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As though Randy VIII hadn't been excited enough by Kurt wrestling with Karl, Herbie of all people was entering the ring... He gave a loud whistle. "Go for it, sug!"

Kurt tackled Herbie and threw him into the mud, the two rolled around, doing their best to pin each other down.

Randy chewed his lip and watched, hand inching closer and closer to his pants as he squirmed in place...

The man next to him grimaced and moved away, "Sicko..." he muttered. Kurt pinned Herbie down with a muddy hand, his blond hair filthy and plastered to his head as dark gritty muck dripped down his frame.

Randy didn't even seem to notice that he might be disturbing anyone. "Get 'im, sug'!" he called, addressing both Kurt and Herbie as opposed to one or the other. "Beat 'is ass an' make 'im eat dirt!" One of the buttons to his shorts popped open...

Kurt dragged Herbie through the mud before he hurled him aside, splashing some mud onto Randy. Kurt gave a triumphant roar, his slim body coated in the brownish grey mud.

Randy let out a soft moan and wiped the mud across his face like war paint, then screeched and leaped into the ring.

Herbie was carried out and Kurt held out an arm for Randy.

Randy jumped on him, knocking him back into the mud. "Oh, honey," he panted, mismatched eyes full of want.

Kurt blew at him, flecks of mud spraying from his lips to sprinkle on Randy's face. "Want to help me wash this off?" he asked.

"Mmhmmm." Randy licked his lips, not at all minding the taste of dirt that followed.

Kurt stood, "Alright, let's go!"

Randy practically flew to the showers, though it wasn't getting clean that he was in a hurry to do.

Kurt rinsed himself off then wrapped his wet arms around Randy, "I think I know what you need...."

Randy grabbed him and pressed him close. "Yeah?"

Kurt gave him a kiss "yeah."