This is a continuation of the story that I finished some time back about the big gorgeous olympic wrestler from the 80s. I had just seen a video of him on the upcoming olympics and passed glories. And it made me think if the gorgeous bear hunk again. So I figured I would revisit the wrestling God.
Again this is complete fiction and does not try to presume Bruce B would have a gay relationship. That would be a gay mans wettest dream. So I hope you enjoy. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Bruce the Olympian (Bruce Comes Home (2)
... My eyes widened as I sat there on the floor in front of my television. Eyes affixed to the screen as the man said his name. Bruce Baumgartner. All 280 pounds of him.
"Ohh my God" I blurted out "Look at him" "His is even more handsome now"
Yes. The last few years have been very good to the big wrestler. Gaining some more weight of his already massive frame. His chest seemed almost a third larger in size. And the chest hairs thicker. His face a bit broader in shape. But it suited this huge man. I gulped down a swallow as I gazed at the sheer magnificence that was Bruce.
"Wow. Look at him" I said again
The lost libe that i had for him exploded out in my chest. That severe longing for him ballooning out from a tiny burble inside my chest. There he was. My man. At least the man i wished upon wish could be mine and mine alone. I actually reached out to touch the screen. As if touching it could make me feel his awesome body through it. The red singlet on his huge body was snug on his meaty butt and nice bulge. I licked at my lips as I looked it all. The mans thick thighs flexing as he moved through the circle against his opponent. Large tree trunks that held up this sturdiest of men. I was lost in the dancing world of my desire for this awesome man. Lost in the beauty of him as he moved across the screen. I felt my loins aching now as I wanted his body on mine. I wanted his huge powerful body on mine. Just as he was on his opponent as he easily toppled the bigger man. Sheer strength his Trojan. His moves like a fast paced dance as he overtook his foe easily with each strike. I was envious of the big German and the mans crotch rubbed against his butt and thighs as Bruce attacked. Feeling my own body twitch with hunger for what he was experiencing. Topped my his master.
"Ohh God. Bruce" I huffed again "You are truly a God" "The most perfect God"
I finished watching the match and felt my loins aching. It was all due to this man I wanted and still loved. Every massive inch of him. As I remembered how his huge body felt against me. His huge chest in my back and under me as I lay on it. How the for on his body felt on me. Tickling me as I rubbed against it. Those huge arms wrapped around me and holding me in his vast embrace. And the perfect beefy cock and how it felt deep inside my body. I sighed at the imagery filling my head. How he felt and even recalling the scent of him on me. And how tender this huge man was when he was with me. Not the powerful brute he was in the wrestling circle. But gentle and caring. More So than any other man I had ever known.
"Ughn. Why?" I huffed again. "He is a straight man. A married man" "I should know better"
But I could not stop my heart. Even now these years later. Just the sight of him made my chest ache for him. I know I should not, but I could not help bit live him. He was the greatest love in my life. Even if he was some one else's man. I had recorded the show so I could watch him again. And I did. Studying the massive arms again, his broad muscled shoulders. No man even had greater shoulders. That vast chest spread across his singlet. Not to mention the fantastic bulge below. That big beefy butt also stretching the material if that oh so lucky singlet. And I did find myself stroking at my hard as stine dick just from watching him. Pausing the recording at just the right moments. Moments that captured the awesome beauty of this huge man. Pulling on myself until I could stand no more. The image on my screen frozen to his magnificent body. Trapped in and inhale that made his huge chest look even bigger as he stood there. His stance in mid motion. Thick legs Pulling his huge frame about. Bug delicious bulge inviting me to jump into the tv screen.
"If only" I huffed
But then i turned it off and sighed. Fir this was all i had. Just this image, these thoughts and memories of a live long gone from my life.
"I still live you so much" I had said just before turning the TV off.
My lips kissing my fingers and pressing then to his face in the screen. A face I longed to see up close again. A mouth I longed to kiss. But as I saw it. This would never happen again. Seeing as Bruce had so easily forgotten about me. Moved on with life and marriage and his mounting championship wins. So if course I was the last thought in this mans mind.
At least that's what I thought...
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More to come