Yeah, I wrote another one...
“You,” Randy said as he slid up behind John, who was sitting on a bench in the locker room, tying up his sneakers, “were staring at my crotch.”
“So?” John replied, not even turning around to look at him, “I’m sure people do it all the time.”
“You mean like those girls that write porn about us and post it on the internet?”
That caught John’s attention, this time he stood up and faced Randy from across the bench, “People write porn about us on the internet?”
“Yeah, but,” Randy waved his hand around, “that’s a whole other story. You were staring at my crotch in the middle of our match.”
John made to step over the bench, so Randy stepped back, giving John some space. John, once on the other side, moved his mouth centimeters from Randy’s ear and whispered, “It is a very nice crotch,” he accentuated by ghosting his hand over it.
Randy let out a moan, which caused several of the other wrestlers to look over at the couple. Hunter let out a cat call, to which John flipped him the bird.
“Maybe we should, uh, get back to our room,” Randy said, pulling back from John’s grip.
John winked, “As you wish. Are you ready to go?”
“Yup. And, since I won, I get to drive.”
“Fine, just don’t get us lost like you did last time.”
Randy glared at John, “Hey, they were shitty directions.”
“All you had to do was drive us back to the hotel from the arena. Just follow the streets back to where we had already been. It shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Yeah, well… I have a GPS this time.”
John shook his head, then waved to the other guys as they left the locker room and walked to the parking lot. “A GPS for a 5 minute drive, jeez.”
“Hey, I may not have the best sense of direction, but I do have a huge dick. That should make up for everything.”
“I knew you would admit to having a nice crotch soon enough,” John stated with a laugh.
“If the shoe fits…”
“Goddamn, I missed you.” John reached out and placed a hand on Randy’s lap, and Randy covered John’s hand with his own.
Randy made a quick glance at John and smiled, “I missed you, too. I’m so happy you’re back, and that you were there with me to tell the guys about us. Hopefully we don’t have to invite them all. Could you imagine? Christ.”
“It wouldn’t be pretty.”
A couple minutes later, Randy pulling into their hotel parking lot; they grabbed their bags and headed right for their room. As soon as they were through the door, Randy pushed John against it, their mouths crushing together. “I wanted to do that so bad. Fuck, how did we manage to say separated for so long without going insane?”
“Maybe it was because you were calling me every five minutes.”
Randy smiled and pulled John into a hug, “Must’ve been.”
John returned the hug, happy to have Randy back in his arms again. “Yeah… So, people really write porn about us?”
“Yup,” Randy said as he grabbed John’s hand and walked them to the bed.
When both men were shirtless, John continued with his train of thought, “Is it any good?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been able to talk myself into reading it.” Randy pulled his jeans and briefs down, then slid into bed. “I’m sure I could find it again and read it with you. If you’re interested, that is.”
A now naked John joined Randy in bed and said, “Sure, why not? I’d like to see what these people are saying about us. And what they’re having us do.”
“I’m sure it’s just about everything. Now, come over here; I need to check to make sure all your parts still work,” Randy said with a wicked grin. Randy grabbed John’s dick, and ran his hand up and down. His head hovered over John’s dick before briefly running his tongue around the tip. When John moaned in pleasure, Randy spoke, “This seems to be in full working order, but,” he continued, moving back up so his face was right over John’s and, flipping their positions so he was now below John, he added, “we’re not quite done checking. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me hard, deep inside me; I want to feel you shoot, your hips pressing into my ass while your back is arched back. God, John, I want you.”
“Where’s the-”
“Top drawer.”
“Oh, you took care to unpack, then?” John asked as he reached for the lube.
“Yeah.”
“Get on your knees,” John ordered, and Randy complied. “That’s it, now, spread your legs.” Again, Randy did as ordered. John slicked up his fingers and stuck one inside Randy. “Oh, yeah, you’re so tight.” John slid the single finger in and out several times, then removed it. He quickly replaced it with two, repeating his earlier motions. “You feel so good, Randy. I’ve been imagining this, me fucking you with my fingers. Hearing you scream out in pleasure as I find your prostate,” which he did at that exact moment, curling his fingers to press on the spot.
“God, John!” Randy cried out.
“Shh, you don’t want to wake the neighbours, do you?” John teased.
“I’m not the one that should worry about being quiet; you can never shut your mouth. Especially during sex.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“It can be. What will I win?”
“Winner,” John began, still sliding his fingers in and out of Randy, “has to wear a shirt all day around the next city we’re going to for Raw saying ‘easier than a 2nd grade math quiz.’”
“It’s a deal. I would say shake on it, but…”
“It’s a deal.” John pulled out his fingers, then added a third.
“Do moans count?”
“Yes. Ok, we’re starting now.”
John replaced his fingers with his slicked up cock. He pushed it in and bit his lip, trying not to say anything as he entered that tight heat.
Randy arched back to meet John. As John worked faster, he had to press his face into the pillow to prevent himself from shouting out. He continued to push back in time with John’s thrusts. He knew John wouldn’t be able to keep quiet for long, so he did everything he could to try and increase the pleasure for John. He clenched his ass around John’s dick over and over.
John knew what Randy was trying to do, so, to get back at him, he grabbed Randy’s dick and began working it in time with his thrusts. He could feel his resolve weakening; he wanted to scream out that it felt so good being inside Randy again, that he loved him and wanted to be inside him forever. Instead, he just picked up his pace. He felt sweat on his brow, and he finally cried out, “So good.”
Knowing that he had won, Randy finally lifted his head out of the pillow, “Yes, fuck me harder. Pound into my ass.”
“So tight, missed this, missed you.” John continued, and now he began placing kisses on Randy’s back.
Randy arched back again as John hit his prostate, “Oh, yes.”
“I won’t last much longer,” John said, knowing he couldn’t hold out.
“Me neither,” Randy told him.
John began playing with Randy’s balls, “You like that?”
“Yessss,” Randy hissed out, “God, I’m gonna come.”
Randy began to shoot as John still moved inside him. John followed soon after; he closed his eyes and arched back as he began to come. Once he was finished, he collapsed onto Randy’s back. “Christ, I needed that.” He finally sat up and pulled himself out.
“Me, too. I’ll never get sick of that. Now, think we should shower?”
“Mmm, probably, since we didn’t do it at the arena.”
“We should do it at an arena.”
“Stop thinking with your dick.”
Randy laughed, “I can’t help myself. So, about this shirt; do I get to make it? If I do, I am so using glitter glue.”
“Shit… Yes, you get to make it.” John added with a sigh.
“Oh, man, I’m so glad I’m not you right now.”
“Fuck you.”
“Again? We’ll see. Now, how about that shower?”
“So?” John replied, not even turning around to look at him, “I’m sure people do it all the time.”
“You mean like those girls that write porn about us and post it on the internet?”
That caught John’s attention, this time he stood up and faced Randy from across the bench, “People write porn about us on the internet?”
“Yeah, but,” Randy waved his hand around, “that’s a whole other story. You were staring at my crotch in the middle of our match.”
John made to step over the bench, so Randy stepped back, giving John some space. John, once on the other side, moved his mouth centimeters from Randy’s ear and whispered, “It is a very nice crotch,” he accentuated by ghosting his hand over it.
Randy let out a moan, which caused several of the other wrestlers to look over at the couple. Hunter let out a cat call, to which John flipped him the bird.
“Maybe we should, uh, get back to our room,” Randy said, pulling back from John’s grip.
John winked, “As you wish. Are you ready to go?”
“Yup. And, since I won, I get to drive.”
“Fine, just don’t get us lost like you did last time.”
Randy glared at John, “Hey, they were shitty directions.”
“All you had to do was drive us back to the hotel from the arena. Just follow the streets back to where we had already been. It shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Yeah, well… I have a GPS this time.”
John shook his head, then waved to the other guys as they left the locker room and walked to the parking lot. “A GPS for a 5 minute drive, jeez.”
“Hey, I may not have the best sense of direction, but I do have a huge dick. That should make up for everything.”
“I knew you would admit to having a nice crotch soon enough,” John stated with a laugh.
“If the shoe fits…”
“Goddamn, I missed you.” John reached out and placed a hand on Randy’s lap, and Randy covered John’s hand with his own.
Randy made a quick glance at John and smiled, “I missed you, too. I’m so happy you’re back, and that you were there with me to tell the guys about us. Hopefully we don’t have to invite them all. Could you imagine? Christ.”
“It wouldn’t be pretty.”
A couple minutes later, Randy pulling into their hotel parking lot; they grabbed their bags and headed right for their room. As soon as they were through the door, Randy pushed John against it, their mouths crushing together. “I wanted to do that so bad. Fuck, how did we manage to say separated for so long without going insane?”
“Maybe it was because you were calling me every five minutes.”
Randy smiled and pulled John into a hug, “Must’ve been.”
John returned the hug, happy to have Randy back in his arms again. “Yeah… So, people really write porn about us?”
“Yup,” Randy said as he grabbed John’s hand and walked them to the bed.
When both men were shirtless, John continued with his train of thought, “Is it any good?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been able to talk myself into reading it.” Randy pulled his jeans and briefs down, then slid into bed. “I’m sure I could find it again and read it with you. If you’re interested, that is.”
A now naked John joined Randy in bed and said, “Sure, why not? I’d like to see what these people are saying about us. And what they’re having us do.”
“I’m sure it’s just about everything. Now, come over here; I need to check to make sure all your parts still work,” Randy said with a wicked grin. Randy grabbed John’s dick, and ran his hand up and down. His head hovered over John’s dick before briefly running his tongue around the tip. When John moaned in pleasure, Randy spoke, “This seems to be in full working order, but,” he continued, moving back up so his face was right over John’s and, flipping their positions so he was now below John, he added, “we’re not quite done checking. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me hard, deep inside me; I want to feel you shoot, your hips pressing into my ass while your back is arched back. God, John, I want you.”
“Where’s the-”
“Top drawer.”
“Oh, you took care to unpack, then?” John asked as he reached for the lube.
“Yeah.”
“Get on your knees,” John ordered, and Randy complied. “That’s it, now, spread your legs.” Again, Randy did as ordered. John slicked up his fingers and stuck one inside Randy. “Oh, yeah, you’re so tight.” John slid the single finger in and out several times, then removed it. He quickly replaced it with two, repeating his earlier motions. “You feel so good, Randy. I’ve been imagining this, me fucking you with my fingers. Hearing you scream out in pleasure as I find your prostate,” which he did at that exact moment, curling his fingers to press on the spot.
“God, John!” Randy cried out.
“Shh, you don’t want to wake the neighbours, do you?” John teased.
“I’m not the one that should worry about being quiet; you can never shut your mouth. Especially during sex.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“It can be. What will I win?”
“Winner,” John began, still sliding his fingers in and out of Randy, “has to wear a shirt all day around the next city we’re going to for Raw saying ‘easier than a 2nd grade math quiz.’”
“It’s a deal. I would say shake on it, but…”
“It’s a deal.” John pulled out his fingers, then added a third.
“Do moans count?”
“Yes. Ok, we’re starting now.”
John replaced his fingers with his slicked up cock. He pushed it in and bit his lip, trying not to say anything as he entered that tight heat.
Randy arched back to meet John. As John worked faster, he had to press his face into the pillow to prevent himself from shouting out. He continued to push back in time with John’s thrusts. He knew John wouldn’t be able to keep quiet for long, so he did everything he could to try and increase the pleasure for John. He clenched his ass around John’s dick over and over.
John knew what Randy was trying to do, so, to get back at him, he grabbed Randy’s dick and began working it in time with his thrusts. He could feel his resolve weakening; he wanted to scream out that it felt so good being inside Randy again, that he loved him and wanted to be inside him forever. Instead, he just picked up his pace. He felt sweat on his brow, and he finally cried out, “So good.”
Knowing that he had won, Randy finally lifted his head out of the pillow, “Yes, fuck me harder. Pound into my ass.”
“So tight, missed this, missed you.” John continued, and now he began placing kisses on Randy’s back.
Randy arched back again as John hit his prostate, “Oh, yes.”
“I won’t last much longer,” John said, knowing he couldn’t hold out.
“Me neither,” Randy told him.
John began playing with Randy’s balls, “You like that?”
“Yessss,” Randy hissed out, “God, I’m gonna come.”
Randy began to shoot as John still moved inside him. John followed soon after; he closed his eyes and arched back as he began to come. Once he was finished, he collapsed onto Randy’s back. “Christ, I needed that.” He finally sat up and pulled himself out.
“Me, too. I’ll never get sick of that. Now, think we should shower?”
“Mmm, probably, since we didn’t do it at the arena.”
“We should do it at an arena.”
“Stop thinking with your dick.”
Randy laughed, “I can’t help myself. So, about this shirt; do I get to make it? If I do, I am so using glitter glue.”
“Shit… Yes, you get to make it.” John added with a sigh.
“Oh, man, I’m so glad I’m not you right now.”
“Fuck you.”
“Again? We’ll see. Now, how about that shower?”