Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (11 page)

Jasper slapped Chalky on his buttocks, their traditional starting move. “Don’t forget your mouth guard, Chalky my man. Then you’ll be right to go.”

Chalky smiled. “I can’t even feel my teeth after last night’s fucking and cock sucking action, you know. My tongue is still numb, too.” He chuckled, placing in his guard.

“Good. There’s plenty more where that came from. Now get out there and don’t forget the Ukrainian likes to stay close to the wall. Don’t let him get into your blind spot. You’ll lose points.”

“Yeah, sure thing, captain.”

The call to the grid whistle blew.

Chalky sprung off the bunker wall, soaring with the grace of an eagle into the centre of the wrestling grid. Hand holds stopping him from slamming into the opposite wall. Jasper smiled like he always did as he watched Chalk moved. The man sure knew how his body worked. That was a good thing. He just hoped it was good enough to out manoeuvre the Ukrainian.

“Thanks, Chuck. Well, put me in a red dress and call me Martha, I’m as excited as a bee in a glass jar over this game, let me tell you folks. Not only do we have the simply gorgeous looking team of Australia competing in their first ever gold medal game, they are against the darlings of the wrestling world, too. The tough as nails and hard as cocks Ukrainians will show no mercy even though they are odds on to lose at least two of the three divisions represented in the modern wrestling world and this game. Speaking of divisions, the game will be a best of three match with all three weight classes taken into account. In other words, folks, weee Nelly, we’ll have some hot wrestling action right here as I’ve just heard the starting whistle. Chalky Jones is competing against Boris Youngstone in the light weight division that will be nothing but pure wrestling ecstasy.”

Coach Andrew and Padrig came to stand beside Jasper in the viewing box to the left of their team bunker.

“I sure hope Chalky can keep his wits about him. That Boris is a fucking tough son-of-a-bitch. He won’t use any dirty tactics, just his muscle,” Padrig said.

The second whistle blew and the referee began his pre-match pep talk. Chalky once more had that steely look of determination in his eyes. Eyes that were so fucking hot when he looked up begging for more while he sucked cock. Jasper felt himself stir. Not only for the thought of being with his team in the meeting room again, but of what he could look forward to with Carlos tonight. The man had contacted him. A good sign that he was interested after so much time to cool off his thoughts.

When the athletes were in position, the green signal sounded. Chalky pounced, coming to Boris like lightening. Both men were soon locked in combat, not one wanting to relent to the other. They were perhaps too perfectly matched. Jasper gasped as the seconds ticked by, their struggle to gain supremacy clear.

Unfortunately, Chalky had lost ground on the grid. Seemed Boris could indeed use his mass a bit better than what Jasper would have liked.

The referee blew his whistle.

Both competitors parted. Chalky came back to the bunker, a thirty second rest break declared. So far Boris was at the advantage, two points ahead of Chalky.

“Fucking hell, he’s like moving a mountain out there,” Chalky said. Sweat in great droplets trickled down his temples.

Padrig kissed the sweat off Chalky’s lips, then said, “Just use his own force against him. Remember, while he’s trying to push you give way just enough so he comes off balance. Then you’ve got him.”

Chalky nodded. “Yeah, but if I pull away too much he’ll have me at the wall.”

Jasper placed his arm around Chalky’s waist, bringing him close. “We believe in you, Chalky, my man.”

The whistle sounded.

“Well blow me down with a feather folks, seems Chalky Jones might have met his match here. Boris is just too strong. And by jingo, I believe he looks to be the better man on the day. Notice the power and follow through with the Ukrainian’s actions as he uses the supports to full advantage all over the grid. I fear for Chalky on this one. Sure, there are no outright winning moves from the defensive position, but at the end of the day, those with the most points win the round and all that’s needed is a six point advantage and the game is over.”

Chalky sprang from the wall again. This time Jasper couldn’t help but get the feeling he’d been spooked by Boris even though he had tried to give him the best encouragement he could. Sure, Chalky might lose the match, but it was the team captain that wore the pain. Jasper took everything his team did personally, that’s the only way they had survived as a strong unit all these years as they lived, ate and slept together.

“C’mon, Chalky!” Jasper screamed at the top of his lungs with the crowd.

Chalky and Boris were once more locked in each other’s hold. As the seconds ticked by, Boris was able to force Chalky onto the defensive, bringing him closer to the wall. Inch by inch Chalky lost ground, the look of sheer and absolute determination on Boris’s face was frightening to behold. Jasper bit his lip, nervousness taking over all his thoughts and emotions.

“Watch your back!” Padrig yelled.

All too late. Chalky misjudged the strength of a push made by Boris when Chalky had entered the danger zone on the grid. Sure, Chalky had tried to push back, try and lock his opponent in any sort of hold that would gain him points, but he became overwhelmed too easily. Unable to recover, Chalky was pinned. The longest couple of seconds passed before three red light signals ignited the grid. The referee blew the whistle for the final time.

Chalky had lost the match.

The crowd on the Australian support side of the Yokohama complex fell silent. Padrig and the coach had fallen silent, too.   

Jasper swore, but couldn’t help but feel admiration for the effort Chalky had put into the match. It was a tough battle, one Chalky would hopefully learn from.

“Geez Louise, that’s it! What a complete surprise and yet, on paper, kind of expected. Boris Youngstone has taken out victory in this first round game for the gold medal. I hate to admit it, but Jasper will have to pull out something quite special if the team are to win the next round and stay in contention. Phew, what a game. I’m having heart palpitations here. I can’t wait until tomorrow when the zero-G wrestling continues at the magnificent Yokohama complex. Back to you Chuck.”

When Chalky entered the bunker, covered in sweat and looking as depressed as ever, Jasper, Padrig and Andrew embraced him, lavishing sweet kisses on his weary face.

Through lips stained with his tears, Chalky said, “Let’s just hit the showers.”

Jasper knew that nothing could be said in the here and now that could cheer Chalky up or even the team right now, but he turned to look at Andrew, give him one of those now-is-the-right-time-to-act looks. In Jasper’s opinion, a team building exercise was called for right now, one that would refresh the good times they spent together. Whether that involve physical love or any other sort of activity, it didn’t matter. Now was the time they needed each other the most.

Andrew nodded. “I think a quick game of spot rugby in the locker room will take our minds off things for a moment before we rub each other down in the showers. What you all say?” The coach produced a football from a locker, throwing it. Once he had done so, he stripped down. Jasper noted that he hadn’t detached his penis. Then again, why would he. He wasn’t competing.

Padrig caught the football, charging toward the locker room.

“Sure thing, coach,” Chalky mumbled as he plucked a fresh towel off a rail and dabbed himself down.

When all were in the locker room, Andrew placed a foot casually onto the bench Chalky and Padrig sat upon. He said, “Now, before we begin, I just want to remind you that we got to the gold medal match for a reason. We’re the conquerors and we won’t be beaten, not ever. We will not only win tomorrow’s round, we’ll smash the opponents to the wall. Am I right?”

“Yes, coach,” Jasper said, pulling up a stool so he could remain within touch of his team mates. They were close, and a loss affected them all on a deep level.

“I can’t hear you,” Andrew said, getting another football off the shelf above him, slapping its leather for emphasis.

Before anyone could answer, get swept away by the coach’s words, a
Galactic Gazette
reporter burst into the room and snapped a picture of the team on an instant relay camera.

Within seconds of the reporter taking the photo, and Jasper chasing him out of the team bunker, the news tablet the coach produced from his desk beeped. What was on screen revealed the weight of their woes.   

Chapter Two 

 The Galactic Gazette

Australian Zero-G Wrestling team in Disarray

{NEWSPAPER PHOTO: FOUR NAKED MEN SIT ON BENCHES IN A FOOTBALL LOCKER MAN, LOOKING AT THE VIEWER SMOLDERING LOOKS.}

 
 
The Zero-G wrestling Team from left to right: Coach, Andrew Macmillion; Middle weight, Padrig O’Malley; Light weight, Chalky Jones; Heavy weight and team Captain, Jasper Arnold.

After a shock round one loss in the gold medal match, the Australian Zero-G wrestling team competing in the 150th Olympiad on board the geosynchronous orbiting 'Olympic Park' facility, couldn't even use a light game of spot rugby to cheer them up earlier today. Has their loss affected more than their moral? Or will their captain, Jasper Arnold be able to drag his team up from the doldrums so they can win the next round and stay in contention for the gold medal? If they can win two of the three rounds, it will be the first time Australia has won such an accolade and all of our hopes are right there with the guys as they get ready for round two in the best of three game for gold! Go Australia!

To read on, click on the read on icon on the bottom right of your tablet. “The Galactic Gazette, news that matters in an instant.”

“Damn fucking press,” Andrew said as he threw the news tablet across the locker room floor, smashing it to pieces. “I’m going to launch an inquiry as to how that bastard got in here. There’ll be hell to pay, mark my words. Mark my words.” The coach stormed out of the locker room, not bothering to dress.

Jasper offered Chalky his hand. “C’mon, my man. Let me wash you down after we’ve all got our dicks back. I think the best thing is to just hit the showers like you had suggested in the first place.”

“Yeah, sure thing, captain,” Chalky said, a faint smile crossing his lips. A smile that got wider when Padrig came and embraced him. “But I think you should both rub me down. That’ll cheer me up quite considerably, don’t you agree?”

“Anything for you, Chalky,” Padrig replied.

All three, hand in hand, headed for the reattachment centre. A few fans were there to offer their support, but not like the numbers of yesterday. One or two asked for skin to be autographed, but no other words were spoken between the team until they were back in the locker room and Jasper was turning on the shower.

While the steam filled the air, Chalky climbed into the large cubicle, designed for them all to fit comfortably within. “What a day,” he said with a sigh.

Padrig came to embrace him, offer him a sensual kiss as the water cascaded over their bodies. When parted, he said, “Things can only get better, thank the Mother of the Saints above.”

Jasper grabbed the soap and began washing Chalky, massaging him while he worked it up to a lather. Soon, both he and Padrig were running their hands over Chalky’s skin, easing the tension of the day within his mind and his muscles. The actions they did must have worked, Chalky’s cock became engorged, his foreskin retracting of its own accord.

A heartbeat later, Padrig was on his knees. He cupped Chalky’s balls, rolling them around gently within his fingers. “You’re so beautiful,” he said before he took as much of Chalky’s length as he could into his mouth, making sure Padrig licked his frenulum before he did so. An action Jasper knew would have made Chalky shiver inside with delight. 

Chalky gasped, his lips moist and so sexy from the shower’s water.

Jasper said, “I think I know what will make you even happier, my man.”

Before Chalky could answer, Jasper was on his knees, too. The warm water running all over him, making everything he did hot and sensual. He kissed Padrig on his cheek while Chalky’s cock was deep in his mouth. A signal to let him know that he had to share this experience.  

Padrig came away, understanding Jasper’s intent. Chalky’s cock bulged from the attention it had just received, veins filled to capacity. Then, together, both Jasper and Padrig kissed and took turns licking and sucking and enjoying Chalky’s throbbing cock. It was the least they could do for their team mate who had been defeated in the heat of battle. The least they could do to make him feel better. He hadn’t let them down. Losses happened. How could the high of victory be gauged if there was no defeat? All they could do now was hope for that victorious euphoria tomorrow when it was Padrig’s turn to wrestle in round two.   

All Chalky could do was moan with delight, scrunch up Jasper and Padrig’s hair as he climbed up more and more toward ecstasy. Seconds later, and with a yell out of sheer joy, Chalky’s hot cum shot out to mingle with the water of the shower and the saliva in both of their mouths in equal measure. Chalky tasted sweet. Jasper smiled, swallowing the share of sperm he had been given, knowing that his team mate had been eating well, sticking to fruits and all the good things that kept his body toned and damn fine.  God he loved him so. God he loved Padrig so, too.

Jasper got up, continuing to kiss and wash Chalky. Padrig did the same. Finally, when they were done, satisfied that Chalky was clean of any doubt about his match, Jasper turned off the water. The air was soon cleared of steam, but not of their passion for one another.  

“You got that hot date tonight, haven’t you, Jasper?” Padrig asked.

Jasper winked. “Sure have.”

“Well, we all better get dry and dressed so you can hurry up and show us this man who has stolen your heart. I bet he’s a looker, too,” Chalky said, that smile of his returning in full. Their loving in the shower for him must have worked.