These 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 hot guys goin round' in tights grabbin each other....... YeHaaa!!
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The Hennig Heir Part (2) ... Up Real Close....
..... It was just by coincidence that in found myself in the same room as Curtis one day. The wrestling show had come to town. I had gone to watch it and it was good. I saw the hunk of my lust there in a match. Although when I heard it was in town, I couldn't get a good ticket. So I took want I could get. 7 rows back and now where near where I could get a nice look at the hunk. I wanted to be along the the walkway where they came down for the matches. That where you could see them best. Other than ringside of course. But like I said. Shitty seats. Too many heads in my way to see a clear view of him. At least up on the ring I could see him.
"Hmmm. What a hunk" I said in a dreamy sigh
When he crawled up on the ring I could see all of him. He sexy unshaven face and his big hunky body. Not to mention his big lovely bulge. The dark trunks had a fire sewn to the crotch area. But it did not distract from his meaty crotch at all. It just made me focus in it all the more. The match had him being a heal as he was. 'Just like his dad' I said to myself. But I loved when his opponent grabbed him and flipped him hard to his back. The hunk lay there on his back, legs splayed out. And from where I was I could see between those strong muscular thighs and to his big crotch.
"Fuckk. Look at that" again saying to myself "Beautiful!"
How I wanted to rush the ring and dive between his meaty thighs and go for that mound if cock flesh. I licked at my lips as I felt my dick throb in my pants.
"Fuck me. How I want that hunk" I huffed
The show was okay. Nothing great, save for his match. After Curtis was done, I decide to head out. I wanted to miss the crowds before the last match. I went out to the concession stands and bought something that had his picture on it. It was a thermos mug. The man looked dreamy even on a piece of plastic. That and a poster of him. It was a big fold out one.
"Let's go home my stud" I said to it
I think the guy at the table heard me because he looked at me funny as I turned to leave. But I went home and jerked off to his poster. Imagining that scene I had pictured earlier. Crawling between his legs as he lay there on the mat.
"Fucking beautiful" I said to the image in my head
I imagined me there between his gorgeous legs. Looking up at the valley of muscled thighs and the big full crotch. Ohh that glorious crotch if his. Big and full of dick, just like his late father. I would move up between his hot legs and closer to the big prize between them. Gazing. At his dick and balls pressed tightly inside his tights. I would lick my lips as i closed the gap between me and that big bulge. Pausing just imches from it. Feeling the heat of his big crotch even from were i was. And then diving in for it. Burying my face in his beautiful crotch
"Fuckk yess my perfect stud" I said "Your my mister perfect"
I busted a nice nut to Curtis that night. Sighing deeply as I lay in my mess. Thendozing to a nice slumber. Visions of Curtis dancing in my head. But it was the next day that by chance I found myself near the big hunk. I was at the mall and there was something going on in the main hall. There was a mass of people and what seemed like lines longer that those at the theme parks.
"What the heck is all this" I said.
I watched as a bunch of kids ran in the direction of the crowds. I overheard one say tongue other. "You think he will be there". Who he was I didn't know. But as they passed I noticed the kid had a wrestling magazine in his hand. "Maybe he will sign this" the one said
So now I was curious. What was the big deal. So I called to him as he moved along.
"Hey kid!?" I called "What's all the crowds" "The wrestler from last night's matches are here" "Signing autographs" "Ohhh!?" I said back in surprise.
I had to see who was there. Would Curtis be there?. I may get a closer look at the big gorgeous man. Even a tiny bit closer to him. Theni thought if I had some thing I could get a signature. Then I thought of my poster. The one I had bought last night at the show. I could run back home and get it. Then if he was here I could have the big stud sign it for me. Then I would have something of him. I felt my dick twitch in my pants. So I decided to go home and get my poster.
"Hope he is there?" I said as I rushed back home
When I got back, the lines seemed insane. There were kids, and adults in line to get autographs. I got in line and waited with the masses to get closer to the wrestlers. It took over an hour for me to get close enough to see who was there. I peered over and around the people in front of me and looked over at a row of tables set up near the center atrium wall.
"Curtis" I softly cooed to myself
Yes, my gorgeous Mr Hennig was here. He was sitting 3rd from the left in a row of 12 people. There was a woman directing kids and adults to whomever they wanted a signature with.
"Only one signature per person" she said "So if you have multiple items" "I suggest you decide who you want most"
I heard a lot of sad sighs. I surmised that kids has multiple favorites. Me I just wanted that hot beefy hunk of maleness to the left. I cast my eyes back towards him as I got closer still. His hot and sexy face smiling at the kids that came to his table. The he would look down and sign to them. The he would shake hands with the kids.
"Who is your star sir?" The woman asked me "Curt, umm Curtis" I said nervously. "Red" she said
She pointed to another short line that lead to him. I licked at my lips as I got into that like. I would soon be face to face with him. This godlike hunk of my dreams. My dick was starting to stir. 'Shit!' I bitched at myself as I felt it move in my pants. 'Not now. Not now'. I looked over at one if the big ugly wrestlers to quell my growing lust. It helped a little. But not much.
"Next" the guy before me said to me
I was now up. I looked at the gorgeous man seated 10 feet from where I stood. He looked up at me. I must have looked stupid and retarded as Curtis half smiled and waved me to him. Somi took in deep breath and stepped forward to the hunk. He smiled and then asked my name. I gave it to him. Then hended him the poster. He rolled it out onto the table before him.
"Here Buddy. Hold the end" he asked "Y-y-yes sir Mr Hennig" I was able to get out.
Those few moments seemed to last an eternity. Which was good and bad. My heart was pounding in my chest. My dick was starting to dance in my pants. Thank God they were somewhat baggy. And my lips seemed as dry as the desert. I kept licking at them. Then Curtis paused as he was going to sign my poster. His eyes fell down to his form on the paper. Then he looked at it at an angle. Then his fingers touched right were his crotch on the poster was. Then he signed to the right of his thigh on the image. There seemed to be a short message. I figured it was a 'thanks for beimg a fan' note. Then he rolled up the image and handed it back to me. He gave me an almost sinister smile.
"Glad you are a big fan" he said "Yeah. Thanks man" I said
I was going to turn and leave when Curtis winked at me. Then I could have sworn his lips move to a soft pucker. Like someone blowing a kiss. But I just figured me lust in overdrive. Then I turned and left him there. I looked back for a moment to see the hot stud staring at me. Then he winked again. I almost ran into a wall as I was so lost in the man back behind me.
"Ohh shiit!" I crowed as I saw the wall
Then I went to a small lounge area not far from the crowds. I wanted to sit down and gaze at the hunks signature. To see his thank you message before going home and jerking off to him again. I rolled out the poster onto the big bench. Then looked at his signed message. I nearly fell over as I stared at it. There to the right of his hot thigh on the image was a note. Longer than I thought he wrote. But the message got me instantly horny.
"Your mouth should be there for real" it read. "3:30. South mall entrance" "Curtis Hennig"
Then there was an arrow from the message to his crotch. My head wanted to bust open. My dick through my pants.
"What the..." I huffed to myself "How did he know I was gay?" "Is there a sign in my forehead?"
I was utterly confused, embarrassed and strangely turned on by this. The stud of my dreams. This gorgeous hunk of wrestler flesh was telling me he wanted to do something with me after 3:30. My head reeled at the possibilities. A blow job, or what ever he may want. I looked at the arrow pointing to his croych again. And that's when I saw it. The answer to how he knew I was gay. For I looked at the image of his crotch, I noticed something there. I bent my head to catch the light on it different. And there it was.
"Ohh my God!" I almost yelled out.
For there in his image. On his crotch was the imprint of my lips on him. Right there smack on his bulge. It was plain as day. And I knew how it got there. In my throws of desire and my jerk action last night, I leaned over and kissed his crotch. The big crotch I so want to truly kiss. My lips mark right smack dab on the glossy image of his beautiful crotch. It was my tell. And then I also noticed some crusty stuff near the boots of the image.
"Awee Hell" in then added "That's my dried cum"..........
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