Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2010 00:38:36 -0500
From: Sean Williams <williamscold@gmail.com>
Subject: Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack, Chapter 5

Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack

Chapter 5



	"What's the matter?" asked the nurse as she walked in to the room.
Her boobs had a healthy and buxom bounce.  "Is everything alright?"

	I looked at the badge that hung from her shirt and read the name
"Holly".  Yeah, she was hot.

	"Hey, Holly," I said.  "Everything's cool.  Rusty pressed the nurse
call button by accident."

	"I pressed the button by accident," Rusty echoed, avoiding looking
into the nurse's eyes.

	"You see," I continued, "he's a football player and he's not too
bright.  All those years of being tackled by huge linemen have done a
number on his brain.  It's practically mush at this point."

	"Practically mush," Rusty chimed.

	"So that's what happened," I concluded.  "It was all a mistake.  I
know you guys must hate it when patients call you over for no reason.
Sorry to call you away from the nurse's station, Holly."

	"It's alright," said the nurse with a toothy smile.  Why do private
hospitals always have the sweetest, hottest nurses?  This nurse looked like
she worked part-time as a Cowboys cheerleader.  It was a crying shame to
hide that beauty behind unflattering yellow scrubs.  My dad goes to the
Veterans Hospital in Denver whenever he has his usual chest pain and the
nurses there... no comment.  One time, my brother thought my dad was having
a heart attack during one of my high school hockey games and drove him to
the hospital.  My dad had to spend the night at the VA and he almost had a
real heart attack when his nurse woke him up the next morning to draw his
blood for labs.  He put his glasses on to take a better look at the nurse
that had awoken him and his chest pain worsened.  Not pretty, people, not
pretty.

	"Don't worry about me," said Holly.  "We were just watching youtube
anyway.  It's been kind of a slow night."  She turned and prepared to walk
out of the room, but suddenly turned back around again.  "What's that
smell?" she asked.

	Rusty gulped and turned white.  "Sm...smell?" he stuttered.

	"What smell?" I asked.

	"You don't smell that?"  Holly made audible sniffing noises.  "It's
very familiar," said the nurse, walking around the room.  "I know I've
smelled it before, but I just can't place it."

	"I don't smell anything," I said, struggling to control my
laughter.

	"It's kind of a sweet smell," said Holly.  "I can't believe you
don't smell that.  It smells like something sticky."

	"St...sticky?" stuttered Rusty again.

	"I just can't place it," the nurse said, shrugging.  "It smells
like something hot, white, and sticky.  Oh, what is it?  Oh well.  See you
later!"

	Holly turned around and walked away from Rusty's bed.  I followed
her to the door and closed the door behind her.

	"Close call," I said, walking back to Rusty's bed.  I tried to pull
off the blanket that I had covered Rusty with to hide all of his hot,
white, and sticky cum, but it was sort of stuck.

	"Ow!" said Rusty.  "Dude, be careful.  My ACL is still torn, you
know."

	"Well, I didn't ask you to unleash bucket loads of cum, did I?
That was all your idea, bro."

	In the middle of my sentence, a big gob of cum that Rusty had shot
up to the ceiling broke loose and fell down on his leg.  "Gross!" he said.

	"That nurse was pretty hot," Rusty added a few seconds later, after
he had done wiping the gob of cum from his leg.

	"Did you see her boobs?" I asked.  "They were AMAZING."

	"Maybe we should invite her back in," said Rusty with his killer
grin.  I was still pretty pissed that Nate had asked me to come to Rusty's
hospital to suck him off, and even more pissed that Rusty had practically
begged me to help him cum, but the guy was a looker, so I didn't stay mad
for long.  He had kind of a serious face, but when he smiled and those big
blue eyes sparkled, it was hard not to loosen up.

	"Actually," I began, "I think it's time for you to help ME out."  I
approached the head of Rusty's bed and pulled down my jeans, revealing my
full boxers.  Rusty laughed and nodded his head.  My cock formed a thick
line like a snake in the front of my boxers and my fat cock head was
prominent as it struggled to pop free of the cotton boxers.  Rusty smiled
up at me and licked his lips.  He ran a hand up and down my abs.

	"I guess it's only fair," he said.  "I really needed your help and
you were a pal so..."

	Rusty maneuvered his hand down to my crotch and squeezed my cock
through the boxers.  The head of my cock peeked out of the slit in the
front of my boxers and Rusty rubbed his thumb over it.  He played with my
cock like an expert, squeezing and jerking it, and his face flushed in
anticipation.

	"You wanna see it?" I asked him.

	"Alright," said Rusty.  "Let me see what you got."

	I slowly pulled down my boxers and when I stood straight again, my
throbbing cock stood at attention only inches from Rusty's hungry red lips.
"Oh shit!" he said.  "You don't actually expect me to suck that, do you?
I'm injured."

	Rusty pointed to his right knee, the site of his ACL tear.

	"I don't think an ACL tear should stop you from sucking my dick," I
said, and I put my hands on the back of Rusty's head.  I rubbed my fingers
through his jet black hair, my cock growing to even greater size at the
thought of face fucking the injured college quarterback.  Something about
pounding the throat of such a huge guy was really turning me on.  Rusty
stood 6 foot and 3 inches tall and clocked in at almost 240; he looked even
bigger than that lying in bed with his ankles and feet dangling off the
edge.

	Rusty licked his lips again and slapped himself in the face with my
throbbing cock.

	"Dude, what are you waiting for?" I asked.

	Rusty looked up at me one last time and moments later opened his
mouth wide to take in my dick.  I gave his head a gentle push down as I
guided my eleven inch cock into his throat.  He was "injured" so I didn't
want to be too rough.  Rusty turned over a little in the bed to position
his face closer to my cock as I began to thrust my hips towards his face in
a rocking motion.  Rusty kept his eyes open as I began face-fucking him,
thrusting my cock rigidly into his throat just like I would a wet pussy.
"OOO MURRR GURRR," he mumbled as I worked my cock deeper and deeper into
the back of his throat.

	Although he had only recently finished cumming, Rusty whipped out
his dick again and began to jerk it as he sucked me off.  Within minutes,
his long, beautiful cock was just as hard as it had before.  Rusty let go
of his cock for a moment to feel the thick, veiny tool slap against his
abs.  The sensation of his dick hitting his body made his cock frenzy even
more intense and he hoovered my cock even more expertly than before and
moaned in pleasure.  The sight of this stud taking my cock deep into his
mouth had the desired affect and I began precumming in Rusty's throat.  He
closed his eyes for a moment as he greedily swallowed the precum.

	"Oh my god," Rusty said, taking a break from sucking my dick.  He
was panting like a hungry dog.  "I might have to dislocate my jaw to take
that fucker all the way down," he said.

	I laughed and rubbed the back of the QB's neck.  "Just do your
best," I said.  "I know you never sucked dick before."

	Rusty smiled.  "Righhhttt," he said.

	Before I knew it, Rusty's mouth was wide open again and he was
downing my dick deeper than ever before.  His tongue massaged the bottom of
my dick all the way down to my balls as my cock head began to hit the back
of his throat.  "MMMMMM," he moaned.

	"Oh fuck," I said.

	I steadied my hands on the sides of Rusty's head as I began to grow
weak in the knees.  I knew I was close.  Rusty was fisting his dick fast
and furious at this point, his white precum dripping down the sides of his
dick and making a small puddle on the bed next to his balls.

	Rusty mumbled something, and I could not hear what he said, but
seconds later, he was cumming again, the hot pulses of white jizz shooting
out of his cock straight up into the air.

	"Oh my god," I said as I watched the QB cum.  "I'm close, Rusty."

	I kept one hand on the back of Rusty's head and I maneuvered my
other hand back towards my hole.  As Rusty continued to cum, I thrust my
middle finger into my ass.  "Oh fuck," I said.  I pushed my middle finger
as far into my ass as I could and then I worked in a second finger.  "Holy
fuck," I said.  It felt so good fingering my own ass as this massive
quarterback took my dick all the way into the back of his throat.

	"I'm close," I said.  "I'm close.  I'm close!  Ah!"  Seconds later
an electric shock shot down my body as the cum began to shoot out of my
cock.  Rusty gagged, but using my free hand I held his face down on my
dick.  The quarterback mumbled incoherently as he struggled to swallow the
hot cum that was shooting continuously out of my dick.  "Oh fuck!  Oh
fuck!" I yelled.  I didn't care if anyone heard me.  If the nurse wanted to
come back and join us, hell, be my guest!  I had never had a threesome
before and I was game for anything at this point.

	The cum just kept flowing as Rusty swallowed drop after drop.  My
strong grip held his head down on my cock and I suddenly noticed that his
eyes were still closed and his body was motionless.  "Rusty?" I asked,
pulling my cock out of his mouth with a loud "slurp"!  The quarterback did
not reply and his body began to slump.

	"Rusty?" I asked again.

	The quarterback's body slid down limp into a beefy mass on the bed.
"Oh shit!" I whispered to myself.  "Oh shit!  Is he dead?"

	"Rusty?" I asked a third time as I slapped him softly in the face
with my hand to try and awaken him.

	I could hear the footsteps of the nurse as she came down the hall
and so I cleaned up the cum that had leaked out of Rusty's mouth onto the
sides of his face, and put on my clothes.  I covered Rusty up again with
the old cum-stained blanket.

	"What happened?" the nurse asked as she ran into the room.  "I
could hear you calling his name down the hall!"

	"He... um... he... just collapsed onto the bed... without warning."

	"What were you doing?" she asked, standing on the far side of
Rusty's bed and slapping his face a few times, as I had tried before.

	"We weren't doing anything," I replied.  I'm a terrible liar.  "We
were just watching television.  Ultimate Fighter is still on and Rusty must
have gotten... excited... and passed out!"

	"Rusty?" the nurse asked, pulling out her penlight.  She lifted
each of his eyelids in turn and focused the light on his pupils; they were
still reactive.  "He's alive," she said, "but I think we might have to
repeat the CT scan.  Rusty?" she asked again.

	Suddenly, Rusty's body tensed up and seemed to jump off of the bed.
The nurse dropped the pen light and took a few steps back.  She had a look
on her face as if she was watching Linda Blair turn her head around
backwards in "The Exorcist."

	Suddenly Rusty opened his eyes and a huge smile formed on his face.
He sat up and stared straight ahead with a wild look.  "That was awesome!"
he cried.



	It goes without saying that I was ecstatic that my face-pounding
hadn't killed Rusty Dorfman, the injured quarterback of my college in
California.  There was no question that I had worsened his concussion, but
the resident doctor ran over and examined him and said that he was alright.
The resident decided to repeat a series of tests and I left just as the
nurse was wheeling Rusty away for his repeat head CT.  "You're coming back
tomorrow, right, Brady?" Rusty asked as he was wheeled away.

	I laughed, and said, "No, dude, I'm not."

	As I was walking toward my car I received a call to my mobile and
instantly recognized Nate's number.  I was upset about everything that had
gone down that night, but I needed to confront Nate, so I answered the
call.  "Yeah, what is it?" I asked.

	"Hey, Brady," said Nate, in his usual chipper voice.  "I just
wanted to check and see what you were doing.  Are you still at the
hospital?"

	"Yeah," I replied, "but I'm on my way home now.  Rusty has to go
for a repeat scan of his head because he passed out again.  That guy is not
in good shape."

	"Dude, that sucks," said Nate.  "Dorfman just can't catch a break.
Did you give him my card?"

	"Yeah, I gave it to him."

	"Dude," said Nate, "don't go home.  I rented a DVD and it would be
awesome if you could come over and watch it with me."

	I sighed, the last thing I wanted to do at this point was watch a
DVD with Nate Holderman, the football player that had covertly sent me to
the hospital to help the former starting QB cum, but I wanted to confront
him so I agreed.  "What DVD did you get?" I asked.

	" 'Busty Bisexuals of Atlantis'," Nate replied.  He offered to read
to me the description from the back of the box.  It read: "The lost
continent of Atlantis may be thousands of feet under the sea, but the
Atlantean women have resurfaced and they have not had sex in three thousand
years.  In spite of their origins in a culture of repression, these women
are horny and they are looking for a few good men..."

	"What do you think?" Nate asked.

	"Alright," I said, "I'll come over."



	Nate met me at the entrance to his dorm and held the door open for
me.  "Dude," he said, "you don't even know how much I appreciate you going
to the hospital for me.  Did Rusty seem happy when you left?"

	"Yeah," I said, keeping my cool.  I was holding in my anger until
the right moment.  I still couldn't believe that Nate had sent me over
there to suck Dorfman's dick.  "He was pretty cool.  I think you should
probably go next time."

	"Yeah, you're probably right," said Nate.  "I just wanted to break
the ice."

	We walked up the stairs to Nate's room on the third floor and he
unlocked the door.  "Come in," he said.  "I just popped in the DVD."

	I walked in to Nate's dorm room and he closed the door behind me.
I watched Nate as he took off his jacket and I admired the sight before me.
The blond jock was wearing his football jersey and he looked even beefier
than usual.  He looked super fuckable, but I wouldn't let that distract me
from my objective of confronting him about what he had done.

	Nate sat down on the foot of his bed and gazed up at me.  His hands
held on to a bowl of newly-popped Orville Redenbacher "Coronary Explosion"
popcorn.  "Dude, are you alright?" he asked.

	"Get up," I said, staring right into Nate's deep blue eyes.

	"What?" Nate asked, gazing quizzically at me.

	"Get up, you fucking asshole!" I shouted.

	Nate put down the bowl of popcorn and stood up.  "Dude what's
wrong?"

	I took a few steps closer to Nate and pushed him, hard.  Nate
stumbled back.  "What the fuck?" he said.

	I took another couple of steps toward Nate and pushed him again.
He stumbled down to the floor.

	"Dude, what's up?" Nate asked.

	"You know 'what's up'," I replied.  "You fucking sent me over there
to get Dorfman off."

	"What?" Nate asked in bewilderment.

	"Don't try to act innocent, you prick," I yelled.  "You sent me
over there to suck Dorfman's dick, he told me that himself, and you
pretended it was all over some stupid card.  What do you take me for?  Do
you think I'm a fucking chump?"

	"Brady, what the fuck are you talking about?"

	"Dorfman told me you sent me there to suck his cock," I said.

	Nate sat down on the floor and shook his head.  "Dude," he began,
"do you really think I would do that to you.  I just wanted you to bring
over that card."

	"Then what the fuck was he talking about?!"

	"I don't know," Nate replied, with a sigh.

	"He mentioned something about the kicker."

	"The kicker?" asked Nate.  "Oh shit!  Yeah.  Sometimes we do pass
around the kicker when we need blow jobs.  Shit, he probably thought I sent
you there to get him off."

	"That's what I just said, you asshole."

	"Brady, that wasn't my intention," said Nate.  "Believe me.
Please."

	I have to admit, Nate looked sincere.  And, to be honest, he was
not smart enough to pull off this caliber of a lie.  "Are you telling the
truth?" I asked.

	"Yeah, Brady," said Nate.  "I am.  I wouldn't do that to you.  I
wouldn't send you over to do... that.  If I knew Dorfman was looking to get
his dick sucked I would have just sent Spencer, the kicker."

	I sighed.  "Alright," I said.  "Whatever.  Anyway, I'm outta here."
I turned to walk away.

	"Wait," said Nate, leaping up and grabbing my arm.  My dick
suddenly got hard.

	"What?"

	"Don't leave, man," said the QB.  He looked at me with eyes full of
longing, undressing me with his eyes.  I could tell that he was still
feeling a little vulnerable about finding himself suddenly forced to lead
the team so I was willing to hear him out.  "Stay for a little bit," he
said.

	"I don't know, man.  I'm still pissed, even though I don't think
it's your fault."

	"Let me make it up to you," said Nate, and he pulled me close to
him.  His eyes tore deep into me and he pulled my face close to his.  He
kissed me.  My cock, which had already started to throb, now was already
beginning to leak.  Fuck, what the hell is going on here?

	"Nate..." I began.

	"Don't say anything," said Nate.  "Let me make it up to you."

	Nate began to take off my clothes, his face slathered in a smile
the whole time.  He took off my t-shirt, pulled off my shoes and socks, and
then pulled down my pants.  Last, but not least, he took off my boxers and
gave my cock a playful squeeze.  "I have an idea," said Nate.  "Turn
around."

	I turned around and showed off my beefy hockey player ass to Nate.

	"Mmmm," he moaned.  "Get in bed," he said.  "Lay down on your
stomach."

	I laid down flat on the bed with my ass facin up and next thing I
knew, I could feel Nate's naked body on top of mine.  I swallowed (I didn't
necessarily like where this was going) but I didn't pull away.  I could
feel Nate's growing cock resting on my ass as Nate kissed the back of my
neck and dry-humped me.  His strong arms were placed around me

	"First," said Nate, "I'm gonna eat out your ass and then I'm gonna
fuck you, okay?"

	"I don't know, man," I said.

	"What is it, bro?"

	"I... I don't think I'm ready to get fucked..."

	Nate turned my face to the side kissed me on the lips.  "Brady," he
said, "I've been playing this moment out in my head for a long time.  I
wanna fuck you so bad.  Your ass is begging to get fucked.  I wanna feel my
cock inside of you."

	These words sounded awfully familiar and I knew that I had said
something like that to Nick a few weeks before.  Nate Holderman was hot,
all it took was the right look from him for my dick to get hard, but the
thought of getting fucked scared me.  I needed time to think about it and
here he was putting me on the spot.  My mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
I had entered Nate's room planning on knocking him out for sending me to
blow Dorfman, but then he claimed that it wasn't true.  I believed him and,
more than that, I could tell from his eyes that he wanted me and that he
had been waiting for me.  I knew that his body ached to be with me,
but... something about it didn't feel right.  I had the creeping suspicion
that if I went all the way with Nate I would live to regret it.

	"I don't know, man," I said.  "I've never done that before.  I
mean... I've never had anyone do that... to me."

	I felt Nate's strong body on top of mine and I could feel the hair
from his abs and his crotch on my back.  "I'll work on your ass first," he
said, "with my tongue.  If that feels good, Brady, we can go from there."

	"Alright," I said.  "Okay."

	Nate maneuvered his body down toward my ass.  He pulled my butt up
into the air a bit and then spread apart my ass cheeks.  "Oh my GOD," Nate
said.  He must have liked what he saw because I could hear him salivating.

	"Brady, this is gonna be amazing," Nate said.

	Before I could reply, I felt Nate's face buried between my ass
cheeks and, a few moments later, I felt the sensation of Nate's wet tongue
lapping around my hole.

	"Oh fuck," I said.  He had barely even done anything and I was
already about to cum.  "Oh my god," I moaned.

	Nate's strong arms held my ass up off of the bed and he thrust his
tongue into my hole.  He moved his face back and forward, thrusting his
tongue in and out, fucking my ass with his stiff tongue.  He made loud
slurping noises and these sounds had me so riled up that I reached around
and grabbed my dick.  A few seconds later my dick was leaking precum again.
Nate hefted my legs up onto his shoulders and shoved his face even deeper
between my cheeks.  He slobbered around like a pimp eating pussy and I
closed my eyes in ecstasy.  I didn't know all the details of what he was
doing back there, but it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.  I had
never been pleasured like that before.

	"You're all wet now," said Nate.  "Your hole is lubed up."

	"Oh yeah?" I asked.  "What does that mean?"

	Nate laughed and set me down on the bed.  He laid his beefy
quarterback body on top of me and whispered into my ear: "It means you're
ready to get fucked."

	I took a deep breath.  "Uh..." I stammered, "I don't know.
Nate..." and then, suddenly, we heard the sound of my mobile ringing.

	"Don't answer it," said Nate.  "Dude, please, don't answer it."

	I reached for the phone anyway and I looked at the number on the
screen.  It was Nick.  Nick, the wrestler of my dreams, who had taught me
what it meant to really lust after someone.  I answered it and Nate rolled
over.  "Fuck!" he said.

	"What's up, Nick?" I asked.

	"Dude, you have to come," said Nick.

	I sat up.  I had never heard Nick like this before.  "What's
wrong?"

	"I got into a fight with Rick," said Nick.  I recalled that Rick
was one of Nick's wrestling teammates.  They didn't get along and the
stories that Nick told me about him made me want to find out where the guy
lived and kick his ass.  "It was a big fight," said Nick.  "A fistfight."

	"Wait," I said, standing up.  "Did he hit you?"

	"Yeah," said Nick.  "We got into a fight at the gym."

	"Are you there now?" I asked.  I was seeing red at this point.

	"Yeah, I'm sitting out front," said Nick.

	"I'll meet you there in five minutes.  Rick doesn't know who he's
fucking with."

	I hung up and started to get dressed.  "I'm sorry, Nate," I said.
"I have to go.  I... I just don't think this was meant to happen.  I have
to run.  It's an emergency."

	After I pulled my pants up, I walked towards the door.  Before I
walked out, I took one last look back at Nate and he looked crushed.  He
didn't say anything and I walked out the door.



TO BE CONTINED.


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