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Day of Event - September 19th 2012
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"Congrats Trenty Locks! About time you came back!"
"Yeah Trent! It's about time you got back from inactivity. We all missed you like crazy."
"It very good seeing you back Trent."
These were just some of the positivity that was radiated by all of the WWE Superstars surrounding him. Yoshi Tatsu, Tyson Kidd, Justin Gabriel, Zack Ryder, Jimmy Uso and Jey Uso. They all were verbally sending him their congratulations with their most sincere smiles. It was good to have such a close friend back again!
"Thanks dudes! I tell you what man, it just feels totally rad to be back!" Trent grinned. Only he could get away with using words from the nineteen nineties and make it look somewhat presentable.
The love that was shared between all men in the room was certainly mutual. Although they didn't have the most successful of careers, they were a very tight-knit group. It would take one hell of a lot of betrayal and manipulation to separate these men apart from each other.
In fact, the group was tight-knit. These men weren't shy in sharing all their deep dark secrets with each other. Anything they did, the others would soon know about it through typically aroused male banter.
On occasions, the septuplet would even participate in wild (or as Trent would put it, 'rad') orgies whenever the seven were fortunate enough to all have a spare moment or two.
This occasion would be one of those rarities when all seven men involved had a spare moment…which would of course lead to an orgy filled with wildness.
"You know Trent…I always playing video games with you." Justin purred with his rich African twang. "You always knew how to use your joystick." And with that, the South African's hands travelled down past the Dudebuster's wrestling tights and boldly grabbed the limp length.
He wasn't the only one, however. Igniting some friendly competition, Tyson also got his hand past the lycra tights and onto any accessible part of Trent's dick he could possibly grab. He and Justin engaged in a friendly little tug of war (or perhaps, tug of Trent, in better terms) whilst the others stared on with large eyes and larger manhoods.
"Ooh man! I knew there was a damn good reason for me to look so forward to coming back!" Trent said with a chuckle and a moan. Due to the erotic sight all the guys were witnessing, Trent was the only one chuckling at his little piece of humour. Thankfully he wasn't the only one moaning though.
International Airstrike were known for promiscuity backstage, whether that was with each other, the Divas or even the other Superstars. Both Justin and Tyson were rare breeds in terms of Superstar. They had the looks to be great pretty boys. They had a significant amount of passion for the wrestling industry. They had the sluttiness to be able to bang virtually the entire roster without any remorse or regret.
They continued with their handjob of passion until a knock on the door put the erotic display to an abrupt end. Each men would groan with their disapproval, stopping what beautiful moment would soon unfold in a matter of seconds.
After finding that the door wasn't actually locked, it creaked open, and in came the dreamy Scottish stud, Drew McIntyre. He received glares from the occupants of the room, but without a care in the world, he strutted his stuff on the way to Barreta. "Mr. McMahon wants to see you."
"M-M-Me? Mr. M-McMahon wants t-to see m-m-me?" Trent stammered significantly. The worst possible thoughts were swirling through his now incredibly anxious brain.
"I didn't stutter, did I?" Drew said monotonously, although he eventually showed some emotion by throwing in a discreet wink in Barreta's direction that none of the other occupants would see. "He wants me to escort you over there, and you know he doesn't like being kept waiting."
Trent sighed. Justin and Tyson quickly scuttled away to save Barreta from any further lustful desires (as well as a yelling from McMahon himself), so he really had no excuse to not go with Drew. "Okay man. Okay. Wanna lead the way then?"
"Of course." Drew said, as he and Trent went out of the Superstars' locker room and into Mr. McMahon's office…or so the latter thought.
Once both men were out of sight from the six occupants of the room, Drew's lips swiftly collided into Trent's, as they passionately smooched, much to the shock of the latter.
Trent's body became rigid at the sudden kiss. He expected Drew to escort him over to Vince's office, not wildly make-out with him like some horny teenager. Still, the kiss was pleasurable though. Trent wasn't going to deny that. Especially once he felt the long tongue penetrate deep inside his mouth. That was something that no other had done with him before, and it was strangely arousing.
Trent gradually got more into the kiss as time progressed, but once the video game player showed full enthusiasm, Drew pulled back. What a darn tease…
"You like it then, huh?" Drew whispered, smirking at Trent's befuddled expression. "Look, I'm just saving you from the guys you call friends."
"Huh? Dude, what the hell are you on about?" Trent whispered for what he felt was no reason too.
"Tyson, Justin, Yoshi, Zack and the Usos. You think they'll just keep their boners in their trunks and tights with you gone, don't 'cha?"
"Yeah. Of course. I mean they're all my dudes! They're gonna wait for me…" Trent said with more uncertainty as time progressed. The expression on Drew's face wasn't helping him much either. "…aren't they?"
"Tell ya what. In five minutes, we'll check back up on them, and I'll prove myself right. Like I always am." Drew said, as his expression changed from stern to lust. "Now a lot can happen in five minutes…like this." Drew pulled Trent's trunks down to his ankles as soon as he finished his sentence. Barreta's limp and floppy manhood was unveiled, and Drew would take great pleasure in going down low and engulfing it inside his orifice.
"Damn!" The only sound to come out of Trent's mouth, excluding the satisfied moans that came with every time Drew would deepthroat his decently sized dick.
He was shocked, but pleasantly shocked with the sudden blowjob he was given. He wasn't going to complain though. When a dude got a blowjob, a dude would get a blowjob, no matter who was giving it (well…that was what Trent believed).
Drew smirked as he felt the palms of Barreta swoop past his brunette locks and form a grip on the back of the Scotsman's head. Drew gave enough blowjobs (mainly to Vince and Shane McMahon) to figure out what that signified, and it only meant good things for his stupendous ego.
The taste of Trent's shaft was tangy, Drew wouldn't deny that. He still preferred Vince's manhood for many reasons (the biggest one being it made Drew a bona fide Superstar), but Trent's was still nice to suck.
Trent was just as pleasured by Drew's suctions. The man must have sucked at least twenty dicks to get this talented! Deepthroating would come as a thing of ease, as the Scot often reached the base of Trent's shaft, eliciting what seemed like an eternity of moans and groans that exhibited how much he enjoyed this occurrence.
Barreta would use the grip he formed on the back of McIntyre's head to face-fuck the individual who orally worshiped his tool. The ravenette quickly succumbed to lust as his sole aim was to give Drew the face-fucking of his life; to make sure that the head of his cock reached the back of the Scot's throat!
What felt like the ultimate blowjob Trent would ever experience continued to take place for a few further moments, until suddenly, Drew pulled away from the wrestler.
"It's been five minutes." Drew smirked, as he held Trent's tights and pulled them back up, so his manhood wouldn't be seen. "Come. I wanna prove myself right…again. Let's check on the six dweebs and see how slutty they all are."
"Dude!" Trent groaned in disapproval. He would have just rather continued with receiving a blowjob from heaven, but judging by the looks of Drew's scowl, it was safe to assume the European was adamant with peeking in the locker room. "Fine…but we better do this type of stuff after we peek on them."
"Of course." McIntyre grinned, as he lightly smacked Trent on the back. "Now come on. They're probably sucking each other off as we speak."
And so the two long haired gentlemen went to check up on the tight-knit sextuplet to see whether or not Drew was right. It took both men a lot to muster up the determination to not screw each other whilst walking back to the NXT locker room…even if it wasn't so far away. Their lust for each other was incredibly transparent, but that lust would have to get swept aside for the moment being.
The Scotsman smirked at the sight he was presented with, once he and Barreta managed to eventually get their view of the six men without getting caught. He was right, once again.
Tyson and Justin were currently whoring themselves out to the four hunks in the locker room. That was going to be Trent's job, as a gift for his triumphant return, but since he was called away, there wasn't a likely chance that Trent would be coming back…so the six hunks may as well have gotten to enjoy the experience without Barreta.
Kidd would greedily bob his head up and down the phallic lengths of Ryder and Tatsu, deepthroating one hunk before moving onto the other, whilst Gabriel did the same with the Usos.
"Man! You know what to do with those big Samoan dicks, don't 'cha Justin?" Jimmy moaned, as he and Jey were only inches apart as they both grinned down, witnessing Justin slobber inch after inch of their big fat cocks.
"Ahh! Tyson…mmm…do very good with this." Yoshi moaned. He still hadn't mastered the English language quite yet, but at least he had a nicely sized cock, even with the stereotype about Asian men.
Tyson was radiating his glee through the moans and lustful comments thrown in by Zack and Yoshi, as he continued to zealously bob his head on their rock hard erections.
Trent was just in shock, however. He was lustful also, but that was mostly due to his brief encounter with McIntyre, who stood centimetres away from him. Trent just couldn't believe that his own dudes would have their own little orgy behind his back! He thought that a dude would be waited for by his fellow dudes…but obviously that wasn't the case.
"Can't believe it, huh?" Drew whispered. "So now that we both know I'm right, as I usually am, why don't we go and fuck…I'll be better than those dweebs anyway."
"Yeah! Sure!" Trent said, a little louder than he was hoping for. He caught the attention of Zack for a brief second, but given his current state of arousal, the Long Island Iced Z never recognised Trent's presence due to the deepthroating he received from Kidd.
And off they went again. Anywhere far away from the male's locker room was good enough for them. Surprisingly, they bumped into Audrey Marie…who was a little bewildered at the fact that two men were rushing by with their bodies only inches apart.
"Hey y'all! What's the hurry for? Y'all don't have time to stay and chat?" Audrey asked, as she intentionally blocked Drew and Trent from going further than they were hoping for.
"Well we do have the time to stay around…but I have other plans than talking. You could always join us, if you want." The Scotsman pulled his usual charming smirk, as his finger slowly crept up Audrey's thigh and delved past her black skirt…only to get slapped away.
"Eww! I was only tryna be friendly with y'all! Why y'all gotta be so creepy? Disgusting pervert!" The rookie Diva shouted with her Southern drawl, as she stormed off due to the audacity of the horny European hunk.
"Your loss bitch!" Drew would shout, before focussing back on Trent. "Don't worry about her baby. She's just some wannabe ring rat. Now, where were we?" Drew asked with a seductive ooze to his voice, whilst his hands gently provided friction with what was hidden in Trent's wrestling tights.
Trent couldn't properly answer that question without some type of stammer coming out. Although they were applied gently, Drew's palms were too powerful for Trent to handle. His manhood quickly got erect and begged for freedom of the confining lycra tights.
It made Drew smirk. Trent was too smitten to reply to the adventurous palms that roamed around his crotch. He now had Trent trapped in his palms, both literally and figuratively. Anything he would ask, Barreta would most likely comply. "Turn around." Drew would demand with a lustful growl added in, just to test his dominance over the other man.
The ravenette swiftly obeyed Drew's orders. He turned around quicker than a hiccup. His ass (which Drew now found out was more ample than he initially thought) was inches apart from the Scotsman's face. He just wanted to get those darn trunks back down to his ankles.
"S-Strip me! P-P-Please!" It was a struggle, as Drew's fingers continued to explore the lower half of his desirable body, but Trent managed to spill out his urges and needs. He just waited for the other man to fulfil them.
"Want me to fuck you already, huh?" Drew smirked broadly, especially when Trent whimpered in approval whilst his body quivered in anticipation. "At least you said please like a good little bitch." Drew tore Trent's tights apart to reveal that scrumptious derriere of his. "Your hole's twitching. Guess you want it filled, huh?"
"G-God yes! You d-don't know how l-long it's been!" Trent whined. The last time he got fucked was over six months ago, and that was from Mason Ryan of all people. Ryan looked like he would have tons of sexual prowess to unleash, but in reality, he had barely any. He lasted a minute before cumming inside Barreta, and then left. Trent didn't like that. He wanted more than just a sixty second man. He wanted somebody to loosen his hole for five minutes, at least!
"Better not keep you waiting then." The brunette smirked, before he plunged inside his reward for being so verbally persuasive. He moaned just as loud as Trent did with the anal intrusion that was starting to go down. Drew's girth and length plus Trent's tight walls made for one very pleasurable experience.
"God!" It was only one word, but one word that would get mentioned way too much, as Drew continually rammed his hardness inside Trent's taut heat.
"Didn't your mummy tell you never to mention God's name in vain?" A feminine voice lurked across the shadows, and soon enough, its owner would reveal itself to the two long-haired gentlemen. Paige smirked, as she walked up to the two horny men. "What? You look at me like I'm some type of ghost. Just because I'm pale doesn't mean I'm bloody supernatural." And with that, the ravenette Diva wormed her way underneath Trent, and boldly engulfed his now floppy manhood inside her mouth.
Trent continued to moan wantonly at the pleasure that now increased tenfold thanks to Paige's velvety oral passage. The shaggy haired Dudebuster gradually became rhythmically seamless with his movements. He would thrust back against Drew, feeling more of the Scottish stud inside him, and then thrust forward into Paige, feeling her sensational mouth accommodate the whole of his cock.
This continued for a few moments. Paige continued to expertly bob her head up and down Trent's now phallic length, whilst Drew expertly pounded away at the slackening heat of the video gamer, until said video gamer could feel that similar feeling he'd mostly feel with his dudes whenever Barreta was close. The shaft would throb in Paige's mouth, and before you knew it, hot white essence would fill Paige's mouth to the very brim.
The Englishwoman was shocked to say the very least, but she did admire Trent's courage to just cum inside her mouth without warning. Not many men had the balls to do that. Paige would get her own back on Trent sooner or later, but she still admired his bravery. For that, she decided to swallow rather than spit, and she eventually felt all of Trent's essence swallowed up inside of her.
Drew could tell what was transpiring without even getting a perfect view of it all. Through Trent's particularly loud and wanton cries of pleasure and the quivering of his body, it was clear as crystal to interpret what he was going through. He was experiencing a mind-shattering climax, and Paige was dealing with the brunt of it.
Just thinking about that made the Scotsman's shaft throb at the thought, and he still had a position in mind for the three of them.
"Suck me." Was all that Drew felt he needed to say, as he pulled his pulsating penis out of the slackened heat he was just pounding away at and sat on the floor. Thankfully, it was. Trent quickly got the message, and managed to carefully pull away from Paige and engulf Drew in one go.
And Trent began his oral assault on Drew. Whorishly bobbing his head up and down, the ravenette Superstar was desperate to receive a taste of the European's hot and tangy release.
Meanwhile, Paige wanted to feel her own juices surge out of her. It's been a while since any worthwhile orgasm had taken place, and Paige was feeling particularly raunchy at this moment in time. Quickly stripping of her gear, Paige positioned herself so that her clitoris was only inches apart from Drew's face. "You better know how to use that tongue boy. I don't want to be disappointed."
The orders were stern, and the lust was present in Paige's voice. Just how Drew liked it, as a shit-eating grin emerged on his face. "You obviously haven't heard about how good I can use meh mouth if you're having doubts." And with that, the brunette began to quench his appetite for juicy pussy, as his tongue greedily delved inside the sacrosanct zone.
Paige moaned blissfully at the intrusion. Perhaps it was due to how long she's had her rose bud penetrated by a hungry tongue, or perhaps it was due to how talented McIntyre really was with his mouth. Either way, Paige could feel herself getting a little wet from Drew's tongue in the minute or two he plunged inside her and twirled around her lips.
Drew was in a euphoria filled with desire. He had Trent giving him a surprisingly good blowjob, whilst Paige was getting dazzled by his talented tongue. Those two things were heavenly in itself, but they were also what eventually brought the Scottish stud crashing down from euphoria into reality. Moments later, and Drew would climax in Trent's mouth.
The moans and the groans that signified his release vibrated amongst Paige's lower lips. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the second, due to a mixture of Drew's moans and Drew's tongue. Eventually, as the self-proclaimed Chosen One continued his relentless oral assault, Paige could feel her sexual peak being reached. She couldn't handle it much longer. Her juices gushed out of her passage like a geyser, and one that Drew was fortunate enough to get a perfect taste of.
Normally, Drew would have just swallowed whatever was in his mouth and then came up with some type of cocky remark, but Paige's juices were just too good to give up tasting…so instead, that job would be allocated to Paige on this occasion.
"You know, for someone who mainly sucks off Vince, you're pretty good when it comes to pussy."
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So that is the perfect definition of rushed! (The last few hundred words, anyway). Hopefully you liked it, in all its rushed glory!
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