Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2010 04:47:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: What's Up With My Son Part 2

      Hey everybody, this is Joe.  Yeah, I'm on my Dad's computer again
while he's at work.  And, no, he won't see this.  I'll put this inside the
file in a way that you'll see it and he won't.  Yeah, as you've already
read, he's not too swift with the computer.

      Anyway, I just read his account of what happened between us.  Not
bad.  I'll let you read the rest of what he wrote down in a minute.  First
though, I have to say one thing about him.  He's such a fuck sometimes!
What do I mean by that?  He left out one important fact in what he wrote
down.  What's that?  My Dad is one hell of a good-looking man!  ÔI have
black hair and green/blue eyes'.  True.  But did he tell you how striking
the very dark hair and piercing light eyes are in contrast?  Did he how
fucking handsome and masculine he is?  Did he tell you that his company
uses him in every negotiation as part of their team so that the other side
will lose concentration and focus when looking at him and listening to his
hot, masculine, deep voice?  Did he tell you that his company has used his
face in a couple of their product ads and that he even appears and speaks
in one of their TV commercials?  Did he tell you that the reason he has
time to work out at the company before coming home is because the company
lets him quit a bit early to encourage him to work out since how he looks
is so important to them?  Did he?  Of course not.

      He is such a fuck about his looks.  Women and men both do a double
take when they see him.  I've even seen people follow him around the
supermarket when we're both out together, just to get another glimpse of
him.  And he is so fucking oblivious.  He has no clue at all.  Maybe that's
part of the attraction.  He has no vain bone in his body.  And not only is
he that good-looking, but he radiates this kind of masculine thing, too.
When he comes home with his 5 o'clock shadow and rumpled hair from having
the car windows open...well, you get the idea.

	As you can imagine, being his son is sometimes not easy.  All of my
friends who meet him always have comments of course.  Sometimes they're
nice ones like, "Wow, must be nice having a famous Dad", or just simple
remarks about his good looks.  Other times people kid me for not looking
enough like him (although I'm starting to look more like him finally...I went
through puberty late).  I won't repeat what the assholes say about him.

	So you can imagine how taken aback I was to see him nearly naked in
front of his big bedroom mirror, posing!  Shit, I could have sold the video
rights to that!  LOL.  Took all I had to play it down at that point.

	And finally, he was right about the fact that I had planned this
evening out for a long time as a time for us to bondÑand maybe more...I also
have to say that finding the Youtube Brit Pro wrestling clips on his
computer was a Godsend.  Finding he liked older and younger matches and Dad
and Son wrestling was the icing on the cake.  That gave me the idea for
what happens next.  I found a couple of places to order what I needed and
helped set up the free weekend for just the two of us.


      And wouldn't you want to get nearly naked, rolling around with a hot
man like that, no matter who he was?  Well I would!  Anyway, that's enough
from me.  I'll let you finish reading what he wrote now.


	...I was so confused when Joe left the room and told me to wait for
him.  I thought about restarting the Youtube video on his computer to see
more of the match we had been watching but decided I didn't need to get
harder from watching it.  I was already sporting a semi erection, sitting
in the living room naked except for my boxers, having been watching a hot
wrestling video with my nearly naked 18 year-old son who had insisted on
touching me and nudging my bare skin from time to time.

	Well it didn't take him long to come back to the living room.  "Ok,
Dad," he said. "I've put everything you need on your bed in your bedroom.
Get dressed and meet me in the attic." Still puzzled I walked down the hall
to my bedroom.

	Laid out on my bed was a pair of black wrestling trunks along with
a waist-length black silk robe with white trim and black wrestling boots
and socks.  A black cowboy hat was on the end table.  Wow, I thought to
myself.  Very hot.  On the bed was also a typed note (computer typed, of
course).  I skimmed it quickly and then read it more carefully.  Definitely
from Joe.

	"Dad, you're the veteran heel in this match, despite your Ôbaby
face'." Baby face, my ass, I thought.  "You've got the hairy chest and will
wear black. In fact, you're ÔLevi, the Wrestling Cowboy'. Besides, you're
an old man anyway, so of course you're the vet.  We'll abide by the rules
of Brit Pro.  No hitting when down.  You have to let your man get up.  Lots
of holds and arm tieups.  However, some mat work, too.  Be careful of the
ropes. You'll see why.  Come on up."

	Well, I didn't have much to take off or put on.  Grin.  Boots took
me the longest.  Lace up and high.  I tried not to get hard again.  I did
take the time to admire the boots and fit of the black trunks around my ass
and partially swollen crotch.  Good job in sizing, Joe!  I put the hat on
next.  I just needed a moustache to complete the heel image.  Finally
cinched the silky robe around my upper body, letting my hairy chest show
through the opening.  Smoking hot now!  I'd better stop looking in the
mirror before I did get totally hard and get my ass upstairs.

	I hadn't been in the attic in a while.  It's a big space we use
mainly for storage.  However, I was blown away when I climbed the stairs
and walked into it!  Joe had set up mats over a good portion of the floor
and had created a kind of ring rope around them!  I suddenly realized why
he had been sweaty when I got home.  He had been working up here after the
rest of the family left.  Well, he had outdone himself.  I felt like a real
wrestler climbing through the ropes and walking over to my "corner".  I
stood in the corner, slightly slouched, and worked on a "heel" expressionÑa
kind of scowl, I guess.

	I didn't have to wait long.  Soon Joe bounded in the room and
climbed between the ropes and hopped up and down from foot to foot to warm
up.  Wow, if I was the heel, he was the rookie "face" for sure!  He was
wearing a blue waist-length robe with matching boots and trunks.  The blue
matched his eyes, too!  He was stunning.  He had done something with his
thick black hair, too, to make it fluffy, like one of the kid wrestlers
from the Youtube videos, maybe Dean Briscoe.  Damn, he was so pretty it was
going to be a pleasure to work his blue clad butt over!  And if I thought
my trunks fit well, his were amazing!  You could see his ass crack when he
turned around, the trunks were so tight!  And his package was even more
swollen than mine.  Wow.  I started to sweat, just admiring him.

	Joe motioned us to come to the center of the "ring".  He started to
announce the fight.  "This will be a five round or two fall match.  Falls
will be by pinning of the shoulders or submission.  Rounds will be five
minutes in length followed by a one- minute period of rest.  It is now my
honor to introduce our contestants for tonight's bout!  In the black
corner, from America, weighing in at 175 pounds, standing 6 feet in height,
and undefeated in his bouts in England, I give you Levi, the Wrestling
Cowboy!" I raised my hand up in the air and turned around, still scowling,
acknowledging the imaginary crowd's cheers (and jeers).  Undefeated?
Good. "And in the blue corner, in his first professional bout, and thus
also undefeated (ho, ho, I thought), weighing in at 170 pounds and standing
6 feet two inches in height, I give you Joey, the Boy Wonder!"

	He jumped up again and hopped back and forth from foot to foot
again, managing to look young, hot, and muscular, too.  I was glad the
wrestling trunks helped keep my cock bound up.  I didn't care if he was my
son (or maybe because he was my son?) this boy/man was turning me on.  I
hadn't had much to do with guys since college, but damned if he wasn't make
me rethink that now!  The cute face and hair, the boy/man muscles and chest
with the sparse hair, slim waist, long arms and legs, and that truly fine
ass, not to mention the packed crotch!  Wow again!

	It was all I could do to stay "in character" and pretend to be
aloof.  When I saw him give me a thorough looking over and then lick his
lips with his tongue and wink at me, I just about lost it though!  Time to
pay him back.  I did some slow and sensuous bodybuilding poses, pumping up
my biceps and my chest and sticking out my crotch, showing him the half
hard pouch.  Slowly I took off my jacket and deposited it outside of the
ring and then looking Joe in the eyes pumped my pecs and then rubbed my
nipples and chest hair.

	He stopped hopping at that and frankly just stared.  I finally took
off the black cowboy hat and approached the middle of the ring, ready to
grapple.  That did it.  He whipped off his jacket and ran towards me, ready
to go at it!

	He slammed against me raising his arms.  I grabbed his boy/man
hands and slammed my chest against his.  For a couple of minutes we just
held each others hands, fingers entwined, rubbing our arms together, while
we took turns slamming each others' chests and rubbing our nipples together
as much as we could between slams.

	Oh, he wanted a sexfight, did he?  I leaned my crotch in and
slammed his packed crotch with mine.  Ow, that hurt, but felt hot.  By now
his head was next to mine and we rubbed our five o'clock shadowed cheeks
together.  He stopped slamming his crotch against mine suddenly and started
to frot me instead, rubbing his barely clad cock against mine.  I rubbed
right back, dueling my now totally hard cock against his.  We kept this up,
moaning, sweating, groaning, and panting while slipping and sliding our
sweaty wet bodies as closely together as possible.  I started to tremble
with emotion and heat.  All my blood was now in my cock.  I got a bit faint
even as I kept trying to master my son.  Suddenly I heard a bell.  Joe
managed to push me away.  Still panting, he said, "End of Round One
Gentlemen.  One minute rest break."

	Five minutes already?  I felt like we had fought for 30 seconds or
two hours.  I couldn't decide which.  Panting, too, I made my way to my
corner and leaned against the wall.  I was now grateful for the all the
treadmill running, the crunches, and the gym work I'd done.  Slowly I
slowed my breathing and got my body and my cock under control.  By the time
the bell rang for Round Two, I was ready to go again.

	This time we approached each other cautiously.  The first round had
been too intense.  We circled for a while looking for an opening, watching
each other's torsos and trying not to be misled by feints.  Finally we
locked up in a normal wrestler's lockup.  We struggled for a while in that
and then I backed Joe into the ropes.  We had to drop our arms then and I
pushed my body into his and held it there for a few seconds, rubbing our
fronts together, before backing off in a clean break.  He looked surprised
and I had to smile, which irritated him.  We locked up again and this time
I let push me into the ropes and dropped my arms to let him grind his body
into mine.  Oh, he took his time doing that!  Finally he withdrew and
smiled, letting his eyes sink down.  I followed suit to see both of our
cocks were hard again and tenting our trunks.

	We locked up once again but this time I slipped the hold and caught
him out in a side headlock.  I ground his face into my hairy chest very
deliberately, enjoying the feeling of his boy/man face rubbing into the
nipple on my man chest.  And no he wasn't fighting me.  He seemed to enjoy
the feeling of my chest hair against his cheeks and face as much as I did.
He was almost purring as my bicep caressed his other cheek as I continued
to grind him against me.

	However suddenly I felt his tongue lick my nipple followed by a
quick nip from his teeth.  I let him go with a gasp.  I was shocked but
even more turned on.  He laughed out loud then.  After I recovered, we
circled each other once more.  I could tell he was looking to try to get me
in the same hold and smash my face against his nearly hairless boy/man
chest.  As tempting as that was, I feinted to make him think I was going
after another side headlock, too.  Suddenly I stepped around him and
grabbed his arms and forced him into a full nelson.  Well, he was not
expecting that and was unsure what to do.  I decided to manhandle him a bit
and marched him around the ring in that hold.  I rubbed my hairy chest into
his naked back, loving the feeling of his sweaty sweet back, rubbing both
of my nipples on his man/boy flesh.  Eventually he decided to fight back
though and leaned over nearly in half, which forced me to lean on him.
Thus put my crotch squarely over his blue-clad butt.  He started to rub his
butt against my barely encased cock.  As my hard cock slid up and down his
beautiful soccer boi butt, I started to moan again.  I eventually forgot I
was wrestling and loosened my hold on him enough so that he could escape
and move away from me quickly, rubbing his arms.

      We each took a bit of time to calm down yet again.  I could tell he
had actually loved my frot on his butt, too, judging by his still hard
cock, too.  Finally we circled once again, but this time wound up in
another mutual bear hug which neither one of us was ready to release when
the damn bell rang again!

      I cussed out loud which made Joe laugh out loud.  We retired to our
corners.  Well, damn, I'm not sure how much wrestling we were doing but
this was rapidly becoming the hottest sexual experience I'd had in years.
I'd already been involved in over twelve minutes of incredible cock teasing
and I wasn't even naked!  Even more amazing was that my own gorgeous
man/son was working me over so masterfully.  When had he become such a hunk
and such a sexy stud?  I looked over at him in his corner and saw a look of
extreme satisfaction and pleasure on his faceÑand love!  Wow oh wow.

      Time for Round Three.  I wasn't sure I'd survive this round if it was
like the first two.  However, one look at Joe made me realize he had
something different planned for this round.  But by the time this thought
made it to my brain Joe had already tripped me and I had fallen to the
mats.  Quick as a cat he jumped on me and put my shoulders to the mat.  Not
yet, I thought! I pushed up against him and bridged so that my shoulders
were off the mat.  He shifted position trying to force them back down and I
then used my body to shift him around so that he lost the top position and
was forced on his side, facing me.  I scrambled then to try to get on top
of him and he tried to do the same.  Now that I knew I was out of danger I
started to have fun again and started to manhandle Joe a bit.  I had done
enough wrestling in college that I was able to use my slightly heavier body
with a greater center of gravity to start to be on top more often than not.
Joe tried to counter that by using his crotch as a weapon against me,
sliding it against my butt and crotch.  He tried to make me lose control by
rubbing his chest against mine and his face against mine.  Once he even
stuck his tongue in my mouth when I was gasping a bit for breath.

      Yeah, all of this kept my cock rock hard.  But I was having too much
fun dominating him to lose control and cum.  Eventually I wore him down
enough so that I was again on top of him, fully splayed out on him, and
stretched his arms and legs out completely and held him down in total body
contact.  I then surprised him by going for a full grapevine as I hooked
his legs and feet around mine!  He squirmed mightly which made my cock
continue to throb, but I held his shoulders to the mat in the grapevine and
counted to three!

      First fall to Dad!

      I got off him quickly, releasing the hold, before I didn't.  LOL.  I
jumped up and assumed the victory pose while he lay on the mats, stunned.
Eventually I went to my corner and he finally got up and went to his.  He
reset the timer for five minutes and then announced, "Winner of the first
fall, by pin, Levi, the Wrestling Cowboy!" I saluted the imaginary crowd
with rude gestures and could almost hear the jeers.  Damn, this was the
most fun I'd had in a very long time as well as a great sexual experience!
I was hot, sweaty, hard, and on top of the world.  I felt like such a
fucking muscle stud.  But I also felt like I had just given the performance
of my life in a major theatrical production!  Ah, so this is pro wrestling!
I'm starting to get it.

      I couldn't wait for Round Four and a chance to frot my son again!  My
cock was showing no signs of going down!  I was probably salivating at the
chance to get his body down and work it over.  I saw him looking at me and
he finally smiled a very evil grin.  Hmm?  No time to figure that one out.
The bell rang.

      We circled again for a while and then did the lockups again and did
the clean breaks on the ropes after rubbing our bodies together for a
while.  I think this lured me into complacency.  I thought we had fallen
into a pattern.  Not!  After a couple of clean breaks my son shocked me and
moved to my side, put his leg behind mine, grabbed my arm and threw me into
the air!  He had executed a perfect side hip toss!  I was flying through
the air towards the mats!  Thank God, my gymnastics training came back and
I managed to go into a full body roll on the mats and come out of the flip
in a decent manner.  He didn't let up for a second and hip tossed me again!
As soon as I started to roll out this time, though, he used my roll to roll
me up into a "small package".  I was on my back, my shoulders on the mat
and my butt and legs in the air when he sat on my butt and put his
beautiful butt on mine and held me down for a very quick three count!  I
was so surprised by these moves I didn't even fight them until I heard two.
By then it was too late.  I muscled out of the move on an unheard four.

      This time he jumped up and did the victory pose.  Well, I think I was
cheated a bit on that one.  However, I had to give him credit for
surprising me.  Being the heel though, I gave him a punch in the gut (for
cheating) as soon as I got up and stalked off to my corner.  He doubled
over but realized immediately I was play-acting since I hadn't put any
force into my gut punch.

      He announced his win.  "Joey, the Boy Wonder, takes the fourth round
with a pin of the Wrestling Cowboy!  Next pin or submission will determine
the outcome of this match.  Final round, Round Five, to follow."

      I scowled all the way through the rest period and came out in the
final round looking to destroy the rookie.  No finesse, no fancy footwork.
I just came at him and grabbed him in a massive bear hug.  I was going to
muscle him into submission this time.  Making me extremely happy, he simply
responded by going after me the same way.  This was a repeat of the end of
rounds one and two, but this time there was enough time for us to settle
the bear hug contest for real!

      I was still playing my part but also loving the fact that my son and
I were fighting each other, trying to dominate each other, pushing each
other's sexual buttons in the hottest and longest foreplay I'd ever
experienced, while playing out all of my wrestling fantasies.

      We fought each other, squeezing each other, making each other groan
in pain and pleasure.  We tried to dominate each other with pain and
pleasure, working each other's hot bodies over in every way two men can who
are still clothed!  We even got into a deep French kissing contest as our
tongues wrestled the same way all the rest of our bodies were wrestling.

      To add the icing on the cake, my son suddenly stopped our contest
about what must have been halfway through the last round and said, "OK man.
If a bear hug contest will decide this match, lose the trunks and let's do
this like real men."

      What the fuck!  Um, prayers answered?  LOL.  We pushed each other
back and stared daggers at each other, still in our roles.  Slowly, I undid
the ties on my black wrestling trunks and let the waist expand and then let
the trunks drop to the mat.  My hard cock sprang up and hit me in the gut
before sticking straight out.  I'm not huge but am bigger than average, a
bit thick, too.  I admired my cock and thought, "damn, I'm ready to use
this against Joe, too".

      Joe smiled.  He imitated me and slowly undid his ties and slowly let
his tight blue trunks fall to the mat.  I hadn't seen his cock since he
went through puberty.  Well, damn, impressive!  I studied it closely.
Yeah, similar to mine, of course.  However, it was probably a bit longer
than mine, but not as thick.

      Totally naked and hard as hell we got ready to go back to our fight.
Then the bell went off marking the end of the last round.  Without even
thinking about it, we ignored it completely and approached each other for
the final bear hug contest.

      Damn, I wish you had been there to see the battle of the Titans!  We
grabbed each other so hard it made us both gasp in pain.  Then we moved our
naked bodies in ways to make the other moan and groan in pleasure.  I admit
I've never been so sexually excited in my entire life and this with my big
stud son!

      I don't know how long we worked each other over in pleasure and pain
together with our sweat and muscles and with our naked beautiful male
bodies.  Finally I couldn't stand it any more.  I could feel the most
explosive orgasm of my life starting to happen.  I had no words.  I started
a primal scream.  Joe felt it immediately and pushed us together even
harder and stabbed my cock with his and rubbed our chests so hard that I
started to pass out from the overwhelming ecstasy.  With one final slam of
our bodies he screamed out loud, erupted, and started to coat me in his
cum.  Within a nanosecond I echoed his scream and coated him, too.

      I don't know how much we came and how long we came.  It was so
overwhelming.  I know we both fell to the mats, supine, and nearly
unconscious.

      I felt like a puddle of jelly afterwards.  I just lay there and
panted.

      Joe was little better.

      Several minutes later we both had recovered our wits enough to roll
towards each other again.

      We looked at each other with deep love and affection.  Joe was
suddenly more of a boy again in his expression.

      "Dad", he said, "can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?" "Of
course!" I answered immediately.  "And Dad, these aren't the only wrestling
trunks I bought for us." He grinned immediately at my gasp.  "I bought
several pair.  However, for tomorrow I think you should wear white trunks
and I have a too-tight white singlet.  Guess I'll have to lose the straps
at some point, huh?"

      Nothing else could have started to get me hard again. I was totally
satisfied. But this did. Joe grinned at me when he felt my cock harden
against his naked flesh.

      "Guess we're going to have fun the rest of the weekend", he said with
a huge grin.  I nodded, yes.

      But then, I was suddenly a bit of a boy again, too.  I couldn't help
but ask a stupid, whiney, question.  Sorry.  "But Joe, this is incredible
what happened tonight and I can't imagine the rest of the weekend.  But
you're going out of state to college this fall..." He stared at me and said,
"Well Dad, this won't be the same as doing it live, but I recorded our
match tonight in HD and will record all of the others we have.  You'll have
them this fall to see when I'm not here."

      "And Dad", he continued, "once you've retired and I'm in a position
where no one cares about my sex life, you can sell the videos and make
money for your retirement and for me.  I'm sure they'll sell!  But that's a
long way away.  Let's make some more videos tomorrow.  But first come to
bed with me my fucking hot Dad..."

      This ends the story.  Chapter three possible on demand.  Best to all
readers!