After my dad and I had met and wrestled those first 2 times, it was probably a good couple of months until it happened again. We had exchanged a couple of phone calls and emails in that time, but our wresting bouts were never mentioned. Those two times were very sensual and I suppose taboo. I mean, you're not supposed to wrestle with your father naked with erect cocks that spill out jizz on each other. But, the testosterone was pumping hard between us and nature had just taken it's course during those 2 matches.
I was beginning to think it would never occur again, as our communication became somewhat distant and rare. I had longed for it again, but I was afraid to bring it up to him. I fantasized and thought about those 2 previous bouts often in those months that passed. In the few conversations we had shared, I had invited him over to visit a couple of different times, but he always seemed to have an excuse for not being able to. I assumed he was embarrassed and preferred not to have it happen again, even though I never mentioned wrestling in my invitations to him.
But, I learned to never say never. As I had stated, a good two months or more had passed, and I was outside my home working in my yard when I saw my dad's car pull up and park at the top of my driveway. I was shocked because he had just showed up unannounced. He got out of his car wearing a pair of jeans and a white wife beater that he had cut halfway down in the center of the neckline exposing the cut in his chest and allowed his succulent nipples exposure. I could tell by his posture he wanted to fight. He approached quickly, but with a cocky stride and his fists balled up at his side. I had been wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top with thin straps that hung low and allowed partial exposure of my chest as I had been working.
I was in shock, but the sight of this man completely changed my demeanor. My disposition suddenly changed over into a primal mode as I heard his heavy breaths as he approached. "What the FUCK is this?" I heard myself say as I stood tall, thrusting my chest forward and clenching my fists.
"I want to kick your fucking ass," he said.
My nostrils flared as I felt my chest begin to heave and my dick stirred in my jeans. "If you think you're man enough to do it, then step up to the plate, you fucking pussy."
By this time, he had reached where I stood and grabbed the straps of my tank top with both hands and pulling my face into his. At first, he didn't say anything, his face expressing rage and a few low growls emitted from him as I felt his breath on my face. "You need to learn a little respect boy!"
I felt my body begin to shake with anticipation and excitement because I had been wanting this again for so long, and now, here it was again right in front of me and unexpectedly. "And I suppose you feel you're just the man to teach me?" I gave him a half smile.
He released his right hand from my tank and bitch slapped me hard across my left cheek and then punched his hard fist into my gut. As I began to topple backward away from him, he didn't lose grip of my shirt, and the strap ripped, freeing my right nipple. He then pushed me back onto the hood of my car, grabbing my wrists and throwing them over my head in a strong hold as he then placed his mouth on my exposed nipple and began chewing and sucking on it. I struggled against him, trying to free myself from his grip, but he was too strong. As he ate my nipple, he released one of my arms and reached down to rip my shirt across my chest so it was shredded. I was finally able to push him off of me, and he stood back, opening his legs wide and fists up by his face. I could see his hard dick outlined in his jeans as he stood before me flexing his huge arms. The biceps popped up and rounded out nicely, and my cock pressed tightly into my jeans, begging for release.
"Come on BOY!" He shouted. "I want to see what you're really made of!"
I tossed off what was left of my ripped shirt and placed my fists up, ready to strike. We both swung 3 or 4 times at each other, missing the connection as we danced away from the strike. Somehow, I was able to grab his wrists and throw his arms at his side's long enough for me to grab his beater and rip it right down the middle so it just hung on him. The sight of his pecs and nipples really got me going, so I stepped back away from him, unzipped my jeans and pulled my stiff dick out. As I did this, he also stepped back away from me, ripping the rest of his tank from his torso and followed my actions by unzipping his pants and letting his big hard dick loose. So there we were, 2 shirtless men with hard cocks protruding from our jeans, swinging wildly at each other.
My dad made the first connection after that, slamming his fist in the middle of my chest and then toppling me to the ground. He maneuvered himself to trap me into a school boy pin with me licking my lips as I watched his dick throb and dance in front of my face as he once again raised his arms and flexed his biceps. "You want this dick faggot? " He screamed at me. "Keep dreamin'."
"Fuck!" I cried out, and pushed him off of me. We rolled around on top of each other for what seemed an eternity, punching each other, until I was able to get him on his stomach and climb on his back, sliding my arms under his with my hands grabbing his neck. I pulled him back with all my might, forcing his back to arch beyond its limits until he begged me to stop. I released him and stood over him as he rolled onto his back, staring up at me as I straddled his body. I then raised my arms and popped my biceps and said, "Let's finish this inside." With that, I reached for his hand and helped him to stand. As we walked into the house, chests heaving and dicks still hard and throbbing, we muttered obscenities to each other and continued to head toward my bedroom.
Once inside, I rounded the bed to stand on the other side of it, and slowly, erotically undid the button of my jeans and slid them off. I climbed onto the bed as my father stood there watching me crawl across to him on all fours, growling and drooling at the sight of his wet and leaking ever growing cock. Within seconds, I found my face directly in front of his dick as he stood there, our eyes meeting, and both of us growling like animals. He spread his legs wider and I plunged my face into his dick, sniffing it, engaging myself into the scent of his manhood and shaking my face all over it. I continued smelling his dick for several minutes as he threw his head back with a groan. I then found my tongue licking the shaft which startled him, and he reached for me, grabbing me under my chin and shouted, "No!" And then bitch slapped me across the face. I retreated a few inches back from him, remaining on all fours as I watched him remove his jeans and then climb his hot naked body onto my bed, also on all fours. We circled each other on the bed on all fours like animals, sniffing at each other until we faced each other and both of us stood on our knees. It felt so good having our hard dicks touching each other, pressing into each other preparing for a cock fight. I grabbed my hands behind my back as my dad placed his hands on top of his head, once again flexing those biceps. We moaned with pleasure as our dicks were grinding into each other. I wanted so bad to throw him down and suck on his perfectly thick cock, but knew that wasn't something he would allow. But the sight of his muscular body and his scent had me wildly begin bouncing my body up and down on his, the friction causing me to eventually shoot all across his cock and stomach and clear up to his chest. He then pushed me back onto the bed and said "I win." He then positioned himself to sit on me so the crack of his ass was seated on my somewhat limp cock, and he began to vigorously stroke himself. Shortly after, I felt his hot cum warm my chest and neck as he shot a huge load across me. He then lie beside me and apologized. I asked him what for? He stated we shouldn't be doing this, but that he (just like myself) had consistently thought about our previous matches and felt guilty. He told me he had decided to take a chance to come over today because he couldn't take it anymore and wanted this fight. We lie there in bed together for about an hour, being as honest as we ever had been with each other and I listened as he set the boundaries of our limitations on what he would allow in order for him to accept the guilt he carried. This was something we both wanted to continue, but I had to agree to not overstep the line and respect his wishes. I told him he shouldn't feel guilty, as it was a natural man to man experience, but I think he finally accepted it because we agreed to meet up as often as we could for future matches. And this time was different. In the previous bouts we had shared, we had immediately dressed and he left without much more communication. Now, we had been lying in bed naked next to each other, talking openly and once we got up and dressed (I had to loan him a shirt), he took me out to eat. I knew it was going to be okay from this point on.
austrianguy (4 )
2018-04-19 17:34wow, mate. so, this is really to fucking hot to be true then.
so, where is my muscled dad with hot, big balls then?
^^ ;-))))
WildcatLes (29)
2018-04-19 16:26Great story. You look like a man that I could enjoy wrestling. Wrestling naked like the Greeks and enjoying another man.
riverrat (4)
2018-04-11 16:29After my dad and I had met and wrestled those first 2 times, it was probably a good couple of months until it happened again. We had exchanged a couple of phone calls and emails in that time, but our wresting bouts were never mentioned. Those two times were very sensual and I suppose taboo. I mean, you're not supposed to wrestle with your father naked with erect cocks that spill out jizz on each other. But, the testosterone was pumping hard between us and nature had just taken it's course during those 2 matches.
I was beginning to think it would never occur again, as our communication became somewhat distant and rare. I had longed for it again, but I was afraid to bring it up to him. I fantasized and thought about those 2 previous bouts often in those months that passed. In the few conversations we had shared, I had invited him over to visit a couple of different times, but he always seemed to have an excuse for not being able to. I assumed he was embarrassed and preferred not to have it happen again, even though I never mentioned wrestling in my invitations to him.
But, I learned to never say never. As I had stated, a good two months or more had passed, and I was outside my home working in my yard when I saw my dad's car pull up and park at the top of my driveway. I was shocked because he had just showed up unannounced. He got out of his car wearing a pair of jeans and a white wife beater that he had cut halfway down in the center of the neckline exposing the cut in his chest and allowed his succulent nipples exposure. I could tell by his posture he wanted to fight. He approached quickly, but with a cocky stride and his fists balled up at his side. I had been wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top with thin straps that hung low and allowed partial exposure of my chest as I had been working.
I was in shock, but the sight of this man completely changed my demeanor. My disposition suddenly changed over into a primal mode as I heard his heavy breaths as he approached. "What the FUCK is this?" I heard myself say as I stood tall, thrusting my chest forward and clenching my fists.
"I want to kick your fucking ass," he said.
My nostrils flared as I felt my chest begin to heave and my dick stirred in my jeans. "If you think you're man enough to do it, then step up to the plate, you fucking pussy."
By this time, he had reached where I stood and grabbed the straps of my tank top with both hands and pulling my face into his. At first, he didn't say anything, his face expressing rage and a few low growls emitted from him as I felt his breath on my face. "You need to learn a little respect boy!"
I felt my body begin to shake with anticipation and excitement because I had been wanting this again for so long, and now, here it was again right in front of me and unexpectedly. "And I suppose you feel you're just the man to teach me?" I gave him a half smile.
He released his right hand from my tank and bitch slapped me hard across my left cheek and then punched his hard fist into my gut. As I began to topple backward away from him, he didn't lose grip of my shirt, and the strap ripped, freeing my right nipple. He then pushed me back onto the hood of my car, grabbing my wrists and throwing them over my head in a strong hold as he then placed his mouth on my exposed nipple and began chewing and sucking on it. I struggled against him, trying to free myself from his grip, but he was too strong. As he ate my nipple, he released one of my arms and reached down to rip my shirt across my chest so it was shredded. I was finally able to push him off of me, and he stood back, opening his legs wide and fists up by his face. I could see his hard dick outlined in his jeans as he stood before me flexing his huge arms. The biceps popped up and rounded out nicely, and my cock pressed tightly into my jeans, begging for release.
"Come on BOY!" He shouted. "I want to see what you're really made of!"
I tossed off what was left of my ripped shirt and placed my fists up, ready to strike. We both swung 3 or 4 times at each other, missing the connection as we danced away from the strike. Somehow, I was able to grab his wrists and throw his arms at his side's long enough for me to grab his beater and rip it right down the middle so it just hung on him. The sight of his pecs and nipples really got me going, so I stepped back away from him, unzipped my jeans and pulled my stiff dick out. As I did this, he also stepped back away from me, ripping the rest of his tank from his torso and followed my actions by unzipping his pants and letting his big hard dick loose. So there we were, 2 shirtless men with hard cocks protruding from our jeans, swinging wildly at each other.
My dad made the first connection after that, slamming his fist in the middle of my chest and then toppling me to the ground. He maneuvered himself to trap me into a school boy pin with me licking my lips as I watched his dick throb and dance in front of my face as he once again raised his arms and flexed his biceps. "You want this dick faggot? " He screamed at me. "Keep dreamin'."
"Fuck!" I cried out, and pushed him off of me. We rolled around on top of each other for what seemed an eternity, punching each other, until I was able to get him on his stomach and climb on his back, sliding my arms under his with my hands grabbing his neck. I pulled him back with all my might, forcing his back to arch beyond its limits until he begged me to stop. I released him and stood over him as he rolled onto his back, staring up at me as I straddled his body. I then raised my arms and popped my biceps and said, "Let's finish this inside." With that, I reached for his hand and helped him to stand. As we walked into the house, chests heaving and dicks still hard and throbbing, we muttered obscenities to each other and continued to head toward my bedroom.
Once inside, I rounded the bed to stand on the other side of it, and slowly, erotically undid the button of my jeans and slid them off. I climbed onto the bed as my father stood there watching me crawl across to him on all fours, growling and drooling at the sight of his wet and leaking ever growing cock. Within seconds, I found my face directly in front of his dick as he stood there, our eyes meeting, and both of us growling like animals. He spread his legs wider and I plunged my face into his dick, sniffing it, engaging myself into the scent of his manhood and shaking my face all over it. I continued smelling his dick for several minutes as he threw his head back with a groan. I then found my tongue licking the shaft which startled him, and he reached for me, grabbing me under my chin and shouted, "No!" And then bitch slapped me across the face. I retreated a few inches back from him, remaining on all fours as I watched him remove his jeans and then climb his hot naked body onto my bed, also on all fours. We circled each other on the bed on all fours like animals, sniffing at each other until we faced each other and both of us stood on our knees. It felt so good having our hard dicks touching each other, pressing into each other preparing for a cock fight. I grabbed my hands behind my back as my dad placed his hands on top of his head, once again flexing those biceps. We moaned with pleasure as our dicks were grinding into each other. I wanted so bad to throw him down and suck on his perfectly thick cock, but knew that wasn't something he would allow. But the sight of his muscular body and his scent had me wildly begin bouncing my body up and down on his, the friction causing me to eventually shoot all across his cock and stomach and clear up to his chest. He then pushed me back onto the bed and said "I win." He then positioned himself to sit on me so the crack of his ass was seated on my somewhat limp cock, and he began to vigorously stroke himself. Shortly after, I felt his hot cum warm my chest and neck as he shot a huge load across me. He then lie beside me and apologized. I asked him what for? He stated we shouldn't be doing this, but that he (just like myself) had consistently thought about our previous matches and felt guilty. He told me he had decided to take a chance to come over today because he couldn't take it anymore and wanted this fight. We lie there in bed together for about an hour, being as honest as we ever had been with each other and I listened as he set the boundaries of our limitations on what he would allow in order for him to accept the guilt he carried. This was something we both wanted to continue, but I had to agree to not overstep the line and respect his wishes. I told him he shouldn't feel guilty, as it was a natural man to man experience, but I think he finally accepted it because we agreed to meet up as often as we could for future matches. And this time was different. In the previous bouts we had shared, we had immediately dressed and he left without much more communication. Now, we had been lying in bed naked next to each other, talking openly and once we got up and dressed (I had to loan him a shirt), he took me out to eat. I knew it was going to be okay from this point on.
rassler (4)
2018-04-19 17:21(Válaszképp erre)
Another hot chapter, thanks for posting!
Bamafight (0 )
2018-04-19 03:30(Válaszképp erre)
Great fucking story!!! Love your writing!!! Hope there is more!!!
Wilmcfight (1)
2018-04-11 20:09(Válaszképp erre)
Fucking hot!