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Subject: Bruce the Olympian (Bruce Comes Home (1) This is a continuation of the story that I finished some time back about the big gorgeous olympic wrestler from the 80s. I had just seen a video of him on the upcoming olympics and passed glories. And it made me think if the gorgeous bear hunk again. So I figured I would revisit the wrestling God. Again this is complete fiction and does not try to presume Bruce B would have a gay relationship. That would be a gay mans wettest dream. So I hope you enjoy. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Bruce the Olympian (Bruce Comes Home (1) … Time went on for me after my last connection with the man of my young mans dreams. It seemed longer and longer each time that this gorgeous bear of a man came to visit me. This man that I had quickly fallen in love with after that first connection now going on 6 years ago. Who am I speaking of. Well it is the olympic wrestling champion Bruce Baumgartner the huge heavyweight wrestle God that I first saw some years back in LA at the olympic games. I was instantly in lust with this huge bear if a man when I saw him move across the mat. All 6 foot 2 and 265 pounds of him at the rime. Huge arms and chest, thick meaty thighs and awesome full looking crotch. I was in lust and instant desire for this handsome mustaches man. “Ohh my God!” I almost shouted out that first time. But a man God such as this. A straight man God as he was would never have anything to do with a gay young man as I was at the time. Just barely into my twenties when this magnificent creature somehow stepped into my life. And it was only my the luck of the gods themselves that I somehow was able to meet this mountain of all men. All because I had taken some pictures of thus man at one of his matches. So I met this God (my dream man) in person and we hit it off. He of course found out I was gay, but it didn’t bother him. And after some more talks and meetings with him something else happened between myself and Bruce. Something I would never bursa escort have expected to happen with a supposed straight man. Something at first sexual. Yes i had sex with Bruce Baumgartner. Or should i say he fucked me silly. “Horny just thinking bout’ him” I say now as I remember the memories. Yes this Olympic stud that dominated the wrestling mat took me and fucked me. Several times in the span of a few months after we connected. He fucked me with a big meaty cock that was more than I expected from the nice bulge in those wrestling singlets. That was because this bear if a man was a grower if anything. That beautiful bulge that was stuffed into his crotch in his wrestling gear grew to many times its staring size to give one a great fucking once he slammed it into you. And I had been the ever so lucky recipient of his ass crushing. His big thick mans dick plowing up my young guts more than any other man had done so before him. And as I was pretty young then, I had had but a handful of men before this God. “So big and masculine” I said again “Big hard dick.” “Such a beast in bed” Again my memories pulling back into me as I thought of him. How he took me. This collateral man woth the huge hairy body. Chest so vast it could fill up several counties. But again, those are fond just long gone memories I felt I would never fell again. For this man was straight and married. He went back to him wife each and every time. Leaving me wanting and waiting for his return. Then they just stopped. Just altogether ended. And I was left with a desire and adoration for this giant man. Just seeing him on tv after that. Watching his matches in and out of the Olympic arena. Watching as this gorgeous bear if a man topple one and all opponents. Yet, in my love and adoration. In my wait for hus return. I was left wanting him. Hoping that I would be taken into his huge arms again and made love to by him once more. “Oh Bruce” I softly chirped “I love you.” “Where are you?” “Where are you?” Well my waiting turned to utter sadness escort bayan as he always promised to comeback. That this big man cared for me and he didn’t want this to end. This special (different) live I had with someone other than his wife. “I will call you in a few weeks” he had said That was the last communication we had. Passed 6 years now since that had happened. 6 long and painful years. For most guys, they would have moved on and just forgotten about it all. Moved on with their lives after a failed relationship. Get back on that horse and find another man to be with. But not me. I could not. I don’t know why I felt this way. I just knew in my heart that bruce was all I every could love. He stole my heart and no one else could capture it. And I could not let those feelings go. He was my only love. And that was just the way it was. Regardless on the reality of my situation. He was married and would never leave his wife for me. This stud of all men. He was a mans man. And could not be associated with a ‘gay’ relationship. That would be unacceptable. So I figured that was why he just stopped calling and communicating with me. Me in his life would be a big ‘no-no’ “But I live him soo much” I continued to say to myself “And I can’t stop it” “I just can’t” So of course there were many tears over a vast period of time after he stopped calling. My heart crushed like a grape by it. I tried to get back to life. And sometimes I was okay. So long as there was no reminder of him flying by across the television or on the internet. And that was luckily fewer and more far between that I saw something on him. But then I was watching television one day on a Saturday. I was gonna get out and maybe go out later that evening. Possible to get back into dating that night. I called a few acquaintances as they had suggested a night out. But as I was watching television around 11 am that Saturday I found a channel that was showing sports wrestling. And it was some event to prepare for the upcoming world events prior bursa escort to the next olympics. And to my luck (or lack of it) they were showing amateur wrestling. They were on the lower weight classes so I almost turned the channel. But then the announcer said as one match was finishing up what was coming after the commercial break. “And coming up in the next half hour.” He started “We will see the US Olympic champion in the heavyweight decision. .” And then he said the name that made my heart skip a beat. The name that I was trying to push out if my head so I could move on. “.. Bruce Baumgartner.” He finished Then they showed an image of him. There in the television was the image of the live of my life. Bruce. All rime froze in those few moments. My eyes glued to the image on the screen. “Bruce” I said with a saddened huff “My Bruce”. I sighed heavily that weight of longing and pain returned to my chest. And it was a lot. The image left the screen and I almost started to cry. Well I was certainly staying in front of the TV for the rest if the matches. I needed to see my man again. Even if he was hundreds of miles away. But he would be there in my living room via this live telecast. I grabbed something to drink so I could just sit there in front of my TV. As I did not want to leave the spot. My most adored man was going to be on tv in a bit. And I did not want to miss a moment of it. “Maybe I should record it” I said to myself So I set up for the machine to record this sports event for me as I watched it. I just held the controller to it so I could start the recording once his match started. I sat there for two more matched before hus came on. And again the announcer stated his was coming up. Next! So I stay there unmoving as I waited for the next match. His Then the commercial ended and the announcer started to introduction. First mentioning the opponent. Some German guy. He was pretty big so I wondered how bruce would fare against him. But then the man started to announce Bruce. I quickly clicked in the recording device. And then the name flashes across the lowered part if the screen. And then he came out from where he had been standing. It was Bruce. It was my Bruce…. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: To be continued

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