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Worldwide. 1980s. Part 5
As more and more people bought televisions in the 60s, the more opportunities they had to watch some pro wrestling action in the privacy of their own homes. Often married men, they'd do anything to get their wives out of the house for a few hours while the wrestling was on. Giving them money to go to the hairdressers etc. Neighbours who were friends would convince their wives to go to the mall together. "Take your time ladies, we're just gonna watch the game and have a few beers"
Neighbours, work colleagues, friends from church... These men, sometimes in groups, once the coast was clear, would put on the wrestling gear they'd bought from the local sports shops (usually singlets) or mail order from ads in the back of wrestling magazines, and watch some rasslin. They might sit together, beer in one hand, cock in the other, watching. Maybe suck each other off a bit. They would be so insanely horny from watching the wrestling on tv that they would then wrestle each other, copying the moves they'd just watched. Basements and living rooms all around the world, when wrestling was broadcast, would have grown men wrestling each other. And often fucking each other too. They would have to hide all the cuts and bruises from their wives.
All week these men would obsess over the next time they could do it all again.
*The concept for these images was originated by https://www.tumblr.com/wrestlingarsenal
Go check out his blog, if you haven't already. It really is great
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When wrestlers were real men.
When wrestlers were real men.
When wrestlers were real men.