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Chapter 1
Early Sunday morning, right after a heated argument Batista put Randy Orton through after finding Trey Turner's thong from the party last night on Randy, with it ripped off his bare body, and had got it stuffed in his mouth with a forced palm behind it, Randy was on his kitchen counter in his and Batista's apartment, head back, legs up and curled as Batista hammered that ass up, got Randy panting and scratching the marble for life as Batista simply fucked him with his fat 6 inches with furious thrusts.
Randy: Shit! Feel so fucking good! Uhhh! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!
Batista been seeing those cheeks in the showers for too long without his dick inside of it and ever since he got it wet in that shower with the water off, 'till this day Batista proves to him that their joints were meant to be together. Randy had protested but with Batista's persuasion, his hot flirtatious stare, and his hot body shinning with the running water won him over on his knees. Now Batista's smacking that ass everyday, and the way Randy be demanding his sex, if Batista had his dress shirt and jacket on he's wearing for his meeting with Vince McMahon, Randy would have turned over and grabbed it demanding him to fuck him harder and that's what Batista did, but don't let the large amount of physical masculinity fool you, Randy still got a feel to be "cocky".
After a few good strokes, filling Randy's cute bottom to the rim, he pulled out, spent as Randy regained his balance on the floor, stroking his cut juicy cock of 7inches.
Randy: (Devilish look,; deep sexy voice) My turn.
Randy shoved Batista right into the stove, picked him up by 1 leg, starts spanking that arse, lucking that arse, and spitting on that arse until it was wet enough for him to enter. Batista groaned to the feel of penetration, squinting his eyes as he showed off his flexibility, lifting the leg up high towards the ceiling while balancing himself on the stove, letting Randy get his hits, loosing balance, Batista turned over while Randy was still inside him, fucking him, ending up in doggy style position and Randy had no choice but to tap that ass and fuck harder until their house phone rang. Randy checked the ID since it was right beside them and noticed it was Trey Songz. With Batista shouting and moaning in the background, Randy picked it up.
Randy: (while panting) What's up?
Trey: (chuckles at the sound) I'm outside, dude.
Randy: Fuck man! Today?
Trey: Yeah man. Hurry up! Don't wanna be late!
Randy: Fuck!
Randy slammed the phone down but missed, and slammed Batistas ass until he was ready to bust, not realizing Trey Songz was still on the other end, listening to the convo.
Trey: (hears: FUCK MEEEEEE!!!) Ohh shit.
Trey started getting a hard on while he sat in his black Escalade truck on the driver side, unknowingly stroking himself. He undid his seat belt, and took his high orange prison suit off to his knees, and whipped his uncut 7inch dick out and as he started stroking, got a call on the other end, just hen he heard Randy was about to bust, but realized it was his boo Nick Cannon on the other line, calling from work. He had an idea for him.
Trey: (sexy tone) Hey babe.
Nick: Hey baby. What’s up?
Trey: Shit, still in bed. (pulls tiring voice)
Nick: Thinking 'bout me?
Trey: Fuck yeah. (moaning deep into the phone; getting Nick's dick to throb)
Nick: Fuck... Without me through? (laughs)
Trey: (laughs) Shit baby, I can't wait.... (moans)... to feel you again... (fingers his whole) Fuck....
Nick sat there on his phone, at his desk in his private executive office just breathless, speechless to what he's hearing vibe in his ear shooting down his spine making his fat 9inches hard. Unknowingly, he hears the car door on the passenger side. He just turns his head to Randy. Randy laughed at him when he's in his high orange Prison suit also, remembering why they doing Community Service now. If only they didn't ask the other guy the join them in the bathroom stall..
Anyways, as soon as he was about to hop in Randy noticed a sports car pulling up in front of the apartment building. Trey still fucking himself, got Nick with his dick out his dress pants stroking himself too, Randy getting hard to everything that's being heard from inside of the car, noticing also Matthew Rush and Ty Lattimore walking to the apartment out of the vehicle with their GYM bags, Randy runs up to the them leaving the door open. Ty and Matthew take notice in him and slaps him up.
Ty: Aye.
Matthew: Hey hey man! What's up?
Randy: What’s up guys? Came for Batista?
Ty: Hell yeah man, where he at?
Randy: (opens door) Right inside.
Ty: (looks inside Trey's car; in shock with Randy) Damnn man.
Matthew: (looks) Haha. I hit that one last week.
Ty: Serious man?
Matthew: Hell yeah. (hollers an waves at Trey.)
Trey: (turns in shock) Oh shit! (slams door)
(Group laughs)
Matthew: Man that ass was tight.
Randy: I know right (they High Five each other as Matthew walked in; his ass gets grabbed by Ty)
Ty: Hell, I wanna hit this.
Randy: (laughs) Maybe..
Randy and him flirt from eye to eye until Randy got back into the car and Ty closed the door. Randy turned over to Trey and whispered sweet apologized in his ears, nibbling on it, and kissed his way down to having Trey all inside his mouth. Trey finally paid him mind. He squeezed his ass muscles with his hand over Randy's head, thrusting up into his face while moaning shit through his phone to Nick that was nearly bout to bust all over his good suit.
Nick: Damn baby... Got me all impatient... Fucking bout to bust, my nigga.
Trey: MMmmmmmmmm....! I can feel you inside me (Randy fingers his ass good and fast) Ohhhhh fuck.
Nick: Shit!
Nick had it. He dropped his phone, got up and cleared a spot on his desk so he can choke his dick long enough for a long stream of hot nutt. Trey heard him shouting through his phone and ended up doing the same, trusting and busting all down Randy's warm throat. Randy swallowed ever juice and started licking his fingers that penetrated Trey's ass just now. Trey couldn’t help but make that truck shake during his climax.
While Nick caught his breath, he heard a knock at the door, and in came his Assistant Rob Van Damn rushing to him, asking if he was okay until he got his face smashed against a bullet poof glass desk full of cum, being demanded to eat it all up. RVD longed for this moment to taste his sweet man juices and lapped up every juice, and while he was at it since he was still hard he ripped RVDs pants down, smacking HIs fat ass repeatedly while exposing it to the world with glass walls that sat behind him in his office.
RVD: Oh yeah! smack You like that ass don't ya?
Nick: Hell yeah, my dude?
Trey heard the noises of smacking and moaning and sex talk through his phone and let his insecurities overwhelm his sexually relived high.
Trey: Who the fuck was that? I know you ain't fucking nobody else right now!
Nick took his now barefoot big toe and touched his phone screen, hanging up on Trey as he began his penetration. Trey was left with this appalled look on his face while staring at his phone while Randy was still jerking him of, licking up the last bits of cum.
Randy: You alright, babe?
Trey: Na.. I think my man cheating on me?
Randy: (shakes his head; putting Trey's dick back in his suit) Well, tell me about it on the way there. We have 15 minutes to get to the site, and it takes us 30 minutes.
Trey: (stairs at the clock) SHIT!
Trey immediately drove away to the site, and got there 40 minutes late due to the back up traffic and them holding traffic so Randy can blow his chunk down Trey's throat from frustration, and he wasn't the only one. As soon as they got to the site, the manager of the site, Kurt Angle, cross paths with them just when they finished checking in, knowing their caught.
Kurt: Hold it! Hooold it! (Trey and Randy stops; caught) The boss would like a word with you, too.
Randy: Yeah, didn't he have a word with you last night?
Kurt: (anger like; wipes his lips) You guys are screwed.
Trey: Not like your ass.
Randy followed that with a slap and a grab to Kurt's fat aching ass from getting it fucked by a hot employer from earlier. They went to the bosses office, and read the gold plate on the door "CEO" and right under "John Cena" and as they look, Trey noticed sex sounds coming from the other end of the door and him and Randy closely listen to John moaning incredibly loud and the door popped open and they both landed on each other. John didn't care, but the person sucking him off like crazy stopped but John wasn't having it.
John: Fuck are you doing!
John was talking to the guy sucking him, forced his head back down on his dick, choking him with his fat 7inch monster, making the guy using both hands, letting his ears hear the sweet sounds of choking as he melts down the guys throat. Randy and Trey watched with their heads down, silent and patient while their dicks hardened, well Randy was, Trey was unknowingly stroking himself through his work jump suit. When John finished, he pulled his still hard cock out the guys mouth and started beating it against the guys face.
John: (Chuckles) You can get up now.
As soon as he got up, Randy couldn't believe who it was!
To be continued...
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