This is the background story of Glaswegian, Rory McGregor, better known as The Scots Reaper. How he became a well known wrestler and how he acquired his insatiable lust for women.
Although filled with erotic sex, his story is also one of love. This chapter begins with his early days and the loss of his virginity.
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This story is purely a work of sexual fantasy and is complete fiction. The names of my characters are all fictitious and do not represent anyone living or deceased.
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Rory McGregor lived alone with his mother in a small terraced house in Glasgow. They had first moved in when Rory was only seven, at that time a complete and happy family. His father worked at the shipbuilders on the Clyde and always tried to provide well for his family.
Sadly, no siblings for Rory, which he would have loved dearly. But he was always compensated by the love and attention given to him by his parents. Particularly from his father who idolised him.
And it was his father who first aroused his interest in wrestling. Every Saturday they would watch the crazy wrestlers on tv together. It was 'their' time. His mother always busying herself rather than watching 'that shite on the telly' as she called it!
But as time moved on, Rory's father became very ill with cancer. Traumatic for a young Rory to witness, and sadly his beloved dad passed away when Rory was only ten.
He loved his mother dearly but no-one could replace his father as far as he was concerned. Yet when he joined a local comprehensive he made a new friend, Jim. They shared a commonality in that both were single parent kids. Though in Jim's case, his father had left his mother with some 'tart' from Edinburgh.
They immediately struck up a close relationship. Jim became the absent sibling Rory never had, along with his younger sister, Myra. He would spend every Saturday at Jim's house. Together they watched the wrestling, playing mock fights on the living room floor! Myra stayed well out of the way. Their games were far too rough for her; a petite little thing who was nearly four years younger.
One day Rory announced "I'm going to join the local wrestling club. D'ya wanna come too?" He asked Jim.
"Will it cost much?" Said Jim.
"Och I hope not. Ma can't afford it. I think it's free."
"Aye, well if it is, I'll be up for it." Jim told him.
That was just the beginning.
***
By sixteen years old, Rory's huge talent was obvious to everyone. Jim was a competent wrestler, but Rory was exceptional. He was fast becoming a man now. The tallest in his class at school, and now very toned and muscular. The other lads knew not to mess with him. He was a tough guy. And now, even the girls began to notice him too.
Yet, he was far too busy for such things. His spare time was spent working in a local cafe to earn money to pay for his coaching, and when he wasn't there, he was studying. He was determined to leave school with some sort of qualification even if his career lay in professional wrestling. If his father had still been alive, he would have wanted him to be proud of him.
In his penultimate year at school, a new girl joined his class. Bonnie had recently moved from Edinburgh. She was a gorgeous looking red head, and she knew it. She was a naturally popular girl with all the other girls, and with her voluptuous figure she soon caught the attention of the boys too.
Rory couldn't be doing with all that, preferring to spend his time with Jim and other friends at his club. He earned himself a reputation as being aloof, but no-one dare bother him.
It was now the final summer holiday before his last year of school. He filled it with work and wrestling as usual. He had been scouted during amateur matches. A particular agent now had his eyes on him.
"There's a party at Rob's house next week. His 18th. Are you gonna come?" Asked Jim.
Rory wasn't interested in parties. He'd done nothing to celebrate his own 18th. It was a load of hyped up rubbish as far as he was concerned!
"Och I don't know. You know I'm busy getting ready for the match in Manchester." He told him.
"Ya need some fun too Rory. Ya won't be busy Sat night will you?"
"Hmmm. I guess one night won't do any harm." He said.
***
Rory didn't normally attend parties. He'd bought a pack of lager to take with him and now looked at what he should wear. He settled on a black t shirt and jeans. Though he should probably buy some new clothes, he thought. All his clothes were a couple of years old or more, and probably too small for him now. The t shirt he wore stretched tightly across his toned muscular chest, and exposed the large muscular biceps of his arms. The jeans were tight too, especially around his crotch!
His hair needed cutting. He decided to tie it up. He hadn't had time to shave and now he sported a dark shadow around his chin and temples.
He simply had no appreciation of just how naturally hot he looked.
The two guys sauntered in together. Jim soon becoming aware of the girls staring at Rory.
"Shit, look at Rory McGregor. He's really hot!" They commented. "Is that really him?"
Bonnie had already clocked him. Fuuck! What a difference to the dour lanky school boy she saw every day and who she hardly gave the time of day! He was unbelievably hot and now she wanted to get with him! She watched as a number of girls were already chatting to him. Flirting. He looked bored.
She strutted over and edged her way in. She noticed him looking at her. She needed to say something.
"Er hi Rory. How's things?"
"Yeah great." He said.
What should she talk about? Wrestling! She'd heard he was into wrestling.
"How's the wrestling going?" She asked.
"Yeah great. I've got an upcoming match in Manchester in a couple of weeks, so I'm training hard at the moment."
The other girls soon latched on to the conversation. Feigning their interest in the sport. She couldn't get a word in edgeways now! But suddenly he smiled at her.
"Do you like wrestling Bonnie?"
"Er, well actually I haven't ever watched it. But it sounds great fun. I'd like to see a match though. Perhaps watch you wrestling?" She asked.
"Well maybe you could come and see me in Manchester." He said.
"I'd love to see you too." Ailsa piped up.
"Well I'll try and get some tickets." He said, before heading to the drinks table.
He grabbed a bottle of beer and stood swigging it when Jim appeared.
"You've cracked it." He told him.
"What d'ya mean?"
"The girls fancy you, but Bonnie in particular. She's fucking hot!"
Rory knew nothing of girls at all. But he had to admit Bonnie was pretty gorgeous. He had often seen her at school but never considered she'd be interested in him. Tonight she had seemed different. She'd wanted to talk to him.
"What shall I do?"
"Go over to her. Chat, dance. Slip your arm around her. Kiss her." He told him.
Shit this was scary. He was far more confident in the ring. He hoped she wouldn't turn him down if he asked her to dance!
***
"Hi again." Rory said.
Bonnie turned around, beaming at him. "Hi Rory."
Her friends had clearly been right. They said he was interested in her!
"Er, do you know Rob well?" He asked. God he didn't know what to say to her.
"Quite well. He's dating one of my friends."
"Oh right. And you? Are you seeing anyone?"
"No. Not at the moment. I'm available!" She said pointedly, giggling.
"Oh right." Fuck, what should he say next. "Were you serious about seeing me wrestle?"
"Aye, definitely. I bet you're good. Do you win very often?"
"Aye, mostly. No-one at the club can beat me now!"
"Wow!
Oh I love this music. Do you fancy dancing?" She asked.
"Sure. But I warn you, I'm not a great dancer."
"I'm sure you'll be fine." She told him.
He shuffled about. He wasn't joking about his dancing. But Bonnie took hold of him, making him look more competent.
They talked and laughed as they danced. Rory feeling more relaxed now. But the tempo of the songs now slowed. He saw the other guys move close to their girls, embracing them and kissing them. He decided to the same.
It was as if Bonnie melted into his arms and now she was looking at him, waiting for him to kiss her. He had never kissed a girl 'properly' before, but he knew about french kissing. She put her lips to his. They felt so soft and delicious as he pecked at them. But now he felt her tongue against him. He opened his mouth to let her enter. It felt exquisite! Her soft tongue brushing his.
And now they were in a tight clinch. He felt her gorgeous breasts rubbing against his chest. And she could feel his hard cock pressing into her. God this was delicious. He had never experienced anything like this before. They continued to dance and kiss. He was really enjoying his first experience of a female.
Wow, a great kisser thought Bonnie. She was older than most in her year as she had been kept down a year when she joined the school. And at nearly nineteen, she'd had quite a bit of experience with boys. She'd already slept with a few.
Rory was gorgeous. She bet he'd be good in bed. Perhaps she'd have sex with him tonight if he wanted?
"Shall we leave the party? I could come back to yours for the evening if you want?" She asked.
"Er, yeah. Sure." He told her.
He knew his mum would be in bed by the time he got home. They could go to his bedroom for privacy. He hadn't yet slept with a girl, but didn't see that as being a problem. He didn't imagine she would want to go that far with him tonight.
***
They had walked the lamplit streets, hand in hand, occasionally pausing to kiss, until finally they reached his tiny terraced house.
"We'll need to be quiet as mum is probably in bed." He told her.
They climbed the stairs and opened the door to his very small bedroom. Just a single bed, a table and lamp by the side and a cupboard for his clothes. He put on the dim lamp while Bonnie removed her shoes and climbed on to his bed.
"You know I really fancy you Rory. You look so hot tonight. What do you think of me?" She asked him.
"You're beautiful."
She giggled. "Wow no-one's ever said that before." She said.
He lay down beside her and kissed her. Her breasts lolloped towards him. He really wanted to touch them. Did he dare? He gently began to caress them through her top, but suddenly she sat up and pulled her top off over her head.
"Unfasten my bra Rory." She instructed.
Oh my God, he thought. She turned her back to him as he deftly unfastened the little hooks. Her gorgeous soft melons dropping out as she removed it. She lay down on her back, her creamy flesh lolloping to her sides as she lay back.
