Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2016 15:11:25 -0400 From: ozorli65@aol.com Subject: Bruce the Olympian This is a fictional story of when I was much much younger. It would be the eighties and at the time when the Olympics were in Los Angeles. I was into watching it every time they came around on. TV. This story is about the Olympic wrestler Bruce Baumgartner. The big beefy heavyweight champion that won several medals in those days He was , at the time the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. And the object of so much lust. This story again is fiction and does not pretend to say the mighty Bruce B would partake of Or be involved in a gay relationship. So it would not suggest in any way his sexual preference. Its just the desires of a younger me to have the most awesome of man specimens in the day........ Enjoy..... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Bruce The Olympian (part 1) I'm going to tell you a story of when I was younger. Much, much younger. I had always watched the Olympics on TV as a Kid. And I loved most of the sports. Track and field, swimming and the like. But my favorite Olympic sport was always wrestling. It was the most erotic of the Olympics. All those hot men and young guys rolling around the mat in their tight singlets grabbing and groping each other for the win. Being gay as I am it was the biggest turn on. The smaller guys though were not what I desired. I would watch them of course to see who had the nicest bulges in those tights. But it was those hulking heavyweights that made my blood (and dick) boil with desire and lust. One big beautiful beast in particular was the GOD of the wrestling Olympians. from the first moment I saw Bruce Baumgartner, I was in utter lust. This huge 6ft 2 , 265 lbs bull was in my wettest dreams as a young man. His huge legs and shoulders. That broad barrel chest that was covered in fur. His rugged daddy like face with the soft brown eyes had me melting whenever I knew he would be in a match. And I never missed his matches on TV. I even recorded them on my VCR so I could watch them again and again in the privacy of my bedroom. Where I would jerk off to his awesome body and bulge tights. And boy did they bulge. It was the eighties and I lived in LA at the time. And to my wildest fantasies come true. The Olympics were coming to my fair city. I had to get tickets to some of the events. So I did my due diligence to acquire tickets to the wrestling events. Especially where the heavyweight men were concerned. So I was set. I was gonna see the Olympics in person. I was going to be in the arena that the awesome Bruce Baumgartner was going to in. My dick was raging from just the thought of being in the same building as this man. So again I watched my recorded videos of my God stud and whacked off to him that night. Then the Olympics came. And it was the first day that I was to be there watching my man wrestle. I paid heavy to get as close to the mat area where the men wrestled as I could. But to me it was worth it. I had my camera in tow so I could get pics of my man. I watched several other matches with some hot younger guys. Many had nice bulging singlets goin on there. So by the time Bruce was up, I was fairly randy. "From America at 265 llbs" said the announcer on the next match "Bruce Baumgartner" My dick sprang up in my pants at just hearing his name. Then I saw him come out. He was huge. Bigger in person than the pictures online showed. or even the videos of him. But it could also be that everyone in his weight class was huge as well. He passed some 20 feet from my seat as they prepped. I had my trusty camera and clocked off a pic as he walked past. My dick was raging in my pants as I gazed at his awesome form. The tight red singlet fitting tightly against his magnificent body. Those thick legs that had just the right amount of fur on them. Not too heavy. His meaty crotch that showed a nice set of balls. His big heavy barrel chest with his soft looking fur peering out from under the shoulder straps. His big manly face with his bushy mustache. "Ohh my God" I said as he passed me He looked at me as my camera went off to take his picture. My mouth agape as he strode past. He smiled softly at me as he walked on by. He was at the ring a little further off so he was farther than I would have liked him to be. But he was nonetheless the most stunning piece of man I had ever seen. I watched the match and clicked off any picture I could that showed his magnificence. I wanted so to be the lucky guy he was wrestling. I was no where near as big. But I would have loved to be in some of the positions he had his opponent. "Lucky bastard" I said to myself. When the match was over , Bruce was declared the winner. He stood there with his big meaty arm raised. His singlet was bunched up at the leg near his crotch and showed the most delicious bulge in the history of men. I clicked off another picture of him as he stood there. I would have rushed the ring and dropped to my knees before this man if I could. When he walked off the platform he came by my direction. His awesome legs moving and making his big crotch look bigger. I again clicked off another pic or two as he walked towards me. His huge beautiful chest was damp with sweat from his match. the hair on it clinging to his skin. He looked right at me as he passed. His big meaty hand reached down and grabbed his big crotch. He hefted his covered dick in front of me. My mouth opened and my tongue licked my lips instinctively. The gorgeous beast smiled at me as he passed. I wanted to reach out and at least touch him, but dared not to. Then he walked off towards the arena. I quickly gathered my things and headed out. When I walked out of the front Hall of the arena and was headed out, a large older man approached me. I recognized him as the coach at Bruce's side in the arena. He was so lucky as I saw him touch my man several times before, during and after the match. Grabbing his huge muscled arms, or rubbing Bruce's massive thighs before the match. He was the luckiest man on earth was my opinion. "Hey son" came his voice. I looked at him as he called. I pointed to myself questioningly. "Yeah you son" He said to me "Come here" I was able to get a better look at this man as I walked towards him. He was older, but actually not bad looking. Smaller than Bruce. But then again most men are at about 6 feet tall. his forearms were strong looking. His body seemed pretty good for his probable 40 plus years. So I surmised he was a wrestler in his day too. "Can I help you Mr " I asked "I saw you taking pictures of Bruce before in the ring" "Yeah so" "I was just wondering when you get them developed if you wouldn't mind sharing them with Bruce" "He thought you seemed a photographer. And wanted so good pics for promotion" I pondered what he said and worried that he didn't like me taking pics of Bruce the God. But then he said something that made me change my mind of any other thing he might say that I doubted. "Hey. Why don't you come and meet Bruce" he said "I'm sure he would love to meet a fan" I was floored at the possibility of meeting the man of my wettest dreams.... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ to be continued