Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2010 11:06:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad Wrestles Me: Round 1

        Here's one I wish had happened.....I had just come home from
college for the summer after my junior year.  I was very thin then.  6
ft. tall, auburn hair a bit long, 165 lbs, hazel eyes.  Smooth and hairless
body.  I wanted a hairy chest.  Oh well.  Swimmer's bod.

        I was down in the basement in a gym my dad had set up.  Hot down
there so I was wearing just a pair of jogging shorts.  Had taken off my
shirt, no underwear either.  Just got off the treadmill and was starting to
do so weights when my dad came downstairs.  He was taller than me, 6'3,
sandy red hair, strong chin, about 55 years old and despite the gym, a bit
overweight, but not bad.  Too much beer I guess.  Still probably about 225
pounds.

        He looked at me and started to jog on the treadmill.  Soon he
realized it was hot and he peeled his shirt off, showing off his nearly
hairless chest.  Yeah, no hope of a hairy chest from his genes. I decided
to give him a hard time. I looked and him and razzed him.  I said, "Wow,
Dad, how many months pregnant are you?"  He ignored me at first.  I kept
on, "you must be two months, or is it three months?"  I then stuck out my
flat gut as far as I could.  That did it.  He stopped and got off the
treadmill.  He looked at me and said, "Boy, I might be heavy, but I'm a lot
bigger and stronger than you are even more than twice your age".  He then
flexed his arm muscles.  "Pretty impressive" I thought, but said, "Not bad
for an old man".  I then flexed my own guns and imitated a weightlifter
posing.  He then did the same.  Finally, I said, "Hey Dad, why don't you
show me if you're stronger.  Let's take it to the mat."

        We had exercise mats set up on the floor.  I don't think they'd
ever been used for wrestling, but that was going to change.  He smiled at
me and said, "Boy you're gonna regret this."  I said, "Not me.  You're the
one who'll be sorry."  He smiled again and took his sweatpants off.  He was
in boxer shorts only now.  "I don't want to get tied up in those pants," he
said.  "Wow", I thought.  I started to get a bit hard at the thought of
rolling around with my near naked Dad.  We'd never done this before.  Of
course a 20 yr old will get hard at the thought of rolling around with
anyone naked.  But I tried to calm down.  He was so much heavier I'd have
to concentrate if I didn't want this match to be a squash job.  Even so I
was sure he'd tire out and I could take him then.  Hey, what was that?
Looked like he was getting a bit plumper down there in his shorts, too.
Could the upcoming match be turning him on a bit, too?  Nah.  Not possible.

        We approached each other on the mats.  I decided to bump his chest
with mine to psych him out.  I managed to push him back and he looked a bit
stunned.  Then he smiled and bumped me with his strong chest and used his
weight.  This time it was my turn to stumble and nearly fall.  So much for
that.  He looked at me and smiled again, "Since I'm so much bigger and
stronger than you, let me give you an advantage.  Let's start in the
wrestler's position where I'm on my knees and elbows and you're on top.
See if you can control me, boy."  He then assumed the position pushing his
big ass up in the air.  I started to sweat a bit more.  "Stay calm", I told
myself "and wrestle"....

        I got on top of him, put my naked chest against his naked back, my
left hand on his left arm and right hand under his gut, my nylon shorts
next to his thin boxers.  "I'll count down and we'll start", he said,
"Three, two, one" and he fell to the mat, trapping my arm.  He immediately
went turtle, daring me to try to move him, or turn him over.  Damn, he was
a big mother fucker (oh yeah....) and strong.  I freed my arms and hands
and got completely on top of him and mashed my body against his, trying to
turn him so I could get a pin.  He resisted, moving his body with mine.
Seemed like he was moving his butt somehow to get my nylon-covered crotch
over his boxers.  Nah.  We struggled like this for a while.  I was
concentrating on moving him and avoiding his butt.  Finally I get enough
leverage from the side and underneath that I felt him start to budge.
Quick as a wink he went with my pushing and rolled so quickly that I rolled
over him and he rolled onto me.  Damn.  I didn't expect that.  He must have
done this before.  Before he could crush me completely, I rolled again out
of his way.

        We both rose to our knees and approached each other to lock up in
the neutral position.  Fuck, he was strong and big.  But he was already
breathing a bit hard.  I decided to razz him again to psyche him out.  "Too
much beer, Dad?"  He didn't answer but locked up. We strained for a while.
I realized I was as strong as he was but also that he was as strong as I
was.  Finally he feinted weakness and I pushed and he let me force my way
past him and down.  No!  If he tackles me and gets me down with him on top
it'd be over.  Once again, I used my speed, quickness, and agility to keep
rolling and moving.  But this time I turned and came back towards him as
quick as I could and tackled him instead!  He fell on his back, pulling me
down on him.  I grabbed his head and forced it into my chest in a headlock.
What was I thinking?  I had seen this move on pro wrestling videos forever
but I never realized it was a hot move.  His naked face against my naked
chest was very hot.  His five o'clock shadow rubbed my nipples.  I tried
cranking on the hold like they do on TV.  Made things worse (or better?)
down below.  I moved my hold to his neck, figuring I'd choke him out
instead.  My mistake.  I was totally unprepared when he slugged me in my
unprotected gut.  I let go of him, coughing. "No chokes", he said, "Pin to
win, no choking or gouging, no real damage.  I gotta work tomorrow.  Now,
wrestle me, boy!"

        We stood on our knees again and locked up.  This time, however, he
slipped my grip and before I knew it my head was locked on his big chest
and my mouth was near his hard, protruding, nipple.  I could count the
three tufts of hair around it I was so close to it.  He started to crank my
head like I had his.  Damn.  I was liking this.  But I wasn't ready to give
up.  What do they do on TV now?  I used one hand and arm to push his head
back and used the other one to find a way to grab him to regain the
leverage and topple him to the mat.  He was surprised by my double attack.
His head snapped back.  However, my lower arm slipped below his below and
under his crotch.  At the same time I was trying to hook his leg behind the
knee so I could overbalance him.  It all fell apart when my elbow hit his
meaty (huh?) cock and his balls in rapid succession.  He let me go
immediately and yelped in pain and I stood up on my knees and started to
apologize for unintentional dirty wrestling.  His scowl turned quickly into
a smile and he said he accepted my apology.

        We locked up once again.  This time he pushed my hands and arms up
and moved in closer and closer.  Soon we were chest to chest, face to face,
and (uh oh) crotch to crotch.  Look, I've left out one detail of my body
until now.  I'm huge down there.  I've got the real (and not imagined) 8
inch cock with a huge mushroom head.  Yeah, I've measured it, so shut up.
I was getting hard, getting off on the body contact with my near naked Dad
as well as the struggle and pitting our muscles together.  If he felt that,
it would be all over.  However, I soon realized he wasn't using his weight
against me to push me over and tackle me.  He was using his muscles against
mine and was holding me as close to him as I wanted while we both strained
against each other.  I started to wonder what was going on.  Was he
actually enjoying his near naked son struggling against his near naked
body?  Was he enjoying our chests smashing together and our hard nipples
rubbing together?  Was he enjoying our crotches smashed together and
rubbing together?  I suddenly got dizzy with lust. I got totally hard and
my cock started to rule me.

        Obviously I had lost my mind since I spoke up and said, "Dad,
stop".  He stopped and looked at me in a funny kind of puzzlement.  "Dad",
I said, "I'm getting chafed with these shorts wrestling you.  Is it ok if I
take them off and we go at it again?  I mean, the Greeks and other people
wrestled naked.  Is that ok if I do that?"  I couldn't believe I had said
that and immediately blushed scarlet.  As near naked as I was my whole body
turned red and clashed with my hair.  My Dad's puzzlement turned to pure
amusement.  I think he realized then what I really wanted.  He chuckled
deeply.  "Sure", he said.  "However, if you wrestle naked, it's only fair
if I do, too.  Can you stand the thought of seeing your old, fat, Dad
naked?" He grinned as he said this.  Um, what could I say to that?  I was
blind with lust now.  I wanted to see him naked.  I wanted to see him hard.
I wanted to bump his chest and cockfight with him until we came all over
each other.  I started to tremble and shake.  Finally, I managed, "Yeah,
and I'll beat your ass".  If anything, that made him grin even bigger.  He
said, "Lose the shorts, boy and I'll lose the boxers."

        We both were staring daggers at each other.  I finally realized he
wanted to see me naked as much as I wanted to see him naked.  I almost
passed out with that realization.  What was going on here?  We were both
straight guys but it now seemed like we were totally into each other hot
for some kind of sex.  Maybe this is normal for Dads and Sons who are
honest?  Oh fuck analyzing this.  I'm going to get off in a huge way soon,
I now understand.  Nothing else matters and I'm going to do this with my
Dad who's dissed me in the past and ignored me at times.....The blood
rushed even harder to my cock.  I wanted to beat him somehow and make him
realize I was as good as he was or even better.  I wanted him to accept me
as a man and an equal.  If he's hard and looking at me when the shorts come
off, I'm going to beat him somehow in some kind of fight, maybe a sex
fight?...Not sure yet, how...Back to the present.

        I finally was able to grin back at him.  I started to slowly, oh so
slowly, strip my exercise shorts off.  I swear my Dad was trying not to
salivate as I started to show my whole taut and tightly muscular, long and
lean 20 year-old body.  Finally after taking my sweet time, I let my huge
cock spring up from my shorts and slap my gut before sticking straight out
from my red pubes.  "Damn", he said.  "You're a chip off the old block".
It was his turn.  He mimicked what I had done.  Despite his age and weight
he managed to do the strip very well.  My cock got even harder as I watched
him.  Finally his cock was freed from his boxers.  Damn again, it was my
twin.  I was glad I got his genes this time!  At this point we all know
what's going to happen.  Doesn't make it any less hot.  Dad and I got on
our knees again and approached each other.  We looked at each other with a
very strong and deep expression.  Then we slammed together in a mutual
bearhug again.  I loved his strong body, loved his strong chest against
mine, and loved his huge cock against mine.  I started to beat his cock
with mine.  No hands, just big cock striking big cock. He fought back.  He
pushed his big Dad belly into my six pack.  I fought back by pushing my
face against his.  I rubbed my pecs and nips against his.  I kept hitting
his hard cock with mine. This was now a complete sexfight.  Where did this
come from?

        I was determined to win this fight now.  I wanted to make him cum
and dominate him.  I looked at his eyes, so like mine, and realized he had
the same thought.  However, I was 20 and he was 55 and I had never done
anything like this and now figured he had.  I wanted to cum so badly.  He
was going to win.  Ok, time to cheat.  I had read about this but never
tried it.  Suddenly I let go of the bearhug.  I grabbed his big, muscular,
butt and stuck my fingers in his crack.  He groaned and I knew I had won.
However, he let go of his bearhug and stuck his fingers into my tight ass
that nothing had ever been in.  We both were reaching for the prostate. We
found it at the same time and we started cumming all over each other in
buckets.  We kept cumming and cumming. Holy shit! Finally we stopped
jizzing each other and we fell to the mat with me on top, thank goodness.
Our hearts beat together in rapid rhythms.  Our chests and bodies were
glued together with spent cum.  I started to writhe on him to feel the cum
sticking us together.  He then opened his eyes and looked at me and said,
"OK. Round One, no decision.  Round Two to start in one hour."  He then
grinned and hugged me.  I was already hard and ready to go at it then.
However, I wanted to give him a fair chance, so put my head on his big
chest and plotted out how to beat him and his big cock in Round Two.  Maybe
the stakes for this Round would give me something new to remember?