Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (9 page)
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Jules was still for a few minutes, then raised his head and looked around, blinking his eyes against the light.
“Cat nap?” Jules nodded and stretched out, grinding their naked groins together, creating the most delicious friction between their cocks. Both started showing renewed interest. He used his tongue to trace the tribal design running across Rommy’s strong chest.
“Tell me about this one.” Jules was tracing the modified Yin-Yang symbol on Rommy’s shoulder.
“Idealistic youth. The cat yin to the dog yang. Opposites attracting and balancing each other.”
“Well, we seemed to attract and balance pretty well here.” He idly traced the spiky designs along Rommy’s bicep and forearm.
Rommy chuckled as he nuzzled against Jules’ hair
“What’s so funny?” Jules asked, grinding his hips down a little harder.
“Us. You do realize we are a walking, talking fucking cliché, right?”
“Well, you finally got the fucking part, at least.” Jules ground down again, then stretched up to kiss Rommy’s nose.
“I’m serious. I am a dog named Romeo. You are a cat named Julius.”
“So that whole tree incident was our own fucked-up balcony scene? Does that make me the sun?” he asked, blinking dramatically.
Rommy chuckled as Jules continued his paraphrased melodramatic soliloquy.
“Deny thy species and refuse thy nature, and I’ll no longer be a cat. That which we call a dog by any other name would be so sexy.” Jules scooted forward and kissed Rommy, long and firm.
“You know it didn’t turn out too well for them.”
“Well, we’ve re-written the leads. We’ll just have to re-write the ending, too.”
Rommy pulled Jules tighter into his arms and rolled him onto his back, marking him with a gentle kiss. He reached one hand in between them to grasp their rapidly filling cocks in one hand and begin stroking.
“Count on it.”
Copyright ©2010 Xara X. Xanakas
THE CONQUERORS by Mark Alders
I've Been a VERY bad girl this year, I just can't help myself. I keep sneaking into locker rooms and spying on the boys... but I got caught before all the interesting stuff started. Could you tell me what happened with these hotties??
{PHOTO INSERT: Four naked men sit on benches in a football locker room, looking at the viewer with smoldering looks.}
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Chapter One
“Welcome sports fans to the games of the one-hundred and fiftieth Olympiad. What a sensational line up of action we have for you on this beautiful morning now that the Perseid meteor shower has moved on beyond the complex here high above Earth’s atmosphere. I’ve been informed that the Olympic Park venue is cruising some thirty kilometres above sea level in geosynchronous orbit, but really, the action is so thick and fast here no one really cares. Let’s pick up proceedings from within the Yokohama complex where the zero-G wrestling grid is providing its share of some fantastic entertainment. The game about to start is between Chalky Jones, representing Australia, and Yoshi Guo of Japan. Over to you, Howard.”
“You right to go, Chalky, my man?” Jasper slapped his team mate on his bare, muscular buttocks.
Through his mouth guard, Chalky, all smooth and hairless no matter where Jasper looked and admired, replied, “Yeah, sure thing, captain.”
Jasper loved the
International Olympic Committee’s
ruling of twenty five-hundred that all athletes, both male and female, must compete naked. Stopped anyone using cybernetic devices or organic enhancers. Nothing worse than a cheat. Besides, seeing all that fit flesh running around sure got sports damn good ratings, too. “Good. Good. Now go pin that sucker to the wall or hold him as best you can. You do that and we’ll get the clear points, the gold medal game in our sights, okay?”
Chalky glanced to his captain. The look of determination in his eyes, the hunger for victory and the celebration afterward more than clear to Jasper.
The call to the grid whistle blew.
Jasper smiled, watching Chalky push himself from the team’s bunker wall and glide into the grid area, free-fall style. The gravity turbines were off, weightlessness the result. Fuck, he hoped Chalky could manage against the Japanese competitor. He was a slippery one, able to get out of locks as easy as a fish from bare hands.
“Thanks, Chuck. Yes, folks, this match is going to be tight, there’s no doubt about it, whoohoo! We have two very close competitors here, both in style and strength. Sure is going to be interesting to see how the points will tally up, as I think an all out pin to the wall will be a remote chance. I also think the referees know this, so they’ll keep a close eye on all the moves.”
The second whistle blew.
Both competitors came to the centre area of the grid, held onto the floating support holds scattered about the grid, shook hands, and listened to the referee give his spiel on good sportsmanship before they separated, waiting for the green light. Chalky looked even more determined, his brow creased, his sexy blue eyes a steely gaze. His six pack and every other muscle on his body bulging with anticipation as he got into position.
Jasper couldn’t help but keep the smile on his lips. “Go, Chalky!” he screamed out with the rest of the crowd until his voice was hoarse. The air was electric, the tension so real that Jasper could swear his heart refused to beat while he waited for the go signal from the referee.
Once more, Jasper sent his gaze over Chalky. Sure, checking out Chalky’s cock wasn’t an option these days, especially since the rules of play had been amended after all the blatant grabbing that went on to try and gain an advantage, especially in wrestling. From within two Olympics of the IOC
naked competitor
ruling for fairness, all male competitors had to have their genitals detached before any event.
Jasper glanced between his legs. Seeing nothing there, other than what looked like a flat skin bridge, sure took some getting used to. Still, better than having one’s balls ripped out of their sack, as happened to that poor Russian fellow way back in twenty-five hundred and eight. Jasper shuddered at that thought, felt sick to the stomach, in fact. Taking a piss, getting horny thoughts, even readjusting one’s self, all had to be put on hold until the game was done and retrieval and reattachment was achieved.
The green signal sounded, knocking Jasper from his reverie. Chalky flew from his starting position like a cat would on unsuspecting prey, his leg muscles taut. It was a beautiful sight, poetry in motion.
“Yee haaa, and a here we go! Seems Chalky started well, able to move Yoshi back a bit on the grid. That’ll get him a point. Ah, yes, the ref has now ordered a break. Looks to me like there was an illegal hold and both competitors were unable to gain any advantage. Yes, wait. It was an illegal hold. (whistle sounds) The representative from Japan got too frisky there folks and tried to gain advantage just a bit too eagerly, I think. That might have cost him, but still, the tactic may have worked. Chalky looks a bit rattled. Can he come back with the same enthusiasm from this next defensive start? Stay tuned to find out as we grab a word from our sponsor, cryo-freeze—freeze your family for your sanity and your life.”
Jasper grabbed a towel.
Chalky pushed his way toward his captain, using one of the extra supports that had come down from the ceiling. The other member of the team, a well built bloke named Padrig, joined Jasper in offering encouragement to their comrade.
“You’re doin’ great there, Chalky,” Padrig said, slapping him on his back and pecking him on his cheek at the same time.
Chalky nodded. Sweat had gathered on his brow, his skin a nice sheen from his efforts. “Sure, sure.”
“Don’t let the fucker rattle you. Stay frosty,” Padrig said.
Again Chalky nodded.
Jasper dabbed the towel across Chalky’s brow. “You hang in there. You’re ahead on points. That’s all that matters. Do as Padrig says, stay cool, okay?”
“He’s playing a bit dirty,” Chalky said. “The weasel.”
Jasper smiled. “Not as dirty as we’re all going to get later when you win this.”
Padrig laughed, also coming to slap Chalky on his back. “When I get my dick back, it’s so going in that tight arsehole of yours, if you can pull this off.” He then kissed Chalky again, this time square on his lips. The sight of their tongues touching, a glimpse of shared saliva, made Jasper’s stomach turn in a delicious way. He loved how close his team were. Then again, competing and training and being with each other night and day was a natural flow of all that. When parted, Padrig added, “And I’ll suck you so hard after that you won’t need to go to the detachment centre next game.”
A glint in Chalky’s eyes more than revealed his liking for his teammate’s encouragement.
The whistle sounded.
“After the short break, the competitors are back in the grid. Gadzooks, doesn’t Chalky look a lot more relaxed since his return from the bunker? Bet his hunky team captain, Jasper Arnold, had some encouraging words to say. Sure, Chalky is their last competitor for the semi-final game, but I wouldn’t rule out Australia from this match just yet. (Green signal sounds) Whoo hoo, and again, wow, what a start. Yoshi went for the higher air and what looks to me like a half Nelson manoeuvre straight off the bat. I haven’t seen one of those for years. Are these Japanese desperate? Or are they still playing mind games? Who knows, and time will tell and all that, but from what I can see, Chalky defended himself well. He turned his defensive stance into one that was able to get him out of that hold. Some good points there.”
Jasper gasped. The half Nelson had Chalky held for a lot longer than he would have liked. Thankfully, the referee was lenient, as the hold was a little low.
Padrig came to stand beside Jasper. “He’s goin’ to be fine. This one’s in the bag.”
“Good thing Chalky shaves his legs. Otherwise he might not have been able to get out of that so easily.”
“Perhaps I should shave mine, hey? Coach might like it if my opponents don’t have stuff to hold onto.”
Jasper turned to look upon Padrig proper. He wasn’t a big, burly bloke, but he was well built all the same. He was slightly hairy and muscular and as alluring as any man he’d set his gaze upon, even his hands were huge. A good sign. Jasper also loved how his hair, thick and of the strawberry blond kind, added to the picture of what made him a man, one who oozed so much masculinity, detached cock or not. “Naw. Don’t you change a fucking thing, my man. I love getting my nose lost in that bush of yours while your cock’s deep down my throat. Besides, you’re in a different weight class to Chalky. He’s against all the twinks, the ones who’ll grab onto anything and hang on for dear life. You’re the bear wrestler, no pussy footing around for you, my friend.”
Before Padrig could answer, three red light signals ignited the grid, setting the crowd to silence.
“Shiver me timbers, what do we have here? Seems the game has been declared. The Japanese competitor was trying too hard to rile his opponent, performing too many illegal holds below the waist and around the neck. We’ll wait for the official word, but, jiminy cricket, to me it’s a foregone conclusion here folks. There may be a Japanese protest, but yes…hang on…three red lights. It’s official. The game goes to Australia. Chalky has done it. Chalky has done it! What a match. I knew it would be close, but I didn’t suspect in all the years I’ve had hot dinners that for one minute Japan would turn to such desperate acts. Goes to show, play it cool and it will go your way. Jasper must have given Chalky the right sort of Voodoo! Back to you, Chuck.”
***
Jasper, Chalky and Padrig all walked hand in hand with smiles that couldn’t be wiped away toward the reattachment centre outside the wrestling grid complex.
“You lads were awesome,” Coach Andrew Macmillan said, slapping them all on their backs. “Now see you all later for the post match meeting. I’ve got to log the win with the committee.”
The coach turned his attention elsewhere, taking his support staff with him as he left the grid building. Jasper knew what he meant by
post match meeting
. Coach liked to join in the fun. Who could blame him? Heavy fucking action, getting all hot and sweaty, was something no guy could resist.
When Jasper turned his attention back to his team mates, hundreds of fans had surrounded them. How he didn’t see them all gather, he didn’t know. Well okay, he did. He was staring at Andrew’s arse. Even though the man didn’t wrestle on a competitive level anymore, he was still damn fine.
“Can you sign my dick, Jasper? I think you’re just the best,” a stocky but somewhat attractive man in his early forties said, holding the elastic of his sweat pants down so the full view of his natural attributes could be seen. He was well endowed, which was just as well. A signing can turn out to be quite embarrassing for a poor man who isn’t long enough to fit the words
Jasper Arnold
across the length of his cock. Jasper was handed a marker by Chalky. Where he got it from was anyone’s guess.
Many fans wanted their skin decorated with Jasper’s scrawl, including three on women’s breasts, one on a handsome man’s backside and plenty more on pecs and stomachs and genitals. Jasper breathed in the sweet air of victory as he accepted the accolades. Nothing beat the feeling he had now, and when he got his own dick back, he’d let Padrig and Chalky and coach know about it, too.
Before he knew it, he had become separated from his teammates, swept away by those who offered their congratulations and skin. Still, he didn’t mind. The guards were all around and the fans were jovial. He’d meet up with his team later for their traditional post match fun, cocks at the ready.
Many minutes were spent with the public before he decided that he’d better go and get his equipment put back on, the need for his bladder to release becoming more pressing than greeting all the wrestling fans.
Inside the facility that held the athlete’s genitals, or removed them for the stasis chamber depending on whether a game was about to start or had finished, Jasper followed the sign that read, reattachment centre. The corridors that led there were sterile, all white and cold. If it wasn’t for all the other men milling about, the place would be quite disturbing. Still, getting his cock back was more important than the aesthetics of the place that held it.
When at the reattachment centre’s reception counter, and it was his turn for the front of the cue, a robot greeted him. In a cold simulated male voice, it said, “Please place your ID code into the pin pad, competing athlete.”
Jasper typed his code. JA1110002125894545AU.
“Thank you. Retrieving your genitals now. Please wait,” the robot chimed as the cylindrical wall behind it spun around, revealing thousands of slots. Most of the holes were filled with steel boxes placed behind a stasis field.
An arm from the robot reached up as a box glowed blue and was pushed by an automated system inside the cylinder an inch or so out of the slot. Such a thing indicated that his genitals were ready for retrieval and the skin inside the box at the right temperature for reattachment. Jasper knew he only had a few moments to get to the technician in the next room. Once stasis was halted, the skin died within about a half an hour.
The robot handed Jasper his box.
Jasper so wanted his cock back, if only to take a slash. He looked down at the box. The lid was made of a special stasis friendly perspex, so checking out your own dick was an easy thing to do. What Jasper saw made his heart skip a beat and his throat constrict to the point of him finding it hard to swallow. With words as calm as he could manage, he said, “I think there’s been a mistake. This isn’t my dick, my man!”
The robot’s façade remained unchanged. It’s bulb like eyes within its squarish head reflected no change other than to intensify in colour as it replied. “Are you athlete JA1110002125894545AU?”