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I wait backstage for him to step from behind that curtain. I have familiarized myself with his routine. After the music fades from outside the arena it echoes and I see his face. He smiles at the backstage people. I wish I could see his smiling face as he releases a load I suck from his member.
His body is indescribable, I watch as he walks right past me, spent from the match he just won, dripping with hot sweat. I lick my lips at the sight. He heads to the locker room, no doubt to get into the shower. I've watched this man shower for months. He's never caught me as I stood there watching him lather up his chest, stomach, balls, cock, and ass.
I'm so lost in my lust I'd don't even notice him disappear into his personal dressing room. With the coast clear, I carefully make my way and quietly close the door behind me. The sound of running water greets my ears. I look around. The room is bare for the most part. I see his gym bag on the floor next to his water bottle and towel. His towel? He still must be wearing those wrestling tights, I think to myself as a smile spreads across my face.
"Let me ask you something, Sean--or do you want me to call you Val? Ever heard of knocking?" that sexy voice sends shivers up and down my spine.
"Can I call you Randy? Or would you prefer Orton?" I said attempting to match wits with the young stud.
"Well, what other names would I have?" He asked inquisitively. The puzzled expression on his face let me know that he was unaware I knew of his secret life.
"Well, from what I've been hearing from a certain someone," I said raising my eyebrows, "you're quite the bottom."
"Bottom?" he scoffed trying to act oblivious to what I had just said, "what the hell is that?"
I rolled my eyes, "the same old `I love women and they love me' song-and-dance is getting old to me, kid. I know you get your ass fucked. By Goldberg and Batista."
His expression went from puzzled to pissed, "you've got some fucking gall, Morley. Making wild accusations you-you- - are a perverted fucker who wishes you could have me like all the ladies do. "
"Do you tell yourself you're a big man when you make love to your girlfriend? Or when you make love to Shane? Yeah, I know about Shane too. For about six months, I've watched you. And I've like what I've been seeing, Randy. Hell, I jackoff thinking about the time you ate Goldberg's ass while Batista plugged you. See Randy, I know about it all."
"You- you- -" he was stuttering, by the bewildered and confused look he was making, I didn't know if he was going to hit me or not. I took a step back.
"If this gets out...this could ruin me. What if my father finds out?" he says on the verge of crying.
"Find out what? That his pride and joy baby boy is no more than a mere fucktoy? Yeah, sounds like that is a real delimma. Gee, I wonder what I'm going to do with his information..." I said trailing off. Watching this boy squirm was giving me an idea.
"Please!" he is screaming clutching my shirt, "I will do anything Sean...anything..." As pitiful as he is, I'm getting really turned on by his begging, "wait. You said you liked what you saw, right?"
We locked eyes. His scared demeanor suddenly changed. Then it hit me, he has me locked in his crosshairs. This kid was turning was playing me and turning me on while doing it.
"Let's talk about you, Sean," Randy said turning the tables on me, I had no idea where he was taking this shit, "you strut around here like you're hot shit -- well, I do that too, so we have that in common."
I cracked a smile, he had me there.
"You strut around with all these sluts on your arm, deep down, we both know we are just alike in the respect that we love dick."
Now that he had successfully turned the tables, I had to counter, "No, you're wrong. I don't `love' dick as much as you...who says I like men?"
"Sean, there is so much you can tell about a man by the way he walks," said Randy.
"Enlighten me," I myself was now bewildered and very interesting in what he was about to say.
"The way you move, the way that ass of yours giggles as you take a stride. By that sexy swagger and those thighs of yours, I say you pump ass," he said smiling sliding his warm hand between my spread thighs. There I stood, standing in front of this boy, his hands rubbing my thighs, "so am I right?"
"Yeah, you are, I go a little gay sometimes...is that a crime? All right then!" I said cutting him off, "you thought you were seducing me? Playing all scared so that I would get turned on?"
"Hey, it's worked," he said looking down. Randy noticed the outline my boner was giving my black jogging suit pants.
"Drop `em," he grinned, groping his own dick and rubbing it through his tights and pouting his lips, "I wanna blow you."
Who was I to deny this kid my dick he so desperately craved? I wasn't wearing any underwear for some reason, so in one quick motion my pants dropped to the floor and my dick flopped out.
Randy is on his knees. His full lips pouted out and his tongue getting closer to the plump head. He felt my legs tense up as has he took hold of it, wrapping all five fingers around it -- stroking slowly.
"Lick it..." I whisper.
The boy granted my request and stuck his tongue on my head and went hastily up my shaft. He licked up and down all nine inches of my rod. He took his time with licking the shaft. He licked it all the way down to the base and right back to the head. He'd do this repeatedly, causing my muscles to tighten. He took his hand from around my boner and rested it on my waist. He takes his tongue and licks the head in a circular motion. I let out a somewhat exasperated moan, I'm now ready for him to suck me.
"Raaaandy, suck it..." I let out.
"Nuh-uh...not yet," he murmurs before going right back to licking.
"Oh you...little...fucking...tease," I grunt in between moans.
Randy looked up at me. He grabbed both my nipples thru my tee-shirt and began to pinch them, "try not to cum, and if you do, you better make damn sure you can do it again."
Then his mouth completely engulfed my cock. With his hands reaching up now tugging my nipples, I couldn't stop myself from moaning. My back against the wall of Randy Orton's dressing room getting my cock sucked.
This is a fucking intense experience - I try to take it all in: the smell of Randy's sweaty lust-filled body downing my cock half-way, my hands running through his hair, the beads of sweat falling down my forehead.
I wipe my forehead and watched Randy's lips capture my dick. Randy went up and down the length of my cock. Then he started to lick my big balls bathing them with his salvia.
I feel a load of cum about to rush out my cock so I pull Randy's head off. I hold his shoulder and he looks up at my cock. He massages my balls and whispers sweet nothings.
"That's it...stroke it...blow your load all on my face Sean," he says exhausted.
With that said, he gives my nuts a big squeeze.
"GAAAH!" I squeal as warm jets of cum spray his face landing on his smooth cheeks. Randy sucks my softening cock
My knees weakened after that great suck session.
Randy gasps for breath as he collapses down next to me, "that...wasn't...long...at...all," Randy say with a hint of disappointment in his voice, my man cream still on both his cheeks.
I pull him in for a kiss, "hey, your face is a mess and that shower water is still running, so what do you say we..."
"Mmm, why the hell not?" he says pulling my shirt over my head.
"Maybe I can take care of your boner too if you let me," I say giving him a wide smile, I knew that would make him hot.
"You mean I can fuck you?" he asks.
"I didn't say all that. I've only been fucked by one guy here."
"Really Sean? Who was it?" he inquires standing up in front of me stark naked. He grabs my hand and pulled me up.
"Dwayne Johnson," I confess.
"No shit? Hot damn how was that?" he asks as we walk into the shower, "was it as big as I've heard?"
"Sounds like you want some of the Rock's strudel." I laugh as I close the shower curtain.