Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2003 20:38:31 EST
From: Keithmedia997@aol.com
Subject: Turned

DISCLAIMER: This is intended for reading by adults who are 18+. If raunch
and rimming is not your thing, I suggest not reading any further. Also, I
do not own these characters, nor am I affiliated with any of the below
mentioned in this story. This is just a work of fiction and fantasy, the
characters involve belong to the WWE and all related copyrighted
entities. This is not to imply the sexual preference of any of the
characters in the story. Hope you enjoy.

I haven't written anything in ages, so forgive me if this one totally
blows.  I welcome all comments good or bad. Feel free to leave one.


I wait backstage for him to step from behind that curtain. I have
familiarized myself with his routine. After the music fades from outside
the arena it echoes and I see his face. He smiles at the backstage
people. I wish I could see his smiling face as he releases a load I suck
from his member.

 His body is indescribable, I watch as he walks right past me, spent from
the match he just won, dripping with hot sweat. I lick my lips at the
sight. He heads to the locker room, no doubt to get into the shower. I've
watched this man shower for months. He's never caught me as I stood there
watching him lather up his chest, stomach, balls, cock, and ass.

I'm so lost in my lust I'd don't even notice him disappear into his
personal dressing room. With the coast clear, I carefully make my way and
quietly close the door behind me. The sound of running water greets my
ears. I look around. The room is bare for the most part. I see his gym bag
on the floor next to his water bottle and towel. His towel? He still must
be wearing those wrestling tights, I think to myself as a smile spreads
across my face.

"Let me ask you something, Sean--or do you want me to call you Val? Ever
heard of knocking?" that sexy voice sends shivers up and down my spine.

"Can I call you Randy? Or would you prefer Orton?" I said attempting to
match wits with the young stud.

"Well, what other names would I have?" He asked inquisitively. The puzzled
expression on his face let me know that he was unaware I knew of his secret
life.

"Well, from what I've been hearing from a certain someone," I said raising
my eyebrows, "you're quite the bottom."

"Bottom?" he scoffed trying to act oblivious to what I had just said, "what
the hell is that?"

I rolled my eyes, "the same old `I love women and they love me'
song-and-dance is getting old to me, kid. I know you get your ass
fucked. By Goldberg and Batista."

His expression went from puzzled to pissed, "you've got some fucking gall,
Morley. Making wild accusations you-you- - are a perverted fucker who
wishes you could have me like all the ladies do. "

"Do you tell yourself you're a big man when you make love to your
girlfriend? Or when you make love to Shane? Yeah, I know about Shane
too. For about six months, I've watched you. And I've like what I've been
seeing, Randy. Hell, I jackoff thinking about the time you ate Goldberg's
ass while Batista plugged you. See Randy, I know about it all."

"You- you- -" he was stuttering, by the bewildered and confused look he was
making, I didn't know if he was going to hit me or not. I took a step back.

"If this gets out...this could ruin me. What if my father finds out?" he
says on the verge of crying.

"Find out what? That his pride and joy baby boy is no more than a mere
fucktoy? Yeah, sounds like that is a real delimma. Gee, I wonder what I'm
going to do with his information..." I said trailing off. Watching this boy
squirm was giving me an idea.

"Please!" he is screaming clutching my shirt, "I will do anything
Sean...anything..." As pitiful as he is, I'm getting really turned on by
his begging, "wait. You said you liked what you saw, right?"

We locked eyes. His scared demeanor suddenly changed.  Then it hit me, he
has me locked in his crosshairs. This kid was turning was playing me and
turning me on while doing it.

"Let's talk about you, Sean," Randy said turning the tables on me, I had no
idea where he was taking this shit, "you strut around here like you're hot
shit -- well, I do that too, so we have that in common."

I cracked a smile, he had me there.

"You strut around with all these sluts on your arm, deep down, we both know
we are just alike in the respect that we love dick."

Now that he had successfully turned the tables, I had to counter, "No,
you're wrong. I don't `love' dick as much as you...who says I like men?"

"Sean, there is so much you can tell about a man by the way he walks," said
Randy.

"Enlighten me," I myself was now bewildered and very interesting in what he
was about to say.

"The way you move, the way that ass of yours giggles as you take a
stride. By that sexy swagger and those thighs of yours, I say you pump
ass," he said smiling sliding his warm hand between my spread thighs. There
I stood, standing in front of this boy, his hands rubbing my thighs, "so am
I right?"

"Yeah, you are, I go a little gay sometimes...is that a crime? All right
then!" I said cutting him off, "you thought you were seducing me? Playing
all scared so that I would get turned on?"

"Hey, it's worked," he said looking down. Randy noticed the outline my
boner was giving my black jogging suit pants.

"Drop `em," he grinned, groping his own dick and rubbing it through his
tights and pouting his lips, "I wanna blow you."

Who was I to deny this kid my dick he so desperately craved? I wasn't
wearing any underwear for some reason, so in one quick motion my pants
dropped to the floor and my dick flopped out.

Randy is on his knees. His full lips pouted out and his tongue getting
closer to the plump head. He felt my legs tense up as has he took hold of
it, wrapping all five fingers around it -- stroking slowly.

"Lick it..." I whisper.

The boy granted my request and stuck his tongue on my head and went hastily
up my shaft. He licked up and down all nine inches of my rod. He took his
time with licking the shaft. He licked it all the way down to the base and
right back to the head. He'd do this repeatedly, causing my muscles to
tighten.  He took his hand from around my boner and rested it on my
waist. He takes his tongue and licks the head in a circular motion. I let
out a somewhat exasperated moan, I'm now ready for him to suck me.

"Raaaandy, suck it..." I let out.

"Nuh-uh...not yet," he murmurs before going right back to licking.

"Oh you...little...fucking...tease," I grunt in between moans.

Randy looked up at me. He grabbed both my nipples thru my tee-shirt and
began to pinch them, "try not to cum, and if you do, you better make damn
sure you can do it again."

Then his mouth completely engulfed my cock.  With his hands reaching up now
tugging my nipples, I couldn't stop myself from moaning. My back against
the wall of Randy Orton's dressing room getting my cock sucked.

This is a fucking intense experience - I try to take it all in: the smell
of Randy's sweaty lust-filled body downing my cock half-way, my hands
running through his hair, the beads of sweat falling down my forehead.

I wipe my forehead and watched Randy's lips capture my dick. Randy went up
and down the length of my cock. Then he started to lick my big balls
bathing them with his salvia.

I feel a load of cum about to rush out my cock so I pull Randy's head
off. I hold his shoulder and he looks up at my cock. He massages my balls
and whispers sweet nothings.

"That's it...stroke it...blow your load all on my face Sean," he says
exhausted.

With that said, he gives my nuts a big squeeze.

"GAAAH!" I squeal as warm jets of cum spray his face landing on his smooth
cheeks. Randy sucks my softening cock

My knees weakened after that great suck session.

Randy gasps for breath as he collapses down next to me,
"that...wasn't...long...at...all," Randy say with a hint of disappointment
in his voice, my man cream still on both his cheeks.

 I pull him in for a kiss, "hey, your face is a mess and that shower water
is still running, so what do you say we..."

"Mmm, why the hell not?" he says pulling my shirt over my head.

"Maybe I can take care of your boner too if you let me," I say giving him a
wide smile, I knew that would make him hot.

"You mean I can fuck you?" he asks.

"I didn't say all that. I've only been fucked by one guy here."

"Really Sean? Who was it?" he inquires standing up in front of me stark
naked. He grabs my hand and pulled me up.

"Dwayne Johnson," I confess.

"No shit? Hot damn how was that?" he asks as we walk into the shower, "was
it as big as I've heard?"

"Sounds like you want some of the Rock's strudel." I laugh as I close the
shower curtain.