Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 19:50:28 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Bet II - Prologue

The Bet II - And So It Begins...

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of complete fiction, I don't own or claim
ownership for any of the trademarks mentioned within this story and as a
work of pure fiction it does represent the true sexuality of those involved
nor do I have any reason to believe the following events actually took
place. With that said if you're old enough and legally able to do so
enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.

John Morrison was on the floor of his locker room grunting, a solitary bead
of sweat rolling down his tanned and tightly defined muscular body as he
completed his daily routine of crunches. It was the final crunch of the day
that Morrison's former tag team partner The Miz witnessed as he entered the
room grinning from ear-to-ear.

"It must be hard to know that despite all this effort you won't ever look
as good as me!"

"Yeah because the chicks really dig that beached whale look you've got
going on!"

"What would you know about what chicks want?" Morrison climbed back up to
his feet as The Miz raised a knowing eyebrow in his direction. "Anyway I
hear you've been asking around for me, you get another craving for some Miz
meat?"

Just to hammer the point of his question home The Miz grabbed at his dick
through his loose fitting jeans and Morrison couldn't help but lick his
lips at the thought. The truth was that during in the year the two men had
teamed together Morrison had developed something of a craving for 'Miz
meat', a craving that The Miz had been more than happy to scratch at least
until they'd gone their separate ways.

"That's weird because I hear you're busying giving that to someone else..."

"What can I say, I'm an in demand stud and Johns have a thing for me!"
There was a brief pause as Miz took a moment to give Morrison the once
over. "But look at you, you've moved on and you're doing crunches in your
underwear just who's benefit is that for?"

For the first time in his life Morrison felt oddly self concious stood in
the middle of his locker room in just a pair of tight black Calvin Klein
boxers he felt strangely exposed. He knew he looked good, his muscled upper
body glistening slightly from his workout and there could be no denying
that he filled the shorts nicely, both in the front and behind. As much as
Miz had liked to pretend their relationship was all Morrison's doing John
knew that Miz had been just as in to it as him, he hadn't been able to get
enough of Morrison's tight round ass.

"No one!" Even if he'd wanted to Miz couldn't have suppressed his laughter
at this response. "Fuck you!"

The truth was that Morrison had been hoping to grab someone's attention, in
fact he'd been trying to grab their attention with little success for
several weeks now. But he wasn't about to share any of that with Miz.

"How very defensive of you, what's wrong not getting any?"

Morrison didn't respond instead he shot Miz a dirty look and started to
hunt around the room for his clothes. He wasn't particularly in the mood to
sit around and argue with The Miz half naked. He wasn't really in the mood
to do it fully clothed.

"Did you want something or are you just here to be your usual dickish
self?"

"Actually I came here to repair our friendship to extend an olive branch,
all that junk." Morrison raised an eyebrow at this. "I can't help but
notice there's some underlining animosity between us and I think I've found
the perfect way to solve that."

"Really?" Morrison feigned disinterest but it wasn't particularly
effective.

"Tell me my old friend have you ever heard that old urban legend of a
little competition, a friendly bet between John Cena and Chris Masters?"
Morrison's eyes instantly lit up confirming that he had indeed heard the
story. "I was thinking we might have ourselves a little friendly rivalry to
solve some of our issues..."

"Where you now? And how exactly do you think that's going to work?"

Miz smiled at this, whilst he'd never admit it he had given this whole
thing a lot of thought, he'd missed Morrison's sweet ass almost as much as
he knew Morrison had missed him ploughing it.

"Well I figure the winner of our little bet owns the loser and gets to do
whatever they like with them."

"And what would are little bet be?"

"Isn't that obvious Johnny boy? Its all about who can get laid the most and
I'll even make it fair for you and say that only guys count 'cause I know
you don't want to compete with the chick magnet with women!"

Morrison stood for a moment and thought this proposition over, mainly
looking for a downside. Win or lose he knew he'd get at least one more
night with Miz and if he won then he'd get it on his terms. He might even
get a chance to use Miz' tight little virgin hole and just the thought of
that made his dick stir.

"Okay..." Morrison extended his hand and after a brief pause Miz took it
and they shook, setting their bet in stone.

"Now you're in lets go over the ground rules shall we?" Miz didn't wait for
an answer. "Firstly no repeat fucks, Johnny boy that means for once you
can't have my used cast off's."

"And you can't have mind."

"Like I ever would!" Another brief pause. "Secondly you've got to provide
proof of the fuck. Videos, photos whatever it don't matter."

"Anything else?"

"I think that's it. You got two weeks to get laid Johnny boy, good luck!"

The Miz gave Morrison a friendly slap on the face before turning and
leaving the locker room. The bet was on...


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