What was so hot about this one profile in particular that had me cycling back time and again? Nothing special except he mentions wrestling with an erotic edge. I like that. And a nice sense of humor, not sure how that relates to wrestling, but Ok. His photos show a big solid thick build. About 8 yrs. my senior, but looked like he is in decent shape. Nothing to brag about. No face pic available, but when we exchanged mug shots, looking back at me was an attractive man for sure. But what was it? He had that ‘something’ and I wanted to find out what that thing was. Maybe his opponents held the answer?
I must have read each of his 30 plus recommendations from other wrestlers several times. And my lust grew with each and every one. ‘Strong. Powerhouse. Bull. Beast. Deceptively strong. Powerful. Never saw how strong he was until he had me pinned and tapping out. This guy can take down the biggest of opponents with ease and still smile.
The theme of Powerful strong heel & winner, descriptions resonated with each opponent that had gave him a referral. There were men half his age in their 30’s. Men with incredibly sculpted muscles from obvious years in the gym, big muscle bears, heavy guys, and thin guys. Seemed to be guys of all ages, shapes build and sizes - all with the same kudos and praise: respect for this bulls power strength and skills. I did not count more than a couple of matches where it mentioned this guy coming out on the loosing end. It appeared he was victorious in just about 99% of his matches.
My cock was leaking like Niagara Falls by the time I had memorized every word of his profile and referrals.
Our chats progressed, we seemed to click on basic level. I knew I wanted to tangle with this strong bull. Why? I have no fucking clue. I had only grappled around once or twice. Zero skills. Not one clue what I was getting into, and did not care. I had to feel the power of this wrestling beast.
“Put this on.” B said as he tossed me a hot pink speedo. “I like all my boys to wear this one when I defeat them.” I had the guts to get in the ring with this man. Still freaking out on why I was here. I am no little guy. I am 58 yrs old, 6.1” tall and a solid 210 lbs. decent fit, not as much a muscled body as I want, yet, but solid. B was maybe 5’10 and 185. Not that I had a big lead on the size over him but by no means was he a much larger man.
His casual Tshirt hung loose on his frame, I was eyeing intently when he removed it to strip down. Not sure what I was expecting, but he was exactly as his pics looked. – Ok he is going to kick my ass even more on our next meet, but there was little if anything special about this guy. Big and thick. Dad bod deluxe. But muscles? I could not see the definition of any shape or from on his shirtless torso.
‘Don’t get distracted” I coached myself. Every guy who posted about matching up with him said exactly the same thing - huge powerful strong and a bull.
Nervous as a cat, I changed into the pink speedo he brought while we chatted and made small talk about what to expect. Loosening up and stretching before we went at it.
Freaked out, nervous scared just a bit and turned the fuck on all at the same time. We stood facing each other and locked up. He let me push once or twice just to see what I had, then BAM- less than five seconds later I am laid out subbed and tapping. No fucking clue what maneuver or hold that he used, all I remember his tapping his thigh. – His rock-solid thigh. Muscular. Rock hard and impressive. It felt like granite.
Round two started with no warning. Again, tossing my body around for the fun of it and subs me into tapping again and again and again. He tossed & maneuvered lifted twisted and hoisted my 210 lbs like it was a feather pillow. All with in the first five minutes. I was toast. He knew it, I knew it. He loved it. I was embarrassed. He never said a word.
No arrogance, no bragging. (little did he know bragging about his power and strength would have been such a turn on. But I digress. He was the perfect gentleman. And nice guy)
This scene was repeated so many times in the first thirty minutes I was winded, exhausted, totally heeled schooled and subbed by this beast. I got glimpses and feel of his incredible muscles. Beautiful large hot muscles hidden discreetly. Still not sure how, but they were there when he needed them, but not when he was at normal stance. I did not say anything, or make a big deal out of it. Because for him, it was more about the wrestling. The winning. Getting subs. Which he did so many times I lost count. After about 34 minutes I tapped out for the final time. I was done.
Not so much as done but winded. Confused, excited, still scared, and a bit embarrassed that I was such an easy push over.
I still feel terrible about the look of disappointment on his face when I said I am through. He had driven over an hour, and here I was such a pussy, not man enough to let him finish the job.
I check in with him a day or two later still apologizing profusely, but not fessing up my real issue. - He asked if I did not like it. I did I honestly tell him. It was a huge turn on. – But I didn’t get hard he mentions. – Well:
I am not really a wrestler. I guess I am more of a rassler who enjoys the company of big strong powerful men. Who like to dominate. -He chuckled, I dominated your ass non stop from the moment we stepped into the ring. You never stood a chance.
Now to make up for my earlier comment about him not being anything special. That in all reality turned me on even more. Once he showed me just what a strong bull he was, I was confused aroused turned on when his power and strength and muscles emerged from beneath. Gradually, little by little I revealed my inner fetishes to him. By now he knows most of them. He possesses them all. And after I revealed the, he gladly admitted just that. He has every one of them. Not only has those qualities, likes to use them.
He is a very nice man; sexually handsome; and STRONG, muscles that explode out of no where for one purpose – to dominate and win whatever physical challenge he faces. Now if I could just get him to use his wrestling prowess to get me subbed out - but instead of releasing me, torment tease, flex, brag, show off and even taunt me some. Take it out on me.
For isntanse, I love impact play. A solid fist to my pecs or abs is hot. Chest punches, gut punching. But I hate open handed slaps on my skin. But – what the fuck, - how could I do to stop him? I am pinned suffering total hapless jobber with no recourse or defense.
Edge me, tickle me, I fucking hate to be tickled because I am so ticklish – but reallyhow the hell can I object? Do what ever you like. Force me to lick suck anything you like. Stick those sexy feet in my face and tell me just who the powerhouse is and remind me over and over and over while you flex that massive arm in my face who the real man is. Bring me out of any hold only to put me in whatever position you think you want me. Rag doll use me. Bring out the beast to go along with all that muscle and power and natural but quiet dominant traits. I would be blowing loads all over the place.
OH SHIT!
It was during Covid that most of my revelations emerged. He listened and joined in causally as I explained what a submissive man that I am to one of power muscle and strength like him.
After we agree to another meet up, to see if our new found chemistry aligns.
He informs me: - Oh by the way, I have been working out 3 day a week, for the last few months - with a trainer. My trainer calls me his beast as I am bigger and stronger than ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After I came, wiped my cum off the desk, I came to my senses. What the fuck??? Just how much did my mouth spout off for my ass to take, and If I could really handle that much beast.
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Is that a wish me luck? Or a lucky me, you wish you were in my shoes? I know what I am hoping for. And I will post sometime after Feb 10th.
wrestleuCa4Fun (40)
17/3/2021 05:27What a great recount and revelation of your desires
Wrestletowrestle (29)
06/2/2021 19:50Great story. Can’t wait till the sequel
nutz4muscle (5)
21/1/2021 01:49What was so hot about this one profile in particular that had me cycling back time and again? Nothing special except he mentions wrestling with an erotic edge. I like that. And a nice sense of humor, not sure how that relates to wrestling, but Ok. His photos show a big solid thick build. About 8 yrs. my senior, but looked like he is in decent shape. Nothing to brag about. No face pic available, but when we exchanged mug shots, looking back at me was an attractive man for sure. But what was it? He had that ‘something’ and I wanted to find out what that thing was. Maybe his opponents held the answer?
I must have read each of his 30 plus recommendations from other wrestlers several times. And my lust grew with each and every one. ‘Strong. Powerhouse. Bull. Beast. Deceptively strong. Powerful. Never saw how strong he was until he had me pinned and tapping out. This guy can take down the biggest of opponents with ease and still smile.
The theme of Powerful strong heel & winner, descriptions resonated with each opponent that had gave him a referral. There were men half his age in their 30’s. Men with incredibly sculpted muscles from obvious years in the gym, big muscle bears, heavy guys, and thin guys. Seemed to be guys of all ages, shapes build and sizes - all with the same kudos and praise: respect for this bulls power strength and skills. I did not count more than a couple of matches where it mentioned this guy coming out on the loosing end. It appeared he was victorious in just about 99% of his matches.
My cock was leaking like Niagara Falls by the time I had memorized every word of his profile and referrals.
Our chats progressed, we seemed to click on basic level. I knew I wanted to tangle with this strong bull. Why? I have no fucking clue. I had only grappled around once or twice. Zero skills. Not one clue what I was getting into, and did not care. I had to feel the power of this wrestling beast.
“Put this on.” B said as he tossed me a hot pink speedo. “I like all my boys to wear this one when I defeat them.” I had the guts to get in the ring with this man. Still freaking out on why I was here. I am no little guy. I am 58 yrs old, 6.1” tall and a solid 210 lbs. decent fit, not as much a muscled body as I want, yet, but solid. B was maybe 5’10 and 185. Not that I had a big lead on the size over him but by no means was he a much larger man.
His casual Tshirt hung loose on his frame, I was eyeing intently when he removed it to strip down. Not sure what I was expecting, but he was exactly as his pics looked. – Ok he is going to kick my ass even more on our next meet, but there was little if anything special about this guy. Big and thick. Dad bod deluxe. But muscles? I could not see the definition of any shape or from on his shirtless torso.
‘Don’t get distracted” I coached myself. Every guy who posted about matching up with him said exactly the same thing - huge powerful strong and a bull.
Nervous as a cat, I changed into the pink speedo he brought while we chatted and made small talk about what to expect. Loosening up and stretching before we went at it.
Freaked out, nervous scared just a bit and turned the fuck on all at the same time. We stood facing each other and locked up. He let me push once or twice just to see what I had, then BAM- less than five seconds later I am laid out subbed and tapping. No fucking clue what maneuver or hold that he used, all I remember his tapping his thigh. – His rock-solid thigh. Muscular. Rock hard and impressive. It felt like granite.
Round two started with no warning. Again, tossing my body around for the fun of it and subs me into tapping again and again and again. He tossed & maneuvered lifted twisted and hoisted my 210 lbs like it was a feather pillow. All with in the first five minutes. I was toast. He knew it, I knew it. He loved it. I was embarrassed. He never said a word.
No arrogance, no bragging. (little did he know bragging about his power and strength would have been such a turn on. But I digress. He was the perfect gentleman. And nice guy)
This scene was repeated so many times in the first thirty minutes I was winded, exhausted, totally heeled schooled and subbed by this beast. I got glimpses and feel of his incredible muscles. Beautiful large hot muscles hidden discreetly. Still not sure how, but they were there when he needed them, but not when he was at normal stance. I did not say anything, or make a big deal out of it. Because for him, it was more about the wrestling. The winning. Getting subs. Which he did so many times I lost count. After about 34 minutes I tapped out for the final time. I was done.
Not so much as done but winded. Confused, excited, still scared, and a bit embarrassed that I was such an easy push over.
I still feel terrible about the look of disappointment on his face when I said I am through. He had driven over an hour, and here I was such a pussy, not man enough to let him finish the job.
I check in with him a day or two later still apologizing profusely, but not fessing up my real issue. - He asked if I did not like it. I did I honestly tell him. It was a huge turn on. – But I didn’t get hard he mentions. – Well:
I am not really a wrestler. I guess I am more of a rassler who enjoys the company of big strong powerful men. Who like to dominate. -He chuckled, I dominated your ass non stop from the moment we stepped into the ring. You never stood a chance.
Now to make up for my earlier comment about him not being anything special. That in all reality turned me on even more. Once he showed me just what a strong bull he was, I was confused aroused turned on when his power and strength and muscles emerged from beneath. Gradually, little by little I revealed my inner fetishes to him. By now he knows most of them. He possesses them all. And after I revealed the, he gladly admitted just that. He has every one of them. Not only has those qualities, likes to use them.
He is a very nice man; sexually handsome; and STRONG, muscles that explode out of no where for one purpose – to dominate and win whatever physical challenge he faces. Now if I could just get him to use his wrestling prowess to get me subbed out - but instead of releasing me, torment tease, flex, brag, show off and even taunt me some. Take it out on me.
For isntanse, I love impact play. A solid fist to my pecs or abs is hot. Chest punches, gut punching. But I hate open handed slaps on my skin. But – what the fuck, - how could I do to stop him? I am pinned suffering total hapless jobber with no recourse or defense.
Edge me, tickle me, I fucking hate to be tickled because I am so ticklish – but reallyhow the hell can I object? Do what ever you like. Force me to lick suck anything you like. Stick those sexy feet in my face and tell me just who the powerhouse is and remind me over and over and over while you flex that massive arm in my face who the real man is. Bring me out of any hold only to put me in whatever position you think you want me. Rag doll use me. Bring out the beast to go along with all that muscle and power and natural but quiet dominant traits. I would be blowing loads all over the place.
OH SHIT!
It was during Covid that most of my revelations emerged. He listened and joined in causally as I explained what a submissive man that I am to one of power muscle and strength like him.
After we agree to another meet up, to see if our new found chemistry aligns.
He informs me: - Oh by the way, I have been working out 3 day a week, for the last few months - with a trainer. My trainer calls me his beast as I am bigger and stronger than ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After I came, wiped my cum off the desk, I came to my senses. What the fuck??? Just how much did my mouth spout off for my ass to take, and If I could really handle that much beast.
_____________________________________________________________-
Is that a wish me luck? Or a lucky me, you wish you were in my shoes? I know what I am hoping for. And I will post sometime after Feb 10th.