. That's what I want." "What? Start from the beginning..." And that's how my night went, as bimbo after bimbo laid siege to the Kamikaze Shack, now that finals were over. As the night wind down, all I could think to myself is "I hope I didn't fail organic chemistry." The final was so hard and I had spent most of the semester doing... well, you guys know what I have been doing this semester and it wasn't studying. "BRRRIIINNNGGG!" It was my mobile phone and I picked it up. "Yo," I said. "Brady, it's Nate. Nate Holderman. What are you up to, man?" "I'm about to close up the shack," I replied. Somehow, the sound of Nate's voice made me feel a little better. "I'm heading home tomorrow, too. Back to Colorado. My flight leaves at ten." "I remember. That's awesome. You'll get to play hockey with your friends back home, right?" "Yup." "Dude, are you alright? You sound really down." "I don't know, man," I said, with a sigh. "I think I failed Orgo and my dad is gonna kill me when he finds out." "Dude, you're not gonna find out your grade for a few weeks so you might as well just forget about it for now." I could picture Nate's usual million dollar grin, even over the phone, and I have to be honest, it made me smile. I was feeling better already. "You should go out," Nate continued. "There's a party at Rusty's frat house tonight." I remembered my last run in at Rusty's frat, Chi Omege Chi (Kappa Chapter), which was mostly memorable for an unending stream of jocks and an endless supply of cum. "I think I'll pass," I said. "That's alright, buddy," Nate said. "We can stay in." "We?" I asked. "What do you have in mind, dude?" Uh Oh. That's how it always begins. "You know," Nate began, and then he paused for a few seconds, "I could run by the DVD store and pick up something and we might just... you know... watch a movie. There's something awesome that I really wanted to see and you might like it too, man." "What movie did you wanna see, Nate?" "It's 'Succulent Spies of the Soviet Union'. Have you seen that one? I hear it's panty dropping from Vilnius to Vladivostok. And you know what they say about Lithuanian women..." "Actually, bro, no I don't. What DO they say about Lithuanian women?" "I think you're going to have to watch the movie with me to find out. How can you say no to that?" "I don't think I can, my friend. I don't think I can. I'm there, Nate. Count me in." About an hour later I closed up the Kamikaze Shack and soon after that I was sitting in Nate's apartment and we were watching 'Succulent Spies of the Soviet Union'. The subtitles kinda ruined it for me, but just in case you were wondering, those spies were, indeed, pretty succulent. And you know what they say about Lithuanian women... "That was pretty good, man," I said, when the movie was over. "Good choice, dude. Good choice." We were sitting on the edge of Nate's bed and it was getting pretty late. I have to admit, a couple times during the movie I snuck a few peaks at Nate when I didn't think he was looking. He had to get up and manually lower the volume on the TV because the volume controls on the remote were jammed and I took more than one peek at that juicy quarterback ass. The lights were off so I was pretty sure that Nate didn't catch me looking. He looked pretty good today. He was wearing a t-shirt and his pecs looked pretty big under his shirt. His arms looked pretty good, too, and I could see the striations in his triceps out of the corner of my eye. But the best part was that beefy ass in his jeans. I wanted to jump up from the bed and give it a squeeze when he lowered the volume on the TV, but I figured I should forego any nookie tonight since I had a flight the next day and I hadn't even packed yet. "I guess you've gotta be pretty excited, man," Nate said, after the movie was finished. "You're going skiing, right?" "Yeah, my family does it every year and it can get kinda old, but Nick's never been skiing before so he might get it a kick out of it. I don't know." Nate nodded and avoided my eyes. "I've never been skiing before, either. I'm pretty sure I'd spend half the time on my ass. You know... from falling down and stuff." "I got ya." "So I guess you and Nick are heating up, huh, Brady?" I laughed and shook my head. "We're not talking about that." "Why not?" Nate said, looking over at me. "Nick's a lucky guy. I mean, really lucky. You're fucking awesome," and Nate tussled my hair with one of his hands. As Nate returned his hand to his side, I grabbed it. "You're hand smells weird," I said, pulling it close to my face so I could smell it. "Dude, have you been scratching your balls?" "Um... maybe. Why?" "Wait, were you just scratching your balls... I mean, from the inside?" "Well... could be. I don't know." "What the fuck, man!" I shouted. "You were just scratching your balls and you decided to put your hands in my hair. WHat the fuck! I don't want you to touch me with your scrotum fingers." "Scrotum fingers? Dude, calm down." "I'm calm, I just don't want your hands on me after you put them on your balls, dude. That's all." "Alright," said Nate. "I promise not to touch you with my ball-sack fingers." "Scrotum fingers." "Scrotum fingers." "Do you even know what a scrotum is?" I asked, punching Nate in the shoulder. "I'm not as stupid as you think I am, man," said Nate, and then he swallowed. He looked down at the floor. "I know you think I'm stupid, but I'm not. I mean, I'm a decent guy and I'm not Albert Einstein or a rocket scientist, but I'm not an idiot either." "I don't care, Nate. I mean, I don't think you're stupid. Not anymore." "Duly noted." Nate scooted over on the bed a little bit and his shoulder was touching mine. That was all it took for me to get hard and my dick began making a tent in my jeans. Next thing I knew, Nate's knee was touching my knee and, before I could say "disestablishmentarianism" I felt a hand on my thigh. "Nate," I said, "I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, this isn't just fucking anymore because we've done it a few times. And, I guess you know that I kinda have something going with Nick." "Yeah, what do you have going on with Nick?" Nate looked at me with those baby blues and I would be lying if I said I wasn't turned on. Nate was a big guy and every time we had fucked it had been hot, besides that, for a big jock, he was an awesome cock sucker. "I don't know." "Close your eyes," Nate said. "What?" "Just close 'em." Nate got up and I felt him move behind me and put his hands over my eyes. "Picture this: you're lying on a beach in Hawaii, sitting on the sand. You're buck naked and the waves are running up and hitting your legs. You see someone walking towards you out of the corner of your eye and...um... you thought no one else was on the beach, but you. Who's there, man? Who's on the beach, walking towards you?" I sighed. "It's you," I said, and I felt Nate lower me down to the bed. I felt his weight as he lowered his body on top of mine and his hands were moving up and down my body: one hand under my shirt, the other squeezing my shoulder. Within moments our clothes were off and I felt Nate on top of me again, only this time I could feel his huge cock rubbing against my abs. Nate put his arms around me and kissed me. After kissing and grinding in bed for a while, I grabbed Nate by the shoulders and spun him around so he was lying under me. "You're not fucking me, this time," I said. "Alright, dude," Nate said. "You get to fuck ME this time," and Nate turned over and laid face down in the bed. Even laying flat in the bed his beefy quarterback ass was sticking straight up in the air. Nate's ass was a sight to behold. Seriously, it was an award winning ass with two big slabs of flesh curving down to muscular thighs. As I put the condom on my cock I asked Nate, "Have you ever been fucked before?" "No," he said in a soft voice. "This is my first time." I rubbed Nate on the back to let him know that I would be gentle and I maneuvered my cock over his hole. Nate bent his arms behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart for me. It was a beautiful hole. A tight, pink jock hole. I started to worry that my dick might be too big for his ass, but I pushed the head in. "Ohhhhh..." Nate moaned. "Oh fuck..." I lowered my body down onto Nate's and put my arms around him. I kissed him on the back of the neck. "If it hurts too much," I said, "let me know and I'll stop, okay?" "No," Nate said. "Fuck, it feels so good having your dick inside me. Fuck me, man. Fuck me." I worked my thrusts deeper and deeper and Nate's moans grew louder. His beefy body squirmed in the bed underneath me and I continued to bearhug him as I fucked him. "Shit," said Nate. "Your cock is so huge. Fill me up. Oh fuck!" Listening to this quarterback's moans as his body wiggled underneath me was so hot that I knew it would not be long before I was cumming. Nate was so hot that I kissed his neck and shoulders again as I fucked him. He turned his face to the side and I kissed him on the mouth as I sped up the rhythm of my thrusts. Before long, Nate was backing his ass up off the bed onto my deck and, soon after that, I yelled, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" My cock was still inside Nate's ass as I unleashed shot after shot of come. I lowered my body completely flat so that my chest was resting on Nate's ripped back as the cum shot out of my dick. "Oh my god," I whispered as the last of the cum squeezed out. "I didn't mean to cum so soon, Nate." I pulled my dick out of Nate's ass and tossed the condom away. My cock head was covered in sticky cum and Nate flipped over and took my cock into his mouth. "Oh my god!" I said. Nothing feels better than a jock taking your cum-soaked cock into their mouth and swallowing the last drops of cum, and I tossed my head back in pleasure. Nate moaned and jerked his own cock as he kept my dick in his mouth. He must have liked the feeling of my dick on his lips because before I knew it he said, "Oh shit! Here I cum!" I laid flat on the bed and Nate proceeded to cum on my chest. I had never seen so much cum come out of one person at one time. Shot after shot of thick white cum jumped out of Nate's dick and landed in the cleft between my pecs, on my neck, and around my nipples. "Oh my god," said Nate, as he continued to cum. He just kept cumming and cumming. When he was done, Nate lowered his body down onto mine and hugged me. "Dude, you're getting cum all over yourself," I said. "I don't care," he said. Nate hugged me and closed his eyes. We laid like that for a few minutes, our bodies side by side in the bed. We had our arms around each other. "Do you think you could ever care about me as much as you do about Nick?" Nate asked. "What?" "I mean... nevermind." I sighed and I spent a couple of minutes thinking about what Nate said. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought to myself. "I can't play around with Nate like this." Obviously, it seemed as if Nate thought that what the two of us were doing was more than what I thought it was, but what could I do at this point? "Nate," I said, sitting up in bed. "We need to talk," but when I looked down at the quarterback, he was fast asleep, again. TO BE CONTINUED [Usual disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, although inspired by real people. All feedback is welcome, including the mildly irritating emails about typos. Just kidding. You guys can e-mail me at the address above or visit my blog: http://robotsinmasquerade.blogspot.com/ Take it easy, guys (and girls?), and thanks for the support.] COPYRIGHT 2011