Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2018 02:04:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: The Hennig Heir (2)

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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To be continued