Do You Trust Dandy Dawson
“I’m banned,” Coach Stan said, as he stood under the hot shower. The now 54 year-old Trainer could still boast of 50” pecs and 20” biceps. He had a dusting of black hair on his pecs, a treasure trail down his abs. His pits sported trimmed black hair. His pubic area was neatly cropped as well, above his 8.5” cut cock.
“What did you say?” BlackAlpha said, from his adjacent shower stall.
The two men had just completed another training session in preparation for BA’s long-awaited title match against Phillip the Philistine, now scheduled for Friday night at the Queens Arena.
“I said I’m banned,” Stan nearly yelled, “Can’t be ringside for your title match. DeLovely told me this morning. She claimed it was on orders from the Blonde Alpha Sadist himself.”
“That’s crazy,” the Ebony Hero said, as he soaped up his sculpted caramel colored body. He ran his large right hand coated with shower gel through his ass crack and squeezed the soft shaft of his 9” cut cock. He had just turned 29. He stood 6’4” and weighed 245 pounds. BlackAlpha had 54” smooth pecs with large brown nipples. His biceps measured at 24”; his waist at 33”—the same as his quads.
“She told me something else, too,” the Coach said.
“And that would be?” BA asked.
“She said,” Stan explained, “the Champ had ordered her to face none other than Dandy Dawson in an undercard match. The winner to remain or return as TSWF promoter.”
“Wow,” BlackAlpha exclaimed, “That Bitch never would have agreed to that unless Phillip forced her to accept the match. Why would he do that? There’s more to this than meets the eye, Coach.”
“You don’t say,” Stan replied. “By the time you face the Champ, old Dandy Dawson may be our promoter once again. And he clearly favors you in the match. So things aren’t all bad, Ronnie.”
The Coach had referred to BA by his real name, Ronnie Jackson. The two went back several years to their time together at Greenhaven Correctional Facility in upstate New York. Coach Stan had trained Jackson to wrestle. He’d helped Ronnie to defeat the UltimateTop. More than that, he had become the Ebony Hero’s mentor. It was disappointing to Stan that now, on the verge of BlackAlpha’s successful comeback, he was being sidelined, without explanation.
BlackAlpha was lost in thought. His right hand had begun slowly stroking his manhood. His 9” cock hardened. He loved the feel of its thickness. His tool was not the biggest in the TSWF but it might be the heaviest. Pre-cum appeared at his slit and was quickly washed away.
Stan said, “I’ve thought of a back-up plan for your match, with me not being present.”
“Oh?” BlackAlpha said, awakened from his brief introspection.
“Yeah, Ronnie,” the Coach said, “I asked your hunk VinnyMuscleStallion to be your ringside protection. You and he have a history, but most of it’s good. Vinny agreed—with no conditions. He just wants to be sure you win and reclaim your title. He didn’t even ask to be let in on ‘stakes,’ but it would be a nice touch if you asked him to join you. I have this image of you and Vinny DP’ing Phillip after your victory that makes me cum at night.”
The image Coach had conjured up went right to BlackAlpha’s balls. They drew up and suddenly BA, shuddering, was shooting ropes of cum against the stall wall. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
The Coach smiled to himself as he listened to BA’s grunts. “Thought that would motivate you, boy,” Stan said from his shower stall.
As he came down from his release, the Ebony Hero said, “Can we trust Dandy? I mean he freed my cock from that cage, finally. He offered to help me win the title. But can we really trust him?”
“Not for a moment, son. Not for a fucking moment,” the Coach said.
(To be continued.)
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