Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2018 02:22:11 +0000 (UTC) From: ozorli65@aol.com Subject: He Hennig Heir (3) These are fictional stories about some of the hot hunks of wrestling. This stories do not by any means reflect the sexual preference of the guy or guys in the wrestling business. but seriously... bunch of hot guys goin round' in tights grabbin each other....... YeHaaa!! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Hennig Heir Part (3) ... Hennig's invitation... ...... I could not believe it. I had just had my poster signed at an event by Curtis Hennig. The hunk of wrestling. He had apparently realised from signs in the poster that I was not a normal fan. The dried cum and the lio marks on his crotch on the image. The man caught it and was apparently interested I. Seeing what I could do for him. His message to meet him back here after 3:30 was for all intent and purpose an invitation for sex. Or he planned on beating the crap out if a faggot. "He did wink at me" I said as I contemplated both "And he looked soo damned good" He was even hotter in person. The sexy bearded face was dripping with manly aura. His scent that had floated over to me, alluring and sensual. I needed to find out if he was gonna give me what I wanted it not. A good ass crushing. And with the big bulging cock he had. I surmised there would be pain. Pain glorious pain. So I licked at my lips and hung around the mall for a while. Then as the time neared 3:30 I was on my way to the south side entrance. I passed people mulling through it. I passed the area that the signings had been going on. The space was clearing out. The stars were gone and there was mall employees moving chairs and tables around. "South side. South side" I kept saying to myself. "This way. I think it's this way " "Fuck" I was having some difficulty figuring which way was South. As the mall sat in a weird position and had flanking arms that went in different directions I had a bit of trouble figuring which way was South to where I had been. I had it look at the mall map several times to gauge if I was indeed going in the right direction. Then I found the right path as I saw I was going in the right direction after all. "There he is" I sighed as I turned the corner. "But he is with some kids" "Go the fuck away" I was in my mind's eye shouting at them to leave. Curtis looked up and he saw me. Then he smirked as he was sighing something for a kid. Then he nicely shooed them away. "Hey man" he called to me by my name "There you are" "Thought you weren't gonna show" He was so freaking hot up close. And much bigger in person. He almost towered over me. He wore what appeared to be leather like pants that were showing off a very impressive bulge as he stood there in all his yummy deliciousness. The shirt he had on was short sleeved and showed off his meaty arms and it clung to his big chest. The top buttons were opened to show of his flesh underneath. "So you like my picture" he said "You area great wrestler" I tried to say "Seems you like a certain part more than others" The his hand went down to his crotch and he blatantly groped himself. I was sure anyone watching us would see it. I swallowed a hard gob of saliva as he did this. Then he looked around and removed his hand from his crotch "Come with me" he then said I followed the gorgeous man back into the mall. We turned towards one of the bathroom hallways. Then he pulled me into a door that was not a bathroom. His strength easily yanked me into the small room. It was a supplies closet for the bathrooms. The stud then took my hand and pulled it to his big crotch. My eyes widened and my head and heart started to pound. I couldn't even breath as my head felt it would instantly pop. "Ohh my God" it screamed at me "Feel it you idiot. Feel that big dick" I thought I would literally have a heart attack at that very moment. I could feel his very big dick through those pants. It was indeed a sizeable thing in my hand. The stud then squeezed my hand over his dick now. Then Curtis leaned in and spoke into my ear. His hot breath pushed at my neck. Making the hairs back there pull up and I quvered from it. "Why don't you come to my hotel later" he whispered "So I can fuck your gay brains out" I swear I nearly came right there. Then he licked at my ear. Again I nfelt the heatof this studs breath. I swallowed a hard gulp of saliva that had collected in my mouth. "Give me your phone " he commended me I reached into my pocket and handed him the phone. Then he typed something into my notes area.then he placed it back in my pocket.mthen the atud grabbed my ass once. Squeezing my butt "Hmm. Gonna be such a nice ass to fuck" he then said at me Then Curtis pulled away from me. Stepping back and letting me get a look at him again. His big full crotch looked like it had gotten bigger. Then he opened the door and left me there in that room. "Ohhh God!" I let out in a heavy sigh "What the fuck just happened" "Did that just happen?" I looked at my phone and there it was. The address to his hotel. And a time to come up. It was real. It did just happen. I had just been in some broom closet as close to Curtis Hennig as a human could get that wasn't wrestling him. Then I looked at my hand. My hand that had touched his crotch. I swear it was tingling from touching him. Either that or I was about to have a heart attack. Which was also a possibility. I mean my heart was pounding madly in my chest and I was literally panting. And then I caught the scent of him. His cologne and breath and all that was this hot man's smell. "He wants to fuck me!" I then blurted out "Curtis Hennig wants to fuck me!" I almost fell over at the thought. And my dick was about to pop through my pants at my utter lust consuming me. And as I held myself to the wall to steady myself, i was able to calm down a bit. Then when I collected myself, I opened the door and left the closet I was in. I headed back out if the mall and went home. My thoughts only on Mr Hennig's invitation for sex.......... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum