Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2004 07:24:45 GMT
From: "haldram8@netzero.com" <haldram8@netzero.com>
Subject: Wrestling Match

The following is a work of fiction and contains sexually explicit material
that deals with incest, gay sex, and underage sex. If you are under
eighteen or your State and/or local government forbids such material do not
continue.

     I grew up a normal kid, in a normal family, in a normal suburb of a
small city. I live with my mom and dad in a four bedroom house close to
where my parents grew up. I'm normal in almost every respect. I had a
pretty normal childhood. Went to Disney World a couple of times, take
vacations every Summer with my parents, have a few close friends and
wrestle on my high school wrestling team.
     One thing about me that is not normal, well actually there are two,
the first is my fanatical devotion to wrestling. The second is the reason I
like it so much. I love the feel of a hot, hard bodied guy rubbing against
my body. It sends currents through my body every time I have a match with a
half- way decent looking guy. Hell, I get turned on by an ugly guy, as long
as the two of us are rubbing together man to man. I get so turned on. I
love the sweat and the hardness of other guys as we grapple together and
try to best one another. There is nothing like it! Thank god for jockstraps
or I would be perpetually embarrassed and hard.
       My name is Tony and I am fifteen years old. I have been into
wrestling ever since I was a little kid. My dad got me into wrestling. Dad
was a state champion in high school and won a wrestling scholarship to
college. He and I grappled together since I was five (with me always
winning of course).  Unfortunately, our wrestling matches ended when I
turned twelve. I don't know why, we just stopped wrestling together.
     I always remember just about every match we had. We used to wrestle at
night before bed. He would carry me upstairs and set me down in my room. We
would both be in our underwear and I would run to grab his legs. Dad would
pretend I knocked him to the ground, then I would climb on top of his back
holding onto his neck trying to pin his arms back. He would always put up a
struggle for ten or fifteen minutes until he sensed I was getting tired and
then let me pin him telling me: "One day he would win one". I loved
wrestling with my dad. I loved the feel of our skin pressing together as I
would try and get a hold of my 6"1 dad trying to pin him. I loved to grab
his dick or balls through his underwear "accidentally". He would just smile
and say I was playing dirty. Once or twice he grabbed mine back, but only
teasingly. I also used to hump my underwear clad dick and balls on his
muscled back. I loved the feel of my balls dragging along his sweaty
back. It was amazing! I often used to get a little chubby. He would laugh
it off saying "that was what being a guy was all about" as he smiled and
put me to bed. I would fall asleep contentedly.
     Wrestling times with my dad are some of the best memories I have. They
are also some of the hottest. I always thought my dad was a stud often
thinking of him when I beat off. He is a handsome Italian guy with a nice
tight body and a killer smile. He even has a sexy Italian name:
Angelo. Everyone call him Angel for short.
     He keeps himself fit. His chest is well developed and he has an ass to
die for. Two muscled mounds I'd love to stick my face between. His cock
isn't bad either. A normal six or seven inch schlong with a hood, nothing
monstrous. I've seen it a million times. He and I often talk together when
we are in the shower. He uses my bathroom because my mother says he makes
too much of a mess in their shared bathroom. I don't care. I jump at any
chance I can to get a look at my old mans goods.
      Take the other day for example. I came home after I was at my friends
house playing basketball and went up to my room. I heard the shower running
and walked into the bathroom. I made sure I didn't make any noise and stood
there watching through the frosted shower door as my father washed his hard
body and relaxed under the water. He had no clue I was in the same room. I
started rubbing my dick through the silky mesh nylon fabric of my
shorts. When the water stopped and the door slid open my dad didn't bat an
eye when he saw me standing there watching him get out of the shower. He
dried himself off while asking me about my day. I was in heaven when he
bent over to dry off his feet and I got a view of his asshole. It is so
perfect I wanted to drop to my knees and shove my tongue up into it at
once. I resisted and scanned the rest of his body taking note of every
ripple and hair. For a forty-six year old he has a killer body. He has a
killer body for any age really.
     Dad works in an office, but hasn't let himself go like some guys are
want to do. He works out religiously in our home gym with free weights and
runs just about every day. He really likes to work out.  I am often right
there by his side as he pumps weight. I love to see his muscles straining
as I spot him. I can't tell how many times I have dropped weights because I
have been so distracted watching my dad work himself into a sweaty,
testosterone pumped state. I wanted to lick all the sweat off him, but
didn't dare. He was by all accounts a real straight shooter. Many is the
time I caught him watching as a pretty girl strutted up the street. He
seemed all man and I was dying to drown in his manly cum.
      I have tried to figure out what makes him tick and think I know him
as well as anyone can know another person. For instance, I think he works
out to take his mind off other things. Other things like the fact that my
mother and he don't get along anymore. They haven't gotten along since I
was really young. They try and hide it from me, but any idiot would know
that they don't love one another anymore. I think they must stay together
for me. I don't know, we never talk about it. My mom is always away
somewhere, which is good. I love her and everything, but I am not as close
to her as I am to my dad. When she is here she seems miserable and
depressed all the time. They don't fight, but they don't talk too much
either.
      I was happy when Mom informed me that she would be spending the rest
of the Summer with my aunt and her family at their beach house. She tried
to get me to tag along, but I wanted to hang out with my friends and she
left without me. Dad and I were alone again, just the way I like it.
     We settled into our usual Friday night routine, ordering pizza and
watching a movie. Both of us were watching the movie when we noticed the
central air wasn't working because it was getting pretty warm pretty
fast. I said something to dad who had been nodding off and he went to
investigate.
     "Godamn junk!" I heard him shout as he walked back into the family
room. "Sorry, Son the air
 has gone kaput again. I will have to call the repair guys tomorrow. We'll
have to live with it for tonight.  Grab a fan from the attic and try and
make do. I'm going to turn in. Shut everything off down here when you go to
bed"he said as he turned and left the room.
     It must have been 90". I could feel the heat and knew I would never be
able to fall asleep with just a fan, but I had no choice. I shut everything
off and crawled into bed. I drifted in and out of sleep because of the
intense heat. Finally, I sat up two hours later deciding to go downstairs
to see if it was any cooler down there.
     I walked downstairs and headed into the kitchen where I noticed the
blue glare from the t.v. in the adjoining family room. My dad must not have
been able to fall asleep either. He smiled and asked me if I had trouble
sleeping in the heat too. I got a drink and sat at the counter shaking my
head in assent. I sat watching my dad. He was sprawled on the couch in
nothing but his underwear. I loved the way his package bulged in his tighty
whities. His big balls were laying to one side. I could see the outline of
his johnson and my own dick started to spring to life. In spite of or
because of the heat I wanted him so bad I decided that I would try
something on him.
     He noticed me staring and asked me what I was looking at. I told him I
was just remembering when he and I used to wrestle. He smiled and shook his
head.
     "How come we don't wrestle anymore? Like we used to?" I asked him.
     "Uh,. I thought you were getting a little too old for that" he
answered.
     "What do you mean? Are you afraid I might win a match on my own now?"
I challenged.
     "Huh, yeah right!" he retorted. "I just thought you wouldn't want to
anymore. You're not a kid anymore" he informed me.
     "Yeah, but coach said I could use all the practice and pointers I can
get. You would really be helping me out. We could do it right in here, just
move the coffee table over and push the chairs aside.  What else are you
going to do. It might make us both too tired to notice the heat and fall
asleep" I tried.
     He thought for a moment and got to his feet to move the coffee
table. I smiled and helped move the rest of the furniture out of the way
glancing over at his tight ass through his underpants.
     We agreed on the rules and asked him for a few pointers from his old
wrestling days before we began. He was eager to walk me through a few of
his favorite moves. I loved having my body pressed against his as he showed
me the moves that won him his trophies and medals. One time my face came in
contact with his sweaty armpits and I breathed in really deeply. I felt
woozy from the smell. It was still really hot and before long we were both
sopped with sweat. I was also getting more and more turned on.
     "Time for the real match to begin" I announced getting into
position. I was on top because at 190lbs dad had the clear advantage to my
165. It didn't take him long to throw me down and pin me. I liked it when
his hard, hairy pecks mashed together with my smooth ones. His pointed
nipples rubbing into mine. I was so distracted it was like I wasn't even
trying to pin him. Before I knew it he was looking into my eyes and
announcing: "Match one to me!"
     We got into position for the next round, but this time I decided was
going to try and flip him by reaching back through his legs and grabbing
his leg to lift it up pushing him off balance. I managed to do it, but it
helped that my hand pushed into his nut sack, like I planned. I landed on
top, but he threw me in no time.
     "I hope you put a little more effort into practice at school" He said
chiding me.
     I smiled and decided it was time to make things interesting. I was on
top and he said he would wait a few seconds before moving to: "help me out
a little". We were in position with him on his hands and knees and me above
him looking at his sweet ass cheeks though the wet fabric of his
underwear. I slid my fingers down into his tight ass valley, causing him to
rear up and push my hand away.
     "I don't remember that move being in any handbook" he said curtly.
     I looked down at his bulge and noticed movement. "It's a new one my
friends and I came up with" I told him.
     "Well, lets keep it clean or I'm going to bed!"
     I smiled and nodded. The next match went well, he was running out of
energy and I took the advantage. He was on top with my face staring up into
his sweaty crotch. I was tired of wrestling and decided to end the match
right there and then. I reached up to move his underwear out of the way so
that his cock flopped down into my face and my mouth lunged for it.
     "What the fuck are you doing!" he roared.
     My mouth continued to suck on his expanding rod. "Tony, stop! This
can't happen. Its not right" he said as I continued to slurp on his rod and
pull his ass in the direction of my face. He started to squirm to make me
lose my grip, but then a look of ecstasy overtook his face and he stopped
struggling and allowed me to suck his cock. His eyes were closed and he was
now pushing his dick in and out of my mouth while beginning to moan
lowly. My free hand reached behind him moving the cotton fabric away from
his ass cheeks. My fingers found his rosebud as I started to deep throat
him and began to caress and prod it. This brought more insistent moans and
lunges from my appreciative father. I began to work one finger into his hot
hole moving it around looking for his love button. It didn't take long for
me to find it. I gently began a rhythm in tune with his pistoning cock. He
was enjoying it so much he hunched back and put the weight of his upper
body on his arms. I was so turned on seeing his biceps flex and strain that
I began raping my finger back and forth across his prostate until he
grabbed my head shoving his dick deep into my throat to unload a geyser of
cum down my gullet. I slurped on his dick until I had lapped up every drop
of my dads seed.
     When he was through trembling and shaking I withdrew my finger and he
collapsed next to me on the floor in a sweaty heap. I rolled onto my side
to watch his chest heave. My fingers slid across his slick skin, through
his chest hair to tweak his nipple. He smiled at me. I leaned in and gave
him a kiss on his lips. My cock jumped when his tongue pushed into my mouth
and began grappling with my tongue. I couldn't believe my dream had come
true. Here I was having sex with my studly dad. I wanted to stay kissing
him for hours, but he broke the kiss and said: "I'm on top for this match"
he said pulling me up into position.
     "Wait! We don't need these anymore" he said removing his drenched
underwear. I was too happy to remove my own so he slid mine off for me.
     "That's better" he said slapping my bare ass. He was straddling me
when we began and took the opportunity to show me another one of his own
moves. I felt a finger enter my love tunnel and wiggle around. I looked
back at his grinning face and smiled myself when he said: "This is a move
my friends and I developed when we were your age" he said with a wink.
     "What else you got old man?" I asked him.
     He withdrew his finger and enveloped my body in his as he whispered
into my ear: "whoever gets the next pin wins the match and gets to fuck the
loser. What do you say?" he said huskily as he bit my earlobe.
     My body shuddered at the thought. I could feel his hard cock as he
rubbed it up and down my ass crack and against my hole. Our sweaty bodies
sliding across one another. I was eager to get the match over with so we
could get to the awards ceremony.
     I jabbed him in the ribs and threw him to the floor. I grabbed his leg
and lifted it into the air, but was distracted by the sight of his hole
winking up at me and he broke free.
     "Lets make this even more interesting" I said getting up and going
into the kitchen.
     Returning with a bottle of cooking oil I opened it and drizzled it all
over his body. We lubed each other up and began the match
again. Immediately I grabbed at his low hanging nut sac. He groaned and
reached for mine, giving it a long tug. I let go of his and he let go of
mine. We writhed around on the faux wood floor for at least fifteen
minutes. Our oiled bodies sliding across one another.  Our cocks and
assholes in each others faces as we grappled for supremacy. Finally, dad
scrambled up and got to my ankles to try and turn me on my belly. I was
stuck staring straight at his beautiful pucker, which is where I buried my
face. He looked up into the air with a look of pleasure as he released my
legs. I continued servicing his hole until I was sure he was distracted. To
make sure I shoved first one finger, then another up into his tight chute
massaging his prostate. He roared his approval as he moved up and down on
my digits. Grabbing his dick I eased him onto the floor with one hand on
his cock and the other shoved up his ass pinning him with no problem.
     "I guess you win" he smiled. "Go for it!"  I didn't have to be told
twice. I removed my fingers and he shoved his ass up into the air. It was
such a beautiful oily sight I had to spank it once. He liked it so much he
began gyrating his ass. I liked it too. I spanked it until it was red.
     "Spank your daddy's ass" he ordered me.  I obliged him giving him an
extra treat. I shoved first one, then two, then finally three fingers up
his love box. He bucked and writhed like an animal. I was amazed that this
big manly guy, my father was snorting and moaning like a bitch in heat. I
was loving every second of this!
     I slapped my cock on his ass cheeks to let him know the real fun was
about to begin. Slowly, I inserted my rod into his ass. He tensed up and
let out a sigh. I gave him a minute to adjust to the man meat shoved up his
itching rectum before I began to slide slowly in then slowly out of his
fuck chute.  The sensation was amazing! He shoved his ass higher in the air
and I got up on my feet and started to bang him hard. My balls were
slapping against his and sticking together. Both our balls were swinging
really low due to the heat. I loved the feel and the sound of my nuts
banging into his. I was in heaven.  We got a rhythm going and I was almost
there. Dads face was turned to the side and on the ground. He was moaning
really loudly and telling me to fuck him and shoot my load up his ass. I
was getting closer.  I was almost there, when he took advantage of my
impending orgasm to turn the tables. Before I knew what had happened I was
on the ground with Dad's dick shoved up my ass. I thought about protesting,
but then decided to enjoy the moment.
     "Never let your opponent get the better of you" he said as he shoved
his rod balls deep into my waiting love canal. "And never try and put one
on your old man" he said as impaled me on his cock. He moved his dick in
and out of me hitting my prostate with every stroke. He nudged my legs
wider apart so he could really go to town. He was jack hammering me pretty
good when I erupted and shot all over the floor beneath me. My clenching
asshole brought Dad over the edge as he slammed into me one last time and
dumped his cum into my suctioning ass. He made loud grunting noises as he
shot his load before collapsing on top of me. We stayed like that for
awhile, him lodged deep inside of me and me panting under him. He kissed my
neck as he withdrew his pud from my ass and his love goo oozed out of me. I
never wanted to get up from that cum soaked spot, but it was inevitable.
     We got up and cleaned up the mess that we made. Dad told me of the
encounters he had with other guys and told me he enjoyed our little
"wrestling match". We have had many other encounters since, which is
probably why I have become one of the best wrestlers in school. We have had
one problem though, explaining to Mom how the area rug in the family room
was stained with coking oil.  She always looks at the stain and crinkles
her forehead, while Dad and I give each other knowing glances and
surreptitiously grab each others crotches.

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