Down in
Austin, Texas, Brock Lesner had just
stepped out the elevator in his crispy black and white suit. Looking fresh and
ready to go to the Arena when John approached him.
John: Yo
Brock man. You know about fixing cars?
Brock: Maybe.
Whats up?
John: Yo, my
limo broke down man. (walks him to his
limo)
As John
walked ahead of him, Brock got a glance of that fat muscle ass he's been
thirsting for since they first trained together. He looked up and noticed John noticed him and
both smiled on the way.
John:
(approaching the vehicle Usually I can fix stuff like this, no problem, but this...
Brock's mind
was blown, again, as he now dazzled at the broken down limo. Not only is it
smoking a little from the front engine, but it's also leaking auto fluid.
Brock: Oh
shit.
John:
Exactly dude. My driver called an Auto
Repair man but he said it's gonna take a minute to get here. My trainer is
almost to the arena and I got like 15 minutes `til I have to start training.
Shit man!
Brock: Look
(puts hand over his shoukder) Just ride with me man. I'm on my way now.
John:
(relieved) Thank you man (slap hands)
Brock: I'mma
have my driver pull up next to you alright?
John: Aight.
I'mma get my stuff out the trunk now.
Moments
after they left the hotel, both been silent as they gazed out the window. Both
fantasizing about each other, but don't know how to make the first move. Both
shook with their dicks growing in their pants. Brock reminiscing on the time he
caught a glimpse of John's ass once.
Randy Orton
was visiting his locker room while he got dressed for their 6-Man Tag Team
Match: John Cena, Randy Orton, and Brock Lesner vs Kane, Big Show, and Triple
H. They just left the locker room when they decided to go get John and walk to
the back of the entrance together. When
they approached John's door, they didn't knock, or yell for him, Brock just opened
the door. Luckily for them, John had music playing so he didn't hear them as he
had his back to him, oiling up his naked body. His whole bare back was to both the boys and they gazed deeply into that
perfect piece of booty. Both their dicks
grew. Brock started stroking his hard on through his trunks as Randy did the
same, but started playing with Brock's booty in his trunks. Brock stopped him
immediately.
Brock:
(whispered) Not now dude!
John, on the
other side of the limo, was fantasizing about that same situation. While greasing his sexy muscle toned body, he heard Not now dude!" in a loud
whisper. He didn't turn his head completely after hearing it to see Brock and
Randy. Didn't want to scare them away `cause he wanted this to happened and had
put on a little show for them as he oiled and stroked his cock for a few
minutes. Both their jaws dropped witnessing him do this. Brock looked back and
saw Randy stroking his fat 7inch dick beside him in the door way, fiercely and
furiously. Brock pulled out his hard, thick 6inches and started stroking real
good too. Not as fast.
John took
his oil and started rubbing it, as good as he could, down his own back. Tracing
his finger down his spine slow and sensually. When bending down and reaching
down his ass-crack, exposing his tight pink pucker, he heard silent moans from Randy Orton who
immediately busted at the site. Cumming all over the carpet over him. He leaned
on Brock for support as he continued to
cum, moaning in Brock's ear who also immediately squirted all over the carpet
behind John, Silently cumming with his eyes cloths. As both stood there, watching their breaths,
they feel another hand on their shoulders. They looked back to seeing Vince
McMahon. Both quickly threw their cocks
back into their trunks
Both:
(silently) Shit!
Vince: My
office, both of you after the match.
Both
quickly, as they turned red with embarrassment, ran to the entrance. Vince walked to the door, looking at the cum
on the floor. John looked back to seeing Vince, without a worry. Just smiling
in which Vince had returned the same as he adjusted his cock.
Vince: I'll
see you later too boy.
As Brock
glance out the window, thinking about that night, he awakes to John's hand
caressing his thigh.
John: You
alright bro?
Brock: Yeah...
(comes up with a lie) I just miss my girl.
John: Shit.
I know how you feel. I miss my wife too. Been kinda lonely.
Brock: I
bet. I miss the way she touches me.
Right when
he says that, John glances at him as he started caressing Brocks hard cock in
his pants suit.
John: Like
this?
Brock: Yeah.
Brock looks
at John as John touches him gently and affectionately and he starts to unbutton
his shirt. John gets on his knees on the seat next to him and pulls down his
shorts, revealing his thick 7.5inch brick dick. Mesmerized, Brock touches the
cock causing John to shiver from his cold hand and for both to laugh at John's
reaction. Softly, he strokes John's dick and plays with his hairy nuts, and
when so, John caressed Brocks nipples with his big, but gentle, fingers. He
soon kissed the wide and sexy bare chest of Brock who lets out a moan as John
pinched and licked them wet before undoing Brocks pants. Brock rubbed John's
back from under his shirt up and down. John kissed his abs, kissed his lower body, kissed
his muscled thighs. Brock opened his legs, inviting him in between. John yanked at his underwear and Brock's cock
popped from in them. John continued to kiss his thighs as he reached for both his
and John's cock.
Driver:
Halfway there.
Brock: (As
John's stroking his dick) Ok.
Brock
watched as John sucked his good dick. Starting with the head, licking his way
down his stem over, and over again.
Brock: Fuck
yes.
John put it
back in his mouth and started bobbing his head. Brock put his hands on John's
head and quickly picked up on his speed and thrust out of his seat. Brock was
so into it, he made John gag. Causing him to bounce right off and caught away.
When so, Brock snatched him by the arm and forced encouragement on him to
finish sucking him off. John got himself together and put it back in his mouth.
Brock:
Yeahh... You like this did don't'cha? Moan
on dick bitch. Fuck yes.
John took
the dick out his mouth and started to suck all the spit that ran off the dick
and onto Brock's hairless balls. Brock
then lifted his legs and that gave John acess to eat out of his tight boi
pussy. Once kiss and it gave Brock shivers.
Brock: (chuckles)
Shit...
John ate
like it was his last supper. Providing Brock with so much stimulation, it was
incredible. Beyond Brock's fantasies. John invaded his ass with his tongue. He
nibbled on it for a while and worked his way back up to Brock's cock. He started
smooching the head and licking the pre-nutt. When placed in his mouth again,
Brock got into position and face fucked him furiously. Not caring how hard his
balls was slapping against John's chin.
Brock:
AHHHHH!!! AHHHH FUCK!! UHHHH!!!! I'mma
cum!
Brock thrust
`til his knees gave out and came all in John's mouth. First shot squirted all
the way to the back John's throat and kept hitting that same spot until he was
almost completely drained. Brock's eyes rolled and he fell out on the seat. Tired and John continued to suck until he knew
he was finished.
Then John hopped
back onto his seat and started stroking his dick. When Brock finally came back
to life, he started fondling John's and balls and then John's pucker. John
started stroking his shit faster and faster. Brock lifted John's shirt and
started licking his nipples too . Then he stopped, made John spread his legs
wide and started eating out his candy too. Once Brock started, John felt like
he slipped into another dimension. Brock
stopped sucking his ass and got hold of John's dick. Stroking it until a river
came out that shit.
John: (in a
high tone and breathlessly) Uhhh!! Uhh!!
John shot
globs of nutt all over his abs and onto Brock's hands. The next few landed in
Brock's mouth who engulfed his dick and sucked it until the last drop. John was
completely spent.
Brock: I
love your dick. (smiles)
John:
(smiles and chuckles) I love yours too.
Brock worked
his mouth up for a nice little kiss. When both of them stopped smooching, they
smiled. Then Brock looked out the tented window to realize their at the
stadium. Immediately, both got dressed.
John: I
never knew you were such the ass eater man.
Brock:
(hands him a hotel key) You should come on up after the show and I can really
show you what this monster can do.
John: Why we
never did this during training?
Brock: We
doing it now aren't we?
Brock then
laid another on John's lips before re-buttoning his shirt. John was all set.
John: I'll
see you. (kisses Brock)
Brock:
Alright. (kisses back)
John hopped
out the limo, grabbed his bags, and jogged to his locker room. Brock got
himself dressed, but wondered where his driver was at. He worked his way to the
Driver's window. It was open and he saw his Driver knocked the fuck out. His
pants was low, his uncut cock was out, and he had cum all over his exposed
hairy chest.
Brock: Wake
up! (Driver wakes up; Brock laughs) We gotta go.
Brock then
reach over the Driver, swiped a few fingers full of cum and ate it before
getting out the limo to meet up with his Manager, Paul Haymen. Licking his
fingers clean.
The End!!!
