Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2009 08:08:38 -0500
From: James Lee <jamieontop@gmail.com>
Subject: mark-and-the-wrestlers pt 2

Disclaimer: If you don't like or are not allowed to read man-sex, then go
away.  Otherwise, enjoy!  Let me know what you think.  This is for the cute
little bitch who inspired the story.  You know who you are ;-) .
Copyrighted by the author.

From Part 1:

My wrestler bitch was close himself, because after I finished marking his
bitch face, he grabbed his own rock-hard dick and stroked himself until he
erupted all over the face and chest of the twink on the floor below him.  I
could hear other slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and other groans of
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" from other parts of the room as our spectacular climax
pushed a bunch of the other guys over the edge.

Part 2:

When the hunky wrestler on his knees in front of me was through panting
after his own gusher over the twink on the floor in front of him, I told
him, "Nice job, dude.  Now open up, my hot bitch, and clean me up."  I
shoved my half-hard cock back in his face and after quickly licking up the
cum that had dribbled down over his lips, he licked my dick clean of my big
cum.  Of course, that wasn't difficult since most of it had blasted over
his face.

When he was through, I ran my hand through his buzzcut and cuffed him
gently on the side of the head.  "Nice job, bitch," I told him with a smile
and then left to go get a shower.  I picked up my shorts outside the steam
room and went to the shower to cool down and clean up. I figured I should
go shower in case there was any post-sex awkwardness.  I mean, he'd been a
good bitch for me, but maybe after he'd gotten his rocks off he'd get
embarrassed thinking about how he'd been punked by an older guy.  He might
suddenly remember he had an image to keep up.  I know guys like
embarrassing their bitches, but my feeling is why do that to somebody who's
just given you an awesome blow job lol.

Meanwhile, in the steam room, Randy was asking the twink on the floor in
front of him, "What's your name, kid?  That was a pretty good blow job."

The twink blushed and stammered, "M-mark, sir.  Thanks for letting me blow
you, sir.  I've wanted to for a long time."

Randy laughed and said, "Of course you have, you little bitch.  Well, you
did a good enough job I might let you do it again some time, boy.  Come
find me the next time I'm here alone."

"Wow, thanks, sir!" Mark gushed.  "I sure will, sir!"

Next thing I know, Randy was in the shower next to me, telling me about the
conversation he had with the twink after I left.  Obviously, I didn't need
to have worried about embarrassing him since he'd sought me out again!
Soon, he was rubbing my shoulders under the gently cascading water.  A
great blow job from an incredibly hunky stud, and then the guy was giving
me a massage.  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the pressure on my
shoulders, leaning back against the stud's strongly muscled chest.  While
he worked on my shoulders, he started nuzzling my ear with his sexy tongue.
I just relaxed and enjoyed it although it wasn't long before one of his
big, strong hands reached around to play with my nip while the other
continued massaging my shoulders.

He stopped nuzzling my ear long enough to ask, "So, how did you know I was
a bitch, stud?  Most guys see my body and my cock and they can't wait to
get on their knees or bend over for me.  How come you didn't?"

I opened my eyes and laughed.  "Don't be stupid, boy.  I wasn't looking for
sex when I agreed to spot you.  But I also figured if a big boy like you
needed someone to put him on his knees, I wasn't gonna be intimidated.  If
you wanted to be my bitch, I'd show you what it takes.  If you didn't, we'd
just lift.  Either way was fine with me."

Randy chuckled.  "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you, sir?"

I smiled again and twisted my head around to look at him.  "I just know
what I want, dude.  If you want the same thing, that's cool.  If not, I'll
find somebody who does.  You're really good-looking, but you're not the
only handsome muscleboy in the gym."  And then I turned back around to lean
against him in the shower and closed my eyes.

It wasn't long after that all of a sudden I felt something warm on my
hardening dick.  I just enjoyed the feeling for a minute-the gentle warm
water, the shoulder massage, and somebody's mouth on my dick.  As my dick
continued to harden in somebody's mouth, though, I got curious.  So, I
opened my eyes to look around, and it was the twink—Mark- -with his cute
college-boy face on my cock.  I just enjoyed his enthusiasm even if his
technique wasn't as good as the wrestler's.  But then I felt a little
devilish, so I moaned a bit and told Randy, "Damn, bitch, the twink is
good.  Why didn't you tell me he had such a hot mouth?  He could give you a
run for your money!"

All of a sudden, the massage stopped, and I heard a slightly annoyed Randy
say, "Yeah, right.  He's not bad, but his mouth can't compare to mine."

I smiled and said, "Well, I dunno..."

Next thing I know, Randy has dropped to his knees, saying on the way down,
"OK, stud, I guess I'll just have to remind you about what a good blowjob
feels like."  And then to the twink once he was on his knees, "Outta the
way, cocksucker.  I got work to do."  He shoved Mark out of the way and
gobbled down my seven-inch cock, already wet with Mark's spit.

I just chuckled and told Mark to stand up and start playing with Randy's
nipples while he sucked me.  Pretty soon my wrestler was moaning around my
cock while he sucked my rod.  His nips started standing out under Mark's
treatment as he plunged his head up and down my cock.  It felt great, but I
knew how to make it feel even better.  I pushed his head off my cock and
said, "Hey, two fucking bitches here.  I'm gonna have me a bunch of fun.
Get over here, twink, and lick my balls while wrestlerboy goes back on my
dick."  And sure enough, Mark dropped quickly to his knees.  I spread my
legs slightly to give the cute blonde boy access to my balls while Randy
went back to work on my rigid prick.

Up and down he sucked while Mark licked all over my balls.  "Nibble my
thighs, bitch" I commanded Mark roughly, and he obediently started licking
and nibbling my thighs like they were the tastiest thing he'd ever had.
Meanwhile, the wrestler's big head was twisting and turning up and down my
cock as that competitive urge took over-he had to *prove* he was a better
cocksucker than the twink.  Gotta love that competitive jock spirit lol.

After a bit, I pushed Randy off my rod, dripping with his spit.  "OK, hot
stuff, you made your point.  You're a damn good cocksucker.  You want a
reward?"  The wrestler grinned and said, "Fuck yeah!  I mean, uh, sure,
sir.  Whatcha got in mind?"  I slapped his cheek roughly.

"Look, dude, you may be a strong jock dude to everybody else, but to me
you're a bitch.  Got it?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry sir. I remember.  Trust me.  You're the first guy to put
me on my knees in a long time.  I'm not gonna forget that."

"OK, bitch, see that you don't.  Now, why don't you fuck this hot little
twink while he blows me?"

"Fuck yeah!" Randy said enthusiastically.

I told Mark to get up and bend over.  When he did, I shoved my cock in his
mouth and held my cock with just the head in while he licked all around it
with his tongue.  Randy kicked the twink's ankles farther apart and spread
his cute little ass cheeks.  He slapped that nice boi-butt a couple of
times with his big, strong hand to get it red then put the head of his big,
hard dick at Mark's cute little twink hole.  I guess he figured he didn't
need lube because the water was still cascading all around us.  As I looked
around, I saw that we were starting to gather quite an audience.

Randy grabbed the twink's hips and shoved a little bit of his big rod up
Mark's boicunt.  Mark groaned and in moving away from the invader at his
pussy, he shoved farther up on the rod in his mouth.  Not that I was
complaining of course, lol.  Randy gave another shove and Mark groaned
again, partly pain and partly lust.  I told Randy to move the boy's ass
around out of the shower and lube his cock with some of the conditioner
that was on the wall.  He did and smoothed some over the rest of his rod
that was sticking out of the twink's cute little ass.  The next shove went
in more easily.  By this time, about half his big dick was buried in Mark's
tight little boicunt, and I was face-fucking the other end of the cute
little twink.  Of course, every time Mark opened his mouth to groan at the
invasion in his ass, I just moved a little more of my cock in.

Randy started pulling out a bit, and I told him to lather some more
conditioner on his dick.  He did, and when it went back in, the little
twink bitch just moaned and humped his butt a bit to back up on the big
cock that was pushing in his boi-pussy.  By now, Randy could get half his
big wrestler cock up that tight cunt without too much problem, so he
started fucking in and out halfway.  I was doing the same thing in that
cute face, moving it up and down the head and part of the shaft of my own
rod.

The water was cooling off, so I moved out of the shower spray until Randy
and I were spitting this twink like a pig at a Texas barbecue over by the
side wall.  Our audience just kept watching.  And jerking.

The wrestler had clearly done this before, so it wasn't long before we got
into a nice rhythm with our spit-roasted twink. Pushing at the back,
shoving the bitchboy onto my cock, then pulling him back onto the big prick
splitting his pussy and off my dripping rod in his mouth.  Back and forth
we went, fucking the cute little bitch who was moaning around the cocks
double-penetrating his boy holes. In and out we fucked.  Randy started
fucking his end more aggressively, punching in a little farther while Mark
started jerking his boidick.  I grabbed his head and just guided it up and
down my cock like a fucktoy.

The strokes in his cunt speeded up, and it wasn't long before my wrestler
boy started saying, "Take it, you little twink bitch.  Take my big jock
cock!  Feel it split your twink cunt, you little slut.  Show me you know
how to service a man, you fucking whore.  Cock in your mouth, cock up your
cunt, you fucking bitch.  Take it, whore!  Take that jock dick that's
splitting your little twink pussy!"

With that Randy grabbed Mark's hips and held tight.  I could see the part
of his cock still sticking out of the twink's ass jerk, and I knew he was
unloading up the twink's pussy.  In another second, Mark's whole body
jerked convulsively as he spurted his own load on the floor of the shower
below him.  I held his head on my dick enjoying his moans around my hard
dick.

As the twink stopped shuddering, the wrestler pulled his still-swollen cock
out of the pussy he'd been fucking.  "Wow!" he said.  "Sir, can I have him
clean off my cock?"

I told him sure, so he told Mark, "C'mon bitch, you got the jock fuck you
wanted.  Time to clean me up."  I shoved Mark's face off my prick, and he
obediently started licking the assjuices off the jock cock that had just
split his cunt open.  I decided not to waste the cute ass that was now in
front of me since the twink had turned around and pushed my own cock up
against his stretched-out hole.  I grabbed his hips hard and shoved into
that cute twink cunt in front of my swollen mancock.  My dick went in a lot
easier than the wrestler's had since it had done a nice job stretching the
boicunt and had left plenty of lube inside lol.

I got about halfway up that hot cunt in two hard shoves, forcing the
twink's mouth down farther down the big fuck-rod in front of him than he
probably wanted.  In and out I fucked the bitch, a little farther in each
time.  Meantime, Randy had grabbed his head and was using the twink like
his own personal fucktoy at the other end.  In and out I worked my big dick
until it was finally buried to the pubes in that hot twink cunt.  Then I
started fucking in earnest.

I told Randy to get his ass over here and drop down to his knees behind me
and eat my ass while I fucked the hot pussy around my big, thick dick.  He
pulled his dick out of Mark's mouth-and it had plumped up again nicely
under the forced blowjob.  He kinda looked nervous and then told me, "Um,
sir, I don't really eat ass."

I held my cock motionless in the twink cunt in front of me for a minute and
just stared at him.  He looked at me defiantly a few seconds but eventually
dropped his gaze.  "You do now, boy.  Got it?"

"But sir..." It was hard to believe a body that big and muscled could
whine, but he gave a damn good impression of a 12-year-old kid told by his
mom to come in from playing with his buds and wash up for dinner.  I said
nothing, still staring at him.  "But sir..." he whined again.  I still just
stared.  He looked up at me briefly, but he must not have seen anything
encouraging, because in a few more seconds he came over to me.

"Please, sir, don't make me do this.  Please, I don't wanna rim you."

"Why, boy," I said in a silky smooth tone.  "'Make you'? I'm not gonna make
you.  I'm not gonna make you do anything."

He interrupted gratefully, "Thank you sir, oh thank you!"

I continued in a harder voice.  "Nope, I'm not gonna *make* you do
anything.  You're gonna kneel down, right now, totally of your own
volition.  Because you're my fucking bitch, boy, and you're gonna do what
you're fucking told.  You *need* to do what you're fucking told.  Because
that big dick and those big muscles may cause other guys to bend over for
you.  But deep down inside, you wanna be a bitch.  And I'm the only man
that gives that slut deep inside of you what she wants.  Aren't I, boy?
Aren't I, you fucking bitch?  I fucking *own* you, don't I, boy?  Don't
I??"

He moaned and licked his lips, then slowly dropped to his knees.  "Yes sir,
you do own me sir.  I'm your bitch.  You're the man, and I'm the bitch."

"And what does my fucking bitch do, slut?"

"Anything you say, sir. Anything you say."

"Eat my manhole, you fucking bitch.  Taste the man-musk.  Shouldn't be much
since we've just been showered, but you get every little taste out of
there, wrestlerboy."

Randy spread my cheeks with his big hands and tentatively licked up and
down my crack.  Like I said, we'd just been under the shower for at least
fifteen minutes-maybe more-so there couldn't possibly be any smell or taste
back there except for clean skin.  But I guess if you've never rimmed
before there's a certain psychological barrier to overcome.  Discovering it
was no worse than sucking cock or nibbling my chest, Randy got more
enthusiastic, and it wasn't long before I felt his tongue licking all over
my hole.  Even, after a few minutes, stabbing at it.

Meanwhile, I'd resumed the fuck of my hot little twink, pounding his
well-lubed ass- pussy with my big cock, taking advantage of the lube
Randy's load provided. In and out I fucked the bitch, making him moan and
start to jerk his dick again.  A thirty-something came up from the
audience, knelt down, pushed the boy's hand aside and started sucking his
big dick.  I've mentioned that Mark had like an eight-inch cock, didn't I?

I found out later that he knew how to use it, too.  He'd fucked a couple of
guys around his birthday a couple of months ago.  But fun as it was, that
wasn't what this sub little bitch wanted.  He wanted to be dominated,
penetrated, told he was a whore, treated like the slut he wanted to be.  He
had a thing for muscleboys, which explains his lust for Randy.  I was to
find out, though, that he also had a thing for men who could bitch out the
muscleboys that he wanted to kneel to as well.  He was not just a bitch.
He was a bitch's bitch, enjoying being the bitch of someone I had turned
into my own hot little manwhore.

Meanwhile, the tongue at my hole was getting me hotter, and it wasn't long
before I started long-dicking the hot twink cunt in front of me.  "Take it,
you little bitch, take my big dick.  Moan for me, fucker, tell me what you
are.  Tell me who owns your fucking cunt, boy.  Tell me whose cock is
making you the fucking bitch you are!"

"Oh fuck, sir.  You own me sir, you've made me your slutty bitch, sit.
Fuck me, sir, fuck your little whore, fuck my slut cunt, sir, take your
bitch's pussy, sir, take my cunt, sir.  Oh, fuck me, sir!"

And I did, speeding up the strokes.  As I was on the edge myself, all of a
sudden there was a wail from the twink I was pounding and I felt his pussy
squeeze hard several times on my cock, letting me know that the little
bitch was emptying his load into the mouth of the guy sucking him.  Well,
fuck, feeling him squeeze down on my own throbbing cock sent me over the
edge, so I dumped my own load inside that fucking cute ass I was impaling
with my dick.  I pushed in as far as it would go, grinding my hairy pubes
against his cute little butt, trying to bore all the way through his guts
and out the other side.  Meanwhile, the tongue in my ass was going nuts,
and I heard moaning behind me.  Then an "Awwww, fuuuuuuuccccck!"
Apparently, Randy had really gotten into his rim job and was cumming all
over himself.