Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (13 page)

He came to the bunker.

Chalky and Padrig were waiting for him, towel at the ready as well as their open arms. Jasper accepted them both, making sure he groped both of their arses.

“He’s a tough nut, isn’t he?” Chalky asked.

“He’s scared,” Jasper said, matter-of-factly. “I can see it in his eyes. I just hope I can keep him held long enough to get the points and that the referee doesn’t give him a sympathy vote for that penalty in yesterday’s match.”

“Yeah, my arse is still tingling from all that thick Ukrainian thumb I had shoved up it,” Padrig said with a laugh.

Chalky came and kissed Padrig. “Your arse is always tingling, you big soft hearted romantic.”

Jasper let out a chuckle, too. Padrig and Chalky were the best. “I’d say it’s because I pounded you good and hard last night, more the fact. Not only did your arse tingle, your butt begged for more.”

The whistle blew.

“Time for me to go, guys. Wish me luck.” Jasper went to the entrance of the bunker.

“Hey, you don’t need it. You’ll have this guy pinned and we’ll all be fucking each other in no time like good little boys,” Padrig said, slapping Jasper on his buttocks.

Jasper pounced from the wall. “I sure hope so,” he called back.

The whistle blew again, and once more Vladimir and Jasper locked horns, gripping each other tight. The man growled. Was that a sign that he had come out this turn with a new found sense of determination? Jasper had to think quick. He didn’t want this to turn the tide of the match.

He decided to use an old tactic, one that if he could pull it off, would gain him an advantage.

“I don’t believe it, folks. Jasper has gone into a death roll!”

Jasper gritted his teeth as he used all his strength to turn Vladimir around and around. The grid and all the crowd that surrounded him spun until they were nothing but a blur. But Jasper kept on going. Tighter and tighter he drew in his opponent as he twisted him like a crocodile would its prey. How he managed to grapple Vladimir around his torso and bear hug him at the same time was anyone’s guess, but that’s what he did. 

Then it happened.

“Oh my fucking godfather, there are chunks of breakfast floating all over the grid.”

Vladimir threw up.

The referee blew the whistle. For the longest moment the grid continued to spin even though Jasper now held onto the support holds for dear life. He had to admit he didn’t feel too well himself. He’d been a bit too enthusiastic in his manoeuvre, that’s for sure. Still. It worked. Vladimir looked rattled, as well as green.  

Then the score board reflected Jasper’s efforts. He was now five clear points ahead. “One more point and I’ll have this sucker,” he mumbled to himself while the referee called for the end of the turn.

Jasper pushed himself from the holds, heading for the team bunker. Chalky was jumping up in the air, clapping his hand enthusiastically. Padrig wore a smile on his lips he’d so like to enhance by shoving his erection down his throat.

But that was all for later.

For the here and now there was a medal to win, and as Jasper entered the bunker he couldn’t help but get excited, his adrenalin soaking his body with the anticipation of victory.

“How was
that
?” Jasper asked, his emotions almost getting the better of him for he was pleased he had gained back the advantage without too much physical pushing and pulling.

“That was fucking brilliant. I can’t believe he spewed his guts up though. Poor baby. Perhaps he needs something more substantial in his stomach, hey?” Padrig said, motioning the
cock sucking
gesture with his hand and mouth.

Jasper laughed. He couldn’t help it. He felt giddy after such a resounding result for the turn. “I don’t think he could manage that, my man.”

Chalky slapped Jasper on his buttocks. “What’s the use of a bloke who can’t keep it down once he’s swallowed, hey?”

All three laughed together. Jasper loved these moments, and really, to him, this was what wrestling was all about.

Then three red signal lights sounded, knocking them from their jovial mood.

“What’s happened?” Chalky said, reiterating Jasper’s thoughts to perfection.

“I don’t believe this. In fact, if you had told me earlier that this would have happened, then I would have laughed in your face. Folks, Vladimir Koojak has withdrawn. Seems he is unable to go on and cites medical reasons for his withdrawal. If you asked me he just got too spooked by the sheer brute strength and brilliant tactics of Jasper Arnold. My god, imagine him giving you some loving, you’d be praying for weeks afterward. So there you have it. Vladimir has pulled out of the match. Geezussss! The game and the match and the gold medal has gone to Australia. They have done it. They have done it. I’m so excited I think I’m going to pass out. All that’s left now is to watch the gold medal presentation tomorrow at seven. Until then, we’d better get back to Chuck in the main studio before I lose my lunch as well.”

Jasper, Chalky and Padrig let all of their emotions go and all at once, too, when the news of the withdrawal hit home. They hugged and cheered and slapped each other over every part of their bodies. They laughed and cried and laughed and cried some more. The sheer raw feeling of winning the game almost overwhelmed Jasper. He not only wanted his team, over and over again. He wanted Carlos, too. To share such a thing with his new boyfriend would be the greatest reward besides the gold medal being placed around his neck. 

When coach Andrew came into the bunker, they were still at it. Rolling around on the floor, wrestling each other, too. Laughing and carrying on like school boys on graduation day. Finally, and after the coach had joined in, offering his screams of joy to their mix of yells of victory, Jasper got to his feet.

Chalky said, “I think we’d better all go get our dicks, gentlemen. This is going to be one hell of a night.”

*** 

  When near the reattachment centre’s doors, and the crowds had been parted by the guards so that Jasper and his team could get their belongings, Carlos came into view.

“Carlos!” Jasper yelled out, the euphoric feeling still abuzz within him.

Padrig and Chalky gave Jasper one of those,
ah-ha
looks when Carlos ran to come and embrace Jasper, adding a couple of very sensual kisses for good measure.

“So this is the man that’s got our captain all hot under the collar?” Padrig winked. “By the Mother of Mary, he is a damn fine example of the species, isn’t he?”

Jasper returned Carlos’s kiss, deeper and sending in his tongue, too. The experience of having his boyfriend here at the moment of victory only served to enhance all the joy that had consumed him.

“He sure is,” Jasper whispered when he had parted their kiss.

“Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Had a coach’s meeting.”

“Oh, I like those meetings. Nothing motivates an athlete more than getting a good hard fuck from their coach,” Chalky said.

Carlos sighed. “Unfortunately my coach is straight.”

“Damn. What a waste.” Padrig slapped Carlos on his back.

Carlos smiled, one that Jasper come to know as that of want. “It doesn’t bother me, really. Each to their own. But I do think we should all go celebrate your win when you’re all whole. How about it?”

Jasper’s stomach turned in that delicious way, and if he had his cock attached right now it would be bulging with appreciation. “Don’t you have training?”

“That was the reason for the meeting. I have a rest day before the marathon later tomorrow. Lucky me, because that means I can have some quality time with my big, strong man now, doesn’t it?” Carlos again kissed Jasper.

“Say, can we join you?” Chalky asked. “Paddy and me won the game, too, you know.”

Carlos laughed. “I don’t see why not. What do you reckon, Jasper, baby?”

Jasper let out a hungry for man-loving growl, bringing Carlos tighter into his embrace and causing his boyfriend’s smile to broaden. “I don’t care so long as I’ve got me some loving from all the men I love.”

When they had reattached their dicks, and once more in the team bunker back at the grid, Jasper came to kiss Carlos, let him know that now was the time they could be together. Besides, he couldn’t wait another moment. Pre-cum was already dribbling from his piss slit in anticipation. If he had to wait any longer he wouldn’t need lube.

“Just get your gear off, Carlos,” Jasper said when he parted their kiss. “I don’t think me and the boys can wait any longer.”

Padrig helped Carlos remove his clothes. When naked, Padrig and Chalky gasped. Carlos was also ready for action, standing proud and tall and erect as all hell. His smile was there, too, as welcoming as his cock that demanded them to feast their gaze upon it. Jasper came to embrace his boyfriend.  

“Fuck me good and hard, that’s some nice meat, you’ve got there, Carlos,” Chalky said, that steely look of determination striking his eyes.

Jasper knew his eager team mate wanted to get on his knees and suck on Carlos like a babe at a teat. But he also knew that Carlos was a guest in their bunker. “You’re the centre of attention, my man. What do you want to do? We’ll go at your pace.”

Padrig and Chalky were holding each other. Chalky had his other hand on his own cock, jerking himself off, keeping his erection so that he would be ready for anything. “I don’t care what we do, this is so damn fuckin hot,” Chalky said, his gaze fixed on Carlos.

Carlos, with a smooth and casual voice, said. “I want you all to come around so I can suck you off in turn. Then, Jasper, my big, strong man, I want you to fuck me good and hard. How does that sound?”

Chalky took in the air through his teeth. “You are a gay man’s dream, Carlos, buddy.”

Jasper moved so that he could get the stool for his boyfriend. “He sure is a dream.”

Carlos sat on the stool provided, opening his legs so that he could remain comfortable while in his aroused state. “You’re first, Chalky.”

Chalky didn’t hesitate.

He came so that he could place his cock onto Carlos’s lips, retracting his foreskin so that his head could have all the attention of his tongue. Pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. Jasper and Padrig came to stand next to Chalky, offer Carlos support by caressing him while he worked Chalky’s length.

The sight of Carlos’s nose deep in Chalky’s pubes, the sound of sucking and slurping in the air, was nothing short of amazing. Jasper’s stomach turned in that delicious way it did whenever he saw something that excited him.

Carlos cupped Chalky’s balls while he worked his length, too. All Chalky could do was moan while he was being blown. That, and mumbling a couple of corny porn lines. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Oh fuck.”

Then Carlos came away, licking his lips. Chalky’s cock was slick with his attention. “Now you, Padrig.”

Chalky stepped aside, making sure he continued to touch himself while he waited for more attention from whoever was willing to provide it. He wouldn’t have to wait long with so many eager mouths and arses around him.

Padrig’s groans of delight soon filled the bunker. Again, seeing those beautiful lips of Carlos’s work along Padrig’s length, wetting him, pleasuring him, was something that stirred Jasper onto even more carnal thoughts than he already had. He couldn’t wait until it was his turn.

“You now, my big, strong man,” Carlos said, wiping saliva from his chin and once Padrig had taken his cock out of his mouth.

“I have other ideas,” Jasper said, helping Carlos up from the stool. “Lie down. I want to have you. You deserve some loving, my man.”

“I brought the protection,” Carlos whispered as he came to embrace, Jasper.

A moment later, and after Jasper had placed on the condom and added ample amounts of lube, he was at Carlos’s rim with his tongue. The smell of his wonderful musk overwhelming his senses, and he was spurred on to lick him all over, his balls included. Jasper was in heaven, especially as he could hear Padrig and Chalky giving each other their loving, too. 

Carlos opened his legs wider, holding them up behind his knees so that his arsehole was even more than available for his lover. Jasper obeyed his boyfriend’s intention. Seemed he loved to be licked. Who could blame him? From experience Jasper knew that Carlos would be swimming in a swarm of pleasure, his spin tingling as his rim was stimulated.  

Jasper couldn’t help but smile as he worked his tongue in circles around his boyfriend’s arsehole. Even Carlos’s balls quivered as his whole body shuddered. Air was sucking in, before he finally managed, “Take me quick, baby. Take me.” His voice was like a desperate cry. A cry soaked with a need, a hunger for their relationship to be consummated.  

Jasper didn’t hesitate.

He was in position, his hardness pressed against Carlos’s warmth within seconds of his cry out for more. Without a word, Jasper grabbed Carlos by his waist and used that leverage to push himself deep inside his boyfriend. After the initial hesitation, Carlos’s arsehole relented. Jasper sunk his length in as far as he could go. Gaining a rhythm so he could stimulate his boyfriend’s prostate, give him all the pleasure he could ever want.

Carlos was now writhing underneath Jasper, his eyelids closed tight, his face a mask of both pleasure and pain. He mumbled words, but Jasper couldn’t catch them. Then again, he didn’t need to. It was clear the man was in heaven.

A long moment after the initial entry, Carlos let out a cry, louder and with more intent than any he had done before. Jasper looked down just in time to see his boyfriend’s cock spurt out his cum all over his stomach and chest. The sight was beautiful and one that made Jasper orgasm, too. He just couldn’t hold on any longer, anyway. This was all too good.

When he had given as much as he could give, his energy spent, his muscles heated so that he was sweating like a race horse, filling the condom to capacity, he pulled out.

Carlos opened his eyelids. “Come to me.”

They embraced.

Jasper kissed his boyfriend. Over and over their tongues danced and chased each others. In the background he could hear Chalky and Padrig also reach their climax. The bunker was well and truly filled with the sound of both love and victory tonight. That pleased Jasper. He had succeeded as a team captain and as a lover. What more could he want?