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A Few Rounds With Shane O'Mac By: Rod Ryder
Round I
Shane and Kurt returned to Kurt's dressing room after the announcement that Kurt was to team with Triple H to face The Rock and The Undertaker on that evening's episode of Smackdown. Kurt was upset, very upset, but Shane knew just what to do to take Kurt's mind off of things.
Kurt took a seat on the couch and watched Shane lower himself to his knees and begin to lick and nip at the lycra-covered mound in Kurt's singlet. Kurt threw his head back and let out a low moan followed by a breathy laugh.
Shane lifted his head from the treat between Kurt's legs and asked, "What's funny?" But returned to his ministrations before waiting for an answer.
"Definitely not that, bud. I'm just amused that we've got everyone believing that I'm hot for your sister. Even she and Hunter believe it. Truth is, I have all I want right here, her hot big brother down between my legs."
Shane said nothing, simply hummed his agreement, which sent waves of pleasure through Kurt's body. After a few minutes he grabbed the back of Shane's head and pulled Shane off of his package.
Shane stared with pride at the large wet spot he had created over the bulging hardness outlined in Kurt's blue lycra singlet. His mouth continued to water as the Olympian peeled off the singlet. Once he was naked, the Olympian grabbed Shane by the collar and seated him on the couch, grabbed his dick, taunting Shane with it and finally seated himself on Shane's lap straddling his thighs. Kurt pressed his lips to Shane's and their tongues began to wrestle. Kurt tore the other man's shirt open revealing Shane's strong barrel chest. Angle maneuvered around to lie down on the couch and pull Shane down on top of him. They began to kiss again, but Kurt was getting impatient, he pushed on Shane's shoulders coaxing him back down to the Olympian's now bare cock.
Shane was on the verge of drooling now as he took in Kurt's perfect pole. It was not the first time that Shane had seen the medal worthy penis, but it took his breath away every time. It was about eight-and-a-half inches long and the perfect thickness to slide in and out of Shane's willing mouth.
As Shane continued to worship the Olympian organ he stripped off his pants and boxers so that he too was completely naked. His dick, which had been straining against the fabric was now free and hard as steel. It bounced about as Shane worked his legs up towards the head of the American hero, so that they were now in a sixty-nine position, but rather than taking Shane's dick in his mouth, Kurt pulled his head up so that he was staring at the meaty twin globes of Shane O'Mac's perfect white ass.
Kurt placed his first kiss on the tender flesh that lay between Shane's low-hanging hairless scrotum and his tightly puckered asshole. He then covered Shane's ass cheeks with his kisses and nibbles and sucking. If there was one thing that Kurt loved it was chowing down on a fine ass, and Shane's ass certainly was fine.
Once Kurt had taken his fill of Shane's cheeks and sac, he zeroed in on the real prize. Burying his face between those meaty cheeks he began to explore Shane's tight puckered hole. Slowly but surely Kurt worked his intense little tongue into Shane's hot little hole.
Shane responded to this by pushing his ass back onto Kurt's face, trying to get as much of the Olympian into his ass as possible, and also by increasing the suction on Kurt's dick. As he increased the suction he also began to play with the Olympian's ass, circling his big forefinger around the American Hero's tight hairless pucker. He let some of the spit that he was slathering on Kurt's pole run down into the crevice of his ass so that he could slowly work his finger into that hole.
As Kurt felt Shane begin to explore his asshole he increased the intensity with which he was eating out Shane's ass, and the more Kurt ate, the more Shane increased the suction on Kurt's dick and the more he played with Kurt's ass. The circle of sexual intensity just kept building and building until finally the Olympian went over the edge and, letting out a fierce growl into Shane's ass, shot load after load of hot Olympian cum in Shane's mouth. There was so much cum that it overflowed out of Shane's mouth onto his chin and cheeks.
"Yeah Shane you hot little fucker, take my hot load! Swallow all of that medal winning sperm!"
Kurt was spent, but Shane had not yet had his fill. He let Kurt's deflating dick slide slowly out of his mouth, and gently flipped him over onto his stomach. By the time Kurt had cum, Shane had worked three fingers into his ass, so Shane knew that he was ready to take the big Shane O'Mac. Shane reached for his bag and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube. He slowly slid the condom down over the shaft of his dick, and worked a handful of lube into the tight hole between Kurt's muscular cheeks.
Shane lay down on top of Kurt, working his arms underneath Kurt's armpits to get a good grip on Kurt's shoulders from underneath. Shane let his big monster rest in Kurt's ass crack as he got the Olympian going again by working over Kurt's neck and ears with his hot mouth. Soon Kurt was bucking beneath Shane, Shane's cock sliding back and forth between Kurt's buns. Kurt finally cried out, "Damn it Shane, fuck me!"
And Shane did just that. He grabbed his latex covered pole with one hand and spread the Olympian's cheeks with the other. Shane took aim and dove right in. He liked taking it all at once, so Shane drove all of his thick eight incher deep into the Olympian's hot chute.
Kurt cried out in pain, but once it was in Shane just let it rest there until Kurt was not only used to it, he wanted it, and wanted it bad. He began to buck his ass back against Shane, indicating his desire.
In response Shane began to slide his big rod in and out of the beautiful wrestler's ass. Slow deliberate strokes, pulling out until only the head of his cock remained and then plunging it all the way in to the base.
The strokes got faster and faster, building in intensity until Shane was pounding the big Olympian's ass. The sound of men having sex filled the room. Shane's grunts, Kurt's moans, and the sounds of flesh pounding against flesh, these sounds, along with the feel of Kurt's hot asshole as he pounded into him brought Shane to the brink and he slammed into the Olympian one last time before dumping his hot load. Even through the condom, Kurt felt Shane's dick pulse with every blast of dick juice, and with every shot Kurt clamped down a bit harder with his asshole.
Both men were spent and as Shane's now limp dick slid out of Kurt's hole, Kurt rolled over onto his back and the men gently kissed and embraced, enjoying the feel of their sweat and cum covered muscular bodies melting into each other.