Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2011 20:53:24 -0500
From: Sean Williams <williamscold@gmail.com>
Subject: Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack 7 Correction

Wrestlers Love the Kamikaze Shack

Chapter 7



	"Only ten male slaves?" asked the barbarian queen.  "That's all?
We can do better than that, ladies!  Let's raid that village again as I can
accept nothing less than one hundred virile and unwilling studs.  Their
tongues shall be removed, of course, to quench their screams.  I never
liked screamers."

	The scantily-clad barbarian women nodded their heads in agreement
with their sovereign's words.  "Ladies," continued the queen, "you should
be ashamed of yourselves!  I never saw such laziness!  How can we
repopulate our tribe with only ten men?"

	I turned the television down and I closed my eyes, but I still
couldn't get any sleep.  I was only half-way through "Ballbusting Scythian
Women", a movie that I had been trying to get my hands on for the past
month and a half, but I really just wanted to sleep.  It was 2 in the
morning on a Thursday in December and I had class that day.  I really
needed to get to sleep as I had finals coming up.  Honestly, what I really
wanted probably wasn't going to happen.  I had a hard-on that just wouldn't
go down even though I had jerked off to satisfacion three times in the last
eight hours.

	As I sat there on the edge of the bed, I suddenly heard a knock at
the door.  I sighed.  "Seriously?" I asked.  "It's 2 in the goddamn
morning."

	I opened the door and saw two big brown eyes staring up at me.
That hard-on wasn't going anywhere.  "Nick," I said.  "Fuck!  What are you
doing here, bro?"

	Nick laughed.  "Well," he said, "I had this hard-on and I couldn't
get you out of my head so I figured I should just come over."

	That's good, I guess.  He gets a hard-on and thinks of me.

	"Oh yeah?" I asked.

	"Are you pissed?" Nick asked.  He was wearing a leather jacket and
a tight gray shirt underneath.  The fabric was stretched to bursting over
his meaty pecs.

	"Yeah, I'm really pissed," I replied.  "I'm so pissed that my dick
is rock hard."

	"Can I feel it?" Nick asked, stepping in to the apartment.  He
closed the door behind him.

	"I don't know," I said, reaching forward and pulling Nick close to
me.  I put my hands on his tight wrestler ass.  My hands felt nothing but
rock hard muscle under his jeans.  "I don't know.  I wouldn't want you to
think I'm easy.  I don't put-out unless I get dinner first."

	"Dinner?" Nick asked.  "It's too late for that, Brady.  We've got
better things to do with our time.  Now about that dick..."

	"You can touch it," I said, "just tell me what you want to do with
it first."

	Nick pulled off his jacket and tossed it over on the chair.  He
kicked off his sneakers and took off his shirt and jeans.  He stood in
front of me wearing only a well-used jock with his cock head poking out the
top.

	"Damn," I whispered.

	Nick reached forward and grabbed my cock through my boxers.  "It
looks like you were waiting for me."

	"I was," I replied.  "God, what is it about you, Nick?  As soon as
I see you my heart starts pounding.  I don't get it."

	"I do," Nick said.  I was shirtless and, next thing I knew, I felt
Nick's cold hands on my hairy chest and on my back.  I tossed my head back
and moaned.  The touch of Nick's hands alone was enough to make me crazy.
Then, I saw Nick bend forward and slowly begin to pull down my boxers.  As
my boxers came down, there was a loud "plop" when my dick slapped against
my abdomen.

	"I could never get tired of that," Nick said and he slowly got down
on his knees.  I rubbed my hands in Nick's dark brown hair and then I
rubbed them over the 130-lb wrestler's knotted and muscular shoulders.  I
closed my eyes and then...

	"Brady?" I heard a voice ask.  "Brady, what the hell is wrong with
you?"

	"Huh?" I asked, opening my eyes.  "What?"

	"You slept through organic chemistry again."  It was Trish's voice.
"Class is over, buddy."

	"Shit, did I sleep through class again?" I looked down: blank page
in the notebook, as usual.  If I pass this class, it'll be a miracle (who
knows, maybe God has a soft spot for horndogs).  "Goddamn!" I said.  "And
that was a good dream, too."

	"Were you dreaming about me again?" asked Trish.  "Aw, honey!  I
know I'm your dream girl."

	"Not really."

	"Oh, shut up," Trish shouted.  "You would be so lucky to have me."

	"Not..."

	"Just shut up, Brady, okay?"  said Trish.  She was packing up her
books and I thought she just might stab me with one of her newly-sharpened
pencils.  "If you say 'not really' again I will actually stab you and not
feel the tiniest twinge of remorse.  I have nothing to lose at this point.
What exactly is going on with you, anyway?"

	"Nothing," I replied. "Let's just go, okay?  Everyone else is
leaving, so let's go."

	"I want an answer," said Trish.  "Are your parents having problems?
Do you need money?"

	"Trish, it's not that, it's just."

	"It's Nick, isn't it?"

	I started sweatin' like a whore in church.  "What?" I asked.  "It's
not Nick.  Why would you say that?"  Keep in mind, my friends, that to the
world at-large I am as straight as George W. Bush (well, not including his
drunken years at Yale).

	"You don't have to tell me," said Trish as we finally got up and
prepared to walk out of the lecture hall.  "You know, it's your business,
not mine."

	"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," I said, "but I
want you to stop, alright?  Nick is my bro. Am I little pissed that he
hasn't returned my calls?  Yeah, I am, but that's it, okay?"

	Trish shrugged.  "Alright," she said.  "No reason to get touchy.
"Let's go."




	The truth was, I hadn't seen Nick in more than two weeks and he had
ignored all of my calls over that period.  Ever since that meeting with
Nick's wrestling's teammate Rick Garcia in the gym, Nick had been avoiding
me and now, well, he'd cut off contact with me altogether.  I was going out
of my mind wondering what was up with him and I didn't know what to do.  I
didn't quite reach stalker status, but let's be honest, I definitely sat
parked in my car outside his dorm a few nights, but then I figured: "Fuck
it."  Maybe he just needs his space, and I'll just have to give it to him.

	My feelings for Nick hadn't changed.  In fact, they were stronger
now than they ever were and, truth be told, maybe he didn't feel the same
about me anymore.  I would lie in bed at night jerking-off imagining
running my hands over Nick's tanned body, turning him over and spanking his
ass.  I imagined lying on top of him and slapping my hard cock on his
bubble butt, spreading his thick ass cheeks apart.  I would sleep on my
stomach sometimes thinking about humping Nick, shoving my cock in and out
of his tight pink hole.  My eleven inch cock was a lot for the little
wrestler to take, but he moaned in pleasure with every inch that I pushed
in.  I wanted Nick so much right now, and so I called him again.  It was
pathetic, I know, but I had to know what was going on with him and,
besides, I knew that he still wanted me.

	As I turned over the last time I had seen him in my head, I could
picture the look in his eyes.  It was a look as full of lust as my glances
at him must have been, but, fuck, why wouldn't he call me back?  He had
even tossed around the idea of us moving in together, but now, nothing.
Not even a call back.  So as I lay in bed, calling Nick for the twelth time
that week, I wondered if he would pick up this time so we could talk things
out and figure out how to move forward, but he didn't pick up.  Again.




	So, now, here I am: back at the Kamikaze Shack, daydreaming about
Nick as the hours wind down.  It was 9:45 and, in fifteen minutes, I would
be able to close up the shack and head home.  The shack was even slower
than usual tonight.  I had a few bitchy grad students asking for shots of
espresso in their coffee and other requests that I immediately refused,
but, other than that, there was pretty much "nothin' doin'" at the Kamikaze
Shack, as they say.

	Yet just as I was about to call it a night and close up the shack,
a few minutes early, I heard the sound of footsteps walking towards the
shack.  "God, if it's that crazy Physics professor again, I'm gonna quit,"
I thought to myself.  "He should know by now, we don't have
pumpkin-flavored ice cream..."

	"Brady," I heard a voice say, out of the darkness.

	"Nate?" I asked.  "Dude, is that you?  Long time, no see."

	"I know," Nate said.  It was Nate Holderman, star quarterback of
the football team and a 6'3 slab of beefy jockish goodness.  When he made
it to the front window of the Kamikaze Shack, I saw his usual
million-dollar smile plastered across his face.  Not as cocky as he usually
looked, just sort of a "glad to see you, been a long time" type of smile
and, honestly, I was glad to see him, too.

	"I've been busy with football," Nate began, "but now that the
season's over I should have more down time."  Nate was wearing a blue
sweatshirt, which hid his buff body, but an onlooker could still tell that
he was really big and beefy under his clothes.  "We should hang out
sometime," Nate added, tapping his fingers on the counter of the shack.

	"Yeah," I said.  "Congratulations on your season, man.  10 and 3.
That's second place in the conference, which is not too bad considering we
lost the first two games."

	"It's pretty good, I guess," said Nate.  He rubbed a hand through
his close-cropped blond hair.

	"Pretty good?  It's amazing.  The team lost nine games last year,
Nate.  You really turned things around.  Remember how scared you were
though?"  I laughed.  "I honestly thought you might quit the team and
runoff to Mexico.  I'm glad you didn't."

	"You are?"

	"Yup," I replied.  "The team really needed you."

	"Oh.  Got it."

	"You should be proud of yourself, Nate," I continued.  "I bet your
Dad is really proud."

	"He is," said Nate.  "Honestly, Brady, he won't stop talking about
it.  It's like he didn't give a shit before, but now, all of a sudden, he
wants me to come over for dinner, go golfing with him at his club, that
kind of thing."

	"I hear ya," I said.  "My Dad can be that way, too.  I think my
older brother Eric was always his favorite."

	"It sucks, man," said Nate.  "It's so insincere.  I can't imagine
how my Dad would act if we had lost the season.  He probably would have
disowned me and refused to talk to me again.  Brady, imagine if I had lost
the season?"

	This conversation was a little more dense than the typical Nate
talk, but I tried to keep up.  "Nate, you didn't lose the season," I said.
"You're good and you deserve to be the starting QB, like I told you back
then.  Don't let anyone tell you different, not even your Dad.  If he's not
on your side then forget about him.  Just do you, man."

	Nate laughed.  "Does a pep talk come with the ice cream?" he asked.
"Is that, like, a combo or something?"

	I laughed, too.  "No," I replied, "but I just wanted to tell you
that you did a good job this season, in spite of all the odds stacked
against you, and... well, people noticed.  I noticed.  And they say you're
up for a few awards at the award ceremony in February."

	"We'll see," said Nate.  "Hey, were you about to close up?"

	"Yeah, I was," I replied, "but what do you want?  I'll fix it for
you before I close the shack."

	"I don't want anything, I just wanted to see if you were interested
in hanging out."

	I sighed.  "Usually, I would say yes, Nate, but I'm having a rough
day.  Actually, kind of a rough two weeks, man.  I don't think I'd be good
company."

	"Dude, you're always good company," said Nate.  "We don't have to
do anything special, just shoot the shit in front of the television."

	"I don't think so," I said.  I began closing up the shack since
Nate said that he didn't need anything.

	"C'mon, man," said Nate, walking around to the back of the truck.
I tossed him my bookbag and locked the rear doors to the shack.  I hopped
down from the truck.  "Finals are coming up, then winter break... I may not
see you for a good month or two."

	"Well," I said, "alright, but only if you promise not to keep me up
all night.  My sleep the past few days has been really crummy and I need to
get some shut-eye."

	"No problem," said Nate.  "You'll have plenty of time for beauty
sleep, bro.  Let's go."




	We drove over to Nate's dorm and, when we reached the room, Nate
turned on the television.  We were both pretty hungry so we had stopped to
grab some fast food on the way and it was almost eleven by the time we
finally made it to his place.

	"Dude, there's nothing on," I said.  "Just the news."

	"Oh yeah?" Nate asked.

	"Yup.  Let's try ESPN.  Maybe I can get the highlights from the
hockey games."

	"That's right, you're Mr. Hockey.  How could I forget?"

	"I don't know.  How could you?"

	Nate laughed.  "Hey, can I ask you a question?" he asked.  We were
both sitting on the edge of Nate's bed and Nate looked up at me as he said
this.

	"You just did," I replied.

	"Can I ask you another one?"

	"Shoot."

	"Don't take it personally, but... what's going on with you and that
wrestler Nick Petrillo?"

	I sighed and looked away.  "Not you, too.  Jeez."

	"Did someone else ask you that, too?"

	"Yeah, my friend, Trish," I said.  "Honestly, Nate, I don't know
what's going on.  I... shit, I really don't want to tell you this.  I
guess... I care about him.  I thought maybe we could get something going,
but... I don't know.  He's giving me the cold shoulder all of the sudden.
I think he's amazing, he's just awesome, but I guess he doesn't feel the
same about me."

	"Did he say that?"

	"No," I replied.  "That's the whole point.  He won't talk to me.
He's just shutting me out and I don't know what the fuck is going on.  My
parents told me I could invite one of my friends to the family ski trip we
take every year, because one of my uncles backed out.  I was planning on
asking Nick, but I can't reach him.  He won't return my calls, so now, I
don't really know what to do."

	"You gotta find a way to get him to talk to you."

	"Nate, I'm not..."

	"I know," Nate said this quickly, cutting me off.  He was looking
me dead in the eyes and I reciprocated his look.  Something about Nate
tonight was different.  It's not just that he was vulnerable somehow, but,
for the first time, I actually felt like he was my friend and I could just
take it easy with him.  I used to think he was just a big dumb blond jock,
and, he kind of was.  The guy was gorgeous: blond hair, chiseled face,
tanned, blue eyes.  His body wasn't super-cut, but he had that beefy
football player type of physique with round pecs, round biceps.  You get
the picture.  Nate was every girl's dream; he could have any chick on
campus that he wanted, but he was flying solo.  He went out with one of
Trish's crazy sorority friends for a little bit, but nothing serious.  He
was kind of an enigma to me.  I still felt that he was a little too dumb to
be that elusive sensitive jock that every straight woman was looking for,
but lately, I was beginning to feel that perhaps I hadn't given him enough
credit.  Maybe, just maybe, there was more there than meets the eye.

	"I know," said Nate again.  "I'm not... that, either.  I don't know
what I am right now.  That's weird, right?"

	"I shouldn't talk," I said.  "It looks like I'm in the same boat."

	"I just... I can't get you out of my head."  After Nate said this,
he sighed.  Then he put a hand on my chest.  He played with the buttons on
my collared shirt.  "Maybe it's because you helped me that week before I
was scheduled to start for the team.  But, it's not just that.  I... Can I
say this?  When I see you, my dick gets hard.  All I have to do is think
about you and my dick gets hard.  What the fuck is that?  You're in my head
now and I can't get you out."

	I didn't say anything.  I avoided looking at Nate.  Why was he
telling me this?

	"And it's not just that," said Nate, continuing on.  "I want to
know what it feels like to have your body against mine.  I want to fuck you
so bad, Brady.  It's all I can think about.  I literally can't sleep at
night.  You have to let me fuck you."

	"Nate..."

	"Brady, just hear me out."

	"Dude," I said, "you said what you had to say.  There's no way I'm
letting you fuck me."

	Nate sighed again.  Next thing I knew, I felt his hand on my
crotch.  "As hard as ever," he said.  "I have an idea."

	Nate pulled off his shirt, giving me a perfect view of his meaty
pecs.  He had hair on his chest but it was blond so you couldn't really see
it in the dark room.  I would feel his hair rub against my chest when he
fucked me that night.  Nate got down on his knees and unzipped my shorts,
then he pulled them down.  Next came my boxers and before I knew it, my
cock was pointed right at Nate's face.  He reached forward and played with
my dick, jerking it slow and tight.  After a few minutes of Nate jerking
off my dick as he sat on the floor on his knees, I felt the wet sensation
on precum squeezing out of my dick.

	"Nate, you're making me so hot right now," I said.  I reached
forward and rubbed a hand through Nate's hair.

	"That's the point," he said.  I rubbed Nate's body, enjoying the
feeling of his round shoulders and thick, meaty chest.  I played with his
large round nipples and then I leaned back and moaned in pleasure as Nate
took my cock in his mouth.  He licked the underside of my head and shaft
and sucked the precum out of my dick.  He swallowed it.  As Nate slowly
took my cock deeper and deeper into his throat, he played with my
low-hanging balls.  My moans grew louder and louder as I watched Nate's
face move back and forth on my dick.  Honestly, just watching this jock go
to town on my rod was sending me over the edge.

	"Oh my god," I said.

	Nate took my cock out of his mouth for a second and said, "You like
it, baby?"  After he asked this, he instantly put my cock back in his
mouth.

	"I love it."

	Nate kept his eyes closed so he could concentrate on deep-throating
my eleven-inch dick and before I knew it I could feel my cock reaching the
back of his throat.  I could tell that Nate was closed to gagging on my
cock and so I didn't put my hands on his head but kept them on his
shoulders.  I rubbed his shoulders and back as Nate held my cock in his
mouth.  He pulled my cock out a little bit and held my cock head on his
lips.  I could tell he was inpatient for me to cum as he instantly put one
of his hands on my cock and began jerking as fast as he could into his
mouth.  He moaned as he jerked my cock in his mouth and my body started to
spasm as I listened to this jock's horny moans for my cum.

	"Shit, Nate!" I said.  "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

	Nate mumbled something that I couldn't understand.  Seconds later,
I felt the first hot pulse of cum dribble out of my dick.  It landed on
Nate's tongue.  "Mmmm," he said.

	That first shot of cum was followed by spurt after spurt of hot cum
as my body shook and pushed the cum out.  Nate was still jerking my dick,
jerking out all the cum, and spurt after spurt shot out and hit the back of
his throat.  Nate had to take a breath and I saw my cum leak out the side
of his mouth and down his chin.

	"Oh my god, Nate," I said, as Nate struggled to swallow all of the
cum.  "Shit!"  After the last shot came out, I said: "That was incredible."

	Nate stood up, leaned forward and kissed me.  He still had a decent
amount of cum in his mouth and, as I kissed the quarterback, I could taste
my own salty cum.  Nate had his arms around me as he kissed me and we
kissed for a good five minutes or more.  I felt my chest against his chest
and it was one of the hottest things I ever felt.  Slowly, Nate pushed me
back on the bed and, before I knew it, I was laying flat with my back on
the bed and Nate was on top of me.  I could feel his fat, rock hard dick
throbbing against my abs.  Nate still held on to me and kissed me as he
laid on top of me.  "I wanna fuck you," he said.  "God, I wanna fuck you so
bad."  He pushed my legs up to look at my ass and said, "Your hole is so
fucking tight.  I'm gonna fuck that ass, baby."

	"I don't know."

	"Please," Nate said.  "I won't be too rough."

	"Alright," I said.

	Nate reached for his wallet and grabbed a condom.  He put it on.
He didn't have any lube so he spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock.
"I wanna fuck you just like this," Nate said as he positioned his cock in
front of my hole.  "I want to see you.  I want you facing me."

	I closed my eyes as I was terrified about what he was going to do.
I had never imagined myself getting fucked, but I was so hot for Nate at
that point that I would have done whatever he said.  "It'll be fine,
Brady," he said, as he began to push his cock in.  "Don't worry about a
thing."

	"Oh shit," I said.  "Oh my fucking god."

	Nate pushed his cock into my beefy ass and I held on to his arms.
"Your ass is so tight," he said as he continued to push his dick in.
"Mmmmm.  I'm so hot for you right now."

	Nate slowly eased his dick deeper into my ass and I kept my eyes
closed.  It hurt like hell but I liked feeling Nate's body against mine.
The quarterback leaned his body lower down on top of mine and began working
his fucking into a rhythm, It hurt at first, Nate plugging my ass with his
thick cock, but after a couple minutes, I opened my eyes and I saw Nate
smiling at me.  He leaned forward and kissed me.  "You alright?" he asked.

	"Yeah."

	"Oh god," said Nate.  "This is so hot.  I can't believe I'm fucking
you."

	Nate bent my legs further back and slammed his beefy body against
my ass.  "Ah!" I said as Nate worked his fucking into a faster pace.

	"Did I hurt you?"

	"No, I'm alright.  Shit, don't go so fast though."

	"I'm sorry, Brady," Nate said, and then he slowed down. He leaned
forward and kissed me.  He kissed my mouth, face, and neck.  He hugged my
body closer to his.

	"I love you," he said.

	"What?"

	"Nothing... nothing," said Nate.  "God, I'm close."  I felt his
body tense up and I knew he was almost ready to blow.  "I'm gonna cum!
Shit, Brady, I'm cummin'!"

	Nate pulled his dick out of my ass and then pulled off the condom.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled.  Nate's cock had already started to cum before he got
the condom off and, by the time it was off, the cum was surging out of his
dick like a running faucet.  He leaned over my chest and shot load after
load in the cleft between my pecs, my nipples, and my neck.  The cum was
hot and thick and continuous.  One shot of cum even landed all the way up
on my chin.

	"You son-of-a-bitch," I said, laughing, looking at all of Nate's
hot cum on my body as the last drops dribbled out.  "You even came on my
chin, you asshole."

	"Sorry, man," said Nate, laughing.  "I'll get it off."  Nate leaned
forward and licked the cum off my chin.  He laid his body down against mine
and kissed me.  "Oh shit," he said.  "I've never experienced anything like
that before.  Have you?  That was insane."

	"I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, you fucker."

	"Oh shit!" Nate said, covering his face with his hands, laughing.
The big guy looked kinda cute like that.  "I'm sorry," he said.  When he
was done laughing, he got up and tossed me a towel.  We cleaned all the cum
off of our bodies.

	"I should take a shower," I said, standing up.

	"Wait," said Nate, reaching for my arm.  "Do you wanna spend the
night?"

	"No," I said.  "I should go.  I need to sleep in my own bed."

	"Alright, but just hang out here for a second," and Nate rolled
over, leaning his body against me on the bed.  He rested his head on my
chest and tossed one of his legs on top of mine.  "It feels really good
having you here."

	"Okay," I said, "I can stay but only for a little bit."

	We laid there like that for a good thirty minutes.  I was watching
television as Nate continued to rest his face on my chest.  Nate's eyes
were closed and he had a satisfied smile on his face.

	"Shit," I thought to myself.  "If I'm not careful, he'll just fall
asleep like that and I'll be stuck here all night."

	"Nate," I said, sitting up.  I kissed him o the forehead.  "I have
to go."

	"I know," said Nate.  "I know."



	TO BE CONTINUED


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