This is a fictional tale about a hot daddy type wrestler from the 80s Arn Anderson was the epitome of a daddy type. Big beefy, bearded and hairy.
He is just one of those men that just gets a young gay boys loins boiling over.
This story doesn't make the assumptions that he would partake of A gay experience. But one could only hope..
Enjoy.......
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..... It had been some months since the arena and big daddy Arn. He ad taken me several times there in the floor. Many hours later we had left and parted ways. The hunk of man bear had taken my info and phone number down. He wanted to call me again when he was in town.
"Wanna hook up with that sweet hole again" he said
Then the handsome man kissed me and smacked my butt before we left the place. I had watched him stuff his awesome body back into his clothes just moments before. He surely was the daddy of wrestling for sure.
"Bye sexy boy" he said to me
"Bye daddy Arn" I answered back
Like I said, it had been months since that wonderful night. And I for one never really expected to hear from the hot daddy wrestler again. I figured the hunk got what he wanted. A nice young ass to fuck.
And I was good with that. I had gotten what I wanted too. The hottest and daddiest man in wrestling.
So when I was at work one day and received a call on my cell from an unknown number. At first Iddidn't want to pick up the line. I figured it was some telephone marketing BS. So I let the voice mail pick it up
"Fucking market assholes" I said to the phone as it finally solved
Then I saw a voice mail message tympony on. I looked at it oddly, as they never left messages. So now I was curious. So I turned on the voicemail line and listened to it.
"Hey boy" came the sexy male voice in the line
"It's yer daddy Arn"
"Gonna be near you this week"
"Wanna come over to your place on Saturday night"
"And get my nice warm boy hole again"
My eyes shot open in the shock of the message. It was him, Arn. The man I figured I would never hear from again. And he was calling me up for a booty call. I pondered whether Ishould be upset at this. But then I pictured his big beefy nakedness. That awesome face and chest.
I decided to dial him back. It took a few rings, but he answered. The big hunk of wrestler bear answer the phone. His manky voice echoed in my ear. Driving my loins into a lust filled frenzy. I felt my cock harden as he spoke
"Hey boy" he said
"Was hoping you would answer"
"Daddy Arn is gonna be near you on Saturday"
"Needing that sweet boy pussy for a fuck"
"Ya up for it?"
It took me but a moment to ponder having sex with this stud again. I wanted it more than life's breath. To feel his hot sweating chest on me. And to have that sturdy dick slamming my guts again.
"Yess" I almost yelled out
"Good" he came back
"Give me yer address and I will be there at 9."
So I did. I gave Arn my address so he could find me. I wanted him so badly as I sat there at work with a raging boner. I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off. So I did. I closed the door to the stall and imagined the hot daddy stud. His body, face, cock. Then him fucking me as he had done that day at the arena. The memory of his chest on me. Me kissing it, me touching the got furriness. It didn't take too long to cum.
"Ughhn. Fuckk" I sighed quietly in the stall
"Daddy Arn"
I then almost chirped as I came into the bowl. I sighed as I leaned over to the wall to steady myself.
"Fuck me daddy Arn" I huffed softly.
Then I lay there against the wall as I slowly breathed after the cum blast. I looked down at the bowl and the creamy shots I had left there. Bow I wanted daddy Arns cream right now.
I went back to my desk and finished off my day. Saturday could not get here soon enough for me..........
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