Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 01:18:34 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack Chapter 4 Kamikaze Shack Chapter 4 I was sitting at the movie theater with my friend Trish a couple of weeks later when my cell phone rang. Yeah, I know, I should have turned my phone off before the movie started but we were late and just kind of ran into the theater as the previews were wrapping up. My phone rings and this big 300-pounder behind me jumps up and says, "Dude, turn off your phone!" Seriously, this guy was one hundred times noisier than my ringtone, but I just nodded at the guy and said, "Sorry, bro," and walked out of the room. I answered the phone and it was Nick on the other line. You guys know Nick by now: dark hair, dark eyes, tanned from head to toe, thick chest over a slim waist. God, I could go on forever: 5'8, ripped to shreds, big puppy dog eyes. To me, he was "beauty and brains incarnate" to quote a movie (can you guess which one?). He was my awesome little wrestler and fucking him was like a dream; I had never experienced anything like it before I met him. "Hey, Nick," I said. "What's up, bro?" "Dude, where are you?" Nick asked. "I'm at the movies with Trish. We're seeing 'Lustful Amazons Subjugate Sacramento'." "Wait, didn't we see that a few weeks ago?" Nick asked. "No that was 'Homicidal Space Babes Invade Indiana'." "Ah." "I know," I said. "It can get tricky. These lustful Amazons are a lot bustier and they're here in California." "Why Sacramento?" Nick asked. "They couldn't find any other places to subjugate?" "I guess they were in the neighborhood." "Well, man, I got good news," said Nick. My heart started pounding. "Good news" usually meant that Nick wanted to fuck. "Schwi-i-ing!" I said to myself. "You wanna fuck?" I asked. Nick laughed. "Well, yeah, but that's not why I called you, dude," said Nick. "What's up?" "My roommate decided to move in with his girlfriend," said Nick. "You know what that means, don't you? It means I got a free bed if you want it." "A free bed?" I asked, not getting his point right away. "You wanna move in with me?" the wrestler asked. "Dude," I said, my heart pounding faster than ever. "Are you serious?" "Yeah," said Nick. "I think it would be awesome and you wouldn't have to work at the Kamikaze Shack so much because we could split the rent." I could picture it all: waking up to find Nick in the shower, hopping in the shower with him, endless fucking. Waking up to find Nick next to me and then fucking. Wrestling in bed and then fucking again. I could picture us tussling, with me putting him in a bearhug and hugging him close to my hairy chest. I could fake bodyslam him against the bed and then we could fuck some more. Nick's sex drive was even greater than mine. It was November so wrestling season was about to start and Nick was always really horny when he came back from practice. Moving in with Nick would just be incredible. "What do say?" Nick asked. "Hell yeah!" I shouted. "How could I say anything else, bro?" "Alright," said Nick, "I better let you get back to your movie. Call me later, alright?" "Alright. Thanks, Nick." I heard Nick laugh and then we both hung up our phones. I went back in to the theater and Trish whispered, "What was that about?" You guys remember Trish. I sort of went out with her freshman year, we fucked a few times and then sort of went our separate ways in terms of sex. She chased after guys, like a typical college chick, and I... well, I guess I chased after guys too... Or more accurately, they chased after me. "What was that about?" asked Trish. "It was Nick," I said. "He has good news." "He won the lotto?" Trish asked. "No." "He's banging Heather, captain of the cheerleading squad?" I laughed. "No, that's definitely not it," I said. "I'll tell you later." After the movie, I told Trish about Nick's offer, which I was visibly excited about and she just sort of shrugged and said, "Whatever, go for it." We had driven over to the movies in her car and she dropped me off in front of my apartment. "Later, Trish," I said. "Later, Brady," said Trish. I walked towards the front of my building and there was someone standing in front of the door. It was November and it had gotten kind of cold (for California). I'm from Colorado so this weather was kind of a joke. There was a guy in a leather jacket standing by the door with his hands in his pockets and his book bag slung over his shoulder. As I drew closer to the building I realized that the guy standing by the door was Nate Holderman, quarterback of the football team, and probably one of the hottest lays I have ever had, male or female. We had never actually gone all the way but had jerked each other off and this super hot blond QB had given me amazing head and deep-throated my dick like a pro. As soon as I realized it was Nate, my dick started to get hard. Luckily, I was wearing baggy jeans so it wasn't too obvious. "Brady!" Nate said when he saw me. "Dude, I had no idea when you would be home. I tried calling you." "Sorry, Nate," I said. "I just got out of the movies." " 'Ravenous Purple Women IV'?" asked Nate. "No, 'Lustful Amazons Subjugate Sacramento'." "Gotcha," said Nate. "Dude, I have kind of a weird favor to ask and I don't think I can ask anyone but you." "Uh oh," I said. "What did you do?" "Nothing, I just need you to go to the hospital for me." "To the hospital?" I asked. We were still standing outside of the building at this point. "Yeah," said Nate. "Dorfman had to go back to the hospital because he passed out at home and they were worried about a head injury." Rusty Dorfman was the former starter at QB for the football team. He had gotten sidelined after he tore his ACL two weeks ago. "Uh... okay," I said. "What do you want me to do?" "Well," said Nate, "the thing is, I haven't seen Dorfman since he tore his ACL and I'm starting to feel a little guilty about it. I mean, since he's been out we've won two games and he's basically out for the rest of the season. The least I can do is go see him." "Alright, so maybe YOU should be going to the hospital." "But, Brady," said Nate, "I should have gone two weeks ago. It's a little late now. I figured I should break the ice first." And Nick showed me a small paper bag. He took something out of it and showed it to me: it was a card. "I bought this card for him, just to say 'get well soon'. The team bought him a card after the accident, but I thought I should give him one, too. Do you think you could bring it over to him?" I sighed. Honestly, it made more sense to me that Nate should be the one to do it since he felt guilty, but I knew that Nate probably felt really embarrassed about giving Rusty the cold shoulder so I figured I would be a nice guy and help him out. "Alright, Nate," I said. "Hand it over." Nate gave me the bag with the card in it and then he did this weird thing and looked all around to see if there was anyone nearby. There wasn't anyone close so he leaned in close to me. His eyes were locked in to mine and then he gave me a hug. He hugged me for a long time, it was really unexpected, and when he was done he patted me on the back. "Thanks, Brady," he said. "Really, man, it means alot to me." I thought this was a little weird, but I was starting to warm up to Nate and so I attributed it to stress. "No problem," I said. "Call me when you get home," said Nate. I agreed to call Nate and then I turned around and walked to the parking lot behind my apartment building where my car was parked. I hopped in the car and made my way down to the hospital. After I made it to the hospital and to Dorfman's unit, this really hot Asian nurse escorted me from the nurse's station to Dorfman's room. She said that visiting hours were over but I told her that I was his brother from out of town and that I hadn't seen him in two months so she agreed to take me back to his room. He had a single room in one of the fancy private hospitals in town. We were only a small Division III school but the sports program was loaded and so all of the athletes were really hooked up when anything went down, like an injury. The smoking hot nurse led me into Dorfman's room and he was lying in bed watching TV. I think Ultimate Fighter was on and Rusty was really engrossed in watching it. The nurse excused herself and there I was, walking towards Rusty Dorfman's bed. As I approached, Dorfman squinted his eyes at me trying to figure out where he knew me from, or if he even knew me at all. "I've seen you before," said Dorfman. "Yeah, I go to the games," I said, "and I'm friends with Mitch Adams and Nate Holderman and a couple other people on your team." "Um... why are you here?" Dorfman asked. At this point I noticed that Dorfman's left arm was in a sling and his right knee was in a brace. After Dorfman asked me why I had come I started to get nervous. I am not easily intimidated but Dorfman was a very intimidating guy. He was a junior and had been starting QB for two years before this injury. He was practically a god on campus. Other students either got out of his way when he walked towards them or wanted to shake his hand and pat him on the back. He had that sort of calm, magnetic personality that made people lose their senses. And, besides all that, the guy was ridiculously good-looking. There were a lot of hot, buff jocks on campus, but Rusty Dorfman was in a class of his own. He had jet black hair and blue eyes in a strong, but somehow gentle face. He had one of those icy stares that the best quarterbacks have and he was floating on top of the world before he tore his ACL. This guy was such a baller that he had banged every single last hottie on campus, including all of the cheerleaders, all of the MILFs in the arts department, and he had probably banged a few of the nurses in the hospital. This was the kind of guy that women get their panties wet over. He was 6'3 and 245 lbs of football beef. He had thick strong legs and arms, which I could easily see as he lay in bed. He was wearing shorts and the sheets to the bed were pushed to the side. From where I stood, it looked like he had a decent size package too. Well, after Dorfman asked me why I had come I handed him the card. "It's from Nate," I said. "Nate sent you?" Dorfman asked, in a voice that sounded really surprised. "Yeah, I'm friends with Nate and he wanted me to give this to you." "Hmmm," said Dorfman, looking up at me. He read the card and, when he was done, put it down on the bedside table on the other side of the bed from where I stood. "What did it say?" I asked. "Nothing that different," said Rusty. "The usual stuff." Then he paused and looked at me with his steely blue eyes again. "Let me get this straight, Nate sent you to bring this?" "Yeah," I said. "Is that so weird?" "I have to be honest, I'm a little surprised," said Rusty. "Nate's my go-to guy and he knows how to help me out when I need it." I watched as Rusty reached his free hand in to his boxers and began to play with himself. From the hole in front of his boxers I could see that Nate had a really thick cock and a hefty pair of balls. As Rusty continued to talk, he played with his junk. I could see his cock grow in size underneath the boxers and I even heard the sound of Rusty slapping his growing cock against his leg to make it harder. "Truth is," said Rusty, "I haven't gotten off in a few days and Nate was supposed to help me out." "Help you out?" "When we need help," said Rusty, "we usually get one of our teammates to help out. I wasn't expecting you, though. I thought Nate would send over Micah Spencer, the kicker." "Man," I said, "I don't know what you're talking about." Finally, Rusty Dorfman's thick cock popped out of his boxers giving me the full view of its size. Rusty must have been right about not getting off in three days because within two seconds his throbbing dick was already oozing precum. "Wait," I said. "I don't know what you have in mind." "Nate was supposed to send Spencer to give me a hand job and maybe some head, but it looks like he sent YOU instead of the kicker." "Wait a minute," I said. God, all of these meatheads are fucking sluts! "Let me get this straight, you want me to give you head?" "Yeah," said Rusty. "I really need your help on this one. I am so fucking horny and I'm trapped in this bed. My JO hand is in a sling. Look," and Rusty showed me that his left arm was in a sling. "I really need your help, man. You think you can help me out?" "Wait a minute," I said, getting angrier by the minute. "Nate sent me here to suck your dick?!" "Yeah." "I'm gonna kill him," I said. "That fucking prick, I'm gonna kill him!" "Dude, chill out," Rusty said. "You've gotten your dick sucked before, it's not that hard. Just start out jerking me off and then we'll see what happens. Please man," he pleaded, "I'm desperate and I need your help." I sighed, then I took off my jacket leaving me in only a tight t-shirt and I could tell that Rusty admired what he saw. I leaned down over Rusty's bed and he raised the bed up for me, which made me laugh to myself. I grabbed Rusty's cock and it was even thicker than I realized. I could not get my hand all the way around it and the dude wasn't even fully hard yet. This guy's hang-down was like an elephant trunk. It was a short and super thick jock dick. I bet the women that get pounded by that fucker are bedridden for the next couple of days. So, after a few seconds of awe, I grabbed Rusty's dick and I began to play with it. I rubbed my thumb across the head, opening and closing the piss-slit (which made Rusty moan in pleasure) and smearing his precum all over his cock head. Between my fingers, Rusty's cock seemed to puslate as if it would blow at any minute. Rusty tossed his head back as I began to work my hand up and down his shaft. "That's it," he said. "You got it. Fuck, you're even better than the kicker." I sped up in my jerking motion and Rusty began to thrust his midsection up towards my hand as if he were fucking. I could see his face flush and his eyes roll in the back of his head and I knew he was close. "Oh shit," said Rusty, licking hi slips. "It won't be long now." I bent down closer to his dick and decided that he might really get a kick out of it if I tried to double fist his cock. His cock wasn't quite long enough to do it well but there was enough room that I could get both of my hands on his dick. I put both hands on and jerked that thick snake and Rusty's moans increased. "That's it, bro," he said. "That's it." From this angle, I had an awesome view of Rusty's body and he had a really beautiful set of pecs. They weren't super shredded but they stood up from his chest and were really beefy like a powerlifters. He had these really big pink nipples that begged to be sucked. As I continued to jerk his dick, I bent down and took one of his nipples in my mouth. "Oh my fucking god," said Rusty. I sucked on that nipple like there was no tomorrow, massaging it with my lips and moaning. I sucked like I was hungry for milk and before I knew it, Rusty was cumming, just load after load without any warning. His head was tossed back as if he was having a seizure, and spurt after spurt of thick white jizz flew out of his dick. Some landed on the sheets, some landed up on the ceiling, and a few drops landed on my shirt. "Oh my god," Rusty said, as the flow of cum eased down to a trickle. As the cum flow stopped, the cum took on a clearer color. I squeezed his dick and worked out the last bits of cum. The feeling of me squeezing his dick slowly to get the last drops out made Rusty go wild and he rubbed his free hand up and down my neck and my back. "That was one of the best cumshots I've ever seen," I said. I leaned over the bed a little bit more to give Rusty a grateful pat on the cheek and one of my elbows hit against something and we heard a sound. "What was that?" I asked. "I don't... Oh shit!" Rusty cried. His face turned white. "That was the nurse call button. Do you know what you just did? You just called the fucking nurse and there's cum everywhere!" TO BE CONTINUED [Usual disclaimer: this story is entirely fictional although inspired by real people. Stay tuned for the next installment. If interested, you can give me feedback at the address above or visit my blog at http://robotsinmasquerade.blogspot.com. Take it easy, guys.] COPYRIGHT 2010