The Wrestler - Part 10 (Final Part)

The sensitivity in my dick, mixed with the post-nut clarity should have rendered me useless, but as I followed a now clothed Jackson back down the old corridor, I was already eager for more.

"Aren't you a horny boy" Colin smirked as we returned to the bar where the team were now playing beer pong on the pool table.

"You mustn't have pleased him" Oz grinned to Jackson, who shoved him playfully.

"You up for another game, Con?" Zach asked as we approached the table. I nodded hungrily.

It felt surreal to be surrounded by a group of handsome, popular young men and not only be completely naked, but also be completely accepted by them. I'd never been the popular type, and yet for some reason, the team felt more like a family tonight than they ever had before. A small part of me felt like crying, simply out of gratitude.

"Want a wipe?" Jackson whispered in my ear as we stood by the pool table, I looked up at him curiously.

He grabbed something from a nearby table and discreetly stuffed it between my naked buttocks, wiping it upwards as my face turned violently red.

"Don't worry" he smirked, holding the napkin out "it's just my nut!".

He jokingly lifted it toward my face and I laughed as I stepped back, right onto someone's foot.

"Watchit" a thunderous voice growled and I froze as I turned around slowly.

I knew who it was before I'd even turned, and as I looked up at the giant muscular man that was Mark Jensen, I gulped loudly.

He glared at me, his dark face etched with anger and I almost lost control of my bladder.

"I... I'm s... Sorry" I stuttered, and any life that had been in my growing erection was quickly zapped.

He continued to stare, and the room seemed to fall silent as he considered his next move. He'd already knocked me out once, was he going to do it again?

I flinched as he lifted his shovel-like hand, and then watched as he extended it.

"Well done, kid" he smirked and Jackson's pat on my naked shoulder indicated that I hasn't in fact dreaming, and that Mark Jensen had just congratulated me.

I shook his bone-crushing hand nervously as he surveyed my nakedness.

"I don't know what ya'll white dudes like to do for fun" he chortled "but I ain't never seen no damn celebration like this".

The group laughed, evidently as confused by Jensen's new attitude as I was.

"But you know, I'm down for some freaky shit too" he shrugged and with not a single word of warning, dropped his shorts down his thick, bulging thighs and produced a cock unlike anything I had ever witnessed before.

"Holy fucking shit, man" one of the other guys gawped "that things like a third leg!"

"I guess it's true what they say" Mark shrugged, grabbing the base of his flaccid cock, which, even soft, dwarfed any other one that I'd seen today.

"I guess so!" Zach said in awe, and Jensen glared at him.

"T'fuck is that meant to mean?" The large man snapped, and Zach swallowed "that's some racist shit right there!"

"I'm... I..."

"I'm fucking with you dude" he laughed loudly as Zach sighed with relief.

"Ya'll need to lighten the fuck up! Now, how about you start sucking and let's get this motherfuckin' party started!"

There was a round of cheering as I dropped to my knees. This was insane, genuinely, and totally insane, but I was loving every second of it.

I took Jensen's huge cock, feeling the weight in it as I lifted it, and wrapped my lips around the tip. I felt a hand through my hair, holding me and guiding me further down the shaft until I gagged and choked. When I opened my eyes again, I had barely passed the head.

It was like trying to suck an arm, fist and all. My mouth strained and widened around his girth, my throat became engulfed with his meat, but no matter how hard I tried, he was simply too big.

"You can suck the tip" he told me, watching as I struggled "I'd feel bad if I killed you on your big night".

I was thankful for the gesture, and my cock proved it as it stiffened once more.

Mark's tool tasted wonderful as it began to spill pre-seed across my tongue. Everything about the man was larger than average, including the volume at which he leaked. It felt like entire loads were being spurted into my throat, and I could feel his juices pour into my stomach as I swallowed, licked and sucked.

The game of beer pong raged behind me as I continued to bob up and down his huge tool, until finally, after nearly ten minutes of jaw-strained sucking, Mark grunted, just once.

A tsunami of sperm rushed into my mouth, bursting from my lips and squirting from my nose. I tried to swallow it, feeling as though I would drown, but more and more of it came as Jensen thrust. I swallowed again, and again, and again, but it seemed that every time I did, he replaced it instantly.

"Wow!" He howled above "that was some good head!"

My eyes were still bulging as I attempted to clean up the thick, salty seed that seemed to be everywhere. Eventually Mark's cock was somewhat free from semen.

"Alright can we play our game now?" Zach asked as I stood up and Jensen thundered toward the bar in search of beer.

"Sure" I shrugged, wiping large globs of cum from my chin and lips.

The cups were rearranged on the pool table again, but this time, only on one side.

"Stand here" Colin smiled, taking me by the shoulders and positioning me behind the flat pyramid of plastic red cups at the end of the table.

I stood there curious as the entire team, except Jensen and Jackson, lined up on the end opposite.

"Rules are simple, bro" Zach grinned "it was my idea by the way".

I listened as my cock twitched.

"Each of us gets one shot, whoever gets the ball in the cup gets to fuck you. You game?"

I stared wide-eyed at the fifteen cups before me and then back to Zach who laughed.

"We're not that good" the cute young man told me.

It wasn't a question of whether or not I was up for it. I was more than up for it, I just wondered how much I could take.

I nodded, my cock now as stiff as a nail as Zach picked up the ball and landed it straight into a cup on the last row.

"I guess I'm pretty good" he shrugged and walked around the table toward me.

"Right now?" I almost gasped, as he started to turn me around.

"No time like the present" he smiled, bending me over the pool table and running a finger between the crease of my ass.

I shivered as he reached my pink hole and pushed inside.

"Good job you got some practice in" he smirked, and a moment later, Jackson placed a large bottle of lube onto the edge of the table.

Zach squirted it across his rod, and instantly I felt the pressure of his cock as it began to push against my swollen opening. I was quite thankful that Jackson had been slightly larger.

When Zach had gotten all the way inside, he began to thrust.

Immediately I felt my prostate become sensitive again as strings of clear fluid spilled from my cock. I held the edge of the pool table as everyone watched on, drinking and chatting as though there wasn't someone getting fucked inches from them.

It felt blissfully amazing, almost as good as it had with Jackson, minus the deep desire to be with Zach. He fucked hard, but his strokes were gentle and considerate, and my puckering ring quickly became used to his girth and accepted him willingly.

After a few minutes, his pace quickened and we both moaned simultaneously.

I felt my bowels fill with hot seed, my own cock was verging on exploding too, but before it could, Zach's slipped out and he slapped my ass.

"Nice one, Con" he gasped, wiping his cock with a napkin and returning to the bar.

Before I even had time to bask in the knowledge of what had just happened, the ping pong ball hurtled through the air and landed directly into another cup. I was beginning to think that the guys were a lot better than they had let on.

Oz stuffed his cock inside me now, it was long, veiny and quite a bit thiner than the other two had been, but it felt just as amazing and I purred as he began.

He was faster, stronger and strangely, even more gentle than Zach had been, and by the time his knees began to buckle and his balls began to tighten, I was seconds away from blowing.

When his load had been successfully deposited into my now gaping hole, the ball came again, and again it hit it's mark.

A young man who I hadn't spoken to very much, but who I knew as Dylan Thomas, walked over and began to pump his modestly size tool to erection.

"Yo guys, I don't think I'll be able to get hard" he announced, and I felt slightly awkward now as I bent over with my sloppy ring on show.

"Anyone wanna spit roast?"

The ball shot through the air again, and once it had hit the bottom of the cup, Colin arrived behind me.

"Fuck yeah, bro" he grinned, and high-fived Dylan as he held my waist and backed me onto his thick tool.

Dylan took my mouth, shoving his semi-erect meat into it as Colin began to fuck.

Once again, it was a heavenly experience, tasting cock and feeling it shove in and out of my ass at the same time was almost mind-numbing. I took them both eagerly, moaning on Dylan's wet pole and tightening around Colin's.

"Damn" Dylan gasped, his cock now completely erect as it pushed into my throat. "I... I think I'm gonna..."

He didn't even finish his sentence. I felt my mouth fill again, and more delicious sperm began to squirt into my throat. I swallowed it as Colin drove his hips against me and almost at the same time, began to shoot his nut into my rectum.

As the cups were removed, and more balls landed, my hole became increasingly worn. I could feel the multiple loads sloshing around inside me, and wondered how on earth I'd ever return to training with the knowledge that the entire team had fucked me.

"I'm spent!" Colin gasped as a young man named Darren wanked his cock as the head remained inside me, and spilled his seed.

It was dark out now, and it must have been hours since I'd first arrived. I too was tired, but I was still aware that I had two loads left to shoot, as too was Jackson.

"Pick someone" he said, taking me around the shoulder and ordering me another drink "anyone you want".

"To do what?" I asked, sipping from the beer that he'd bought me.

"To fuck" he grinned, "I think theres enough cum inside you to last you a lifetime".

We laughed together as I turned to survey the wrestlers, many of whom now only wore their underwear as the heat inside intensified.

"Hmm" I pondered, studying them.

"How about... You"

Jackson did a double take and stared down at me.

"Me?" He asked, a grin forming "but I'm... I don't..."

"You said anyone" I shrugged, drinking again and desperately hoping that my best friend would allow me the opportunity.

"You little shit" he scoffed, and grabbed my wrist, dragging me toward a private booth at the other end of the bar.

"Only because it's your night" he whispered, kissing me deeply again.

The chair was large enough that Jackson was easily able to pull me on top of his firm body, and we embraced passionately again.

Everything about the night had been spectacular, but kissing Jackson topped it all. His strong hands held me in place, his tongue buried deep into my mouth, and then he was naked, pulling off his clothes ravenously until our bodies connected once more.

"You ready?" He asked, wrapping his muscular legs around my waist and dragging me toward him.

"Yeah" I nodded, my cock already stiff enough that it was pushing against his most private area instantly.

"You're still my bitch though" he grinned, forcing me to thrust into him.

We both gasped as my cock penetrated him. It felt almost as good as when he penetrated me. I looked down at him in awe. He was the greatest friend I had ever had.

"Now fuck me" he hissed, his large hand cupping my cheek as I began to thrust.

Nobody could see us. For the second time tonight, Jackson and I shared this intimate moment together, away from prying eyes, and it was perfect.

I could feel his tight, virgin hole clench around my shaft, working it firmly as I fucked him. Even as he lay there, exposed and vulnerable, his hole spread around my cock, he was still the most masculine person I had ever known.

"Jerk me" he ordered, and I would have laughed if I hadn't been so full of pleasure.

I grabbed his fat, leaking cock as I fucked, squeezing and pumping it until it hardened and masturbated him whilst slamming my hips into his ass.

I was never going to be able to last long with this beautiful hunk of a wrestler beneath me. Part of me felt embarrassed as my body began to tighten and my mouth fell open.

A long, passionate moan escaped as I began to ejaculate deep inside Jackson.

"Fuck!" I gasped, as his legs continued to drive me into him "holy fucking shit!"

It felt amazing, unlike any orgasm I'd had before, and as I continued pouring inside him, his own cock shot a rope of heavy seed across my chest. As we climaxed together, Jackson's hole clenched tightly around my base, draining every last drop of cum from me, and then it was over, and I fell on top of him, our bodies breathing heavily.

"One left" he laughed, his large, muscular chest rising against my cheek.

I wasn't sure I had one more in me. The thought of being touched again was almost too much. My sensitive cock had shrivelled to the size of a peanut, and all I wanted to do was stay there, with Jackson.

"Come on" he whispered after a few minutes of naked cuddling, and he took me back toward the group.

"One more to go, boys!" Jackson called out and they all cheered.

"This one was my idea" Colin smirked, as the army of wrestlers began to manhandle me back to the pool table.

It was difficult to feel any sexual enjoyment now. It had been drained almost completely out of me, and yet as my body was placed back onto the felt, and my wrists and ankles were bound gently again, my cock swelled.

"Whoever has some left in the tank, get going!" Colin shouted and I watched, upside down, as men began to stand over me, their crotches just above my face.

I watched further as cocks began to harden in my eye line, and then gasped as my own one was sucked into somebodies mouth. I looked down, finding Colin between my legs, his eyes on me as he began to tongue my sensitive, soft tool.

I writhed against the binds, listening as the sound of sloshing came from above. The bar now reeked of cum and sweat, and it proved only to make me harder.

Colin's tongue lapped at the underside of my cock, causing it to twitch and swell even further. Holy fuck it felt amazing.

The sight above me was also breathtaking. Countless erect cocks were being wanked, inches from my face, and then someone pushed through the crowd and gasped as they squirted a load directly onto my face.

"Ayyy!" The wrestlers cheered as the unidentified young man squeezed the last droplet of sperm onto my hair.

I felt his seed drip down my lips, and tasted it as Colin continued.

A moment later, another thick load splashed across my cheek and eye, drenching me further.

The feeling of being used as a cum dump, was bringing me closer and closer. More cum shot from different directions, layering across my face and dripping into my open mouth as the wrestlers jizzed.

I was gasping now, my body tense, my back, arched. Mark Jensen's cock appeared, and I was unsure how on earth the man had any cum left. Then a second tsunami erupted from him, spilling across my entire face.

There were more roars of celebration, and I could barely open my eyes anymore.

Colin sped up, taking every inch of my cock until his throat muscles began to squeeze the tip.

"Mind if I have a go?" Kyle, the barman asked, and the wrestlers laughed and cheered him on as he deposited his own load over me.

"My dad's gonna kill me" he gasped, flicking sperm from his hand onto my chest "this pool table is only new!"

I couldn't hold off any longer. Drowning in the teams cum had proven to be the perfect way to coax the final load from me.

Colin gagged, his hands playing with my almost empty balls, and I moaned out, feeling cum drain into my mouth as I gurgled and groaned, and squirted.

I lay there, panting, gasping and breathless as he swallowed me, and a moment later I felt a warm towel over my face, wiping away the copious amounts of semen.

"Come on" I heard Jackson whisper, and felt my limbs being untied.

I was exhausted. Completely drained, physically and mentally, and as I lay there, I felt my entire body being lifted up and held against Jackson's.

"We're gonna take the room tonight, that okay, Kyle?" He asked, walking with apparent ease, toward the door.

"Sure thing" Kyle replied.

"Let's get you cleaned up and into bed" Jackson whispered to me as we left the hustle and bustle of the bar and returned back to the room.

My eyes were heavy now, slowly closing as my best friend carried me upstairs, and when I felt my tired body being laid gently on the cool bed, and the soothing wetness of the wipes that he used to clean me up, I couldn't help but fall asleep.

I'd wake up tomorrow beside him, and that was the biggest reward I could have asked for.