Part V
...[strike]DIVERS[/strike] WRESTLERS DO IT DEEPER...
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After I got Dathan retied to the bed frame and it was clear he wasn't going to wake up easily I lifted his thick cock up off his belly, retracted his delicious foreskin and gave his swollen plum a long wet kiss with licks. Then quietly strolled out the door to call on our neighbors below.
I went to my car to get my cell phone and a Binaca breath spray from the glove compartment. I didn't want to be without a phone if this turned out to be a mistake.
As I stood in front of the door to 113 I took out my Binaca and gave my mouth a couple squirts for the burn. Then without hesitation I knocked on the door and braced myself. I had a big grin as the door opened then went blank when I didn't recognize the dude that answered it. I realized in that split second that I didn't know the guys name that offered me free tickets, but what was worse, I completely forgot the wrestler's name too. It was on the tip of my tongue but I was mesmerized at the gentleman's bare chest that stood before me.
"Aaa, hi,” I managed to squeeze out as I searched my memory for clues as to where I was and why I was there.
"How much do I owe you?" the guy asked as he opened his wallet and shuffled through his cash.
"Huh? I said, briefly wondering how much I should charge.
Then he looked at me with a confused glance at my hands, "Where are the pizzas? Wait...you're not from Domino's are you? You're that guy we saw from upstairs that Diesel and Kel keep talking about?"
""Yes, I am supp...aaa...who? I mean..,”
He interrupted me, "I know why you're here, come on in. Oh cool, here comes my food,” he said as I looked behind me to see a Domino's Pizza car pulling onto the lot and driving toward us. I walked past him and found two more men greeting me.
"Hi,” said a man laying across the bed wearing a towel around his waist and reading a magazine.
"Hello,” I heard from one of the chairs at the table near the window. He was the only one I'd seen so far that was fully dressed. I suspected he was waiting on pizza as I watched him take a gulp from his long neck beer bottle.
"Hi, how are you?" I said, looking back and forth at both of them to make sure neither one felt left out in any way. These guys were all big and muscular. I felt ridiculously underweight and out of shape. The last thing I needed to do was piss one of them off, but so far everyone had been really polite and the only tension I'd sensed all evening was upstairs sleeping off his selfish orgasm.
I sort of felt out of place though until the pizza delivery guy left and they invited me to have a slice. I declined as the door linking the next room opened and the ice machine dude walked in and saw me. I could hear other voices in that room but from where I was I didn't see anyone.
"Oh great, you made it. And you look a lot better than you did earlier,” he said with a smile. "I'm Brick, and this is Gunner [the guy in the towel], and that's Hammerhead and Salem [the dude with the awesome chest and wallet] at the table,” he informed me as everyone told me hello again.
"And you are...?" Brick said, waiting for me to fill in the blank. I wanted to say something cool and tough sounding because they all had such great names, but all I could come up with was the simple truth.
"Mark, I'm Mark and it's nice to meet everyone,”
After Brick grabbed a couple boxes of pizza I followed him into the conjoining room where the television revealed most of the voices I'd been hearing. But there was Kel on one of the beds laying butt naked on his stomach watching TV. I know he caught me beginning to smile before I subdued it.
Brick introduced me as he put the pizzas on the table, "Kelly, his is Marco...Marco this is Kel Starling, the UFF champion,”
"Hello,” I said, offering him my hand. "I didn't recognize you without all the feathers,”
He smiled and lifted up giving me a perfect view of his muscular abs and penis hanging under him. We shook hands while I tried not to stare down and I began to relax from the smile he had on his face.
"You liked my boa?" he chuckled.
"I adore all kinds of snakes,” I said with a loose double entendre, knowing damn well he would get it right off.
"I thought so. Didn't I tell you Brick? I told these guys you looked like a snake charmer. Sit down and relax,” he told me patting the bed beside him as he turned about to put his feet on the floor and get his drink from off the nightstand.
"Thanks,” I replied as I sat down. I looked over at Brick going through the pizza to select the right piece, when I heard the bathroom door open behind us.
With a mouthful of pepperoni and stuffed crust Brick mumbled, "It's about time. I thought you might have drown,” then introduced me to the final member of their wrestling team, "This is Diesel, Marco..,”
"Actually Mark is fine,” I said humbly.
But Brick insisted on the new pseudonym he'd given me, "Nonsense,” he playfully quipped, "Marco, this is Kel's personal bodyguard, Diesel Fire,”
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Fire,” standing up to shake his hand, then seeing he was naked except for the towel that hung down covering his privates as he dried his chest and neck. He was older that the others but just as well built.
"Call me Diesel. Mr. Fire is my father,” he said smiling with a wink.
Brick walked past Diesel claiming the bathroom and I heard him complaining about the mess, "I hate being the last one to shower,” He shouted as the door closed. Kel and Diesel ignored his rant and Diesel asked me what I wanted to drink. After he fixed me a rum and coke I sat on the bed opposite Kel as he had laid back down to watch TV again. Diesel was sitting at the table eating pizza in his boxer shorts, and I never got a good look at his junk.
We all engaged in small talk around the room--where we were from and such. Diesel was retired from the ring, and he'd been a former champion as well. Kel had been married and divorced from his high school sweetheart. And despite what I'd originally thought not all these gentlemen were homosexual. Only Kel (who was technically bi), Salem and Gunner were gay. Oddly enough there seemed to be no animosity at all toward one another over lifestyle choices. When Diesel made an offhand remark about liking pussy too much to be any good at sucking dick, I giggled.
"Don't let him fool you Marco, he's found a sugar-mama and her daddy's rich, but he likes dick as much as anyone else,”
"Yeah, you wish,” Diesel said with a mouthful of pizza and acting nonchalant as he sipped a beer.
"I do actually; did you see the size of his cock?" Kel asked me with a serious look. "It's a shame it's not put to better use,”
I laughed at their playfulness, still feeling a little out of place. Here I am sitting between a naked gay man and a nearly naked straight man with an enormous penis. This was all so surreal.
"Maybe you're not paying him enough?" I interjected, trying to fit into the conversation.
"I have offered him good money for just one night but he's sticking to his guns,”
"As soon as they outlaw the vagina I'll let all you homos ride my dick for free, but not until,” he informed us. "Now I'm getting dressed and going down to the lounge to find some of that sticky wet sliver. You're welcome to come along and see how it's done,” and with that Diesel went into the other room where the others were getting dressed to hit the bar too.
I tipped my glass up and drank the rest of my rum then I looked over at Kel's arched back that introduced his bubbly butt. He asked if I liked what I saw, smiling at me. It was at that moment I first felt the urge to kiss him.
I got up to make another drink and I could see through the doorway that everyone but Gunner was getting dressed to leave. He was still in his towel reading his magazine among the chaos.
[to be continued]
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