Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 19:05:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tom Topher <klipklop27@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Dad the Wrestling Coach

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	The whistle blew again for the third time in as many minutes. The
wrestling coach began giving me advice on how to move my body so I could
break free of my opponent's grasp using momentum and physics, or some
crap. I don't know. I was only wrestling to make my dad happy. He had a
hard-on to see me carry on the family tradition. The coach blowing the
whistle and giving me pointers is my dad. He's winking at me while telling
me to stand up so two more experienced wrestlers can demonstrate for me
what he is talking about. I studiously watch as the two guys around my age
take position grappling one another.

	Practice is torture for me. I spend most of it with a raging
stiffie watching hot guys get all sweaty and over-heated, exposing their
taut, athletic bodies when their shirt lifts up or, even better, their
shorts slip down. An extra-long, baggy t-shirt I always wear thankfully
covers my raging boner. I wish I could concentrate on my technique so my
dad will be proud, instead I gape at all the sexy dudes locked in physical
combat to see who will dominate their opponent.

	My eyes move onto my dad and my dick gets even harder. He is a hot
guy for someone his age. Right now he is patiently talking to the two guys
who were just wrestling, critiquing their form. He is squatting down to
talk in short shorts that hug his ass. I can picture his firm, pale ass
framed on either side by his straining jockstrap. Sweat caused by the hot,
low ceiling room, trickling down his back to run...

"Jared! Jared do you want to join the rest of us", dad asked me, waking me
from my daydream.

	I snap out of my fantasy world and take a seat with the rest of the
team to listen to dad and his assistant talk. My dick is still trying to
exit the side of my shorts. The smell is intoxicating. The wrestling room
is in the basement of our junior high. The ceilings are very low and there
are heating pipes jutting everywhere that make the room a furnace in the
dead of winter. Mats cover the floor and walls. The scent of male sweat
permeates everything.  All of us are sweating like crazy. I barely listen
to what is being discussed. My mind wanders as I check out the rest of the
team. A whole group of hot teenage guys hitting their sexual prime.

"Damn! No wonder my wood never goes down when I'm here!"

	It doesn't seem that long before practice is over and the normally
loud room is even louder with activity. The rest of the team gather their
things and talk among themselves or to their parents who have come to
collect them. Dad smiles at me and I burst with pride that this hot, sexy
stud is my father. I know we have to wait to leave and then he becomes all
mine. He talks with a few of the parents who have come to pick up their
kids. I help Joe, the assistant coach, as he makes sure the place is tidy
and ready for next practice. A half-hour later we are driving in dad's suv
on our way home, just the two of us.

"You know son, I think we need to practice some of the basics so you will
be on the other guy's level. You kinda took up the sport late and I don't
want you to be at a disadvantage. We can use the small barn. Tomorrow,
after dinner I'll show you the basics and some of the moves that won me
many a tournament. You'll be wrestling guys double your weight class and
pinning them in no time".  He shook his head and gave me that sexy smile of
his and I knew I would do anything to make him happy.

	All through dinner the next night, I am antsy. I wolf down my food
and help clear the table rushing everyone so I could get some more alone
time with father. Dad kisses mom telling her we would be in the small barn
and were not to be disturbed as we exit the house falling into a
companionable silence as we make our way across our property.

        My parents moved to my grandfather's farm when they had me. It has
been in our family for many generations. My grandfather still farms and dad
helps him sometimes, but not very often. There are five barns on the
property. One has fallen over and is unused. One is closer to the house and
much larger than the others, that's where we keep a few cows and store
tractors; Two are just sheds really; one has a bunkhouse attached and the
last one is what we call the `small' barn. It isn't half as big as the big
barn and the only one who generally uses it is dad. It's further down a
hill from our house. There is a separate road to access it. Dad has a small
workshop set up in there and a weight set he always uses in a corner. For
some reason, fresh hay is put down in here every year.

	It's hot and dusty in the barn. Dad turns and asks me how my
workout regimen is coming along. His eyes scan my body to assess my
progress for himself. I tell him what I do and how many reps and he tells
me we'll work on that as long as we're here. He is wearing gray cotton
shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that hugs his muscled chest stretching the
fabric and accentuating his nipples. His underarm hair shows in his pits as
he grabs a dumbbell showing me what to do and how many reps. I watch as his
bicep bulges. The veins in his arm pop. He watches his arm to make sure he
has proper form and I savor his manly, athletic body. He goes through a few
more exercises explaining what to do and how many reps. My dick is at
attention again and I am nervous standing with one foot cocked in front of
the other. We are both starting to sweat in the stifling air of the
sweltering building.

	We move to a corner of the barn that used to be a large pen. Dad
gets into wrestling mode, coaching me on what to do as we prepare to
wrestle. He lunges for me getting me in a head lock immediately. I go down
with my head wrapped in his heavily muscled arm. His musk hits my nose. He
smells sweaty and ripe already. It's a heady, intoxicating aroma, my dick
is at full mast now straining my compression shorts. I try and break free,
it's no use, he has at least fifty pounds on me. I submit.

	He talks about how to break that hold before deciding to try
another move. Dad gets on all fours. I nervously approach him, my peter
straining my shorts at an uncomfortable angle. I look at my dad prone in
front of me. His muscled ass jutting up, thick, hairy thighs spread apart,
muscled arms stretched out in front of him vertical to the ground and his
head staring straight ahead waiting for me to take my place. If only time
could stand still so I could admire him like this a little more. I put my
nut to his butt, like I'm supposed to. His head picks up slightly and he
tells me where to put my hands. I do as he says unconsciously grinding my
tool between his cheeks. He is a flurry of movement, throwing me off of
him, coming around and pinning me on my back with my legs in the air before
I know what happened. He has my wrists in his hands. A confusing reality
over takes me. I could feel something hard poking at my ass crack. My hot
father is slightly rocking his hips so his thick, erect shaft brushes the
length of my fabric covered boy gash. My head reels. Looking in my eyes
mischievously he told me to get up, we were going to try another move. We
both stand. He lifts his shirt off, wiping his face then throwing it on a
post. He nodded for me to do the same. I complied uncomfortable that my
body in no way compares with his. His chest was covered in a sweaty sheen
and he was breathing a little heavily. He squatted again. This time he told
me to reach through his thighs, trying to upset him onto his back with the
weight and force of my full body. I reached out to slip my arm under his
leg. He told me I had it too low down his thigh to be effective, so I moved
it up a little. Dad told me to move it right under where his leg joined his
torso. I gulped and slid my arm where I was told to. I could feel the heat
and weight of his crotch pushing on my arm. I encircled his thigh, pressing
my body against his, struggling mightily to get him on his back.

	Success! Well, sort of. He was on his back, but I was on my stomach
on the ground with my head two feet from where I could see his jock peeping
through the legs of his shorts. We both stayed like that catching our
breath for a minute or two staring at each other. Dad stood up pulling me
to my feet with him.

"You're learning. We'll try it again", he heaved."It's pretty hot in
here. I probably don't need these, they just get in the way
anyway". Hooking his thumbs into the band of his shorts he slid them to his
ankles kicking them to the side.

	I gaze in admiration at the god before me, his cock conspiring with
his balls to break free of the tight confines of the jockstrap, throbbing
against the soaked fabric netting. A wet patch of what I imagined was
precum was clearly visible leaking from his raging boner.

	My neck jerked up. "Let's get back into position" dad ordered.

	He turned around and fell crouching on his knees. I stood uncertain
of what to do. I was feeling uncomfortable, awkward and unimaginably horned
up at the same time. Nervously, I slid off my regular shorts exposing my
raging hard-on under my compression shorts before approaching my waiting
father. I looked down on his taught, tight, man mounds splayed open before
me. His puckered asshole could just be glimpsed between his ass cheeks
straining the straps of his jock. Dad turned looking me in the eye
motioning with his head to take position behind him. He started to explain
how to position my arms and then began a long explanation about the
particular hold we were going to practice. I heard him, but was taking
nothing in but the glory of his ass. I gaped in wonder. Our family aren't
prudes by any means, but my parents have their own bathroom and I had never
really seen my dad besides in his underwear walking around the house.

	Dad told me to put my hands between his legs and get ready to throw
him. My hand reached out cupping the pouch of his jock instead. Dad stopped
coaching. His head lifted higher, his body tensed and I think I heard a
little growl. I continued stroking him as if he were one of our barnyard
animals. He spread his legs further allowing me better access. I held his
jock encased balls in my hand and lovingly supported them in the palm of my
hand. A loud sigh escaped his lips. I moved on to the expanded shaft. I
felt it through the fabric, starting at the base of the balls, working my
way up to the head which was drooling profusely. I rubbed the tip back and
forth playing with the sticky mess oozing out. I took in the contours of
his body. I marveled at his ball bag following it along the perineum. His
beautiful asshole amazed me more than anything. It seemed to wink at me as
I pleasured his dick and balls. Dad rolled over and stared at me for
several minutes. I waited, thinking I was going to get my ass beat or
something.

	"I figured this was the reason you couldn't focus at practice. It
happens to all guys your age. They get all horned up and can't focus their
energies where they need to. I was the same way at your age. Hell, I was a
real horn dog and couldn't focus on anything but sex. Luckily, I had a
terrific coach who helped me blow off some of my extra energy. Guess I'll
have to do the same, since I'm you're coach".

	I was sitting on my knees. Dad looked at me and smiled. He came
over to me running his hand across my bulge. I closed my eyes and my dick
jerked. I could feel a hand inside playing with my cock and balls. It was
awesome! I scooted out of the shorts. Dad took my face in his hands and
kissed me lightly on the forehead, then bent down taking my schlong in his
mouth. I couldn't help but sigh. It felt so good to have his wet, warm
mouth sliding along my shaft. I couldn't believe how hard it was. I had
watched porn on the net and had wanted to have sex so badly and here I was
being initiated by my own father. I kept wondering if it is wrong to have
sex with your dad, but didn't care because he must have thought it was
o.k. My body was going wild. The sensations were flooding over me. My dick
seemed like the only part of my body, then a new sensation started coming
from my asshole. A finger was rubbing around it, prodding it. I had played
with my hole a few times and knew I liked it, but never knew how good it
could feel when someone else was playing with it. The finger pushed
inside. A sharp pain registered then I relaxed. A low moan came from deep
in my body as my dad's finger hit my button. I bucked down on it, wanting
more inside of me, wanting my dad inside of me.  I started telling him yes,
repeating it over and over. He took his mouth off my dick and his finger
from my ass. I sat up like a dog that had his bone taken away.

"Don't want you to pop just yet. I have a few more moves I need to show
you!"

	He stood up in front of me and dropped the jock. His rock hard
pecker sprung free into my face. I grabbed it feeling its steel like
hardness, squeezing trails of dick juice out of it. Precum oozed
everywhere. He smiled and told me it was his curse. He drips precum like a
faucet. I leak too, but not like he was dripping. I bent forward swallowing
his dick in my mouth. He cautioned me about my teeth. His cock felt so good
in my mouth. I loved having a dick in my mouth. I tried to suck it down to
the root but, it was too much for me and I gagged. My father assured me
that with his coaching I would be able to suck the biggest, fattest cock in
the county with no problem. I slurped and sucked for a good five minutes
when dad told me we were just getting warmed up with the lesson.

	Dad joins me on the ground and teaches me how to kiss. His tongue
plays with mine and we kiss for several minutes and I have to admit, I
would have been quite happy if the lesson ended right there but, I still
have so much to learn. I have to admit I am a sucker for a good kisser and
dad sure showed me the nuances of that fine art, spoiling me for any other
guy.

	Gently, he pushes me onto the hay covered floor and begins to
massage me all over, his dad cock pointing upwards all the while. He smiles
at me and gives me a wink before lifting my legs in the air. I answer his
questioning about my self exploration honestly and tell him I like to use
my fingers and fat, old markers to play with my hole. Dad smiles as he
admits to the amazing sensation of fingering his own hole.

	Dad gazes at my boy gash shaking his head from side to side and
telling me how pretty it is before burying his face in it. I was shocked at
this. My dad was licking and prodding my boy hole like a pig rooting for a
truffle. It is an experience that gave me pleasure and made me hotter for
more. I could feel my hole opening ever so slightly by the onslaught of
dad's tongue. I was bucking and squirming in delight. So was dad!

	All too quickly for me he stopped eating my ass. Dad stood and
walked to his tool bench. I took in his hot, muscular form from the back as
he walked away and at his front, most noticeably his pecker which swayed
from side to side. In his hands was a jar of what looked like grease or
something. He informed me it was petroleum jelly as he slathered some on my
well primed asshole and then began lubing his dick with more. It was hot
lying there looking at my father jacking his dick and getting into it as he
took in my developing boy body.

	A devilish smile crossed his face as he told me he was so hot for
me he was all ready to cum. I stopped his masturbating and reminded him we
still had more training to work on. He smiled at me and put some jelly on
my dick, jacking it for me and then started probing my boy cunt with his
fingers. Now we were back on track I thought. I loved the ass play, but dad
said we were going to learn some more advanced moves.

	He had me assume my pose on all fours while he took up position
behind me telling me how much it hurt his first time and that he would try
and take it easy on me. I felt his dick rub along my ass crack as dad bear
hugged me. We kissed again and it didn't take long before I didn't just
want that cock rubbing me, I wanted it fucking me. He must have sensed this
because he maneuvered off me and I soon felt my ass being invaded and
stretched like it never had been before. The pain was intense and I reared
up instinctively. Dad grabbed me hugging me to his chest as he whispered in
my ear that the pain would subside and to try and force my hole open like I
was going to take a crap. We stayed like that for about a minute all the
while I could sense more of his thickness sliding into me. Waves of pain
racked me and yet, it began to also feel good in a strange way. Gently, he
began a pumping motion that had me feeling kind of hot and slutty. I was
focusing less on the pain now and more on the intensity of the pleasure as
my dad's cock slid back and forth hitting my button and making me want
more. I could hear myself as I whimpered not like before because of the
pain but because of the awesome feeling of having a dick raping my hole and
not just any dick, the same dick that made me.

	My hole had a mind of it's own trying to suck that amazing cock
into it's depths as it tried to leave, while relaxing as it was entered
again in first long, slow strokes and then short, hard thrusts. Before I
knew what was happening my body shook and an orgasm I will never forget
took hold of me as I sprayed my goo everywhere. My hole spasmed on my
father's cock bringing him off and I felt his tool dumping it's seed into
my guts in spurt after spurt as dad thrust deep into my innards.

	We both collapsed exhausted into one another. We remained huffing
and puffing like that for a little while. Dad took the initiative and
kissed me after thanking me for what he said was one of the best fucks of
his life.

	I returned his kiss as his cum seeped out my ass and onto the
ground. Something came over me and I couldn't stop kissing dad. I didn't
want this experience to be over. Both of our dicks returned to full mast
and we began playing with each others cocks.

	Dad told me we had one more move to learn and we would be done for
the day. He lifted his legs in the air, took my finger and pressed it on
his hole. I sat there transfixed. I watched as my dad spread his cheeks for
easier access. I didn't hesitate but dived into his ass and began sucking
and rimming his man hole for all I was worth. I ate my dad's ass for quite
awhile delighting in it's slightly musky, sweaty odor. Dad was more than
ready for his pounding and I was ready too.

	Reaching for the lube, I took a gob of it and smeared it on my dick
and fingered his ass trying to open him up as gently as he had done for
me. He loved the ass play. He started getting verbal telling me to stretch
his man hole so I could shove my hot, boy cock up into it. It was strange
to hear my dad use so much profanity. It was out of character for him but
he was getting all horned up like before, only this time I would be the one
fucking and I was eager to get started.

	Dad assumed the position in front of me that I had when he fucked
me. He said he liked it doggie style and wanted me to fuck him like a bitch
in heat. He told me to go slow at first, but then to fuck me with all I
had. He loves it rough. I placed my dick at his asshole and eased into him
all the while he kept shaking his head encouragingly and smiling back at
me. I was so excited at fucking my dad that I only lasted a few minutes
before blasting his insides with cum. Dad didn't get off.

	He stood up walked to one of his tool chests and moved things
around in it. I was interested to see what he was looking for when he
turned around with a sheepish grin and a dildo in his hand. He came back
and sat next to me explaining that it was the next best thing to a real
cock as he slathered it with lube and inched it into his ass. He had a
blissful expression on his face as he pumped it in and out of his ass. I
figured it was only fair since I blew my load that I should help my old man
out so he could blow his. He appreciated the gesture. He really got into it
and directed me to "fucking wreck his man cunt" and "tear him up" with the
dildo. His eyes rolled back in his head as he began bucking and jerking
while jets of cum flew everywhere, including my face. I smiled at my
motionless father wanting to have the same cock that was just in his
asshole up mine, so I eased it into my bunghole and rode it until I sprayed
for the third time.

	Walking back to the house after cleaning ourselves up, I asked my
father who had been his wrestling coach and who had shown him about
sex. Dad smiled as he informed me that his father and grandfather had been
the best coaches and fucks he ever had. I had a new goal. I wanted to have
sex with my dad and grandpa and we both made it happen. I have continued to
learn everything my dad has to teach me. I also learned so much from my
grandfather before he died. They both told me I was an excellent student. I
am glad to have had the years of fucking that I enjoyed with the two best
coaches I ever had.