Supersized Man's blog

In the time I have been on Meetfighters, I've had many people question me as to why I do not post pictures of myself.

The quick answer is I am afraid of what people do with pictures. How many times have you been searching other wrestler's profiles and notice that a person is using a picture you *know* to be someone else? One you post a picture of yourself...ANYONE can do ANYTHING with that picture. Posting the "you can't do that...you have been warned!" message does nothing to stop people.

Most people here must think it some sort of weakness that I do not post pictures...like I am hiding something. Well...I guess I am. Wrestling is my fetish. I am non competitive, and am really only looking for play-acting wrestling sexual encounters. Wrestling frees me to explore my bi side. Does this make me not worthy of being on this website? I would hope not. Everyone is here because they find intimate combat exciting. Maybe not on a sexual level, but exciting nonetheless. Everybody has their 'thing'...specific scenarios, various body parts, whatever that 'thing' is, it draws you to this website or others like it.

Trust me when I say I am real. I have been wrestling off and on for nearly 20 years. My situation is tough because it is on the DL, which is another reason I do not share pictures.

Those of you who DO share your pictures, I applaud you. You are some of the sexiest people and it would be awesome to meet whoever of you would be willing to meet me. I would just hope that you take into consideration more than just how someone looks in a picture. Don't be shallow. Don't judge. I'm sure all of you know how it feels to be judged.

Hope I'm not rambling too much. Let me know what you think.

Steve versus Charlie

The door opened. On the other side of the hotel door stood Steve, a mountain of a man clad only in the hotel’s complimentary robe. “You’re late, boy. Gonna have to teach you some manners, making me wait like this”. Charlie entered with a sheepish grin on his face. “If that’s you trying to intimidate me, you are doing a piss-poor job of it.”
Steve already had prepared the room for their championship match, with the beds already taken apart, and the mattresses spread out ready for the upcoming battle. He was the current holder of the Bearhugger Hotel Championship Belt, with the shiny prize on a chair in the far corner of the room. He had run the gauntlet, defeating many of the hottest opponents on the Bearhugger website. Steve was very proud of his accomplishment.
“You see that belt over there? That says you should get your punk-ass over here and set this up FOR me” I intend to make you suffer and show you why I have the belt”. “I’m glad you are keeping MY belt nice and clean for me, Steve” Charlie responded. You will finally see what I’m made of when I strike my victory pose over your beaten body”
“Then get your jobber ass in here and strip down…I can’t wait to make you my bitch in the “ring”” Steve taunted. Charlie strode in the room confidently. Setting his bag down, he kicked off his shoes, and started to remove his shirt. “Slowly, boy” Steve said, the anticipation dripping off his tongue. “I wanna enjoy this…sizing you up…” He licked his lips seductively, and leered at his opponent as Charlie began to take his time stripping down…teasing Steve with each article of clothing removed.
“Oh don’t worry Steve…you’ll get to see every inch of me…and you know what I’m talking about…” Charlie taunted. “I’m sure that that might be two to three tops” Steve laughed. Charlie shot him a look. “You’ll pay for that, fucker”.
With the removal of his boxer briefs, Charlie stood there nude. He walked by Steve, purposefully bumped his shoulder as he walked by. He positioned himself in the center of the “ring” waiting…stretching out… “Take a long look pussy-boy…you like what you see?” Charlie taunted.
Steve responded by striding confidently to the center of the mattresses, just inches away from Charlie’s face. The smell of musk and arousal was thick in their makeshift ring. “Bet you’ll like what you see much more” Steve said, as he took one step back. He untied the knot on his belt, and the robe dropped to the floor. There Steve stood…nude, his erection showing his excitement for the upcoming match. Charlie caught himself from gasping over the champion’s body.
Steve kicked the robe to the side. The rush of nudity was intoxicating to them both as they crouched slowly, beginning to circle each other.
All of a sudden the room’s temperature seemed to elevate by a hundred degrees, as least that what it felt like to the two combatants. The erotic electricity flowing between them crackled. They took a moment, still circling, to enjoy the sight of their aroused opponent. Their erections bobbed with each step they took, their nuts filled with a wrestler’s cum. It was a pity, the combatants thought, that there was no one there to witness this clash, to cheer on the two wrestlers, to show their appreciation by fondling themselves. Both men knew they would soon spill their seed, but each of them wanted to do it as the holder of the championship belt.
All the chatting between the men stopped, as their slow dance of mutual arousal came to a sudden stop. They locked up in a collar and elbow, each wanting to prove that they were superior. Their soft grunts…the sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin…the struggling would be a total turn on to anyone who had been in attendance.
The sweat bean to pour of the wrestlers as Steve began shoving Charlie back. Charlie then quickly drove a knee into Steve’s exposed side. “UHNNN” Steve exclaimed as he released the collar and elbow. Charlie shot a second knee in the same side. Steve doubled over clutching his side in obvious pain. His face grimaced. Charlie followed up his attack by dropping to one knee, grabbing Steve by the neck, and delivering a textbook snap mare. Steve’s body flipped and thudded onto the mattress as Charlie enjoyed the sight of Steve’s sweaty body being thrown around the mat. He positioned himself behind Steve now, planting a knee in the center of his back and grabbing him in a rear chinlock. Charlie pulled back and began taunting the champ.
“You like that? Feel good? That’s just a taste of what ‘m going to do to you baby…your ass is MINE!” “AAGGGHHHH” was the only response Steve could give. He struggled, waving his arms in pain. Then Steve began to fight back. He grabbed Charlie’s fingers, prying himself free. Rolling over, he got to his hands and knees. Charlie, however, wasn’t’ about to let the opportunity slip by. He dropped a perfectly placed chop to Steve’s neck, dropping the champ flat on his stomach. He stood back, placed his hands on his hips, and admired his work. Precum leaking from his dick as he watched Steve writhe on the mattress.
“THAT’S how it’s done, baby! WOOOOO” said Charlie, imitating Ric Flair’s signature howl, complete with sign language that said ”championship belt”. “YOU FUCKER!” seethed Steve. Slowly he got to his feet and began circling again. “Bring it on!”
Charlie noticed that Steve’s erection had not gone down during their initial skirmish. This pleased him. He began circling as well, showing Steve he was just as aroused. Steve signaled for a test of strength. “You got lucky…you are about to feel what it’s like to be overpowered by a MAN”… Charlie strutted over and put his hands up; wary for the same treatment he gave Steve earlier in the match. Instead, they locked fingers and began their struggle for dominance. This was Steve’s specialty; he was stronger than Charlie…he knew it. Slowly he began to show Charlie just how powerful he was…
Charlie’s face turned from smirking to strained with each passing second. Steve’s lips curled into a smile as he slowly drove Charlie to one knee, then to both knees on the mattress. He took a small step forward, making Charlie come face to face with Steve’s massive cock. “C’mon Charlie…taste it…see what a CHAMPION tastes like…” Steve taunted. “Suck me, bitch…” He bent Charlie’s wrists back to emphasize his dominance over him.
“AAAAARRRRGGGGHH…Fuck youuuuAAARRRGGHHH” was all Charlie could respond with. The pain was mounting as Steve poured it on. Charlie knew the only way out was to give in. His lips parted, and he reluctantly took Steve’s manhood into his mouth… The taste was musky. Charlie could tell this was a favorite way for Steve to enjoy the dominance he had over most of his opponents…them on their knees, his cock in their mouth. Steve’s closed his eyes, savoring the moment…
Charlie bobbed his head for what seemed like hours, servicing Steve’s dick. Steve let one hand go and grabbed a handful of Charlie’s hair…pulling it and his head close, making Charlie gag. He then grabbed the back of Charlie’s head, and that is when Charlie struck. He slammed a forearm up and between Steve’s legs, crushing his swollen testicles. Steve doubled over, howling in pain as Charlie scrambled away. Wiping his mouth he quickly devised another plan of attack. In a move reminiscent of Mr. Wrestling Number 2, he delivered a knee lift, snapping Steve’s head back, and sending him sprawling back to the mattress. Charlie waited until Steve got to his hands and knees before pouncing. It was time to finish him off in his favorite finisher…the dreaded COCK LOCK! Charlie reached between Steve’s legs and wrapped his hand around his thick tool. Then, bending it straight down, Charlie pushed Steve’s back, making the champ collapse to the mat. The pain was excruciating!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH” Steve howled in pain, his dick twisted to a painful angle…”Give it up…champ…” Charlie said, sarcastically. He had Steve right where he wanted him, but he wanted to hear Steve submit. “FUCK YOU!” was Steve’s reply. He worked hard to try and escape, rolling back and forth on the mat, hoping to escape the devastating hold.
Unfortunately for Charlie, their bodies were slick from the heat of the room and the heat from the match. His hand slipped from Steve’s cock and gave Steve the opening he was waiting for! He scrambled on top of Charlie before he could recover and trapped him in a schoolboy pin, his weight bearing down on Charlie’s chest. “Gotcha now, pussy…gonna make you my BITCH now!” Steve seethed. He reached back and grabbed Charlie tender nutsack, squeezing and kneading his balls mercilessly.
“NOOOOOOO” Charlie cried out. He began bucking wildly, but Steve was going nowhere. To compound the humiliation, he began slapping Charlie’s face with his cock, leaving strands of precum all over his face. Steve bounced up and down a couple of times, taking the breath out of his opponent before getting to his feet. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Charlie to his feet, then locked on a powerful bearhug! Their chests almost melded together they were locked so tight!
“UUUUUUUHHHHHNNNNN” was the only thing you could hear in the room. The look on Steve’s face showed he was not about to let Charlie have the upper hand any more in this championship bout. Using his muscular arms, he lifted Charlie to his tip toes while crushing the breath out of him. Charlie’s face was wracked with pain as he went limp in his tormentors grasp.
Steve let Charlie drop like a rag doll to the mattress. Charlie was gasping for air, trying to crawl away to safety, but his opponent wasn’t about to let him. He dropped his full weight on his back in a body splash, driving Charlie face first onto the mattress. Steve than snaked his arms around Charlie, trapping him in a Full Nelson. Charlie felt a searing pain with his neck being bent forward…and then felt Steve position his erection between his ass cheeks. Steve slowly began grinding, frotting to display his total dominance.
“MMMMMM…OH YEAH! Listen boy…I could frot this ass all day and splatter your back with my cum, but I’ve got other ideas on where to put my champions spunk!” Charlie could only muster a weak struggle against Steve’s onslaught. Charlie had been defeated now….and now it was time for Steve to enjoy the spoils of his victory.
The full nelson was released and Charlie slumped to the mattress. Steve stood over him, using his foot to turn Charlie over onto his back. Steve planted his foot oh Charlie’s heaving chest, his toe rubbing his nipple. Steve took a moment to strike a double bicep pose. He made sure Charlie could admire his muscle in his now submissive state. Steve then began to jack off over his defeated opponent. His swollen member may have been battered during the match, but it was performing just like the champ wanted it to now…he jerked it furiously, keeping eye contact with Charlie. “1…2…3!!!! …and STILL your Bearhugger Hotel Champion!!!” shouted Steve. With that, he came, roping streams of hot cum sprayed all over Charlie’s chest, completing his humiliation at the hands of the Bearhugger Hotel Champion Steve.