Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2003 17:54:13 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: Tony the Wrestler Part 2

	I caressed him, gradually working my way down his back. I played
with the triangle of downy fur training down to the cleft of his ass. I
spread my hands across the muscle-packed slabs of his butt.  He spread his
legs as I inched down the hairy crack. My fingers danced around his
tightened asshole to the sensitive ridge below his balls. His breathing
became deeper and he held me tighter as I massaged him.

	I pushed him back onto the bed, on his belly. I sat between his
legs admiring the view of him spread in front of me as he slowly humped the
bed. I palmed my horny cock shaft nearly shooting a load staring at the
thick, tree-trunk thighs, his gorgeous butt, plump balls full of cum.

	He clenched his ass as I rubbed the fuzzy muscled mounds. I ran a
finger down between them, gradually back and forth from the top of the deep
cleft down to his nuts. He ground his cock into the bedding, I inhaled the
scent of his sweat, his heat. He reared back ready to pummel back into the
bed but I hooked my arms under his thighs pulling him to me. My tongue
skimmed down the crack, grazed his asshole. I licked around the tight
pucker, tasting his musky, salty skin. He flinched, then sighed as my
tongue touched the opening itself, flicked rapidly across the wrinkled
opening.

	He spread his legs and pushed his ass back to me. With one hand I
jacked his dick, with the other kneaded his balls. I plunged in and locked
my lips on the hole and probed as deeply as my tongue could reach. His
sighs turned to whimpers, and he pushed his ass out a little further. His
cock was slick, oozing steadily. I rubbed the fluid over the head of his
throbbing manhood. I rimmed Tony more aggressively, pushing my face deeper
into his crack. I loved the feel of the big firm muscles covered with soft
skin and thick hair moving and flexing against my face as he clenched and
unclenched his hole.

	My own hole was twitching for attention. I spit into my hand,
already slick from his dripping pre- cum slid down between my legs. I first
worked the tip of a finger into my ass, then two. By the time I had the
third finger up to the knuckles I sensed Tony was getting close, too close
to shooting his wad.  Not wanting me to stop the hot rim job, I managed to
convey to him I wanted him to roll over. I crawled up his prone form,
licking his drooling cock-knob, lapping his sweaty skin. I nipped his left
nipple and as his erection bounced it scraped my crack. I pushed backed and
trapped the helmeted crown tightly in my clenched ass-lips.

	I forced him to lie still as I eased myself down onto his thick
rod, inch by inch. Finally, I had his 8½ hot, hard inches buried up my
chute. It took more than a few minutes to adjust to the size of his
fuck-pole but I gently rose clutching his meat tightly with my
sphincter. He held my hips and I let him continue to guide me up and down
as I rode his cock. Eventually, he rolled me onto my back and began to plow
into me. We were both soaked in sweat as he pounded again and again, slowly
at first then more rapidly. I cupped the bottom of his ass, drawing him
further into me. My prick, hard and ready crushed continually into his abs
as he fucked. My nuts burned, my load building, I couldn't stop it.

	I started to cream without touching my dick. I felt the first wet
splash hit my left shoulder, then cum flying all over as balls emptied and
my cock belched an endless torrent. I squeezed my ass muscles as hard as I
could just as I felt Tony's shaft grow impossibly huge and he buried
himself to the root. With a bellow he came. And came and came. He kept
pumping as he filled me with his jizzum. I felt it trickling, hot and
creamy thick, between my legs. He collapsed on top of me as my tight hole
milked the last of his load. We fell asleep curled together, his cock still
inside me.

	He was still sleeping when I left for work the next morning. It
turned out to be a rough day because I couldn't stop thinking about the
night before mainly because I was sore as hell. I had trouble walking until
mid-afternoon. Then Tony called to tell me the contract he and Terrance had
been hoping for finally came through. While that was great news the
downside was they had to go on a two week tour, leaving that day. I was
disappointed but understood.

	It was a few days before he called, late Saturday night.

	"How are the shows going?" I asked.

	"Good, " He responded. "We've started to build up a bigger fan
base. Lots of folks are coming to see us."

	"That's great, more money coming in. You sound tired" It was more a
question than a statement.

	"I am." He replied. "And horny."

	"Why don't you do something about it?"

	"I tried. Some guys been following the shows, he was real excited
that he was staying in the same motel as the Titanic Twosome. He corned me
and Terry in the spa, wanted to blow both of us."

	"And?" I asked.

	"Terry said no, Sammy was waiting for him back in the room. The guy
started feeling me up and I got a grade a boner but when I tried to shove
it down his throat he kept gagging. Couldn't take but half. So here I am,
back in my room with a hard-on and no one to take care of it. What are you
wearing?" He whispered into the phone.

	The question took me by surprise. "T-shirt `n jockeys." I
replied. "And you?"

	"Jockstrap. You hard?"

	"Am now." My voice was shaking.

	"Oh man, my dick head's leaking like crazy. Wish you were here to
suck my cock, it don't choke you. I like the way you lick the knob, tasting
all that hot juice, swirling your tongue around and around until you slide
those lips down my hot shaft. Oh yeah, I can feel you swallowing my hard
cock all the way down."

	"I can taste it." My voice was shaking. I had slipped off my short
and was palming my erection.  "Tastes to good, so hard, so fucking hot. Now
I've got my hand wrapped around those big furry goose eggs, squeezing `em
good while I slurp your fat cock."

	"Oh, baby, you're gonna make me cum soon. Get down there, I want to
feel your tongue on my hole. C'mon, lick my butt-hole. Yeah, making me feel
fucking hot." He was crooning into the phone.  "Come on, let me feel that
long tongue slurping around my ass, oh yeah."

	"Shit, Tony, I don't know if I can last." I was pounding my
cock. "I haven't jacked off since you left, I don't know if I can take much
more."

	"Cum, with me, yeah, fucking gonna shoot." He having problems
getting the words out.  "Here^Åit^Å.cummmmmmms"

	I dropped the phone on the pillow, but I could still here his
moaning as my cock erupted. I was shooing spunk all over the place.

	"Hey, Tom, you still there? " The voice from the phone was faint.

	"Yeah Tony, I'm here. That was great thanks."

	"No shit, dude. Listen, we're going to be in Phoenix next weekend,
why don't you fly up. I can pick you up after the show Friday night, we'll
have all day Saturday and Sunday. What do you say?

	"I don't know, let me see if I can work it out." I was suddenly too
sleepy to even talk. "Call me next week and I'll let you know." I hung up
the phone and fell into a dreamless sleep.

	I thought about the trip to see Tony all weekend. I was torn
between wanting him physically and but not getting involved emotionally. I
didn't know what headspace he was in and I'd been burned into one too many
relationships.

	On Monday I was resolved not to make the trip. I even called an old
fuck buddy of mine to come over for some fun. There was a package from Tony
in the mail when I got home, a video with a note from him that it was a
tape of their last two shows and that I should watch the entire tape, then
I could open the second package that was included. I told Brady about Tony
over dinner that night. I gave him every reason why I shouldn't go see Tony
that weekend but the more I talked the more ridiculous I sounded. Sex was
sex, had to keep the emotions out of it. I wasn't even sure where Tony's
head was, I was probably the first guy he sucked off.

	"So," Brady asked. "what's so special about this guy?

	"Let's watch the video," I told him. "you'll see."

	We settled down on the sofa and started watching the tape. I have
to admit wrestling, well wrestling like that doesn't exactly excite
me. Except Tony. He and Terry came out and the crowd screamed.

	"That's him." I told Brady. "The hairy one."

	"If you don't want him Tom, I'll take him off your hands." Brady
was drooling.

	I couldn't take my eyes off of Tony. He was oiled down, the hair on
his chest slick and shiny.  He jumped onto the stage, stood on the rope and
threw himself on top of his opponent, legs spread around the guy. I threw a
hard-on, I couldn't stop thinking about his ass and how the smell, the
taste of his hairy hole had inflamed me. Brady was openly rubbing his
crotch as he watched.

	"Is he hung?" Brady asked.

	I just smiled. In seconds, we were both naked and rolling around
the floor in a mock-wrestling match, spending more time grabbing each
other's crotch. We were too involved in playing and sucking each other's
cocks to watch the tape until the sound suddenly changed, no more crowds,
no more cheering, just moaning. We both looked up at the TV at the same
time to see Tony on the motel bed stroking his obviously hard cock under
his jockstrap. I vaulted for the remote. So that's what he meant about
watching the entire tape.

	"Oh no you don't." Brady intercepted me.

	I stood watching the tape. Tony's hand slipping under the jock,
stroking his fat cock. I was riveted to the screen as I watched him pick up
the phone, dialing.

	"Turn off the sound." I told Brady roughly.

	"Why?" He asked. "Who's he calling?"

	I could barely get the word out of my mouth. "Me."

	Shit, I was pissed at Tony for not telling me he taped himself,
pissed at myself that Brady was there. But I couldn't' stop watching,
listening to the conversation we had, seeing him jack off as I'd only
imagined. It was so fast, we were both too horny. My cock throbbed as I
watched him fisting his meat, hand a blur until he started to cream,
holding the jockstrap to his bloated knob, a heavy pool of cream shooting
into the pouch. Brady started to rewind the tape just as Tony milked the
last of his load from his fat rod. I couldn't keep my hand off my
dick. Then the phone rang.

	"Hey guy," Tony said cheerfully. "So you coming?"

	"Close." I said before I realized what he meant. Just then Brady
groaned, loudly, announcing his impending orgasm.

	"Shit Tom, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were busy."

	"Tony, no I'm not busy. He's an old friend. Why didn't you tell me
what was on the tape?

	"Look, I can call you another time." Tony sounded upset.

	"No," I reassured him. "Brady is an old friend. We were watching
the tape you sent, I didn't know what was on the end. I wouldn't have^Å"

	"Have you thought about Phoenix? "He interrupted.

	"I'm horny," I couldn't' stop myself. "My cock's so hard, I need to
cum."

	"Save it. For me." And he hung up.

	When I went back into the living room, Brady had already shot his
wad. He was playing with his half-hard prick watching the tape of Tony jack
off again. I wasn't interested in screwing around any more. Remembering
there was a second package, I opened it. Tony's jockstrap with a stain in
the pouch where he shot off.

	It was a long week, but Friday finally arrived. I left work early
because I had an early flight. I was planning to fly in before his show not
after. The arena was bigger than I expected and filled to capacity. I
managed to get a seat in the fifth row, close to the action. I sat
transfixed for the first 45 minutes as those big burly guys threw each
other around. Then crowd howled as the Titanic Twosome was introduced. Like
the tape he'd sent, Tony and Terry made a spectacular entrance and their
fans screamed and yelled in support.

	Tony was spectacular, his moves graceful and fluid considering his
size, he and Terry the perfect team. They were soundly defeating the other
team as they both got on the ropes ready to pounce each onto the other's
opponent when Tony saw me. The both flew and Tony landed on the mat,
shoulder first. The crowd gasped. People were running toward him as he
groaned and rolled in pain. As he was helped off, he said whispered
something to one of the attendants and nodded toward me.

	"Come on," The guy said coming up to me.

	I followed, numbly, wending down through the bowels of the
arena. He guided me through the locker room to a small room where Tony lay
on a table, someone roughly rubbing his shoulder. Terry was there, back to
me, alternately yelling at Tony for being a stupid shit then concerned
about his health. Tony looked up at me as I stood there sheepishly
mouthing, "I'm sorry."

	His smile said too much, Terry turned and looked at me. He didn't
say anything as the two of them left, closing the door behind them.

	"Glad you could make it. "Tony was still smiling at me as he got
up. "I need a shower." He lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit. The black
hair glistened with sweat.

	I moved to him, holding his arm up and fastening my mouth in the
hollow of his arm, savoring the salty-sweet taste.

	"Why?" I asked. "You're only going to get sweaty again."

	He smirked. I fastened my mouth on his right tit, biting the stiff
peak.

	"Un-huh. I need to go towel off." He said roughly leaving me
wanting more.

	I waited impatiently. He finally showed up with Terry in tow.

	"I'll call you in the morning." He said turning, dismissing
Terry. "You have a car?" He asked me.

	I nodded toward the parking lot and we starting walking.