Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2012 14:14:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Father's Day 2012

Father's Day, 2012

I was home for the summer after finishing my third year of college.  I was
working part time at the local library.  Nothing too stressful, but was
glad to see the bank account going back up before my senior year back at
the U.

Since I was an only child it was just my dad, my mom, and me at the house.
As always my Dad worked long hours.  My mom had had an illness a few years
back and could no longer work.  My Dad had increased his hours at work to
make up for that.  Although I loved my Mom I wish I could have spent more
time with my Dad. He was always cheerful, had a smile for us, but was soon
gone out the door after getting up, showering, shaving, and eating
breakfast.  He was home late usually and had to have his dinner warmed up.

When talking with him late one evening I realized he wasn't even taking his
vacation time off any more.  He just didn't see the need for that.  He
wasn't interested in doing much that didn't involve work, especially since
my Mom wasn't up to very much either.

Wheels started turning in my mind, although I wasn't sure where they would
go.

A few days later, one of my high school friends came into the library and
noticed me working there.  We chatted briefly and he invited me over to his
house to chat some more after work.  I let Mom know where I was going and
drove over to his family's house when I got off from work.

We had a good time talking and he showed me around his house, guess for
lack of anything else to do.  At one point we went out to the garage, while
wandering around.

"What's this?" I asked.  In the back room of the garage there was a
sort of primitive boxing ring with "ropes".  I saw boxing gloves in
two colors on a side table nearby.

Jack flushed slightly.  "Oh, this is where my dad and I box."

I tried to remember what his dad looked like.  No picture at all.

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah, we like to blow off steam some times and come out here to do it."

I looked at him harder and tried to imagine him boxing with his dad.
Failed.  The wheels turned faster though.  My turn to flush a bitÉ

"Jack", I said. "Would you mind loaning me the gloves some time?
I think I'd like to try boxing with my dad some time."

He looked at me with very different eyes then.  It looked like he stripped
me with his eyes.  He smiled then.

"Sure", he said.  "In fact we have extras.  Do you need trunks,
too"?  His smile turned into something else.  Not sure exactly what.

"Yeah", I admitted.  "I'll need advice on setting up a ring, too.
I Ôve never boxed and have no clue about boxing or rings or anything."

He didn't change his funny expression.  "Ok", he said.  "I'm here
to help you in any way you want.  I can also train you in basic boxing."
His eyebrows lifted at that.

"Thanks", I said.  "But I think the first time my dad and I box,
we should both be rank amateurs and have no clue about what we're doing."

He simply nodded at that.

Over the next week I set more wheels in motion.  I realized Father's Day
weekend was coming up fast.  I decided Dad and I would celebrate that in a
very different way. I realized Mom hadn't seen her sister in California in
a long time.  After lots of hinting, calling my aunt, and working the
angles, I finally got Mom to leave to visit her sister the Friday before
Father's Day and have her stay out there for a week.  I had to promise her
I'd take care of Dad, make him meals, and be sure he got his rest.  Yeah, I
did have to promise that.  She planned out the menus for the week, had me
lay in the provisions, and go over her kitchen etiquette.  Wow.

I finally got her off to the airport Friday morning.

I called Jack when I got back home.  He agreed to come over and help me set
up a ring and bring gloves and trunks in our garage back room.  (We both
lived in the same subdivision so had the same house and garage floor
plans.)  When we finished setting everything up, he looked at me intensely
and said, "Mark, if you need anything else from me, please let me know!"

I nodded absentmindedly at first and then dimly realized he was trying to
say something else.  I looked at him for real then.  His expression was
quite serious and intense.  Again, I had the feeling that he had stripped
off my clothes.  I decided to do the same.  Not that that was hard to
do. It was summer and a warm summer.  We were both wearing loose workout
shorts and tee shirts.  His was sleeveless, showing off pretty nice arms.
He was pretty nice-looking actually, now that I paid attention.  He wasn't
quite as tall as I am but was a bit more built.  He was the classic ginger
Irish or Celtic kind of guy with freckles and green eyes.  As for me, I'm
just over six feet, dark haired, blue eyed, and light skinned.  I guess I'm
also Celtic, but more Welsh or something.  As an aside, can say that Dad
and I look alike but he's taller.  He also has a pretty hairy chest, while
mine is just starting to look hairy.

I didn't know what to say to Jack then, but answered anyway.

"Hey Jack, if I need anything at all, I know where to go!"

He smiled briefly at that.

"And do you and your Dad look alike?" I don't know where that came
from!  Well, actually maybe I do.

I got a real smile this time.

"We do and we don't", Jack said.  "We've got the same coloring,
same eyes and hair and skin. He's a bit shorter than I am and a lot heavier
and thicker.  That means there's a lot to punch when we box, but that gives
him a big advantage when we drop the gloves and go to the mat."

I know I looked confused again.  He flushed again.  Soon he left.

I cooked Friday night and all day Saturday.  I made sure Dad rested up.
Sunday morning, Father's Day, I let him sleep in.  I took up a light brunch
on a tray around 10.  He looked so relaxed and happy in the big bed.  He
had thrown off the covers during the night.  He only had on his boxers.
Although he was 48 years old, he was still in great shape.  Most people
would have thought he was years younger.  I admired his hairy chest, his
muscular body.  I knew he worked out at the company gym.  It showed.  I
hoped I'd look that good when I was his age.  Even though I'm only 22 it is
hard not to think about growing older at some point.  Anyway.  I smiled at
him and told him his lunch would be late since I would need to give him his
Father's Day present before lunch.  He looked confused at that.  I let him
wake up, do his normal routine.  Then at noon I knocked on his door.

"Your present is out in the garage", I said.

He came out to the garage not long after that.  He was stunned to see the
ring in the back room and see the trunks and gloves laid out on benches
around the ring.

"What the fÉ." he barely stopped himself.

"I talked to one of my high school friends last week, Dad.  He said he
and his dad boxed for exercise.  Sounded like fun.  I thought we should try
it." I smiled at him.

"Mark", he said.  "You know I'd doing anything for you, but
boxing?  I've never boxed in my life.  I have no clue as to how to box!"

"Then we're even", I replied. "Get dressed and let's try this."
He finally nodded his head in agreement and agreed to box with me.  We both
stripped all the way down before putting on our trunks and gloves.  Damn,
he was hot with a nice body.  Nice ass, even, too!  He had his back turned
to me so I couldn't see his cock.  I didn't bother to hide that mine was
already on the way to full hard, ogling his body, and imagining fighting
him!

Soon we were both in contrasting trunks and gloves.  He chose blue; I chose
red.  We were both shirtless, and gleaming with sweat in the heat of the
back room of the garage.  We climbed into the ring and sized each other up.
He was a bit taller than I.  He had a pretty hairy chest.  I was just
starting to grow one.  He had more definition in his upper body than I did,
but I figured I was in better aerobic shape and I saw I had better legs
than he did.  Guess all that biking to the library was good for something!

I had the kitchen timer to count down three minute rounds.  I set it up and
we approached each other in the ring.  We touched gloves and then tried to
box.

Dad was so hesitant, damn it.  He barely punched at me. I had a hard time
punching at him.  We sort of circled each other around the ring, sort of
jabbing at each other.  Sigh. I didn't want to hurt him either, but this
was not working.  We weren't connecting at all, physically, or mentally.
This was not real boxing.  I don't think this is what either of us wanted
either.  Finally, when I heard the timer starting to wind down, I decided
to do something different.  I punched my Dad for real on the chin and was
gratified to knock him down and see him slump to the floor!  The timer
dinged, giving him the chance to recover from my knockout blow.  He shook
his head and looked at me fiercely.  Our gloves were still on, but,
figuratively, they were off.  After the minute's rest, I reset the timer
and the match was on!

This time, no quarter was given or asked.  We really punched each other and
fought hard.  All that could be heard was "uffs" and moans and groans
when we managed to land blows.  Dad caught me once really hard.  I
staggered but managed not to fall and counter punched him hard before he
could land a killer blow.  When the timer went off we were grateful for the
rest this time!  I looked us over.  We were both sweaty and disheveled.  I
could see bruises forming on both of us.

The next round wasn't as fast and intense. We were both getting tired out.
We did manage to land some hard punches though, each of us.  Again we were
grateful that the timer went off, giving us the chance to catch our breath.
As I looked at Dad's hairy chest heaving I suddenly remembered Jack talking
about dropping the gloves and going to the mats with his dad.  I looked
around the garage room.  There was an old mattress leaning up against the
wall.  That'll do, I thought.

When the timer dinged to signal it was time to fight again, I surprised Dad
by dropping my gloves, going over to the mattress and pushing it onto the
floor.  I stood there in my red trunks and motioned him to drop his gloves
and come over and meet me here.  He looked puzzled but did as I asked.  I
grabbed him as soon as he got on the mattress and tied up with him, sweaty
chest to sweaty chest!  Our heads were together and our nearly naked bodies
struggled as we held each other tight in our standing hold.  My cock, which
had been hard during our entire fight, touched my Dad's.  To my shock and
delight, his cock was just as hard!  Awesome!

We struggled for a while more, neither one of us was stronger than the
other, so the only result of our struggle was to get sweatier and more out
of breath while rubbing our nearly naked bodies together.  We had given up
on fighting.  We were now pretty much openly just wanting to feel each
other's hot body!  Well, fuck this, I thought.  I released my Dad from my
hold.  I enjoyed his again puzzled expression.  I yanked down his blue
trunks and enjoyed the sight of his hard 7 inch cock spring out at me!  His
expression of shock made me laugh out loud.  While still laughing I yanked
down my own red trunks and laughed again at his shock seeing my matched 7
inch hard cock spring out !  Without giving him a moment to react
negatively, I grabbed him again and held him, now totally naked, and
started to grind my cock and sweaty body against his!  He was totally rigid
in shock at first, but soon gave in and started to grind his hot body and
cock against mine.  Yes! I won!

I started to talk dirty to him then.  I urged him to rub his boy all over.
I told him his hot Dad cock was going to cum all over his Boy's cock.  I
told him to fuck his hot Boy's cock with his big Dad's cock, etc. etc.  He
just grunted, but started to grind even harder against me.  His big cock
felt even harder against my own big cock.  His hairy chest and big nipples
made my nipples as hard as they had ever been.  Our breathing got even more
ragged.  I knew I was on the edge.  I wanted to cum so badly.  I finally
turned my head so that my mouth was on his ear and stabbed my tongue into
his ear and chewed on his earlobe.  That did it!  He started to yell out
his orgasm.  I responded by yelling out my own!  Fuck this was so
hot. Augggghhhhhhhhhhh!

We came buckets all over each other!  He fell to the mattress, spent,
pulling me on top of him.  Wow!  I started to grind my body into his once
again, slowly and softly.  Neither one of us got soft as a result.  I could
feel him tremble beneath me.  I loved being on top of him and controlling
him.  I could feel his desire start to mount again to match my own.

I breathed into his other ear and whispered, "Ready for Round 2, Dad?"

"Yes", he responded.

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