Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 02:27:03 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 12 Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 12 "I'm up, boys," said the gym manager. "You ready?" "Who the fuck are you?" asked Hamilton Briggs, one of my hockey teammates from high school. Everyone called him "Ham". "He's the manager," I said, covering my crotch with my hands. Ham and I were both stark naked at this point. "And... um... it looks like he wants to join in," I continued, winking at Ham. Ham shrugged and the gym manager walked over to us. "I'm Scott," he said, as he pushed Ham down to his knees. Ham was a pretty big guy. He clocked in at almost 200 lbs of solid muscle, with 19 inch biceps and thick, meaty pecs. This was all topped by a mop of short red hair that made him look like a big kid, and a wide grin. Ham, down on his knees, smiled up at Scott as he reached forward and began to unzip his pants. I laughed to myself as I sat down on the weight bench and watched Ham open his mouth wide. It almost seemed like my life had turned into one long scene from the film 'Double-Jointed Horndogs From The Crab Nebula'. "That's it," said Scott as Ham licked his cock head and up and and down his shaft. "Just like that." Scott stripped off his shirt, revealing a thick chest covered in dense brown hair. His huge biceps flexed as he held Ham's head down on his dick. Basically, Scott was a pretty hot guy and I was shocked that I hadn't noticed it when I came in. "Oh yeah," moaned Scott as Ham took his cock into his mouth. Within a few minutes, Ham had opened his mouth as wide as he could to take Scott's thick shaft deeper and deeper into his mouth. I could see that Ham was getting into it as he reached down and began frantically jerking his dick. Ham began to moan in pleasure as he beat his dick with Scott's own cock resting on his tongue. Ham had that cock hungry look in his eyes as he milked Scott's cock with his lips and mouth. I had been on the same hockey team as Ham for three years and never knew that the goalie was a cum hungry slut. "Oh fuck," said Scott as Ham took his cock out of his mouth and began licking Scott's sweaty balls. Scott had a pair of bull-sized balls that hung low and Ham took first one ball and then the other into his mouth, eventually ending up with Scott's entire ball sack in his college frat boy mouth. As Ham sucked on Scott's balls, he slapped Scott's cock against his forehead to keep it hard. A few moments later, Ham took Scott's cock back into his mouth, taking it down all the way to the base, Scott's dense pubes brushing up against his nose. "That's it, boy," said Scott. "Suck that fucking dick." "Brbrmurrr..." mumbled Ham, mouth completely full with daddy dick. "That'll teach you to fuck in my gym behind my back." "Grgrlumurrrr..." mumbled Ham again, working his head motions into a faster rhythm. Ham, down on his knees, held on to Scott's meaty ass with one hand and jerked his own dick with another. "Oh shit," said Scott. "Oh fuck! I'm close." I stood up and walked over to Ham and Scott and said, "Not yet, dude. You have to let me get some action first." Scott smiled and nodded. He reached over and rubbed his hands on my pecs and my abs. I could see that I was turning him on. Before I knew it, this big dude in his thirties was getting down on his knees and reaching for my cock. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted some college jock cum and that I had just what he was looking for. After stroking my dick a few times, Scott took my cock into his mouth, looking up at me as it took it in. His hands reached around and grabbed my ass, forcing my dick deeper into his mouth. He slapped me on the ass, which I took as a signal that he wanted me to fuck his face. I did not hesitate and I put my hands on his salt and pepper head, steadily thrusting my cock into his mouth more and more forcefully. I could see that Ham was feeling left out and my hockey bud stood up and walked over to where I was face-fucking Scott. Ham slapped Scott on the face a few times with his cock, and Scott, still on his knees, turned around and started sucking Ham's short but thick dick. "Holy fuck!" said Ham. "This mother fucker is good!" As Scott deep-throated Ham's dick, I slapped Scott on the face with my own dick to keep it hard. "That's it," I said, as I watched Ham's balls slap the gym manager in the chin. "Suck that fucking dick." "Give me your dick, boy," said Scott, turning around again and taking my cock back into his mouth. Seeing this super butch stud on his knees going from sucking Ham's cock to mine was getting me really turned on, and I closed my eyes so I would not cum too soon. "Mmmmm," moaned Scott as he sucked my dick and then, before I knew it, Scott was pulling Ham forward and taking both our dicks into his mouth at once. "Oh my god," said Ham and he gave me a high five. I thought I had died and gone to heaven as I looked down and watched the hot manager with one hand on my ass and one hand on Ham's, taking both our fat dicks in his mouth. Scott had his tongue all the way out as he greedily tried to get a taste of two jock cocks at once. I could see that Ham was already leaking precum as a stream of the stuff began leaking down the side of Scott's chin, getting stuck in his beard. With both of our dicks in his mouth, Scott took his tongue and licked the shaft of my cock and then Ham's and then back to mine. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon," said Ham. "Me too," I said, and I pulled Scott the gym manager up to his feet. We walked Scott over to the weight bench and I turned him around and slapped him on the ass. "Ready to get fucked?" "What?" the gym manager asked. Ham put his hand on Scott's back and pushed him down onto all fours on the bench. "Don't pretend like you don't want it," said Ham. "There's nobody here but us and we both know you wanna get fucked." Scott did not say a word as Ham sat on the bench with his cock in Scott's face. Scott opened his mouth wide and took Ham's cock back into his mouth. I slapped a condom on my own cock and positioned my dick right at Scott's tight pink man hole. "Holy shit," I said. "I don't think he's ever been fucked before." "Humurrgrburrrr," Scott mumbled with Ham's dick in his mouth. Ham held on to Scott's head with his hands and thrust his dick up into Scott's hungry mouth. Scott's moans became garbled as he gagged on Ham's dick, the precum and saliva mingling together in his mouth. I shoved my dick in Scott's ass and his entire body tensed up. "Oh fuck, dude," said Ham. "When you pushed your cock in, this mother fucker took my cock all the way into the back of his throat!" I shoved my cock back into Scott's tight ass, admiring the two muscular ass cheeks. The gym manager had a big, strong ass and his back was fully arched, giving me a world class view. It was truly a site to behold. I slapped Scott's ass again as I continued to fuck him and my balls made a loud slap against his ass. Scott reached underneath himself and touched the shaft of my cock with his fingers as I shoved it in and out of his ass. "Hey, Mikey, I think he likes it," I said. "Oh my God," said Ham, closing his eyes and steadying himself. "Fuck, man, I'm about to cum!" Before I knew it, Ham's shredded body and six-pack abs were tensing up as he launched his jock cum into Scott's hungry mouth. Scott continued to mumble as Ham came in his mouth, but I did not let up in fucking him; I fucked Scott harder and harder, holding on to his waist as I thrust my eleven inch dick all the way into him. I could hear Scott gag as Ham continued to cum in his mouth and, for a second, I thought it looked like he was turning blue. I suddenly pulled my dick out of his ass and said, "Oh my god, dude, is he okay?" Ham sighed, opened his eyes, and slowly pulled his cock out of Scott's mouth. "What?" he asked. "Look at him!" I said. As Ham looked down, Scott suddenly fell into a heap on the floor and we both ran down to sit him up. I listened for a breath and I heard one, and then I felt for a pulse. "He's still alive," I said, looking over at Ham. "Holy shit, man, what do we do?" "Scott?" I said, slapping him in the face a few times, in attempt to wake him up. "Scott?" "Uhhhh..." Scott mumbled, but he did not open his eyes. "Quick! Go get some water!" I shouted at Ham. About a minute later, Ham returned with a cup of water. I splashed Scott a few times in the face with it with my fingers, and then I held the cup close to his lips to encourage him to drink. "He might me dehydrated," I said. "Here, drink this." Scott drank the water and, about a minute later, he opened his eyes. "Oh man," he said. "Let's keep going!" "What?" Ham asked. "I don't think this guy has come yet," he said, and pointed at me. "Um... no... but..." "C'mon, man," said Scott. "Cum on my face. I know you want to. I want to taste your cum." I nodded and began jerking off over Scott's face, as he sat on the floor of the gym, leaning against the weight bench. I closed my eyes and pictured bending Nick the wrestler over and shoving my cock into his ass. I imagined bearhugging Nick the wrestler as I fucked him harder and harder. I pictured carrying him over to the bed, his big brown eyes looking up at me as I began fucking him again and, before I knew it, I was cumming. "Oh yeah," mumbled Scott as he held his mouth open for my cum. Most of the white cum landed on the center of his tongue and the rest shot right down the back of his throat. When I was done cumming, Scott the buff gym manager leaned over and took my dick back into his mouth, sucking out the last drops of cum that were still inside. "Oh my god," I said, moaning in pleasure, my dick still semi-hard. Then, Scott pulled my cock out of his mouth and licked up and down my shaft. I sat down on the bench as I suddenly felt dizzy with all of the horniness going around. Right after I sat down, I heard a loud ring, which I recognized as my ringtone. I ran over and grabbed my phone. "Shit!" I thought to myself. "It has to be Nick." I answered the phone. "Hey," I said. "Hey," a voice replied. I instantly recognized that it was not Nick's voice. "It's Nate," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "I know you were probably expecting someone else, but, man, I just wanted to check up and see how things were going." "Ok, bro." "Is Nick in town yet?" "No," I replied. "He's coming into town tonight." "Oh that's awesome," said Nate. I could hear him as chipper as usual on the other side of the phone. "You're gonna have so much fun, playing hockey and skiing and stuff. God, I wish I was there." I laughed. "I'm sure you're having fun at your house, too, Nate." "I don't know," he said. "My Dad fucked up the lights again. Every year, my Dad throws lights on the whole house for Christmas, but he always manages to fuck up the wiring and the lights never work." "Oh boy." "Now, I have to go and get more lights tomorrow with my brother." "I gotcha." "Well, um..." Nate began, with a sigh. "Sorry to bother you, Brady, I just wanted to see if you were having fun and stuff." "I am," I said, looking over at Ham and Scott, still completely naked. In reality, all I wanted was for Nick to show up so we could get the holiday started. When that happened, everything would be perfect. "Well, Nate, I'll talk to you later, alright?" "Alright, Brady," said Nate. "Have, fun, bro, okay?" "I will, man. I will." Nick never showed up in Colorado. After a couple of days, I realized that he just wasn't going to come. He did not return any of my phone calls or e-mails and no one on campus knew where he was. At one point, I was starting to get worried about what might have happened to him but then my friend Trish said that she saw him at a mall with his friends in San Diego and that's when I realized that he had stood me up. It was not really that surprising when I thought about it. I was embarrassed that someone that I had told my family about, and for whom they had dished out the cash to buy a plane ticket, had flaked out without a word to me or anyone else. More than that, I was hurt, really hurt. From the moment I had first seen Nick, almost four months ago, he had been the most important thing in my life. More important than the Kamikaze Shack. More important than my sanity. Once I met him, I felt that I had met the person that I had spent my life waiting for and I wanted to do anything to keep him in my life. I wanted him to admire me. I wanted him to think I was cool. I know that sounds stupid, but I wanted him to feel the same way that I felt about him, even though a part of me knew that that would probably never happen. I guess I had tried too hard and the whole thing had backfired, in fact I was pretty sure that my intensity had scared Nick off somewhat, but I never imagined that things would end up like this. At one point in the semester, I had imagined what the next year would be like: I pictured me and Nick moving in together. I imagined us taking showers together, going to the gym together. I even thought, "it would be cool if Nick took a shift working at the Kamikaze Shack," because then we could work together, too. The fact is, I never really realized how needy I was until I met someone that fit perfectly into my life. He was the piece of the puzzle that I never realized was missing until I found it, in the corner of the room, under the rug. I didn't know what it meant to love someone until I saw those brown eyes staring back at me from the other side of the counter at the Kamikaze Shack, way back when. I had never felt that kind of longing before, and maybe I never would again. As soon as I realized that Nick wasn't coming, I knew that it was over between us. He was sending a pretty clear signal to me at this point. "You love me, but guess what, dude? I don't give a fuck about you." I grew up that day: the morning I took my flight back to campus when Winter Break was over. The plane plunged forward over the clouds into the atmosphere: over the snow, over the people. I was sitting there, on the plane, in a window seat, watching it all. I left my past behind me with that plunge forward of the airplane, most of it anyway. I was still Brady Conlon, hockey player from Colorado, horny all the time, kind of a dork, but I wasn't a kid anymore. I would never fall hard for anyone the way that I had fallen for Nick, never again. The plane touched down in California and, as expected, it was still pretty warm at 65 degrees even though it was the dead of winter. I never really got used to that, even after four years of college in California. There were lots of people at the airport that day, most of them running around the airport like headless chickens. A few were students that I recognized from my college, some were professors or teaching assistants coming back into town for the holidays. I had gone from the quiet conversations over the dinner table in Colorado to the loud chatter of California. Only a couple of days before, my Dad made one of his usual stupid and mildly inappropriate jokes. My Mom laughed and shook her head. My brother ignored the whole thing. That was my family. Now, all I could hear was the ringing laughter of the sorority girls with their letters blazened on their sweatshirts, coming back from their ski trips. I watched the computer science nerds walking away from baggage claim, talking to their friends on their cell phones about... hell, I don't know... World of Warcraft, maybe? All of it was familiar, but it was also new, because I was new. I It was time to start fresh and I was ready to begin again, but as I picked up my luggage and took the first steps away from baggage claim, I just started crying. I don't know what happened. I suppose I had been happy with my life and I did not want to start over, but I had to anyway, and something within me rejected the idea. That must have been why I cried. Pretty lame, I know. I wiped the tears from my face and walked towards the doors that led out of the terminal to the front of the airport. I needed a ride, but I didn't want to call anyone because I was feeling shitty, so I figured that I would just catch a cab. I knew the cabbies were sure to charge an arm and a leg for a ride from the airport, but I didn't care. "You need a cab?" I heard a voice say from behind me. "No," I replied, without turning around. "I mean... yeah, I just figured I would have to go out front to get one." "I'll give you a ride." I turned around and there was Nate Holderman, blond hair and big smile, staring right at me. "Nate, go away," I said, turning around again. "C'mon, man, let me give you a ride!" "Nate, if you're talking about sex right now, you need to fucking stop because I'm not in the fucking mood." "Rough flight?" asked Nate, taking a few steps toward me. He reached down and picked up one of my bags, slinging it gingerly over his shoulder. "It's cool, Brady," he said, "I hate planes. Actually, I'm terrified about flying. Never flown in my life." "You've never left California?" "Nope," Nate replied. "Dude, let me give you a ride home." "How did you know my flight was today?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him. "You told me you were coming home on Thursday and this was the only flight from your town today, so I figured you had to be on it. I'm not that stupid." I nodded, but didn't say anything. I looked down. "Are you okay? California's not that bad." "It's not about California," I said. "Dude, I'm fine." "You're lying," said Nate. "You really don't look good. Are you sure you're okay?" I didn't want to tell Nate anything because I felt that whatever it was that I was going through I needed to deal with on my own, but somehow I said, "No, Nate. I'm not okay." I felt another tear stream down my face and I said, "Fuck! What the fuck?" Nate moved forward in a flash and put his arms around me, pulling me in towards him. With reluctance, I put my head on his shoulder and down came the waterworks again. It was really weird, because I never cry, but there I was, balling like a baby. "Nick never showed up," I said. "He just... he just bailed on me." "It's alright, man," said Nate. "I kind of figured that would happen." "Fuck," I said. "I wish someone would have told me something." Nate, still holding me in a hug, patted me on the back and said, "I don't think you would have wanted to hear it. But it's alright, man. I have the perfect idea to make you feel better." "What?" "The Odeon just got a new film from Europe and I know you're gonna love it!" "What is it?" "It's 'Aroused Astronauts From Planet Lesbotron' and I hear it's the bomb!" "Really, man?" I asked, smiling. Nate's attitude was infectious. "Is that anything like 'Evil Contortionists from Planet...'?" "No," Nate replied. "This film is totally different. It's in Swedish so we'll have to read the subtitles, and that's kinda lame, but I totally think we should see it, dude." "Alright," I said. "I don't think I can say 'no' to anyone from planet Lesbotron. Wouldn't want to piss them off... So... I'm in." "That's more like it. Let's go." So Nate and I went to see 'Aroused Astronauts From Planet Lesbotron' and all I can is, if anyone ever offers you an expense free trip to planet Lesbotron, especially a trip on Air Lesbotron staffed by Lesbotronese stewardesses, don't take it. After the movie, Nate and I took his car and drove back to my place and the first thing I said was, "Jeez, this place is a mess." There were clothes thrown on the bed, clothes on the floor, clean clothes mixed in with dirty clothes. The dresser drawers were open and falling out of the dresser. Nate bent down and picked something up off of the floor. On closer inspection, I realized that Nate held a dirty jock in his hands and, next thing I knew, he was twirling it around one of his fingers. "Dude, you must have been in a hurry," he said. "You left your jock on the floor." "Give that over," I said, reaching for it, but Nate snapped it out of reach. "You want this back? What do I get in return?" "Dude, are you fucking kidding?" I asked. "It's my dirty jock. Give it back, you retard." "Well," Nate began, "I'm pretty horny so I think I should get something in return for giving you back your jock." "You're always 'pretty horny'. You're like, the horniest person I know. After, Rusty." "What do you mean, 'after Rusty'?" asked Nate, turning red. "Are you talking about Rusty Dorfman? Have you guys, you know..." "That's a stupid question, Nate," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "You're the one that sent me to the hospital to suck his dick." "Brady, we talked about this," said Nate. "He was confused, alright, bro? I would never send you to suck someone else's dick. My dick should be more than enough for you!" "You cocky son of a bitch! I'll admit you have a pretty nice cock, but, you know, you're not Reggie Bush or Jason Taylor..." "What the fuck does that mean?" asked Nate, but he couldn't suppress his smile. "Are you saying you're into..." "Nevermind. Just give me back my jock, you asshole!" "I will, but only if you let me fuck you. I think it's my turn since I let you fuck me last time. Fucking you is all I've been thinking about for the last three weeks. God, your ass looks so good right now. I just wanna bend you over and bang the shit out of you." "How romantic," I said, "but there's no way your dick is going anywhere near my ass." "Well, there's no way you're fucking me." "Dude, get over it. I'm not letting you fuck me." "And I'm not letting you fuck me!" "So..." Nate sighed. "Alright," he said. "I have an idea. I'll arm wrestle you. Right here, on that desk. Winner gets to fuck the loser, no questions asked. Anything goes." "What do you mean 'anything goes'?" "Well, Brady... I watched a lot of porn over winter break and, honestly, I really wanna try the pile driver on you. I wanna bend you over backwards on the floor and fuck you standing up." "I know what the piledriver is, you son of a bitch, and there is no fucking way I'm letting you piledrive me. Not in a million years." "So, let's armwrestle." I sighed and cleared all the books and paper off of the desk in my room. There was only one chair and it wouldn't be fair if one of us had a chair and the other didn't so we agreed that we would both lean over the table and armwrestle without chairs. The winner had to pin the loser's hand against the table, so that the back of the hand actually touched the table for one second. Nate smiled as he and I clenched our fists. It felt really good having him here. I looked across the table and thought to myself, "God, I never realized how awesome Nate was." Not only was he super-good-looking with close-cropped blond hair and big, friendly eyes, but something told me that he would be there for me if I ever needed him. In spite of all that, I did not want to get fucked so I would do whatever I could to win this armwrestling competition. As Nate and I stared each other down, my cock began to grow hard in anticipation. Nate couldn't see it, but my dick began making a tent in my shorts. I was worried that this might cause me to lose focus so I thought to myself, "Channel Yoda! Channel Yoda! Use the force, Brady! Use the force!" "You ready?" Nate asked, itching to began. "Your ass is gonna be so sore tonight," I said. "Trash talk? I love it!" We began to armwrestle and it was epic, my friends. It was a clash of the Titans and only one of us would survive. The loser would be tossed down from godly status to the race of man, forever. Well, actually, the loser would just get fucked, but it was still epic and I did not want to lose. Nate came pretty close to pinning me a couple of times; I could see his forearms straining to counter my weight. The veins bulged and I could see all of the striations in Nate's arm and hand as he struggled against my own. This was getting me even hotter than I was to begin with, but I was still channeling Yoda and I used every ounce of power I could muster in my 200 plus pound body of muscle to pin Nate's arm to the table. Nate countered back but, suddenly, I tightened my grip on his hand and swung the other way and, before Nate could say 'Homicidal Space Babes Invade Indiana' I had pinned his hand to the table. "Fuck!" Nate yelled. "Ha! You're gonna get it, bitch!" "C'mon, man," said Nate, shaking his head in defeat. "Don't gloat." "I'm sorry, baby," I said. "I just didn't wanna get fucked." "I guess I better get your dick ready," and Nate took off his jeans and t-shirt. He looked so fucking good. Nate had always packed a solid amount of muscle on his 6'3 frame, but he had perfected that beefy offseason bodybuilder look over the holidays, probably from too much ham and stuffing, to the extent that he looked better than ever. He had lost his tan, but he looked so cute with his short blond hair that I could not wait to spin him around and shove my dick in that juicy quarterback ass. I pushed Nate down to his knees and he unzipped my jeans. "God, I missed you," said Nate as he opened his mouth wide and took my dick into his mouth. I ran my fingers tenderly through Nate's hair as the quarterback worked his mouth back and forth on my dick. I could see that Nate was a little rusty, but just watching this hot guy sucking my dick was turning me on so I knew it would not be long before I came. Nate held on to my ankles to steady himself and gradually took my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth and toward the back of his throat. Soon, I was precumming in Nate's mouth and he gagged a little. I pulled Nate up to his feet and said, "I think I'm ready to do this, dude. You ready?" "I'm ready, Brady." I playfully pushed Nate towards the bed and positioned him with his thick meaty chest on the bed and his ass up in the air. I threw a condom on my dick and lubed up my cock and Nate's ass. The big quarterback squirmed on the bed in anticipation. Although he wasn't saying anything, I could tell that Nate really needed to get fucked and I knew this was going to be incredible. "You ready, baby?" I asked. "Yeah," said Nate. I positioned myself behind Nate on the bed, with my legs spread wide apart, and slowly pushed my dick into Nate's ass. I watched as Nate tried to arch his back some more and steadily his pink hole spread to accomodate my cock. When my cock was in, Nate let out an exhale, and I bent down over him so my back was resting against his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held on to Nate's chest as I began fucking him, faster and faster. Nate's beefy ass bounced as I slammed into him. I kissed Nate's back and shoulders as I continued to fuck him and Nate said, "Oh fuck. Your cock is filling me up. Oh my god!" Nate's hole was so tight that it felt like it was squeezing my cock, but my cock was rock hard and the whole thing was sending me closer and closer to the edge. I knew I would cum soon, so I pulled my cock out of Nate's ass. I repositioned Nate on the floor and bent him backward in the piledriver position. As Nate began to realize what I was doing he said, "You son of a bitch." "You said 'anything goes'. Remember?" "Yeah, I remember," and Nate laughed. With Nate's head and neck on the ground and his back and legs up in the air (with his legs resting on my shoulders) I maneuvered my throbbing cock toward that beautiful quarterback hole. Nate's asshole was still pretty stretched from my fucking him on the bed and I was able to slide my cock in easily. He moaned as I slid my cock in and suddenly I thought, "This is the best fuck I have ever had." Nate's eyes were closed but every inch of that chiseled face was covered in an emotion of pleasure. I felt the weight of Nate's legs on my shoulders as I rammed my dick into him. Nate licked his lips, eyes still closed, and said: "Oh my god, Brady. Fuck me. Fuck me, Brady." Nate began jerking his dick and, within thirty seconds, I saw cum shooting out of his dick. Nate had a big quarterback dick and, in the piledriver position, his cock was positioned right over his face, and the first shot of cum landed right on Nate's pretty jock lips. Then Nate opened his mouth and shot after shot of his cum landed in his own mouth as I continued to shove my fat cock in his ass. The harder I rammed into Nate's ass, the more forcefully the cum shot out of him. After Nate swallowed the last drop of his own cum, I pulled my dick out of his ass, ripped off my condom and began jerking my dick furiously. "Oh god," I said. "Oh my god, Nate. I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum!" Nate laid flat on the floor and I positioned my cock over his chest. "Oh god!" I said. "Oh my god! Here I come! Oh! Fuck! Ah! Ah!" The first shot of cum spurted out and landed on one of Nate's nipples, another shot landed on his pecs, then another, then another. My body shook with the feeling of unbelievable release as the last shots of cum shot out, one of which landed on Nate's chin. "Oh my god," said Nate, when I was done. I was so exhausted when I finished cumming that I collapsed on the floor on top of Nate. The cum from his chest ended up on my own chest. I said, "That was incredible." "The best ever," said Nate. "The best ever." I laughed. "Dude, I can't believe you lost that armwrestling match," I said. "I was sure you would win that one." "Can I tell you a secret?" "Let me guess," I said, closing my eyes. "All of the football players at this school are actually alien horndogs from the Crab Nebula?" "Um...No," said Nate. "Truth is: I threw the match." "You did?" "Yeah," Nate replied, leaning over toward me and kissing me. "I figured you deserved a good night since you had such a rough day." "I don't believe you," I said. "That's such a fucking cop out. 'Oh I threw the match, because I felt bad...' I won that match fair and square, you asshole!" "I'm serious." "Well, you wanna go again?" I asked, about to sit up. But Nate pulled me back down into a lying position and said, "Dude, just forget about it. We can have a rematch tomorrow. Let's just go to bed." "On the floor?" "Sure," said Nate. "Why not?" Nate hugged me toward him and I laughed to myself. Things had not turned out the way that I had been hoping nearly month ago when I boarded the flight to Colorado. Then, all I wanted was to spend the whole break with Nick and show him my life and who I was, but things had worked out even better than I had anticipated. Lying there on the floor of my room with Nate in my arms, I felt like a king, with another horny king lying next to me. I felt like the world was mine. I figured I should ask Nate what he wanted to do tomorrow, since class wasn't supposed to start for another three days. I imagined we both needed to go to the campus store to get books for the semester and I figured we could go together tomorrow. When I turned and looked at Nate, he was fast asleep with his head tossed back. Before I knew it, he would be unleashing the usual "I'm knocked out" Nate snore. Typical Nate. I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock, which was so loud that the room seemed to shake. I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying in bed with a blanket covering me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around my room and saw that it was clean: no clothes thrown around, no dislodged dresser drawers. The books were on the desk, where they should be. "I knew it!" I cried. "I fucking knew it!" I passed a hand along the bed, over the bedspread, to feel if there was anyone else in the bed. Then I lifted up the covers. There was no one there. I was alone in my room. Not only was I not on the floor, where I had fallen asleep, but there was no one else in the room. "I knew it!" I said. "This whole semester was a scene from 'Double-Jointed Horndogs From The Crab Nebula'!" I sighed. Truth was, I was heartbroken. I had dreamt up the whole thing: just one long dream. There had never been a Nick Petrillo, the tight little wrestler that I had met whilst working at the Kamikaze Shack. He was one hundred thirty pounds of tight wrestler flesh, just the right size for me. There had also been no Mitch Adams or Rusty Dorfman, two of the hot studs from the football team that I had fucked in my dreams. There was no Rick Garcia, the horny wrestling teammate of Nick's that we had fucked in a threesome in the school gym. There had never been a hot Asian nurse from Rusty's hospital, describing and smelling cum, but unable to find any or even realize what it was she was looking for. Chi Omega Chi fraternity was fake too, as were its two horniest members: Jason and Ryan. Hamilton Briggs was probably still the skinny goalie that I remembered from high school, and there was no pumped thirty-something gym manager from my home town in Colorado. Most of all, there was no big and bumbling quarterback named Nate Holderman for me to wake up to. I had dreamt up the whole thing. I must have fallen asleep with the television on. "Dude, open the door!" I got out of bed. I looked down and realized that I was naked so I slid on a jock that I found on the desk chair. I walked over to the door and opened it halfway. "Who is it?" I asked, with my eyes half-closed. "Who do you think it is?" Nate replied, pushing the door fully open and walking into the room. "Nate? Nate Holderman?" "Um... yeah..." "Dude, you mean, you're real?" "Of course, I'm real," said Nate, shaking his head. "Why wouldn't I be real?" "I fell asleep on the floor and woke up on the bed. And you weren't there, so..." "Yeah, I woke up early and carried you to the bed, because you had a big red mark on the side of your face from the floor. Your room was a mess, so I cleaned it. And I set the alarm for you because I knew you had a lot of stuff to do today. You ready for that rematch?" I laughed and hugged Nate. I sighed and hugged him tighter. I did not say anything in reply. So, folks, it looks like I was wrong. Wrestlers never loved the Kamikaze Shack, although the Kamikaze Shack loved wrestlers, at least at first. It seems that, in reality, it was the football players that loved the Kamikaze Shack. We put a secret ingredient in the ice cream which interacts with the coffee, but I'll never tell what it is. THE END [Usual disclaimers. Don't read this if you are a minor or not allowed to ready awesome sexy stories in your (unfortunate) country. That's it! Sorry the chapter was so long, but it was the last one so... Thanks for all the support, guys. It's been fun and I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I did writing it. Take it easy!]