John could not find his dog tags. He always had his dog tags with him, if not on him. He had them on when they got here, hadn’t he? Or… Maybe he wasn’t wearing them. He rummaged through his bag and they were nowhere to be found. He checked the side pockets, the front pockets and the main part multiple times over.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Randy asked as John frantically searched for the tags that Randy had earlier shoved into his jacket pocket.

“Looking for my dog tags. Have you seen them?” he pleaded. He looked panicked. He needed to find them.

Randy scratched the back of his head as he gave John the line he planned to use first. “Maybe they fell out of your bag or your pocket in the car.”

John’s eyes lit up. That had to be where they were. Yeah, he must have shoved them into his pocket before they left and they fell out in the car. He still had a lot of him before his match, he could go do a quick search for them in the car. “Thanks,” he said to Randy as he ran out of the room.

“Welcome,” Randy replied as watched John leave. A smirk crossed his face. He walked over to his jacket and pulled the lost dog tags out. He then went to his bag where he took out a letter, both of which he stuck into John’s bag.

Several minutes later a dejected looking John returned. “No luck?” Randy asked even though he knew the answer.

“No. Shit, I can’t think of where they could be! I thought I grabbed them when we left from the hotel.”

“They have to be in your bag, dude. I thought you had a tracking system hooked up to those things.”

“I’ve looked through my bag a million times already. They’re. Not. There.”

“Well look. Again. Hey, I gotta go, man. I hope you find them,” he said to John giving him a quick kiss and a small smile before heading out.

John sighed. He knew they weren’t in his bag, but would it really hurt to look again? He unzipped the top and there they were. Right on top of everything. “Bastard,” John said to himself. He took out the dog tags and noticed there was a letter underneath them addressed to him. He put the tags on before he picked up the letter. It was in a plain white envelope and had his name in Randy’s scrawl across the front. He turned it in his hands a couple times before sitting down on a bench, flipping it over and opening it.

Dear John,

I bet right now you’re calling me an asshole for traumatizing you like that, making you think you lost your beloved dog tags. Well, I had to get you this letter somehow, and it was the best way to do it. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I went through all this trouble to slip you a little note in your bag before your match tonight.

I know you told me the outcome of your match tonight, and I thought you might need a little pick-me-up. Before you read more, I might suggest moving into the bathroom. Unless you’re up for a challenge.

John paused in his reading of the letter. He looked around the room, where people were filing in and out, not paying too much attention to him. He wondered just what Randy had in mind for this, telling him to move to the bathroom. What the hell was Randy playing at? He picked himself up and left for the bathroom, heading into a stall and locking the door behind him. He leaned against the side of the stall and he kept on reading, allowing Randy’s deep, slow voice to wash over him as he read further.

Six years. We’ve been together for over six years, and goddamn, I still love running my hands over your hard body, still love kissing you, still love having your dick inside my mouth, still love fucking you in the ass.

I’d love to do all kinds of things to you right now. We’re at home, you’re in the office and I come in. I wrap my arms around you and let my hands slide into your back pockets so I can grab your ass and pull you in close to me so I can feel your dick harden against my leg. I drop my head down and kiss you, I let my tongue probe deep into your mouth, running it over your own tongue, your teeth. I taste you, you taste me. When I break off the kiss, I start placing light kisses along your jaw, up to your ear where I bite on the lobe. I know how much you love that.

One of my hands slides up under your t-shirt and the muscles ripple under my touch. Your arms are wrapped around my back as your hands hold onto my head. I kiss down your neck, latching on with my teeth once I reach where the neck meets your shoulder. I know you much you love that.

Our bodies part and I bring my hands to your front, where one of my thumbs slides into a belt loop and the other unzips your fly. Both hands work to slide your shorts off, leaving you in only your boxers. I tell you to look at me, since your eyes had been shut this whole time. Your blue eyes’ gaze gets me every time, and the look alone makes my cock twitch. I sink to my knees and grin up at you, letting my hands run down your legs as I pull your boxers off of you. I know how much you love that.

I take in the beautiful sight before me, your dick aching to be touched, to be licked, to be sucked. One hand is splayed out on your hip and with the other I grab hold of the base and squeeze before I lean forward and lick the head. Your hands rest on the top of my head, gripping it. I continue to lick, keeping them brief touches, and I know you want more, I can tell by the way you fight to urge me forward. But you know what kind of pleasure I can give you, you know what I can do to you, so you keep fighting it as I continue to tease. My licks linger longer. I use the whole of my tongue instead of just the tip. And then finally, I take you into my mouth. You moan as your dick is engulfed in the warmth. I drop my head forward until my mouth makes contact with my hand, and when I draw my head back, my hand follows. My mouth comes completely off of your dick, but my hand stays on, thumb sliding over the head. I lean back in, licking you off of my thumb. My hand slides back down your dick while my mouth takes you back inside. I keep it up, drawing back, moving my hand in time with my mouth. But then I take my hand away and I can finally get all of you in. I moan around your dick as it touches the back of my throat. My moan sends a thrill up your body and I sense your cock twitching. Yeah, I know how much you love that.

I keep going, drawing myself back and sucking in my cheeks to further engulf you. The hand that had been on your dick is now playing with your balls. I take them in my hand and roll them and squeeze them just enough to please you through and through. My own cock is hard and begging for release. But instead I keep my attention on you as I move up and down. When your grip intensifies and your balls tighten in my hand, I sense how close you are. My pace does not slow down, if anything I move faster. You tell me that you’re about to come, and I’m more than ready for it. I moan again and it sends you over the edge. Both my hands are on your hips now as you buck forward, hitting the back of my throat once again as you shoot. Your hot cum goes down so smoothly, and I suck and lick, making sure I swallow every. Last. Drop. I know how much you love that.

I’m not done yet. I’m still hard, still untouched. I stand up and I quickly pull down my pants and briefs and I watch you look me up and down. You know what’s coming next. I grab your shoulders and push you around so you’re facing the wall. My hand runs over your ass and it feels so good. My hips jut forward and I run my dick along the crack of your ass, the leaking precum slicking up the path I make. I take the two fingers that I had in my mouth and slide them both inside you at once. It hurts you, but you know what I can give to you. I move my fingers in slowly, letting you adjust around me. I feel you relaxing your muscles, because I know you want me inside you. My other hand is back on your hip, the grip tight. I pull my fingers out and spit into my hand and use that to slick myself up. I hold my dick up against your hole and push my way in. You cry out. There’s no reason not to, we’re in our house, in our home. There are no restraints on us here. I’m all the way inside you now, but I don’t stay there long because I start to move. I pull back before I slam my dick back in. Right away I find the right angle and rub against your prostate. You cry out again, this time it’s from a wave of pleasure that washes through you, centering on your dick, which has become hard once more. My hand, the one that had been inside of you, stretching you out, now moves to your dick. I stroke it up and down in time with my thrusts. You’re pushing back against me, urging my dick deeper. Both of us are crying out at the pleasure we’re both feeling. You from my brushes against your prostate and my hand stroking over your cock, me from my dick moving in and out of the heat of your tight ass. I’m so close. So, so close. You’re constantly clenching your ass around me, increasing the friction, increasing the heat. My hand speeds up on your dick, wanting you to climax for a second time, wanting us to come together. Right now. Over me. I grunt as I thrust and then you turn your head and out lips meet in another passionate kiss and as your tongue slips inside my mouth, I let out a cry and begin to come inside your ass. Just as my orgasm begins, your second of the day starts. I fill your ass with my cum, and when I finish and pull out, I see it start to leak out of you. You turn around and before you capture my mouth with your own, you tell me how much you love me.

John had never been so turned on from simply reading a letter in his life. He stood panting in the bathroom stall, his spent dick in his hand. He wanted Randy now. How much longer was his segment going on? He folded up the letter and stuck it into his pocket, wanting to keep it for future reading. Tucking himself back inside his shorts, he left the bathroom and made his way behind the curtain to wait for Randy. It wasn’t long before his husband stood before him. “I see you found you dog tags,” Randy said with a smirk.

“I did.” John grabbed Randy’s shirt and pulled him in close, bringing his face down so John could say directly into his ear, “I didn’t think you had that kinda thing in you.”

Randy said back, “I take it you liked it, then.”

“I’ll tell you about that later. Right now, I have something business to take care of with you.”

Randy felt his cock begin to stir as John led him back towards the bathroom.