Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2008 22:59:14 -0500 From: Marie Sanders Subject: John and Randy part 3 *******THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I DO NOT CLAIM TO KNOW JOHN CENA OR RANDY ORTON AND THIS STORY IS IN NO WAY A REFLECTION OF THEIR PERSONAL LIVES. THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A M/M RELATIONSHIP, SO IF THIS SORT OF THING TURNS YOUR STOMACH, WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON NIFTY.ORG? BUT REALLY, IF M/M RELATIONSHIPS AREN'T YOUR THING, TURN AWAY NOW******** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry the last chapter was so short. I have been really busy lately and haven't had much time to write anything other than fifteen page papers for my lit class. But on the positive note, more chapters are to come in this story, so do not fret. To all of my loyal readers: thank you. Your support and suggestions are always welcome in my inbox. To my new readers: do not feel shy to tell me what you think of this story. I love getting feedback. It is what makes these writings fun. If any of you have any suggestions as for what you would like to see happen next, please tell me. I have always loved the John/Randy storyline, but I wouldn't mind incorporating a few new characters. So one more time: Thanks for reading, and try to keep your hands on the keyboard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When we last left John and Randy, John had just finished sucking Randy off in the elevator on their way to their hotel room after a meeting with Vince McMahon. We pick up now in the hotel as John and Randy are packing their things for their flight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "John, have you seen my cell phone?" asked Randy, frantically searching for his things. "Last time I saw it Randy you had left it on the table by the door." "Well, damn it. I lose that thing more than I lose my socks." "Why don't you use the room phone to call it?" "I can't. I put the phone on silent last night while I was meeting with Vince." Randy replied. "Well, I don't know what to tell you then." "It's ok, John. But you know what I am really looking for?" "What, Randy?" "I am looking for that monster cock of yours. I can't wait until we get off the plane and into the next hotel so I can ride that snake again." Randy said while he was kissing John's neck and running his hands all over John's body. "Randy, stop. We can't do this right now. We are supposedto be searching for your cell phone. Remember?" John said returing the kisses to his lover and friend. "Fuck it. I want you now, John." Randy reached down for John's belt and unbuckled it, causing John's pants to fall straight to the floor, leaving him exposed. John did the same to Randy, only he had to pull of Randy's jeans, due to Randy's ass being to developed. John led Randy to the bed, both collapsing on the bed, wrestling for who would be the top this time. Randy didn't really fight back when John had him pinned underneath him lubbing up his ready and preparing Randy's ass to be pounded for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. John turned Randy over onto his back. "John, why do you always want me on my back?" Randy asked "It's so I can see your face when you are about to cum." John replied gazing into Randy's eyes. " I love you, John." "I love you too, Randy." With that being said John inserted the head to his dick into Randy's well primed asshole and got to work. Pumping in and out slowly at first to make the pleasure last as long as possible for the both of them. But the closer John got, the faster the thrusting got. In and out. In and out. In and out. "Oh, Randy, I am getting so close. Your ass is so tight and hot, I just wanna fuck your brains out." "Oh gaaaawwwddd, John keep it going just like that." In and out. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. "Oh gaawwdd, Randy." John shouted as he started shooting his man juice deep inside his lovers ass. "John, where did you learn to fuck like that?" "Lots of practice." John said as he pulled out and pulled his pants back on, handing Randy his clothing for his lower half as well. "Come on, Randy." said John. "We've only got about thirty minutes before we have to get our sexy asses to the airport." As they packed up the rest of their things and headed out of the hotel lobby, they were stopped by several of their co-workers asking them what had taken so long for them to get all of their things. "Randy lost his cell phone again." John said. "We had to find it." On the cab ride to the airport, John and Randy took their own cab. While in the cab they had each other's hands in each other's laps, gently careesing the inner thigh of the other. "John..." said Randy. "What?" asked John. "I cannot wait until we get to the next hotel." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sorry this chapter was kind of short also. I am kinda suffering from writers block. I could really use some suggestions for plot line or character incorporation. So feel free to email me at slinkylubber@gmail.com. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~