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Part Two
John Cena was walking down the hall in the studio building returning to his dressing room. He'd just finished a match with Chris Benoit and was pretty hyped. However, he wasn't hyped so much over his victory but rather his sexual encounter with Nick Lachey a few hours earlier. Cena couldn't believe that Lachey had sucked him off. Hell! He couldn't believe he'd sucked Lachey off. He'd liked the taste of dick and wouldn't mind trying it again.
Cena had just turned down a hallway to his dressing room when he noticed Randy Orton stepping out of the men's room. Damn! Too bad he hadn't walked into the john a few minutes earlier and got the chance to check out Orton's cock! Cena started to throw a boner. Orton was dressed in his wrestling briefs just like Cena. Cena checked out his fellow athlete in a new light. From the way that Orton's briefs hugged and bulged at his pelvis, it was obvious Orton was packing a pretty nice sized piece.
"What's up Cena," Orton nodded as he walked closer.
"Not much," Cena returned. "Had a pretty good match." The two men stopped walking and faced one another in casual conversation.
Orton nodded. "Saw you talking with that Lachey dude earlier," Orton grinned.
Cena shrugged, "yeah. He's pretty messed up over the split with Jess."
"Hmm," Orton took this in. "Pretty hot babe. Did he say what the problem was?"
Cena was evasive, "I didn't really ask."
Orton chuckled, "he's probably not really into pussy."
"What you mean?" Cena played stupid. He didn't need Orton to know he'd fucked around with Lachey.....or did he? He glanced at the bulge in Orton's briefs.
"I've heard that most of those boi band members are pretty queer." Orton confided humorously.
"Yeah?" Cena hesitated before plunging on.
"Yeah," Orton repeated, "cock suckers." Orton frowned. "Always kind of wondered what it was about cock that made them so hungry."
"Yeah, well," Cena confided, "truth be told," he leaned in a bit closer to Orton, "between you and me...."
"Yeah?" Orton asked curiously.
"Well, we played around." Cena looked at Orton closely to gage his reaction.
"Played around," Orton repeated curiously.
"Yeah," Cena nodded. "I let him suck me off."
"No shit!" Orton was pretty incredulous. "He suck good?" Orton pressed.
Cena grinned, "best god damned bj I've had in years. Dude could take it all down."
Orton was beginning to get a boner from the conversation. He hadn't ever really thought about messing with a dude but..... "No shit. Don't know when the last time it was that I had a good bj. Sounds pretty hot."
"Yeah," Cena nodded, his boner stretching and aching within his briefs. "Gets me going just talking about it."
"Yeah," Orton looked at his buddy's briefs and his eyes widened at the clear outline of Cena's boner stretching out the material. "I see."
"Yeah," Cena nodded as reached over and slid his hand down underneath Orton's briefs and squeezed the other athlete's boner. "I see its gettin you hot as well."
Orton didn't pull away. He wasn't sure about this. He'd never taken Cena for a queer but Cena's hand on his hard cock felt damn good.
"Come on," Cena instructed, "lets go somewhere a bit more private and talk about it."
Orton hesitated when Cena extricated his hand from Orton's briefs. Cena indicated the men's room. Orton followed, curious and afraid at the same time. Cena led Orton into the rest room and closed the door.
"Here," Orton spoke at last, a bit uncertain.
"No time to waste," Cena grinned and turned. "Besides," he moved his hands to the door, "there's a lock." Cena turned the dead bolt and the two men were nicely confined. "So," Cena stepped to Orton, "lets see that cock." Orton numbly nodded as Cena reached out to grip the waist band of his briefs and tug them down. Orton's thick 9 inch cock sprung free. Cena grasped it and began stroking it, "nice."
After a moment Cena stepped back a bit and pushed down his own briefs releasing his hard boner. It bobbed upward and Orton was hypnotized by it. Orton removed his briefs completely. "S....so," he spoke threw dry throat. "What was it like to.....to fuck around with another dude?"
Cena stepped close again. "Pretty damn hot," Cena replied in a low voice. He stepped closer and gripped both his cock and Orton's in his hand rubbing them together. "Like this," he hissed.
Orton shivered at the touch of Cena's hand and hard shaft rubbing against his own shaft. "W....what else did you do?"
Cena looked at Orton's mouth and suddenly wanted to kiss Orton. He and Nick hadn't kissed. It had seemed too faggy then, but now......the two men's chests were now rubbing and pressing against the other. "This," Cena hissed as he tilted his head and moved his lips against Orton's. Orton gasped and Cena thrust his tongue between Orton's lips. Cena moaned as he hungrily kissed Orton, rasping his teeth along the other man's teeth and tongue. Orton involuntarily lifted his arms and wrapped them around Cena, molding his muscled back with his large hands. Tentatively Orton moved his tongue across Cena's tongue and forward between his lips. Cena moved his hands around Orton's waist and placed them low on Orton's round hard muscular butt. He pulled their hips together and their hot cocks were trapped between their flat stomachs rubbing against the other. Orton's mouth moved hungrily in rhythm against Cena's. Orton lowered his own hands along Cena's hard smooth back and tentatively touched Cena's round muscled butt.
Orton noted how hard the glutes were. He was impressed. Cena was a hot muscle stud. He knew that he wanted to take this further. He moved his lips from Cena's and spoke. "What else," his breathing was rapid and heavy. His heart was racing.
Cena moved his lips along Orton's cheek bone to the column of the fellow athlete's neck. He kissed and licked the warm flesh. "What else?"
"Yeah," Orton hissed as Cena slowly lowered moving his tongue and lips down to Orton's chest. "What else?" Orton shivered when Cena licked across his chest, massaging his nipples with the tip of his tongue.
"What else?" Cena teased as he moved lower, stroking a wet path down Orton's hard defined abs until he licked around and inside Orton's naval.
Orton balled his hands and nodded in response, overwhelmed by the hot sensations Cena's mouth was eliciting in his body.
"This," Cena moved lower. He gripped Orton's cock at the base and opened his mouth. In one gulp he took the entire length between his lips until his nose rubbed against Orton's trimmed pubes.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkk," Orton released throwing his head back and bucking his hips a bit.
Cena felt Orton's cock head pressing against the back of his throat. He snorted loudly and held it there while he bathed the pulsing shaft with his tongue. Orton moved his hands forward and tangled his fingers roughly in the lengths of Orton's hair. Cena snorted and slurped loudly over the cock. The vein that ran Orton's shaft length pulsed against Cena's lips and tongue.
"Suck it bro'," Orton growled as his hands guided Cena's head closer. Orton bucked his hips. Cena moved his hands to Orton's gyrating muscled glutes and encouraged Orton to thrust harder down his throat. "Fuck yeah," Orton thrust. Cena gulped with each forward motion. "Take ittttttttttt," Orton hissed. Orton's balls played an even rhythm as they struck Cena's chin with each forward thrust.
Cena worked his lips along the length and slurped loudly before suddenly pulling Orton's cock from his mouth. A string of saliva stretched between his lips and Orton's cock head.
"Heyyyyy," Orton moaned in disappointment.
"Don't," the string of saliva broke when Cena spoke, "worry. We're gonna' have more fun." Cena wanted to feel what it was like to get fucked. He just wasn't sure how Orton would go for that. "There's more stuff we could do."
Orton looked at him suspiciously. "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know." Cena shrugged. "I could fuck you....."
Orton's eyes widened and he lifted his arms warding the idea off. "Oh noooo!" He shook his head emphatically.
"Or you could fuck me." Cena finished.
Orton looked down at Cena and blinked in surprise and confusion. "I could fuck you?" He repeated skeptically.
"Yeah," Cena nodded.
"That Lachey dude fuck you?" Orton asked in disbelief.
Lachey hadn't fucked Cena and Cena hadn't fucked Lachey. The thought hadn't crossed Cena's mind at the time but now he wished it had. He wanted to feel Orton's cock up his chute really badly, so Cena opted to lie. "Yeah," he nodded.
"No shit," Orton marveled. "Didn't....it hurt?"
"Nah," Cena continued the lie, "it felt real good."
Orton absently stroked his hard shaft. "You really liked it?"
"Yeah," Cena emphatically stressed.
"You're sure?" Orton hedged. He wanted to. The idea sounded hotter than hell but he didn't want to sound too eager.
"Yeah," Cena reached over and stroked Orton's cock. It pulsed at his touch. "I want it real bad." And from the way Orton's cock head was drooling pre-cum, his buddy wanted it just as badly it.
Orton hesitated a moment and then shrugged. "Lets do it."
"Alright!" Cena whooped.
"How we gonna do this?" Orton asked with inexperience.
"Hmm," Cena looked around the dressing room. "I know," he moved to the leather settee. "I'll rest back against the back of this leather couch on my knees." Cena moved up on the leather cushion on his knees facing the wall. He pushed back his muscular bubble butt. "And you can plow my ass."
"Ok," Orton moved to face the couch and looked at Cena's hard butt thrust and poised up. He gripped the base of his cock, but hesitated. "You sure this isn't going to hurt?"
"Hell no," Cena hoped he was right. "Give me that cock stud."
"Ok dude," Orton stepped a bit closer and tentatively rubbed his cock head along Cena's butt crack. Cena wiggled his butt in response.
"Come on bro'," Cena wiggled his butt again. "Give it to me." Cena's hard cock was pressed between his ripped abs and the back of the leather couch. He was drooling pre cum and it smeared against the leather and his flesh.
Orton nudged his cock head between Cena's butt cheeks until the slimey head touched Cena's pucker.
"That's it," Cena approved.
Orton chuckled. "You really want it!" Cena nodded. "I'll give it to you bro'." Orton was turned on like hell. Fuck! He'd never dreamed of fucking a dude before but now here he was.........He roughly pressed forward and his cock head nudged and stretched Cena's tight ring.
Cena opened his eyes widely at the stinging discomfort. "Shit!" He puffed as Orton worked his cock up Cena's chute. "Damn!" He puffed again, wincing a bit.
"Fuck!" Orton marveled as Cena's chute muscles instinctively gripped and convulsed around his burrowing shaft. "Its so fuckin' tight!" Orton marveled. He never fucked a pussy this hot and tight before. He was gonna like this!
Cena was breathing heavily and trying to get used to the feeling of a huge cock up his butt. It was a bit uncomfortable but it also felt damn good. The way the shaft rubbed against the walls of his rectum sent a shiver down his length that caused him to curl his toes. Now he understood why fags were so cock hungry. Cena gripped the top of the couch back and dug his fingers into the soft padding. He released a hot puff from his lips as Orton worked his length deeper. He tried to look back over his shoulder. "Is that thing all the way in?" It certainly felt as much.
"Almost," Orton puffed before thrusting his hips roughly and sending the shaft completely home. Cena grunted while Orton gyrated his hips and rubbed his pelvis against Cena's hard butt cheeks. "You're so fuckin' tight!" Orton marveled again.
Cena bit his lower lip and gyrated his hips. As a wave of warmth a washed his body, he squeezed his butt muscles around Orton's girth.
Orton's eyes widened at the tight warm friction. "Do that again." He instructed.
"What?" Cena wasn't exactly sure what he meant.
"Rub the walls of your butt against my cock."
"Like this," Cena squeezed his rectum muscles and gyrated his hips.
"Oh yeahhhhhhhhh," Orton hissed at the sensation. "Real nice," he sighed.
Cena was now some what accustomed to Orton's shaft so he grew impatient.
"Come on dude," he said. "Lets get to fucking."
Orton grinned, "you really want to feel this cock rip open this," he swatted one of Cena's hard glutes, "tight ass?"
Cena pushed his ass back against Orton's flat pelvis. "Come on dude!"
"I'm gonna fuck you raw Cena," Orton oathed as he pulled a bit from the chute watching the pink ring pucker around his throbbing shaft and slammed forward.
"Ughhh," Cena grunted as the warm shaft massaged and tingled against his innards.
"I'm......gonna.....make......you....moan!" Orton grunted slamming in and out of Cena's tight hole. His ass cheeks clenched as he jack hammered his buddy's virgin hole. "Take...it!" Orton thrust deeper and harder.
Cena snorted as his chute was expanded with his buddy's shaft. It felt so damn good, he marveled. He involuntarily constricted his rectum muscles again and the rush of pleasure intensified. In response he wiggled his butt and tried to twist and convulse around the shaft burrowing deeper and deeper.
Orton blinked in surprise when he felt Cena contract the muscles against his shaft over and over again. He dug his fingers into Cena's hips and thrust faster. "Feels....so....damn....good!" He pumped and pumped. Whack Whack Whack his balls struck Cena's hard glutes like a pendulum.
Cena bucked back, his own balls swinging with each of Orton's thrusts. "Fuck!"
"I'm....fuckin'.....you.....alright!" Orton chanted. "Such....a...hot....ass!" Orton pumped and jabbed at the chute with his throbbing shaft. "Yeah," Orton roughly slapped Cena's ass.
Cena bit his lower lip as the pleasurable warmth intensified. "Again!" he commanded. And Orton slapped the muscular butt again. He slapped again and again as his cock stretched and cleaved Cena's pucker. He slapped until the cheeks were enflamed and a white print of his hand appeared.
"You....like....my....cock," drops of perspiration coated his muscular body. Cena was equally glistening in a sheen, his hard cut muscles tense and rippling in exertion. It was a pleasurable exertion. "You...love...it!" Orton added rocking forward trying to thrust even deeper in his buddy's chute. Drops of perspiration rolled off of Orton's nose into the broad muscular expanse of Cena's back.
Cena winced in pleasure as Orton's cock stretched his hole. The friction sent a tingle throughout his body. Roughly he reached down and gripped his own hard cock, jerking it roughly in his hand.
Orton's legs rubbed against Cena's as he sliced harder and deeper. He reached down around his buddy and twisted and tweaked Cena's erect nipples. Cena moaned in response. Orton pinched and tugged them more. His butt muscles dimpled with each thrust. Perspiration ran down his spine into the valley of his lightly hair dusted butt crack. Cena reached back around with his free hand and gripped one of those glutes trying to pull Orton's cock deeper in his chute.
"Close," Orton panted above Cena.
Cena twisted and pumped his own shaft, his balls lightly hitting his knuckles under the weight of Orton's thrusts. Cena pumped and rubbed his cock head feeling the pre-cum smear across his palm. He used it as a natural lube and slicked his cock. He fisted and fisted, with his balls tingling.
"Here....it....comes......bro'" Orton roughly barked as his back tensed and his legs bent a bit and tensed. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkk!"
Cena felt Orton's cock head expand and explode within his chute. As the warmth of the spoog filled him, Cena's own cock jerked. The piss slit pulled open and ropes of cum shot forward. "Yeahhhhhhhh," Cena hissed, his cum splattering on the leather.
Orton's cock pumped loads of cum into his buddy's ravaged hole. He held within until the last drops were expelled and then pulled his cock free with a slosh. Cena's butt pucker glistened and drizzled Orton's cum down Cena's butt cheeks and down along his massive thighs. Orton took in a deep breath.
Cena lifted from the couch as the last drops spurted from his cock. He turned to Orton with a grin. Orton returned the smile, nodding his head and then looking down at Cena's still semi-hard cock. A string of cum stretched from the piss slit to the floor while additional rivulets coated the shaft.
"Nice," Orton said in awe.
"Yeah?" Cena asked.
Orton looked Cena in the face and winked, "yeah stud!"
Far above the English Channel;
En flight from continental Europe to England the cabin of the jet was quiet given the lateness in the day. David Beckham was sprawled leisurely in a seat in first class. He glanced at his side at the figure of Gaven Henson, shifting uncomfortably in the seat beside him. Beckham's eyes were shielded by mirrored glasses so his furtive looks went unnoticed. He didn't really know Henson that well. He thought the most he'd spoken to the rugby player was actually on this flight. Upon initial take off from Madrid, he and Henson had exchanged idle pleasantries, but the meat of the matter, at least for Beckham, lay beneath the hunky athlete's denims. Gavin shifted again.
"Can't sleep?" Beckham hedged.
"Oh," Henson started, "sorry mate. Thought you were asleep."
"No." Beckham grinned. "Usually can't sleep on flights."
"Yeah," Henson chuckled, "I know what you mean. I was trying but...."
"But," Henson turned a bit and gave Beckham a cheeky grin, "flights usually get me...horned up."
"Yeah," Beckham nodded.
"Yeah," Gavin shifted in his seat again. "Sure wish Charlotte were on board."
David chuckled. "I could say the same about Victoria. So..." Beckham hedged, "Charlotte a pretty good fuck?"
Gavin turned in his seat and looked at Beckham a bit in surprise. But then he grinned, "not bad, in a pinch." He chuckled. "How about Victoria?"
"Oh," Beckham gave a lopsided grin, "she's pretty good....in most areas, but she has her draw backs."
Gavin gave a rueful grin, "don't they all."
Beckhan titled his head inquisitively, "let me guess mate, Charlotte doesn't like going down on you."
"No," Gavin shook his head, "it isn't really that."
"Not any good though," Beckham guessed.
"No seriously," Gavin shook his head again. "It has nothing to do with that."
"She won't let you eat her out?" Beckham continued the quiz.
"No," Henson shrugged, "but I'm not really in to that."
"Well what then," Beckham pressed.
"Arse." Gavin flustered the one word.
"She doesn't like you to play with her arse?" Beckham was itching to play with Henson's arse.
"No Becks," Henson looked around the cabin quickly. "My arse."
"Your......" Beckham's cock surged.
"She won't play with my arse." Henson examined Beckham closely but didn't register any of the normal ridicule he encountered when he was open enough to discuss his fetish. Henson felt a bit at ease. "No fingers or anything." He sighed.
"Well Gav," Beckham grinned, "arse play is hot, not enough lads appreciate the bum."
Gavin grinned broadly. "Yeah. I even bought a dildo for her to use instead of her fingers....but no deal."
"A dildo huh," Beckham nodded. "A dildo is a bit larger than a finger mate."
"Well, yeah," Henson agreed sheepishly. Henson gathered that was the end of the conversation on arse play. Beckham was too much of a lad to even venture into the territory they were circling. Or so Gavin thought.
"How big is it?" Beckham asked unexpectedly. Henson looked at him in surprise. "The dildo," he stressed.
"Not really sure," Henson revealed honestly. "Truth be told, I bought it on impulse."
"Mmm," Beckham nodded. "Sounds to me like you're pretty impulsive. Just how so?"
"What?" Henson frowned but shifted in his seat again.
"How impulsive are you mate?" Beckham zeroed in on the forthcoming challenge.
"I...I guess pretty impulsive." Was the hottie Beckham propositioning him? Shite! His arse plowed by Becks?
"Impulsive enough," Beckham lowered one of his large hands to the straining boner inside of his track pants, "for this."
Henson lowered his gaze to Becks groin. The Real Madrid player was throwing a hell of a boner. "Where."
Beckham gave a lopsided grin. "The rest room."
Henson stood and looked down at Beckham before sauntering down the aisle toward the restroom. Beckham watched him, noting the way the man's denim's hugged and outlined his hard arse. Henson disappeared behind a barrier separating first class from the coach and rest rooms. After a moment, Beckham languidly stood and sauntered down the hall after Henson.
Sitting several seats away, Wayne Rooney absently looked up the aisle and noted Beckham heading for the restroom. Rooney glanced at his girlfriend in the seat beside him. She was sleeping peacefully. She would never notice his absence...for long. Rooney thought a moment. He'd heard what kind of powerhouse fucker Beckham was. And for some strange reason, he was curious to see exactly what Becks was packing between his legs. After a moment's hesitation, Rooney rose and headed down the aisle toward the restroom.
to be continued.....