Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (10 page)

“Yeah!” Jasper could see where this was going, and he didn’t like it.

“Then that is your genitalia. Next athlete, please.”

Jasper looked down at the box once more. He tried to keep calm as best he could, but he knew the knot in his stomach from the anger that washed over him would soon rise up and he’d lose his cool. “What colour am I?”

“You are of African American decent. Your skin reflects that heritage.”

He shoved to stasis box in front of the robot’s cold, illuminated eyes. “Then tell me why this dick is white. Sure, it’s real nice, but it just ain’t mine, that’s all.” Jasper mentally counted to ten. “Why in my right mind would I get a white dudes schlong attached between my legs, hmmm?”

“Because that is your genitalia according to the ID code you imprinted. Perhaps you are mistaken. There have been plenty of men who have tried to take better genitalia than their own in the past.”

“I have damn fine genitalia, thank you very much!”

“No need to get defensive, competing athlete. If you would like to lodge a complaint, please return the box back to stasis and fill out the appropriate claim forms over in the claims department on level two.”

“How long will that take?” Jasper asked between his teeth, now breathing hard. His anger boiling up inside him.

“Twenty four hours,” the robot replied in his cold, mechanical voice. A voice that now grated on Jasper to no end.

“What?” Jasper roared. “I can’t wait that long. Besides the fact I’ve got a post match meeting tonight, I need to go to the loo real bad.”

“You can have your bladder syphoned free of charge while your claim is being considered. Please return the box so it can go into quarantine and remain in the stasis field.”

Jasper was about to jump onto the counter and throttle the electric life out of the mechanical idiot who was in charge of something so important yet failing miserably, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned. Behind him was a man that took his breath away. Tall, thin and with a smile that would have made him weak in the legs so he’d have no choice but to kneel down before him given any other circumstance.

“I think you have my dick,” the man said, cool and casual and never once letting his smile slip away. “My number ID number is only one digit different to yours. A nice happy accident, hey?”

Jasper opened his mouth. No sound eventuated except a sigh of breath that melted away all his anger. Finally, he managed, “I have? It is?”

“Yeah. And I’ve got yours.” The man reached out his hand. With one fluid motion he took his stasis box and handed Jasper’s his own. “Nice bit of equipment, too. I wouldn’t mind getting to see it attached and in action. You’ve got a foreskin I could chew on for a week and still beg for more.”

“Who…are…you?” Jasper felt as dumb as the robot counter server for asking, but he’d never seen this man before in his life. He would have known if he had. He’d have asked him out within a heartbeat. He was gorgeous. All smooth skinned, but with golden hair that he could run his fingers through for an eternity where it mattered. Something about skinny dudes did it for Jasper. Did it so bad, he’d bend him over and lick his rim until his spine turned to jelly so he was ripe for anything without hesitation.

“I’m Carlos Mendoza. Marathon runner, and this is my first Olympiad. How about you? What’s your story?”

Jasper licked his lips. “Well, after we get our dicks back on, how about I tell you everything you need to know over lunch? Something hearty and filling like a real piece of meat cooked on the barbeque. My treat.”

Carlos shook his head. “Can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Jasper’s heart sank. Had he blown his chance with Carlos before he’d even begun because he was too pushy?

“Because the only meat I want to eat is yours, and I’m afraid a lunch like that might fill me up too much.” Again that smile remained on his full, plump, kissable lips.

Jasper’s stomach turned in a delicious way. Not many men did that to him. “Then I suggest we get our gear on and go play. Where you want to go?”

“The Luna View rooms. I hear they’re perfect for all sorts of occasions, including the intimate kind.”

“Deal.” Jasper leaned over to plant a kiss onto Carlos’s lips. The man accepted him, offering a glimpse of his tongue to help sweeten the moment. “Meet you there in an hour—oh, damn. I can’t do that. I’ve got a post match then. How about later on tonight, around seven?”

For the first time Carlos lost his smile. “I can’t do that, either. I’ve got training then.”

Jasper grabbed a card and pen from the counter. “I’ll give you my room’s number. Meet me tomorrow after our first round match, okay?”

“You sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure.”

***

“Hey, you look like you just saw the Saint of old Mary,” Padrig said to Jasper as he entered the team’s headquarters and meeting room located within the zero-G wrestling grid complex. They patted each other on the back.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Let’s just say my mix up at the reattachment centre got me some fine tail.”

“Finally got you some skinny dude, hey mate?” Chalky added, a cheeky smile accompanying his words.

“You bet.”

“You’ve got to bring him home to us, too,” Padrig said. “Got to see what turns our man on.”

Jasper smiled. “You know what turns me on. You guys attach it to yourselves after each game.”

Chalky dropped his pants. “You’re such a cock slut, Jasper.” He then grabbed his dick and waggled it, slightly retracting his ample foreskin so that a teasing view of his pink, moist head and lickable piss slit could be seen. “I like a man who knows what he wants.” 

At that moment, Coach Andrew Macmillion entered the room. “Good game today guys. But the toughest game is yet to be fought. Who wants to start the meeting—ah, I see chalky already has his motion put before us. He can start then.”

Chalky got up onto the table that adorned the centre of the room. He removed the rest of his clothes. He retracted his foreskin fully, revealing his now bulging head. Pre-cum dribbled from his dick, catching the light and glistening like a spider web soaked with morning dew. “I propose that you all get down and suck on my big Aussie monster. I played a good game today, and I say we should have some damn good fun as a reward.”

“I like that motion, Chalky,” Padrig said as he removed his clothes as well, coming so that his lips were at his team mate’s cock. Seconds later, Padrig had taken him into his mouth, slurping and sucking so that Chalky had no option but to get harder and groan like a man loving every minute of the attention.

Jasper smiled. Chalky was a bitch, no two ways about that. Good thing, too. He was the one who usually got all the pounding.

Jasper took off his clothes, too. He retracted his foreskin, his head as large and ready as it had ever been, hardened by the thought of Carlos and their encounter earlier. He came so he was behind Padrig, feeling his buttocks, letting him know of his intention.

Padrig’s arse was amazing, more firm and tight than even Chalky’s. The man moaned as Jasper worked his way to his rim with his touch, unable to talk seeing as he was stuffed to the tonsils with cock. Jasper liked it like that anyway. Nothing better than having a man writhe, unable to do anything but groan for more, while every hole was being fucked.

Coach Andrew slicked Jasper’s cock with lube, making sure every millimetre of his length was covered, offering a smile. “Thanks, coa—,” Jasper’s words were cut short by the man coming to kiss him, send in his tongue to conquer Jasper. He tasted sweet and salty all at the same time. Andrew was divine, a god who walked the Earth as far as Jasper was concerned. His dark hair, thick in the places that mattered, was all he could see think about while his coach danced and chased his tongue within his mouth. When parted, Andrew said, “Now give Padrig a good hard fuck. He’s been a bastard all day after the win.”

“Yes, Coach,” Jasper said. Licking his lips of his coach’s efforts.

Andrew removed his clothes. He was hard. His foreskin, as loose as Jasper had ever seen even when flaccid, still covered his cock. The coach came so that he was on the table and behind Chalky, lubricating himself while he got into position.

Soon Chalky was bent over just enough so Andrew could enter him, legs spread wider. He let out a cry of both pleasure and pain when the coach sunk his cock into Chalky’s hole. “Oh, fuck! That hit the goddamn spot, coach.”

Andrew closed his eyelids, concentrating on his efforts while his deep breathing set the rhythm of his actions like a metronome. He had his hands gripped tight around Chalky’s waist. The sight of them together was beautiful.    

Padrig didn’t let anything disturb his cock sucking and continued unabated, coming so he was more underneath Chalky, craning his neck so he could still take his cock as deep as he had before. The air was soon filled with sucking and slapping as the action heated up between the coach and his team.

“Ready, Padrig?” Jasper had fingered Padrig’s hole so that he was nice and lose, deciding that his rim needed a good tonguing before he ploughed the man with his meat. That fingering was punctuated with buttock slapping and tight grabs to let him know Jasper meant business, the result delightful little groans.

Of course, Padrig couldn’t answer. Instead, he groaned, giving his acknowledgement. That was all the encouragement Jasper needed. He came to lick his team mate’s arse like a person would an ice cream on a hot summer’s day, lashing his tongue in great long movements across his rim, wetting him all over. He also made sure he caught the back of his big, red balls and the area of skin between them and his rim. Jasper knew that Padrig would be driven wild inside as all his senses were coerced into overdrive from his tongue movements. 

Padrig arched his back.

Jasper’s efforts had achieved his desired result. Now was the time to finish off what he started, make Padrig blow his load and lose his mind without even having to touch himself. A man’s dream beyond any other.

A few moments were spent gently feeding his cock into Padrig’s arsehole. The man groaned more and more as Jasper pushed in his length. The man almost gagged when Chalky grabbed the back of Padrig’s head and sunk his cock in until he was nose deep in his blond pubes.

Padrig shuddered.

He had blown his load, great ribbons of cum spurting across the table. At that moment, coach Andrew said, “Chalky, for winning the match for us you’re going to take us all.”

Chalky’s face was red, flushed with the feeling of ecstasy that would be rising up more and more inside him. “Sure thing, coach.”

Jasper pulled his cock out of Padrig’s hole. The warmth of his team mate was missed in an instant. Still. He’d soon have Chalky. That more than kept his erotic thoughts alive and his dick as hard as ever.

A moment was spent getting Chalky into position. He was laid on his back on top of Andrew. Padrig helped place the coach’s cock back into Chalky’s arsehole. Soon, the sight of Andrew’s balls bouncing as he got his rhythm back, and of Chalky’s rim stretched, was something that stirred Jasper into action.

Jasper parted Chalky’s legs wider, shuffling up onto the table so he could get to his already filled team mate’s arse hole. “You’re going to get your reward for sure, Chalky.”

But Chalky couldn’t answer. Padrig had come around so that his cock, gaining hardness again, was fed into Chalky’s mouth. He licked and rolled his tongue around Padrig’s head as soon as he retracted his foreskin. Cum still dribbled out of his piss slit. Chalky sure had a feast.

Jasper used more lube, before he pressed his cock against Chalky’s hole above where Andrew had entered him. With a brief moment of resistance, Chalky’s arse soon sucked in Jasper’s cock, hungry for the whole of his length.

Chalky shuddered as he was filled by his team, his stomach quivering the dance of ecstasy. He had grabbed his cock and balls, lifting them up so Jasper and Andrew could fuck him without hindrance.

“Oh, my man, you’re so fucking good,” Jasper said with a gasp, the pangs of climax causing him to shudder with as much delight as Chalky. It wouldn’t be long now.

Sure enough, Andrew let out a cry. He was holding Chalky tight while he fucked him from behind, his muscles bulging as much as his cock inside his team mate. Seconds after the familiar yell of climax, Andrew began kissing Chalky on his ear and neck. He had cum, and within a few moments of that revelation, Jasper realised he had more room to move within Chalky.

The coach’s cock was flaccid.

That free movement was short lived. Jasper couldn’t keep back the flood of ecstasy any longer. He blew is load, squeezing his eyelids tight and grabbing Chalky around his waist as he pumped him full of more fluid, letting out a yell of victory at the same time.

Then Padrig let out a cry. He had cum again. Not as much fluid spurted out of him as before, but enough to cover Chalky’s chin in his delicious white sperm. Chalky had well and truly been filled.

When they had all kissed each other, deep and with the love only a team could have, they got up off the table. Jasper slapped each of their arses in turn. Then, a moment more was spent cementing the bond between them that could never be broken no matter if victorious or not. A moment filled with more kisses and embraces and gropes on the backside. What’s more, they all took turns to clean up the mess of cum all over Chalky with their tongues.

When Chalky was loved enough, when they were all loved enough, and Jasper could think of nothing else but how wonderful he felt, the coach said, “I think that means our meeting is adjourned, gentlemen. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” 

***

“Well, sports fans, this is it, the final of the ever popular zero-G wrestling. A contest that will see the favourites Australia take on the Ukrainian underdogs. I have to say it’s a beautiful morning on day twelve of competition, the full Moon giving all those interested a great backdrop to the finals action here at Olympic Park. The complex has once more risen to well above the thirty kilometre mark, making for perfect conditions for the athletes to compete in. We pick up the action from the Yokohama complex right before the first round of the gold medal match. Over to you, Howard.”