This is a fictional tale of a hot daddy type wrestler from the 80s
Arn Anderson was the epitome of a daddy type.
Big beefy, bearded and hairy.
He was one of those men that just gets a young gay boys loins boiling over.
This story doesnt make the assumptions that he would partake of
A gay experience. But one could only hope..
Enjoy.......
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Wrestler Daddy
I wanna tell you of a tale when I was much younger. Just out of my teens and trying to get there on my own. I was ambitious and started working at a place that paid well for the time. So I was able to get out of moms house early.
I was 17 and moved into a studio apartment in the downtown area. It was a cool place. But it also affordedme something I couldn't do in my mother's house. Be me.
See I am a gay male and come from a Latin upbringing. Homosexuality is Satan's work was all the church would say when I was a kid. So when I could get outta that Bible banging house, I did.
Needless to say I could get out and be me.
I had always been a wrestling fan, ever since I was a kid. But I lived it for the. Different reasons my older brother liked it. He was all about the theatre and spectacle of it. I was more into hot hunky men in tights grabbing at each other. What could a young gay boy want more. I had several favorites in the squared circle.
But when I saw Arn Anderson, my young loins went on fire. This big hunky bear of a man was what I later realized was what was my perfect man. I would watch all matches. But it was when he was on that I studied the match intensely. Moreover I studied ever inch of this big daddy man. He was 6ft 1, and as for mentioned hairy. But it was perfectly covering just the right spots n him. Chest, arms, legs and face. That burly daddy beard he sported gave me a Woodie when I saw him. His big meaty chest had me almost diving for the TV screen asa young teen.
"Wow" I would say to myself every time I saw him.
"He is a hot man"
My lust for the big daddy Arn was so, that I would go out and by wrestling magazines if and only he was in them when I was younger. So long as there was a picture of the beefy stud.
"Wish I could touch him" I said as I held one of those magazines in hand
"Incredible body"
There I was at a store, looking at a magazine I was definitely going to get. The big glossy image that filled the page showed off the magnificence of Arn and his body. His big barrel chest and the glorious fur on it. The nice full package in the wrestling tights as he stood there. My fingers glidedover the page as if I was really touching the daddy manof my dreams.
"Still fucking hot" I said as I watched the latest show
"Want you daddy"
I went to bed that night and jerked off to my favorite picture of the man. My hand stroking my raging boner as I looked at that wonderful image of him. I brought the magazine to my face and kissed it. As if I could be kissing the man himself. I whacked my dick off to a nice orgasm. I lay there in my bed breathing heavy as I sighed. How I so desired Arn. But the likely hood of ever meeting him in person was practically one in a million.
Well my one in a million chance came when I heard that the wrestling show was coming to my city. And he would be on the roster. He had a title match with some other wrestler that was unimportant. At least to me. I decided to get a ticket to go see the show. I knew that I had to try and get a good spot if I wanted a good view of him. So I somehow managed, with what I could afford the aisle where the wrestlers came down. I wasn't close to the ring, but at least I could see my stud as he walked by me. It would be the closest I could ever imagine to get to him. The thought of it giving me a Woodie I had to relieve later.
"Can't wait to see you my stud daddy" I said to his image.
Then I touched at his picture again.
The monthsassed until the wrestling show was in my town. And each week I would be glued to the TV to watch for him. Sometimes he was there, sometimes no. And of course any time he was I would jerk off to him. I even started to shove fingers up into my ass as I jerked off. Imagining it was my hunky daddy wrestler.
And then came the day of the show. I was inline waiting to get in. Thoughts of daddy Arn filling my head. The anticipation of seeing him up close had my dick throbbing in my pants. I had to stay clear of being close to anyone. God forbid I bump into someone with wood in my pants. The mortification alone would be too much. Not to mention the beat down I would invaribaly get by them.
So I waited at my spot along the side for my stud to show. I saw many a hot wrestler walk by me. I would look at their bodies. The tqrestling tights filled with possibilities. But none turned me on all that much. Then CME the match with Arn. His opponent came down the aisle first. A young guy wanting to show up the veteran.
"Oh my God" I said as Arn was announced
Then there he came, down towards the aisle. He was even more magnificent in person. The big beefy daddy strutted dwn the aisle, getting closer and closer to me. He had a jacket over his beefy chest. It was opened to show his chest through. I felt my cock stand at attention as I looked at his body. The red tights on his lower half showing his nice package.
"Oh my God" said again as he came by me.
I thrust my hand out to reach him. And I made contact with him as he was right there in front of me. Thankfully no one else really reached out to him as he was always the bad guy. So my hand thrust out and found chest and fur. Arn turned as my hand touched him. I swear my dick exploded in my pants just from feeling him. He looked to me and then cast his eyes down to my tented pants. He smiled and then walked by.
I watched his match intently. Every time the opponent would grab him to try and flip Arn over. He would graze that bulge I wanted my face in. Same with the smacks across his barrel chest. I was so damned horny by the time the match ended. Then he headed back after his win. Down the same aisle he came up. He passed by me. Then he pointed at me, which scared me a bit. He made his signature motion with his finger across his neck to indicate lights out. Was this man planning on kicking my ass. I was gawkng him after all.
"Shit" I figured I pissed off this guy
Regardless off my desire for him. It of course did not assume he would appreciate a faggot touching him. And was I that obvious, I thought. So I wanted to get outta there before I did get my ass kicked. I decided to leave before the crowds started to gather. There was one more match which didn't interest me. I saw my big daddy bear. So I left the arenas main seating and headed down the corridor that lead to the main lobby area. There were a couple of doors calling the passageway I walked by. Then I saw one open. I was about to walk around it when I saw a thick furry forearm. That's when 'he' came out from the doorway.
"Oh my God" I blurted
There standing just a few feet from me was Arn Anderson. He was still in his red wrestling tights. He seemed utterly huge as he stood there before me. Then he reached out and grabbed me.
"I thought you would try an sneak out boy" he growled
"Get in here queer boy"
He grabbed my arm and hauled me past the door and into another hallway. I was now literally being dragged down that new corridor. Arn was grumbling something about teaching me a lesson. I tried to pull from him. But it was in vain. He was much bigger and certainly stronger. Then he opened a door and threw me into a room. It was someone's office. As I looked around the room, I saw it was a nice office at that. A big mahonagy desk to one side. A table with a few chairs and a sofa to the left. It had several large windows the looked out to the parking lot.
"No one will brother us here" he said.
I turned back to look upon this huge bear of a man. He stood there at the door in those ever so lucky tights. His crotch looked fuller than earlier too. He was quite the imposing beast. Arn reached down to his crotch and groped at his covered dick.
"Get over here boy" he ordered.
I knew now what he planned on doing to me. And it excited me.............
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To be continued