I caressed him, gradually working my way down his back. I played with the triangle of downy fur training down to the cleft of his ass. I spread my hands across the muscle-packed slabs of his butt. He spread his legs as I inched down the hairy crack. My fingers danced around his tightened asshole to the sensitive ridge below his balls. His breathing became deeper and he held me tighter as I massaged him.
I pushed him back onto the bed, on his belly. I sat between his legs admiring the view of him spread in front of me as he slowly humped the bed. I palmed my horny cock shaft nearly shooting a load staring at the thick, tree-trunk thighs, his gorgeous butt, plump balls full of cum.
He clenched his ass as I rubbed the fuzzy muscled mounds. I ran a finger down between them, gradually back and forth from the top of the deep cleft down to his nuts. He ground his cock into the bedding, I inhaled the scent of his sweat, his heat. He reared back ready to pummel back into the bed but I hooked my arms under his thighs pulling him to me. My tongue skimmed down the crack, grazed his asshole. I licked around the tight pucker, tasting his musky, salty skin. He flinched, then sighed as my tongue touched the opening itself, flicked rapidly across the wrinkled opening.
He spread his legs and pushed his ass back to me. With one hand I jacked his dick, with the other kneaded his balls. I plunged in and locked my lips on the hole and probed as deeply as my tongue could reach. His sighs turned to whimpers, and he pushed his ass out a little further. His cock was slick, oozing steadily. I rubbed the fluid over the head of his throbbing manhood. I rimmed Tony more aggressively, pushing my face deeper into his crack. I loved the feel of the big firm muscles covered with soft skin and thick hair moving and flexing against my face as he clenched and unclenched his hole.
My own hole was twitching for attention. I spit into my hand, already slick from his dripping pre- cum slid down between my legs. I first worked the tip of a finger into my ass, then two. By the time I had the third finger up to the knuckles I sensed Tony was getting close, too close to shooting his wad. Not wanting me to stop the hot rim job, I managed to convey to him I wanted him to roll over. I crawled up his prone form, licking his drooling cock-knob, lapping his sweaty skin. I nipped his left nipple and as his erection bounced it scraped my crack. I pushed backed and trapped the helmeted crown tightly in my clenched ass-lips.
I forced him to lie still as I eased myself down onto his thick rod, inch by inch. Finally, I had his 8½ hot, hard inches buried up my chute. It took more than a few minutes to adjust to the size of his fuck-pole but I gently rose clutching his meat tightly with my sphincter. He held my hips and I let him continue to guide me up and down as I rode his cock. Eventually, he rolled me onto my back and began to plow into me. We were both soaked in sweat as he pounded again and again, slowly at first then more rapidly. I cupped the bottom of his ass, drawing him further into me. My prick, hard and ready crushed continually into his abs as he fucked. My nuts burned, my load building, I couldn't stop it.
I started to cream without touching my dick. I felt the first wet splash hit my left shoulder, then cum flying all over as balls emptied and my cock belched an endless torrent. I squeezed my ass muscles as hard as I could just as I felt Tony's shaft grow impossibly huge and he buried himself to the root. With a bellow he came. And came and came. He kept pumping as he filled me with his jizzum. I felt it trickling, hot and creamy thick, between my legs. He collapsed on top of me as my tight hole milked the last of his load. We fell asleep curled together, his cock still inside me.
He was still sleeping when I left for work the next morning. It turned out to be a rough day because I couldn't stop thinking about the night before mainly because I was sore as hell. I had trouble walking until mid-afternoon. Then Tony called to tell me the contract he and Terrance had been hoping for finally came through. While that was great news the downside was they had to go on a two week tour, leaving that day. I was disappointed but understood.
It was a few days before he called, late Saturday night.
"How are the shows going?" I asked.
"Good, " He responded. "We've started to build up a bigger fan base. Lots of folks are coming to see us."
"That's great, more money coming in. You sound tired" It was more a question than a statement.
"I am." He replied. "And horny."
"Why don't you do something about it?"
"I tried. Some guys been following the shows, he was real excited that he was staying in the same motel as the Titanic Twosome. He corned me and Terry in the spa, wanted to blow both of us."
"And?" I asked.
"Terry said no, Sammy was waiting for him back in the room. The guy started feeling me up and I got a grade a boner but when I tried to shove it down his throat he kept gagging. Couldn't take but half. So here I am, back in my room with a hard-on and no one to take care of it. What are you wearing?" He whispered into the phone.
The question took me by surprise. "T-shirt `n jockeys." I replied. "And you?"
"Jockstrap. You hard?"
"Am now." My voice was shaking.
"Oh man, my dick head's leaking like crazy. Wish you were here to suck my cock, it don't choke you. I like the way you lick the knob, tasting all that hot juice, swirling your tongue around and around until you slide those lips down my hot shaft. Oh yeah, I can feel you swallowing my hard cock all the way down."
"I can taste it." My voice was shaking. I had slipped off my short and was palming my erection. "Tastes to good, so hard, so fucking hot. Now I've got my hand wrapped around those big furry goose eggs, squeezing `em good while I slurp your fat cock."
"Oh, baby, you're gonna make me cum soon. Get down there, I want to feel your tongue on my hole. C'mon, lick my butt-hole. Yeah, making me feel fucking hot." He was crooning into the phone. "Come on, let me feel that long tongue slurping around my ass, oh yeah."
"Shit, Tony, I don't know if I can last." I was pounding my cock. "I haven't jacked off since you left, I don't know if I can take much more."
"Cum, with me, yeah, fucking gonna shoot." He having problems getting the words out. "Here^Åit^Å.cummmmmmms"
I dropped the phone on the pillow, but I could still here his moaning as my cock erupted. I was shooing spunk all over the place.
"Hey, Tom, you still there? " The voice from the phone was faint.
"Yeah Tony, I'm here. That was great thanks."
"No shit, dude. Listen, we're going to be in Phoenix next weekend, why don't you fly up. I can pick you up after the show Friday night, we'll have all day Saturday and Sunday. What do you say?
"I don't know, let me see if I can work it out." I was suddenly too sleepy to even talk. "Call me next week and I'll let you know." I hung up the phone and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I thought about the trip to see Tony all weekend. I was torn between wanting him physically and but not getting involved emotionally. I didn't know what headspace he was in and I'd been burned into one too many relationships.
On Monday I was resolved not to make the trip. I even called an old fuck buddy of mine to come over for some fun. There was a package from Tony in the mail when I got home, a video with a note from him that it was a tape of their last two shows and that I should watch the entire tape, then I could open the second package that was included. I told Brady about Tony over dinner that night. I gave him every reason why I shouldn't go see Tony that weekend but the more I talked the more ridiculous I sounded. Sex was sex, had to keep the emotions out of it. I wasn't even sure where Tony's head was, I was probably the first guy he sucked off.
"So," Brady asked. "what's so special about this guy?
"Let's watch the video," I told him. "you'll see."
We settled down on the sofa and started watching the tape. I have to admit wrestling, well wrestling like that doesn't exactly excite me. Except Tony. He and Terry came out and the crowd screamed.
"That's him." I told Brady. "The hairy one."
"If you don't want him Tom, I'll take him off your hands." Brady was drooling.
I couldn't take my eyes off of Tony. He was oiled down, the hair on his chest slick and shiny. He jumped onto the stage, stood on the rope and threw himself on top of his opponent, legs spread around the guy. I threw a hard-on, I couldn't stop thinking about his ass and how the smell, the taste of his hairy hole had inflamed me. Brady was openly rubbing his crotch as he watched.
"Is he hung?" Brady asked.
I just smiled. In seconds, we were both naked and rolling around the floor in a mock-wrestling match, spending more time grabbing each other's crotch. We were too involved in playing and sucking each other's cocks to watch the tape until the sound suddenly changed, no more crowds, no more cheering, just moaning. We both looked up at the TV at the same time to see Tony on the motel bed stroking his obviously hard cock under his jockstrap. I vaulted for the remote. So that's what he meant about watching the entire tape.
"Oh no you don't." Brady intercepted me.
I stood watching the tape. Tony's hand slipping under the jock, stroking his fat cock. I was riveted to the screen as I watched him pick up the phone, dialing.
"Turn off the sound." I told Brady roughly.
"Why?" He asked. "Who's he calling?"
I could barely get the word out of my mouth. "Me."
Shit, I was pissed at Tony for not telling me he taped himself, pissed at myself that Brady was there. But I couldn't' stop watching, listening to the conversation we had, seeing him jack off as I'd only imagined. It was so fast, we were both too horny. My cock throbbed as I watched him fisting his meat, hand a blur until he started to cream, holding the jockstrap to his bloated knob, a heavy pool of cream shooting into the pouch. Brady started to rewind the tape just as Tony milked the last of his load from his fat rod. I couldn't keep my hand off my dick. Then the phone rang.
"Hey guy," Tony said cheerfully. "So you coming?"
"Close." I said before I realized what he meant. Just then Brady groaned, loudly, announcing his impending orgasm.
"Shit Tom, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were busy."
"Tony, no I'm not busy. He's an old friend. Why didn't you tell me what was on the tape?
"Look, I can call you another time." Tony sounded upset.
"No," I reassured him. "Brady is an old friend. We were watching the tape you sent, I didn't know what was on the end. I wouldn't have^Å"
"Have you thought about Phoenix? "He interrupted.
"I'm horny," I couldn't' stop myself. "My cock's so hard, I need to cum."
"Save it. For me." And he hung up.
When I went back into the living room, Brady had already shot his wad. He was playing with his half-hard prick watching the tape of Tony jack off again. I wasn't interested in screwing around any more. Remembering there was a second package, I opened it. Tony's jockstrap with a stain in the pouch where he shot off.
It was a long week, but Friday finally arrived. I left work early because I had an early flight. I was planning to fly in before his show not after. The arena was bigger than I expected and filled to capacity. I managed to get a seat in the fifth row, close to the action. I sat transfixed for the first 45 minutes as those big burly guys threw each other around. Then crowd howled as the Titanic Twosome was introduced. Like the tape he'd sent, Tony and Terry made a spectacular entrance and their fans screamed and yelled in support.
Tony was spectacular, his moves graceful and fluid considering his size, he and Terry the perfect team. They were soundly defeating the other team as they both got on the ropes ready to pounce each onto the other's opponent when Tony saw me. The both flew and Tony landed on the mat, shoulder first. The crowd gasped. People were running toward him as he groaned and rolled in pain. As he was helped off, he said whispered something to one of the attendants and nodded toward me.
"Come on," The guy said coming up to me.
I followed, numbly, wending down through the bowels of the arena. He guided me through the locker room to a small room where Tony lay on a table, someone roughly rubbing his shoulder. Terry was there, back to me, alternately yelling at Tony for being a stupid shit then concerned about his health. Tony looked up at me as I stood there sheepishly mouthing, "I'm sorry."
His smile said too much, Terry turned and looked at me. He didn't say anything as the two of them left, closing the door behind them.
"Glad you could make it. "Tony was still smiling at me as he got up. "I need a shower." He lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit. The black hair glistened with sweat.
I moved to him, holding his arm up and fastening my mouth in the hollow of his arm, savoring the salty-sweet taste.
"Why?" I asked. "You're only going to get sweaty again."
He smirked. I fastened my mouth on his right tit, biting the stiff peak.
"Un-huh. I need to go towel off." He said roughly leaving me wanting more.
I waited impatiently. He finally showed up with Terry in tow.
"I'll call you in the morning." He said turning, dismissing Terry. "You have a car?" He asked me.
I nodded toward the parking lot and we starting walking.