Dandy Dawson in Limbo (2)
Chapter Two: Dandy’s Second Thoughts
Dandy Dawson rang the buzzer to Earl Gleason’s unit. Under his street clothes, the silver-haired, former promoter had geared up as Gleason had requested. He had squeezed his 7.5” cut cock and smooth balls into the pouch of the silver-sequined jock strap he had been forced to wear by Delilah DeLovely. It read “DD’s Bitch” on the pouch.
Dawson sighed, thinking back to when the then-newly crowned Champ Tino Gavras had worn the same jock—when “DD” stood for Dandy Dawson, not Delilah DeLovely. But he was prepared to do almost anything to get Earl on his side, displace the Fabulous Vixen, and regain his rightful position as the manipulative TSWF promoter.
The door to the condo swung open and Dandy found himself face to face with a smiling Earl “The Freak” Gleason, dressed only in tight white briefs. His bulge was massive. His smooth muscled caramel-colored body was massive and cut. Earl snorted as he raised his 22” right bicep and squeezed, making sure Dandy saw his hairless armpit.
“Like what you see Daddy?” Gleason winked and ushered the former promoter inside.
“You still got it, Earl, that’s for sure,” Dawson said with genuine admiration.
“Well, I’d offer you a drink, but I thought we’d wrestle a bit first. Work up a thirst so to speak,” Gleason said, a bit devilishly.
Dawson arched one eyebrow, “Uh, I…I didn’t expect that.”
“It’s all cool, Dandy,” The Freak replied, “I’m ready to let bygones by bygones. But I want to impress you with a few of my…new moves.”
Dandy padded after Gleason down a corridor. He watched The Freak’s ass cheeks jiggle inside his tight white briefs. It was more than just Earl’s globes; his muscular hamstrings were cut as well. Dawson’s 7.5” cock twitched at the sight. He had never fucked Earl. Instead, he had pounded Gary Bennett’s hole—depriving The Dumb Blonde Bitch of the retribution Gary had sought for having been double-crossed by Dawson more than ten years ago. Read about the double-cross and Bennett’s failed revenge plan here:
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And during ‘stakes’ following Luis Cortez’s defeat of Earl Gleason, Dawson had dragged Gary Bennett to a backstage closet, interrupting the fucking of his own partner and then pounding The Tank’s hole yet again.
Earl opened the door to his bedroom. It was spacious with a king size bed centered on the far wall. Gleason pointed to the ensuite bathroom, “You can change in there. You brought the gear I requested.”
“Yes,” Dandy said somewhat hesitantly, “I wasn’t sure why but I guess you want to wrestle? Is that it?”
Patting his bulge, Gleason smirked, “Oh, you’ll get it alright.”
The former promoter winced, beginning to question why he had thought coming here was a good idea. He went into the bathroom and stripped out of his clothes, save for his silver-sequined jock.
Despite the “DD’s Bitch” on his pouch, Dawson grinned at himself in the mirror above the vanity. His 46” pecs were smooth with hard nips. His abs were cut for a 56-year old Daddy. And his handsome face with blue eyes and a silver goatee was timeless. He’d wrestle Earl Gleason, alright, and then persuade The Freak to join his quest.
(To be continued.)
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