Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2008 22:59:14 -0500
From: Marie Sanders <slinkylubber@gmail.com>
Subject: John and Randy part 3

*******THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I DO NOT CLAIM TO KNOW JOHN CENA OR RANDY
ORTON AND THIS STORY IS IN NO WAY A REFLECTION OF THEIR PERSONAL
LIVES. THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A M/M RELATIONSHIP, SO IF THIS SORT OF THING
TURNS YOUR STOMACH, WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON NIFTY.ORG? BUT
REALLY, IF M/M RELATIONSHIPS AREN'T YOUR THING, TURN AWAY NOW********

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Sorry the last chapter was so short. I have been really busy lately and
haven't had much time to write anything other than fifteen page papers for
my lit class. But on the positive note, more chapters are to come in this
story, so do not fret. To all of my loyal readers: thank you. Your support
and suggestions are always welcome in my inbox. To my new readers: do not
feel shy to tell me what you think of this story. I love getting
feedback. It is what makes these writings fun. If any of you have any
suggestions as for what you would like to see happen next, please tell
me. I have always loved the John/Randy storyline, but I wouldn't mind
incorporating a few new characters. So one more time: Thanks for reading,
and try to keep your hands on the keyboard.

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When we last left John and Randy, John had just finished sucking Randy off
in the elevator on their way to their hotel room after a meeting with Vince
McMahon. We pick up now in the hotel as John and Randy are packing their
things for their flight.

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"John, have you seen my cell phone?" asked Randy, frantically searching for
his things.

"Last time I saw it Randy you had left it on the table by the door."

"Well, damn it. I lose that thing more than I lose my socks."

"Why don't you use the room phone to call it?"

"I can't. I put the phone on silent last night while I was meeting with
Vince." Randy replied.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you then."

"It's ok, John. But you know what I am really looking for?"

"What, Randy?"

"I am looking for that monster cock of yours. I can't wait until we get off
the plane and into the next hotel so I can ride that snake again." Randy
said while he was kissing John's neck and running his hands all over John's
body.

"Randy, stop. We can't do this right now. We are supposedto be searching
for your cell phone. Remember?" John said returing the kisses to his lover
and friend.

"Fuck it. I want you now, John."

Randy reached down for John's belt and unbuckled it, causing John's pants
to fall straight to the floor, leaving him exposed. John did the same to
Randy, only he had to pull of Randy's jeans, due to Randy's ass being to
developed. John led Randy to the bed, both collapsing on the bed, wrestling
for who would be the top this time. Randy didn't really fight back when
John had him pinned underneath him lubbing up his ready and preparing
Randy's ass to be pounded for the second time in less than twenty-four
hours. John turned Randy over onto his back.

"John, why do you always want me on my back?" Randy asked

"It's so I can see your face when you are about to cum." John replied
gazing into Randy's eyes.

" I love you, John."

"I love you too, Randy."

With that being said John inserted the head to his dick into Randy's well
primed asshole and got to work. Pumping in and out slowly at first to make
the pleasure last as long as possible for the both of them. But the closer
John got, the faster the thrusting got.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

"Oh, Randy, I am getting so close. Your ass is so tight and hot, I just
wanna fuck your brains out."

"Oh gaaaawwwddd, John keep it going just like that."

In and out.

Faster and faster.

Harder and harder.

"Oh gaawwdd, Randy." John shouted as he started shooting his man juice deep
inside his lovers ass.

"John, where did you learn to fuck like that?"

"Lots of practice." John said as he pulled out and pulled his pants back
on, handing Randy his clothing for his lower half as well.

"Come on, Randy." said John. "We've only got about thirty minutes before we
have to get our sexy asses to the airport."

As they packed up the rest of their things and headed out of the hotel
lobby, they were stopped by several of their co-workers asking them what
had taken so long for them to get all of their things.

"Randy lost his cell phone again." John said. "We had to find it."

On the cab ride to the airport, John and Randy took their own cab. While in
the cab they had each other's hands in each other's laps, gently careesing
the inner thigh of the other.

"John..." said Randy.

"What?" asked John.

"I cannot wait until we get to the next hotel."


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Sorry this chapter was kind of short also. I am kinda suffering from
writers block. I could really use some suggestions for plot line or
character incorporation. So feel free to email me at
slinkylubber@gmail.com.

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