Chapter 3: Prince Peach (Dash Wilder)

Traveling without your tag partner in a while, feels incredibly weird and lonely. The Revival, Scott Dawson & Dash Wilder, took part in the Smackdown shows across the South, in order to prepare them for the main roster. However, halfway along their accompaniment, Dawson got a call about a family emergency, and was pulled out for the remainder of the tour. Dash had to stay with the Smackdown crew for the rest however, as NXT tapings were done weeks ago, and they were traveling in the Midwest region.

Dean Ambrose, took notice of the situation, and became Wilder's temporary travel companion. They often butt heads a lot, but there was no other solution. At least Dash was happy about being in his homeland, the South and all its ways.

Dean had just finished a 6 man tag team match main event at a house show, and was looking around for Dash. After asking around, he came to conclusion that he was taking a shower, before they hit the road. Frustrated, Ambrose went to showers, looking for him. He hears one shower head running, and looks ready to blow up. Before he could yell out his anger, he stopped and looked at him. Dash was all soaped up and wet, taking his time. Dean couldn't help but admire his physique. Normally, Dean was attracted to thinner and smaller men. Something about Dash, however, was special. Maybe it was the fact that he had a nice broad chest and was on the heavier side. Or the fact that he was on verge of being a bear. Or how his member, dangling between his legs, wasn't long buy thick and average length, complemented his whole body has a burry fellow.

Dean was feeling a certain type of way, that he couldn't be angry anymore. He walked out of sight from the doorway, and called for him, to hurry up has the show had ended. Some cuss words exited his mouth has he hurried his way out.

They were finally on the road, and the ride to the hotel was a silence one. Normally, they had a conversation or two, but not one word was uttered. Wilder didn't find this weird, has he believes that his mind was somewhere else. Once at the hotel, the put their things on their bed, and went to go a shower. Normally, he leaves his clothes outside and changes in the room, but feeling that he would get a hard on fantasizing about his roommate nude, he brought his clothes in.

Dean usually takes a hot shower before sleeping, but with his current situation, he decided to take a cold one, to rid his mind of the graphic images in his head, and (no guy ever hopes for this) hopes for shrinkage? He also know he couldn't stay in for long, as Dash always goes before hitting the bricks. He went in and out, shivering. He put his shorts on and opened the door, shaking. Dean wasn't expecting his roommate outside, in his draws, waiting to get in. Dash asked if he was OK, but Dean couldn't make out a word has he distracted by the outline of Wilder's bulge from the tight, cotton boxer brief. Dash knocked some sense to him, with a slap to the face to grab his attention. It send Dean spinning, and he grabbed Dash's shoulder to maintain a vertal base.

Without no thinking, Dean made a bold move and licked Wilder's check and kissed it. Dash throw him to floor. The thud was too loud for comfort, and Dash picked him up by the armpits, leaning him against the walls. The rage in his eyes was visible, and Dash wanted to scream out the frustration, but he knew he would cause a scene.

"Listen here, city boy. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not falling for it." Dash was beginning to ease up. "I heard about you, and your way, and I don't roll that way. Understand this boy, you're on my grounds, and here in the South, things are done differently here. You hear me boy!"

Dean was finally able to muster up a rebuttal. "I'm sorry. I should've been you sincere. So, have you had sex with a man before? I have, and it's amazing. " Wilder is fuming now. "Sorry, I mean when was the last time you had sex? No wonder you and your 'partner' are so angry and butt hurt all the time." Dash had enough of this nonsense. He threw Dean on his bed, sticking the landing. He was in the zone to destroy him, limb by limb. He got on top, and landed one punch on his face, giving him a black eye. He stopped immediately, thinking he knocked him out. In that moment, he thought about what crazy Deano had said. He never imagined intercourse with another male, but he does remember that the last time he put it was a while ago, and that it wasn't all that. Was sexual frustration the cause for his bitchy attitude? The moment of reflection had gone, has it was destroyed by Dean regaining his thoughts. Dash took a second to evaluate the situation. No one would not, but him and Dean, and Dean can't even gather his thoughts. He had one chance of releasing this anger.

Dean put his head, only his neck by choked out by Dash's strong, meaty hands.

"Listen here, Bicurious Dean. What we are to do, never leaves this room, got it?" Dean shook his head in approval, or Dash did with his hands shaking it. "Good." Evil intentions began.

Wilder wasted no time stick his tongue in Dean's mouth and down into his throat. He had one on Dean's head for balance, and the other in his underwear, simulating his member. Knowing that his time was limited, the makeup section was a short one. Dash ripped his draws off him, and his dick hard and ready. He stroked it intensely and slapped it all over Dean's buised face, giving his tip a dark purple color. Dean, while dosing in and out of consciousness, is still slick, sliding his hands body his master's body, and started to play with his nipples. It was a huge turn on for both, while Dash's man meat was out in the open, Dean's short formed a miniature tent.

Before anymore actions could go underway, Dash slipped his partner's shorts down to his ankle and ripped his boxers as well, exposing his Magic Johnson. Laying in his torn up clothing, Dean was dragged by the hair, and was forced to swallow Dash's sift, Southern wood whole. He had no time react, and his mouth was engulfed. Dash even tried to fit his testicles too, but it was a bit much for right now. By the time he was done, Dean's mouth would be sore and basically rearranged. They took a pause, Dean was heavily breathing and out of air, and Dash's cock was covered in saliva.

Just because they stopped, doesn't mean they stopped moving. Wilder rolled Dean over on tp his belly, was his ass right in his face. He didn't want to insure himself yet, since Dean wasn't back to capable performance. He just spread his checks, and circled his finger around his hole, hoping to get a response back, like a pucker. Dash grabbed a pillow from the headboard, placing under Dean's face.

"If you scream, scream into it, got it?" Dean agrees, knowing that the worse it yet to come. He waits for him to enter the hole, however, he gets a hard slap to ass, and muffles the pain into the pillow. Dash enjoyed seeing the small vibrations off the skin happen, so he slaps him again on the other side. He give each cheek 2 more, and leaves a big red handprint behind. He brings his hands to the marks and gets a firm grab. He stretches them once again, and prepares him for the main course.

Before entering man ass for the first time, he when back to Dean's mouth to relube. The saliva had dried up since then. Back in the back, relubricated, hand on Johnson the other spreading, he made a quick entrance to anal sex. Balls deep, Dean was in so much agony, the muffle screams were shouts of masked pleasure. The sounds of balls hit ass flesh filtered the room along with the special scent that sex creates. Dash got cocky, putting his hands behind his head has he thrusts and penetrates away at the Lunatic Fringe. He was that cocky, that once he came inside, he stop thrusting a bit, maintaining a constant pace.

The feeling of his man ooze lubricating his junk with smashing was a pleasant one. He pulled out, seeing the semen drip out onto the sheets, and his dick glistening all over from base to tip, covered in the homemade white substance. Dash turned Dean over to his back. Both their cocks were a bright red. Wilder's from so much movement and exercise, and Dean's from being trapped under his body thoughout the ordeal. It was dripping of precum. He even left a small strain on the sheets.

Seeing that this was their was last activity, Dash lowered the intensity level. He brought both cocks together in his hand. Dean, still lightheaded, let out soft moans has Wilder stroked them in stereo. Dash was envy that Dean had an inch on him, but he was still proud on how much girth his penis had. The light strokes quickly, and Dash's cock couldn't much after what's it been though, and ejaculate the last of what he had left on Dean's dick. Wilder, a bit humiliated, was smart and used his semen has lubricant and oiled Dean up. Dean was starting to get his scenes back, and had blurry vision of what's going on. He could make out that a figure was giving him a handjob, and that they used some type of wet substance to get him wet.

He also what whom ever is this individual is, has a strong grip and the stroking was get faster. Dean felt that the person was going to rip his dick off, judging from how fast they're going and the near death like grip on his crotch. Dean puckered up, almost like he had a seizure, cause he know he was close. Finally, after the 5 minute tortuous handjob, Dean's very red penis exploded load after load. Dash was amazed in how much he had in him, with the first blasting remarkably high and hitting Dean's chin after falling back down. The loads got smaller, but still released a lot of cum. Wilder couldn't believe how covered and sticky his hand became, let alone Dean's whole chest. Looked like someone flung white paint on him. He took a little taste of it, and was surprised by it. Using his already sticky hand, he rubbed down Dean's entire chest, so a layer of cum covered him.

He's surprised that Dean hasn't spoken at all. He knows he's alive cause his chest is still moving, maybe he was in shock. When he went to his face, he could see the fade smilw on his face. Believing he's still unconscious, Dash wiped his dirty hand over Dean's face, and even put his fingers in his mouth, making him tastes his own material. Dash grab his sick, one last time, and lightly slapped around Dean's face as well. He carried his prone body, and laid him on the bed properly. Dean was on top of the sheets, naked. Wilder when over to luggage, put on a new pair of underwear, threw away the ripped ones and hoppes into bed.

At some point in the night, Dean woke up, finding himself in the situation, with a woody in a cold room. Apparently, Wilder put the AC on blast, hoping he would wake up. Dean went over to shut the AC off, and had trouble getting there. He felt something was on him, and made his way to the bathroom. It was so hard, it felt like someone sotomize him. The lights originally blinded him. After getting used to them, he walked over to the mirror. His reflection showed that his chest hair ans beard had dry white stuff in it, and it wasn't glue. He also saw that his penis was still red, and that he hadn't jerked off last night. This will forever be a mystery to him, but never to Dash Wilder.

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