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Amateur Night
Kurt Angle stood in backstage, not listening to anything Vince McMahon was telling him. He was off in space somewhere. Kurt didn't want to hear about some new guy, he didn't care.
"Brock Lesnar is the best amateur wrestler I have ever seen," he heard come from Vince's mouth and it brought him back down to earth.
"What did you say? Brock Lesnar is a better amateur wrestler than Kurt Angle? I don't think so," Kurt said.
"Well, you might have to find that out for yourself," Vince said leaving Kurt standing there.
Brock Lesnar walked through the door for the first time, hoping to have a great future in the WWE. As he walked around backstage, he came across Kurt Angle.
"You must be Brock Lesnar," Kurt said.
"I am," Brock said.
"Vince told me you where a better amateur wrestler than me, and I don't believe it. I would like to challenge you right now, to a match. You against me. What do you say?" Angle asked wanted to prove himself to be the better man.
"I accept that challenge," Brock said grinning.
"Good. Meet me in the ring in ten minutes," Kurt said.
Kurt went to change into his singlet and also to go see Benoit.
"I need to you to come with the ring to me. Please," Angle said.
"Okay Kurt, you know I would do anything for ya. But what do you need me for?" Chris asked curiously.
"Your going to be the judge for a match between myself and this new guy Brock Lesnar," Kurt said pulling up the straps to his singlet and headed for the door, Benoit following.
Ten minutes had passed. Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar were now in the ring, Chris Benoit on the outside watching. The match began and ended before it really started. They locked up and Kurt caught Brock off guard and nailed him to the ground getting the pin. Kurt got up and then kindly offered his hand to help Brock up.
"Good match," Angle said. Brock didn't say anything, he just stared at Kurt.
"Thanks Chris, you can go now," Kurt said. Benoit left ringside and started going up the ramp. He looked back and saw the anger is Lesnar's eyes and decided he would hide to make sure that nothing happened to Kurt.
Kurt started to make his way out of the ring, but Brock grabbed him and pulled him back into the ring.
"I want a rematch," Lesnar demanded.
"Alright, you got it, but Benoit is gone, so it's just you and me," Kurt said.
The two began wrestling again, this time it lasted awhile. Brock and Kurt were rolling around in the ring trying to fight for power. However, for Brock, dominating Kurt wasn't a problem at all, he just let Kurt think he could win again. During this rolling around, Brock's dick became hard in his singlet and it was definately noticeable. He couldn't help it, rolling around with this stud was the best thing he had ever done. Kurt gained control of the match for a little while, but then Lesnar decided to have some fun. He put Angle in every position possible so that his own hard dick was either in Kurt's face, or rubbing against his bubble butt. As Brock was coming out of one of his moves, his hand brushed against Kurt's crotch and he felt Kurt's erection. Brock was glad to know that he wasn't the only one enjoying this a little more than they should. In the end of the match, Brock won it by nailing Kurt with a suplex. After the match was over, Kurt pulled down the straps for his singlet, as did Brock, because they were both really hot.
Brock forcefully brought Kurt down to the ground and pinned Kurt's arms to the mat with his knees. He pulled down the front of his singlet, letting his hard dick fly out. Kurt tried to struggle, but he couldn't resist, he wanted Brock. That and the fact that Brock was way too strong for him.
Brock grabbed his hard meat in his hand and smacked Kurt in the face with it a couple times before he inserted it into Kurt's warm, wet mouth. Kurt fit as much as he could in his mouth and sucked on it like a pro. But that wasn't enough for Brock. He grabbed a fistful of Kurt's hair and pushed him down on his dick. Brock's dick went down into Kurt's throat choking him, but there wasn't anything Kurt could do, he was being totally dominated by this monster. Brock grunted in utter pleasure. Angle tried to speak but he couldn't, Brock's dick was to far down his throat. The only thing Kurt had done was sent vibrations through Lesnar's dick.
"What was that, did you need to say something," Brock said removing his dick from Kurt's mouth and slapping him with it.
Kurt didn't say anything he just nodded his head signifying no.
"Make a wrong move and I'll kick your ass," Brock demanded as he got off Kurt's arms. Then
Lesnar got back down to the mat and got in the position to do push-ups. However, he had his dick lined up perfectly with Kurt's mouth. He began doing push-ups, one by one, slowly and each time he went down, his dick went right in Kurt's open and willing mouth. Kurt say up a little, to try and get more of Brock's thick cock in his mouth, but Brock pushed him back down with one of his hands. Precum began oozing out of Brock's tool and he grabbed his dick and rubbed it all over Kurt's face before continuing his push-ups. Brock's balls were tightening against his body in arousal and he knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded, however, there was one more thing that he needed to do before he came.
Brock stood up and got behind Kurt.
"Got on your hands and knees," he demanded in his deep voice. Kurt did as he was told and got on his hands and knees knowing what was going to happen next. Brock then literally ripped off Kurts singlet, throwing the ripped material out of the ring, exposing Kurt's thong. Brock then ripped that off as well. Brock peeled off his singlet completely and stepped out of it, throwing it into the corner. He got on his knees behind Kurt and positioned himself perfectly. Without any lube, besides saliva from Kurt's sucking, Brock began pushing his cock into Angle's tight hole.
"AHHHHHHHHH," Kurt yelled in pain, tears beginning to form in his eyes. Brock wasted no time working his dick all the way into Kurt's hole and pumping away furiously. Lesnar was having no mercy on Kurt or his ass for that matter. He was tearing Kurt's ass up and furiously.
Once Kurt got used to the massive dick in his ass, he began to enjoy it. He wrapped his hand around his rock hard dick and stroked away, that is until Brock noticed what was going on.
"No Kurt, there won't be any of that," Brock said grapping both of Kurt's hands and holding them behind his back with only one of his massive hands. Brock continued the furiously assault on Angle's ass and then decided to hurt Kurt some more. With his free hand, Lesnar began to slap Kurt's ass after every few thrusts. This recieved a lot of yelling and screaming from Kurt, but that only made Brock do it more, and it turned him on even more.
By the time Lesnar was ready to explode, Kurt's ass was red all over from the getting slapped over and over again. Brock pulled out of Kurt's ass and told Kurt to lay on his back. Angle did as he was told and lay down on his back.
"Now you can stroke your dick, bitch," Brock said deeply, and with a grin. Kurt didn't waste any time. He grabbed his dick in his right hand and stroked it rapidly. In a matter of seconds, he came all over the place. Some shooting up to his face, some shooting on his chest and some on his stomach.
Having just witnessed this gorgeous man cumming all over himself, Brock came next.
"UGGHHHHHH," he growled as the cum shot out of his dick and went all over Kurt's body. Recovering all the spots that Kurt had came on, and covering some new spots. He even came in Kurt's lightly hairy pubes as well as Kurt's belly button.
When Lesnar finished cumming all over Kurt he stood up and without saying a word, put his singlet back on and jumped outside the ring. He bent down and picked up Kurt's torn singlet and thong and tossing them back in the ring, near Kurt. Brock then walked up the ramp. Then he turned around to see Kurt still laying there, covered in cum.
"Hey Kurt," he called. "I am the better man."