Since Little Kyle was eight years old, he found some interest in wresting, the fake big time TV show kind. Mainly thanks to his cousin, Phillip, for being a fan since WWF while Kyle went the other way and always watched WCW. Least it always made hang out days interesting when they threw each other around like the superstars they loved. But it wasn't just the different shows, nor the superstar wrestlers that made the two argue. It was the Divas.
Philip loved Trish Stratus, naming her the hottest one of them all. Hell, he even had her poster right over his bed. While Kyle's affection was for Stacy Keibler. And boy when they slapped on the Diva dancing on the main menu of the first Smackdown vs Raw game, Kyle loved unlocking the underwear version and watched Stacy's model dance on his screen.
With a part of him honestly wishing that from the times he masturbated to it; WWE would see it and send Stacy Keibler to his house to have sex with him. Such a cute delusional kid, he is.
One day while the two were playing, Phillip's character once again kicking Kyle's ass.
"Come on! It's so unfair, you keep on kicking me, and he game won't let me up!" Kyle shouted, ready to throw the PS2 controller.
"Not my fault you can't remember how to counter. Come on, got tired of saying 'Oof' for your guy?" Phillip grinned at him, making fun of the noise Kyle made every time his own character landed a hard hit on the other.
They kept tapping and swirling the controller button and sticks until Kyle tried shoving Phillip's shoulder as he watched his created superstar get pinned.
"No! Dammit!" Kyle growled and dropped the controller. Watching his cousin mimic the same motions of the character on the screen. "Why you little!" He shouted before tackling Phillip to the floor. Making the two struggle around, knocking into the wall at one point. It took a knock to his door for the two to finally stop and looked up as it opened. Kyle's Aunt walked in.
"What the hell is going on up here?" She asked in her stern yet whisper tone. She always seemed to have an angry brow to her as well.
"Sorry, mom. Just beat him in the game." Phillip grinned wide, pushing Kyle off him.
"Well, anyway. Got a surprise for you." She didn't wait for them to ask and suddenly wiped out four tickets, with badges. WWE tickets for Madison Square Garden with VIP passes! Both of the boys sat up, eyes widen open in shock. Phillip was the first to run up to his mother and hug her tightly, thanking her over and over again. And once Kyle new one of them were for him, he thanked just as loud as his cousin. The other two were for any of Phillip's friends and the last for his father to go with them. The two cousins looked to each other giving one big high five before going back to their own wrestling while his mother sighed and left the room.
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The show was intense! Course Phillip was a little disappointed the show was RAW and not Smackdown, but VIP tickets are better than nothing! Being so close to the ring, almost tempted to hop over the wall and grab a seat next to Jerry "The King" Lawler and Jim Ross. This was a blast as they watched the action, the sound the ring made when the wrestlers were thrown onto it.
Kyle cheered along with Phillip as they watched the main event, one of their favorites, Kane! He dominated his opponent in the ring! This was the best night ever for these two cousins!
But, it wasn't over yet! Afterwards, the security of the event came over to escort the four of them to their VIP experience. Backstage they were able to meet the attending superstars as well as the championship belt holders! Taking photos, getting autographs. It went on and on.
For Phillip especially, it was like a dream come true. And while Kyle was having fun, he kept looking around, wishing they take a photo with Kane or at least someone he liked more. Other times he thought about it being like his created superstar. Walking around backstage like; Smackdown vs Raw, Shut Your Mouth! and Here Comes The Pain!
As they continued on to more of the experience, onto the merchandise, Kyle's wandering eye caught a glimpse of the locker room. Having to get picked out shirts and hats was one thing, but his thieving urges made him think about the stuff in there.
By some miracle he slipped away as the others turned the corner and he hid behind some stage crates.
"Heh...all too easy, later, Phil." Kyle snickered quietly as he turned back to the locker room door and hurried inside before he got caught. Only one problem. "Where is everything?" He shrugged, flapping his arms and they clapped his shorts as they swung back down. The locker room was empty. Some of the lockers themselves were left open but no bags or shirts. Not even one body tape that wasn't already in the trash. "Well...no harm in looking, probably already busted." Kyle stated with a shrug, thinking how sure, he'll get in trouble but not like he can get arrested or anything.
Walking around a corner, he suddenly saw a black duffel bag.
"Aw yeah, sweetness." He smiled wide, ready to run over and grab whatever he found interesting. Until he heard footsteps and froze up against the wall. "Oh crud oh crud oh crud oh crud..." His voice echoed like mad in his head, he knew it, he was already caught. Kyle looked over and, he couldn't believe his eyes nor his luck.
It was freaking Stacy Keibler, reaching into her bag to get some more casual clothes on. She was wearing one of her usual Diva attire. Thin black shirt sleeve shirt that only covered her arms and her small but wonderful breasts. Looking down her slender, toned body, Kyle felt his heart race as he stared at her exposed upper body and down to her tiny denim skirt. Showing off more of those long, lovely legs she was so well known for, kicking the knee high heel boots next to the bag.
Kyle gulped as he still couldn't move, he did want to. This was better than the main menu screen model of her dancing. But from staying still for so long, he forgot to breath slowly and ended up taking in a deep inhale.
Stacy Keibler's bright blonde hair whipped behind her as she turned to her peeping tom. Only to see the little kid at the corner.
"What the-? What are you doing in here?" Stacy asked, folding her arms.
"Uh...I um...Got separated from my cousin and uncle." Kyle lied, holding up the VIP badge. "Thought someone in here could help..."
Stacy shook her head. "Alright, come on." She slipped on flip-flops and went over to him. But Kyle wouldn't move. "What's wrong?" She asked, tilting her head a little.
"I...I." He gulped. "I think you're the hottest Diva!" He blurted out.
Stacy smiled and ruffled his hair. "You're so sweet. Thank you. Now let's go find your uncle." She reached for his hand before he kept it as he looked up to her.
"I want to ask...I have the game, where you're dancing on the main menu...Could you...dance for me? Please?" Kyle asked, still glued to the wall.
"You're kidding." She arched her brow at him.
Kyle just shook his head. "Just a little, then I'll go, I promise." He nodded to her now, watching her look a little lost but, like it was something out of his fantasy driven mind, she just chuckled and agreed with a smile.
Taking his hand, she brought him over to the bench her bag was resting on and sat him down. Kyle was still in disbelief this was happening. Were the VIP passes a way for him to get to her, instead of them sending Stacy Keibler to him? He stopped pondering once, just like he'd seen on the show and in the story mode of the game, Stacy started to sway her hips. Her hands and arms flowing up and down her body. Kyle could only stare.
Without any reason to expect it, Stacy drew closer to him and began to give him a freaking lap dance. And her having to bend her long legs in order to get close to him. Call it a fantasy come true or just the luckiest moments in this kid's life, but he was finally able to witness first hand, his favorite diva, dance for him.
Soon enough, Kyle could feel the familiar tightness in his shorts. It made him clench his legs against each other and put his gloved hand over it. Trying to hide it before Stacy turned back around. But of course, it was just making it even more obvious.
The dancing took a turn to the intense as she turned around and put her leg next to him, swaying her body towards him. That's when Stacy saw him attempting to mask the buldge.
"Oh...Hmm. This is really getting to you. Do you watch me dance a lot on that game?" Stacy asked, with a smile, continuing her dance.
"Ye-Yes...I try to make sure it's only you on the screen and not the other divas." Kyle answered honestly.
"And you probably touch yourself, don't you?" She leaned in, staring into his eyes.
"...Yes..." He lowered his head as he answered.
"Hmmmm...Well, you are here as a VIP and it wouldn't be fair to leave without your favorite diva's autograph." Her voice grew quiet and slow, making Kyle look back up to her. He knew the dance was over and figured he was about to get something signed then escorted. But oh no, this wasn't the case. Stacy knelt down and took his hand away from the buldge. Putting her own hand on it and started to stroke.
"There..." Such a soft tone.
"Ah..mmmm..." Kyle exhaled as he clenched both hands onto the bench. "Sta-Stacy..."
"Just relax...Who do I make this out to?" Her fingers slipped under the fold to grab the zipper and started to pull it down.
"Kyle...My name is Kyle." He answered her, watching with widen eyes.
"To Kyle. Got it~" Unzipping his shorts, she gave them a tug with his underwear and gently took hold of his child sized dick. Stroking it and rubbing gently. "With love, Stacy Keibler~" She licked her lips then that tongue of hers rolled along the bottom of his shaft. Kyle leaned back, making small moans and gasps of pleasure.
"Mmmmm~ Delicious." She smiled, her mouth was so wet from saliva. Backing it easier to rub whenever she pulled her mouth away. "I can feel it twitching in my mouth..." Stacy chuckled again before taking it back into her mouth, whole. Going up and down so smoothly. Soon enough she was making noises as she sucked on him. Enjoying taking every inch of her fan's cock inside her mouth. Loving the taste of it made her go a little faster.
"Mmmmm...oooohh...Stacy. I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Kyle tried to speak as he moaned in his breathing.
Pulling away, she licked the tip. "Go ahead, cum as much as you want." Stacy told him with a seductive look in her eye, going back down on him. Faster and louder, resting her hands on his knees. Till finally, Kyle's body jerked and felt him cum quickly into the diva's mouth. She stopped for a moment as he did, but soon enough she sucked and licked him off a little more. Getting him clean and pulling back with her mouth closed, letting Kyle watch her take a few gulps to swallow it all.
"Oh god. You came so much~" She smiled, still talking to him so quietly.
Kyle looked at her and back to still twitching dick. He couldn't believe it. He just got a blowjob by her. It was blowing his mind away.
"There you go, one dance and a autograph." Stacy stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips. "Ready to go, before you get in bigger trouble?" To neither of their surprise, he shook his head.
"No." He still hand his hands clenched to the bench.
"Geez...don't be like that Kyle, we both have homes to go to." Stacy tried to explain to the stubborn kid, but he still shook his head.
"Every time I masturbated to your game self, I wanted to think WWE would somehow know about it and send you over to my room. Please! Can we have sex too?" Kyle asked, unable to keep himself from stroking his dick, getting it to twitch and throb again.
"...You're so adorable." Stacy shook her head with a smile then leaned over him. "Alright~"
Stacy helped Kyle removed his clothes other than his vest, sneakers and of course that glove of his. But when he went to pull on her string to undo her shirt, she poked his nose.
"No no no~" Giving him a little push against his nose, she turned him around to face down the bench. Making his heart beat faster as she wiggled her hips, removing her black underwear while leaving the skirt on. Kyle grew tense and his cock grew to being erect again. To add the final touch, Stacy performed her ring entrance by lifting her leg completely over the bench, revealing her pussy and then slowly leaned down and over Kyle. Her face to his and licked his lips. She chuckled again, sitting down onto the bench and laying down. Resting her head on her duffel.
She put on hand behind her head to hold onto the bench, as the other circled around her belly button and traced her body all the way up to her mouth. Sticking her finger in and licking her tongue around it. Sucking on it.
"Mmmmm~MMMMM~" She moaned again and again before finally putting one of her lovely legs onto Kyle's shoulder and tugged on him to get closer. When she opened her mouth, rubbing her tongue against her finger a bit, she exhaled in pleasure.
"Do me, Kyle. Put that dick of yours into your favorite diva." Her leg pulled on him again. "Do me like you always wanted to~"
Kyle only nodded, no words escaped his lips as he put both hands on her legs beside him and pushed himself inside her all the way. He gasped a little from how wet it was. Feeling her pussy squeeze on him. He sat there for a moment to stare at her, to believe this is true.
"Ooooooh~ Why did you stop?~" Stacy moaned, fidgeting a little. "Move again..." And Kyle did, rather fast too. Moving and pushing his cock further inside her. "Oh fuck...Yes~ Just like that." She gripped the wood tighter, her leg that was around him now raised in the air while the other spread more. "Ah..aaaah! Deeper!"
Hearing her talk so much, Kyle didn't talk at all and just kept thrusting inside the sex crazed diva. She was everything he wanted and now had. Gazing back up at her, he saw her licking her fingers again. Like she did when she sucked on him dick. The more he buried and thrusted into her, the more naughty she talked.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Mmmm~ So gooooood~" Stacy now started to grind up against him in each of his motions. Moving with his rhythm. "Yes~ Fuck me, Kyle. Just fuck me like crazy!"
This last longer than either of them expected, it go to the point where they were both sweating. Stacy's body shining under the lights.
The two had changed positions to where she was bent over and knelt down a bit. Both hands on the bench now, with Kyle ramming into her begging pussy from behind. He remembered the time he saw her with the wrestler Scott Steiner, how'd he almost smack her ass. Kyle knew he had to try. Before Stacy could stop him, he lifted her skirt, exposing her round ass and spanked it with his small bare hand.
"Ah!" Stacy let out a pleasurable yelp. "Oooooh~ Do it again~" She begged and he slapped her ass cheeks a few more times. "You like spanking me?" She looked over to him with a smile and those luring eyes again.
"Yes...Stacy! I'm gonna cum. Can I come inside again?" Kyle moaned out as he gripped her hips and thrusted faster and faster.
"Do it! Release all that tasty cum inside my pussy! Fill me up, baby! Fill me up with your hot cum!" Stacy held her head up, licking her lips as she gasped faster and louder. Till at last, Kyle pushed all the way inside as his cock poured out inside of Stacy. "Ooooooooooh~ Soooo goooood~" Was the last moaning noise she made and gave him another "autograph" to clean him up and to drink more of his delicious cum.
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Finally, the two left the locker room and escorted the wandering kid back to security, his cousin and uncle.
"Kyle! The hell have you been?!" His uncle nearly shouted. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"
"I...I'm sorry..." Kyle nodded.
"He got lost, found him trying to find you guys out with the crowd." Stacy covered for him.
"Whoa! Stacy Keibler! Dude, you got saved by your favorite diva!?" Phillip grinned wide, nudging Kyle's shoulder, who smiled in return.
"Yeah, I did."
Security sighed and was now ready to escort them out, thanking them for being VIP for tonight's event.
Kyle turned back to look at Stacy again, seeing her once again licking her fingers, so slowly.