Date: Sat, 04 Feb 2006 14:08:22 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Bet 5: Cena's Second

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Cena stood in the backstage area of the arena watching an Olympic Gold
Medalist in action. This wasn't a new sight for him to see, he was used to
watching Angle's pre-match work out. The squat thrusts, the push ups, the
sit ups and the various stretches the former Olympian went through. But it
didn't matter how many times he saw the ritual, it never lost its appeal and
frankly he needed cheering up. He'd just come from the locker room of Chris
Masters and he was down a point, again.

And as the rapper stood watching Angle in his tight singlet he licked his
lips and felt the idea forming in his mind. He'd only stumbled upon Angle
tonight but maybe that was a good thing, maybe it was meant to be. Maybe
fate had brought him to this hallway to watch Angle, maybe fate had plans
and who was he to fight these plans?

"Enjoying the show?" Cena had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he
hadn't realized Angle had stopped his warm up and was now gently toweling
down the sweat that had formed on his face. Soon the towel would dry all of
his body; Cena couldn't help but lick his lips again.

"Huh?" It was about all Cena could manage to articulate.

"What do you want John?"

"Well...erm...well K-Man I was wondering if I could get your advice on
something." Angle's expression showed that he was interested. "But you're
busy; you've got a match in a minute so it doesn't matter."

"Is it important?"

"Kinda!"

"I tell you what then, I'll come and find you after I'm done in the ring.
Where will you be? In your locker room?"

"Yeah." This was working out a lot better then Cena could have planned or
imagined. Angle had just invited himself to his locker room; fate really was
on Cena's side tonight. The score was just about to be evened up in a major
way.

"Well I'll see you a bit later then."

"Ok. Thanks."

The two men parted ways and slowly Cena made his way back to his locker
room. He worked out that he probably had twenty or so minutes before Angle
was done and making his way to his locker room. But maybe it would be more;
maybe Angle would grab a shower before he came to see Cena. Cena hoped not,
he had to admit that he quite liked the idea of Angle turning up all hot and
sweaty. There was something oddly appealing about that.

It was only when Cena entered his locker room that he stopped dead in his
tracks both psychically and mentally.

"Hey man!" The deep booming voice of Val Venis greeted him.

"Val? What are you doing here?"

"Oh I was just in the area. Thought I'd come and say hello, see how you were
doing..." Venis had climbed to his feet now and approached Cena with a smile
on his face. Cena noticed that Val was still in his wrestling gear, although
his match was long since over. "You looked a little tense earlier tonight; I
thought you could do with help relaxing." Cena swallowed hard as Val's hands
found their way to his shoulders and slowly began to massage them.

Instantly Cena felt himself relax, well almost all of him was relaxing
anyway. There was one muscle that was starting to tense as Venis slowly
started to massage the heavily muscled Cena. Now usually Cena wouldn't fight
this situation, he'd just go with the flow and let Venis strip him off and
suck him off. He'd even fuck the shit out of Venis as well. But not today,
not now. Venis wasn't worth any points. Masters had already fucked the shit
out of Venis and there was no double scoring in this game.

"Val...Val..." Cena wriggled free of Venis and turned to face him. "Look now
isn't a good time." Venis's hands were now slowly rubbing Cena's hard pecs
and stomach through his baseball jersey.

"Really? Because it looks like a pretty good time to me..." Venis let his eyes
fall down to the bulge that was developing in Cena's jean shorts. Cena had
to admit that he was getting excited, there was no denying it but he
couldn't do this with Venis, not right now.

"Yeah well it isn't. Trust me, I'd love to, really I would but I can't. Not
right now." Again he wriggled free of Venis and smiled in the direction of
the porn star come wrestler. "Next week, I'd love to but not today!" Val was
obviously confused by this comment for a moment before dismissing it as a
joke and advancing on Cena once again.

"Not like you to play hard to get..."

"Am I interrupting something?" Cena's heart leapt as Kurt spoke from the
doorway.

"Not at all K-Man, Val was just leaving." The disappointment was impossible
for Venis to hide but he winked at Cena before turning to leave the room,
giving Kurt a once over before doing so.

"Seriously, did I interrupt something then?"

"Nothing that didn't need to be interrupted." Cena signaled for Angle to
step into the room and take a seat and the Olympic Champion did so and Cena
couldn't help but smile as he took in the sweaty figure of Angle. He hadn't
showered. "I wasn't expecting you yet..."

"The match was quick."

"Cool." A strange silence sat between them for a second. "You don't mind if
I get changed do you?"

"Not at all."

Cena pushed the door of his locker room closed and silently twisted the
lock. He wanted to make sure they wouldn't be interrupted. And quickly he
lifted his baseball jersey over his head and threw it to the floor in time
to see Angle giving his body the once over. Angle seemed to like what he saw
because he was smiling; perhaps it was the large, hard pecs or the washboard
abs. Or maybe the big arms!

"So what did you want to talk about?"

Suddenly Cena stopped in his tracks. He had hit a stumbling block, he hadn't
really thought this through at all and suddenly he was stranded with nowhere
to go. No escape. He kicked his sneakers off and fumbled with his belt
whilst desperately trying to think.

"Erm..." Then an idea struck him. "Can I just ask you a quick favor first, can
you do my belt, I can't get it..." Cena smiled weakly at Angle who got to his
feet and walked over the Cena. He was closer then he needed to be. A lot
closer. The two men were separated by less then an inch of air and Cena
could smell Angle as he struggled with the catch of the belt. Then the catch
sprung open and Cena's shorts slowly slid down his legs to his ankles.

"There you go."

"Thanks."

Again Cena noticed Angle's eyes on him, this time they were much lower then
his muscled upper body and taking in the sight of Cena in his boxers. Cena
was still semi-erect from his encounter with Val and was bulging more then
usual in his tight white Chain Gang boxers, something Kurt had noticed. And
unless Cena was mistaken Kurt's own bulge in his red and blue singlet was
beginning to grow as well.

"So...erm...what did you want?" Angle managed to drag his attention away from
Cena's crotch long enough to ask the question.

"Ah, well K-Man I was hoping you'd help me out with a problem I've got..."

"And what problem is that?"

Cena slowly approached Angle without saying and word and pulled down the
straps of the red and blue singlet to fully reveal Angle's muscled upper
body. Once again the two men were separated by just a few inches of air and
this time the sexual tension was too much to handle they both leaned in
toward each other and kissed.

A gentle kiss at first. Their lips just touching. But then it grew in
passion as the two men began to ran their hands over each others bodies.
Angle opened his mouth first and Cena instantly darted his tongue into his
mouth and the two tongues began to wrestle one another as the spit freely
flowed. It was Angle who won this exchange taking complete control of the
kiss before pulling away. Cena instantly went to restart the kiss but Angle
kept him at arms length.

"What?"

"Take my boots off..." Angle looked dead into the eyes of Cena and made it
clear that there was no room for argument, this wasn't a request. Cena
gently dropped to his knees and pulled the laces of Angle's dark boots apart
and slowly slipped them from his feet before climbing back to his feet.

"There!"

"Now the singlet..." Again Angle's expression made it clear this wasn't a
request. Cena took the straps of the singlet and continued to pull them
down. Once again he gently dropped down to his knees as he pulled the Lycra
down over Angles thick hairless thighs and legs and past his ankles. "Smell
it..." Cena lifted the singlet to his nose and took a breath in. The smell was
over powering but not disgusting. It wasn't a strong smell of sweat,
although that was present, it was something else. It was the smell of Kurt
it was the smell of a hard working man. Cena felt his cock growing harder as
he took a second smell.

"You like that huh?" Angle was smiling down at Cena in just a dark thong
that was barely keeping his dick covered.

"Yeah."

"Get back up here!" Cena got back to his feet with the singlet still in hand
and Angle pulled him in for a second kiss. This time it was Cena who took
control of the kiss, pinning Angles tongue in just a few seconds as he threw
the singlet down to the floor before pulling away from the kiss.

"Down on your knees!" This time Cena's expression made it clear this wasn't
a request and Angle obeyed. "Take my boxers off..." Angle grabbed the waist
band of the boxers and pulled them down freeing Cena's dick and allowing it
to slap Cena's rock hard abs. Soon the boxers were completely off and Angle
was on his knees in front of Cena's large piece of meat. "You know what they
say K-Man, you suck!" Cena smiled at his own joke as Angle licked his lips
in anticipation.

It took Angle just a few seconds to circle his tongue around the thick
purple head of Cena's thick hard cock. He could hear Cena stifle a moan as
his tongue ran over the ultra sensitive purple mushroom of a head. Angle
then turned his attention to kissing down the thick vein filled shaft of
Cena's 8 inch cock.

"Just suck it K!" Cena took hold of Angles head and guided him back up to
the head of the dick, making it clear that he didn't want to be teased.
Angle opened his mouth and placed the head of Cena's dick into his mouth and
slowly inch by inch he worked his way down the shaft of Cena's cock. "Oh
fuck yeah K!"

Angle had his nose buried in the finely trimmed pubes of Cena in just a
matter of seconds and was swirling his tongue and spit around Cena's cock as
it sat happily in his mouth. All the while he could here the muscled stud
groaning his appreciation of Angle's work. Slowly Angle worked his way back
up Cena's cock before moving right back down on it. Soon he had a nice, but
slow rhythm going and was moving up and down Cena's cock.

But Cena wasn't a fan of this rhythm! He took hold of Angle's shaved head
once again and began to take control. Speeding Angle's movements, forcing
him to deep throat his big dick faster and faster. And then his hips with
thrusting into Angle's face as began to fuck the mouth of the Olympic
Champion.

"Yeah that's it K!" Cena could hear Angle gagging on the big dick every few
seconds but he didn't care. It felt too good. Way too good. "Yeah, you're
gonna be my Olympic bitch K!" Cena continued to fuck Angle's mouth with
growing force and speed, and whilst Angle was getting his face fucked his
hands were busy exploring the body of Cena.

They started at the smooth hairless balls of Cena. Playing with them, gently
squeezing them and rolling them in his hand before moving them to the tight
pert ass of Cena. He kneaded the checks gently they were firm and muscled
just like every inch of Cena's perfect body. Angle's hands then moved up to
Cena's back and then around to his washboard abs and then up to the rock
hard pecs! Gently at first he massaged the pecs but then he began to use
more force, grabbing at the muscle with more power and violence. His fingers
quickly found the erect nipples of Cena and began to tweak them.

"Oh Jesus K! I like that man!" Cena pulled Angle off of his dick and lifted
him back to his feet. "Get that expert mouth on my nips bitch!" Angle did as
he was ordered and gently bit down on one of Cena's nipples whilst his
fingers continued to tweak the other. The gently biting was followed up with
his tongue flicking over the erect skin before Angle began to suck on the
nip. All the time Cena was groaning and moaning with pleasure. "I'm gonna
fuck your ass K, up against the locker bitch!"

Angle reluctantly pulled himself away from the nipples and body of Cena and
leaned up against the lockers, his face just a few inches away from the cold
metal. Cena took hold of Angles dark thong and pulled it down to the
Olympians ankles and knelt with his face just a few inches away from Angles
beautiful ass.

"Damn K your ass is hot!"

Cena said no more as he plunged his tongue deep into Angles hole causing
Angle to cry out in surprised pleasure. And as Cena lapped up the sweet,
sweaty taste of Angle's ass Kurt ran his hand down to his hard cock. Slowly
he began to grip his own 7 inch cock and work it over with growing speed.

"Wank that dick K, wank it whilst I fuck your hot ass!" Cena had pulled his
face from Angles ass and as moving back to his feet. He spat on his hand and
rubbed the spit over his beer can thick cock before placing the head
in-between Angle's ass checks. As Cena playfully teased Angles hole with his
cock Angle continued to wank his own cock with growing speed. "Ready bitch?"

Cena didn't wait for an answer, instead he forced his dick into Angle's ass
with one hard thrust producing a loud cry from Angle. Cena grinded up
against Angle's pert checks before slowly pulling his dick out and thrusting
back into Angle, producing another loud cry.

"Oh god it's so big!"

"You fuckin' love it K!"

Cena sped his thrusts up and increased his power and soon the slapping of
his hips meeting Angle's ass was only separated by a second or so of
silence. All the time Angle was crying out his pleasure whilst Cena simply
grunted his own as he tore Angle's tight ass hole open.

"You're so big! You're so good!"

"I'm the fuckin' best K! The fuckin best!"

"The best! The fuckin best!

"You love me poundin' your ass don't ya K!?!"

"I love it! You're the fuckin best!"

Angle was still furiously jerking his cock as Cena pounded his ass with ever
increasing speed and power. Both men coming closer and closer to shooting
their loads.

"I'm going to cum John! You're going to make me cum!"

Cena stopped his thrusting for a moment and with one fluid movement he
lifted Angle up from the floor and with his dick still in Angle's ass he
spun him round so the two men were facing each other, with Angle's legs
wrapped around Cena and his back pressed up against the lockers.

Cena continued to thrust his dick into Angle and Angle continued to jerk his
dick. With just a few hand movements Angle's cum shot from his dick and
Angle once again screamed out in pleasure. The white creamy load landed on
Cena's chest and stomach and it was as Angle's hot load soaked his skin that
Cena shot his own load deep in the ass of Angle.

"Oh fuck yeah K! FUCK YEAH!"

Cena held the two men in position for a moment, feeling his own thick load
running down his hard thick shaft and Angle's load running down his body.
The two men kissed once again neither man attempting to take control, their
tongues just exploring the others mouth. And then Cena allowed Angle to drop
down to the floor where he lay panting. Cena on the other hand lent against
the lockers panting and smiling as he saw that the red light of the camera
was still blinking on and off through the vents of the locker.

The Standings

Masters -- 2

Cena -- 2


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