Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 14:45:24 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Catfish and the Wrestlers 2 Catfish & the Wrestlers 2 by Bald Hairy Man This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. With a tag Team match we didn't need volunteers to fill out the program. We could do that ourselves. After the show Ali liked to do a clinic. They would give men pointers on how to hone their wrestling skills and had a few one on one sessions with men in the audience. The tag team matches were well orchestrated and planned. All four men were strong and muscular, but they all seemed to have gymnastic abilities too. These skills they put to good use. Buster and Gus were showmen and while the audience at the spa was sophisticated and we got a few "You've got to be kidding," type comments at the beginning of the exhibition, by the end everyone was with the program. The show was fun to watch. The wrestlers were undeniably athletic and skilled. They wore costumes in television wrestling style. As the matches progressed, the costumes became progressively less elaborate. For the clinic part of the event, the wrestlers wore only a white singlet. The singlet were made for high school aged boys and were stretched thin by the bulky wrestlers. Nothing was left to the imagination. Perhaps two thirds of the audience left after the matches. 15 men stayed. We moved from the main exercise room to a smaller space the called the cool down room. This was in the "Executive" part of the spa. Mats covered half the floor. The rest of the room was tiled and had an open shower and whirlpool in the tiled area. The Spa wasn't nude but the showers were open to this exercise area. The theory was men would rinse off before going to the locker room and stinking it up with sweat. This was a popular feature. All four walls were mirrored. The shower partitions were clear glass. Technically this was done so you could see what muscles were being exercised. It was a fishbowl, but no one in the spa was shy about their bodies. At first I thought this was to insure full frontal viewing, but I was surprised at how many men bent over and exposed their holes. I'm no expert, but some of the ass holes showed signs of regular exercise. The spa's management was snooty and almost puritanical. They wanted no nudity and no erections in the building. That clearly was a front. The Executive area was a shower room, so of course nudity was acceptable, and there was no problems with erections, orgasms, or anal sex. You just had to pay extra for that. Some men may like tight, virgin holes, but the puffy, well-used openings are better for me. It's best when the opening is part of a size queen who can appreciate what I have to offer the second my knob reaches the sphincter. Most guys like it once my cock has tenderized their prostates, but it's really exciting when it's good from the second I penetrate their sphincter. The men who came to the clinic were into wrestling big time, but they were into wrestlers even more. Ali and Link had a trial match with two of the men. The white singlets were soon soaked in sweat and all but transparent. Soon everyone was nude. Ali told me Gus and Link had figured out every way you could make contact with guy's cock and still be close to a genuine wrestling hold. Several men were quite small, but Buster and his pal's adjusted their routine to accommodate them. There was much genital contact and many erections, but no sex during the clinic. The clinic lasted an hour and a half. Once the official event was finished, the four wrestlers relaxed and the fun began. This was my first event with Missing Link and Gorilla Man. They weren't as sophisticated, or restrained as Buster and Ali. I thought I was into sex, but they were wild men. The somewhat up tight Spa members also were with the program. Missing Link and Gorilla Man liked man sex and not one cell in their bodies was ashamed about it. They like cock sucking and ass fucking and could take as much as they could give. Ali and Buster were refined and subtle in comparison. As I was the towel boy and lube man, I was at the clinic. As a five foot-four hairball I'm well aware of my physical charms. Men tended to move away from me, just in case they might catch a case something. I'm not sure you can catch a case of being short or hairy for that matter, but once I got naked all was well. A friend once asked me if I got insulted when guys ignored me until I was naked. I told him you could either get insulted or write it off as an example of the wondrous workings of human nature. That's the way I saw it. Gorilla Man and Missing link weren't lookers, but their charms increased as they got naked. A good proportion of the Spa members were handsome, but lure of man sex affected them. Big hairy muscle men with big cocks and balls filled with man seed had an effect. The men from the Spa ranged from muscle bound hunks to slender and almost delicate dancer types. All were in good shape, but good shape is different for power lifters and marathon runners. Two men were ballet dancers. I guessed they would gravitate to Missing Link, he was the crudest looking man in the group. Missing Link's real name was Nigel and he was a Scot from Glasgow. He didn't cut his hair or beard. He had black hair streaked with white and gray and achieved an Old English Sheepdog look. I noticed he had a speech impediment, I would guess from a cleft pallet. When he was not in his persona as Missing Link, he was shy and quiet. He loved to work out and under the shaggy fur coat he had a Steve Reeves like body. The ballet dancers and a man who was built like a gymnast gravitated toward Link. His cock looked thicker than one of the men's wrist, but they enjoyed him. As I said, the wrestlers were generous. Everyone got a chance to suck them and most got sucked. Only a few would get fucked. Usually they were the men who had done best in the clinic session. I know getting fucked was supposed to be the punishment for losing, but Buster knew better. A chance to feel your wrestling hero's cock up your ass is a good thing, a memory that would stay with you for the rest of your life. In vulgar slang getting fucked is a humiliation. To have Ali Baba or Buster's knob rubbing your prostate is a brush with greatness. Ali liked to slip his cock into a few asses and get close, but he shot off outside the ass. Both he and Buster had 4th of July orgasms. Buster shot long ribbons of cum. Ali shot off shotgun style with buckshot. By the time they were ready to shoot, everyone else was too. Often they would start a chain reaction orgasm. Everyone would be cum drenched by the end. Missing Link wore out his admirers and then picked the most energetic remaining one to mount. Nigel had been a wild man when he was sucking. The man who looked like a gymnast was the lucky one. I had lubricated him as well as his playmates, so any one of them could have been ready. Missing Link went deep on his first thrust and then calmed down. He was a lover not a fucker. His cock wasn't a man rammer; it was a love stick. He spent a good twenty minutes in the gymnast's ass, but every minute was pure enjoyment for both of them. It was a beautiful thing to see. While I was naked, I was the ugly girl at the Junior high dance. One of the dancers came over to me. "If I didn't see it myself, I wouldn't believe it is real," he said to me as he looked at my cock. "I take it you like it?" "I'm not your type, am I?" he said. "I'm mostly a top," I said. The dancer was nude and when I said that, his cock twitched a little. "Do you think you could take it?" "I'd like to try," he said. "My name's Sean. I'd really like to try, but I'm afraid it wouldn't fit. I'd hate to start something I couldn't finish." Sean was handsome in a way. "I hate stopping mid fuck, but I don't like to hurt a guy either," I whispered to him. He told me he lived a few blocks away. He wanted sex, but didn't want to have it in front of his friends. I knew the type. Ali had been watching and came over. "Willy why don't you take the rest of the night off. We can clean up here. Ali knew the score. About fifteen minutes later I met Sean out side of the spa. We walked a few blocks and then turned onto a incredibly small narrow street. We went into a tiny house. We were naked a minute later. Sean didn't like my cock; he worshiped it. His house mate came home fifteen minutes later. He was shocked when he saw Sean and a hairy redneck going at it and then he saw my cock. "Holy shit!" he muttered. He was naked in a second or two and joined in. A little later the house mate said, "We really should call Robin. He'd kill us if he didn't get to see this cock." "Jason, you should really ask our guest if he would mind?" Sean said. "Sit, I'm sorry. I was so turned on I forgot to be polite. I don't even know your name," "It's Will," I said. "I don't like lookers, but I kind of enjoy players." "Bingo, Robin just won the grand prize!" Jason exclaimed. "Playing is no problem for Robin at all." He went to the phone and Robin appeared ten minutes later. Robin was a surprise. He was a dancer like Sean and Jason, but he was my age and well trimmed furry. He was their teacher and friend. The trio were all size queens, and Robin was very much a queen, but they were more than that. I think they were pagan throwbacks from the time when men worshiped fertility gods and cocks. They were all short, very well built men, fully equipped and attractively sex crazed. I knew it was going to be a good night. I soon realized Robin was their dance instructor and sexual guide. As Sean and Jason shared my cock Robin fed me his cock. To say he drooled pre cum was like saying some water flows over Niagara Falls. He had a thin. long cock with a lolly pop style cock head. The knob was bisected by the widest slit I had ever encountered. He was dripping when my tongue touched his cock the first time and then began to gush. It was lovely. Eventually he rotated so he could suck me as I sucked him. Robin was a sword swallower. He didn't just suck; he deep throated. On the first effort he took my entire cock. Apparently he could breathe with his mouth full and his nose buried in my hairy balls. It was effortless. "Damn, that's beautiful," Jason said. "Don't stand there talking," Robin said firmly. "Sean you lick his balls. Jason you get Sean's ass relaxed. After a short while, I was getting revved up and called a time out. We broke apart. "And what is your cup of tea?" Robin asked me. "I told Sean I am a top." "Sean's never taken anyone your size before," Robin said "I never poke my cock where it's not wanted." Robin laughed. "Robin wanted it all right, and he will love it if he can get it in. It will take some work, but it will be worth it." "I'm not much into hard work," I said. Robin chuckled. "I didn't know Sean liked men as rough hewn as you. Jason likes them smooth, pretty and hung." "Jason seems to be doing okay," I remarked. "I make exceptions over eight inches!" Jason responded. "Sean responds to more primal urges. He'd be happy with a hairy caveman," Robin remarked. "Will a hairy redneck do the trick?" I asked. "Apparently so," Robin said. "It sure does the trick for me. I'm no virgin, but I haven't been this turned on in years. How do you want to take him?" "That is up to him." "Can I sit on it?" Jason asked in a whisper. Of course that was okay with me. Robin took care of getting Sean ready. Jason lubricated me and told me how much Sean like to get fucked. Sean was a sexual wonder according to Jason. He was both a nice guy, great dancer and good sport. Robin was a believer in deep lubrication. He had Sean on his back with his legs back and hole open. Robin had long, thin fingers and he probed and spread Sean's ass. I guessed Robin was Sean's lover and Sean moaned when Robin used his cock to push the lube deeper. Sean was hot to trot when he straddled me and sat back on my love pole. I don't think I had more than four inches in him when he went into fuck trance. Sean was in heaven. His eyes were closed and his mouth open as he gasped for air. He did an exotic dance using only his hips as he wiggled and undulated until he was totally impaled. He was sweating like a pig and shivering. I sat up, rolled him back and got his legs on my shoulders. He was my cock slave now. He offered no resistance. Sean was getting tired, so I pulled out and fucked Jason. Jason pretended he wasn't interested, but he already had lubricated his ass and once I was in he forgot to be offended. Jason was one of those boys who thought pretending to be virgin was a good marketing tool. I rammed him hard a few times and all that pretense came oozing from his cock. He was wearing out when I saw Sean looking at me. I gave Jason a rest and re entered Sean. It was smooth as silk this time and Sean had used his little rest to get his mind straight. He did something close to a twirl on my cock. He was ready for anything I could do to him and we had some inventive sex. Sean had a firm ass, but there was no resistance. Robin joined us and we took turns entering Sean. Sean's hole was well used and stretched by now, but I saw when Rob's knob touched it, his ass quivered in excitement. Rob was a delicate lover. He caressed Sean's hole and slid in gently. He went deep each time. When he pulled out Sean's hole remained open for a few seconds. I held it open so Robin could see. He saw and smiled at me. My cock is too big to be gentle, but I used Sean's open hole to ease the next penetration. He squirmed in pleasure. As I played with Sean, Robin fucked Jason doggy style and with bull-in-heat enthusiasm. Robin kept his eye on me, and when I slowly pulled out, he rushed over and got his tongue in Sean's ass. The next time I fucked Sean his cock exploded and covered all of us in sperm. That made me shoot. I pulled out and hosed them with my cum. Jason dropped to his knees and took the tail end of my ejaculations. Robin licked up Sean's seed. They asked me to stay the night, but I was bushed. I got dressed and went back to the spa. Things were over, but our van was still there. I saw Lenny, the business' manger, talking with a man I didn't know. I heard Lenny saying, "We had no luck tonight, there was no need for any of our own lights." "You can't strike pay dirt every night," the other man said. "Your next stop is Scranton?" "The armpit of the Poconos?" Lenny said. "I can guarantee that place will need light. It's in an old YMCA." Lenny saw me walking up and he left. The other man went in the opposite direction. In the detective business that is what is called a lead. Missing Link appeared and offered to drive me to the hotel. He was cheerful and friendly. He was a nice guys when he wasn't doing his wrestling act. He had seen me leave with Sean and asked if I scored. I said yes. "Some time it would be nice to get off without an audience," he said. "It looked like you had a good time with that kid," I said. "He was nice, wasn't he?" Nigel said. "I'd love to have a one on one with someone who wouldn't break. Sometimes I get an itch up may ass and I don't like to take care of that in public every time. Ali and Buster like it. I lose my erection." I laughed. We didn't say anything about sex, but when we got to the hotel, we shared his room. Normally he bunked with Gorilla Man, but he was spending the night with an old friends. Nigel and I both had intense sexual contacts and shot off earlier, but that didn't seem to dampen our spirits or desire. Sometimes when you shoot off, the orgasm reduces the urge to get to a climax quickly, but not the desire to feel pleasure with another man. That must have been the case with us. I like hairy men, and rarely meet a man who is more furry than me. I think body hair makes a man more masculine. Nigel felt the same way. We were both ugly men who tend to scare people away. He was five-ten and 200 pounds of muscle, and his cock was bigger than I thought. He sported and solid, uncut, seven incher, with a big juicy knob. His bush was so thick. I thought it was shorter. We were both soft when we started and my tongue had some good, up close and personal time with his foreskin and knob. I sucked the skin into my mouth and then tongue dived in it. He was still oozing from earlier. Trapped in the skin the juice had ripened, but hadn't gone beyond its expiration date. I got turned on. I was sucking his most private part, the part that made him a man and tasting his sex juices and man seed. He copied my actions. He later told me he didn't get to play with uncut guys much. Mine was a treat. It took no time at all for his balls to restart refreshing the brew. We took a break and kissed. He was a tongue kisser and I tasted my own home brew in his mouth. We both loved that and then I sat on his cock. He wasn't a challenge, but I definitely knew his big, friendly cock was probing my ass. He tended to whimper and cry when I entered him. When I tried to pull out he'd grab me and hold me in. The whimpering and crying was due to intense pleasure not pain. By breakfast the next morning I had shot off two or three times in Nigel' ass and he must have cum four times in me. I was awake every time I came, but I had a suspicion Nigel could climax in his sleep. He may very well have been a sleep fucker. When I woke, I'd realize he was still in me. I'd squeezed my ass and he would re inflate. He was my kind of man.