Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 06:56:49 -0600
From: nickwhatever@juno.com
Subject: Golden Balls Chapter 5

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fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no
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Part Five

	John Cena had a terrible match.  He couldn't believe that he'd lost
his concentration in the ring because he wondered what Shawn Michaels ass
looked like!  Fuck!  His adrenaline was still high.  He absently
scratched his ass as he reached into his locker for the towel on the
hook.  His ass was fucked out.  But Cena was still horned out.  Well,
he'd bottomed out enough, he decided.  It was high time he did the
fucking.  The question was, just who was going to bottom out?  Cena bent
and shucked his shiny wrestling trunks.  His boner swung free and he
looked around the locker room absently.  Matt Striker and Jamie Noble
were the only other wrestlers in the dank room.  Cena checked out both of
their bods as they slipped out of their own tights and grabbed a towel.
It looked as if they were going to follow suite to the showers.  Well,
Cena thought, at least he could look at the two hotties as they showered.
	Matt Striker looked over at Cena and grinned.  "Dude, better luck next
time."
	Jamie Noble followed Striker's gaze and shook his head in sympathy.
"Yeah dude.  Hope you fair better the next match."
	"Don't worry bros'," Cena smiled confidently, "next time I'll knock him
on his ass."
	"Yeah," Striker chuckled.
	Noble grinned.  "Looks like we all could use a cooling down in the
showers."  Noble padded over to Striker, towel, now wrapped around his
waist.
	"No shit!" Striker wiped the perspiration from his brow.
	Cena nodded and wrapped his towel around his waist.  He took a quick
glance at the two other men before sauntering toward the showers.  Noble
and Striker followed him, but Striker draped his towel over his shoulder,
walking confidently, his 9 inch cock semi-hard swinging between his thick
muscular thighs.
	Cena stopped abruptly at the entry to the showers.  Steam billowed from
the open doorway and voices emanated from within.  Noble and Striker
stopped at Cena's side curiously.  The sound of the showers' streams
muffled the voices from inside a bit.  Cena looked into the showers.  His
fellow wrestlers did as well.  Inside the showers, the members of the
Spirit Squad were soaping up their hard twink bodies.  The four youths
were laughing playfully unaware of the three older men gazing at them
from the entryway.
	Cena looked at their round perky asses and his boner sprung fully
beneath his towel.  He wondered if Noble and Striker were as turned on as
he was.
	Noble didn't normally fuck around with dudes but he was willing to make
the exception with these five young hotties.  He reached low and
rearranged his rising cock.
	Striker was a horn dog and fucked anything that moved.  He chuckled.
"Well, if it isn't the faggot squad!"
	Cena and Noble snickered while the Squad members stilled and looked to
the men in surprise.
	"What's up pussy fag bois?" Striker sneered.
	The five youths eyed the three older men strangely and then they turned
to one another and grinned with a wink.
	"We know what you think of us," Nicky spoke up.
	"And we don't care," Mitch finished.
	"But....." Mikey turned a bit so that his bubble butt was completely
exposed to Cena's, Noble's, and Striker's view.  The rest of the squad
followed suite.
	"We know what you want," Kenny added as he reached back and ran the bar
of soap in his hands along the crack of his ass.  Mitch and Mikey almost
giggled like girls as they did the same motion.
	"Well," Nicky offered up, reaching around and spreading his cheeks a
bit.
	Striker walked into the shower followed by Cena and Noble.  Cena walked
to Mitch, Noble to Mikey, and Striker to Nicky.  Nicky, Mikey and Mitch
leaned against the shower wall and pushed their butts back.
	"Hey," Kenny whined, "what about me?"
	"You?" Noble queried.
	"You can lick our asses while we fuck you faggy friends raw," Cena
growled.
	"Yeah," Striker agreed stroking his hard pulsing cock, "and then it's
your turn."

	David Beckham was seated upon a leather couch bare ass naked with his
legs lifted exposing his butt ring.  Harry Kewel stood over him, leaning
into the couch, hard cock poised in hand, ready to fuck the hell out of
Becks.  Becks looked up at Kewel and at that moment had the expression of
an eager bottom.
	"Tell me what you want Becks," Kewel teased rubbing his apple shaped
cock head along Becks crack.  "Come on mate," he chided with a lop sided
grin.  "I want to hear you say it."
	Becks nodded confidently, "I want you to fuck my arse.  I want to feel
that shaft," he glanced briefly at Kewel's hard rigid cock, "rip open my
quim."
	"Yeah," Kewel nudged his cock head between the muscular glutes and
touched his piss slit against the quim.  Kewel's leaking pre-cum made it
almost a wet kiss.
	"Yeah," Beckham eager, "fuck me like a bitch.  I want to know what
Sheree feels every night."  Becks pressed his feet against Kewel's broad
powerful shoulders.  "Come on mate, give it to me."
	Kewel nodded and roughly shifted his hips back.  He gripped the base of
his cock steadily and shoved forward.
	Becks contorted his face and grunted, "ughhhhhh."
	Kewel ground his shaft all the way down Becks chute and held it their a
second.  Becks worked his butt muscles and squeezed and twisted against
the thick shaft.
	"Ooooo," Kewel hissed, "you're so tight mate."
	"Get to fuckin'" Becks urged.
	Kewel rocked back, his cock slipping a bit from Becks stretched quim,
and shoved forward.  Becks grunted again.  Kewel repeated the action,
again and again.  His hips rocked and seesawed against Becks butt cheeks.
 Becks pushed his butt hard against Kewel's pelvis with each stroke.
Kewel's balls swung like pendulums clocking Becks hard glutes in an even
rhythm.  Kewel pumped harder and faster.
	Becks panted and reached forward to grip Kewel's hard thick thighs as
they jack hammered against his bum.  Becks shook with each thrust and his
head squished into the soft leather back of the couch.  Becks rubbed his
feet a bit lower across Kewel's hard defined pecks, his toes tickling the
hard erect nubs.
	Kewel gripped one of Becks ankles and brought his foot to his mouth.
He
licked between the toes and sucked each toe while her pumped harder into
Becks warm chute.  His pulsing shaft was clenched tighter with each heavy
stroke and Kewel appreciated that Becks used his skill off of the field
as well as on.  He sucked in all of Becks toes in his mouth and they
squirmed against his hot tongue.
	Becks' hard cock swung each time Kewel thrust deeper.  He could feel
every vein and ridge of his mates thick shaft against his slick pink
walls.  He wiggled his arse and twisted harder, trying to suck the shaft
deeper.
	"Work that arse, Becks," Kewel murmured as he released Becks spittle
coated toes from his lips.  Kewel struck harder and the couch rattled and
slid a bit.
	"You work it too mate," Becks panted pushing harder against Kewel's
flat
pelvis.
	"Mmmm," Kewel murmured spreading Becks legs a bit further, reaching
deeper in his mates molten arse.  "You know how to really work that arse
mate," he puffed.  Perspiration coated Kewel's body as he used every
muscle to jack hammer Becks.  He looked down and watched his shaft as it
was sucked up Becks' chute.  "Look at that pretty little quim kiss my
shaft."
	"Breed me mate," Becks panted, perspiration running down his forehead
as
well as the slopes of his arse.
	"I'm gonna fill you Becks," Kewel huffed between thrusts, "I'm going to
fill your gullet right up!"  Kewel's balls were tingling.  Perspiration
was running down his broad v-shaped back and down his clenching glutes.
	Becks back was slick with perspiration and squeaked as he jerked
against
the cushion while Kewel pummelled his arse.  His balls were pulsing and
the thick vein along his hard shaft was pronounced as well.  His cock was
leaking pre-cum and it dripped down along his shaft and splattered
against Kewel's cut abs with each thrust.
	"Ready.....for....it.....mate," Kewel chanted as his body began to
tense
and his balls pulsed.
	Becks nodded, "feed it to me mate!"
	Kewel rocked forward on his toes.  His legs tensed, his butt cheeks
dimpled.  His balls were churning.  "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Kewel
threw his head back with a growl.  Perspiration rained from his forehead.
 His groin muscles pushed the cum from his shaft.  It over washed Becks
tight clinging hole with full force.
	Becks shivered as his mate's spoog flooded his chute.  His prostate was
pulsing and the rough wash of Kewel's seed tipped the scale.  Becks
contorted his face and wince.  His cock jerked.
"Shittttttttttttttttttt," Becks balls tightened as his cock head expanded
and his piss slit erupted ropes of cum like a volcano.  They splattered
against Kewel's stomach and abs.
	Kewel winced when his balls spit the last drops from his shaft.  He was
breathing deeply and rapidly.  He puffed out a big gust of air before his
breathing returned to normal.  He smiled as he noted the last drops of
Becks' cum run down his shaft.  He chuckled and smeared the spoog across
his stomach and chest.
	"Not bad mate," Kewel chided.
	"Not bad yourself," Becks panted.
	"Wish we had more time," Kewel admitted.
	Becks shrugged, "you'll get my arse again," he winked.  ""I promise."

	Some ten minutes late Victoria and Sheree finally joined their husbands
in the game room.  The men were dressed and leaning against the bar
watching a game.  They walked to the sides of their respective husbands
and lightly wrapped their arms around them.  Gazing at the large screen
TV, they had no idea what only happened moments before, but the leather
couch damp with Becks perspiration was a sign.  Another good sign was
when Kewel moved his hand and gently massaged his mates' well fucked
arse.

Florida;

	Troy Aikman was sprawled back on the hotel suite couch, his massive
muscular legs spread wide.  A blonde head was bobbing up and down between
the NFL stars legs.  Aikman gripped Haritan's head and roughly pulled him
all the way down his shaft.  Haritan gulped and snorted but his lips
remained tight around the thick hot shaft.  His cheeks billowed in as he
sucked harder.  A string of spittle ran from between his lips and the
pulsing shaft down his chin and hung like a web over the floor.
	"That's it boi," Aikman encouraged bucking his hips, fucking Haritan's
full mouth.  His cock head pressed against the back of Haritan's throat.
The college athlete did not choke or gag.  He merely sucked harder.  The
slurping noise filled the room.
	Aikman abruptly stood and pushed Haritan from his shaft.
	"Hey," Haritan cried in disappointment.
	"Lie back on the floor," Aikman instructed.
	Haritan followed the instructions and looked up at Aikman as he stood
over his head and neck.  Slowly her lowered his cock toward Haritan's
mouth while he bent forward and zeroed in on Haritan's cock.  Haritan
resumed sucking on the shaft while Aikman stretched his mouth around
Haritan's hard shaft and took it down to the hilt.  Haritan squirmed as
Aikman's snaked his tongue around the shaft held tightly between his
lips.  He sucked hard while reaching beneath Haritan and gripping his
hard muscular glutes with his hands.  Aikman rubbed his nose against
Haritan's pubes and smelled fresh college jock.  He lifted Haritan by the
glutes and began to face fuck his own mouth, easily manipulating the
muscular jock's lower extremities with his own hard thick bulging biceps.

	Haritan took privilege and began kneading Aikman's hard glutes.  He
brushed a hand along Aikman's crack and was encouraged when Aikman
wiggled his butt.  Spittle was running from his lips as he continued to
suck Aikman's pulsing shaft.  Haritan worked his hand between Aikman's
crack and massaged his pink pucker.  Aikman wiggled his butt more.   In
response Haritan pushed a finger through the ring.  It was clenched and
sucked by Aikman's tight chute.  Haritan burrowed his finger deeper.
Aikman bucked his hips back and moaned around Haritan's cock.
	Aikman let the cock plop from his mouth and hiked Haritan's butt a bit
higher.  He pressed against the hard smooth globes and snaked his tongue
along the crack.  Haritan wiggled his butt when Aikman's tongue tip
touched his pulsing ring.  He pushed his tongue between the muscle and
snaked it along the pink hot inner skin.  He lapped deeper, turning his
head from side to side to burrow further.  His nose pressed into the
flesh just below the stretched lips and he inhaled Haritan's fresh musky
scent.  He lapped harder and withdrew his tongue a bit and began fucking
Haritan's butt with his hot tongue.  Haritan clenched his chute muscles
around the slithering tongue.  Aikman lapped and burrowed tasting the
pink flesh with each stroke.
	Haritan wiggled his butt and withdrew his finger to burrow two fingers
deep in Aikman's clenching hole.  He stretched the hole, rubbing deeper.
He was soon finger fucking the humpy NFL star.  Aikman made no complaints
as he squeezed and sucked against the fingers with his rectum muscles,
encouraging them to probe deeper.  Haritan felt Aikman's pulsing
prostrate with the crook of his finger.  He rubbed his finger along the
quivering nub.  Aikman shivered in response.  A drop of pre-cum drooled
from his bulbous cock head.
	"Enough," Aikman growled.  He crawled up off of Haritan and
effortlessly
lifted the college jock, resting him down upon the coffee table on his
flat stomach.  Aikman pulled him along the length until his legs were off
of the table.  Haritan kneeled upon the rug and pressed his torso down
upon the glossed wood tabletop.  His bubble butt was poised for Aikman's
throbbing cock.  Aikman sneered in pleasure at the creamy globes.  He
stepped closer and sank to his own knees.  He pulled Haritan's legs
apart, the youth's knees possibly getting rug burns, exposing the kid's
twitching quim.  It was pink and puckered.  Aikman spit in the palm of
his hand and slicked up the ring with the nub of his fingers and massaged
the muscle.  Haritan wiggled his butt.
	"Yeah," Aikman hissed, "you want it bad, don't you boy?"
	"Are you going to fuck me or what?"  Haritan whined impatiently.
	Aikman chuckled.  "Fuck you?"  He spit again on his hand and slicked up
his thick shaft.  "I'm going to rip you open."
	"Well," Haritan pressed, wiggling his butt.
	Aikman chuckled again.  "Pushy little bottom," he gripped the base of
his cock, "time to put you in your," and thrust forward, "place
boyyyyyyyy."  Aikman buried his entire shaft in the boy's quivering
molten core.
	Haritan bit his lower lip and gripped the coffee table.  He sighed and
pushed back as the cock impaled his quim.  He groaned.  "Feels," he
panted as Aikman ground his hips roughly against his creamy globes,
"good."
	"Think you can take it," Aikman, bucked a bit and his cock head nudged
deeper.
	"I think," Haritan panted, "you need to shut the fuck up and fuck me
raw
dude!"
	Aikman gripped Haritan roughly by the hips.  The sassy little bottom
was
going to be whimpering when he was through with him.  He rocked back on
his knees and thrust forward rocking the table.  Haritan grunted while
Aikman rocked back again and thrust harder.  His thighs banged against
the table.  Haritan gasped.  Aikman rocked harder and faster.  He
reached a pretty steady rhythm.  His cock snaked deep, gripped tightly by
the quivering chute.  He increased the tempo and Haritan gasped louder.
The boy pushed back meeting Aikman's thrusts.  Aikman pummelled the boy's
ass.  His cock pulsing and rubbing against the hot slick pink walls.
	"Fuck meeeeee," Haritan gritted between clenched teeth.  The table
rocked beneath him and his thighs rubbed roughly against the edge of the
table.  Aikman was throwing a hard fuck but Haritan was keeping up.
	Aikman thrust harder; deeper, grinding his pelvis against the now
flushed butt cheeks.  "So fuckin' tight," he dug his finger tips into
Haritan's flesh.  "Knew it," Aikman panted.
	"Mmmmm," Haritan murmured with a shiver of pleasure.
	  "Yeah......pussy.......boi," Aikman grunted, his balls loudly
slapping
against Haritan's nut sack.
"This.....is......the....position......you're......meant," Aikman swung
his head back, drops of perspiration flying across the suite,
"to......playyyyyyyyy."  Aikman's chest expanded with each heavy in take
of breath.  "Tighttttttt endddddddddddd."
	"Ughhhhh........mnmphhhh.........Omnphhhhh," Haritan gasped and grunted
rocking atop the shaking table.  His knees were getting rug burns but he
didn't care.  He worked and twitched his rectum and butt cheeks, each
forward thrust of thick cock stuffing him to the hilt.  He gritted his
teeth as Aikman thrust harder and deeper.
	"Fuck yeahhhhhh," Aikman growled.  His fingers dug deeper within the
flesh of the college stud's hips.  "Work that ass boi!"  Aikman's thick
cock pulsed hotly.
	Haritan was breathing deeply.  His hard cock hung between his knees
drooling pre-cum.  His nipples were hard as the rubbed against the
surface of the table.  His stomach fluttered with excitement and passion.
	"Uh hunh," Aikman could feel his balls churning.  The slick chute clung
to his throbbing shaft.  The slick walls sending shocks up to his groin.
He was getting close.  He sneered and rocked his hips harder and faster.
"Gonna fill you up!"
	Haritan's balls were boiling.  He wanted to touch his own cock but held
fast to the table.   A string of precum stretched from his piss slit to
the carpeting.  He winced and his balls tightened.  His cock spasmed and
jerked.  "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Haritan groaned, his legs tense, a
shiver running up his spine.  His cock head expanded and thick ropes of
cum volleyed from his piss slit.
	"Shoot.....it......boi," Aikman grunted.  "Shoot.......itttttt!"
	"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh," Haritan gritted his teeth as his balls forced the
flow
of cum from his cock.  It spurted down upon the rug.  Long copious
strings splattered the shag, matting it.
	"Get ready," Aikman hissed.  His balls tightened, his cock expanded
against the wet warm chute walls.
"Here.....it...........comesssssssssssssssssssssssssss," cum sped from
his cock flooding Haritan's hole.  "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Aikman
growled, his cock jerking as he pumped his load into Haritan.  Haritan
squeezed his rectum walls and clung to the exploding cock.  Aikman held
Haritan close, his trimmed pubes scratching Haritan's flushed cheeks.
Haritan worked his butt, twisting and constricting.  "Milk
ittttttttttttt," Aikman wailed as the cum spilled forth endlessly.  The
heavy load seeped and drizzled from Haritan's stuffed hole and coated
Haritan's bubble butt cheeks.
	Haritan released hold of the table and relaxed as his cock spit the
last
drops of cum.  Aikman expelled a hot breath and threw back his head when
his balls churned the last spurts from his cock.  Catching his breath, he
leered down upon Haritan's exhausted form.  "I'm gonna enjoy showing you
the ropes."
	Haritan chuckled between heavy breaths.  "I'm ready for any play you
give me!"


	Steam fogged the showers, the sprays of water from the shower heads
forgotten by the men exerting with grunts and groans.  Three of the
Spirit Squad members were pressed against the tiled walls, bubble butts
arched back.  Large masculine hands gripped those creamy globes roughly
as thick hard cocks slid in and out of the Squad's quivering chutes.
John Cena, Jamie Noble and Matt Striker thrust savagely, fucking Mitch,
Mikey and Nick raw.  Heavy low hanging balls slapped bubble butts with
each deep thrust.  The men's cocks pulsed in the slick wet pussy holes.
The Squad worked and gyrated around the thick cocks ripping them open.
	"Fuck yeahhhhh," Striker spat, slamming deeper within Nick.
	"So tighttttttttt," Cena gritted, his thighs rocking against Mitch's.
	"Take itttttttttt," Jamie Noble growled, his fingers digging deeper
into
the flesh at Mikey's hips.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Kenny was on his knees, face buried between the hard
musky cheeks of Striker's perfect ass.  His tongue worked deeply, rasping
Striker's hot smooth walls.  He slurped loudly, his lips suction upon
Striker's stretched ring.
	Striker's, Cena's and Nobles glutes dimpled with each forward motion.
The men pumped harder and faster, their powerful chests expanding with
each intake of breath.  Mitch, Mikey and Nick pressed harder against the
tiles for support.  Their backs curved, bubble butts flushed and
proffered through the fuck.
	Kenny slithered his tongue from Striker's sphincter and scooter across
the slick floor to John Cena.  He looked at the man's heavy low hanging
balls as they rocked with Cena's hips.  He reached out and took them in
his hand and rolled them gently.  He dipped his head and sucked one nut
with his mouth and squished it, bathing it with his tongue.  Spittle
slipped from his lips and ran down his chin.  Cena continued to pummel
Mitch's stretched ring.  Kenny sucked in the second nut and rolled both
around with in his mouth.  More strings of spittle dripped from his lips.
 He sucked the balls while moving his hands up to squeeze and knead
Cena's hard dimpling glutes.
	"Hotttt assssssssss," Cena panted as the force of his thrusts shook
Mitch's lithe frame.
	"Damn straightttttttt," Striker threw his hand back panting just as
hard
as Cena while he worked Nick's tight ass.
	Noble snickered, "not so straighttttttttttttt."  He lifted one hand and
roughly slapped Mikey's butt cheek.
	Mikey Mitch and Nick squirmed and whimpered in ecstasy.  Kenny dropped
Cena's nuts from his mouth and slid to Noble.  He watched the man's thick
cock slip in and out of Mikey's stretched ring.  The cock glistened with
each visible back thrust.  Mikey's ass lips were flushed but tight around
the veiny shaft.  Kenny thrust his tongue out and licked Noble's cock as
it slid in and out of his friends musky chute.  He moved his tongue to
Mikey's butt ring and slurped against, soon going back and forth between
cock and pucker.
	"Gonna breed you faggot asssss,"  Striker sneered as his balls churned.
	"Fill you upppppppppppp," Cena hissed, his muscles tensing.
	"Give you what you wantttttttttt," Noble hoarsely uttered feeling the
explosion draw near.
	"Ahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk," Cena hissed.  His cock jerked and balls
pinched.  "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Cena howled, his cock
erupting hot streams of cum deep with Mitch's convulsing quim.
	"Feed it to him bro'," Striker encouraged.  He suddenly roughly slapped
Nick's butt cheek.  "Ready for it?"  Nick silently nodded and pushed back
hard.  "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Striker growled his cock
jerking, balls tingling with the load of spoog elected from his piss
slit.
	"Shoot it dude," Noble chanted, "feed that ass."  Noble's thighs
tightened, a shiver ran up his spine.  "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his
balls twisted and his cock head expanded as ropes of heavy cum rocketed
up his shaft to spurt and flood Mikey's rectum.  Mike convulsed harder
around the pulsing shaft.  "Milk itttttttttt," Noble wailed.
	Mitch's, Nick's and Mikey's own cock jerked and soon three cock heads
were spitting and splattering hot strings of cum all over the walls.
	"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Striker encouraged as he shivered from the
last
drops would from his spent cock.
	Cena reached around and clasped Mitch's spasming shaft and helped pump
Mitch's spoog free.
	Noble snickered as Mikey whimpered over the force of his spurting cock.
He reached for Kenny and yanked the younger man by the hair, urging him
closer.  "Clean it," he grunted as his balls forced the last drops from
his raw cock.
	Kenny moved between Nobles thighs and licked the rivulets of cum from
Mikey's plugged ass lips.  He slurped loudly and licked the pulsing ring.
 He briefly moved his head a bit and licked Noble's balls clean before
returning to Mikey and licking the strings of spoog from his ass.
Without hesitation he moved on to Cena and Mitch, and would do the same
with Striker and Nick before he was done.

to be continued.....