Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 23:29:43 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: WWE Road Stories Chapter 4

WWE Road Stories: Chapter 4

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this piece of fiction and nor does said work of fiction reflect real life
events or the true sexualities of those involved. On top of that the
following contains descriptions of hardcore gay sex if this is likely to
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Dolph Ziggler could feel the eyes on him as he stood by the bar. Eyes were
always on him. Taking him in. Tonight he'd chosen a particularly tight
shirt and pants combination that was drawing a lot of attention. Dolph
liked the attention. He liked the feeling of all eyes turning to him when
he walked into a room. Of course he liked being hit on even more and that
had already happened a lot this evening. Not by anyone he'd really consider
going to bed with but the night was only just beginning.

"Could those pants be any tighter?"

Dolph recognised the deep growling voice in his ear instantly. He'd been
wondering how long it would take Randy tonight. He'd managed to contain
himself for about 40 minutes. Maybe a new record which was impressive,
after all Orton wasn't known for his impulse control.

"How long have you spent staring at me tonight and that's the best line you
could come up with?"

"I've been distracted..."

Orton signalled toward the table he'd been sitting at all evening where
someone Ziggler only half recognised was sat eagerly watching Orton.

"You trying to make me jealous? Its not working."

"Not jealous. I was thinking that you might wanna come over and show the
kid how its done...."

Dolph wasn't entirely what to make of that comment and clearly it showed.

"People don't just talk about my... talents!" Orton gave Ziggler a gentle
tap on the ass. "You know where I am. After all you've been staring at me
all night to."

With that Orton was gone and Ziggler was left at the bar alone. That had
not been how he'd expected the first contact of the night with Orton to
go. Clearly Randy was adapting to their game better and faster than Dolph
had anticipated. That would make things more fun at least. He couldn't have
the upper hand all the time no matter how much he wanted to. As Dolph
accepted this the bartender slid six open bottles of beer onto the bar in
front of him. It was time to head back to the group.

* * * *

The Miz adjusted his tie and checked his hair one last time in the mirrored
walls that covered the elevator. He looked good. He was content with that
and after a quick glance at his watch knew that this time it was time to
get out of the elevator. He'd been riding it for five minutes now and was
struggling to understand why he was having such a hard time leaving. Was he
nervous? Impossible. He didn't get nervous. But what else would explain the
lurching of his stomach and his general inability to leave an elevator?

As the elevator came to a stop Miz watched the doors slowly open and
cautiously stepped out into the corridor. No one else was there. Just
him. He gave a small sigh of relief and with more speed than was necessary
started walking. He didn't want to be seen. He wasn't supposed to be
here. He was supposed to be doing a promotional tour. At least that's what
he'd told R-Truth. And sure things weren't really working out with Truth
like he'd expected and he had every intention of ending it but he didn't
want to be caught cheating. That would suck. Not just for him but for Truth
to. He liked Truth and he didn't want to put him through that. He'd break
things off nicely. Or at least as nicely as you break up with anyone.

Finally Miz came to a stop. Room 617. This was his destination. With
another breath taken he knocked on the door and waited...

* * * *

"Are you two ever going to fuck?" Dolph shot a questioning look across the
table at Zack Ryder as he dropped the beers onto the table. "Don't play
dumb man, we all saw you!"

"You and Randy."

John Cena added that with a big smirk on his face. It was unusual Cena
joined these group drinking sessions usually he was flying half way around
the globe but not tonight. Tonight he was in what Dolph was sure was
supposed to be a loose fitting shirt and for anyone else it would be but
somehow it was clinging to Cena's impressive frame. Also clinging to Cena's
frame was Zack Ryder. His arms were latched around Cena waist in the corner
of the booth they occupied and occasionally his lips would press against
Cena's neck or cheek or ear. Like he was checking he was still there.

"Seriously you haven't closed the deal on that yet?"

"What's taking so long?"

As with Cena, Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase weren't bothering to hide their
amusement at the situation. It was like being back at high school. Although
in high school they'd have probably been in the locker room after training
and in fewer clothes. Dolph figured he'd probably have enjoyed that more.

The only guy at the table not struggling to contain is glee was R-Truth. As
he had all night he was sat fairly quietly with a pretty sour expression on
his face.

"Seriously Truth what is up with you?"

"He said changing the subject!" Ziggler took a playful swipe at Ryder for
that comment which was easily avoided.

"He's missing his other half."

"Ah..." It was fair to say that Truth wasn't exactly a natural fit for the
group. He was really only there because Miz had brought him into the
circle. "Speaking of which where is Miz this fine evening?"

"Promo."

"So that's why we're having to put up with Mr Muscle tonight? Miz is
filling in for him."

Cena gave a flex of his biceps in response to Ziggler which looked like it
threatened to rip his shirt.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"Sure Truth." Ziggler finally took his seat as he said this and eyed the
group around the table. "I thought we were talking firsts tonight..."

"Firsts?"

"Good repeating Zack!"

Ryder responded with a middle finger.

"First time in the company in fact..." Silence fell around the
table. "Anyone gonna volunteer to go first?"

The silence stretched out for another moment and then dramatically Cody
Rhodes cleared his throat. After the half hearted laughter died down he
began

"So my first time was with Bob Holly..."

"Ah the infamous daddy phase!"

Cody responded with a finger of his own before continuing.

"Back when we were tagging we used to travel together. He used to insist on
driving everywhere. So he'd be sitting in the drivers seat in his tight
jeans and I'd be sitting in the passenger seat checking out his package."

"Ewww!"

"Shut up Dolph!"

"Anyway... a couple of weeks after we started travelling together Bob's
driving along and from nowhere he starts talking about how horny he
is. Saying that his usual rat wasn't around in the last town and he really
needs to dump a load. Then he grabs my hand and places it on his cock and
says partners should help each other out..."

~~~~

"Come on kid just take it out...."

Cody's eyes were glued to his hand which was itself glued to the crotch of
Bob Holly. For a moment he did nothing and then his fingers began to fumble
with the zipper of Bob's jeans.

"That's a good boy."

Slowly Cody managed to pull open Hardcore's fly and his hand slipped into
the jeans and was instantly clutching a semi-hard cock. Apparently Bob had
foregone underwear today. Not that Cody was complaining. Underwear,
especially the tight briefs he knew his tag partner usually wore, would
have made his job here harder. As it was he was easily able to guide the
shaft of Hardcore's cock out of his jeans. Hardcore's cock wasn't
especially long but it was thick. So thick that Cody wasn't entirely sure
he'd be able to wrap his hand around it when fully hard.

"Stroke it boy. Nice and slow."

Cody did as instructed and slowly began to stroke Hardcore's cock. Each
movement of his hand pumping more blood to the hardening dick he was
gripping. Slowly but surely Cody began to tighten his grip on Hardcore's
cock and move faster.

"You trying to make me cum boy?"

Hardcore was still driving but he'd chance an occasional look at Cody and
was looking directly at him as he spoke. And he saw Cody's cute little
smile in response to the question.

"If you wanna make me cum boy you're gonna have to use more than your
hand..."

Cody's smile grew larger at this declaration and larger still when Hardcore
moved an arm behind him and guided him down. Cody's smile disappeared as he
opened wide and took the head of Hardcore's cock into his mouth. Cody's
mouth was stretched to breaking point as he tried to swallow more and more
of Hardcore's thick cock. He could take just a few inches into his mouth
before having to return to the head. This didn't seem to please Hardcore
though. He grunted as he tried to push a gagging and spluttering Cody
further down on his cock.

"You gotta take more boy. If you want daddy's load you gotta take more..."

~~~~

"Wait he actually said 'if you want daddy's load'? You're not just making
that up?"

"He actually said it."

"No fucking way. Nobody talks like that in real life."

"Apparently they do."

"And again Dolph shut up!"

Cody allowed the murmurs of descent to die down before continuing his
story.

"So we're driving down this road and he's trying to get me to take more of
his cock and he's getting angrier and more aggressive. Trying to face fuck
me as he's driving but its not really working so..."

~~~~

"Fuck this boy I'm pulling over. Gonna teach you how to take care of me
right." Hardcore pulled Cody off of his cock and started pulling the car
over onto the side of the road. As he did Cody darted back down and once
again wrapped his lips around the head of Hardcore's cock. "Fuck you like
daddy's dick huh! Get in the back seat boy."

Once again Hardcore had to pull Cody from his dick and this time rather
than eagerly diving right back down onto it Cody scrambled into the back
seat. The truth was he'd been waiting for this since he'd first been told
he'd be tagging with Hardcore. He'd tried, unsuccessfully, to instigate
proceedings on a couple of occasions and spent every car ride with Hardcore
just starring at his cock in those tight jeans he wore.

"Are you gonna fuck me?"

"You like getting fucked boy?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Show me how bad you want it."

Hardcore was in the back seat with him now. He was on his knees with his
dick pointing upward and directly at Cody. The younger man wasted no time
in once again diving down onto the thick meat in front of him. This time
though he wrapped his tongue around Hardcore's cock. Licked his way from
head to base and back up again. Working his way around the thick vein
filled shaft. As Hardcore grunted his approval Cody once again devoured his
cock. Taking the head in his mouth and swallowing as deep as he could. As
he sucked Cody pushed his ass out and up into the air. The move had the
desired effect as Hardcore's hands found it almost instantly.

"You ever been fucked before boy?"

Hardcore's hands were grabbing and grouping Cody's ass through his sweat
pants. Cody knew he was going to get fucked and as much as he wanted it he
was starting to wonder if that was such a good idea. Hardcore's dick was
thicker than he'd imagined. A lot thicker. This was going to hurt.

"I asked you a question boy..."

"Not... not by a dick like yours..."

With Cody's mouth removed from his dick Hardcore spun Cody round and pulled
his sweat pants down so that Cody's ass was exposed. For a moment Hardcore
just rested his hard cock on Cody's ass. Just taking in the sight of it and
then he spat. The spit landed on his dick and Cody's ass and with one hand
Hardcore half heartedly rubbed it in. Providing a little lube.

"Holy fuck!"

Cody had been completely unprepared for Hardcore forcing the head of his
cock into him. He couldn't stop himself from crying out not that this
bothered Hardcore. He didn't even seem to notice as he thrust hard into
Cody. Forcing him open and letting out deep grunts that were barely audible
over the sounds escaping Cody.

~~~~~~~

"Fuck man..."

"Yeah he just went right for it. Just pounded me in the back seat of the
rental. I've never been fucked that hard in my life. But he loved it. And
damn if he didn't shoot a big old load!"

"Old is right..."

"Shut up Dolph!"

"How often did you two...?" Ryder's question just tailed off but everyone
knew how it was going to end.

"Not a lot. Couple of times. Whenever he wanted it really. He'd just take
me. I tried starting it a couple of times but he wasn't interested."

The silence returned to the table again. The group just sat digesting
Cody's story for a moment. And then Cody cleared his throat once again.

"So who's next?"

* * * *

The Miz knocked again. Did he have the wrong room? For the fourth or fifth
time he checked the room number. It was still 617. Definitely the right
room so why was he still stood in the hallway? He was on time. Well just
about and it was the right room so why wasn't anyone opening up to let him
in? Miz was halfway toward heading back toward the elevator when he finally
heard the lock of the door click and the door swung open.

"You made it fella!" Sheamus was stood in the doorway with a grin on his
face. His shirt was open revealing his toned muscular upper body and
instantly any anger Miz might have been feeling toward him melted
away. "You coming in or not?"

Sheamus stood to one side and The Miz stepped over the threshold into the
hotel room. As he did Sheamus' hand grabbed his ass and squeezed.

"Seriously fella this ass..."

Sheamus' voice was right in Miz' ear. His beard scratching Miz's ear as the
thick Irish accent travelled through him and seemingly directly to his cock
which twitched in appreciation. Miz walked into the room proper with
Sheamus' hand still firmly gripping his ass. Miz wasn't entirely certain
but he thought Sheamus' other hand was playing with his cock through his
trousers. That had to be a good sign.

What wasn't a good sign was the random guy sat on the edge of Sheamus'
bed. A random guy that forced Miz to stop in his tracks. Clearly Sheamus
hadn't been waiting alone and that was why it had taken so long for the
door to open. It was probably also why Sheamus' shirt was wide open.

"You can leave now..." There was no movement in the room. "Don't make me
say it again!"

The deep Irish growl sent another shiver through Miz that travelled
straight to his cock. The random guy hesitated for just another second and
was then up and gone. As the door closed Miz remained stood in place not
sure how he felt about that situation. Sheamus had seemingly already
forgotten about it his hand was still gripping and groping Miz' ass.

"What the fuck was that? Are you trying to make me jealous or something?"

Sheamus chuckled at this but when it became pretty clear that Miz wasn't
moving again until he got an actual answer he stopped laughing and returned
to Miz' ear.

"I don't need to make you jealous fella. I like to fuck and I needed a
back-up just in case this sweet ass of yours couldn't get away from... What
do you call him anyway? Your boyfriend?"

"I..." Miz wasn't sure how to even begin answering that question.

"I'm done talking now fella. I need to fuck..."

Sheamus had Miz face down on the bed in seconds. Miz had forgotten how
strong he was. The Irishman was soon on the bed with Miz his lips gently
kissing Miz' ass through his dark suit pants. As he pressed his face into
Miz' ass through his pants Sheamus' hands tugged and pulled at Miz'
belt. After a few awkward moments the belt was pulled open and Sheamus was
tugging Miz' pants down. They were around his ankles in a few seconds and
Sheamus' lips were soon pressed against a pair of tight fitting black boxer
briefs. The boxers quickly followed the same path as the suit pants and
then Sheamus sat up and took in the full sight of Miz' exposed ass.

"Seriously fella this ass is fucking perfect. How does anyone see this and
not want it?"

Both of Sheamus' hands gripped Miz' firm round ass and gently parted the
cheeks revealing his perfectly pink hole. Miz was fairly sure he heard a
low rumbling growl escape Sheamus' mouth and then Sheamus' hands released
Miz' ass and his lips returned to the smooth skin. Gently kissing both
cheeks before slowly running his tongue between them. Miz couldn't stop
himself moaning as Sheamus' tongue gently teased his hole. And then
Sheamus' hands were back on Miz' ass and once again parting his cheeks. And
with the cheeks parted Sheamus buried his face in Miz' ass.

"Oh God!"

Miz felt Sheamus' beard on his soft smooth skin as the Irishman's tongue
circled and dived inside him. And then Sheamus' lips got in on the
act. Pressing themselves tight against Miz' hole as his tongue dived and
twisted deeper than before. Sheamus was lapping up the taste of Miz' ass
and Miz was in ecstasy. The pleasure of Sheamus' tongue shot through his
body and escpaed through moans and groans. His dick meanwhile was throbbing
as Sheamus continued to lick and kiss his hole. Miz lifted his hips a
little allowing his hand access to his cock and pushing Sheamus deeper into
him. Miz had forgotten just how good Sheamus was at this...

* * * *

"Kurt Angle!"

"Damn! Now that I totally get!"

John Cena leant back into Zack Ryder as his declaration that Kurt Angle had
been his first was met with general approval. Dolph's approval was, as
ever, the most enthusiastic. And right now he was looking at Cena as if
seeing him for the first time. John was pretty sure that if he'd wanted to
he could have had Dolph right here, right now which was tempting obviously
but not entirely new. Dolph thought he was hiding his attraction to Cena
but he was nowhere near as good at it as he thought he was. Of course no
one was especially good at hiding their attraction to him, not that all
that many tried. Usually they only tried in front of Zack.

"So who did who?"

Cody had asked the question that everyone at the table had been
contemplating and suddenly all eyes were on the smiling features of Cena.

"The first time? I did him but..."

Cena purposefully let this sentence trail off. They all knew how it ended
and for a moment five minds around the table were filled with images of
John Cena and Kurt Angle together. And then the moment passed.

"Details...?"

Cena's smile grew at Dolph's question come demand. The blonde was
practically on the edge of his seat waiting for details. Not for the first
time Cena wondered if Ryder would be on board with inviting Dolph to join
them sometime. It had been a while since he'd bent anyone over, Zack didn't
'bend that way' as he liked to say, and Ziggler was undeniably hot. Maybe
he'd suggest it as a birthday present.

"You gonna leave him hanging all night baby?" Zack's voice was low in his
ear. "In fact screw that are you gonna leave me hanging all night?"

As he spoke Ryder shifted position slightly so that Cena could feel his
growing erection pressing into his back.

"What can I say? My first night on TV and Kurt was all over me. In the ring
I mean. That guy has some serious wondering hands. I swear if he could've
he would have blown me there in the ring. But that wasn't really an option
so he waited 'till we were backstage and then he was on me. I mean he just
pounced..."

~~~~

Kurt Angle had come from nowhere and pressed him against the wall. Now they
were kissing. Or more accurately Kurt was kissing him. And his hands were
everywhere. Just like they'd been in the ring only now there seemed to be
more of them. They were on his arms, his chest, his abs, his ass, his cock,
his legs and his face almost at the same time. Cena had never felt anything
like it and before he could completely process what was happening he was
returning the kiss. And then kiss broke.

"Fuck you're hot!"

"Yeah...?"

"Like you don't know it!"

They were kissing again. John wasn't sure who'd started it this time. But
he knew Angle's hands were all over him again. Not just feeling but
grabbing and squeezing this time. And he could feel Angle's cock pressing
against him. It was rock hard. Just like his own. He wasn't sure when it
had happened but Cena was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was
hard. His cock was stretching the already tight material of his ring
trunks. It needed to be released. And then once again the kiss broke.

"I don't need to ask if you want to fuck!" Kurt gave John's cock a gentle
squeeze through his trunks. "Follow me..."

~~~~

"Kurt Angle was a slut!"

"You have no idea!"

Dolph's mouth was practically watering and Cena could feel Ryder's now
fully hard cock digging into his back. He was tempted to reach behind him
and start playing but resisted the urge. He knew the longer he could resist
the hornier Zack would get and the more fun they'd have later.

"Well keep going then man!"

"Where was I?"

Ziggler shot an unamused look at Cena. Even the rest of the group seemed to
be more interested in his tale than Cody's. Maybe he was just a better
story teller...

"Ok. So I'm there with my dick completely hard following Kurt and just
watching that ass of his. I mean that thing was so big and round and it was
just driving me crazy. I don't know how he did it but he just got me crazy
horny crazy fast. Finally we're in this office or something and as soon as
the door is closed he's on me again. This time he's down on his knees
though and lets just say whatever you've heard about Kurt's 'skills' don't
do him justice..."

~~~~

"Holy fuck!"

Never in his life had Cena felt anything like Kurt Angle sucking his
cock. His lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock and he was
devouring it with ease. All 7-inches like it was nothing. Taking it deep
into his throat and then returning to the head before swallowing right down
to the base again. The pleasure that was shooting through Cena's body was
intense. Made more intense by Angle's wondering hands. For a moment his
finger tips would run over Cena's defined solid abs and then they'd be at
his nipples, twisting and pulling and then playfully teasing his ass. And
all the while Kurt was expertly working his cock. Pushing him closer and
closer to the edge.

"Fuck Kurt you're gonna..."

Before Cena could even finish the sentence his dick was free of Kurt's
mouth. For a moment Kurt's tongue and lips lingered on Cena's balls and
then slowly they moved up his large muscular body. Feeling and tasting the
solid flesh. And when he was back on his feet his lips moved up Cena's neck
to his ear.

"Not yet. I need you inside me."

"Yeah...?"

"Yeah."

The two men were kissing once again. This time though it was Cena's hands
that were exploring. Moving down Kurt's broad back to his perfect round
ass. He gripped the bubble through the tight singlet and wanted it. He
wanted it right now. The kiss broke and Kurt smiled at him.

"You ready Kurt?"

"Fuck yes!"

Kurt practically leapt onto the desk that occupied a corner of the room. He
pulled his singlet off in one surprisingly fluid motion and his own rock
hard cock slapped against his stomach. And then he lay back on the desk
with his legs in the air.

"I want to see your face as you fuck me..."

Cena had absolutely no problem with this. He took hold of Angle's legs and
rested them on his shoulders. Carefully he pushed the head of his cock
between Kurt's round cheeks and lined it up with his hole. For a moment he
simply let his head rest against Kurt's hole. And then, as he looked into
Kurt's eyes, Cena slowly pushed his cock inside Angle.

Both men moaned as Cena's cock slowly worked its way inside Angle. And Cena
was struck by the realisation that as good as Kurt's mouth was his ass was
even better. It was impossibly tight around his cock and he knew that Angle
was enjoying the looks of pure pleasure that must be etched on to his
face. An expression that he wanted to see on Angle's face so after taking a
breath to compose himself Cena began to thrust in and out of Angle. Slowly
at first and then harder and faster. Each thrust bringing a look of joy to
Angle's face. A look reflected in Cena's own features as he thrust in and
out.

"Ah fuck..."

"You like that?"

"Fuck me! Just fuck me!"

Cena took hold of Angle's hips at this command and began to thrust his hips
at a hard steady rhythm. Pushing his cock deeper and deeper into Angle and
producing ever louder moans of pleasure from Angle. His eyes were closed
now as Cena hit his stride his hips slapping against Angle's ass. And as
Cena fucked him Angle's hand took hold of his own throbbing cock and began
to jerk at incredible speed. He wanted to cum with Cena fucking him full
force and it didn't take him long to do that.

"I'm gonna cum. Don't stop. Make me cum."

With one loud cry of pleasure Angle's cock erupted. Shots of cum splashing
down onto his stomach as Cena continued to thrust deep and hard into
him. Angle's orgasm had shot through his entire body, every muscled
tightened. His ass gripped Cena's cock with renewed force and Cena knew
that his own load was on the horizon.

"I want that cum. I want your cum."

Angle apparently knew it was coming to. With his eyes once again locked
with Kurt's Cena pulled out of Angle and as soon as he did his own orgasm
rippled through his body.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Cena came with more force and power than he ever had before. His cum
exploding from his dick like a bullet from a gun. Spurt after spurt. Cena
wasn't sure the orgasm was ever going to end. The pleasure was shooting
through his body. He could feel his muscles tightening and the pleasure
convulsing and twitching through him. Finally the last drops of cum ran
down his cock and onto his balls and the final spasms of his orgasm slowly
died away and he was left panting for breath.

"Jesus John! That was a huge load!"

Angle was covered in cum. His own load had pooled on his stomach but Cena's
had landed on his stomach, chest, neck and even reaching as far as his
face.

"Its not usually like that..."

Cena wasn't sure if he should apologise. But Kurt was smiling. And then
they were kissing. Cena could feel his rock solid body pressing against
Kurt's and the cum, some his and some Kurt's, pressing onto his body as
well. Slowly the kiss broke.

"I'm definitely having you again John!"

~~~~

"Damn... I need to hook up with Kurt Angle!"

"He'd eat you alive."

"I fucking hope so!"

Ziggler was eyeing Cena with hunger in his eyes now. And now Cena knew for
sure that all he had to do was say the word and Ziggler would do whatever
he wanted right now. Maybe he should ask Zack for an early birthday
present...

* * * *

Sheamus' shirt had been abandoned on the floor of the hotel room alongside
Miz' but still Sheamus' face was buried deep in Miz' ass. Miz was on all
fours now, completely naked and enjoying every movement of Sheamus'
tongue. Sheamus meanwhile was still partially dressed. If you could class
the white briefs he was wearing as clothes. They did nothing to hide his
giant throbbing erection. And that was something Miz wanted to play
with. He wanted to play with it a lot but Sheamus seemed to be having the
time of his life right now. And so was Miz for that matter. But finally
Sheamus pulled away from Miz, albeit reluctantly.

"Fuck fella you gotta do something about this..."

Sheamus pointed toward his bulging briefs. His cock was basically begging
for freedom and to be played with. Miz hungrily eyed the package. The
package quickly disappeared though as Sheamus pulled the waistband of his
briefs down and over his cock and balls finally releasing his hard
dick. And if Sheamus believed The Miz' ass to be perfection then right in
this moment Miz believed that Sheamus' dick was perfection. All thick
8-inches of it.

"Ahh... fuck..."

Miz couldn't contain himself. His lips were closed around Sheamus' perfect
cock and the Irishman clearly approved. As he devoured Sheamus' cock Miz
was struck by just one thought, he wanted to hear him growl. He wanted to
hear that low growl he was sure Sheamus had made earlier as a deep
roar. Within just a few seconds Sheamus' cock was buried in his throat but
there was no growl. Still now growl as he moved back up the long shaft
before devouring it once again in a single motion. The growl still wouldn't
come as he hit his rhythm and his lips were moving up and down Sheamus'
cock at speed.

"Fuck fella... fuck!"

Miz closed his lips tighter around Sheamus' cock. And then his rhythm was
thrown off. Sheamus' hands had slid through his hair, down his back and
back to his ass. A single finger had run down his ass and slowly teased his
hole. Miz wasn't ready for that yet. He needed Sheamus to feel some of the
pleasure he had moments ago. He needed that growl. With surprising strength
and speed he had hold of Sheamus' hips and, never once taking his mouth off
of Sheamus' cock, he spun the Irishman round and pushed him down onto the
bed. Sheamus was now somewhere between sitting and lying at the head of the
bed with Miz in between his legs. His ass out of reach. Sheamus had let out
a surprised grunt at the sudden movement and then he was leaning forward
reaching for Miz' ass once more. Miz, his lips still wrapped around
Sheamus' cock, placed a hand on his chest and shoved him back.

"Getting aggressive huh fella?" Sheamus moved his hands behind his head as
he said this and smiled down at The Miz. It took more self control than Miz
knew he had not to leap on Sheamus as he sat there smiling. He looked so
content and so hot, not to mention that the position of his hands meant
that he was flexing his large biceps as well. If there had been one thing
Miz had missed about Cena it was the muscle and Sheamus had more than
enough muscle to spare. "Well work my dick then...."

With that prompt Miz went back to work. This time as his mouth worked
Sheamus' cock his hand was on the Irishman's balls. Cupping them and
rolling them. Gently squeezing and playing with them. Deep groans were
Sheamus' response but not growl. Miz' hands move up now as he continued to
throat Sheamus' cock. They travelled over his rock solid abs to his large
muscular chest and then to his nipples. He ran a single finger around and
over each nipple and felt Sheamus shift as a jolt of excitement shot
through him. This was the spot. Gently he pinched both nipples and Sheamus
released a deep groan. Miz was getting closer and closer to the growl. He
continued to bury Sheamus' cock in his throat as he played with Sheamus'
nipples. Pulling and twisting. And then finally it came. The Irishman
released a deep growl and then his hands were on Miz' head and pulling him
off of his cock.

"Fuck fella you don't get to make me cum just yet!"

Then Sheamus was pulling Miz up toward him. Miz expected his mouth to be
guided to Sheamus' nipples but it wasn't. It went straight past them and
Miz was caught completely off guard as Sheamus kissed him. That hadn't
happened last time. In fact last time he'd actively avoided a kiss. Now his
lips were pressed against Miz' and his tongue pushing its way into Miz'
mouth. And as Miz responded to the kiss Sheamus' hands slid down his back
and right back to his ass. Grabbing and squeezing it. Slowly the kiss
broke.

"Fuck me..."

Miz was almost pleading with Sheamus as he looked into his eyes. Not that
he needed to plead with Sheamus.

"Climb on board fella!"

With Sheamus' strong hands grabbing his hips and guiding him Miz was able
to slowly lower his ass down onto Sheamus' hard cock. There was a brief
moment of hesitation and then Sheamus was inside him. Both men let out a
sigh of pure pleasure as Miz slowly lowered himself down to the base of
Sheamus' cock. And then he began to ride. Moving up and down on Sheamus'
cock. Both men grunting and moaning. Both men loving every second. And then
they were kissing again. Miz wasn't sure who'd started the kiss all he knew
was what that Sheamus wasn't pulling away. The two of them were locked
together in complete pleasure.

And then Sheamus was moving. Demonstrating his strength as he lifted Miz
with him and flipped over. Miz was on his back on the bed now with Sheamus
above him. The Irishman's cock still deep inside him. Sheamus was taking
control. Thrusting deeper and harder inside. His hips moving faster and
faster. His lips and tongue pressing against Miz' neck, chest, lips and
face. Miz responding by wrapping his legs around Sheamus. The two of them
once again locked together in pleasure.

"Work your cock fella. I want us to come together..."

The Miz obeyed the instruction. Barely having the ability to take in that
Sheamus wanted him to cum. Last time that hadn't been an issue. He'd just
fucked Miz. But now as he thrust in and out of Miz he wanted to make sure
Miz came to. Miz wrapped his hand around his own cock and he began to
jerk. Picking up speed as he heard a low rumbling growl escape Sheamus'
mouth. A growl that was getting louder. Sheamus was close. And that deep
animal growl was driving Miz mad. He'd never heard anything like it. He was
sure Sheamus hadn't made that sound last time. But that didn't matter. As
Sheamus' growl filled the room Miz could feel his own load coming.

"I'm gonna cum..."

"Fuck....!"

Sheamus pulled out of Miz and right on cue both men came. Their loads
mixing on Miz' stomach just as their cries of pleasure mixed in the
air. And then the room was silent except for the deep breaths of both
men. And then Sheamus dropped onto the bed next to Miz.

"That was amazing...."

"Like I said fella, I give you the fuck of your life!"

"And that growling..."

Sheamus let out another low growl. This one directly into Miz' ear. And
then Sheamus' lips were on his ear lobe. And then moving down his neck and
across his check until they were kissing once again. When the kiss broke
Miz could tell from the look in Sheamus' eyes that it was gonna be a long
night!