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...

   


   
   
   
   
   

Poetry Corner (Rapture Edition)

This is one of my favorite poems, and it's also one that I know by heart. Hopefully, if the world does end, I hope it goes out in one of these two ways. I know the Rapture isn't supposed to be the big finale, but all the hubbub about it lately has got me in a cataclysmic state of mind, and this poem has been stuck on repeat in my head for the last few days. Well, that and Tool's Aenema. What a friggin' awesome song. Amyway, yeah, I like this poem. Hopefully you will too...

Fire and Ice


Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.


- Robert Frost

The Apathy Coalition- Join us. Or don't. Whatever.

     Heyyyyy, what's happening? Oh my God, I haven't seen you in like, forever! Wow, that's so random how we just ran into each other! Hey, I was just on my way home after work, and I know I we haven't talked in a while, why don't we catch up? You busy right now? We could go grab a beer someplace...ok cool, let's go!

(3 hours later)

     Hehe....sorry about that- I guess I should have mentioned that I can only drink gluten-free beer, and apparently none of the 32 other bars we went to before this one had any, so yeah...I'm a dick, I know.
Anyhoo, how have you been? You look great, have you lost weight? Yeah, and the family, they're doing good? Awesome.  It's great to see you, really. I miss hanging out and talking with you- we should really get together more often...
Oh, me? I'm doing alright, I guess.Yeah, just alright, not great. Well, it's kind of funny, but I guess I've just kinda stopped giving a shit about anything lately. Nah, I'm not suicidal or anything, but I guess you could say I've been struck with a serious case of terminal apathy. I just really don't care much about anything that is going on anywhere at all. Why? Well, for one thing, I've come to the realization in the last few months that I am in all likelihood never going to procreate or even get married for that matter. And you know, the funny thing is, I've been saying that all my life anyway, but it was different when I assumed that I would have ample opportunity to do both in my life. Now, I'm 37, I've been in several long-term relationships and never once have I been anywhere close to being proposed to, I pretty much wasted all my good childbearing years dating a bunch of losers, and I don't think I'd be cut out for motherhood anyway. So that leaves me sitting here thinking, "what now"? What the hell is the point anymore?
*sighs* Yeah, I know, I know- I'm not THAT old, but I swear something happened to me when I had this epiphany. Even if I did have the chance to do those things now, I wouldn't be able to look at it in the same way. I'm like, uber-jaded or something...
     What? (takes slug off beer) It is SO a word! Yes it is! Shut up and order me another one, willya? Thanks man. You know, you're just sooo awesome to talk to. It's like, we get each other. It's sooo cool. I like you... (stares dreamily at bar coaster)
    *snaps fingers* Oh, yeah, so as I was saying, I just can't bring myself to give a shit. And it's not just about getting married and having kids, either, although I gotta say, once you realize that those two things are the things that drive probably 99% of people to do what they do in life, and then you realize that you're not one of those people, well, you kinda feel like you're playing soccer on a baseball field. It's a whole different ball game, and there are no goals. So it's just you, running around in circles and wearing yourself out. In other word- wait, what? Hahaha, you KNOW that was the best metaphor ever, don't even lie! You loved it, c'mon, you had to know that I would bust out the good cheese for you, right? 'Cuz you're my freeeiiiinndddd!!! haha.....*snort*
Ohmygod, I can't believe I just did that! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
(5 minute laughing spell)
hahaha......ahaha.....haha......ha.......(wipes tears away)......hooooooo......that was so not appropriate, I know.

(to bartender)
Hey, uh, sorry about clearing the place out like that- who knew people would have a problem with a person laughing maniacally and crying at the same time? Don't worry, I'll tip good, I promise!

(Turns back around)
So anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, you were about to get me another beerski, amirite? Yeah, that's right, that's the stuff- this shit may be gluten-free, but it sure ain't alcohol free, know what I'm sayin'? Mehehehe. (sways gently on barstool)

Yup. So I just decided that I wasn't gonna care about those things anymore, you know? But the problem is, how am I supposed to live my life if I don't know what to do? I know it probably sounds ridiculous, seeing as how most people dream of being able to live their lives with no major responsibilities other than taking care of themselves, but it's also scary as shit because you're like, winging it all the time.
     And then, this is where the apathy comes into play, because I realized that with no one else to worry about, things don't really seem to matter that much at all anymore. I mean, when you get right down to it, none of it really matters. It starts to feel like you're just biding your time until you die, and lemme tell you, that's not a thought you wanna have right before going to bed at night. Seriously, there isn't even anything worth fighting for anymore. Besides, even if you do decide to stand for something and want to fight for a cause, the world is so corrupt and politics are so totally fucked nowadays that there is usually no way you can win. It's just an exercise in futility. I mean, do people really think that their stupid Facebook status is going to raise awareness for their pet causes that will really amount to anything? No, they won't. It's just so FUCKING dumb. And not to mention the people bitching about gas- hey, you drive a car, it needs gas to run- just BUY THE FUCKING GAS and shut the fuck up, please! We can't do a single fucking thing about it, so why bother bitching? Aaarrghhh it just pisses me off... *hard sigh*

Whaat?! Sorry, I'll calm down, I just get a little worked up sometimes, even though, as I already said, there's no fucking point in it... why yes, I will have another, thanks for asking!

(pounds 2/3 of beer at once)

*aaaahhhhhh* that's what I'm talking about. Oh man, I'm sorry. I wanted to come here and catch up, not regale you with a drunken diatribe. Well, yeah, I guess you could say I'm not the best drunk. I have what they call...(leans in much too closely)....excesshhhh.....exess.....excessive soshulllubrication syndrome. That means, I get waaayyyy too chatty when I'm drunk, and I usually say very unaa...unaceptible things too. Hehehehe. I said "lubrication". Heheheh. Luuuuuuuube-rication. I love lube. The word, not the....well, actually, I do love lube. Never mind what I just said, that was dumb. (attepmts to hide huge Cheshire Cat grin)

So anyway, I don't wanna talk about me anymore, let's talk about you. Oh, come on, I told you it's not like I'm gonna go jump off a building or anything, sheesh.....honestly, I won't- you know why? Because it would be too much work, and I also don't want to make my family all sad and shit. They've had enough problems. I wouldn't do that to them. Plus, I've always had the belief that if a person wants to commit suicide, they should have to break their own neck. You know, like how in the movies the karate guy always sneaks up behind some guard or something and snaps his neck? Yeah, like that, only they'd have to do it to themselves. That way, it would automatically cut out all the sad emo dicks who threaten to kill themselves as a cry for attention. The way I look at it is, suicide is about the most cowardly thing a person can do, so why not make the act of killing one's self at least a little bit more respectable by making it something that takes some serious balls to do? Right? Come on, don't laugh- I'm being dead serious! Alright, whatever- laugh it up now, but someday you'll appreciate the simple beauty of that theory....and THEN who'll be laughing??
     No, I have no idea what that meant, but it sounded good when it was in my head.....mahahahaha. So yeah, we should totally go someplace else- this bar is boring. Whaaat? You have to go, seriously? Aww mannnnn, it wasn't something I said, was it? Are you sure? Look, I didn't mean to be a Debbie Downer, but well, you asked, so....
     No, that's ok, I appreciate it. And don't worry, I will definitely keep in touch. Like I said, I miss talking with you, and we should deeeeeeeeeefinitely do thishh again. I'm sorry for going off on a tangent, but it's just tough trying to figure out what's important when the things you thought were important aren't important anymore, you know? You know?? (tries and fails repeatedly to put arm through hole in jacket sleeve)
    Hey, it was good seeing you too- tell the family I said hi, and we'll talk again soon, ok? No, don't worry, I'm gonna walk home. Yeah, it's a little bit of a hike, but I'm sure the fresh air will do me good. It's not like I have anywhere to be anyway....ok, see ya...(waves)

(thinks to self) Oh shit, I guess I should have gotten their phone number. I could go after them, but......*sighs yet again*....what's the point?

(staggers out of bar and onto sidewalk)