This are fictional stories about some of the hot hunks of wrestling.
This stories do not by any means reflect the sexual preference of the guy or guys in the wrestling business. but seriously... bunch of men goin round' in tights grabbin each other....... YeHaaa!!
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The Hennig Heir Part (1) ... Lust at First Sight....
I remember 'Mr Perfect' Curt Hennig. He was a wrestler from the days of my youth. He was this arrogant SOB. A great technical wrestler. But his ego was so emmense I was surprise he could get his head through the door.
I couldn't stand him. Not that he wasn't a decent looking man. It was just his arrogance made him appear unattractive. That and the long wet curly locks on his head.
Okay. Here is the thing. I am a gay man and love and have loved wrestling for one thing above all else. Hot hunky men rolling around on a mat grabbing and flipping one another over in very homo erotic positions. All while wearing tight wrestling singlets or other.
And Mr Hennig had one of the meatier looking crotches in his day. So save for his being a prick all the time. The guy probably had a big prick between his meaty thighs.
"Fuck that looks huge" I remember saying once of him
I wondered what big schlong he may be hiding in that singlet. The lump in them seeming quite emmense. I even had fantasized about getting the dude in a ring myself. This from a young late teens kid as myself at the time.
... I could picture myself somehow trapped in an area. The big one near where I lived. I had been there for a concert or two later on in life. But I saw myself in the place. It was dark and all was quite. I could hear my echoed foot falls as I walked through the corridors.
"Gotta find a way outta here" I said to myself
I opened doors to see of I could find a way out of this spooky place. Then passing through some double doors and into the main floor. I could make out the silhouettes of lights and the rows of seats below. And further down to the bottom was a squared area of some sort.
"Hello" I would call out
"Is anyone there"
All I would hear back was my echo. Booming through the rafters of the arena. I decide to step in through the doors. Then I find my way down the stairs. Getting closer to the square below. Curiosity leading me down to it.
Then as I reach the item, the square itself. I look up to see it's a wrestling square. The ropes a few feet above me.
Then as I was going to turn back and try and find a way out of the building, the lights in the main arena came on. But only the ones aimed down at the ring itself. I was instantly blinded by them as I looked up.
"Hello" I called out again
"Who is there"
"I need to get outta here. Hello"
For a moment there was nothing more than my echo and then silence. But someone had to have turned the lights on. So I tried and called out again. Against silence followed my call
Then I heard foot steps. Like someone was coming down one of the stairs leading down to the ring. I turned to look in the direction if them.
That's when I saw the form coming in out of the darkness.
"Hello" I asked again
But still whomever it was. He just slowly came down the stairs. I first saw his feet come into view. Blue laced up wrestling boots.then as he came down more, his thick legs. They were a sight to behold. Meaty and muscular.
But then I saw the very large crotch in blue. The guy was wearing a wrestling singlet that seemed to have issue with his large cock. I gulped down spit as I stared at it.
That's when the voice of the man spoke down at me. It was a familiar voice I had heard on TV. And Iknew who it was even before seeing his face.
"So you wanna take on 'Mr Perfect' he said
"Little scrawny guy like yourself
"You wanna take this down"
That's when Curt Hennig came out of the shadows.
Like I said. I love wrestling for the hot me. Then and now. Because it certainly was not the almost fakeness of what wrestling has become today.and that fakeness was what had pulled me away from watching it in recent years. It just bacame so scripted and stupid. Irregardless of some of the hot men in the squared circle nowadays.
Then one day I was just clicking through the channels and I came across the wrestling show. I saw a guy in the ring as he waited for his opponent to come down the aisle. And I was about to turn the channel as the announcer said the guys name.
"Coming down the aisle at 228 lbs. 6 ft 3 is 'Curtis Axel'" the man said
And like I said I was about to change the channel when I saw Mr Axel come down. I had actually click the chamber for a moment as he appeared. Like reflex I shot back to the wrestling channel when my rphead registered the familiar prase 'hot guy' as it echoed in my head.
As I went back to the channel I looked at the super hot bearded guy as he stepped down the aisle, heading to the ring. His face was sexy with that beard. He had on a vest like shirt that was opened to show off his smooth meaty chest.
Then my eyes bugged as I looked down at the leather like tights he wore. They were long like pants and he had a letter type belt around his waist. But it was his incredible looking package that got my attention.
"Well hello Mr Axel" I said to the TV.
"Wow. Look at that crotch"
It was a gorgeous and full crotch at that. Those lucky pants were cupping and holding a nice sized cock in them. And I could easily make out his size in there. I felt my cock spring up in my shorts as I gazed at this hot guy.
So needless to say I watched the match. It was horrible and cheezy and fake as all get out. But the whole experience was bettered by the hunk Mr Axel.
"Damn!" I said to myself after the match
"Should have watched this show sooner"
"He is soo fucking hot"
I wanted this hunk. Badly. So I decided to look him up in the ole internet. That's when I found out that Mr Axel was the son of the legend Curt Hennig. I looked at the two men side by side in images I found of them.
"Yeah . He does look a bit like him" I said.
"But the son is alot hotter"
"Although dad has a bigger dick"
"But son is hotter" I said again
I then went back to the son and all his images I found online. His current look was with the leather like pants. And I liked it. Especially since it showed his dick better than the standard tights I saw him wear in older images. Not that those weren't lovely. His package was a nice meaty one.
'Definitely his father's son'. But the pants showed off his crotch so much nicer. The log in them just to the left of his zipper area. I actually blew up that hot image (of which I saved) to zoom in on his magnificent crotch. I then touched the screen as if I could touch his dick. It truly was a beautiful package. And I wanted it. I wanted Mr Axel. Son of 'Mr Perfect'.
"Wish I could just be on my knees" I said
"Would shove my face into that big yummy bulge"
So then I found myself starting to watch the wrestling shows again. But only when I saw the hotter than the sun Mr Axel............
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To be continued