Even as a kid, I kinda figured my uncle was not as straight as he carried himself to be. He was 5'11" or so, weighed easily 225 lbs, and was built along the lines of Paul Orndorff with thick beefy legs, a chest any gay man would want to rub his face in, and the looks of a GQ model. Needless to say, he was indeed my FAVORITE UNCLE.

It was during the summer of my 17th year, when his and my relationship took a turn that would cement an everlasting bond. My dad and he were business partners, so parties were a constant thing within our families. July 4th of that year, naturally, everyone came to our home. We had the in ground pool. Screaming kids and arguments abounded during the day, of which I couldn't handle any longer, so I made my way to the family room where I could at least watch a little TV, and enjoy some peace and quiet.

Upon entering the room, there sat my uncle, beer in hand, swim trunks on and eyes glued to the set, and to my amazement, watching pro wrestling. He glanced over at me as I walked in, and just as quickly, scrambled for the remote control and nervously shut the set off.

Hey uncle Chuck, I said in a half exhausted, half excited voice. Tryin' to get away from the mess out there? Yah he replied, figured this was the best spot. Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, about the "wrestling" thing, I leaned back on the chair and exclaimed. This is the only room in the house I can feel comfortable, when I'm watching wrestling. No one ever bothers me here, since every freekin room in this place has a TV. I call it my "private wrestling room!" As I spoke those words, his eyes lit up, and a smile ran from each side of his beautiful face. You like wrestling too, he asked, his voice shaking with each word. Uncle Chuck I said, wrestling is my one ultimate favorite things on this planet, and I've been watching it since I was 4 or 5. Nothing can keep me away from the set when it's on, and if I miss a show, god do I get pissed. What my uncle did next, was something I had fantasized about, many nights as I lie in my bed, doing the "dirty"! He stood up, faced me, flexed, and while doing so, he said, Is this the body of a wrestler or what? My eyes and mind being locked upon his magnificent body, I blurted out, unknowingly, DAMN, I'D WRESTLE YOU IN A SPLIT SECOND! When I realized my blunder, it was far too late, the words were out and I couldn't take 'em back. My face reddened, as I looked to the floor. Are you serious he said, his voice now loud and clear. Looking up at him, I said, God if you only knew how many times I fantasized about you wrestling me.

We decided to get a room at a local motel for our first match. Both of us were a bit scared, especially on his end, but as we sat in the room and talked of our impending match, the tension eased. Not wanting to waist anymore time, we threw the mattress on the floor and began to take our clothes off. My eyes glanced over to him every few seconds, only to catch him doing the same to me. As I lowered my pants, revealing my now erect member, I looked back over to him, he as well, could not hide his growing anticipation.

He wore his white speedo type trunks with white athletic sox, and I was wearing my lite blue trunks, barefoot. Standing on the mattress facing each other, the match began. He lunged at me, every muscle on his frame flexed, ready for combat. Grabbing my hair with both hands, he pulled me towards his now heaving chest and locked a standing front facelock on me. As he went to clamp his forearm around my throat, I felt the fur on his arm brush along my face. I grunted. As he leaned back to gain leverage, I was able to view his manhood, now ready to pop free of it's bindings. Seeing how turned on he was by this one single hold, I grunted loud and began to beg him to release the pressure. No way punk, in a mean gruff voice, that of which I had never heard from him before. I'm gonna whipe your ass all over this room. My god, I thought as he applied all that much more pressure, he is a HEEL, and loves workin a guy over. Not wanting him to stop the punishment, I let my arms flail around in the air, each time he ground my face and neck.

You like that boy? Answer me boy!! He then ground my head so tight, I had to reply, Yes Sir! Wrestle me as hard as you want Sir! With that, he released my head from his viselike grip. Being a bit groggy, I dropped to my knees and hands, trying to shake the cobwebs from my head. The next thing I knew, I saw his feet in front of me, facing me. God, what was I in for next? I began to rise off the mattress, now in a kneeling position, my face inches from his throbbing cock, I begged to god for him to put me in a headscissors. In seconds, my prayers were answered, he again grabbed my hair securing my place in front of him, stepped over my head, and forced my head between his waiting thighs. I felt the muscles of his upper thighs constrict around my head. Looking down at the floor, seeing one foot cross the other, I prepared myself for the worst.

Grabbing my hair again, he yanked my head deeper into his thighs. In doing so, his now fully erect cock was resting on the back of my head. In an instant, he began his punishing ways. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release, over and over he played his game. But, with each new squeeze, he added all that much more pressure to my soon throbbing head. My hands grabbed at the thick hairy trunks and tried to pry them away from my head, but in doing so, it only pissed him off. He grabbed my arms, pulled them back towards his chest, and began to twist them. Between the pressure on my head and my arm being yanked and twisted, I began to become lite headed. Unable to hear anything, yet knowing he could well hear me, I begged him to stop.

Nearing complete blackout, I whimpered one last time, "Please Sir Please!"

It worked. My arms were loose, as so was my head. It had been ten minutes of shear pleasure on his part when his thighs released my head. As he stepped away from me, my limp body slowly fell face first into the mattress. My head landing just an inch or two from his feet, the softness of the mattress was welcomed. It was then, I realized, I had an erection, the likes of which I had never had before. It felt wonderful.

Lost in the moment, my head dancing with pleasure, he attacked again. Walking to the side of my now outstretched body, he leaned over, grabbed my head and twisted it until I landed on my back. He stood over me, his hairy body wet from sweat, my cock shivered. Stepping over my chest, without warning he raised one foot and slammed it directly to my open gut. I doubled over to my side in pain, trying to catch my breath. Heaving in and out, in an attempt to gain air, I groaned in agony, which made him all that more happy. Still not happy with my current pain... he placed his foot into my face and shoved me onto my back a second time. Still gasping, while holding my stomach in pain, he decided to put me out of my misery. Standing above me, sweat now dripping on me, he again grabbed my hair and yanked me into a sitting position. Within seconds, he was sitting behind me. His legs, hairy and wet, encircled my waist, his feet locked in front of me. It was over.....he arched up, bringing me into the air, and with one swift movement, I was slammed back to the mattress. He applied pressure to my rag doll form, twitching, convulsing, I was beaten. Not finished, he shook his legs as I lie trapped between them. My body so wracked in pain, I could do nothing but face the humiliation. When we stopped, he took my shoulders, and pulled me into his chest. I could feel his hair greet my smooth back. He then reached around to my totally throbbing cock, probed for it within my speedo, and released it from its bindings. With one hand, this man that had been so brutal to me, slowly began to stroke my shaft, while with the other, he lightly pinched and played with my erect nipple. I groaned with pleasure as he worked my cock.....the combination of his legs still around my waist, his hand working my shaft and my nipple being teased, within a few minutes my load was released. In turn I pulled his trunks to his ankles. His cock was just as magnificent as the rest of him. He then shot his load.

Through my 20's and 30's, my uncle and I met for a match once a month. We would always sit in the family room and watch wrestling together while the rest of the family led what I considered to be quite mundane lives. Although he is now in his 70's, he still looks great. And yes, as you may find it hard to believe, he, to this day can still kick the shit outta me. Hell, he just did it July 4th weekend of this year, 2002!

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