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Ajax Part III--Pro Wrestling Night ***editors note - before reading this story you may want to check out one called "Ajax's Fantastic Fantasy Machine". Without having read that one first you'll be a bit confused from the very start of this one; PRO WRESTLING- Pro wrestling is always a turn on for a gay guy like me. Flipping through the channels I managed to find a session of WCW Wrestling just in time to see one of the veterans of the ring beat the shit out of his opponent. Arn Anderson has been with countless partners during his career in pro wrestling and has to be in his mid to late 40's. Still, he looks pretty damned good --- a real "daddy" type with his rugged hairy appearance. I've always seen him with a neatly trimmed beard and lots of brown/blond hair all over his big barrel-shaped chest. Some guys can have a big belly and still turn me on. Arn's one of those. I waited until he'd slammed his opponent to the mat and (using his foot illegally against the bottom rope) gotten a 3-count. The referee raised his hand in victory to give me a great look at his furry underarm and I started to get hard immediately. I held off until the camera showed him leave the ring area and head for the locker room. At precisely the right instant I pressed the "GO" button and managed to beam myself just outside the door to the locker-room at the arena. "Who are you?" he asked, not recognizing me as one of the usual employees of the facility. "Oh, I'm one of your biggest and hardest fans Arn. I've come to help you celebrate your victory" I told him, and he opened the door to the locker room for me to go on in. "Okay kid, let's see just how big and how hard a fan you are of big ole' Arn's" and he led me to the shower area where he stripped off his boots and his wrestling trunks. "Oh shi-i-it!" I said, responding to the appearance of his naked body before me. His cock was somewhat disappointing, smaller than I would've liked, but still okay. The thing that got to me more was his furry, muscular legs and butt and the way he just assumed I was going to go down on him there in the shower. Of course I did, and managed to deep-throat him in one big gulp. Hell, I'd sucked cocks twice his size before but wasn't about to say that to him. It didn't take him long to pop a load into my face. I think he'd gotten as turned on by whipping his opponent as I had by watching it, even though I'm still convince the outcome of the match was determined long before the actual event by agreement of their managers. "Hey Arn, let me eat your ass-hole please?" I begged, and he turned toward the wall of the shower and presented his furry butt to me to dig into. I did just that too, shoving my face way up into the blond-haired chute and thrusting my tongue way up his hole. It didn't take long for him to beg me to fuck him. Wow, this was a turn of events I hadn't planned on. I'd just sort of figured that I was going to be on the receiving end of his dick. Okay yeah, I'd gotten him to come down my throat, but fully expected he'd want to be the one to ram his cock into my ass. This was a pleasant surprise. We went at it for some time, with me first soaping up his hairy chest and belly, then rubbing a good deal of the soap from the shower dispenser all over his butt and gradually working one, then two and finally three soapy fingers into his ass-hole. With a cock as big as mine I knew I needed to open him up before trying to fuck him. I'm not bragging mind you....okay, maybe I am bragging just a little....but I've got close to ten inches of big hard dick that plenty of guys have told me is really good! We went at it for quite a while and I could hear that another event was ending up in the arena. Arn begged for me to finish, to flood his ass with come and I did just was he asked. Right as I exploded the door to the locker room opened and in came another wrestler, fresh from his victory over another opponent. All of a sudden I realized that there must've been two separate locker rooms there, one for the "good guys" and another for men like Arne and our latest addition, one "Razor Ramon". "Hey Chico, whas' hapnin'?" he asked as he walked in and saw me with my cock up Arne's ass-hole. "Hi Scott" Arn said, calling Razor by his real name of Scott Hall. By now, Razor has resumed his identity as Scott Hall, but back when this show was taped he was still pretending to be a Cuban bad-man by the name of Razor Ramon. Razor is a huge guy, standing 6'7" and weighing in at 275. There's two other good things about him. He's incredibly muscular and hairy as a bear! "This is my friend Ajax" Arn said, and Razor stepped right into the shower with his boots and trunks on to shake my hand. "You wanna' get fucked?" he asked right away and I told him I couldn't think of a better way to end this day. As I figured (hoped) he would be, Razor was hung like a fucking stud horse and when he shoved his huge cock nto me it hurt like hell. I'm not complaining mind you! Sometimes I like it really rough, and that's just how he gave it to me. As Razor (a.k.a. Scott Hall) fucked my ass, Arn got down and sucked my cock and balls until I unleashed another load all over his hairy blond chest at exactly the same instant that Razor let go up my hot, horny man-cunt. I climbed out of the shower and saw a faint glow on the remote control unit Stanley had given me. It indicated that the battery on the unit was low. I pressed it four times before it finally kicked in and zapped me back to my apartment where I watched the final event on WCW wrestling. This wasn't one I cared to join in on, and I sat there wondering whether this was all my imagination or had it really happened. I slid a finger into the back of my shorts and felt Razor's spunk oozing out of my tortured ass-hole, evidence that Stanley's invention was far more than the virtual reality shit at the mall.