Ali Baba and the 40 Wrestlers
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As Ali Baba, I was a professional wrestler popular on TV and in public matches. My partner is Sam Mandelbaum. We are well known and successful. While we used to do big time matches, we also had a sideline doing private, nude exhibitions for wealthy men for big bucks. I am a shaggy, black haired Irishman, uncut and hung. Sam is a hairy Jewish guy, cut and hung. Our "exhibitions" are all naked and eventually erect. At the end we either sucked or fucked the host or the birthday boy. We are tested and safe and will do it bare if the host is tested. As I said we charged big bucks.
Professional wrestling is not the path to riches people might think. It's a lot of work and there is always a danger you will get hurt and a greater danger you will get screwed by your business manager. Our business manager, Saul Mandelbaum, is my partner's cousin and is not into wrestling at all. He likes managing money.
Saul has a knack for finding good deals and has a remarkable ability for finding businesses with potential. We had some money and Saul invested it, some in stocks bonds and some in new businesses. He said you only needed one of the businesses to grow and we would be in clover for the rest of our lives. That's not what happened. Three of our investments did well. In each case $15,000.00 to $20,000.00 of seed money grew into a million in five years. That isn't chicken feed. Two other business investments grew to two million, and in one we hit the jackpot. It did really well, producing an annual income of a million-five hundred for us. Saul was happy as a lark reinvesting the income for us.
Somehow Mandelbaum and I were wealthy. Maybe having assets of fifty million isn't much compared to billionaires, but it was more than enough for us.
We were getting old; 50 is ancient in the wrestling world. Most old wrestlers become managers of a gym or health club if they are lucky. Some do security, that usually means they are bouncers at night clubs. Some just devote their lives to drinking after retirement. We were lucky; they weren't. We had many friend in poor situations.
Mandelbaum and I were driving through Miami and saw a boarded up senior apartment house. It was in good shape. I called the realtor who handled the building and talked to him. It had been a viable until the owner used it as collateral for another building. This was just before the great recession. It went belly up, taking the nursing home with it.
We were loaded and had nothing to do with our money. We had talked about the sad state of old wrestlers and trainers. They usually didn't have enough money to pay for decent housing. We talked with Saul about the home. He said the price was good, but it probably wouldn't make money. Saul being Saul, ran some calculations and said at our income level losing money wasn't a problem.
We made some calls to friends and asked if they were interested a home for retired wrestlers and if they knew others who needed good and safe housing. Everyone was interested. We bought the building and thus was born the Atlas Arms Apartment house. The place was a U-shaped Mexican hacienda type building wrapped around an overgrown courtyard and a pool. The open side at the back of the U was the owner's residence. It was sort of fancy, but not too fancy. It was just right for us.
The place was in better shape than we thought, and we easily refurbished it. We called a few more pals and asked if they knew more guys who were interested in it. We had 40 residents on the day we reopened it.
Mandelbaum and I are gay and most guys in the business know that. Officially there are few gay wrestlers, but unofficially there are quite a few. I wouldn't say all our tenants were gay, but most were either gay or had provided men with a happy ending blow job or an anal massage. It turns out that there are many straight men who enjoyed letting a muscle-bound wrestler lubricate their asses with sperm.
We had one rule for our wrestlers. You had to be your real personality, not you ring personality. Most wrestlers' have a ring persona, the odder and more violent the better. After years that can become a problem. That was difficult for some of the guys to give up, but at least they tried.
Many wrestlers expected to get fucked for losing a bout when they were younger. That was usually a quick ram, pound and squirt session. Most of the birthday boys I fucked at parties expect the same. For many of them pretending they are being punished is the excuse for gay sex. They aren't gay; they are punished.
Mandelbaum and I don't need to be punished to like gay sex. Mandelbaum loves it and always has. I had been with a few guys before I met Sam. As soon as we connected, I realized that true love and hot sex could happily co-exist. Actually. I discovered hot sex when I popped through his sphincter. Two inches deep into his ass I found the love.
I was hoping that the Atlas Arms would be a friendly, safe place would let old wrestlers relax and enjoy themselves. Rents were based on their income, but many were on social security, and that was minimal some cases. We provided little jobs to make up the difference. We had security officers and gardeners. Since we lived there, we got to know who had problems and needed help.
The home had a dining room and kitchen. We turned it into more of a café-restaurant. We had a few men who had been short order cooks, and others who had worked in restaurants. We hired a real chef to run the place, Pedro. We had a daily menu for dinner, but breakfast was buffet style and we had a make your own sandwiches or a salad bar lunch. You could order burgers and fries type food if you didn't want the regular meal. The guys appreciated the freedom, but Pedro was a good cook and they liked him and his food.
We also had a few men who had been hit in the head too many times. This included Johnny Wonder and Mitch the Magnificent. They had been impressive in their prime, but the need to do stunts resulted in problems. Johnny's problem had been repeated head injuries and Mitch missed a landing and cracked his skull. They could function but got confused. We gave free room and board for a man to stay with them and help. A grad student, Miller Jones stayed with them. He said he was working on his PhD dissertation, but I had my doubts.
Miller was gay, but he didn't mess with Johnny or Mitch. He tended to be more of a father than a playmate. Miller was protective and made sure their friends were careful and sexually generous. Another resident, The Professor, also played the role of a protector. His post wrestling career was as a financial advisor and accountant. He helped the men with business affairs. Many of them had been screwed by their managers and the Professor was on the lookout for that.
An apartment house with mostly gay residents had its advantages. Our plan was to have a minimal staff, but some residents needed more help than others. I wouldn't say the gay grapevine is super-efficient, but the word was out that we were gay friendly. Men wanted to work in a good environment.
Mandelbaum had good judgement in hiring staff. Many men liked the possibilities in a gay work place but were not into the work part of the equation. We needed men who could work, not men who just needed work. Mandelbaum hired a guy named Bruno as a manager. He was a small, hyper-active man who struck me as being a fluffy, flaming fagot type straight from central casting.
I was wrong, Mandelbaum was right. In daily work Bruno was hyper; in an emergency he was calm and in control. He would also do whatever was most needed in any situation. When Gus had what we thought was a heart attack, Bruno went to the hospital with him and had Bruno's medical records and medicines with him. It turned out to be a chest infection.
When the Professor had a violent intestinal flu complete with projectile vomiting and diarrhea, Bruno cleaned, washed and scrubbed while being sympathetic to the Professor's condition. Being sick is bad enough without being in a puke covered bed. Somehow Bruno made it seem to be effortless and just a normal part of the job. Bruno knew everyone and their special needs and likes.
Our courtyard was private and could not be seen. The dress code was informal and sometimes minimal. The Professor said some of the men considered a jock strap to be formal. Most of our residents were proud of their bodies and like to show off. We discovered that the informal dress code made giving up their wrestling personas easier. While open sex was not allowed, we didn't regard sex in the pool as being open since it was underwater.
I was worried that sperm in the water might clog the drains. Gus the Greek Giant solved that problem. He had been a superstar bad guy on the circuit. He was a giant, muscular and hairy. The ads for his bouts said he needed to shave his eyeballs. Gus had a heart attack and had turned to drink.
Solving the drink problem was difficult, but at the Atlas Arms' pool he discovered a mouthful of sperm was better than a swig from a bottle. Gus was a hunter by nature. He would sit by the pool waiting for men to get close. When a man reached that point, Gus would swoop in for the money shot. Gus tended to be aggressive, but he made a lot of friends that way. He was in poor financial condition, so we put him in charge of the pool, both as a lifeguard and pool maintenance man. That gave him some responsibility which he liked
Several men had what they called "open houses" from time to time. Sunny Delight was one of the smaller wrestlers who had mostly done comic interludes between matches with his late partner Guzzler. Most of their work was done for private parties and you can guess Guzzler's special skill. Sunny was a nice, handsome man and he was hunting for a long-term friend. It might be more correct to say he was auditioning potential partners. He had an open house on Thursday afternoons, and had a "Breakfast in Bed," event Saturday mornings.
The Bronx Bronco had an open house on Tuesday. Bronco's real name was Salvatore DeMarco and he was from the Bronx. He had substituted for a wrestler who claimed to be a cowboy. Bronco was an okay wrestler, but he excelled at interviews. He combined the cowboy twang with the thickest Bronx accent I had ever heard. It was an instant success. He eventually became an announcer. Bronco was friendly, pleasant, over sexed and exceptionally versatile.
In addition to the open houses the men had a weekly wrestling bout. Our residents organized a semi-regular wrestling party. I was much more partial to the nude events. Our guys were getting old and it was easy to get hurt in the real wrestling events.
That wasn't as much a problem in the nude events were the object was to suck cock or fuck. Bruno had a helper named Nathan. He was a little over five feet tall and slim with a thin, eight-inch man pleaser. Bruno had Nathan lubricate the nude wrestlers' asses. Nathan politely offered to use his tool to get the lube in deep. Everyone liked Nathan.
Nathan was a non-stop talker and gossip. He found out who was sick or feeling odd and reported back to Bruno or me. He was our early warning alarm. He ran errands all day long. He didn't drive, but he had a bike. During high traffic periods, he could do in 15 minutes what it would take a man in a car nearly an hour.
I have always had a suspicion that if you had too much sex it would become bland and uninteresting. That might happen if you are a bland and uninteresting person, but I seem to have a high tolerance for sex. I have a suspicion that may be true for bland guys. An orgasm can only be so bad.
Sunny Delight was the host of the first open house on a hot Thursday afternoon in late June. He had talked to me about it and while I wasn't sure how it would go over, I told him to give it try. There isn't much going on in retired men's lives. It also might bring out some of the shyer men. Some of them just stayed in their rooms and watched quiz shows or soap operas. Mandelbaum was at the office, so I was free to attend.
Miller came with Johnny Wonder and Mitch the Magnificent. They liked sex and weren't too choosey. They didn't have a slick pick up line. At the open house that wasn't a problem. I came because I wanted to make sure it was a good experience. Pedro, the chef, brought some snacks. Nathan was invited too. I didn't know it, but Nathan had asked to be the door prize for the shyest man at the party.
Sunny Delight had a larger unit and a walled garden next to the pool. Apparently, it had been an apartment for the original owner's mother. The garden wall was six feet high and had a large awning giving shade. The Professor and his pals seemed to take over the terrace.
We had a good group. Most of them men knew each other casually. Tim, Dick and Dennis were second tier wrestlers from the Midwest. Hank and Herbert were twins. Twins were always popular in tag team matches. They had all been involved in health clubs. While being a professional wrestler was an insecure profession, it seemed that health clubs have a short life span, and often the owners close suddenly and take any profits with them.
Two men, George and Lou had worked at a YMCA. The people who run Y's tend to be anti-gay and they were afraid they would be fired. Several men had been masseurs, and there were three personal trainers.
I usually wear shorts and a shirt around the building. When I stripped, I caused a bit of a stir. I am a big man and Mandelbaum says that all of me is big. Getting naked and impressing the guys is a cheap thrill, but I seem to enjoy it whenever it happens.
It is usually difficult to get things going. Mitch the Magnificent came over and swallowed my cock. He didn't have a shy bone in his body. I didn't know if that was the way he was or if it was related to the brain damage. Whatever it was it didn't affect his cock sucking skills. I was afraid my skills might have diminished since my retirement from the ring, but that wasn't a problem.
Mitch had average sized equipment. I tend to like oversized, but Mitch's tool was pretty and easy to suck. He was excited and shot off quickly. I took the load and enjoyed it. He loved it and the other men liked watching. I was in the upper tier of wrestlers and the Professor told me that the men thought I might be too elevated in status to take a second or third tier wrestler's load.
Nathan was with one of the oldest men, the General. The General tried to stay in shape, but his body wasn't up to it. He had a nice uncut cock shaped like a mid-sized German sausage. Nathan took a fancy to it. Nathan not only got it hard, he took a seat in it. I suspected that it had been a long while since the general had fucked.
I was a little younger and much healthier than most of the men. They had all been tops and age took its toll. They were mostly bottoms now. Delight, Pedro, George and I were tops and in considerable demand.
Taylor, one of our few quiet men came over to me. He had a bumpy life and you could tell. He played a bad boy who usually lost, much to the delight of the crowds. Being a wrestling bad boy is not a good way to start the rest of your life. "I'm straight, but I've fucked a few fans. You know how it is," he whispered in my ear. "It's been a long time since I've done anything. Do you think the guys would mind if I poked a few of them?"
"Taylor, I think most of the guys are openminded," I said. He smiled and joined in Tim's group of older wrestlers. I thought Taylor's endowment was average. Tim's pal, Dennis, was outgoing and friendly. He fondled Taylor's cock and it responded with an impressive display.
"Why have you been hiding that? Be still my heart!" Dennis exclaimed.
"It's been out of use. I'm not much of a catch anymore. The ladies don't flock to me," Taylor said.
"My ass is tighter than any cunt, and I would be glad to let you test it in me. Just to make sure it's still working," Dennis said. I guessed that Dennis knew that it was important for Taylor to be straight and he would play along. Dennis was a dream bottom and was well lubricated. "Once you are in me, no one knows what's going on. You might shoot some liquid stress relief deep in me and I will never tell," Dennis said. The second Taylor's cock vanished into the tunnel of love, Taylor glowed. He took his time and had stamina. He discovered that being a quiet, shy 65-year-old man was not the same as being 65 with a rock-hard cock.
The Professor came to me and said he had a friend, Melvin, who had an itch in a hard to reach place. Melvin was short, thin former trainer. They nicknamed him the Chimp due to his size and hairy body.
"I might be a little big for him," I remarked.
"I've known him for years. Size is not a problem," the Professor said. I went to the terrace and sat on a lounge chair. The Professor introduced me to Melvin. He was well tanned and in good shape. He wasn't a gym bunny, but he was nice. Sunny Delight came out for breather. "Ali, I knew you were a big man, but I didn't know that all of you is big," Sunny said as he dropped to his knees, bent over and began sucking.
"You may not have noticed, but Sunny isn't exactly a virgin," Melvin said in an unexpectedly deep voice.
"Are you virgin?" I asked.
"My heart is pure, but my ass has been used once or twice," Melvin replied.
"Used but not callused?" I asked.
"If I were prone to be truthful, I might say there might have been calluses when I was younger. I wouldn't mind developing them again if you could help me out," he said. By this time Sunny had me fully erect. Sunny got up then Melvin straddled me and impaled himself on my cock.
I loved it; his ass was as advertised. Melvin more than loved it. His ass was tight, and sort of shrink wrapped itself to my cock. Every inch of my cock as tightly caressed by his ass. While I was used to fucking at parties, Melvin seem to bond with my tool. We sort of merged. I could swear my cock felt his heart beating.
Wrestlers are usually macho, aggressive men, a bit muscle-bound and none too sensitive. They seemed to mellow once a cock is up their ass. No matter how hard and insensitive they are, everything on the dark side of the dark side of their sphincter is warm and soft. I ooze a lot of precum, so I lubricate the way. Most of the guys like it when I shoot off in them.
After the first few parties they realized that I give and take. I'm not very lovey-dovey, but they seem to feel an orgasm in the behind is as good as a kiss. I do get carried a way when I'm shooting, and they understand that. I am strictly no strings, and they know Mandelbaum is my partner. I tell then I want no strings, but a filament of sperm connecting my cock and their ass is fine.
It was a good event and the attitude of the men improved. Mandelbaum went to the Breakfast in Bed event on Saturday, and I visited the Bronx Bronco's open house on Tuesday night. The Bronx Bronco was an outgoing, engaging character. He talked a mile a minute, was direct and straight forward. He had Nathan strapped into a sling sitting in the middle of the room.
It wasn't exactly a rowdy group, but it was enthusiastic. Nathan was blindfolded and guessing the length of each cock that fucked him. The scene lacked refinement, but the men loved it and Nathan had an incredible ability to guess the right length.
Taylor came with another one of the straight wrestlers, Doug. Doug had been a serious wrestler in college and had been part of a successful tag team. He was in a serious accident and had a deformed face as a result. Taylor had befriended him and figured some sex would cheer him up. Doug had a good body and large cock. Taylor figured that gay guys would tend to focus on the cock, not the face.
Doug took a nice trip up Nathan's ass and gave good demonstration of his cock as a fuck tool. I doubted that any of the men had seen Doug's cock at its full extent. Nathan was small and that made his cock look larger. Nathan made sure everyone knew how much he enjoyed the long probe. When Doug pulled out, several of the men who were interested in Nathan went over to Doug.
Nathan looked lonely, so I went over to him. "Would you like another poke?" I asked.
"I could use a refill," he said. "Bronco and Sunny came in me earlier. Doug churned it up. It should be juicy in there now." To emphasize the point, he winked his ass at me.
I barely touched my head to the hole, and I was in. Nathan wasn't my type, but his cum filled ass was a wonder, welcoming and tight. At the other end of the room Dennis was bent over a chair and Doug was going at him piledriver style.
That isn't my idea of a warm and friendly fuck, but Doug soon slowed his pace and Dennis was moaning. Dennis was a bit of a queen and Doug was macho, but a rock-hard bare cock in a warm tight ass can have an effect. Doug mellowed as Dennis's ass gripped the invading cock. All was well.