One of my readers has written a novel describing a utopia where erotic pro wrestling is mainstream entertainment. The book is called “Rowdy Armstrong: Wrestling’s New Golden Boy.” You can order it for under $15 from David Monster or Amazon.
Here is a synopsis of the story: In the year 2025, every professional wrestling federation on the planet has acknowledged it’s homoerotic nature and encourages wrestlers to use sex as a weapon in the ring. As one famous wrestler put it, “The fans protest if there isn’t at least one assault to the ‘trunk region’ in every match.”
Athletic, blond teenager, Rory Pederson, discovers the sport and, of course, it brings to light his strongest fetishes. He directs his whole life toward a career as an actual Professional Wrestler, and his ultimate goal to become the World Champion.
The author sent me one chapter from the book with permission to share it here on my blog so you can enjoy it for free and see how the book is written. The scene features young Rory at home watching a televised wrestling match between the champ, Dyer Anderson, and a muscular young challenger.
The book includes a few pictures such as those seen to the left, but for this article, I wanted to create more wrestling images to help illustrate the text.
So to enhance the story, I am posting images from a match on YouTube between Scotty Mac in the tight black trunks and “Gorgeous” Michelle Starr in pink tights. Some of the activity described in the book actually occurs in this match, and I felt that these wrestlers fit somewhat the descriptions in the book (Starr in the role of the veteran Anderson, and Scotty Mac as the hunky young challenger.)
This match was also recently featured on the He Is Out! blog which is how I discovered it. So just be aware that the images below are not found in the Rowdy Armstrong book itself, they’re just paired with text from the book for this article. Here we go…
Something happened that pulled the entire focus of his world on to this match
The match they came upon was already in progress. Big, brawny Dyer Anderson, the current World Heavyweight Champ, was being worked over in the corner by a smaller, beautiful, buff Blond man.
Rory was obviously aroused, but something happened that pulled the entire focus of his world on to this match, and Pro wrestling. The Blond man grabbed the front of Dyer’s trunks, wrapped his fingers around his entire bulge and yanked down.
Dyer cupped his pained groin and dropped to his knees
Dyer’s face contorted into a grimace, and Rory thought he saw the faintest glimmer of pleasure. The Champ held on to the ropes, and his knees trembled.
The Ref smacked the Blond man’s shoulders, and warned him to take the action out of the corner. The cunning blond beauty pointed at something across the ring, and when the Ref looked away, he squeezed and yanked Dyer’s bulge, again. Dyer cupped his pained groin, and dropped to his knees.
Rory swore he saw Dyer’s bulge tented out in his trunks. He blushed, fully excited under his pillow.
Rory identified with the Challenger. He, himself, was blond, and hoped to be as muscular and good-looking as this beautiful bad boy. He already started working out, was on the swim team, and had been studying karate since he was 6. At 13, he was 5’9″, and weighed 155 tight pounds.
Between swimming and running, his face and body were almost always tanned, which set off his light gold hair, and blue eyes. His little brother looked a lot like him, but there was a touch of red in his hair. He was thicker and seemed that he’d be a bit broader as he grew up.
Rory liked Dyer Anderson, the presently helpless Champ. He was a ring veteran, about 40 years old, and was billed as 6 feet, 265lbs. He had thickly muscled arms, chest, back, shoulders, legs, and a bit of a belly. He was manly, tough, and hairy, with light brown hair. Something about his thickness held Rory’s interest, especially the way his big butt jiggled when he was slammed in his beer belly.
Cheers exploded when he posed and wiped down his muscles
Dyer’s opponent was quickly becoming Rory’s favorite, though. He desperately wanted to know everything about him: his name, where he was from, how tall he was, how much he weighed, and how he could be so beautiful and yet so mean in the ring.
The Blond man backed away from Dyer Anderson, with his hands up, as the Ref bent down to ask The Champ if he was ok to continue.
The crowd also loved this new Blond heel. Cheers exploded when he posed and wiped down his muscles.
Dyer used the ropes to pull himself up. He rubbed his aching balls.
The Blond man came up beside the Ref, tapped his shoulder, and when the Ref turned away from The Champ, the Blond was able to whack Anderson’s bulge with an open-handed slap.
Dyer howled and leaned over the ropes. The Ref checked him, and Blondie’s hands were up, again, proclaiming his innocence.
The announcer finally said the Blond man’s name, “Chris Enos”, and hailed him as “The Sports New Golden Boy.” He was the current U.S.A CHAMP.
Rory repeated his name, “Chris Enos”.
Dyer Anderson struggled on the ropes and Rory actually felt tense for him. He loved the new guy, but knew Dyer would be humiliated to lose.
Chris wiped down his muscles, again, then sauntered over to The Champ, who was still grimacing and holding on to the ropes for dear life. Chris stepped in front of Dyer and opened his arms up, in a pose of ultimate dominance.
To Be Continued…