I must first start off with my special celebrity disclaimer. This story is fiction. It is not meant to suggest anything about the sexuality of any of its participants. Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Lita, Vince McMahon, X-Pac, Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, Trish Stratus, Terri Runnels, Tori, Billy Gunn, Kurt Angle, Test, The Undertaker, Mark Jindrak, Stacy Keibler, and Shane McMahon are all registered trademarks of World Wrestling Federation Entertainment Inc. By the way, this story contains sex of the gay kind! If this scares you, run!!
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"Fucking son of a bitch McMahon!" Jeff Hardy yelled slamming the hotel door behind him.
"What's up bro?" Jeff's brother Matt asked, sitting up on the bed.
"They just fucking cut my push to make room for WCW on OUR TV. And not only fucking that, but I have to job my title to fucking X-Pac tonight,"
It's not just you Jeffy," Lita spoke, sitting behind him and massaging his shoulders. "They're cutting back alot of people's pushes,"
"Yeah, but you guys are still getting yours,"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Matt asked, sounding somewhat angry.
"I don't fucking know," Jeff said, standing and grabbing his duffel bag. "I'm going to work out,"
With that, Jeff slammed the hotel door behind him. He was beyond pissed off. Just because WCW sucks, and no one wants to give it a TV deal, he suffers. 'Maybe if any of the WCW guys had any talent, they'd give them TV,' he thought to himself. He hated the way politics worked in the WWF. Everyone gets where they are by either fucking Vince McMahon, or because they're friends with someone. He thought his friendships with Stephanie and Trish would get him somewhere. But obviously not, his push was one of the first cut. And on top of that, he had to job to X-Pac, who was only getting his push because he was friends with Triple H.
"Fuck my life," Jeff sighed aloud, walking into the locker room of the hotel gym.
Jeff walked to the locker he had been using and quickly opened it. He stripped out of his usual leopard print pants and slipped on his work out shorts. He was already in his wife beater, so he tossed his button up shirt in the locker. He slammed the locker and prepared to walk back into the gym, as he turned around he bumped into someone he really didn't want to see. WCW star Mark Jindrak.
"Jeff Hardy? I'm a huge fan of yours man," Mark spoke, wearing nothing but a towel.
"You and every other wannabe from that failed experiment of a promotion you came from," Jeff spoke, continuing his walk back out into the gym. 'Okay, that was a little harsh,' Jeff thought to himself. 'But fuck them. All of the WCW "stars." They were McMahon's top priority for the moment, but wait a few weeks. That still didn't make Jeff any happier about having his push cut. He had some stress to work off. So he walked to the weight machine, and began to lift.
"Fucking WCW," He said in between lifts, each time getting more pissed off about the loss of his push.
Lifting weights was doing nothing but increasing his anger. So he left the weight machine and found his way to the punching bag. He taped up his hands then began to beat it angrily, imagining it was Vince McMahon. He had gotten where he was in the WWF without even having to touch Vince McMahon. 'Maybe I should,' He thought. 'It could get me my push back,' 'Of course, it could probably get me a disease,' Jeff nixed that thought. He was perfectly content with Kurt Angle and Test being the only WWF talent he fucked. Too bad neither of them could play the politics game with Vince. But oh well, the sex was good enough.
Jeff was starting to feel better after nearly 20 minutes of beating the punching bag. He stopped and began to remove the tape from his fists. The locker room was empty when he returned, which was a good thing. The way Jeff was feeling, he didn't feel like talking to anyone. Especially another WCW "star."
"Fucking WCW," Jeff sighed aloud, stripping off his wife beater and tossing it in his locker.
"You're starting to sound like my old man used to," The voice spoke to him from behind.
Jeff turned to look at the voice, noticing the figure of Shane McMahon standing behind him. He acknowledged Shane with a head nod, then walked to the shower. Jeff had better watch himself. Not acknowledging Shane got Shawn Michaels sent home a few months back. With the WWF's favorite excuse to be assholes "Attitude problems." Jeff really didn't care. He'd be happy to be sent home the way he was feeling.
Jeff walked into the shower and let the water cascade down onto him. He was still stressed out. The punching bag helped a little, but he was still feeling like utter shit. He knew what he needed. But Kurt had bruised his tail bone, and Test was doing promo all day. 'Hopefully Matt and Lita will be gone by the time I get back to the hotel. Then at least I can squeeze off a quick one before my match,' He thought to himself. But the way his luck was running today, they'd still be there, probably fucking. Something Jeff really didn't want to see. Jeff sighed and laid his head on the shower wall.
"Fuck my fucking life," He said aloud again, banging his head lightly off of the shower wall.
"What's eating you Jeffy?" Shane asked, hanging up his towel and stepping under the water.
"Its nothing Shane-o. Just some business stuff,"
Jeff tried to keep his glance above the waist. He had often admired Shane from a far. But he also knew that Shane was straight. Hell, he'd been clubbing with Shane's wife. But he couldn't help think Shane was gorgeous. Jeff found it hard to believe two people that looked like Linda and Vince McMahon could produce such gorgeous children. Jeff couldn't deny Stephanie was beautiful either, for a girl. But Shane had always been the McMahon Jeff had wanted. But he pretty much locked those feelings away, knowing Shane was straight.
"I heard about your push. If it makes you feel any better, I told them yours is one they shouldn't cut, but they don't listen to me,"
"Thanks Shane. I wouldn't be this mad about it normally, its just that they told me the reason they cut me was for WCW," Jeff explained, turning to face Shane.
"Well, on behalf of WCW, we're sorry," Shane joked, turning so the water hit his back.
"Thanks Shane-o. But that still doesn't make me feel any better,"
"Well here, how bout this for an apology,"
The thought never crossed Jeff's mind until he found Shane's hand wrapped around his cock. Jeff moaned out lightly as Shane's hand slid slowly up and down his now throbbing shaft. Instinctively Jeff reached out and grasped Shane's cock in his hands. He expertly began to handle Shane's massive uncut meat. Jeff had always enjoyed uncut cock. More fun to play with he'd always said. And Shane's was no different. He fondled Shane's beast gently as Shane's hand continued to jerk slowly up and down on Jeff's rock hard cock.
It had been days since Jeff had gotten off. Not as if the opportunity hadn't arisen, with Test being a horn-ball. But Jeff just hadn't been "in the mood" so to speak. But he was really in the mood right now. Him, jerking Shane McMahon's massive 9 inch tool, as Shane jerked him off. Jeff took his free hand from the wall and brought it to Shane's balls. Jeff could already feel them rising, signifying Shane's impending orgasm. This turned Jeff on even more, knowing he had brought this massive cock to orgasm. He too could feel his balls rising. In seconds he was yelling out he was cumming.
Shane continued to jerk until the last bit of jizz exited Jeff's body. Jeff was still jerking on Shane's swollen shaft. Jeff knew Shane was close. So Jeff knew that this was his chance to get a taste of this massive McMahon cock. Jeff dropped slowly to his knees and removed his hand. He slid Shane's cock in slowly, taking it all down his throat without gagging. Shane was in complete ecstasy, moaning out loudly as his fingers were buried in Jeff's hair. Shane began to pump his cock quickly into Jeff's mouth. Jeff was completely in heaven, knowing in only a matter of seconds, he'd be tasting Shane McMahon's cum. Jeff brought his hands up and began to fondle Shane's balls again. This did the trick. Shane grasped tightly on Jeff's hair, and screamed out.
"I'm cumming!" Shane yelled loudly, pumping his cock quickly into Jeff's mouth.
Jeff happily stayed on Shane's cock until it began to go limp. Shane slid his cock out of Jeff's mouth slowly then pulled Jeff to his feet. He pulled Shane close to him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Jeff almost collapsed from the goings on of the past minutes, but was able to steady himself with the help of the shower wall.
"That was incredibly Hardy," Shane said, out of breath. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yeah, I think I do," Jeff said, leaning with his back against the shower wall. "Just one question though Shane-O, aren't you married?"
"Hey man, what she don't know don't hurt me. And besides that, I've never gotten head that good from her,"
Jeff felt a big smile come to his face. He loved being complimented on his sexual abilities. He had still yet to regain full strength. So he continued to lean against the shower wall and watch Shane finish showering. After Shane finished showering, he leaned in and kissed Jeff quickly. He grasped Jeff's cock in his hands, and then spoke.
"Thanks for that Jeffy. I'll see you later," Shane said, following his statements up with one final kiss.
'I sure hope so,' Jeff thought to himself as Shane exited the shower. 'I'd like to take that somewhere other than my mouth,' He thought as he began to exit the shower. He walked completely naked back to his locker, where he quickly tossed his clothes back on and left the gym. It was already nearly 8 PM, and his match was the first one on Raw tonight. He quickly hailed down a taxi and took back to the hotel. He had made plans to ride to the arena that night with Terri Runnels.
Jeff bounced into the lobby to find Terri waiting for him. He walked up and gave her his usual kiss on the cheek, then spoke.
"You ready?" He asked, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.
"Yeah. Stacy Keibler from WCW is going to ride with us, they put me in charge of showing her around since I've been here longest. Do you mind?"
"No," Jeff said, gritting his teeth.
"You never know, you could hook up with her," Terri said, winking suggestively.
'Oh God,' Jeff thought. Terri was going to try matchmaking again. You think she'd give that up after the whole Tori/Billy Gunn thing. But nope, she was at it again. And on top of that, she wanted to hook him up with a woman. 'Well,' Jeff thought. 'This is as good a chance as any, just hope she reacts well,'
"Umm Terri. I got something to tell you," Jeff started as they began walking towards their car.
"What is it sweetie?"
"I'm Gay," Jeff replied.
Terri stopped dead in her tracks a few steps ahead of Jeff. Jeff began to worry that she wasn't going to be cool about it like everyone else he had told. Terri turned around and began to walk back to Jeff. He couldn't tell anything of her emotions from the sunglasses she was wearing. Jeff felt his heart starting to sink. Add this to the list of bad things that had happened to him today.
"Oh Jeffy," Terri said, pulling him into a hug. "I've known for a long time, I was just waiting for you to tell me,"
"Huh?" Jeff said, bewildered by Terri's statement. "How have you known? Who told you?"
"Calm down. No one told me, I can just tell these things. And besides that, any idiot could've told from the way you used to look at Christian,"
Jeff felt a smile come to his face. He really did care for Christian. But that relationship was doomed from the beginning. 'But then again,' Jeff thought to himself. 'Wrestling relationships all tend to be doomed. Oh well, he's happy and so am I, I guess,'
Jeff snapped himself back to reality and threw his arm around Terri's shoulders. The two then began their walk to the lobby where Stacy Keibler was waiting for them. Terri introduced the two of them, Jeff putting on his fake smile and pretending he was so happy to have WCW around. Stacy just smiled nervously, and didn't speak much as the three continued their walk to the limo.
Terri filled Stacy in on the happenings in the Women's locker room of the WWF. Basically the same thing Jeff had gotten from The Undertaker when he and Matt had started. Jeff completely zoned out while Terri was speaking, still angry over the fact he had to lose to X-Pac in a few short minutes. He sat staring silently out the window when Stacy began talking to him.
"So Jeff, I heard you met Jindrak this afternoon?" She asked, brushing her hair off of her shoulder.
"Umm, yeah," Jeff replied somewhat nervous. "I was a bit of an asshole, I've had a pretty bad day today,"
"That's too bad, Marky really has a thing for you," Stacy explained.
"Huh?" Jeff and Terri asked almost simultaneously.
"He's got the hots for you," Stacy laughed. "Wait, you are gay aren't you?"
"What the fuck?" Jeff asked casually. "Does the whole world know?"
"Well Jeffy honey, maybe you aren't as discreet as you'd like to be," Terri laughed, pulling on the leg of Jeff's leopard print pants.
"I guess not. Wow," Jeff said, laying his head back on the seat.
"I'm sorry, I thought everyone knew," Stacy stated.
"You didn't tell anyone did you?" Terri and Jeff asked in unison
"Chill. No, I didn't tell anyone. Mark told me he thought you were. I'm telling you Jeff you should go for him, you guys would be gorgeous together,"
Jeff smiled brightly at her but didn't speak. 'Jindrak,' Jeff thought to himself. 'He is hot, REALLY hot. Perhaps I should apologize after the event,' Jeff was still thinking about Jindrak when the limo arrived at the arena. He grabbed his bag from the seat and tossed it over his shoulder. He exited the limo first, and then extended his arms to escort Stacy and Terri into the arena. He walked them to the women's locker room, then dashed to his locker room.
He said hi to everyone along the way, but didn't stop to talk. He just wanted to get dressed and get the loss to X-Pac over with. It was the first match, so at least he wouldn't have to wait around all night if he didn't want to. But he knew he would anyways. And besides that, he wanted to catch Jindrak sometime before the night was over. He finished up lacing his boots, let out a "Fucking WCW," sigh, then went to find Stephanie.
When he found her, she was as usual with Trish. The three of them chatted like they usually did until Jeff was called for his match. He kissed the two of them good bye, and went to get ready for a humiliating defeat to an undeserving opponent.
The match went just like Jeff expected, him putting on a spectacular show, and X-Pac stinking up the whole match. Jeff was silently cursing the WWF politics system while he walked back to the locker rooms. Trish was waiting for him as usual after his match, with the usual Snapple and bag of pretzels. They walked to Trish's locker room, and shut the door behind them. Jeff plopped down on the floor in front of her and opened his Snapple.
"You did good Jeffy," She started, popping a pretzel into her mouth. "But of course, Sean,"
"Yep, as usual. I never really understood why fans chanted "X-Pac sucks" until I wrestled him," Jeff said, reaching above his head to grab some pretzels.
"Well hey, there can be one little bright spot in your day,"
"Really, what is that?" Jeff asked, with complete sarcasm knowing this has been the worst day of his life.
"We get to start working together on screen,"
"I was waiting to see how long it would take Steph to do that," Jeff laughed, taking a drink of his Snapple. "But of course we're going to have to kiss," Jeff said, in mock disgust.
"Oh bite me hard bastard," Trish laughed, slapping Jeff playfully on the back of the head.
"Here," Jeff said, biting lightly at Trish's leg. "You have been bit,"
Trish just shook her head and tossed a pretzel at Jeff's head. Jeff's thoughts flashed back to Mark Jindrak as he took a drink of his Snapple. 'I should probably go find him,' Jeff thought to himself. 'Trish will understand.'
"Well Trish, I'm going to apologize to Mark Jindrak for the way I acted earlier," Jeff explained, hopping to his feet.
"Sure you are. Terri told me all about it. You're going to get laid," Trish laughed, tossing another pretzel at him.
"You know me too well," Jeff laughed, kissing Trish quickly on the cheek. "Never know Trish, he may be bi," Jeff joked, walking towards the door.
"Don't taunt me Hardy," Trish sighed, shaking her head.
"Love you,"
"Get out," She yelled jokingly.
Jeff shut the locker room door behind him and began to look for the WCW Locker Room. Since WCW had just been brought in, Vince McMahon thought it smart to keep them segregated for awhile. 'Smartest move he's made in a while,' Jeff thought to himself. Jeff was having a hard time finding the locker room. So he found Stacy Keibler and asked her where Mark was.
"I sent him looking for you," Stacy replied, grabbing a bottled water from the catering table.
"Where?"
"Your locker room. Your brother said it was cool if he waited there, since he and Lita were leaving anyways,"
Jeff felt a devilish little smirk come to his face. He would give that to Matt and Lita. When an opportunity for Jeff to get laid came up, they made conscious efforts to make sure it happened.
"Thanks Stacy. Listen, you wanna come to dinner with me, Trish and Steph after the show tonight?"
"Sure, if you have any energy left," Stacy joked, slapping Jeff playfully on the shoulder.
With that Stacy walked away, leaving Jeff to think more about Jindrak. He quickly shook himself from his trance and ran to his locker room. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and slipped quietly in. The locker room looked untouched from when he'd been in there before his match. But he glanced at Matt's locker, and noticed it was empty. 'He really did leave, good man,' Jeff thought to himself. He continued to search around his locker room, eventually noticing a towel hanging outside of the shower. 'Oh my god he's in the shower,' Jeff thought. 'Here's my chance,'
But Jeff decided against the opportunity for more Shower Sex. 'Not enough room to fuck in there,' He thought, taking a seat on the bench in front of his locker. 'I'll wait for him to come out,'
And he didn't have to wait long. As he began to remove his boots, he heard the shower water cease. Jeff felt his throat suddenly become dry. It had been quite a while since he'd gotten dick other than Kurt Angle or Test, unless of course you count Shane, which Jeff didn't. And besides that, Jindrak was hotter than all the others combined. And he worked for the "enemy." 'Sleeping with the enemy,' Jeff thought to himself. 'That just makes this so much better,'
Jeff continued to remove his boots as he saw Jindrak emerge from the shower, in nothing but a towel. Jeff's jaw almost dropped as he saw the beads of water glistening on the rock hard chest and chiseled abs of the Adonis before him. Jeff's cock instantly became hard. Then much to his delight, Jindrak sat down beside him.
"Hey Jeff," Mark said non-chalantly. "I hear you've been looking for me," He said again, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back against the locker.
Jeff could barely muster up the strength to talk. And he could barely remove his eyes from Mark's towel long enough to look at him. But he pulled himself together and cleared his throat, then began to speak.
"Yeah, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted earlier. I was, well, an asshole frankly. And I'm sorry," Jeff spoke quickly, trying desperately to keep his eyes glued to Jindrak's.
"That's nice Hardy, but I'm not sure how sorry you really are," Mark said, tucking his thumb under the towel. "They always say, actions speak louder than words,"
"Jeff's jaw dropped as Jindrak released the towel, letting his quickly hardening cock spring free. Jeff could hardly believe this was real. He thought guys as hot as Jindrak only existed in fairy tales, and gay porn. But here he was, with one in front of him. 'What the hell am I waiting for?' Jeff thought to himself.
He quickly dropped to the floor and grasped Jindrak's cock in his hand. His hand barely fit around it, and it was not even completely hard yet. Jeff jerked it a few times, bringing it to its full 10 inches. Jeff was becoming very thankful for Test. Jeff had practiced alot on Test's 10 inch shaft, so deep throating this should be no problem. He leaned his head in and began to move towards Mark's cock, but Mark put his hand up to stop him.
"No no. Not this," Mark said softly, placing his finger on Jeff's mouth. "This," He said again, reaching down and grasping Jeff's ass cheek.
Jeff felt a smile come to his face. That was secretly what he wanted; though he would've settled for a taste of that beautiful dick also. Jeff reached into his locker and ripped his ever present tube of lube from his bag. He handed it to Jindrak then removed the rest of his clothing. He then got on all fours on the floor.
"No," Jindrak said softly. "I want to make love to you, not sex,"
Jeff jumped to his feet and walked over to Jindrak who was now standing against his locker. Jeff had never heard that before. No one had ever wanted to make love to him before. Most just wanted sex. Even Christian, who try as he might not to Jeff fell in love with.
"But, you don't even know me. How can you make love to me?" Jeff asked, looking deep into Jindrak's deep brown eyes.
Jindrak didn't speak in return, but pulled Jeff in for a passionate kiss. Jeff felt his knees melting beneath him. He had never been kissed like that before. Most anyone he'd ever kissed had been rough, almost uncaring. But Jindrak was soft, yet passionate with his kisses. Jeff felt some strange connection to Jindrak. And he could not explain what it was.
"That's how," Jindrak spoke softly into Jeff's ear.
"Okay," was all that Jeff could reply.
Jindrak pulled Jeff into an embrace and began to kiss him softly once more, while lowering him to the floor. Amazing sensations were rushing through Jeff's body with every kiss Jindrak planted on him. He felt ridiculous for even thinking it, but he felt already as if he were in love with Jindrak. No other man had ever made him feel this way.
Jeff was complete putty in Jindrak's hands. Jindrak's kisses began to travel slowly down Jeff's jaw, then to his neck. Jeff let out a contented moan as Mark began to suck lightly on his neck. Jeff then felt the coldness of the lube touch against his opening. He moaned out lightly, giving Mark the go ahead. He then felt Mark's huge cock head press against him. He cringed almost involuntarily as the head pressed past his anus, stopping Jindrak in his tracks.
"Are you okay? I don't want to hurt you for anything," Jindrak spoke softly into his ear, melting Jeff with mere words.
"I'm fine. Never been better," He whispered back, looking deep into Jindrak's eyes.
Jindrak kissed Jeff lightly on the lips and continued to push into Jeff's anus. When Jindrak had all his cock in, Jeff put his hand up, asking for time to adjust to the massive object in his anus. Jindrak lovingly obliged, and began to softly kiss Jeff's neck once more. Once Jeff had become accustomed to Mark's massive cock, Mark began to slowly pump in and out, all the while still softly kissing Jeff's neck. Jeff was in complete ecstasy from the sensations surging throughout his body. Jeff had never been fucked so good before. Mark knew the perfect way to drive Jeff wild; pulling almost completely out, then driving the full 10 inches back in. Jeff moaned out with every thrust, squeezing his ass each time, making Mark moan out as he continued to suck Jeff's neck. Jeff could feel Mark's pumping speed begin to increase as Mark wrapped his hands around Jeff's throbbing cock. He began to jerk insync with his thrusting, sending even more sensations through Jeff's already ecstasy filled body. In no time at all Jeff felt his balls begin to rise, and Jindrak's thrusting speed increase. Mark stopped his sucking on Jeff's neck and spoke softly into his ear.
"I love you Jeff Hardy," He said lightly, staring deep into Jeff's eyes.
Almost involuntarily Jeff spoke in response. "I love you too Mark,"
With the finish of his statement, Mark began to passionately kiss Jeff's lips. Mark pumped in one final time, and moaned out loudly. His grip tightened on Jeff's cock, which sent Jeff into orgasm. Jeff felt Mark pump in two final times, then pull himself from Jeff's ass. Mark collapsed atop of Jeff, both completely spent from the sexual escapades they had just endured.
When the two had recovered, Jeff felt Mark's hand slowly caress his cheek. He felt a bright smile come to his face as he looked deep into the puppy dog like eyes of Mark Jindrak.
"You are so beautiful," Jindrak spoke softly, caressing Jeff's cheek lightly.
"Not as beautiful as you," Jeff spoke in return.
Mark leaned down and softly kissed Jeff's lips. The ridiculousness he had felt about the possible love for Mark Jindrak had completely disappeared now. Because he knew that the love was there. Where it came from he had no idea, but he knew that it was there.
"I love you Jeff," Mark spoke as their kiss parted.
"I love you too," Jeff replied.
The two shared one final kiss and then began to get dressed. When they were both fully clothed, Jeff once more through his arms around Mark's neck and kissed him with all the passion left in his body. He had never experienced such passionate, beautiful, perfect sex in his entire life. After years of searching Jeff had finally found what he was looking for, Love.
The two walked together to meet Trish, Stephanie and Stacy for dinner. All three knew what had happened. And all three had smiles plastered across their faces. As the group began to walk to the limo Stephanie had ordered, Trish pulled Jeff off to the side.
"So, what was it like sleeping with the enemy?" Trish asked.
"Just sleeping with the enemy wouldn't be so bad. Loving the enemy might get me in trouble though," He replied.
"You mean?"
"Oh yeah, hardcore,"
"Thought you didn't believe in love?"
"Well. As they say, anything can happen in the WWF," Jeff replied, gazing at Jindrak as he stood waiting for them by the limo.
"This conversation ain't over boy," Trish said as they began to walk towards the limo.
Jeff tossed his arm across Trish's shoulders and just laughed as they continued to walk to the limo. That statement had never been more true. 'Anything Can Happen in the WWF. Even love,' Jeff thought to himself as he entered the limo and sat down next to Jindrak. As the limo began to take off, Jeff felt Jindrak's hand begin to grasp his. Jeff squeezed Jindrak's hand and leaned over and kissed him lightly.
"So what do you think of WCW now Jeffy?" Stephanie asked, smiling brightly that her best friend was so happy.
"Well Steph, I think I could get to love it,"