Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2010 01:18:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad Wrestles Me 6 and final chapter

      Again, hello to all of you who have enjoyed this series!  This is the
last chapter in the series.  I'm going to try something else after this, I
guess, since so many of you have asked me to.  Again, I am finding the fact
that I have fans from Europe as well as North America to be quite humbling!
You guys are great!  Thanks!  And a warning: this last chapter is a bit of
a tearjerker.  Once again the story wrote itself.  I had NO intention of
writing this story in the way it came out.

      Well.  Dad and I had come/cum to another stalemate.  Neither one of
us had officially won.  However, we both knew I had won the real fighting
this last time for the first time.  Something had shifted in our
relationship as a result of this.  Now when I caught Dad looking at me when
he didn't think I noticed, there was always a look of pride in his eyes.  I
could tell he was very pleased with the man he had sired.  He was now even
friendlier with me.  He'd constantly kid me, tease me, soft punch me, and
"mess" with me.  I gave back as good as I got, of course, too!  I'd call
him, "old man, geezer, old fart", etc., too, which cracked him up.  In
public he'd just smile at me and shake his head when I said stuff like
that.  In private, he'd grab his crotch lewdly and tell me he'd be glad to
show me just how old he was!  If we were alone, even for a few minutes, and
that was rare in our big household, he'd grab my body and bearhug me,
squeezing me tight.  I never have said no to a challenge so squeezed him
back just as tight.  On the even rarer occasions when we were alone in the
house and had stripped to our boxers, the bear hugs would go on and on as
we rubbed our hot nearly naked bodies together, getting sweatier and
sweatier and sliding our nipples, crotches, and faces until we both came in
our shorts!  Damn, I love that man!  I don't think there's anything hotter
than wrestling my hot naked Dad, unless it's what happened at the end of
our last fight!

      Yeah, Dad sort of won the sex part of our last fight.  He'd given up
his ass to my big young man's cock and we'd both cum at the end, "helped"
by our seconds and the ref.  Since the sex round was the final round and
winner take all round, the fact that we'd both cum at the same time (or
almost the same time) and the other men had interfered in the sex meant the
whole fight was ruled "inconclusive".

      That was the first time (and so far only) time my cock had even been
engulfed in a hole of any kind.  Every time I remembered how that felt, I'd
go instantly erect and have to start thinking of anything else to calm
down!  Grin.

      And remembering the shower scene after the fight with five hot as
hell naked men working each other over as only men canÉwell, that got me
hot as hell, too!  And what men, too, aged from 20 to 60, blond hair, red
hair, dark brown hair, gray hair, hairy chests, smooth chests, you name it,
we had it in the showers!  I don't know how much cum flowed down the shower
drain but I think we could have bred half of the city with it!  LOL.

      However, the summer came to an end, too soon for me.  I could tell
Dad was going to miss me, maybe as much as I'd miss him.  I mean we were
now buddies, even, and sure as hell liked each other's bodies, too.  I was
really going to miss the banter, the messing with each other, and the pride
we felt in each other.  However, I also started to realize that we would
feel this way about each other for the rest of our lives.  We really loved
each other in such a deep way that nothing could change that.  I'd have to
get Dad to come to college and see me and I'd get home more often now than
I used to!  Now I had a reason!  Grin.

      Dad volunteered to take me back to school in late August, since I
still didn't have a car of my own.  Hated that, but understood.  Not a far
drive, hours, not minutes, but not days either.  Was far enough it would
make sense for him to spend the night there before returning back home and
not try to do the round trip in a single day.  I could tell he had figured
that out, too.  As a result I got excited, finally, about going back to
school.

	It was typically hot August weather when we started out for
college.  Dad was never a big AC fan in cars and soon rolled the windows
down as we headed for the interstate highway.  After a while we started to
sweat, despite the wind blowing over us from the open windows in his car.
I decided to start things off and pulled off my tight tee shirt to let the
breeze blow over my naked chest and back.  My smooth, young man's, chest
shone in the hot sun as my sweat made my body gleam golden, even though my
skin was normally pinkish.  My long red hair flowed behind me as I glanced
at my Dad to see if he was enjoying the show.

      Oh yes.  Dad was definitely enjoying the view as he'd glance from
time to time at my hard chest and nipples whenever traffic lightened up
enough for him to look my way safely.  Damn traffic anyway.  All those
other people should just go home and stay there and give us the highway all
to ourselves.  LOL.

      Poor Dad did look hot and was starting to fidget a bit in his
seat. Wonder what was causing that?  Grin. "Dad", I said, "You look hot
(pun intended).  Let me help you get cooler." I then reached over and
started to unbutton his short sleeve dress shirt.  I was careful not to
block his view of the road while doing it, but also careful to do it very
slowly and deliberately, rubbing my naked chest against his strong arms,
especially rubbing my nipples on his hairy forearms.

      Pretty good reaction from that!  He started to gulp a bit and I could
see his dress shorts start to tent up a bit.  Hey, this was fun. I started
to feel like I was dominating him in a kind of way.  HmmÉ

      I finally finished unbuttoning his shirt.  I then reached into his
shorts to pull the shirttails out, careful to avoid what was becoming a
totally hard Dad cock.  He was surprised by that and didn't quite swerve
into the other lane but the car honked at him anyway as it passed us.  He
flushed and stared fixedly at the road as if he could ignore what I was
doing that way.

      I grinned big time at that, a major league shit eating grin.  Ok.  I
didn't want to crash and go to the hospital.  Let me slow things down a
bit.  I slowly removed my hand from his pants, pulling the shirttail out
with it.  I could feel him relax a bit then. I then maneuvered him so that
I could get his shirt off past his shoulder belt.  There.  He was finally
half naked like I was.  Fucking hot man.  His chest and shoulders gleamed
as golden as my own in the baking sun, as sweaty as my own.  I wanted to
grab the wheel, pull the car over and bear hug him right there rubbing our
hot sweaty chests and nipples together crushing our bodies together!

      For the next half hour I didn't do anything else.  I just enjoyed the
view.  I also started to realize that some of the people in other cars were
also enjoying the view.  And why shouldn't they?  Two fucking hot shirtless
men, obviously Dad and Son, with beautiful bodies, strong chests with
racks, hard nipples, side by sideÉ Dad was oblivious (on purpose?).
However, I'd occasionally smile at some of the people ogling us.  One guy
in a pick up truck seemed especially smitten.  He passed us and let us pass
him a couple of times.  The last time he had his shirt off, too.  I gave
him a thumb's up at that.  I could see just enough to see the top part of a
nice hairy chest that matched the stubble on his face below his big grin.
He just had one hand on the wheel.  Wonder what the other hand was doing?
GrinÉ

      After he turned off at his exit, giving us a good-bye salute on his
horn (Dad being still oblivious to the flirting going on), I started to get
bored.  It was even hotter and traffic dwindled as we left my home city
behind and were still far from my college town.  Music time.  I put my
specially mixed tapes into the car's system.  I started with some classic
rock.  Eventually did a show tunes mix (love Broadway, by the way) and then
put in some choir music.  Guess I never told you that Dad and I both sang
in our church choir, did I?  We have pretty much the same kind of voice and
range although he likes to sing bass and I can do tenor when I have to.  He
started to relax for real now.  Soon, we were both belting out some of the
music we knew and had performed together.  Finally we came to my favorite.
It was a duet for bass and tenor.  As we sang the final high notes of the
duet at full volume my heart swelled up with love for him again.

      After that climax I turned the music off and sat in silence just
thinking and feeling.  Dad turned to me eventually and said it was time for
lunch.  He looked at me and himself, saw us both half naked, sweaty and
disheveled from the wind blowing through the car, and said we should just
do fast food burgers from a drive-in so we didn't stink up a restaurant.  I
laughed at that.  Of course I thought he smelled pretty good then and
figured he liked my smell, too.  However, I agreed.  I was enjoying having
him to myself.

      We left the highway and found a typical burger boulevard place and
got in line at the drive through.  We ordered bacon cheeseburgers as always
with fries and a coke and got up to the pick up window.  There a very cute
young guy was waiting to take our money and give us our food.  Blond and
blue eyed innocent kid, skater boi, maybe 17 or 18 years old, if that.  He
had a bored expression when he opened his window, but that quickly changed
when he looked into Dad's car and saw our nearly naked hot bodies!  He
blushed a bit and then looked like he was trying to undress the rest of us!
Maybe not so innocent after all!  He then took his sweet time taking our
money and giving us our food.  He managed to touch Dad's hand every time an
exchange was made.  In fact I think he was even caressing Dad's hand!  He
kept asking if we wanted ketchup, mustard, extra napkins, etc.  Wow,
obvious wasn't he?  I couldn't decide whether to laugh at him or get
jealous!  And he was ignoring me and focusing totally on Dad.  Guess he had
a Daddy complex.  Of course that thought made me wryly grin at myself.

      Finally the cars behind us got tired of waiting and one car even
tapped its horn.  I could tell Dad didn't quite know what to make of all of
this and was looking pleased but confused.  Finally, the kid gave us our
bag of food and looked at Dad and winked (!) and told him to be sure to
check his receipt carefully.  He then wished us a good day and closed his
window.

      Dad drove away still looking puzzled.  We got back on the highway and
I helped Dad eat.  I unwrapped his food for him and made sure he was able
to feed himself.  I sort of wanted to try feeding him myself, but figured
that would be going too far while he was driving.  LOL.

      We eventually finished our meal and had settled back into a relaxed
complacency when Dad spoke up.  "I wonder what the kid meant about checking
the receipt carefully?" Oh yeah.  I picked up the empty sack from the car
floor and pulled out the fast food receipt.  Looked normal.  Oh, when I
held it up I could see words on the other side.  HmmÉ I turned it over and
read the words out loud for Dad.  "Hey stud, next time you're here alone
call me, Dan." And there was a telephone number below the words.  Dad's
face flushed again and a variety of expressions flowed over it, from
surprise and shock, to disbelief, and finally pride.  I probably mirrored
his expressions although mine probably had jealousy mixed in, too!
Suddenly he started to chuckle and then he started to laugh out loud.
Finally he was laughing uproariously.  I couldn't help it.  I started
laughing, too.  Finally we were both laughing so hard we were crying and
Dad was having a hard time staying on the road.

      He finally got himself under control and then made it worse.  In the
twinkiest voice he could produce he said over and over, "Hey stud, call me,
Dan!" The incongruity of my buff 55 year-old Dad acting like a valley guy
totally did me in.  I was literally on the floor of the car doubled over
laughing.  Gasping for breath I finally was able to ask him to stop it
before he killed me.

      Eventually we both stopped laughing and sat there grinning and
chuckling under our breath.  About half an hour later, I turned to Dad, and
asked, "did you want to save the kid's note or should I just put it back in
the sack with the wrappers and stuff to toss?" "Oh, I guess I'll save it as
a souvenir of the trip", he answered.  When I didn't say anything after
that he finally looked at me and said in a surprised voice, "Davey, you're
jealous of that kid, aren't you?" "I don't know.  Maybe", I answered in a
sullen voice.  I hated how I sounded, just like a kid and not a 20 year-old
man.  "Davey, you don't need to be jealous.  Nobody will ever take your
place.  You're my son and I love you more fiercely every day.  Besides who
else would give me such grief and be sure I don't get a swelled head?" he
said, trying to lighten up the atmosphere again.

      "I'll give you a swelled head", I responded.  "Just get rid of the
shorts and I'll show you how".  That pun made him laugh again and he
grabbed his crotch and pretended to be jacking a mule dick.  Then I was
able to smile at him.  He then looked at me searchingly and said, "I'm
serious Davey.  I love you so very much.  You're a real stud and you're a
great guy, and you're my son and first born.  I'm so very, very proud of
you.  Nobody will ever take your place in my heart." "Not even Steve," I
shot back, instantly ashamed of myself.  Steve was Dad's 40 something
lover.  "Not even Steve", he replied.

      Something broke inside me then.  I didn't actually cry, but would
have if I had been alone.  After more silence and thought, we finally got
back to something like normalcy.  We started talking about my classes this
fall, Dad's work, and then even the college football season and baseball
and league and division championships.  I've always been a Baltimore
Orioles fan and Dad had a good time deriding me mercilessly for that.
Yeah, they suck, but they're my team anyway.  He's always been a Braves
fan, (Atlanta).  At least this year they weren't too bad.  Better than the
O's anyway.

      We finally pulled into my college town around 5 PM and went straight
to the motel.  Dad pulled on his shirt as loosely as possible and signed in
for the room.  Once we got into the room we turned the AC as high as
possible.  We threw our stuff down and Dad took off his loosely buttoned
shirt.  He then took off his dress shorts, and approached me in his boxers.
I followed suit and we stood up in the middle of the room.  He suddenly
chest butted me.  I staggered but kept my feet and chest butted him right
back.  Ok then, the fight was on!

      We grabbed each other's hot and sweaty bodies and rassled around the
room for a while.  While I was now a bit stronger than he was, he was still
taller and heavier.  Neither one of us could gain an advantage over the
other.  We finally went for our favorite move, the mutual bear hug!  We
grabbed each other's hands and raised them high and slammed our chests and
crotches together, again and again.  Finally, we let go of the other's
hands and squeezed our bodies together as tightly as we could, wrapping
each other up as close as possible.  Just as we were both almost out of
breath, I could feel my Dad's huge cock slap my own huge cock. I managed to
slap his back.  That did it!  Cum started shooting out of both of our 8
inch cocks, soaking our boxers!

      We finally came down to earth again.  What a mess we were.  Sweaty,
disheveled, stinky, and now soaked in cum.  Dad dropped his boxers on the
floor and made his way to the shower in the bathroom.  I admired his big
muscular butt as I followed suit and then got in the shower with him.

      You know, there is nothing like having the man you love the most soap
you up and make you feel like he is in love with every inch of your body.
We spent quality time enjoying each other's bodies once again.  I guess I
was now conscious of the fact that I would be saying bye to Dad tomorrow
morning.  I tried to memorize every detail of his face, his shoulders, his
chest, his arms, hands, legs, and cock and ass!  Eventually when every inch
of each other had been fondled, admired, and loved, we smiled at each other
and took each other's cock in our hands and slowly jacked each other off to
another blindly satisfying cum!

      We then got dressed.  My Dad had warned me to bring nice clothes for
tonight.  I hadn't known why.  As we both got dressed up in our suits and
ties, I again admired how distinguished looking and hot my mature Dad was.
He could certainly fill out a suit!  As for me I'd had to borrow one of his
suit jackets since my newly buff body wouldn't fit into my old suit
jackets!

      He was grinning to himself as he drove me to the nicest restaurant in
town.  It was sort of a country French place, kind of a combo of a bistro
and an inn.  He had planned for everything.  We had a secluded table in an
alcove.  The lighting was dim.  Dad asked if I minded if he ordered for me.
After looking at the menu and seeing it was in French (with some
translations) I told him I certainly didn't mind!  When our waiter showed
up I was taken aback.  He was about 6'4 and quite handsome, maybe 35,
mature but still young, somehow. He was obviously French, but the hottest
French guy I had ever seen or could even imagine.  I was even more taken
aback when Dad addressed him in French and ordered in French.  What the
fuck?  He's been holding out on me again.  Dad then laughed out loud and
told me he had been in a special program in college that had combined
French and engineering.  He had interned in France for a French engineering
firm.  And now his company was owned by a French firm and he went to France
from time to time for his job.  Well, I knew the last part but had had no
clue he could actually speak French.  I mean, I've taken Spanish and can
hold my own in that, but had never taken or thought about taking French.
Maybe I'd have to change my classes next year!  Grin.

      When the meal came it was superb and the red wine Dad had selected
was the best I'd ever had.  He made funny conversation during the meal and
took every opportunity he had to touch me when he spoke.  I was getting a
bit drunk since I wasn't used to alcohol and was getting turned on by his
pats and affectionate grabbing.  Finally I said to him, "Frankly sir, if I
didn't know better I would think you are trying to seduce me!" I grinned to
make it clear I was being silly and was teasing him.  However, he answered
me in a husky voice and a smoldering look saying, "Actually, I am."

      My heart thumped and I blushed scarlet.  Yes, the red head thing.  He
laughed out loud at me then and did his best leer. I blushed again.  The
waiter had noticed my predicament and intervened, with a leer of his own.
Although my entire attention was on my Dad and what he had planned for
later on, I did make a mental note to find out the waiter's name before we
left!  Grin.

      Finally after a wonderful flan and cafe creme, we left the restaurant
and drove back to our room.  Once in the room Dad took me into his arms and
kissed me deeply.  We eventually wound up naked in each other's arms in the
one king-sized bed.  Yeah, he had planned that, too, I guess!

      That was the start of the most amazing night I've ever had in my
entire life.  Yes there was some pain for both of us but the pain was
balanced by the most amazing pleasure I could ever imagine feeling.
Finally around 4 AM we both collapsed from exhaustion.

      My cell phone was going off insistently and repeatedly and finally
got me to wake up enough to realize that it was late morning and I'd better
get up.  I staggered out of bed, still naked and now sweaty and cum soaked
once again and picked up the phone.  "Dave, dude!" the cheerful voice said.
"Don", I croaked.  "Dude", he said, "It's 10 o'clock. Get on over here.
We've got to get your stuff moved to my apartment from the dorm.  I've got
some guys from the gym here to help." "OK man.  Give me a few and I'll be
there."

      I looked down at my naked Dad who was trying to pretend he wasn't
awake as he stretched out languidly over the entire bed.  I had such a rush
of emotions and feelings that I thought I might pass out.  I did sit down
in the chair by the bed suddenly and put my head in my hands.  My Dad did
notice that.  He got up and came over and held me.  I couldn't restrain
myself any longer and started to sob.  I knew that last night would never
happen again.  I knew Dad and I would love each other forever, but that our
love would never be expressed in the same way ever again.  After a few
minutes I felt his own hot tears on my face as he held me.

      "Davey, Davey," he kept saying, trying to calm me down.  Well, you
know, I'm not sure I would ever calm down, not for real.  However, I had to
be a big guy and tough it all out.  Dad needed to check us out of the
motel, get me to campus, and he had to drive the eight hours back to our
hometown.

      With the most effort I've ever put in, I stopped crying and worked on
smiling.  Dad could tell it was fake, but he accepted my effort.  He kissed
me softly.  "Don't get dressed in more than your shorts", he said. "You'll
be moving and sweating and I'm sure Don would like to see you the way you
are." With that he grinned for real and I had to return the grin.  Yeah, it
was already pretty clear that my blond and blue-eyed boxer guy and I would
be lovers as well as roommates this next year.

      I had to get him back.  "So, Dad, are you going to drive all the way
back to X (our hometown) or just have to stop and spend the night at the
town where twinkie Dan is waiting for you?" Once again he appreciated my
effort and laughed.  "I don't know.  Don't ask, don't tell?" To which I
responded, "And please no details if you do.  That would be too much
information!" We both laughed at that.

      And then, since I knew we were about to part, I had to add more
seriously, "And Dad, my love to Steve." I could tell he was about to cry
then again.  He finally said, "Thank you, Dave.  That means more to both of
us than you'll ever know.  And my blessings on you and Don if that works
for you both." My turn to tear upÉ How could I face my senior year at
college, Don, his friends from the gym and moving and losing my Dad this
way?

      "Dave", he said.  "Just do it." Yeah, this was it.  He buttoned up
his shirt loosely and put his shorts and shoes on and went to check out.  I
put my shorts and shoes on.  I was so numb.  He drove me to campus and let
me out of the car near where Don was waiting.  He gave me one last soulful
kiss.  He looked over at Don and said, "There is your future.  Enjoy it to
the fullest." With that he looked at me one last time as I stood on the
pavement looking at him in his car.  He then gunned the engine and drove
out of sight.

      In the next hardest thing I've ever done, I went over to Don and his
friends and we worked on moving me to his place.  That night, I told him
everything.  We finally made real love for the first time late that night.

Postscript:

My Dad died young ten years later from a sudden prostate cancer.  I hid in
the background at the funeral holding Steve who was inconsolable.  Steve's
Dad had also died that year and he was totally alone.  Don and I had stayed
together and gotten married in Canada.  Finally we agreed to take Steve in
with us.  And yes our sex and love got even hotter with all three of us.
And I could see Dad in heaven looking down on our love and sex lives and
laughing, loving all of us and being with us spiritually, and loving all of
us forever.

I miss you so much, Dad.  I love you.  I won't cry any more now.

Your Son, Dave