Hi there dear readers!
This is my first time in over a year posting to this n.g....I have posted stories here before under a different e-mail address, though. I enjoy lurking around here and reading the great works of fiction (and sometimes real!) stories of male love, sex, and romance. I encourage everyone to keep up the good work, as I take pride in your work and so should you.
Now on to the good stuff, but with a disclaimer.
WARNING: What you are about to read is part fiction/part true. If you're too young to read about explicit sex, or if man-to-man sexuality is not your "thing," I advise you to not go any further as I don't take responsibility for your actions. Thanks and for everyone else, I hope you enjoy!
PETE'S NEW FRIEND [M/M/M MAST ORAL]
In my line of work, you don't flaunt it. But it's there. Oh my God is it ever there. It's not spoken about by any of the boys backstage, but you can tell it's there.
I work in sports-entertainment, better known to the great unwashed as "professional wrestling." But my story isn't about two hard, muscular sweaty guys in little tights rolling around on each other, feeling their throbbing hard-ons rubbing against one another's bare chest and legs. However exciting that is, I want to tell you about what goes on behind the scenes. It's a lot that no one would expect.
First let me tell you about myself. I don't consider myself as full-blown "gay." I'm more bi than homo, as I enjoy having sex with men and watching two men having sex, yet I'm not as involved as a lot of the boys in the back. I've never gotten so far into a relationship with another man as to be "in love." Maybe I'm scared. Maybe I just don't want to know what would happen. Either way, it's the way I am.
Now let me tell you about Peter. He works with me, in the same business, even in the same promotion. He's beautiful, and I mean that fully. I've never seen a more beautiful guy. He's not big and built and buff like you'd expect a pro- wrestler to be, but he's slender, small, and graceful. Pete's only 24, but he looks more like a 17 year old kid in high school. One of those athletic little twinks that you'd see and want to fuck around with, that's Pete to a "T." Like I said, he's a little guy compared to the rest of us, only about 5'10. Shoulder-length brown hair, puppy-dog brown eyes with long lashes, lithe and toned tan body with not too much muscle. I've heard it from both sexes, the kid's an Adonis. And does he ever leave them guessing about his sexuality. The guys I work with love those types, they're the "babies" so to speak in a world of big burly guys. The girls in the audiences see him as some teeny-bop heartthrob. Pete doesn't reveal much to either about the way he is. But I know. I know Pete better than any of them ever will.
How? I take care of him. I've been taking care of Pete ever since he broke into this business. That's the way it works around here, you hook up with a guy that knows the ropes. I helped train him, and in a way, I guess I'm his protector. A cute little guy like that? He'd be slim pickings for the big guys, especially in the showers or cornered someplace backstage. Guys in our line of work prey on the little types, making them their "bitches" and having them suck dick when a woman's not in fucking distance.
I can't point the finger at the others so much, I use Pete sometimes as a sucktoy whenever I can't find anything else. But I don't beat or mistreat him like some of the other assholes do. I'd never do that. He's my friend.
Oh, yes. I have to tell you about his other friends too. Namely Bill. God, I never would have suspected Bill would have a thing for twinks. Just by looking at him, you'd think he was one of those wife-beating, gay-bashing homophobes you see all the time in this business. But you never can tell about people until you get to know them, you know? Bill's your archetypical type of pro-wrestler. Big buff guy, bald head, hairy chest, early thirties.
The exact opposite of Pete. Bill's built like a tower, but he's not one of those glistening gym queens you see at Gold's all the time. The guy looks like he takes pride in his manhood, complete with tatoo on arm. Bill works out dilegently, sweating in his gym shorts and grunting with the best of them. And, like it is with Pete, the ladies love him. I see them all the time in the gym, ring rats that hang around just to watch him work out, the sluts that want nothing more than to run their hands through the hair on his chest and suck his cock. But he doesn't pay them any mind. Why? He's married. That's another reason I thought it was so impossible for him to be the way he is. But like I say, you never can tell about people until you get to know them.
So how did I get to know Bill? It's the weirdest thing. It wasn't so long ago, back when he was first coming into our promotion. Pete and I had already worked there about a year and established ourselves, and Bill was just now getting there and learning the trade. It was one night after a show in Tampa when Pete and I were at the hotel bar, having a beer. The usual number of fans and ring rats had made their rounds that night, coming around the bar and talking to the boys that did the show that night. Some usually leave with a girl, some just sign autographs and get chatty. I'd noticed that Bill had come in the bar with a few guys when I heard a female's voice talking to Pete at my left. I turned to see two hairspray ring sluts wearing too much makeup and too little clothes trying to make their moves on Pete. As usual, he just smiled and pretty much blew them off, saying he was tired. I didn't want anything to do with them, as they were problably under 18 anyway, so I didn't even look in their direction, pretending to be involved with my beer. They left him their room number anyway, along with the very heavy scent of cigarette smoke and Estee Lauder, and went off to slut around with someone else.
"I really am tired," Pete said after they left. "I'm going to go back up to the room....okay?"
I nodded and he left me there at the bar to defend myself against underaged fans problably for the rest of the night. I drained the rest of my beer out of the bottle and set it aside, only to see the bartender resting another cold one in front of me and moving on to the next customer. Feeling it was a mistake and not wanting to be charged for something I didn't order, I caught her attention.
"Hey, I didn't call for this one."
She looked back and smiled at me. "You didn't, sweetness. But the big guy at the other side of the room did the work for you."
My eyes went to the direction she pointed in, and I saw Bill coming towards me with his own bottle in hand.
"Hey Scott," he said, patting me on the back and sitting next to me. "Thought you'd might like some company."
"Girls getting too much for you?" I joked.
"Same old shit. Some of the other boys I came in with are going to run around with them tonight," he said, pointing toward the two jailbait that had tried their hand at Pete earlier, "and I didn't want to be involved in any of that. There's no way in hell those girls are anything over 16."
"I know," I replied. "You get used to that kind of stuff around here though. Kids want to be with the stars, I guess."
"Yeah." Bill took a long sip of his beer. "So where's Pete? I saw him come in with you."
"Yeah? And?" I said this a little defensively. Maybe too defensively, because Bill started chuckling and fending me off with his hands.
"Whoa, man, I didn't mean anything by it. Just saw him come in with you, that's all. And now he's not here."
"Well, he was tired. That's what he told me." I didn't mean to sound agressive towards him. I certainly didn't know what set me off about what he said. Well, then again, maybe I did and I didn't want to admit it to myself.
Bill took another draught of his bottle, this time a longer one, and seemed to feel a little more bold after a moment. He chuckled again and said to me jokingly, "You know Scott it's not like I thought you two were jacking each other off over here."
I looked at him for a moment, then answered. "Yeah well we weren't anyway, and if we were, so what? You want some of it?"
He shrugged and turned to the bar. "I suppose, maybe. Guy gets lonely, you don't know what he wants to do." He glanced sideways at me and gave me a long look, then leaned in towards me. "I've seen people do that kind of thing in our line 'a work, Scott. You and Pete seem like prime candidates for it, the way you guys spend so much time together."
I felt my heart start to beat a little faster. Did he say that, or was it the beer? Why'd he order me that beer anyway? I was having trouble thinking straight. He'd just said something else and I heard it funny, that's all. I've had five tonight, after all, maybe I should cut it back....or had he said.....?
I looked him in the eye. "So what do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, man. Nothing, I'm just busting your nuts." He chuckled, then took another draught to drain his bottle. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then looked at me again. "So do you?"
"Do I what?" I was starting to get more than a little annoyed.
"Do you fuck him, you silly bastard?" Bill was looking right at me then, a playful twinkle in those steel blue eyes.
"That's none of your damn business."
"I'd like to make it mine, Scotty. Like I said, a guy gets lonely out here, and hell. I mean, he isn't bad looking." I squirmed in my seat a little, feeling uncomfortable, and he must have picked up on it because he started egging it on. "I mean, it must feel pretty good to have a little queer sucking your cock whenever you want it, don't it? I just wouldn't mind having in on it, is all."
Shit, I thought. This fucker is serious. A thought crossed my mind, and before I tell it to you, don't think of me as a low-moral asshole or anything. Guys in the business have boys as "proteges" all the time. And yes, some of them even sell them out when they need a little side cash. And well, money's a good thing, and he'd be getting what he wanted, and I'd be getting a little something out of it......I mean, if I'm a pimp, I'm the world's worst, but you have to understand what a spur of the moment this was.
I opened my mouth to speak, and I heard myself croak out "Twenty dollars." It was the first thing I could think of. Shit, maybe it would scare him off, I didn't know.
To my surprise, I saw Bill reach for his wallet, sift around for a moment, and rest a $20 by my arm. I looked at him and he grinned at me. "Our secret?"
Still shocked and a little booze-addled, I nodded. "Yes. Our secret."
He got up from his stool and took me by the arm to help me. I think I must have looked tipsy to him, because he leaned in and whispered, "All you have to do is give me the key, Scotty. I'll do the rest of the work."
Something inside me woke up then, and I shook my head. "No....you have to let me tell him first. This is the first time we've....."
He chuckled and nodded. "All right with me."
We took the elevator up to the room I shared that night with Pete. I had no idea what I'd tell him, but I'd think of something. I opened the door to our darkened hotel room and saw him lying on the bed through the crack of light from the door, resting peacefully. Bill waited outside as I took my gym bag from out of the closet and pulled out two separate containers of pills from the side pocket. One was X, and the other was Soma. Before, when Pete had taken these together, he was very docile and childlike. I don't know why, but he was. Very agreeable. Putty in my hands. He would suck a dick, take one up the ass with minimal persuasion, or just about anything anyone asked. I shook out a pill from each, ran a cup of water, and quietly went to the bedside and gently shook him awake.
"Pete. Hey. Wake up for a little bit."
He moaned and murmured softly, opening his eyes and looking at me, then at my outstretched hand. He saw the pills and instantly knew what I wanted. Taking both without question, I let him sip the water and, sitting next to him, watched as they took their effect momentarily. I then pulled him onto my lap, where I explained to him about our "visitor." He nodded and grinned a little. Feeling a bit more comfortable with the situation, I went back to the door and invited Bill in. "He's ready."
Pete's first reaction to Bill was better than I expected. I saw him smile brightly in the dim light and immediately sat in Bill's lap when he took a seat on the bed.
"Friendly," Bill observed with a chuckle. Pete sat facing him, on his lap. Bill's hands started first at Pete's sides, tickling him gently and playfully pulling at the band of his briefs. They went up his back, over his hairless chest, pulling at his nipples. Pete moaned a little, then leaned in to kiss Bill's mouth. Bill accepted eagerly, and I watched with shock as this big bear of a man hungrily kissed the younger man as if he were his own wife. Their tongues probed through each other's mouth. Bill's hands ran through Pete's hair, and they both would moan and breathe a little harder as moments passed, sucking on each others lips and tongue respectively. Bill's mouth moved down to Pete's neck, where he sucked on the soft and tender young skin with abandon, making Pete breathe heavier and deeper. He moved on after a moment to Pete's chest, where he suckled on his little nipples, making them hard and sensitive. Watching this entertainment unfold was making me harder than I'd been in a long while. Like I said before, I always get off watching two guys go at it.
Pete's turn came next, as Bill soon took his shirt off and lay back, letting my boy crawl over him. Pete was kissing and sucking him on his neck and chest, running his smaller fingers through the big man's hair on his chest. Bill moaned and growled passionately at the sensations as Pete sucked and bit at his nipples and kissed/licked down to his stomach and navel while undoing his pants. In moments, I saw Bill's huge cock spring forth from his pants, his erection instantly rubbing at Pete's, whose was still trapped in the fabric of his briefs. Bill's dick was huge. It had to be at least 10 inches when hard. Pete was having a big one himself, although his doesn't get more than 6 inches. His smaller erection was pushing at the crotch of his briefs, begging to get out. I'd never seen him so hard. My own cock was starting to throb, and I'd pulled it out then as I watched them, stroking myself as they rubbed and kissed on each other.
Pete then slid off the side of the bed and got on his knees, positioning his mouth at Bill's erection. Pete ran his tongue across and sucked audibly at Bill's full and huge balls, making the big man groan louder. Bill sat up and looked down at Pete as he quickly took the huge tool in his mouth, making the recipient moan loudly. My Petie's head bounced expertly up and down on Bill's cock, just as I'd taught him. The sight was making me harder than I'd been as far as I could remember. My stroking had turn into full jerking as my cock leaked shiny precum. I fondled my balls with one hand while watching their hot and heated lovemaking. I pulled my pud faster as I listened to the sounds of Pete's sucking and Bill's bearish growling and urging. He was running his hands through Pete's soft hair, pushing him down further on his tool, murmuring his name over and over. Pete's hips were instinctively humping at Bill's leg, rubbing his boner through his briefs on the bigger man, and I knew then that I'd have to help my boy. I paused my jerking much to the dismay of my throbbing erection, and got down to the floor, where I got behind Pete and pulled down his briefs, which had already been spotted with his precum and very wet at the crotch. I then maneuvered myself underneath him, where his cock was at my face and instantly he started pushing and humping himself towards my mouth.
I put my hands on his hips and positioned his cock over my mouth, where I took it in and started sucking on his hard prick. I felt him shiver and moan at the feeling of my wet mouth on his tool, and I sucked more, pausing to lick at his balls and rub his firm ass. I'm sure it was a sight, three men forming a train as we did. My cock was even harder now, and starting to ache as my balls needed to release the cum that was built up and ready to explode inside of me. Just as instinctively as Petie, my hips started bucking wildly at the air as I heard Bill growl in warning of shooting his load. Pete made humming noises and then I heard a muffled squeal from above as Bill shouted loudly, almost sounding like a bark and a gasp. He was shooting his load in Pete's mouth, and almost at the second I felt Pete shudder violently as his cock and balls exploded in my own mouth. I was lost momentarily, overtaken by sensory overload of having his dick in my mouth and my own cock and balls dying to unload, which they did at that moment. I let out my own muffled yelp as my wad blew all over myself. I felt it hitting me as I finished off Pete, swallowing his hot load and then collapsing onto the floor beneath me. Bill pulled Pete up and rested him on top of him, kissing him gently, as we all paused to catch our breath and regain our senses.
After what seemed like an hour of bliss, Bill was the first to speak breathlessly. "Well worth it, Scotty," he said, speaking of the money. I sat up on the bed. All I could do was nod to him, as I was spent.
Pete looked up at Bill as he lay on his chest and ran his fingers through the hair. "I love you," he proclaimed happily and breathlessly.
"Pete," I said, grinning and knowing it was the X talking. "Don't say that, you hardly know him."
"I love him," protested Pete. "He's my friend now. Aren't you?"
Bill nodded, looked at me, and shrugged with a smile. He turned back to Pete and ruffled his hair. "Keep giving head like that and we'll be pals for life, kid."
I could end it there, but it doesn't really end there. There's a lot more that you don't know about us and that I could tell you, and I will. Why? I don't know why I'm telling our secrets like this, but to me it is beautiful when it was once confusing and deserves to be shared with someone. There are a lot more stories like this that I have, and what I stress the most in this is that it happens all the time with friends and acquaintances that I work with and most fans don't even know it. I look forward to hearing what remarks you have!
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