50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 7

 
                                                                     50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                        Chapter 7

     "You wanna ride my cock, you hot little piece?" Dean growled, his hand stroking Seth's dick tightly, squeezing it at the tip to keep him right on the edge without going over. At least not until Dean was ready to let him come, anyway. He had one more thing he wanted out of Seth, and that was to see what he was willing to give on his own. Before releasing his hold on Seth's hair, which was balled up his other fist, he pulled Seth's head back and kissed him savagely over his shoulder, biting his lip and drawing a plaintive whine out of him before letting go. The only sounds coming from Seth now were animalistic and largely unintelligible. "Look at me," said Dean, grabbing him by the chin, turning his head sharply sideways. It took a long moment for him to regain enough composure to focus, but after a couple more breaths, he looked Dean in the eyes, his hair sweatily plastered across his forehead, mouth open, breathing ragged. It was a look of rapturous elation and oddly, contentment. He had fully transcended the limitations of time, caught infinitely in this present moment between he, the animal, and the man who had dared to capture him. He was more than happy to be eaten alive. "Fuck yes I do," he replied.
     Dean withdrew from Seth and climbed his way up to the pillows, flopping down on his back and sighing heavily, partly due to the heavy exertion and partly from the anticipation of what was about to come. His own hair was wildly chaotic but he did nothing to try to get it out of his eyes. Seth slid off his only remaining article of clothing- the tight black jock that had been keeping his raging erection constrained- and crawled at Dean, slinking up over his body ever so slowly, his kitten tongue lapping at every sensitive spot on the way up; from the groove of his hip, to his navel and up lightly over his obliques, causing an electric shock of sensation to shoot through Dean's body straight to his cock, which jumped impatiently.
       Dean's entire body was buzzing, so fast that it just felt like one continuous maddening vibration that made his inner ears tickle. He took Seth's head in his hands as he inched closer, and for the first time, held it gently and brushed the matted hair away from his face. He pulled him up so they were chest to chest and Seth straddled him, sitting on top of his crotch but not allowing him to enter. He came down on top of Dean, trapping him between his arms, and moved in to kiss him. He stopped at the last second, and just as Dean's lips anxiously parted and his pink tongue began to extend, Seth trapped the tongue in his mouth, sucking on it. Dean melted back into the pillows, his eyes closing dreamily as Seth slowly released his hold. When he opened his eyes again, he said, Fuck yourself with my cock. Show me what a real cock slut can do."
     Seth lifted his hips up and reached between them to grab Dean's cock, but Roman had decided by that point that he also needed to be in on this action. The raw heat between Dean and Seth was palpable and highly charged, and Roman's thumping dick was a constant reminder that he hadn't yet gotten his turn. He wanted Dean to fuck Seth hard, and stretch him out a bit so he could then have an easier time wedging his thickness into Seth's already prepped hole. It would be a lot easier to get Dean to do all the hard work first, and fortunately for Roman, having seen the interactions between his two teammates up to now, he knew exactly which of his buttons to push to get him to stop being lazy and fuck.
      Putting a hand on Seth's shoulder, he said, "Why don't you turn to face me?" Seth swung a leg over Dean and faced away from him, towards Roman now. Seth reached behind himself, took Dean's piece in his hand and positioned it over his asshole, this time with no pretense of going slowly. He sank down on it, savoring the delicious pain/pleasure of being penetrated, moaning shamelessly the whole way. Dean moaned as well, relishing the feeling of being enveloped by the pulsing warmth of Seth's rear channel yet again. "Ahh shit, I could really get used to that, you know..." Dean purred, bringing his arms to rest above his head on the pillows. Seth smiled, feeling more in control of his true power than ever before.
     Seth's eyes now focused on Roman. He hadn't had many chances to look at him face to face during this encounter, but the first impression he got was one of hunger. Roman looked like he wanted to eat him, and it was scary and thrilling at the same time. But as he came closer and climbed up to straddle Dean's lower legs, Seth saw the desire in Roman's eyes that belied his intimidating features. Roman took Seth's hands and placed them on his chest, pulling him into his embrace, his own hands sliding down over Seth's slim waist and coming to rest on his ass. Their mouths intertwined. Seth's hands slinked their way up and ran through Roman's damp, glossy black locks as he rose up on Dean's cock and rested his elbows on Roman's muscled shoulders. He continued like he was trying to envelop Roman's head with his arms, kissing back enthusiastically until Roman pulled back, panting like he was suddenly in possession of a little bit less of his soul.
     "Do what he said. Ride that cock."
     Seth leaned back, putting a hand on either side of Dean's chest for balance, and started to lift his hips up and down, his abdomen flexing sinuously, showing off his cut 6-pack, eyes locked with Roman's the whole time. Below that lovely spectacle, his cock, now exposed, was leaking pre-come in a rivulet that had run in a continuous, sticky stream down to his balls. Roman reached down and cupped his hand around the base of Seth's live grenade, encircling his balls as well. With his hand that close to the action, he could feel Seth's ass stretched around Dean's rod and he ran his fingers around both, exploring the junction of their two bodies, as Dean pistoned in and out. Both Seth and Dean moaned unexpectedly, which made Roman chuckle softly. "That's right, kitten. You getting used to that cock now? You think you want to climb the big mountain yet?" his voice thick and syrupy. Seth moaned louder as Dean had a sudden twinge of jealousy and started to thrust hard up into him. "I think so," Seth replied, his voice wavering as he tried to breathe normally . He really did want to but he was a little bit concerned about whether he would be physically able to or not. '"I'll try."
     "If by try, you mean you'll take the whole thing and beg for more, then yeah, ok..." Roman smiled back at him. "That's all I expect, is for you to try."
     Roman looked over Seth's shoulder at Dean, drawing out the word 'try' to subtly bait him. Dean responded exactly as he had expected and took a renewed interest in taking back control over Seth. He didn't like the idea of Roman occupying that much of Seth's attention at this particular moment, especially since he himself was the one still doing all the work. He grasped Seth's hips and pulled his ass down onto his rampant pole, driving it into him as far as it would go, then held him there and started slowly grinding it in even further, blazing his own trail. "I'm not done with you yet, slut. That little porn star ass of yours is gonna take my fucking load first."
     Laughing to himself, Roman withdrew his hand, allowing Dean to have his way. Putting a hand gently on the back of Seth's neck, he pulled him back up toward him and kissed him hard, Seth's body giving way noticeably as their mouths collided. Dean was pounding up into him now, angrily watching his two teammates making out, both men strikingly similar, both dark, long-haired, exotic creatures. He would probably have been mad about it if he wasn't so close to exploding.
     Looking at Seth again, Roman continued to tease. "That must be painful," he said, glancing down at Seth's furiously throbbing cock as he bounced up and down. "Let's see if we can help alleviate that problem."
     Seth let out a moan that clearly indicated he knew what was about to happen. "Ohhhh fuck yea oh god yessssss do it, please fucking do it, please..." he pleaded, his voice a keening whine. He was so fucking close, so perilously close to falling over the cliff, but he couldn't yet, not until Dean said it was time.
     Roman brought his head down and swallowed the length of Seth's cock in one fell swoop. He sat there for a moment, giving Seth an opportunity to take a mental picture, and then pulled his mouth off slowly, trailing his tongue along the underside of his organ. When he got back to the end of it, he started back down again, sucking rhythmically, trying to time his movements with Dean's increasingly quick thrusts. Seth's eyes rolled back in his head and something in him changed. He suddenly felt a rush of warmth, like it was emanating from within him. It spread, up his abdomen and into his chest, giving him goosebumps and making his cock surge simultaneously. He knew his orgasm was coming, and he didn't know if this is how Dean wanted it to happen.
    Sitting up and turning his head to look over his shoulder, he caught Dean's eye again. This time when Dean looked at him, he was somehow different, like he had taken ownership of a part of himself that had previously been denied. In that one moment, he saw Seth in his most primal form. There he sat, cock buried deep inside him, back muscles undulating, that perfect ass of his squeezing the cock from the inside out, while Roman sucked on his pulsating dick at the same time. His breathing started coming in little huffs, and Roman knew he was ready. Pulling off Seth's dick, he asked, "Dean, you must be ready to blow, am I right?" "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna whitewash this bitch," he grunted, relieved that he could finally go over the cliff without looking back.
     Sliding Seth's cock back into his mouth, Roman got into a rhythm and resumed sucking. Dean started to slam his cock into Seth's asshole, and Seth was driving his ass downward in opposition, drilling it in, over and over. Seth felt the tickle start in his balls and travel up to the base of his cock, and it began to throb faster. Roman's wet, sucking vortex of a mouth was working its magic and the timer was counting down. His moans were increasing in pitch and intensity as he approached the edge of oblivion.
    Just then, he felt Dean's hands running down his back, from the base of his neck to his tailbone. Instinctively he looked back at him in time to hear him say, "It's ok. Go."
     Seth looked down at Roman, looked up to the sky, closed his eyes and let go. He felt the tidal wave crash over him, letting out a howl that resonated through all three of them, Roman's mouth welcoming his hot spray, which just seemed to keep coming, spurt after spurt. As he convulsed on top of Dean's cock, the rhythmic contractions of his asshole sucked Dean's orgasm out from under him without warning. His cock swelled and he exploded inside Seth, shooting his hard-earned load deep into that stellar ass, adding his own howl to the mix.
   
     Once Seth was drained, Roman sat back up, grabbing his monster hard-on midway up the shaft, and said, "I think you're ready for this now..."
   
   
   
   
   
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Something to cleanse your palate (and kill your lady boners)

     So in light of some recent events that have caused me to think differently about the way I want to live my life, I feel the need to get a couple things off my chest that have been weighing on me pretty heavily. This may come as a surprise to you if you don't know me that well, but if you do know me well, you shouldn't be shocked by it at all. And before anybody reads this and decides to take it personally, just know that this isn't about you. It's about me. And the thoughts and feelings that I deal with on a daily basis. Please find something else to read if this doesn't set well with you, because I'm done with holding back in order to make other people feel more comfortable. I'm just fucking done..so here goes...

    I have struggled with depression for my entire life. My mother also suffered from pretty severe depression, and my dad has always been an anxious, keyed-up person who I was routinely discouraged from talking to about difficult subjects as a kid (and even now as well) so as not to get him all worked up to where he'd have to take his anti-anxiety medication. So I got the worst of both worlds, because I suffer from both. I try really hard to hide it, because I don't want to be seen as one of those people who can't handle the least bit of stress without falling apart. The only problem is, putting up a front of confidence does absolutely nothing to keep you from falling apart on the inside.

     My mother died last August. She was in her very early sixties. It was a complete shock because she died suddenly and without warning in her sleep. While I am glad that she was able to go out in one of the seemingly least unpleasant ways possible, that did nothing to ease the overwhelmingly intense grief that came with having your mom alive and on the face of the earth one day, and then just gone...disappeared...the next. Of course, that feeling of loss was compounded greatly by the fact that the guy she had been living with turned into a complete asshole seemingly the instant she breathed her last breath. And I mean, yes, I know he was in shock too, but when I got a call from him less than a week after she died to tell me that if I wanted any of her clothes or stuff that I had to go get them that day or he was going to throw it all away, I was unbelievably hurt and angry. Not to mention the fact that my mom had a bunch of jewelry that were family heirlooms that she had specifically told my sister and I ever since we were little that we would get when she was gone. And then suddenly, oh, go figure, the jewelry was nowhere to be found. He claimed he looked for it but couldnt find it, which I do not believe at all. I know he has it, but there's not a damn thing I can do about it now, just like there isn't a damn thing I can do to bring her back. It's over and done. She's not coming back.

     Anyway, since then my life has been a downward spiral of seemingly never ending sadness and isolation, the kind of loneliness that comes from being around people but still feeling utterly alone no matter what I'm doing or who I'm with. I've been pretty severely depressed since my mom died almost a year ago. That's a long fucking time to feel shitty, believe me. Like I said, I've been dealing with this for pretty much my whole life, to the point where being sad and hurt has kind of become part of my personality. Granted, an unwanted part, but a large part nonetheless. And believe me, I don't like being the Buzz Killington of any evening out, but when you constantly feel like there's no point in anything, it's difficult to pretend that going to a movie or out to eat or out to a bar is anything other than a total waste of time. I've found myself engaging in behaviors that I used to see my mom do, like buying too much shit that I don't need (clothes, shoes, wigs, makeup, you name it) just to try to fill the hole in my heart. It doesn't work. All that does is leave you with a hole in your heart and your bank account, which is stressful enough on its own.

     My mother was one of the strongest people I've ever known. The things she went through in her life were tough and sometimes extremely traumatic, but no matter what happened she refused to just give up and let herself be dragged down. I guess I never realized how important that was to me, because my whole life she was always there to prop me up when I felt like falling was my only option. She was the one person I could call and talk to about my depression because she knew exactly what it was like. She often told me that she felt guilty and responsible for having passed on that genetic predisposition to her children, but I always tried to get it through to her that I didn't resent her for that. However, that has had a major effect on my attitude toward having children myself. At this point I have no interest whatsoever in bringing a child into this world who could possibly end up like me. I could not bear to see my own child suffer with the twin evils of anxiety and depression. I know I'm not as strong as my mother. I wish I could say I'm ok with that, but I'm not. I constantly compare myself to her now that she is gone, and every time I go to make a decision, I find myself asking, "What would Mom do in this situation?" It's not healthy and I know it.

     And speaking of not healthy, my health has taken a downward turn since then too. I have developed chronic migraines, lost 40 or so pounds (not on purpose, but because I usually either have no appetite whatsoever or because I'm too depressed to cook for myself), and missed a shit ton of work. So needless to say, the first half of this year has been not so great. One of the worst things about it has been the weight thing. It's funny because I always used to think that if I could just lose 20 pounds or so, I would finally be happy and my life would be the way I wanted it to be. But now that I've lost twice that much and I'm still unhappy, I don't look at my weight in quite the same way anymore. It just sucks because when people who haven't seen me in a while run into me, they're all like, "You look great, have you been working out?" in those cases I feel like the only appropriate thing to say back is "thanks", because I know nobody wants to listen to me complain about how I really lost it and why I'm not happy about it. People only want to hear about the success stories so that they might get some motivation to do it themselves. Nobody wants to hear that I feel like I'm just wasting away, becoming an empty shell of the person I once was. That's not good motivation to go get on a treadmill, know what I mean?

     So anyway, yeah, I haven't felt all that great for quite a while. And the really sad part is, it's been so long that I actually think I forgot what it's like to feel not miserable. Recently, after having a bad reaction to a dosage increase (doctor-warranted) of my antidepressant medication, I suddenly found myself having thoughts of not being alive anymore. Not so much wanting to kill myself, but just not wanting to exist as a human being. Now I'm used to being depressed, but these feelings were very strong and very persistent. I spent a whole weekend not leaving my apartment because I couldn't stop crying. And not even like, 'boo-hoo blubbering' kind of crying, but the kind where your face just starts leaking and won't stop. I knew that when I started thinking about just walking into the ocean and never coming back out, it was time for some emergency intervention just so that I wouldn't do something drastic. I couldn't deny the hurt anymore.

    And it sucks having to ask for help too. Again, I felt like a failure because I wasn't able to handle my feelings and keep them under control like my mom would have. I felt weak, like I was some kind of pussy for not being able to handle life in general. But I went back to the doctor nonetheless and told him what was going on. I got the dosage cut in half of the drug I was taking, and he also prescribed yet another antidepressant that I would have to take in addition to the one I was already on. I was not happy about having to take more drugs. It's at the point now that my purse has so many prescription bottles in it, I look like some kind of pillhead junkie. I've got pills for depression, pills for anxiety, pills to prevent migraines, pills to stop migraines if I already have them, pills to stop the near-constant nausea, and pills to make me go to sleep. It's embarrassing and it's a giant pain in the ass. I hate that I can't just live life without pharmaceutical help.

      Now, fast-forward a couple of weeks post-medication adjustments, and I'm all of a sudden feeling much better. I've actually had a few days here and there that were a little bit better than terrible. And let's just say that it's an odd feeling to be very aware of your happiness (which is a strong word, because it's not so much happy as just not-miserable) because it's such a different thing than what you're used to. It's amazing how much easier it is to get through the workday when you're not constantly suffering with existential angst, and before anybody starts to think that I should be more thankful that it's improved at all, let me just say that I AM grateful. It's just that I'm seriously not used to feeling good anymore. So that has had its own set of side effects, one of which being that I'm finding myself regaining some interest in the things I used to enjoy, which gets to the heart of why I'm really writing all this.

     As some of you may already know, I have started writing again, and I have Facebook to thank for it. Now before you say mean things, let me explain. I joined a Facebook group that is all women wrestling fans,  with emphasis being on a particular group of guys called the Shield. Now I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of obsessed with these guys, my interest split pretty much down the middle between their wrestling ability and their ridiculously smoking hotness. Soon after I joined, I started conversing with some of these lovely ladies through comments on salacious Shield beefcake pics, and felt like I had found a place where I wouldn't be judged for sharing my love for the Shield. Because the group is all women, there is no worry about pissing off guys who think I'm "ruining" wrestling for them because of my choice to celebrate the beauty of these men. Everybody in the group has been great to me thus far, and I have found it to be one of the few things that can make me grin from ear to ear on a daily basis. So, in short, as Martha Stewart would say, it's a good thing.

    Now, I also discovered something I was not privy to prior to joining the group, which was fan fiction. When I realized the crazy amounts of Shield fan fiction that was out there on the Internet, I was intrigued. You see, for years I've had kind of a dirty secret. I like to write erotic fiction. It's something I've been doing since I was a teenager. In fact, I have some stuff that I wrote when I was 16 that is still pretty hot to read now. I know I'm good at it too. I've always been good at writing, but even more so when it's something that interests me. And if we're being really honest here, the idea of hot guys getting it on with each other is hot as fuck to me. In my opinion, this is not an unreasonable thing, considering that I like guys, and I like sex, so why wouldn't I like hot guy sex, right? Yeah, I'm betting that some of you probably don't agree, judging by some of the reactions I've gotten about it thus far.

    Look, I guess what I'm really trying to say here is that because I'm feeling slightly less miserable lately, and because I have found a group of supportive, non-judgemental girls who also happen to love fan fiction as much as I do, I've started writing again. Now look, I realize that I could be spending my time writing a book about anything other than fictitious gay sex between wrestlers, but I seriously doubt that it would give me the same kind of enjoyment that I get from writing from the heart. The only problem with that is that it apparently rubs some people the wrong way. Look, I get it, it's certainly not for everyone. I don't do it for everyone though. I'm doing this for me- because for one, it's something I actually have an interest in doing, which is something I haven't had for a long while, and two, it's giving me a reason to make it through the day. For the past week, I have been excited to come home from work and dive into my story. I've stayed up way too late at night and lost a lot of sleep because I didn't want to stop writing. Do you have any idea how long it has been since I wanted to do anything like that? I know I don't because it's been that damn long I forgot.

     I guess my point here is this: I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I'm kind of a freak, I have really weird interests and hobbies, and I'm a card-carrying member of the local Perverts Union #69 (giggity). I know that some people are put off by me and what I'm about. And I am ok with that, really. I'm almost 40 fucking years old, and I'm too damn old to keep worrying about what other people think of me. I no longer give a flying fuck about whether some dude thinks I'm a slut because I write about ass-fucking between two (or three) guys. Nor do I care if somebody might think I'm begging for attention by declaring that I'm horny (God forbid a woman actually admits to having a sex drive) on the Internet. I just DON'T CARE anymore. I'm doing what makes me happy, and if a person can't get behind that because of something that's fucked up in their head, that's not my fault, and it's not my problem to fix. Hey, we all have to deal with shit that sometimes we don't want to deal with. This is not one of those things. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. You don't have to see my Facebook posts if you don't want to, and you don't have to like me if you don't want to. I honestly don't give a flying fuck one way or the other. Until you've walked the proverbial mile in my shoes, don't come around and try to tell me what's ok and what's not, because I'm all out of fucks to give about it. Really.

So, in conclusion, I'm still alive, I'm feeling a bit better every day, and I actually have a reason to keep getting up every morning. So get off my dick, will you? Thanks.

   

   

   

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 6

                                                             50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                       Chapter 6

     Dean took his place behind Seth and pulled out a small bottle of lube, snapping open the cap and tipping it upside-down. Laying his dick in between Seth's ass cheeks, he drizzled a stream of it onto his cock, rubbing it back and forth across Seth's flexing knot. He moaned and asked, "You think you're ready for my cock?" "Oh God yes, please" was Seth's reply. Dean laughed evilly. "God, look at you, you're such a fucking whore. Sitting here on your knees with your ass in the air, just begging for it." He smacked Seth's ass for emphasis. "You like begging? Huh? Well go ahead, beg for it. Beg for my cock."
     "God please yes I want it...please give me that cock...PLEASE..."
     Dean pulled Seth's ass down so it was level with his dick and grasped himself behind the head, tilting his hips down a bit to get the right angle for entry. Putting his cockhead against the puckered knot, he pushed. About half the head went in, but the initial shock of penetration for Seth caused him to tense up and it popped back out.
"Man, that's fucking tight. I'm gonna have to work that fucking hole over pretty good if you're gonna be able to take Roman in there."
"Yeah, stretch that thing open for me," Roman added, leaning over Seth and spreading apart Seth's ass for Dean, making it so he could watch. Seth's mouth instinctively jumped back on to Roman's swinging stick and resumed sucking, making little mewling sounds as Dean readied himself again for entry. He ran a gloved finger over Seth's asshole and suddenly drove it all the way in. Seth cried out around the cock in his mouth. "Fucking relax, that's not even my dick yet,' Dean snorted as he worked the finger in and out, drawing out moans of pleasure from Seth's throat. Once he had spread some of the lube onto the inside of Seth's anal cavity, he tried again with his cock, this time pushing in harder and holding onto Seth's hips for leverage. This time it slid in, albeit slowly, Seth's asshole squeezing the foreign body that was invading it like a vise.
     Dean wasn't prepared for the sensation of intense heat and the sucking smoothness of the inside of Seth's ass. It squeezed him so tight he felt faint for a moment, and then he felt the familiar sensation of his balls tightening which meant he was close to coming already. "Goddammit, your slutty fucking ass is gonna suck the cum right out of me." Seth moaned louder, pushing back against the cock in his ass.
     "You don't come until I tell you, you hear me?" came Roman's voice, and a slap came down across Dean's face again. His head stayed to the side for a moment as he shook it a little to recenter his eyes, then turned it back to look at Roman with a glare that broke into a deadly grin. "Yes sir," answered Dean, his eyes glinting.
     To distract himself, Dean reached around to Seth's front and tweaked his nipples hard. Seth's back arched like a cat and his moans increased in pitch. The vibration of Seth's moans in turn caused Roman's cock to throb. He kept pinching until Seth had to pull his mouth off of Roman in order to breathe. "Oh please. Don't even act like you didn't absolutely fucking love that, you little tramp. Stick that ass back out so I can put my cock in it." Dean taunted. "I'm gonna gut-punch you from the inside."
     Dean gathered up the black elastic waistband of Seth's jock and held it tightly balled in his fist like a saddle horn. He thrusted into Seth's waiting ass until he was in to the hilt, partially collapsing against Seth's back as that delicious heat overwhelmed him once again. He refocused his effort to fuck Seth, digging in his heels and starting to pump rhythmically, his muscular ass flexing from the effort. An unexpected flood of invective started to spew from Seth's mouth seemingly of its own volition, emphasis on whatever stream-of-consciousness word he happened to be saying when Dean's cock skewered him. "FUCK oh god yeah UNHH fuck yes fuck me FUCK my FUCKING ass you FUCKING BASTARD you're SO fucking GOOD that COCK is so FUCKING GOOD oh GODDDD..."
     Roman was stroking his dick in earnest now, eyes going from watching Dean's cock drill Seth's newly de-virginized asshole to watching Seth's face. "He's liking it now, man. Give it to him good. Pound that ass." Seth made a sound like he was going to cry, and his breath was coming in heaving gasps, his eyes closed hard in concentration. Dean's thrusting picked up speed and soon his hips were slapping against Seth's ass cheeks, his ramrod dick inexorably lodged in that spasming tunnel.
     "You like that dick, Seth? Huh?" He took hold of Seth's hair once again and pulled him up off his hands roughly, still pounding into him. "Oh fuuuuuuuuckk yessssssssssss"  was Seth's reply. He shoved his hand down Seth's jock and pulled out his painfully engorged unit, beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Seth's eyes opened wide and his mouth made a silent "Oh my god". Roman put a hand against Seth's chest and could feel his heart racing. He grabbed Seth's face and kissed him hard and deep. Dean was still holding Seth by the hair, keeping him from being able to drop down onto his hands. "You done with him for a minute? He asked Roman. "Take him," he replied, reaching for the lube bottle to slicken his massive erection. "But just remember, if you want to come, you better ask first."
 

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 5

                                                            50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                       Chapter 5

     Pulling Seth's head down to waist level, Roman looked at Dean and said, "Get up here." Dean scrambled to his side. "Get down there too and make sure your bitch does a good job sucking me off."
     Dean dropped down on his hands and knees next to Seth. Getting right back up to his ear again, he sneered, "I bet you're scared of that, aren't you? You think your ass is gonna be able to take a piledriving from that??"
     "Yes," groaned Seth, tunnel vision locked on the head of Roman's cock, which was bobbing in front of his face impatiently.
     "You better hope so, because your ass is mine first, and I don't plan on leaving much left over for sloppy seconds!" Dean's voice was raising now.
     Pulling Seth's head forward and onto his cock, Roman countered, "It won't feel sloppy to him. Trust me." Seth groaned again, this time more so because his mouth was filled to capacity than anything. He tried valiantly to swallow more than just a few inches, but the combined length and girth of his dick was more than his inexperienced mouth could handle. He choked and pulled his head back, coughing. Roman laughed. "Looks like he needs to be broken in on both ends."
     "May I?" Dean asked Roman, gesturing toward the cock in Seth's mouth "Have at it," he smiled, removing his hand from where he had been gripping it at the base. Dean's eyes flashed, a little bit of crazy playing at the corner of his mouth. He grasped Roman's cock about 3 inches down the shaft and started to feed it into Seth's mouth."Come on, make it down to my fingers." Seth complied, his lips moving down far enough to meet Dean's hand. He moved it back a couple inches and commanded Seth to do it again. He again attempted to defy physics and swallow that cock like a sword, but he couldn't quite make it. Dean shoved on the back of his head, choking him again. He coughed harder this time, gagging a little. His eyes were watering so much it looked like he was crying.
     Dean continued to humiliate Seth until he felt a hand clamp down on the back of his neck like an iron vise.  Jumping, he looked up at Roman, who was wearing a scowl, his steely blue eyes deadly serious. Roman's hand ran up the back of Dean's neck and he gathered as much hair as he could in his fingers. Pulling Dean's head back, he said, "If you think it's so easy, maybe you should show him how it's done. Why don't you both get down there and help out. For the team." He leaned in and licked Dean on the edge of the mouth. "It's all about teamwork, riiiight?" Dean laughed nervously.
     Roman pushed Dean down to the same level as Seth and took hold of Seth's head again, lifting it up by his chin. He made no attempt to resist. Seth was on another plane of existence, or at least the Seth they knew was gone; he was merely an empty vessel waiting, needing to be filled. He did the same with Dean, except he was not nearly as much of a bottom-type as Seth, and Roman could see the silent protest in his eyes. "Aw, what's the matter Dean? You afraid to see a real cock up close? He quickly took his hand from Dean's chin and put it on the back of his head, pushing him toward it. "Open that fucking smart mouth of yours and get it wet. All over. We'll give Seth here a break for a minute." and then to Seth he growled, "but only for a minute."
     Dean eyed Roman's cock like it might bite him. He was wondering where to start when he caught Seth watching him from the other side of it. His eyes were on fire, and he was panting like a dog, licking at the corners of his mouth like he was trying to telepathically will Dean to do it. His hair hung haphazardly down over his face,  and for some reason the phrase "sexy beast" flashed across Dean's mind. He was absolutely breathtaking. Everything about him was projecting a singular message; I'm yours.
     Dean mouthed a kiss to Seth and let his tongue make contact, slowly drawing it up the shaft. When he got to the end of it, he paused. "I know you know what to do, you fucking cock tease. Put your pretty little mouth where your money is." sneered Roman, not wanting him to forget who he was supposed to be servicing. One side of Seth's mouth involuntarily jerked up into a smile and he looked away, cheeks flushing.
     Roman reached down and hooked a thumb inside Dean's mouth, pushing it down against his tongue,.fingers under his chin. "Quit stalling and suck this dick." He fed the head of his cock past Dean's lips and rested a hand on top of his head. Dean started sucking, trying to work his tongue around that much meat without triggering his gag reflex. After a few seconds he had figured out how to breathe through his nose and was taking a lot more of it in his mouth. Roman let out a deep, rumbling moan. The suction Dean had going was so exquisite, it was making him feel lightheaded. "Ohh that's a nice mouth, but I think it's time to compare."he said, taking Seth by the back of the head now.
     Seth lunged at the cock, spearing himself on it. He immediately started moaning around it as he sucked, the vibrations sending icy shockwaves down Roman's back. He leaned his head back as Seth did his work, but still kept a hand in control of his head as he started to thrust ever so slightly. He pulled out again, turned his hips toward Dean and his cock swung into place in front of him. "Suck." he said, and Dean took a turn again, his own cock throbbing when he had the realization that the wetness that was on it already was Seth's spit. He was dying to fuck now, and he hoped he would still get the chance. After another minute or so, Roman abruptly pulled out again. "Come here", he said to both of them, drawing their heads closer together until their mouths were on either side of his rock hard cock. "Now you both get to lick it.'
     Dean and Seth both licked their way up to the end. "Kiss," he commanded, "but keep my dick in your mouths. Do it." They complied, their tongues flicking over and around Roman's cockhead as they explored each other's mouths. Roman shuddered.. "Now that's fucking teamwork."
     Noticing that Dean's cock was dripping with arousal, he asked, "You ready to fuck your bitch?"
"Ohh fuuuck yes,"  Dean hissed, coming up off of all fours, wiping his mouth off with the back of a gloved hand. Then get back there and give it to him. Hard. The more work you do, the less I'll have to do when it's my turn."

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 4

                                                            50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                      Chapter 4

     "Open up, let's see that tongue again," Dean commanded. Seth complied, showing Dean the glistening pinkness of the inside of his mouth while still gazing up at him dreamily. He was mentally drifting off into a place where the only thing that mattered was doing what Dean told him to do in the hopes of pleasing him. If Dean wanted a cock slut, he was going to be the best slut that he possibly could be. If he wanted to take Seth's anal virginity, he was going to let him, right in front of his other teammate, who at that moment was leaned back against the headboard, watching intently.
     Dean seized the moment and shoved his still-hard cock into Seth's waiting mouth. Again Seth started to draw his gloved hands up toward's Dean's crotch to get a better hold on what he was sucking, but Dean had other ideas. He took Seth's hands and placed them flat against his stomach, flexing his abs, and began to draw them up slowly towards his chest, enjoying the novel feeling of the buttery-soft leather gliding over his torso. The hot mouth on his cock was working him up even quicker this time, since he had already had to stop once before to keep from coming too soon.
     Seth was sucking intently, working his mouth up and down. Dean's cock was pulsing with a life of its own now, and it seemed like it was just getting thicker and thicker the more he sucked on it. His mouth made wet slurping sounds as he tried to jam that fuck stick as far back into his throat as he could without choking on it. Dean's head fell back and he let out a groaning "ohhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck" while still holding firm onto Seth's wrists. He then brought his head back down and closed his mouth over one of Seth's middle fingers. Even though there was a layer of hide separating it from the wetness in Dean's mouth, Seth could feel the heat through the leather and his own dick lurched in anticipation.
     Biting down on his glove tip, he drew his head back, sliding the glove off. He followed suit with the other hand afterward, and once Seth's hands were uncovered he took him by the wrists again and slid them back down to his pelvis. When Seth looked up again he saw Dean putting the gloves on himself, pulling them down tightly over his fingers and smoothing down the edges so that they lay flush. They were a perfect fit. He interlaced his fingers, cracking his knuckles backward, and said, "The driver should really be the one wearing the gloves, don't you think?" Seth nodded, pulling his mouth off momentarily, and pushed his hair back away from his face. He was sweating from the exertion and breathing heavily.
    Seth was at the point where he had to give his cock some room to breathe or he felt like it was going to bust through his jeans, Incredible Hulk-style. He reached down and unfastened the top button, looking up at Dean as he did so, his mouth still half open, his eyes pleading. "Go ahead," Dean allowed. Seth drew his zipper down and felt a rush of relief when the cooler air finally reached his nether regions. His cock was still being held back by his black jock but he didn't care at that point. He was just glad it was no longer trapped in that denim prison. He ran his hand along the outside of the cotton material, pressing the heel of his hand into the vein on the underside of his penis. It twitched and he moaned involuntarily.
     "Aw, what's the matter, Sethy? Dean asked in mock concern. "Does your cock need some attention too?  I bet you'd just love it if I did this, wouldn't you?" He reached down, grabbing onto Seth's dick through the jock and pulled him up off his knees. Seth's legs buckled, partly from the lack of blood flow from sitting awkwardly, and partly from the firm grip Dean had on his crank. "Whoa, easy there. We can't have you pass out and miss all the fun, now can we?"
     Dean took Seth by the hips and turned him to face Roman. He then slid in next to and slightly behind him, presenting Seth as though he was a gift. He looked at Roman with a cocky grin and without breaking eye contact, reached up with one finger on Seth's jawbone and turned his face toward him. Seth let his weight fall back against Dean's chest, fully in subspace now. He radiated pure sex. His tongue licked at the side of Dean's mouth like a kitten. "Please," he begged, wanting something, anything to happen.
     Roman, who up to that point had been sitting silently and observing them, sat up a bit more, shifting his weight onto one side and using his other hand to trace the outline of his stiffening meat through his pants. He still didn't really know what to make of all this, but sitting there looking at his two friends, Seth with his exquisitely honed body, begging to be used, and Dean with that fucking cocky, sexy attitude, intent on showing Roman exactly how much control he had over his submissive little slut, he figured he may as well go with it. Like Dean said, this was going to happen regardless, and he could either be a team player and stick around, or he could leave alone.
     Little did they know, he may have jacked off once (ok, a few times) while they were on the road while thinking about Seth's delicious looking ass. He could never get over how round it was and how much it resembled that of a really fit girl's. Watching him do squats at the gym was always exciting, and he found himself often wondering if that ass was even tighter on the inside. He wanted to find out, and now here was his chance.
     "You go first," said Roman to Dean, "Because once I get up in there, I'm going to fucking wreck it."
Dean nodded and pushed Seth into the bed, his knees on the edge of the mattress, and he fell over onto his hands, now even closer to where Roman was reclining. "Get up there," Dean said, motioning for him to get on his hands and knees. Seth did so, his breath hitching as though he was almost going to hyperventilate. "I think he's got something for you."
     Roman sat up a little bit more and began unfastening his pants. Seth's eyes lasered in on the massive bulge that was beginning to tent the khaki fabric tightly. He knew Roman's cock was big, having seen it in the locker room before on many occasions, but this was the first time he was seeing it in an aroused state, and from what he could see thus far, it was impressive. Dean was watching it too, his hands reaching around Seth's waist to tug down his jeans. Seth assisted by lifting up one knee at a time so he could slide them down and off his lower legs. Once they were completely off, Dean took a step back and drank in the sight of Seth's perfectly rounded ass cheeks, luridly framed by the black straps of the jock he still had on. He reached down and squeezed his own cock while putting a thumb in his mouth, getting it wet with his saliva. Starting at the top of Seth's ass crack, he ran the thumb slowly downward until it was directly over his tiny pink anus. He started rubbing it in little circles, stroking his own cock simultaneously. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he boasted.
     Roman watched as Dean smacked Seth's ass on both sides at the same time, the slaps muffled by the leather gloves he was now wearing. He squeezed the rounded globes and spread them apart. "Ass up," he commanded, which Seth did, arching his back and presenting it to him. Dean suddenly dropped down to his knees, let out a low growl that mingled with a lusty chuckle and licked Seth all the way up his seam. Seth's eyes grew wide with surprise and his mouth hung open, gasping at the overwhelming intensity of the sensation. Roman grinned watching his expressions. While Dean busied himself vigorously rimming Seth's asshole, Roman pulled his now fully engorged member out, holding it straight up. Seth looked up just in time to see what looked to be about ten inches of cock that resembled a sawed-off baseball bat. Roman's blue eyes were still giving him that same look as when he had first seen him on his knees, sucking Dean's cock like he was poisoned and it had the antidote.
     "Oh. My. GOD." Seth exclaimed when the realization of what was undoubtedly going to happen washed over him. He was about to get railed by Dean's hefty unit, and then Roman was going to take a turn with that huge horse cock of his. Dean's head popped back up upon hearing Seth's cry, and he saw Roman getting up onto his knees on the bed, his dick bobbing heavily as he worked his way into position in front of Seth's head. "Whoa, you got a permit for that?" he cracked. Roman smiled. He never got tired of the reactions when someone saw his hard cock for the first time.
     Dean, ever the pot-stirrer, stood back up and grabbed Seth by the hair, pulling him back up onto his knees again. Still holding him by a clump of hair, he reached around and ran his gloved hand inside Seth's jock, closing it around his shaft and stroking slowly. Seth's breathing was ragged and he let out a whine that dropped in tone as he thrusted his hips in time with Dean's motions. Putting his lips right up to Seth's ear, he said "You see that cock right there? That's going inside you. So you better put that little magic mouth of yours to work on it now, and maybe if you're lucky he won't last that long destroying that pretty little bum."
     Roman moved even closer, and now he was right up on Seth. He put his huge hands on Seth's chest and pushed him back harder against Dean. He ran his hand up the back of Seth's head and Dean removed his so Roman could have his way with him. "Face down," he ordered, gripping a mixture of blonde and brunette hair in his fist.


 

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 3

                                                           50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                      Chapter 3

     "You're just in time, actually," said Dean, not moving an inch. Looking down into Seth's eyes, he said, "You. Stay. Right here. Don't you dare fucking move." He pulled his shorts back up to cover himself and turned on his heel to face Roman.
     "Well," Dean continued, "it would appear that you've caught us in the middle of something, now wouldn't it?
     "Uhh, apparent-ly," said Roman, leaning to the side to get a better look at Seth, who was wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand somewhat sheepishly. "So can somebody fill me in on what's going on here, exactly?"
     "Ok, it goes like this," Dean went on, "I'm getting my dick su-... actually, I was getting my dick sucked just a minute ago by our friend Seth here," gesturing behind him. "Which was fucking ahh-maaazing, by the way," he added over his shoulder. Seth's cheeks flushed bright red as he looked away, wondering if Dean was about to throw him under the bus. "and I was just about to fuck him when you showed up."
     "Well, the door wasn't closed all the way, and I heard voices so I came in....but how.....how the fuck does something like this happen? Are you like, gay now or something?" Roman asked, wondering if he was being secretly recorded for some hidden camera prank show he had never heard of.
     "Now? No, I'm not any more gay now than I've ever been. I'll tell you what I am though. I'm an opportunist. Seth here really wanted to suck some dick, so as a team member, I felt it was important to support him in his endeavors. And, I'm glad I did, because that little mouth right there is un-be-fucking-lievable," he said, ratcheting up the charm. "So since you've happened upon this kind of midway through, I'm gonna tell you what's about to happen. I'm about to put my dick back in that mouth for a little bit longer, and then I'll most likely break in that tight little ass of his too, and if it's anywhere near as good as his mouth, that will probably be unbelievable as well. You can either hang out here until we're finished and support your fellow teammates, or we can meet you there. But this is happening.... it just is." he said defiantly, shrugging and jutting out his bottom lip into a frown, challenging.
     Roman was taken aback by Dean's straight-shooting approach, but after taking a deep breath and letting it out, still looking at Seth, he held up a very large fist. Dean wondered for a split second if he should duck or not. But instead of throwing a punch, he held it out to Dean for a fist bump. "Go team," he said, his voice a rumbling baritone, one side of his mouth curling into a smile that made the hair on the back of Dean's neck stand up.
     Roman walked slowly past Dean and toward the bed, his eyes still taking in the sight of Seth on his knees, hair askew, his upper body naked except for the leather gloves, skin covered in a fine mist of perspiration. Seth's expression was one of arousal, confusion and a little bit of fear. The way Roman was looking at him made him feel like he was being hunted. His cock was so fucking hard it hurt. If somebody didn't touch it soon, he was going to explode out of frustration. As he watched Roman pass by him and casually roll onto the bed, ending in a half-sitting position amongst the pillows, Seth felt a hand twist his head roughly back around to the front.
     "Hoooooneeeeey, I'm hoooome," Dean said in a singsong voice, holding his cock out and stroking it slightly. Since they now had an audience, Dean turned sideways so that Roman had an unimpeded view of the proceedings. He leaned over, gripping Seth's hair at the base of his neck and pulling his head back. In that moment Seth knew he was quite literally about to be manhandled, and he grimaced and smiled at the same time. He looked up at Dean and mouthed silently, "I want you to fuck me." Dean mouthed back with an angelic smile, "I know."
   

   
   

50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 2

                                                             50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                         Chapter 2

     Dean quickly rolled over and off the opposite side of the bed, bouncing back up onto his feet just as easily as Seth had done. When the two locked eyes again, neither of them was expecting to see the look on the other's face. They wanted each other, and now there was no concealing the fact or pretending it didn't exist.
     Seth stared him down, not willing to give an inch without a struggle. Of course, he was extremely turned on and packing an almost painfully hard cock, but on principle alone he refused to just give the lazy fucker what he wanted. He smirked, crouching down slightly while sliding a glove over each hand.
     As he watched Seth put on his gloves, Dean couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful he was. He was all taut muscle and sinew, and he had a fire in his eyes that made him appear almost devilish. He knew Seth was trying to rile him up, trying to get him to make a move.
     Dean inhaled deeply and pushed the air out of his nostrils in one great burst. His tongue flicked out again, the tip lingering against his upper lip. He ran the back of his hand across his chin and gathered himself. Ok then, he thought, if Seth wanted to be taken, if he wanted to feel the pure fury of a sexual animal, he was going to get it. No holding back, no apologies, no limits. Dean's cock surged and a chill ran through his body.  He shook it off and leveled his gaze back at his eager opponent. With a wicked smile, he advanced toward his prey.
     "Ok, so you may not be my bitch yet, but we'll see how you feel about it at the end of the night. We'll see what you have to say when I bury myself into you as far as I can go", he growled, rounding the corner of the bed and puffing out his bare chest in a display of alpha male virility. He flexed and Seth's breath caught in his throat. At times like this when Dean was worked up, he practically glowed with testosterone. Seth had all he could do not to beg him to get naked right this instant. His eyes settled on the deep grooves above Dean's hipbones that trailed down and disappeared into the front of his shorts. His mouth watered.
     "So why don't you just bend that pretty little ass right over so I can see what I'm working with here?" Dean taunted. He was still advancing, fingers flexing, ready. "Fuck you," Seth snapped and lunged forward, shoving against Dean's chest, trying to stop him in his tracks. He barely flinched. Both men came together toe to toe, both leading with their chests, noses almost touching. The air between them was electric. "Ooh, foreplay," quipped Dean, denying Seth the pleasure of thinking his display of aggression made any difference whatsoever. "Okay, we can start slow if you want.......nah, just kidding...."
     Dean pushed against Seth, putting all his weight into it, backing Seth up against the wall behind him. Before he could recover, Dean was on him. He spun Seth around, bending him down and whipping his t-shirt off in one controlled motion. When he came back up, blonde locks streaming across his face, he had a grin from ear to ear. Their mouths came together again, Dean clutching his face and holding him against the wall as they kissed, pressing his insistent cock into an equally turgid member.
     He reached down and pulled down the front of his shorts, freeing himself. Breaking away from the kiss once again, he came in close to Seth's ear, pronouncing each word as though it were it's own sentence "Get. On. Your fucking. Knees. NOW." Seth did as he was told, dropping to the floor at the foot of the bed, sitting back on his feet. He was positively vibrating with sexual energy now. He had never felt wanted quite like this before and it was intoxicating. Dean stepped up to him, his pulsing dick inches from Seth's face. He still had a grip on his chin and used it to tilt his head up so that his mouth was in perfect line with the head.
     "Yeah, look at that", he purred, his voice guttural. With his free hand he grabbed his dick and began to rub it up and down Seth's cheeks, feeling the prickliness of his beard against the shaft. "You wanna suck my cock, you little slut? Huh? You wanna be my little cock slut? Fuck..." he grunted.  He kept his hold on Seth's chin and ran his fingers through his long, thick hair. Seth moaned and looked up at his captor. He couldn't pretend he wasn't happy, even though he didn't want to ruin the moment by smiling too much. His eyes met Dean's just as he said "I'm gonna give you what you want." "Oh really", Seth replied, arching an eyebrow. "Well, if you don't agree, then just go ahead and pull your mouth off my dick and say you don't like it," he said, pushing his hips forward and the head of his cock past Seth's lips. Seth instinctively closed his lips around Dean's throbbing stick and started sucking, swirling his tongue up and down the length of it. His gloved hands came up to encircle it at the base, squeezing it until it twitched hard. Dean gasped audibly, his eyes rolling back, eyelids fluttering, his voice turning into a low, raspy moan. He hadn't expected Seth's mouth to feel this good right off the bat, and the way he was going at it now, like he was trying to suck the life out of him, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. He pulled out, Seth's mouth making an audible popping sound. He had to grip himself behind the head of his dick just to keep from coming. He wanted to try to hold it together so he could give his teammate the treatment he deserved, but Seth's slutty fucking mouth was bringing him to the edge much faster than he had planned.
     Just then, they both heard the same voice say, "Uh, heyyy......am I..ohhhhh..........is this a bad time or... something?" Dean's head snapped to attention to see who the voice belonged to. He felt an uneasy rush of adrenaline when he realized it was Roman. He had totally forgotten about Roman during his and Seth's sex play, and now here he was, standing slack-jawed in the doorway looking at the unexpected scene of one teammate fucking the other's face in a hotel room before a show.

50 Shades of Ambrollins, Chapter 1

                                                             50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                        Chapter 1

     There was no getting around it: Dean was pent up. For the better part of the past week, his cock had been perpetually at half-mast. It was a lot tougher to get laid out on the road than he thought it would be, and he wasn't prepared to have to work so hard to get his rocks off. It had never been very hard for him before, but the near constant travel he had to do for work made him feel like he didn't have a home base from which to operate. He hated living out of hotel rooms. Plus, he hated to admit it, but he was kind of lazy. Most nights he could just jerk off and be done with it, but recently his dick had decided it wasn't satisfied with the familiar embrace of his hand and wanted to be shoved into a tighter hole than his lubed-up grip could simulate. He needed to fuck, and soon. Only problem was, he was in one of those moods where he didn't want to work hard for it. Hell, he thought to himself, he would probably be down to bang one of the hotel maids if one of them happened by at this hour...hey a mouth is a mouth, right? A girl doesnt have to be pretty to give a good blowjob anyway. Good looks are just the icing on the cake.
     Tonight was a Smackdown taping. He was busying himself packing up his gear for the short trip to the arena when he heard the electronic key opening the lock on the hotel room door. He knew it was Seth, because he had given him the other copy so he could come over when he was ready. Now they just had to wait for Roman to show up and they would be off.
     "Hey, it's me," said Seth, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The room was cloaked in a thick fog of steam, and the change in humidity made him instantly start to sweat. "Jesus, it's fucking hot in here. Can't you open a window or turn the fan on or something?"
     "Well I just took a goddamn shower, what do you expect?" Dean replied, leaning backward out the bathroom door with a toothbrush in his mouth. His sandy hair hung in wet tangles over his eyes. He caught eyes with his teammate and widened them in mock surprise, mocking him.
     "I still don't understand how you can steam up the room this much. It never does that when I shower", Seth said, trying to make his fake serious face look convincing.
     'That's because I'm naturally hot, my friend", said Dean, finally emerging from the bathroom. He was still wearing the loose basketball shorts he had thrown on when he was done showering, and because it was still so hot in the room he hadn't yet stopped sweating enough to justify putting a shirt on. Seth noticed right away that all the CrossFit workouts that they had been doing together were having an effect. "Hey, nice abs, stud", he observed, "Now aren't you glad I talked you into working out with me? You're looking pretty damn good." He darted in quick and smacked him in the stomach teasingly.
     Before Seth knew what was happening, Dean had caught him by the wrist,  twisted his arm around his back and pushed him down by the neck, bending him over. "I wouldn't do that if I were you", Dean said, his voice becoming suddenly serious. "I'm in one of those moods. Hell, even your ass is starting to look good at this point." He pushed Seth hard in the direction of the king size bed that dominated the room, which he responded to by doing a neat somersault and landing, catlike, onto his side, head propped in hand.
     "Dude, why don't you get a girlfriend or something? It's not like you couldn't get laid. You're just lazy. You want somebody to do all the work." Seth said, watching Dean's sculpted backside as he bent over to put something into his gym bag.
     "I am not lazy", Dean replied, "I'm just....choosy."
     "Meaning?" Seth inquired.
     "Meaning I would rather choose to fuck someone that doesn't also nag me about shit when we're not fucking." Dean said with a laugh.
     " Well hey, all I can say is that having a girlfriend can be pretty good. Granted, we don't see each other a lot, but when we do the sex is great, " Seth said somewhat defensively.
     "Yeah, but how do you know she's not getting any on the side? She could be banging some other dude and you'd never even know. Doesn't seem worth the trouble to me. And for that matter, you could be getting lots of pussy yourself when you're out on the road. so why bother with the relationship part?'
     "Because it's nice to have a real connection with the person you're having sex with", Seth explained. "I don't just wanna bang away at somebody until I bust a nut. Plus, it's way more hot when you know exactly what the other person likes and vice versa. It's just....better." He realized all of a sudden that his cock was starting to stir in his tight jeans and reflexively put his hand over the growing bulge. Fucking Ambrose, he thought to himself, if he had to be horny, everybody else had to be horny too. Evil bastard. Now he was thinking about sex too, and his girlfriend was nowhere to be found. He stared off towards the bathroom and absentmindedly rubbed his rapidly growing dick.
     "Should I leave you and your girlfriend alone?" Dean's voice snapped Seth out of his haze and he realized that Dean's eyes were looking directly at his crotch.
     Moving his hand away quickly, Seth swung his legs around over the end of the bed, sitting up. He hoped that the change in position would hide his burgeoning hard-on. It didn't. Now the head of his cock threatened to poke out over the top of his pants. He was secretly glad that he had already put on a jockstrap. It at least made him feel like he had a little more control over the situation. It was being held in for now, thank God.
     Seth's attempt to play off his arousal was highly amusing to Dean. Being the instigator that he was, he couldn't pass up the chance to mess with his teammate. "Hey, don't let me stop you. Like I said, I'm in a pretty open-minded mood. I might just end up watching." His own member had begun to pitch a tent in his shorts and because it was pointing downwards and he wasnt wearing underwear, it made a comically large lump. He didn't make any attempt to hide it, however. At that point, he had started to look at Seth in a different way than he ever had before. He had a tight body and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Dean found himself thinking that he could probably trick himself into thinking it was a girl if he squinted his eyes and cocked his head a bit.
     It was at that moment that something inside Dean shifted and things fell into place. He didn't need to imagine a girl at all. He had a perfectly good companion right here in front of him. He knew Seth better than anyone on the roster, they spent all their time on the road together, and he was pretty sure he could trust him with anything. Not only that, but they already had obvious chemistry, as evidenced by their oddly flirtatious exchanges and frequent bodily contact. He had gotten to know his friend's body very well over the past few years of wresting matches against each other in the independent leagues, and honestly it wasn't the first time that his cock had perked up at the thought of taking him to the mat. He realized he really wanted to fuck his best friend and strangely enough, he didn't feel weird about it at all. It was time to do something. If it was ever going to happen, this would be the time, he thought to himself. Yup, he thought, walking slowly over to the bed where Seth still sat, frozen by indecision and sheer awkwardness, this is how it's gonna start...
    Seth saw Dean move toward him and immediately started to panic. What was he doing? This was getting weird real quick. One second they're talking about banging chicks and the next minute he's getting some seriously sexual vibes from his teammate. He looked up just in time to see Dean's pale blue eyes staring back at him, about a foot away from his face. The shock caused him to reflexively push himself backward, away from the perceived threat, but all it really did was push him up further onto the bed. His head hadn't even hit the pillow before Dean was on top of him, hands gripping his wrists and holding them above his head. Seth could feel the heat from between his friend's legs as he straddled him. He was still in a state of shock and not at all sure about what was happening, so he held as still as possible so as not to seem like he wanted to grind his raging hard-on against Dean's ass, even though he had already started thinking about it. He was surprised at how normal it all felt. Just two friends who are there for each other when it matters the most. He wondered if he could trust him enough to tell him the truth...that he decided a long time ago that he would jump at it if he ever had the chance to get to know Dean in another, more intimate way. His head began to spin at the idea of this particular fantasy coming true. It was almost too much. His dick was straining furiously against his tight jockstrap now.
     Dean sat looking down at the dark haired man beneath him and admired the long, dark eyelashes that made him look like a little bearded Bambi. He lowered his face to within a couple inches of Seth's, his hair mingling with the two toned blonde and black, brushing against his cheeks.
      "Or maybe we could help each other out," he said in a half-whisper, half growl. His already gravelly voice tended to drop an octave when he was turned on, and it was as deep as Seth had ever heard it. "I've got an idea. Why don't I just make you my work girlfriend? You've got a pretty spectacular ass on you, little lady," he said with a half-smile, leaning down even further. He flicked the tip of his tongue across Seth's lips.
     Fuck it, Seth thought. This is gonna happen, right now. "You want that ass, don't you?" he teased. He reached up and closed his hand around the back of Dean's neck, pulling himself up to meet his mouth. As their lips opened and he felt Dean's tongue probing against his own, he involuntarily thrusted upward, grinding his raging cock against the thin fabric of those infernal basketball shorts. So close, but yet so far. And even though he already had an idea of how this was going to play out, he made a mental note to try to get a piece of Dean's ass at some point in the future. He didn't know if he would want to switch roles like that, but Seth was willing to try just about anything. At this point, why not, right? But right now he was more than happy to be the object of his friend's attention, and he was going to play it up for all it was worth.
     "I think I do want that ass, actually," Dean replied, breaking the kiss. In one swift motion, he reached under Seth, grabbing a handful of ass cheek, and rolled them both over so Seth was straddling him. Once he was there he grabbed the other cheek with his free hand and squeezed them together, pushing that compact ass down against his now-throbbing dick. Seth felt it pulsate against him and couldn't stifle a moan. He could already tell Dean's cock was thicker than his, and he started to wonder if he would be able to take it all when the time came. "Well I'm not your bitch," he retorted, sitting up and putting one hand on Dean's neck and one hand on his back pocket, pulling out a pair of black leather gloves. "And if you want my ass you're gonna have to work harder than that, you lazy fucker. Come and take it from me." And with that, he sprang off the bed and landed silently on his feet next to it, sticking his tongue out as a challenge and breaking into a huge grin.
     Dean didn't know what to do besides shake his head in exagerrated surprise. He hadn't considered that Seth might actually be into doing this, so he really was thrown off by his mate's reaction. The funny thing was, Seth thought he was being difficult, but he was really making it so much easier...