This story in no way represents the real person Barry Windham and is entirely fictional.

Everyone in wrestling knows that Barry Windham is gay, it’s no big deal since a lot of the wrestlers are gay. Barrys’ father, Blackjack Mulligan, has been a friend of my fathers for many years. I have always called Barry my sixth big brother. I have managed my brothers for quite a while and really needed a break from them; my brothers are more than a little overprotective of me, when Barry came to my father with a proposition. Sting, on of wrestlings’ biggest stars, had asked him to come to WCW to help get Lex Lugar back on the straight and narrow. Barry helped Lex out when he first broke into wrestling in Florida and was his first tag team partner. He had been getting very full of himself and leaning far on the rulebreaking side of the sport. Barry agreed and signed a contract with WCW. He came to dad to see if I could go to WCW with him and be his manager. Dad and I both saw this as a good opportunity for me and my brothers to get a break from each other for a while, my brothers had been negotiating with WCW for a while but it would probably be another three or four months before anything was settled. Since dad, along with the rest of my family and I knew and trusted Barry it was agreed I would go to Atlanta and manage him. It was also agreed that I would live with him in his condo.

When all the contracts and such were signed, two weeks before he was to start wrestling Barry flew up to Denton. We packed up all my stuff and drove my car to Atlanta so we could get all set up before we had to start traveling.

We got to Atlanta and started settling into his condo. We got everything settled with WCW. His condo wasn’t furnished totally, the major appliances were there we also has a TV, my computer, one bed and a love seat. So one of the first things we had to do was go out and buy furnishings. It was going to take a couple days for the furniture to be delivered so until then I slept with Barry, which was no big deal. We also had to buy some clothes to meet wardrobe requirements for WCW. I also had to get my nails, hair, etc. done professionally. WCW wanted us to have and maintain a certain appearance in the ring.

The first couple of days in the condo were busy, trying to get organized. Sleeping with Barry the first few nights were uneventful, I often have had to share a bed with one of my brothers while on tour. I was one of the first people Barry told he was gay and it made no difference to me one way or another, he’s still a great guy and I consider him one of my best and closest friends.

Four days after arriving in Atlanta our furniture was delivered. The men who delivered it set everything up but after they left we wanted to re-arrange things a little bit. While we were working on that Barry asked, “Do you mind if I talk to you about something personal?”

I smiled, “Personal for who, you, or me?”

He laughed, “Me.”

“Go for it.”

“Well, you and everyone else know I’m gay but lately I’ve been wondering about that. I mean questioning whether or not I really am gay.”

I looked at him, “What makes you question it?”

He sighed, “Well, I have never been attracted to females, sexually. I used to date women but never had sex with them. I was always sexually attracted to men. Now that I’ve come out there is a woman I am attracted to both as a fried and sexually. I’m confused about it, I’ve never felt that way about a woman before.” He looked at me, “What do you think?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know what to tell you. Why don’t you ask her out and see if it’s something other than a fluke. Are your comfortable with being gay? I mean when you came out did that put you at ease and put and end to your internal struggle?”

He sat down and looked at me, “No, it didn’t. I’ve always felt something was missing or wrong. None of the relationships I’ve had have been satisfying for me even after I came out.”

I shrugged, “Maybe you aren’t gay, maybe you just haven’t decided what you want or just haven’t found the right person yet. Maybe when that person comes along you won’t be confused anymore and you’ll know it right away.”

“Hmm, that’s interesting. Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s just that I’ve gone out with the wrong women. Maybe I just haven’t figured out what I want yet.”

“Maybe. Maybe you’re bi-sexual.”

“Good point.” We then went back to getting things arranged the way we wanted them. It was suppertime by the time we finished. Neither of us felt like cooking so Barry suggested we go out to get something. We had a nice dinner talking and laughing the whole time. After dinner we headed home. We watched TV for a while then I got up and headed to my room. I was going to take a shower then head to bed. I was exhausted from the furniture moving and I had to get up in the morning and go have the final fittings for some of my outfits.

After I finished my shower, I dried my chair, changed into my nightshirt and crawled into bed. I flipped on the TV and stretched out, relaxing. Around 11:30 Barry poked his head in. “Everything alright?”

“Just fine.”

“You mind if I watch TV with your for a while?”

“Sure.” I said, patting the bed beside me.

He came in and flopped down beside me. He had also taken his shower and put on a pair of shorts. We lay together and watched TV for a while then I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up snuggled up against his chest with his arms wrapped around me. I smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest. I lay there for a long time, not bothering to wake him up, listening to his deep, regular breathing and feeling the heartbeat in his chest.

Finally, he started to stir and slowly wake up. I glanced down and noticed the tent in the blanket that his hard-on was making. His eyes finally opened and smiled at me, “Good morning.”


“I guess I fell asleep watching TV.”

“That’s alright.”

“I guess I have just gotten used to sleeping with you over the last few days.”

I smiled at him, “That’s all right, I trust you.”

We got up, ate breakfast then headed out. It took most of the morning for the final fittings on my ring attire. WCW wanted me to dress sexy but in more of a blue-collar way, you know cut out jeans, T-shirts, leather jackets, mini-skirts, nigh heels and the like. We then met Sting for lunch to go over what strategies they were going to use with Lugar. After lunch we headed to the hair salon. Barry needed to get his hair re-touched and I was getting mine cut and permed then acrylic nails put on and finally a make-over with someone who would show me how to do it all myself. W e left the salon with bags of stuff I needed in them then headed back down to pick up my outfits. The final stop of the day was at CNN Center where the main offices of WCW were located. We had to pick up the current schedules, TV tapings, live shows, and pay-per-view events along with the software for my computer and our codes. We also picked up the current and pending contracts. It was after 7 when we finally got home. While I was getting everything put away and the software loaded into my computer Barry was in the kitchen fixing us supper. While we were eating we went over the contracts. Barry signed the ones that needed his signature and we made the changes on the others. I did dishes after supper then went in and caught everything up on the computer and faxed the contracts back to the office.

It was almost 10:00 before I finished all the paperwork. Barry had been down in the basement working with his weights. I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when he came in from taking a shower. He plopped onto the sofa next to me, “Get all the paperwork done?”

“Of course.”

The next couple of days were very busy with preparation for getting ready to on the road. I spent most of the time booking hotels, flights, rental cars, etc. Barry spent most of the time view tapes of his opponents. The only odd thing was that e was still sleeping in my bed with me. I didn’t mind it was comfortable to sleep snuggled up in his arms. He didn’t try anything funny, he just wanted to sleep in bed with me. It somehow made me feel safe, well anyone would wrapped tightly in the arms of someone who is 6’10”, 275 lbs. and very muscular.

We had two days left before we had to start working. That night Barry had me get all dressed up and took me out to fancy restaurant for dinner. He had reserved a table in the VIP alcove way in the back. There were candles and flowers on the table; to me it looked more like a romantic dinner. After we were seated and ordered I looked at Barry and said, “Alright, what’s up? This looks more like a romantic dinner than anything else.”

Barry smiled, “You’re right. You remember what we talked about the day the furniture was delivered?”


He looked down at the table then back at me, “Now, let me get all the way through this before you say anything. The woman that I am so attracted to is you. I have never felt about anyone, male or female, the way I feel about you. I have never really looked twice at a woman let alone felt attracted to one. I have always considered you a good friend. The better I got to know you the more attracted I got to you. You’re smart, funny, sweet, kind and everything else I have always wanted in my life. You are my best friend. A lot of my so-called friends headed for the hells after I came out but not you. You shrugged and said so what and it made no difference in out relationship.” He reached across the table and took both my hands in his. “Mickey, I love sleeping with you at night, holding you tight to me, feeling your soft skin and hair touching me. I guess what I am saying is that I want to try to have a relationship with you if you are willing.”

I looked at him and smiled, “Barry, I trust you as much as I trust anyone. I say we give the relationship a shot.” Barry grinned from ear to ear. “This makes me very happy.” We spent the rest of the dinner talking. After dinner we went to one of the nightclubs the wrestlers frequent. A lot of them were there. Barry had his arm, protectively, around my shoulders all night. Almost all the wrestlers knew he was gay so we got a lot of strange looks.

We came home late and got ready for bed. By the time I got done in the bathroom Barry was already waiting for me in my bed. I crawled in bed beside him and snuggled up close to his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around me then kissed me. I want to make love to you so bad but I wouldn’t know where to start. I’m scared.”

I smiled at him, “So do what you usually do, if I don’t like it I’ll tell you.”

He rolled over on top of me, tenderly kissing me. He reached down and pulled my nightgown over my head. He started to tentatively touch and caress my breasts. After several minutes he bent down and started to lick, suck and tongue my breasts. I groaned and started to run my fingers through his long thick blonde hair.

After a long time he moved down, removing my panties and got between my legs. He ran his fingers up and down my pussy, then he gently spread my lips apart and started to fondle my again. After that he leaned down and started to run his tongue up and down my slit, exploring. Finally, his tongue touched my clit. I groaned, “Right there.” He started working his tongue on my clit, running his tongue around it in little circles and sucking on it. While he was sucking on it he started working one finger in and out of my pussy. He gradually added a second then a third. I finally came, hard. I arched my hips, pushing his face tighter up against my clit and grabbed his head tighter, groaning.

He pulled his mouth off after I finished, looked up at me, and smiled, “I take it that it was alright.”

I groaned softly, “It was better than alright, it was great.”

He got up onto his knees, propping my thighs on top of his. He then leaned over on top of me, resting on his forearms above my shoulders. He kissed me and started to push his big cock up into my waiting snatch. When his dick was all the way inside me he started to move it in and out. Not slow and easy like most of the men I have been with but hard and fast. I loved it. He nestled his head on my shoulder, starting to kiss and nuzzle my neck. I could hear his breath ragged in my ear. “Am I being too rough?”

“Oh God no! I love it!”

He continued to pound into me for a long time then stopped and looked down at me, “How about getting on all fours and letting me fuck you from behind.”

He got off of me and I got onto all fours. He got up on his knees then put the head of his cock at the entrance of my dripping pussy then shoved it all the way in. He then started to pound into me again. I reached down and started to rub my clit. He continued to fuck me for a long time, hammering in and out of me. He then wet his middle finger and started to run it around my asshole, then, when I didn’t object, he started to ease it into my ass. I groaned loudly as he started to move it in and out and wiggle it around. “You like that?”

“Oh God yes!”

“Mickey, let me fuck you in the ass.”

I looked back at him. His hair was soaking wet and hanging in strings about his face. He face, arms and chest was glistening with sweat. I looked him in the eyes, “Go for it.”

He pulled his cock out off me then brought it to my asshole and started to ease it into my asshole. He firmly pushed until every inch of it was buried deep in my bowels. He then started to fuck me hard. I grabbed one of his hands and brought it down to my clit and showed him how I liked to have it rubbed. It didn’t take long, between him working on my ass and clit, for me to cum again. Several minutes later Barry sat down on his heels taking me with him. I ended up sitting on his lap with his cock buried all the way up my ass. He moved it in and out slightly, reaching up to fondle my breasts. A few minutes later he groaned, arched up and I could feel him starting to shoot his load deep into my ass. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tight to him. He nuzzled his face into my hair and said, “That was the greatest, the best I’ve ever had. Was it good for you?”

I reached back and stroked the side of his face, “Hmm, it was marvelous.”

– The End –