SmutFest (Husky/Chris)

It had been 3 hours of working out and Chris had started staring at Windham at least 3 times. He knew he couldn't be doing that, the kid had to be straight and he was just there because he needed help.

Windham was beyond tired by now.
"We done?" He asked, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead to get off some of the sweat.

Chris nodded and then he eyes Wade. "You were late, you need to keep going for atleast 10 more minutes," Chris told his rookie and Wade nodded tiredly. "Windham, me and you can go ahead and shower."

Windham nodded, stomach twisting in a knot at the thought of him and Chris showering together.

They entered the locker room and chris went over to his things, immideantly pulling off his sweat soaked shirt.

Windham quickly undressed, wanting to make this quick before he got any more turned on than he already was.

Chris couldn't help watching Windham from the corner of his eye, He was not fit like the other but Chris didn't mind, he like Windham. Chris stepped out of his gym shorts and boxers.

Windham quietly walked to the back corner of the shower. He was very uncomfortable with his body and knew any chance he might have ever had with Chris was gone the moment Chris saw him without clothes.

Chris stretched, and then he glanced at Windham, hiding from him. Chris rolled his eyes. "You know, you don't need to hid from me Windham."

Windham blushed slightly.
"I... don't want to gross you out or anything." He said quietly.

Chris frowned. 'First off your not gross." Chris scoffed. "Secondly, I have showered with Big daddy V, Rakishi, Mark henry, and even with Dusty Rhoads." Chris smiled slightly. "So what, your not skinny like that damn tooth pick you call a pro, but your different, that doesn't have to be bad. Not all wrestlers have to be like him, I sure as hell aint."

Windham gave a small smile.
"You don't think I'm gross?" He raised an eyebrow. He was used to the people telling him he shouldn't be allowed to wear trunks.

"Coarse I don't think you gross." Chris smiled. "Not one bit, you fine. You shouldn't feel like your gross, there not a damn thing wrong with you."

Windham grinned.
Did that mean Chris was saying he was attractive? He didn't know. No, he's just being nice, he told himself.

Chris laughed. "If I had to choice I would screw you over Cody any day."

Windham unsucessfully tried to hide the twitch in his cock at those words. He knew Chris had seen which pretty much meant things would be very awkward now if Chris even talked to him after that. He blushed and quickly stepped out of the shower, drying himself off, just wanting to get out of here.

Chris knew this was wrong but what the hell. "Do I make you hot Windam." Chris said hotly as he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet.

Whoa, definitely not what he'd been expecting. He didn't really know how to respond.

"What? Do I not? Did your cock twitch for some other reason?" Chris asked, stepping closer.

A lump formed in the back of Windham's throat, making him unable to talk.
"I..." He started.

Chris walked until he was infront of Windham. Chris ran a finger down the length of WIndhams cock. "Do I not make you hard?"

Windham gasped at his touch and simply nodded, wanting more.

"Well then Windham, do you want me to make you feel good?" Chris smiled. "Hmmmmm" Chris rested his hands on Windham's hips as he knelt down, waitinf for his answer. "Say yes Chris."

"Y-yes, Chris." Windham stammered, still shocked by the situation.

"Awwww." Chris whined, his tongue flicking the head of Windham's cock quickly. "No please?" He asked innnocently.