I stood outside the door to his room. I wasn't sure if he was even back yet. He probably went out for a drink or something, but I knocked anyway. To my surprise, the door open and reveled....

Cody Rhodes.

He looked at me curiously.

"Who are you?" He voice running harshly out of his mouth.

"I'm Dwayne..." I looked up at him through my bangs

His eyes instantly widened and he actually smiled, "You're kidding... Chicago..." He muttered to himself, "Come on in!" He opened the door wider and I hesitantly stepped in to find it empty.

"Where's Randy?" I ask felt a little uneasy being alone with the older male.

"Just missed him, went to a bar. He sent me back here to grab his wallet, come on." He pulled me out of the still open door while putting on his jacket. I stumbled behind him. He suddenly stopped and pulled me face to face with me and stared intently at me. After a few awkward seconds he smiled, "Yup, you're that guy." We ran off to the bar in his rental car.

It was a little bar, not like the one last time that was packed with people. I think they rented it out to the wrestlers, because they were all I saw. Cody put his arm around me and led me to the cluster of men. I shrugged my shoulders up defensively. They all turned to me. Silence.

"Who's the twink?" A drunk Chris Jericho let out.

Cody smiled, "This, is Dwayne. Can't you tell?"

The men looked closely at me and a couple nodded their heads.

"Yeah, now that you mention it..." I heard.

"Well what are you doing here?" I looked over and saw Ted DiBiase Jr. standing against the counter, "Go see Randy," I perked up at his name and Ted pointed out the back exit. I was noticing a pattern... Nonetheless, I walked out the door, leaving the guys behind.

Fate would have it that he was sitting on the ground, smoking. He wore a red button down shirt with with first 3 buttons undone, revealing his toned chest. He jerked his head upward when I accidentally kicked over a beer can.

His face was surprised. He rose to his feet and walked over to me.

"Now, I must be going insane." The cigarette fell out of his mouth and he stomped it out. He reached out and grabbed my arm. "Nope, not yet. You're real."

I was so overcome with emotion that I lunged forward and embraced him. He froze and spoke, "Why are you here?" His voice wasn't angry, but almost concerned.

"I wanted to see you. I think about you all the time. I just..."

"You just what? It's been two years, what changed?"

"...I'm legal?" At this he laughed and nodded his head.

"How true that is." He escaped my embrace and looked at me with a burning stare. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Your friends say you talk about me." I broke the silence.

He scoffed "You must use that term loosely. Few of those men would want to be called my friend."

"So you do talk about me."

"How could I not?" He stared intensely into my eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"The feeling's mutual."

I realized how cold I was, and shook.

"Let's go inside, I don't want you getting sick." I strode to his side and he put his arm around my waist.

The men hadn't moved since I came in, Cody took a seat next to Ted. Randy led me over to a chair and sat me on his lap. I felt like a shield...

"Man, my neck hurts, though," The conversation hadn't stopped for a moment. Ted was massaging Cody's neck roughly, he winced. "God, Ted! That's my neck! You're not milking a cow!"

Ted laughed and lighted his touch. Cody moaned.

"God, you queers! Us men are trying to talk over here!" I heard Dave Batista shout.

"Hey, Dwayne?" I looked around for the voice, spotting Evan Bourne smiling at me, "Wanna chat?"

I nodded slowly. I turned to Randy, "I'll be back in a minute, k?"

I hopped off of him and Evan and I went to table in the corner farthest from the group, who was now getting into a heated discussion about the current World Title.

I took a seat and looked into the friendly, child-like face.

"So how do you know Randy?" He asked innocently.

"We... met after a show a couple years ago."

"That's not what he says..." A hint of mischief coated his words. I smiled.

"Well what does he say? You know, just to get my story straight."

"He says he met a kid after he left the arena. One who spent 15 minutes trying to convince him that he wasn't just a fan. So he took him back to his hotel and when he tried to get anywhere the kid freaked out and started crying. Turns out he was only 17. Then he had to be all gentle, but it was one of the best lays he had ever had. But then the kid started coughing up blood, so Randy wooshed him off to the hospital," Evan was getting into the story, he waved his arms around and added sound effects, "but his cover was almost blown cause the doctor's found out! *gasp* But they both made him swear not to say anything. And he hadn't heard from him since."

"Anything else?" I tried to pry information out of the small man.

"He used to say little things all the time, we just got used to it after a while. One day he just stopped. That's when he started getting really mean. I think he hurt Cody and Ted... they were the closest to Randy, and they started not talking to people that much anymore... Maybe you should talk to them."

I nodded.

Evan got in really close and whispered, "Did you like it?"

"What?" I asked confused.

"What Randy did to you, was it fun?"

I blushed, not knowing if he was interested or curious... or are they the same thing?

"Um... yeah..." I looked down at the table.

"Really? What was it like?"

I looked up at him not sure what to say, "Why do you ask?"

"Cause Dave wants me to do that." He looked a little embarrassed.

My eyes widened, "Dave Batista?! Right over there?"

He nodded, "He says I would be good at it. But is sounds scary."

I sighed, "It's not scary."

"Really?"

"Well sometimes, if you don't want to. Then you just have to tell him that you're scared."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"A little, but it feels really good in the end."

"I don't want it to hurt."

"Just breath a lot, and laugh."

"Laugh?"

"Yeah, if you're happy, it's even better."

He nodded, "I still don't know how it works though...."

Ok, that's where I draw the line. I wasn't talking about that here.

Just then, my amazing prince walked over to me, saving me from this weird conversation.

"Come on, we're going." He spoke coldly and waited for me to get up.

"Wait!" Evan cried, "Will you tell me later?"

Before I could answer, I was ripped away and dragged into the parking lot, where I saw the familiar blue Hummer.

We drove in silence until Randy spoke up, "I'm sorry."

I jumped, "For what?"

"I've been an asshole tonight. I'm just not used to you being here."

"O... where are we going?"

He smirked, "Where else, back to my hotel room."

I blushed, I had been in this same situation, but I felt no fear, only excitement and ecstasy.

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I sat on the bed, listening to the shower run. But when I heard a knock at the door, I looked up. Who was it as this hour?

I walked to the door and peeped through the peep-hole. Evan.

I opened the door, "What is it, Evan?"

"Dave talked about it again, please tell me what it is?"

"Well..." I looked back into the hotel room, knowing Randy would be out of the shower soon, "one second." I closed the door and scribbled Randy a note, telling him where I was, and that I would be back soon.

I came back to the door and Evan and I ran back to his room. He pulled me onto the bed, sitting criss-cross applesauce.

"Tell me all about it! I wanna know everything!"

Everything? Well ok then!

"Well, you see, Dave wants to have sex , right?"

He nodded

"Do you?"

"I'm not sure! I don't know what it is!"

"Well... do you like Dave?
Nod

"...Do you love him?"

He looked at me, "Maybe? But if I do this he will love me!" He smiled.

"No, that's not what this is about, you do this if you are in love."

"Then you and Randy are in love?"

I stopped. "That was different."

"How?"

"Do you want to know or not?!" I got irate, he nodded vigorously.

"Well, do you and Dave kiss?"

Nod

"Do you kiss a lot?"

Nod

"Does he touch you a lot?"

Nod

"Do you take your clothes off?"

"Sometimes."

"Does he touch you then?"

"Yeah." Then he grabbed my junk. "Here."

I fell backwards off the bed.

"Ok..." I tried to climb back onto the bed. "Let's just talk ok?"

Nod.

I collected myself.

"So, what happens then?"

"...I feel funny..."

"Like how?"

He shifted, "Like I have to pee."

I held back a laugh, it was like talking to a six year old.

"Then what?"

"Dave tells me I'm pretty."

"Do you touch him?"

"Mmhmm, with my mouth!" He seemed so proud.

I smiled, "Does that make him happy?"

He shifted again.

"It's kinda weird."

"How?"

"Stuff comes out... white stuff."

"That's normal. What else does he do?"

"He swears sometimes..."

"Does he touch you other places?" I suddenly felt like those shrinks who talk to child who have been molested....

Nod, "My chest, and my tummy. Sometimes my legs."

"Good, anywhere else?"

Shake.

"Ok, well. It seems like Dave likes you a lot, how long have you been doing these things?"

"A couple months. But now he says I should do that. That thing..."

"I can tell you how to do it" I was really getting turned on by this encounter.... weird!

"How?" He leaned forward.

"So, Dave kisses you"

Nod

"And he takes off your clothes,"

Nod

"And he touches you, makes you feel funny," I started rubbing my leg.

"Then what?" His eyes glistened in the light of the lamp.

"Then he will touch out other places"

"Where?" He cocked his head.

I got on all fours and reached behind him and grabbed his ass.

He squeaked and jumped a couple feet away.

"My bottom?" He seemed confused.

I nodded.

"Why?"

"Do you wanna see?"

He nodded slowly. "I don't get it.... show me."

I leaned forward and had him on his back. I was getting hot for this man!

I ran my hands up his torso, ridding him of his red t-shirt. I planted kisses on his pecs and worked my way down to his belt, which I removed expertly, sliding his pants down to reveal Spongebob boxers. I smiled and ran my hand up his thigh. He shivered.

"Dwayne...." His voice dulled. I crawled over him and captured his lips in a heated kiss. He pushed my shirt off, leaving my pasty chest skin-to-skin with his.

Then the door opened. Randy walked in.

I jumped off of the older man and locked eyes with Randy.

"We were just... I-I... you" I couldn't form words much less sentences.

He put his hand up. "Please, continue." He took a seat in a chair my the t.v.

"Randy's gunna watch?" Evan spoke.

"I guess so.

He shrugged, "K"

He pulled my head down and the kiss continued. I let my hand roan his body. I have never been dom. before, I was kind of making it up as I went. I kissed down his jawline, to his neck where I nibbled softly, earning a deep moan from the brunette. He fidgeted.

"Dwayne," He voice was raspy.

"Yes," I answered seductively.

"I feel funny."

I smiled and moved down between his legs. I removed the unnecessary cloth and tossed it aside. At which point I saw that little Evan was very well endowed. Not as well as Randy, but who is!

I ran my fingers gingerly over the sensitive skin. He moved under my touch and mewled. I wrapped my hand around the throbbing member and jerked slowly. He moaned, egging me on. He suddenly sat up. He tugged at my pants trying to undo the button, I let him. By the time I was butt naked, I looked over to see Randy had his pants around his ankles already. While I was distracted, Evan took my length in his mouth. I gasped.

The wet heat enveloped me and the convulsing muscles massaged my cock. He did amazing tricks with his tongue that I don't even know how he did. Soon his bobbing head wasn't enough, I needed him now.

I softly pushed him back onto the bed stuck my fingers in his mouth. He sucked on each one, making love to each digit. I retrieved them and grabbed his body, pulling him closer.

"This is what I'm teaching you."

He only nodded.

"Are you ready?" I began to rim him with my index finger. He squealed

"Relax, I'm not even in yet." Though I was when I said the last word. Then he screamed, but I continued to prep him. The finger withdrew and soon added another. He cried out and grabbed my arm.

"Stop STOP! I don't want to do this!" Tears streamed down his face. I quickly retracted and kissed him gently until the sobs subsided.

"Why do people like that?"

"Because, though it hurts in the beginning, it feels really good." I whispered in his ear.

"I don't want to do it." I pulled him into a hug.

"Please don't cry anymore." I hummed to him.

He was soon back to normal.

"That's wasn't fun."

I smiled, "That's a lie."

He looked shocked. "Is not! That hurt real bad!"

"Maybe I don't do it right...."

"Want some pointers?" Randy was suddenly behind me, I felt his skin press against mine.

"Sure."

"Try again."

"No!" Evan looked up at Randy.

"Just do it."

I stuck the finger into my mouth, but Randy pulled it out. "I don't know where you heard that spit works, but you were lied to." He placed a bottle of lube in my hand. I quickly doused my finger in the goop and re-entered the man. This time, he just moved a little.

"That's better." He said, laying back down.

I waited a minute for Randy to give the next instruction.

"Now jerk him off while you put the second one in."

I complied and got a multitude of sounds from the man under me, but none as sharp as before.

Soon I felt Randy jerking me off, I groaned with his huge body still pressing against mine. I felt his hot breath in my neck.

Minutes, felt like hours, passed.

"Go in." He hissed in my ear I nodded and I looked watched my finger slowly drag out of Evan's sweet pucker.

I pulled him down to the edge of the bed, and grabbed to bottle again. The goo spurted into my hand, slather it all over... everywhere.

I felt Randy move his hands over my back. I leaned forward and he grabbed my ass. I moaned. I grabbed Evan and slowly began to sink into him.

He screamed and writhed, but didn't protest. I stood, shaking. His tight walls surrounding me.

"Move." I heard from the man under me. I attempted to comply, but my knees buckled. Randy took my hips and moved me back and forth. I felt the movement around me as Evan clenched his walls tightly. I dug my fingers into his thighs and listened to the delicious noises erupting from him.

Soon I felt Randy begin to finger me, he had taken the lube out of my hand when I was distracted. I wiggled as he stroked my insides. Evan loved this.

"Harder!" He screamed, I met his scream with one of my own when Randy drove into me. His aching member almost made me collapsed on the spot. He moved in and out of me, thrusting me into Evan. We became a driving force. The pace got faster and harder, the room filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Moans ringing off of the walls. No one said anything as we basked in our pleasure. Then, as if by magic, we all let out cries and reached our climaxes simultaneously.

I fell to the ground as I rode out the amazing high.

The silence cut the air as I looked over at the clock. I had only been in the room 25 minutes. I felt like passing out, but Randy had other plans. He lifted me up and tried to stand me on my feet, that failed. Soon he sat me on a chair and got dressed, once I was coherent, I followed suit. I could see Evan looking through his bags for new clothes. No one said anything. But, being me, I broke the silence.

"Any questions, Evan?" I piped up.

He looked over at me, "Yeah, actually. Did you like it?"

I smiled, "Yes, very much."

"Do you think Dave will like it?"

"Most definitely."