Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2010 17:51:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad Wrestles Me:  Round 4, Part One

Dad Wrestles Me: Round 4 Part One

(I'd like comments on this.  Last chapter got very few.  Thanks!)

      Well, it turned out that Steve's brother couldn't come the following
weekend.  So that was put off.  Dad and I continued our workouts at
different times.  I could tell he was getting even more buff, but so was I.
I think he went over to Steve's house from time to time but it was hard to
be sure.  He had worked sort of odd hours my entire life.  Now I was
wondering if some of those hours were not spent at work!  Hmm.  LOL.  I
still hadn't figured out how I felt about him and Steve.  I mean, Steve's a
really hot guy and I could tell he's really into Dad.  Knowing my Dad
better and better, I can understand why.

      I guess I'm a bit jealous after all.  Now that I had finally bonded
with Dad and we had been in real man-to-man situations and mano a mano
fights, I wanted more time with him now.  I think he could tell that.  He
started to go out of his way to greet me when I came home from work with a
big hug that was often a bear hug and a real smile.  I could tell he was
feeling my chest and arms when he hugged me and approving of my workouts
and their results.  If no one was around he'd rub my crotch with his,
trying to get me hard, and teasing me, the bastard!  Grin.  Needless to
say, I ate this all up like a starving man.  He'd grin even bigger then,
especially when I responded to his hugs by giving him bear hugs back and
grinding my crotch into his.  Damn, I loved that big fucker.  He knew just
how to manipulate me into losing my cool and lusting after him.

      We kept trying to figure out ways to spend more time together.  We
actually did get out to a baseball game one night, to our local minor
league team game.  I felt like I was ten again.  We had the best time,
eating popcorn and drinking cokes, and yelling at the players.  We
especially like razzing the opposing team who took it good-naturedly.  I
even yelled at some of them in Spanish which I was taking in college.
Guess my accent was pretty good since a couple of them turned around to
look at me and yelled back!  I really like the close confines of small-time
baseball parks I have to admit.  I also really liked the closeness of Dad.
He'd rub his legs against mine and occasionally reach over and grab my
shoulders and lean into me when making a point in his commentary on the
games.  Whenever our team got a run we'd jump to our feet and my Dad would
give me a big hug, keeping hugging just a few seconds too long each time.
WowÉ.

      Dad wore some nice Wrangler jeans that night that showed off his big
muscular butt and a short sleeve dress shirt that accented his forearms.
After we got there, it was so hot and humid, he unbuttoned three buttons to
show off some chest, too.  Hot.  I was in my typical 501s, but these were a
little bit worn and had holes in the knees.  I took off my outer shirt and
stripped to a classic white T, but this was one of the ones that was too
small for me.  Every inch of my newly buff chest showed and my young man
nipples poked out the shirt.  My big biceps stretched the armholes.  I
think a couple of people gasped at my stripping, but could have been my
imagination.  Grin.  I just wish I could have stripped off the tee shirt,
too, but figured that would go too far.  Besides I was starting to stretch
my jeans, too, and needed to calm down before I got thrown out for
indecency!  LOL again.  So, when Dad gave me those long hugs after the
runs, his nearly exposed chest rubbed against the very thin fabric of my
too tight shirt.  Each time I got hard.  I started to pray for more runs!
I think we won 11-6 that night.  I remember the 11 pretty clearly, if not
the six!

      That was the only time we got to go out together as Dad and Son
during this period.  However, he made it clear whenever he could that we
now had a new relationship based on our bonding.  He started to sit next to
me when we were watching TV. If no one was in the living room with us late
at night, he'd start to rub my shoulders and then more of my body.  A
couple of times during this period when everyone else was out for a couple
of hours, he came into the living room still wet from his shower, dressed
in just his boxers.  He'd come sit right next to me on the couch and then
lean over and take my head in his hands and put my face on his naked barrel
chest.  I'd nuzzle up against him and put my face on his hard nipple.  One
of the two times I let my right hand sink to his crotch and put it inside
his boxers to feel his Dad cock.  I then stroked it with hard strokes and
then soft, grabbing it tight and then soft until I could feel he was
totally hard.  I then took my hand out of his boxers and trailed it up to
his nipples and pinched them.  I then went back to watching the tube.  If
he could cock tease me, so could I!  Unfortunately one of the family
members came home early and he had to jump up and go to his room while I
tried to will my hard cock to go down.  At least I was wearing loose shorts
and a loose shirt that night!

      The second time was more satisfying though. After I put my head on
his chest and put my hand in his boxers and got him hard, he took my hand
out of his crotch and reached over and started to strip me, just as if I
was a little kid he was going to put to bed.  I decided to let him have his
fun, since I had been (unintentionally) cruel to him the last time we were
alone.  He licked his lips, I swear it, when he saw my naked young man's
chest when he took my shirt off.  He then proceeded to pull my shorts off,
leaving me naked (no underwear in the evening in the summer) and my big
hard cock slapped my gut.  This time I knew I saw lust in his eyes as he
studied me.  He then reached down and took his boxers off, revealed his big
8-inch Dad cock.

      "Come sit in my lap, Son.  Be a good boy for Daddy and give Daddy a
hug", he said.  Um, yeah.  Now we're playing a game.  Why not?  It won't
hurt anybody.  I decide to play along.  I climbed over and sat in his lap,
facing him, and nuzzling against him.  I rubbed my body against his and
kissed his neck.  I reached down and grabbed our identical cocks and put
them together and then rubbed my gut against his and my cock against his.
I could feel his hairy crotch and legs on my naked hairless butt as I
started to ride him a bit.  We both started to moan, and I swore we both
got some precum on our hard cocks that were rubbing together.  I never have
precum either!

      I knew this couldn't last long.  We hadn't been together like this in
too long.  I really began to frot him then and made sure to rub every bit
of my body against his.  I tried to duel against his cock and make him give
up his cum to my hard gut and hard cock.  He ground his cock against mine
and ground his crotch into my butt.  "Daddy", I said, still playing his
game, "Daddy, I'm feeling strange down there.  Something strange is going
to happen, I just know it.  But it feels good.  Is that ok?" Between
gritted teeth and moaning, he answered, "Yes, boy, just let it happen, let
it feel good.  Daddy will feel good, too, just like his boy.  Keep doing
what you're doing boy.  You're doing it real good." I then really ground my
hairless, naked, butt into his crotch and grabbed his and my cocks with
both hands and stroked them while rubbing them together in my hands.  That
was all it took!  He started to cum and I came seconds behind.  I think we
both yelled at the same time.  Thank God we don't have neighbors too close
by!  It seemed like hours that we were cumming all over each other.  I
spayed up to his neck and he was close on me!

      We finally came down from our mutual climax.  "Son, that's enough for
now.  Daddy gets really sensitive." Reluctantly I let go of his Dad cock
and gave my cock some extra attention and was rewarded with yet more creamy
cum coming out flowing over our bellies.  Dad noticed.  But he continued to
role-play, "Thanks Sonny, Daddy needed that.  You're such a good boy.  Now
go get cleaned up and get ready for bed.  Daddy'll come give you your good
night kiss when you're tucked up in bed." Well, that sounded interesting, I
thought!  I nodded to him that I would be an obedient boy and started to
leave the room for the bathroom.

      I dropped my boy look for a minute before leaving though, and said to
him, "Um Dad, can't we finish our fight soon?  Our family vacation's coming
up soon and I have to be back at college early since I'm an orientation
counselor this year." He smiled big time and said, "Sure, boy.  I'm just
figuring it all out still.  Soon," he promised.  Good.  I decided to
role-play again.  I put back on my boy pout and said, "Daddy, will you
please help me wash this stuff off of me!  I don't know what it is and if
it'll come off.  Will you help me?"

      His eyes gleamed and his cock started to come back to life,
remembering, no doubt, our last two shared showers.  My cock twitched then,
too, and I then dropped the game again.  I gave him a man's lusty stare and
let my eyes go up and down every inch of this big, real man's body.  He
responded by returning my lusty stare and drinking in my young man's buff
bod.  Shit.  At that moment we heard a car turn into the drive.  I glanced
at the clock.  Damn.  They were coming home, right on time.

      He scowled, probably just like me then.  We looked at each other and
said at the same time, "rain check".  We grinned and then went to separate
bathrooms and showers.  And yes, I jacked off in mine thinking of him naked
with me, rubbing our wet and hard bodies together and dueling cocks, and
yes I came all over the shower door, trying not to yell out loud this time.
I bet he did the same in his bathroom.

      OK, guys.  Time out.  I've mentioned Steve already and said that I
hadn't seen him again.  What about the boxer dude, Don, who was giving me
lessons (in boxing and man on man sex)?  Look, I love my Dad and lust after
him pretty constantly now, but I wasn't actually doing that much with him
and I was twenty years old.  I had "needs"!  Besides I didn't know what Dad
was planning for our next fight.  Did it involve boxing or some kind of sex
or both or something totally unexpected?  I decided I had to continue my
boxing and sex lessons with Don.  I figured Dad knew I was still seeing
Don, too and had some idea I was seeing my instructor not just to box.  He
would occasionally ask me if I was still taking boxing lessons and would
leer at me when he asked.  I blushed every time he asked, damn it.  If that
didn't answer multiple questions I don't know what would.

      To remind you, Don is my age, goes to college with me at (blank)
college, and was in my (blank) class in the spring semester.  He's 5'8 to
my 6' with blond hair and blue eyes to my dark red and hazel green.  Great
smile.  Naked, he looks like the model Michelangelo used for his David
statue, only with bigger shoulders and stronger pecs.  Every three to four
days I'd stop by his apartment after work and we'd strip to gloves, cups
and shorts and spar.  I could tell I was steadily improving.  I'd actually
tag Don from time to time (due to my longer reach and not my skill, no
doubt) and he tagged me a lot less frequently.  We'd really go at it
furiously at times, after warming up.  I could tell we were really enjoying
the sweaty man-to-man fighting and wanted to beat the other guy then.  We'd
always end up in a clinch after this, though, which effectively marked the
end of the boxing lesson and the beginning of the man sex lesson.  Off came
the gloves, cup, and shorts and out came our hard cocks!

      Don always wanted to suck my big cock.  He seemed to be mesmerized by
it. I loved what he did with his mouth on my huge tool with the huge head.
Amazing throat control and tongue!  Yes!  He really made love to it, in
fact.  Auuggggghhhh!  He always made me cum and swallowed my cum, leaving
just enough to kiss me and share my cum with me.  So, very, very, hot.

       I can't tell you exactly when, but on one occasion I felt so guilty
that I was getting so much pleasure I decided to see what all the fuss was
about and turned him around to get him in the 69 position and went down on
his much smaller and thinner cock.  I had never sucked a guy before.  It
was so strange to have another guy's proudest possession in my mouth.  I
was glad he wasn't any bigger.  It was big enough, though, hard, musky, and
throbbing!  Eventually I could take him down to the base and breathe his
sweaty crotch in as I tried to use my tongue to give him the pleasure he
was giving me.  I was sort of embarrassed by what a newbie I was at this,
but Don didn't seem to care.  Eventually he stuck one, two, and then three
fingers up my sweaty butt while still working my cock with his hot mouth.
I returned the favor and we worked each other over, building to a
crescendo.  Fuck, I thought.  With his expert sucking, having a hot cock in
my mouth for the first time (don't knock until you try it!), and him
working my butt I'm going to cum.  He's going to cum!  Am I going to
swallow his hot cum? Can I do this?  Well, turnabout's fair play.  I had to
try.

      At that moment he erupted and I followed shortly
after. AuggghhhhhÉ..Shiiitttttt.  I kept swallowing, trying not to think
about it, and trying to hold off my strong gag reflex, while busting my
load in his so hot mouth.  Eventually we both ran out of cum.  He let go of
my cock and I let go of his with relief and pride!  He scooted up to where
our mouths could touch and hugged me and forced our mouths together and
forced my mouth open with his talented tongue.  He fed me some of my cum
and I realized I some of his left in me and fed him back.  That set him off
big time!  He started to hump my longer body with his strong boxer's bod.
He hugged me as hard as he could, crushing my shoulders and ribs with his
big guns and exploded against my bod!  His unexpected ecstasy made me come
back to life in seconds and I was humping him now and crushing him against
me and suddenly cumming all over us, too.  Damn, that was hot!

      The next times we got together both the boxing and the sex got more
and more intense.  We also talked more and laughed together more.  We went
out to eat a couple of times and to the movies.  During the times we'd be
making out before 69ing (a new thing), I'd find myself more and more often
on top of him and would see him put his legs in the air and find my hard
cock sliding up and down his ass crack.  Less often, he'd have his cock
against my crack and start sliding it up and down.  Whoa boy!  I'd now
often catch him looking at me with real passion and longing when he thought
I wasn't looking, too.  Whoa boy, again!  What was going on here?  Even
someone like me who was pretty inexperienced in relationships started to
figure things out. Was this hot boxer falling in love with me?  Did he want
us to fuck each other and seal our love that way?  Couldn't be, could it?

      After I finally started to grasp all of this, despite the fact that
it was totally unreal, I stopped going by Don's for a while.  I knew I'd
have to face him, but I had to figure out what was going on and what I felt
first.  I apologized to him and explained I had to do some overtime for the
library since it was the end of the fiscal year and we had to do library
inventory.  Untrue, but it worked.

      Ok, Dave, get your head together and think with your head and not
your cock head either!  I had tried not to analyze anything happening this
summer in my suddenly very hot sex life.  I had always been a private and
introverted boy.  I had always been a loner.  I guess this one of the
reasons why I had fixated on my Dad and wanted us to be buddies.  He was
always there.  He was solid and big, the man I admired the most and wanted
the most to be like.  Now this summer has been the answer to my (unsaid)
prayers.  I now know my Dad really loves me, that he respects me, and that
he thinks I'm a hot man, too.  I'm finally able to express my love for Dad
and fulfill all my fantasies of being with a man whom I respect, love, and
admire, too.  I don't want any of this to change now that I finally have
it.  I want us always to love each other, enjoy each other, have fun
together, and yes, flirt together and have sex together.  And, yes,
challenge each other and fight.  I hope we'll do this for the rest of our
lives.  But he's already in other relationships that are different from
ours.  He can deal with those and ours, it appears.  Can I?  I do want Dad
all for myself, I now admit.  But that's not going to happen, is it?

      And how do I feel about Don?  I mean he's every man's (and woman's)
wet dream.  I love boxing him.  I enjoy being with him and doing things
with him.  I really love the sex we have together.  I've never had anything
like it.  But, do I love him?  Look, I'm pretty young and have had fewer
experiences than most people my age.  Yet from my limited experience it
seems he's falling in love with me.  I mean, I didn't even know guys could
be in love with other guys before this summer and now some very hot guy is
falling in love with me?  With me?  I like him a whole lot, but I'm not
sure I love him.  I'm not even sure what that kind of love is.  I guess it
wouldn't be what I feel for Dad, would it?

      Before I could come to more of a conclusion than this, Dad found me
in my room in intense thought and interrupted me.  As always, I dropped
everything to greet him.  I gave him the sexiest hug I could and waited for
what he was going to say.  "Ok, Davey", he said.  "I think it's time to
settle our fight one way or another.  Maybe we'll fight again some dayÉ"
"Yes, we will, Dad", I interrupted. He grinned his sexiest smile and
continued, "But now we need to finish this one.  I never thought this fight
and challenge would go on so long.  I never thought you were my equal.
Well, I was wrong.  You're every bit the man I always hoped you would be.
I've always loved you but now also respect and admire you, too.  But to
finish this I decided to come up different fighting methods that should
allow this to come to an end.  We'll go three rounds with three different
kinds of fighting if it lasts that long." And this time he dropped the
smile and looked at me with all seriousness.  "The first round will be
French savate.  That's a lot like Thai and Asian kickboxing.  The second
round will be Brazilian jiu jitsu, the main martial art in mixed martial
arts.  The third round, if it happens, will be an oil wrestling cockfight,
first to cum loses the fight.  And this time one of us will win.  May the
best man win!  We'll fight at Steve's in one week's time.  Oh, if you want
a second for the fight you can invite your boxing instructor.  Steve will
be mine." With that bombshell dropped, he left my room quickly.