John Cena's Big Night (Patreon)

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“Okay John, let’s go ahead and hit your mark and make sure the teleprompter angle works for you.”

“On it, boss.”

John Cena walked forward up to the microphone planted in the center of the stage, and from the sound booth, I could see him craning his head forward to see the yellow text in front of him. This was the dress rehearsal the day before the Oscars, and each presenter had to practice their marks quickly, one pair after the other.

“All good, boss.”

His deep voice resonated back to us without even getting near the mic, and I didn’t break my gaze as he read his part and turned around to head offstage.

“Hey Mr. Cena, the stage manager is wondering if you have the wardrobe for tonight yet.”

His face seemed to blush a bit as a smile crossed his nervous face.

“They’re molding it now- I uh, just let them try it on me before I left my dressing room.”

As my boss kept talking with him, the sound technician and I kept gossiping about what we were going to see during the main broadcast. Echoing the famous Oscars streaker from years ago, John would be presenting the award for Best Costuming wearing nothing but a modesty pouch and the award envelope.

“Okay, go ahead and strip down to your underwear now then since you don’t have it with you. We need to test angles to see if the envelope is big enough.”

Staring up at him, my boss just put a hand on my arm to keep me from making any noise.

“I can run back to my dressing room to grab it- I think it should be ready by now.”

“No, we need to stay on schedule, but don’t worry, it’s an empty house now.”

“I, uh- well, I don’t actually have underwear on now. I took it off to get the modesty pouch fitted, and I just put my sweats back on.”

He wasn’t as confident now as he seemed in movies, and I realized that it didn’t look like he had a shirt on underneath his zip-up sweatshirt either.

“Hey John, let’s just get it done, so we can get you back to your skivvies.”

He laughed a bit at that as he unzipped his jacket to reveal his ripped physique, but it didn’t seem that genuine. It seemed like he’d much rather be back in the safety of his dressing room than here, but he was far too much of a professional to admit that.

As he kicked off his sandals, he carefully positioned the envelope in front of his crotch and shimmied out of his loose sweatpants.

He was really doing it- he was standing on stage completely naked. He was supposed to be fooling the audience tonight, but here, it was actually a reality. It was a large envelope, but still, one wrong move, and he was ours.

Andy made him read the teleprompter one more time, and then he was done. He’d shown off the v-shaped muscles leading down to his dick, but that was it unfortunately.

“Hey John, I know the lights are a little bright, but can you see up here to us? I want to make sure you’re facing the correct camera.”

And then it happened, just like Andy planned it. At the mention of the bright lights, John lifted his hand up above his eyes to shield them as he looked our way without even thinking, and he used the hand holding the envelope. Caught in HD quality on our monitors, John Cena’s impressive dick was revealed, and he was big all over. A trimmed patch of hair rested above his thick shaft, and the pink head of his cock was like a beacon for all of our eyes.

“Oh fuck!”

The free show only lasted for about a second or two, and he started laughing it off as Andy reassured him that our cameras aren’t recording anything. He even let down his guard enough for us to see the side view of his massive, muscled ass as he pulled up his sweatpants before heading offstage with a wave.

“I really wish we would have been recording that.”

Andy looked down at me with a smirk, pointing over to his phone angled at the monitor.

“I said our cameras weren’t recording- I never said anything about my own.”