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Saturday, February 15
8:35 PM CST
Sallisaw, OK
Drew Weeks
We’d been on the bus for two and a half hours when we pulled into Sallisaw, Oklahoma for our dinner break. The driver told the coach there was a nice rest stop there that had four different restaurants all under the same roof. It looked like a food court inside a mall without the clothing or sporting goods or home goods or candles or shoes or perfumes or earrings stores or even a movie theatre.
The plan was to stop for an hour. I had blue balls when I got on the bus, too. Word about the wromocode hadn’t spread to either of the other teams who were in the Valentine’s Day Invitational that we participated in each year in Norman.
The same six hour bus ride home felt a thousand times longer than when we arrived on Thursday. I had to share my hotel room with Levi, our one hundred thirty-three pound starter who was hands down the hottest member of our team. It just wasn’t in the cards for me to jack off before we left for the arena on Friday morning.
And then my weight class, one hundred seventy-four, was the first to go on Friday morning. Somehow, I did well enough to compete in the quarter finals that afternoon and did well enough to compete in the semis on Saturday. Sitting there for the rest of the afternoon on Friday was torture. Especially since I never got a moment to myself in the locker room. I know first hand not to expect privacy when there’s so much going on during a tournament. So I was pent up all morning and all afternoon as I waited for someone, anyone, to reveal their fluorescent green undies before their match started.
But no.
I wish Frankie, the one hundred eighty-four pounder from Norman would have revealed his wromocode desire before his match started. He had a massive chest, giant shoulders and delicious arms that I would have gladly massaged the whole time we were together if he asked me. His pecs were so big, I bet I could essentially titty fuck him until I blew my load into the two-guard-trimmed scruff on his chin.
I’ve had a crush on my one hundred ninety-seven pound teammate since our very first practice together. I would dare you to tell me you didn’t find Lucas to be a gorgeous man. Not just on the outside, too. I’ve learned sometimes hard crushes develop on someone you see regularly until you either hear them speak or witness them interacting with others. That additional information can really kill a crush if you see for yourself how horrible a person they turn out to be.
Not Lucas, though. He’s gorgeous, yes. But he’s just as modest as he is hot. He doesn’t seem to have any idea how hot he is and yet, he’s one of the nicest guys you’d ever meet. He always asked how I am when we see each other. He pays attention to what I’m saying well enough to be able to ask a follow up question either in that moment or sometime in the future when the topic comes up between us again.
Generally, I don’t really go for the heavy heavyweights, but Cody wasn’t really all that big. He was maybe two hundred ten pounds. He tended to kick ass in the heavyweight weight class mostly, because his relative lightness makes him much quicker than the heaviest of heavyweights. Watching him during his two matches on Friday only furthered my willingness to let him fuck me if he would have just showed me his fluorescent green undies or showed up with his green wrist band at the concession stand on Friday afternoon. But alas.
Ross from Wichita was my favorite one hundred twenty-five pounder at the Valentine’s Day Invitational. I generally have a hankering for the shorter guys like the one hundred twenty-five and thirty-three pounders tend to be. Ross had the same chiseled torso, you’d expect the lightweights to have. I would have spent an hour massaging his quads though. He could have been a diver with those tree trunks. I’d kneed his hamstrings and make sure his ass cheeks were loosened up before turning him over to really give those thick quads a deep tissue massage. Of course, I’d have to brush up against those meaty balls he stuffs into that singlet every match.
I was hoping that maybe Ross would show up at the concession stand after the matches were done yesterday wearing his green rubber bracelet and then tell me in the car to his hotel how happy he was I showed up since he accidentally left his mecidiyeköy escort fluorescent green undies at home. But no. He clearly still didn’t know the wromocode was an actual thing. He probably wouldn’t have been interested if he did know.
And then there’s Levi. The one hundred thirty-three pound cocktease from my team. Yeah. I know. I’ve already told you about him. If he is ever injured to the point where he will never be able to wrestle again, he has to know his new job would be as a runway model. I mean, the man is pretty. He’s another who doesn’t act like he knows how beautiful he is on the outside and in. Having to room with him like we are during this tournament only made my need to blow a load emergent.
Keith from Norman was the hottest of the one hundred forty-one pounders. Tyson was the best looking one hundred forty-nine pound wrestler. He’s on Wichita’s team.
Thankfully, the Wilcox twins are also on the Wichita team. I couldn’t take seeing Tom’s one hundred fifty-seven pound bod and Jack’s one hundred sixty-five slab of beauty every day during practice. If both transferred to Little Rock, I mean, you’d have to shoot me to mercifully put me out of my misery. Who could resist those two hot gingers with all their tattoo-sleeved arms and their smooth chests? Not me!
So given my very pent up need to get back to my apartment in Little Rock and spill a load, you can imagine my thankful surprise when I got some unexpected texts just as we were pulling into Sallisaw.
LUCAS
Hey. Did you get any this trip?
ME
Get any what?
LUCAS
Cock
ME
What do you mean?
LUCAS
Did anyone reveal their fluorescent green undies or show up at the concession stand afterwards yesterday?
ME
YOU KNOW ABOUT THE WROMOCODE?
LUCAS
Yeah. I saw you reveal your undies before the first match yesterday. I wanted to show you mine, too but I’ve been so worried about anyone on the team finding out. You were very brave to show yours.
ME
I could have used a good blowjob, too. I need to blow so badly.
LUCAS
Me too.
LUCAS
Why don’t you sit with me after our meal stop.
ME
Won’t that look strange? We all have two seats to ourselves each. There aren’t enough of us to have to sit so close to one another.
LUCAS
If anyone asks, we’ll just tell them I wanted to hear about your recent trip to see your grandparents. And besides, it’s pretty private back here. It’s nice that the restroom is a few rows up from the back. No one ever comes back here. A few of the guys have told me they get car sick when they’ve tried to sit back here in the past.
ME
Okay.
LUCAS
And I have the big navy blue blanket I always bring on our road trips.
ME
Okay?
LUCAS
We can put the armrest up and take turns blowing each other under the blanket. It’ll be dark and will cover up the blower. Everyone will be sleeping. We can be quiet.
ME
Who’s sitting across from you?
LUCAS
Levi. He always sleeps on the bus. He’s a heavy sleeper too. He won’t have any idea we messed around.
ME
Still sounds risky.
LUCAS
Come on man. I need a blowjob!
LUCAS
PLEASE!
ME
I need to get fucked.
LUCAS
We’ll have to figure out how to make that happen sometime then.
LUCAS
Will your roommate be home tonight?
ME
Yes. He never leaves.
LUCAS
Ah.
LUCAS
So what do you say?
ME
I don’t know.
LUCAS
Let’s sit together at dinner. I’ll ask about your grandparents just as we are walking back to the bus so it’s natural that we continue our conversation when we get inside. I’ll sit next to the window. You act like istanbul escort bayanlar you’re cold and I’ll cover you up.
ME
OMG!
LUCAS
We can act like we’re falling asleep until it’s clear that everyone’s either asleep or too distracted to notice. And then you blow me while I keep you covered with my blanket.
ME
Are you a shooter or an oozer?
LUCAS
???
ME
Do you shoot when you cum or does it just ooze out of the top of your cock?
LUCAS
Oh. I’m a shooter for sure.
ME
Are you much bigger when you’re hard? I mean, I know you’re a shower from when I’ve seen you in the shower.
LUCAS
Well, I’d don’t get much longer when I’m hard. It does get thicker.
ME
It gets thicker?!?!?! Will I be able to fit my lips around it?
LUCAS
Others have.
ME
Did they look like they were in pain when they were doing it?
LUCAS
Oh no. They enjoyed it. They were all too short blowjobs though.
ME
We’ll have nothing but time after dinner.
LUCAS
Thank god I brought my blanket.
ME
I’ll say. Although, I’m not certain I’ll be able to wait until after dinner.
LUCAS
You’ll have to. The driver’s announcement just now woke Levi up.
ME
Well, I’m definitely blowing you then. Thanks for the warning about being a shooter!
***
Dinner was slow. It seemed like we were there far longer than the hour it actually was. In the booth, I sat across from Lucas. Levi was at my left and Keith was diagonal to me.
Lucas got up before our entrees arrived to go to the bathroom. He sent me a text while he was in the john that told me he’d been pre-cumming solely from our knees constantly touching under the narrow table we sat at.
Levi asked me what was going on after he saw my face turn red. I had to make up some excuse about a friend texting me something that made me blush.
As we were walking back to the bus, I wondered if people were supposed to treat blow jobs after a meal just like swimming. Was it the safest bet to wait half an hour before getting involved in that potentially strenuous activity?
“Why are you sitting back here?” Levi asked after I’d grabbed my things from my seat and put them in the seat beside Lucas.
“I wanted to hear about his recent trip to see his grandparents,” Lucas answered as the bus driver started the bus and pulled out.
“Can you share your blanket with me?” I asked loud enough for Levi and others to hear. “It’s a little chilly in here this evening.”
Lucas threw his blanket over me as we started chitchatting. I was sharing the promised story about the trip we took to the grandparents on his mother’s side when I slipped my hand under the elastic waistband of his sweatpants.
I started getting hard myself when I took him in my hand. It definitely had some heft to it, that’s for sure. My mouth started watering. I was so ready to lean over and give it a good polishing with my tongue and brought my story to a close as quickly as I could. Without making it seem like I stopped in the middle of the story, that is.
I loved that he was freeballing. I wished I would have paid attention in the locker room of who else hadn’t put any underwear on after showering. I so wanted to ask when he managed to take his underwear off. If it was after the shower or when he stepped away to the restroom while we were seated at the dinner. I figured it was probably the latter. I’ll certainly pay better attention next time.
His voice cracked when I ran my finger over his v-shaped tip as he was telling me about the last time he saw his grandparents. He was so hard and smooth. The head of his cock was so cushiony. I just wish I could have seen it.
And there we sat chit chatting about our grandparents. I felt like I had to really concentrate on my own story and remember that my particular story was about my grandparents on my mom’s side. Not my dad’s, since my hand escort was around his cock.
Both of us kept an eye on those in our immediate area to track when the others might have fallen asleep. It wasn’t until we reached the Oklahoma and Arkansas border that we knew that most of the guys were asleep or otherwise distracted by whatever was being played into their headphones.
“Okay,” he whispered as he lifted the blanket up for me to duck my head under. He scooted his butt forward on the chair so my ear wouldn’t be constantly running up and down his tummy. He groaned a little when I put the head of his thobber in my mouth. He made a slightly louder groan as my wet lips slipped down his pulsing shaft. He groaned a bit louder still when I went up and down a few times.
It got to the point when I felt I needed to reach up and pinch his lips shut so he would stop making so much noise.
On the way back down, my hand got to enjoy the feel of his pecs and abs. He raised the bottom of his t-shirt up over his head so the back of his neck held it up there. I couldn’t help but give his chest and abs little kisses before I went back to shining his knob.
Lucas’ cock was unlike most I’d experienced. With so many, the lowest part of the head of their cock is the widest part. Lucas’ trunk was just as thick as the bottom of the head. It was just magnificent.
It was when all of his inches were inside of me that the bus hit a pothole. The bump we felt meant his cock was thrusted even further down my throat.
Generally, I can take quite a bit of cock into my mouth. Yet, I learned the hard way that potholes are no laughing matter. I nearly puked up my dinner onto him. The road was pretty smooth after that, thankfully. I was careful not to go down as far as I could on him, just in case.
There was one point when he held the back of my head with both of his hands. I felt him lift his hips off the seat and start fucking my face. I couldn’t see what was going on with the blanket covering my eyes. I only hoped that Levi and the rest of the guys were none the wiser about anything going on as he increased the speed with which he was ramming his cock into the back of my throat. I would have loved to see the look on his face.
Lucas returned his ass to the seat after a while and then let me do the driving again. I licked up and down the side of his shaft. I lifted his balls up and put each in my mouth. I teased his piss slit several times and many times would only allow the head of his cock into my mouth so I could really kick up the intensity. He seemed to really like it.
Apparently, he enjoyed edging too. There were a few times when he would pull my head off and push me away. Yet another time when I wished I could have seen his face. I continued where I left off each time he relaxed his hold on my head and let me take him back into my mouth.
It was one of the hottest experiences I’d had up to that point with another man. The risk involved with getting caught not to mention being with one of the hottest men on our team. It really was a dream come true. I couldn’t wait until he fucked me and hoped it could be tomorrow or the next day.
The bus driver made an announcement when we were forty-five minutes from Little Rock. He said he’d turn on the light in twenty minutes so we could gather our things and be ready to get out when the bus pulled into our parking lot.
That’s when Lucas let me finish him off. Although my jaw was pretty sore by then, and lord knows what my hair looked like, I knew what my mission was. Operation Explosion had to be executed in the very short term. To achieve this, I increased the suction and pressure my mouth applied to Lucas’ beautiful and full cock. I also took a firm grip at the base and allowed the wetness my mouth was causing to lubricate my hand and allow it to slide smoothly up and down his masterful piece.
Next thing I knew, a hissing sound came from somewhere over my head. It didn’t sound like a tire was leaking. It could only be Lucas. And as it happened, the hissing started at the very same time he began to fill my mouth with seed.
Up to that point, I had never heard a man make such a noise while he was blowing his load. In Lucas’ defense, I’d never been driven to the point of cumming whilst in a public place filled with enough testosterone to fuel all of the widowers in an old folks home for a year.
I mean, Lucas couldn’t make it sound like he was cumming. It had to be a different noise that no one would recognize. Maybe someday, and hopefully someday soon, I’d get to not only hear Lucas’ normal Tarzanian and see his “O” face at the same time.
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