WrestlerVic's blog

As I get older, I am far less interested in competitive matches. Oh, who am I kidding; I never cared for them in the first place. For some reason I never had the desire to "win" in wrestling.  Back and forth was good for a while, but what do I have to prove? Nothing. So, honestly, even though I am known for being very good at scissoring, I rather like the eroticism of it more when I am the jobber. Which is funny, because when I wrestled my brother as a kid I thought he was gross. He smelled of spit and sweat. Then, in my mid-20s (I was late to the game) my feelings changed. It may have been the guy with the thick legs and purple shorts exercising on the grass at the first apartment complex I lived in post college, or watching Kevin Von Erich scissoring guys on World Class Championship Wrestling. I'm pretty sure it was Kevin. Kevin made me gay.

Anyways, you get to the point where you don't want to injure yourself because hospital is expensive. So my goal is to find a sadistic heel that gets off on holding me tight, especially in bed, or watching movies on the couch. One who has big legs and arms and thinks not much more than getting them around me. As soon as that door closes from an outing, his arms are cinched tight around my neck and we are on the ground rolling in ecstasy. And he holds me at night like a body pillow. Legs around my waist and ankles pressed under my balls. His capture. That's what I want. Aggressive cuddling.