Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 16:25:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Saturday Afternoon with Dad

It was Saturday afternoon.  Everybody was out but Dad and me.  I was bored.
I was in the living room flipping channels on the TV.  I finally stopped on
a classic wrestling show from some time in the past.  The guys were both
wearing short trunks.  It was an older guy and really young guy.  Despite
the difference in age the match was really even.  I got really absorbed by
it and wondered who would win.  The older guy was slightly hairy chested
and had bigger muscles than the kid, but the kid was super quick and
flexible.  Each time I thought he was beat, he'd manage to slip out of the
holds he was in.  He got the older guy in some good holds, too.  I was so
into the match, that I didn't even hear my Dad enter the room.

"Um", he said.  I jumped.  He plopped down on the couch right next to me.
He didn't say anything at first.  He just stared at the screen and seemed
to be enjoying the match as much as I was.  The match was really intense.
You could tell that both men were giving it their all.  "Must be some kind
of championship match", I thought.  But you could tell the intensity was
taking its toll.  The older man was sweating profusely, making it hard for
the young guy to keep him in his holds.  Both had hair slicked down with
sweat.  At one point the men grabbed each other in a double bear hug.  I
thought the older guy would force the young guy to submit.  Instead they
both moaned and rubbed their nearly naked bodies together. I loved seeing
them clinching each other tight and I started to get turned on.  Suddenly
they both suddenly released the hold and backed away from each other.  It
was hard to tell since they were both wearing black trunks, but it looked
like both of them had slightly swollen crotches!  I couldn't help but stare
at the TV.  Soon, they went back at each other, though.  Once again the
match was really even.  I found myself loving how the older guy got the
younger guy in a standing headlock really often.  I noticed the older guy
smiling when he cranked the younger guy's face into his barrel chest and
his slightly hairy nipple.  I also noticed the younger guy didn't seem to
be trying too hard to get out of that hold either and was smiling, too!
HmmmÉ I also began to notice that the two of them would never get too
far away from each other.  No circling of the ring or anything like that.
Instead they were constantly in contact with each other.  I also noticed
that there was no punching or hitting.  Both men were scientific wrestlers
and clean wrestlers.  There were no heels or faces in this match.  Another
reason I was so drawn in by it.  I remained slightly hard, loving seeing
these two nearly naked, really hot guys, despite their difference in age,
in so many intimate holds and finally decided that they were trying to get
more and more tied up with each other as the match went on!

Suddenly the ring bell rang sharply.  The young guy reluctantly let go of
the body scissors he had put on the older guy.  They both slowly got to
their feet.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"Must have reached the time limit", my Dad answered.

"What?"

"Listen."

I saw the ring announcer come to the center of the ring with the microphone
cord trailing him.

"Time limit has been reached," he announced.  "This match is a draw."  The
crowd voiced their disappointment.  Both of the wrestlers looked just as
disappointed as the crowd sounded, too.  "Great match, gentlemen", the
announcer continued.  "A rematch will be scheduled as soon as possible!"
The crowd cheered at this and both wrestlers smiled.  I hadn't realized how
good-looking they both were.

It turned out that that was the last match on the program.  Soon the
channel started to show a NASCAR race.  Well no interest in that.  I turned
the TV off and looked at Dad, who was giving me a funny look.

"Great match, huh Dad?" I said.  "I wonder if we can catch the rematch?
I'll have to look at the TV listings to see who the guys were and if this
channel will broadcast the rematch."

"Yeah", he said, still giving me that funny look. "I'd like to see that,
too.  I wonder if one of the guys will win the rematch or if it'll be
another draw?"

"I'm betting on the younger guy.  Younger guys always win eventually if the
match goes long enough", I said.

"Hey, don't put down experience, Billy", he said.  "And older guys can be
in pretty good shape.  Plus the older guy had a better body and muscles
than the kid."

"Well, the kid had a pretty good body, too", I replied.  "Maybe not quite
as good as the older guy but he definitely held his own."

"Yeah, it was a really even, clean, and good match", he said.  He seemed to
be thinking about something.  Suddenly, he asked, "Did you ever wrestle in
school?"  I had just graduated from high school, so I assumed he was asking
about the HS.

"No", I said, "We didn't even have a wrestling team or club."

"Me neither", he said a bit sadly.  "You know, Billy, I always wanted to
try wrestling, how about you?"

Well, I wasn't sure where this was going, but I said, "Yeah, me, too Dad.
It looks like a lot of fun, especially the kind of wrestling we just
watched.  You know, I'm not too keen on the WWE and the kind of stuff you
see now on TV.  All it is is hitting, punching and kicking.  Nothing like
what we just saw."

"Yeah, I know", he said.  He continued to look funny at me.  Finally he
seemed to make up his mind about something.  He turned to face me and look
me in the eyes and said, "You want to try wrestling?"

I was surprised and blurted out, "You mean with you?"

It was his turn to blurt out, "What do you mean `with you'", he said with a
certain amount of indignation.

"I'm sorry", I said apologetically.  "I just never thought about wrestling
with you before, that's all."

"Apology accepted", he said.  "So, you want to try it?"  His rugged face
looked really eager and even a bit pleading.  A million thoughts were going
through my head.  My Dad and I weren't that close and after I started
driving we had drifted even further apart.  I was so busy in high school
with all of my activities I hadn't even been home that much.  In fact, I
really never even thought about him much.  I looked at him again, really
looked at him for the first time in a long time.  Everyone told me I looked
a lot like him.  We both had dark, curly, hair. He had deep green eyes,
while mine were more hazel though.  I looked him over.  We were about the
same height, just over six feet.  He was a bit bigger in his chest than I
was.  I also knew he had some hair on his chest remembering the last time
we went swimming together.  I was still very smooth there.  I have plenty
of hair on my legs, just not on my chest.  I knew I was taking too long to
reply, but I really was taken aback by the thought of wrestling my Dad.

"Look", he said, "Are you afraid I'll beat you?"  With that he smiled a
menacing smile and flexed his biceps.  I had to admit they looked pretty
good.  In fact his entire upper body looked pretty strong in his tight
white T-shirt.  Obviously, he was a regular at his gym.  "Are you afraid
your old man is going to whip your butt?"

I had to smile at that.  "In a million years", I said.  "I'm just afraid
you won't be able to deal with getting beat by your son."

He face lit up with eagerness.  "So, are we on?" he asked.

Well, I had never thought about wrestling with my Dad, but why not?  It
might be a lot of fun even.

"You're on Dad."  I had to smile at his big smile.  "So, how are we going
to do this?" I asked.

"I'll bring my exercise mats down here to the living room", he said.  "Why
don't you move the furniture to give us more room?"

With that he went upstairs to get the mats and I moved the furniture around
to give us a pretty large cleared space in the middle of the room.

He soon came down, humming a tune and placed the mats in the middle of the
room.  While the result wasn't a real wrestling room, like I had seen on
videos, it looked like it would serve the purpose.  We both walked onto the
mats and saw that they would stay in place and then he started to do some
stretches and I followed suit.  In a few minutes he was done and I stopped,
too.  We looked at each other intently, not really sure how to start.

He suddenly laughed.  "Hell, Billy, if we're going to do this, let's do
this right!"  With that he slowly took off his tight white T-shirt and
threw it across the room.  And then he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts
and threw them in the same direction.  Suddenly my nearly naked Dad was
facing me and waiting expectantly!

My mouth gaped open as I stared!  Well, this I hadn't figured on either.

He laughed at my expression and did some body builder poses for me!  Damn,
I hadn't realized how built he was!  His barrel chest had just enough hair
to define his big pecs and big pink nipples.  His legs looked strong, too,
and his butt was firm and hard.  I knew he was in his early 40s but he sure
didn't look it.  And I noticed the pouch of his green briefs was not flat,
but showed me that he wore his cock to the right!

"Well", he said in a challenging tone.  "I don't have all day!"

I flushed a bit and shucked off my own T and then dropped my shorts,
exposing my blue briefs.  I threw my clothes in the same direction he had.
I let him look at my body for a few minutes and did some of the same poses
he had done for me.  While I didn't have quite the biceps or pecs he had, I
had a solid and defined chest with a nice rack and good biceps.  My legs
were as strong as his and my butt was as hard as his.  I also wore my cock
to the right.  Just as I was thinking it he said, "Yeah, like father, like
son."  I looked down to see I was showing just as much as he was.  Well,
too late to try to hide that now or be embarrassed about it.

This time there was no hesitation or awkwardness as we approached each
other at the center of the mats.  We circled for a minute and then got into
the referee's hold.  We circled in that for a minute, feeling each other's
strength and assessing each other's body.  Suddenly he let go of the one
hand and grabbed my head and pulled me into a side headlock, just like the
older guy had done on the kid on TV!  He rubbed my smooth face onto his
hairy pecs and pink nipple.  I began to understand why the young guy on TV
hadn't fought too hard against this hold.  This was sort of hot and felt
good. Even so I grabbed his arms and started to force my way out of the
hold.  He wasn't having that!  He redoubled his force, pumped his big
biceps and forced my face back into his big chest.  He pumped his arms and
rubbed my face up and down his chest and forced me to rub his big nipples
with my smooth cheeks.  While part of me was a bit surprised to realize how
much I was enjoying this hold, the rest of me was determined to give my Dad
a real match.  I waited until he was a bit off balanced from grinding my
face into his chest and hooked my leg behind his and tripped him and made
him fall to the mats.  Not giving him any time to recover, I tackled him,
just like the kid on TV had, and splashed him dropping my body onto his.
His "uff" was a nice reward.  I started to set up a grapevine so that I
would be in control.  He realized what I was doing and managed to throw me
off him.  Damn he was strong!  We scrambled to our feet, giving each other
a new look of respect.  He came towards me, expecting another referee's
hold.  I surprised him by going low, grabbing his leg and then pulling it
hard, forcing him to fall to the mat.  Once again he was winded.  I kept
holding his leg, moving and trying to go for a step over toehold.  Once
again he realized what I was doing and used his other leg to find my butt
and give me a very strong push to try to stop me.  Stalemate now.  I
dropped his leg and tried to splash him once again.  Just a second too
slow, damn it! He rolled away from me at the last second so that I hit the
mats hard and not him.  He started to roll back towards me to pin me down.
I was quick enough to roll away from him faster.

We both got to our feet again.  My Dad then approached me to shake my hand.
I was totally unsure about that.  I had seen way too many wrestling matches
where this was a trick, to be followed by a kick to the stomach.  He
understood my reaction, smiled and said, "This will be a scientific, clean,
match, Billy".  I smiled back and shook his hand.  Again, new respect on
both sides!

This time we did lock up in the referee's hold.  I managed to slip his hold
and put him in a side headlock on my chest this time.  Wow.  This was
awesome!  I had my big Dad's face rubbing against my smooth chest and
nipples!  I could so get attached to this!  I loved the feeling of power as
I had him under my control.  I walked up and down the mat, grinding his
five o'clock shadow into my nipples.  I realized he wasn't fighting me too
hard, just as I hadn't.  Did he like this hold as much as I had?  Wow.
That gave me a new feeling of cockiness.  Mistake!  He got me off balance
and tripped me and forced me to fall to the mat!  He then splashed me with
his bigger body and stayed on top of me.  He didn't go for the grapevine I
had tried, but simply stayed on top of me, going for maximal body contact
with me, it seemed.  Wow again!  I started to get fully hard from feeling
his nearly naked body against mine.  I could dimly feel him do the same.
Well, this was hot as hell, but I wasn't ready to let him be on top.  When
I felt him fully distracted, I suddenly shifted the weight of my body and
due to our sweaty bodies was able to slip from underneath him, and roll him
off and over.  I sprang on top of him then but also tried to grapevine him
to keep control over him.  Again he wasn't having it.  He rolled me over
with his superior strength but I used his strength against him to keep
rolling.  Eventually we rolled off the mats.  Break time.  We let go of
each other then and helped each other to our feet.  I looked down at my
crotch and his.  Our green and blue briefs were obscenely tented with our
identical super hard cocks!  He looked at me, smiled and said, "Like
Father, like Son!"  I laughed out loud.

I then had an idea.  "Mutual bear hugs?" I asked.

His face lit up with delight.  "Yeah", he said.

We approached each other slowly, knowing this would be the final stage of
our match.  When we finally locked up and I really allowed myself to
realize I was holding a very hot body against mine it was all I could do to
not cum immediately.  I looked at my Dad's face and realized he felt the
same way.  That was even hotter.  To stop myself from cumming I grabbed him
to put him in pain and to try to dominate him.  He responded
instantaneously!  We grabbed and squeezed and grabbed and squeezed.  The
combination of pain and pleasure and naked flesh so hotly entwined allowed
me to realize why the two wrestlers on TV had had to release this hold!  I
was so turned on!  I realized my Dad was, too.  It wasn't going to be long
now!

"OH FUCK", I started to yell and dimly realized my Dad was yelling the same
thing at the exact same time!  We both held each other as tightly as
possible and ground our crotches together as intimately as possible.
INCREDIBLE!!!

When I finally came down from my absolutely unbelievable orgasmic high, I
realized that Dad and I were still bear hugging each other and humping each
other, not willing to give up the awesome feeling of our super hot nearly
naked bodies together.  Our briefs were soaked with cum and transparent.
Our still half hard cocks were still rubbing together.  Round two?

But then we heard car doors shut and voices outside.

"Draw", I said.

"Draw", he replied.

"Rematch", I smiled.

"Rematch", he smiled.

We then ran to pick up our clothes and take separate showersÉ