Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 14:00:18 -0500
From: Sean Williams <williamscold@gmail.com>
Subject: Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack Chapter 2

Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack

Chapter 2


	I fell asleep with Nick in my arms.  His thick wrestler's body
stayed nice and warm with my arms around him and my chest hair rubbed
against his back.  It felt like I had died and gone to heaven, a heaven
populated by tight wrestlers ready for action at all times, but the spell
was broken when I awoke the next morning to find that Nick wasn't in my
arms anymore.  I looked over to the couch and all of his clothes were gone.
His sneakers weren't by the door.  I walked into the bathroom of the
apartment looking for him.

	"Nick?"

	There was no answer.

	"Dude?  Did you leave?" I asked.

	Still no answer.

	"Damn!"

	I looked around my apartment to see if Nick left a note, but I
couldn't find anything.  I did find a surprise later when I discovered that
my new wrestler buddy had programmed his number into my mobile phone.
"Damn!" I said again.  I spent a good thirty minutes in the shower that
morning beating-off to the thought of Nick going down on me again and
sucking the last drops of cum from my throbbing cock.  I pictured his big
brown eyes looking up at me as his lips rubbed against my dick.  I could
almost feel his tongue licking the underside of my shaft.  I imagined him
putting his calloused hands on my ass cheeks and pulling me closer so he
could take all of my dick in his throat.

	"I want some more," I could hear him say.

	"How much do you want?" I asked.

	"All of it," Nick said.  "Give me all of it."

	His words became garbled as he took my cock back into his mouth,
deep-throating all eleven inches of it.  Nick pulled my ass and thighs
closer.  "Mmmm," he moaned.  He was trying to say something, but the words
didn't come out with my cock in his mouth.

	"Oh my god, Nick," I said.  "God, you're so good."

	Nick pulled his face off of my dick with a loud slurp.

	"You gonna cum soon?" he asked.  "Cum on my lips."

	"Alright, baby," I said.

	I jerked my cock over Nick's face, drowning in those brown eyes.
He wanted my seed so bad and I didn't want to disappoint him so I did my
best to give him all I could.  I could see his big brown nipples as I stood
over him in the shower.  I could tell they wanted some of my cum too.  Who
wouldn't want the hot cum of a big, beefy hockey player?  So I jerked my
cock until I was ready to blow.  My body started to spasm.

	"Here I come, Nick," I said.  "Oh my god, Nick!"  I yelled.  "Here
I come!"

	Spurt after spurt of hot cum pulsed out of my dick.  Some of it
landed on Nick's lips, some on his chin, there was a little bit that
dropped down on his round pecs, and a good amount found its way down his
throat.  I opened my eyes so I could kiss Nick and taste some of my own
cum, but when I opened my eyes there was no one there.  Nick was still
gone.



	It was a weekday so here I was, back at the Kamikaze Shack again,
waiting for Nick to drop by.  True, I could have called him, but I wanted
to be surprised when he showed up unexpectedly.

	Bad idea.

	I felt really hot that day and I wanted the little guy to see me.
I wore a pair of jeans that were loose in the legs but hugged my beefy ass
and I hoped it would do the trick.  I also wore a white wife-beater and it
was hot inside the truck so the sweat had gathered on my chest, especially
in the cleft between my pecs.  The fabric of the wife-beater strained to
hold in the meat of my pecs and feeling the tight fabric against me felt
good, too.  I knew Nick would be turned on when he saw me.  I could even
picture his face. "Oh my god, Brady," he would say.  "Dude, you're so
fucking hot!"  I squeezed my eyes tighter shut so I could picture his face
even clearer.

	"Brady?" I heard a voice say, as I stood there with my eyes closed.
"Brady Conlon?"

	I opened my eyes, not recognizing the voice.

	"Dude!"  I said, after I opened my eyes.  "What's up man?"

	It was Mitch Adams, one of the running backs on the football team.
Yeah, we were only a Division III school and yeah, we had a losing record
last year, coming in at a stellar 4-10, but we had won the last three games
and almost all of the dudes on the football team were hot.

	Let me spend a moment talking about the football team.  Lots of
people have football team wet dreams, even straight guys.  I can say that
as I used to be pretty straight myself until I met so many hot guys that I
couldn't make sense out of staying straight anymore.  So, yeah, I had kind
of a football team fantasy too.  And there were lots of hot guys on the
football team to fantasize about.  I pictured myself in the football team
gym, standing under the shower head as big, beefy linemen lined up and got
down on their knees to service my cock.  It would be hard not to blow,
saving my cum until the last lineman had a go at my dick, but I was willing
to "take one for the team", so to speak.  When they were done (and I had
shot my load), I wouldn't mind returning the favor and sucking some dick
myself.  I'm a big guy so I could open my mouth wide enough for even the
thickest dick.  The bigger the lineman and the bigger the dick, the better.
If an awesome tight end showed up, too, I wouldn't turn him away.  For the
right guy, I might even swallow.

	And Mitch Adams was an easy guy to fantasize about.  At 6'2, he was
the same height as me, but he had a good forty pounds or more on me as he
clocked in at about 240.  Yeah, I noticed him on the football field before.
He was one of those big, powerful running backs, with a thick lower half.
He had one of those meaty asses that stuck out from his body.  Because the
pants of the football team uniform were white, you could see the outline of
his jock strap and the long crack of his ass through the uniform.  Yep, it
was pretty awesome.

	Mitch brought me out of my fantasy when he said: "The Kamikaze
Shack, huh?  Nate told me you worked here so I had to see it for myself."

	Nate Holderman was the blond, back-up QB on the football team and
the biggest jock on campus.  Yeah, this California college was stocked full
with certified studs.  It was practically a stud farm.

	"Yeah," I said.  "I work at the Kamikaze Shack.  It's not so bad.
It pays the bills."

	"Gotcha."

	"You trying to add on some size?" I asked him.  "We have this new
protein-infused ice cream.  It'll give you a good twenty-five grams of
protein with two scoops, not counting the cone."

	"You serious?" Mitch asked.  "That's fucking sweet!"

	"Yeah it is!"

	"What flavors does it come in?" Mitch asked.

	"It only comes in chocolate."

	"Chocolate?" Mitch asked.

	"Yeah."

	"Does it taste like a protein shake?" he asked.

	"No, it's actually pretty good."

	"Alright, I'm sold," said Mitch.  He tossed me one of his big
Southern boy grins and I couldn't help but smile back.

	"You, got it, Mitch."

	"How much is it?" Mitch asked.

	"Only two bucks," I replied.  "That's pretty good, right?"

	"That's awesome, but... um... you think I could get some for free?"
Mitch had a devious look in his eyes.  "I left my wallet at home."

	How convenient.

	"You left your wallet at home?  How'd you manage to do that?"

	"I was running late for class and well..." Mitch grinned again.
"You've never left anything at home before?"

	"No, I have."

	"C'mon, dude, give me a break," Mitch pleaded.

	"I don't know, man," I said.  "My boss doesn't like it if I give
out free stuff."

	Mitch leaned in to the window of the Kamikaze Shack and beamed at
me with his deep blue eyes.  A meaty football player with blue eyes was
almost as good as a thick, tanned wrestler.  A close second.

	"How 'bout if I... help you out a little?"

	"What do you mean 'help out a little'?" I asked.

	"What if I suck your dick?" Mitch asked.  "Just open the door to
the truck and drop your pants, man."

	"I don't know," I said.  "Are you any good at sucking dick?"

	"I'm good," Mitch said.  "You ever gotten your dick sucked by a big
guy like me?  We don't play around."

	"I guess it's worth a try," I said and I opened the back doors into
the truck.  "But only this once."

	Mitch was such a big guy that when he first stepped in the truck
sank down a little.  He seemed to dwarf the inside of the ice cream truck
with his bulk.  Mitch walked over to me and rubbed his hands over my
biceps.  He seemed to like what he saw.

	"You played hockey, right?" Mitch asked.

	"Yeah," I replied.

	Next, Mitch took his hand and put it under my shirt, rubbing my
pecs and getting some of my sweat on his fingers.  He pulled my wife-beater
to the side and started to suck on one of my nipples.  Seeing such a big
guy down lean down and suck on my nipples was so hot that I almost shot my
load right there.

	"Mitch, you're good," I said.

	"Your cock is next," he said.

	I pulled off my wife beater and took off my pants.  Mitch watched
with a grin as I slid down my boxers.  Next, I watched as Mitch took off
his jersey and then his shorts.  He was hairy everywhere; just a beefy,
hairy, running back.  His testosterone level must have been a thousand
times the upper-limit of normal.  Mitch now stood in front of me wearing
only his jock and I could see the outline of his dick clearly, his thick
head poking out of the top of his jock strap.  His cock throbbed in giddy
expectation as did mine.

	Mitch began to rub his dick through the fabric of his jock, then he
got down on his knees and started to lick my balls.  He started out licking
my big, hairy balls, then he took one ball into his mouth, then the other
one.  Before I knew it, Mitch had taken my cock into his mouth.

	"Go for it, buddy," I said.

	Mitch worked my cock further into his mouth with each successive
motion of his head.  It wasn't long before I could feel his tonsils on the
side of my dick.  Mitch's deep moans were driving me wild as I watched him
go to town on my dick.  His big ass rocked back and forth as he took my
cock further down into his mouth.

	"This fucker's big," Mitch said, when he took a break to catch his
breath.

	"Suck my cock some more," I said.

	Mitch took my cock back into his mouth.  He massaged my dick with
his lips.  Before long I started to precum in his mouth and Mitch gagged a
little.

	"You okay?" I asked.

	"Yeah," the 240-lb running back said.

	"Did you swallow it?"

	"Yeah, I swallowed it," said Mitch.

	I gave Mitch a grateful pat on the head and then I shoved his face
back down on my dick.  We went on like that for a few minutes and then I
knew that I was almost ready to blow.

	"Stop," I said.  "I don't want to come yet."

	"What's wrong, buddy?" Mitch asked, looking up at me with those big
blue eyes.

	"I want to fuck you," I said.  "Your ass is making me crazy."

	Mitch laughed and stood up.  He turned around and showed me his
beefy ass.  Honestly, it was the thickest ass I have ever seen up close
with a long crack down the middle and short hair on both ass cheeks.

	"Oh my god," I said.

	"Where?" Mitch asked, and I pointed to the front compartment of the
truck.

	We walked over to the compartment and Mitch said: "What if somebody
sees us?"

	"Don't worry, man," I said.  "It's dark, no one will see a thing."

	I sat down in the spacious driver seat (it was a pretty big ice
cream truck, almost as big as a jumbo-sized RV).  Mitch followed me in and
then slowly lowered himself down on my dick.

	"Ah!" Mitch sighed.  "God, that's a big dick," he said as he began
to take in the full girth.

	"Your ass is so tight," I said.

	"You like it?" Mitch asked.

	"Yeah, baby, I like it," I said and I slapped Mitch's ass a couple
times.

	Mitch sat all the way down on my dick and rode me like an all-star.
Feeling all the weight of his beefy ass on my lap was one of the most
incredible things I have ever experienced.  He rocked his body back and
forth, doing all the work for me.  After a while, he arched his back as
much as he could and put his hands on the seat, riding my dick like a
professional.  Honestly, they need to give this guy an honorary Ph.D in
Dick Studies.  He let my dick come almost all the way out, and then he slid
it back in.  His ass was so tight that I could see my dick stretching out
his sphincter.

	"I'm breaking you in, baby," I said.  "You like it?"

	"Fuck!" Mitch cried.  "I'm gonna cum!"

	Mitch sat down all the way on my dick and just sat there as the
jizz shot out of his dick.  "Ah!" Mitch yelled as the hot cum shot out of
him, landing on the CD player in the dashboard, the shift beside the
driver's seat, and even up on the window.  It was the longest cum shot I
have ever seen as at least ten spurts of thick cum shot out of his dick.
Mitch had a dick that was short and fat above big football player balls.
That babymaker did not want to quit, it just kept cumming.  When Mitch was
done cumming, he showed me some of the cum that was still on his fingers
and then he put them in his mouth, sucking his fingers dry.

	Mitch got down off of my dick and began jerking my cock rapidly to
get me to cum.  It didn't take long.

	"Here it comes!" I said.  "Man, I'm about to blow."

	But before I could blow, Mitch put my cock back in his mouth,
opening his mouth as wide as he could.

	"Ah!" I yelled as the cum shot out of my dick, hitting the back of
Mitch's throat.

	"Mmmm," Mitch moaned.  "Mmmm."

	The cum didn't want to stop and Mitch swallowed all of it moaning
the whole time.  When I was done cumming, I took my dick out of Mitch's
mouth and playfully slapped him in the face with it a couple times.  The
last drops of my cum ended up on his cheek.

	"You like that?" I asked.

	"Yep," said Mitch.  "I love it."

	"You were so awesome," I said.  I could tell he wanted a kiss, so I
kissed him.

	"What are you doing next weekend?" Mitch asked.

	"I was planning on going to the movies," I said.  "There's a new
movie coming out: 'Evil Contortionists from Planet Lesbos'.  I really wanna
see it."

	"Is that anything like 'Homicidal Space Babes Invade Indiana'?"
Mitch asked.

	"No.  Entirely different."

	"Alright, man," Mitch said.  "I'm there."

	"You wanna come?  Sweet."

	My mobile phone rang and I reached over and grabbed it from inside
one of the pockets of my jeans.

	"Yo," the voice said on the other end.  "It's Nick."

	"Nick," I said, sitting up in my chair.  Even over the phone the
wrestler got my heart to beating a mile a minute.  This guy was so amazing
that just the thought of him was making me crazy.  Maybe this time I could
talk him into staying the whole night.  I wanted to wake up and see him
lying next to me.

	 "It's good to hear from you, man," I said.

	Mitch played with my balls as I talked on the phone.

	"Where are you?" I asked.

	"I'm about half a block away from the Kamikaze Shack," Nick said.
"I'll be there in about fifteen seconds."

	"Wait, what?" I asked, jumping up.

	"I wanted to surprise you."

	"Fuck," I whispered to myself.  "Fuck!"

	I had heard of getting into "hairy situations", but this was
ridiculous!


	TO BE CONTINUED



[Usual disclaimer: this story is entirely fictional although inspired by
real people.  Stay tuned for the third installment. I am open to feedback
so you can e-mail me at the address above or visit my blog at
http://robotsinmasquerade.blogspot.com.  Sorry about the typos in the first
chapter.  I'm a science fiction writer mostly but I write erotic stuff too.
Alright, guys, don't sit too close to the computer!]


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