After many wrestling battles with my Dad, there came a time when I just wasn't into it anymore. I don't know why, because we were always extremely turned on with each other when fighting erotically. I think I was realizing what I was doing and began to feel guilty about it. Guilty because even though we always ended up naked and hard, nothing more ever occured other than some mutual jacking off. And I was wanting a little more. I always wanted to suck him, but he wouldn't allow it. True, there were times where our faces were in each others crotches, and I licked him a time or two, but that was all. During this time of my resistance, he had called several times tempting me with a fight, but I had given excuses of unavailability when he would suggest it. I thought I should just give it a break for a while. After about a month of avoiding his invitations for a match, he had apparently had enough of being put off and showed up at my house one fall morning. I was off from work this particular day and was surprised when I opened the door to see him standing there. He was shirtless, as he always is, and wearing jeans and a toboggan. Even in 40° temperatures, there he stood, shirtless and looking sexy as all hell. My dad only wore a shirt whenever it was appropriate, otherwise, he was bare chested. I think I inherited that trait from him, as 85% of the time, I am also shirtless. My dad had a great upper torso, and flaunted it all the time. Even in public if a shirt was needed, it was almost always sleeveless and unbuttoned exposing his chest and arms...he liked having people check him out. And as he stood there on my porch, I was indeed checking him out. True, his body was one I've seen many times before, and I couldn't control the twitch in my cock as I stared at him. Something about this man always had a primal effect on me, but I decided to stand my ground to resist.
I invited him in and as he took a seat in the living room, I brought him a cup of coffee. We started talking nonchalantly about nothing in particular, all the while my eyes looking directly at his chest and nipples. I couldn't help but lick my lips a couple of times as my mind brought forth memories of the many hot matches we have had over the years. We both had enjoyed nipple play and sucking on them, as he felt that never really overstepped the boundaries. He noticed my desire and made a comment about it, stating that if I wanted to go for a couple of rounds, he was ready. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold back, but I changed the subject. He seemed not only disappointed, but irritated and upset. After about another 10 minutes, he finally stood up, and I did as well, planning to walk him to the door because I thought he was ready to leave since I hadn't expressed an interest in rolling with him. But, as he stood directly in front of me, I soon discovered the reason for his irritability. I was wearing jeans and a sleeveless button down shirt, and he grabbed the collar of my shirt and tore it open, popping every button from it and screamed at me, "I've told you time and again, you need to man up and show some skin!" He always insisted I was bare chested. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and let out a moan of ecstasy as he grabbed my nipples and began squeezing them. He knew that my nipples were directly connected to my cock like his were, and I couldn't help but begin to stiffen in my jeans. Although I was enjoying his play, I felt my fists curl up at my sides, which was an automatic reaction with this man. After a couple of minutes of enjoying this sensation, I pushed him back and put my fists up. He did as well, and we began circling each other, throwing jabs into each other's chests and stomachs, trash talking in raised voices to each other in a heightened sense than ever before. Growling, screaming obscenities, beating the crap out of each other...it had been a long time that we had fought each other, and the length of time that had passed since our last match afforded us to be more animalistic than ever. We jumped on each other, pounding
on each other and rolling around like a couple of sex deprived idiots. After about 20 minutes of this, we stood up and stripped down to nudity, our hard dicks protruding wildly challenging each other. Our match became more of a fight, rather than wrestling, as we pounded on each other wherever we could hit, even after taking it to the floor. I didn't realize how much I had missed this and the feel of his naked body and hard cock pressed against mine, and the look of a madman on his face. Any guilt I had experienced before dissipated as we had attacked each other. This struggle continued for maybe a half an hour or more, and he finally stood up in front of me while I remained on my knees. When it comes to my Dad's dick, I can't control myself. It was a beautifully proportioned dick, thick and about 7" long with a nice rounded mushroom head. I plunged my face into his cock, sniffing it and licking it like I had done so many times in the past. That was all he would ever allow. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me as hard as he could into his crotch, rubbing his dick all over my face. The testosterone between us was pumping heavily, more so than ever before, and before I even realized what was happening, he threw me to the floor, lying next to me in a 69 position. Although our cocks had found their way into each others' faces throughout the many years of our battles, we had never been in this position, and I was shocked. Was what I had longed for in so many years really about to happen? Yes! He started it, by grabbing my cock and milking it as he sniffed it, and the next thing I know, I felt his warm lips wrap around my enraged dick as he continued punching into me. I moaned in ecstasy, and soon found my own mouth wrapped around him, also giving back the punches into his hot body. Our heads were bobbing erratically as we both enjoyed the blow jobs. I felt him getting ready to shoot his load, which in turn excited me to the point where I was about to. We both pulled out of each others mouths and shot all over each other simultaneously. I had wanted to suck him for years, but never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought he had been longing to suck me off as well. It was awesome and I have never experienced such a great form of eroticism with any other man I have ever wrestled. He remained at my house visiting for the remainder of the day and offered to help me with a chore I needed to take care of outside. We threw our jeans back on, but never our shirts, even though it was pretty cold, and headed outside for a while. And wouldn't you know, about 2 hours later as we were outside, he started trash talking to me again and he was up for another round.
Good hot story, this is exactly what this group should be about! Not older vs younger roleplay and countless personal ads, but stories and memories of REAL fathers and sons fighting each other for competition, to settle an argument or for erotic fun.
Thanks for posting it, hope you'll write a follow up, including some cockfighting as well.
riverrat (2)
10/15/2018 3:02 PMAfter many wrestling battles with my Dad, there came a time when I just wasn't into it anymore. I don't know why, because we were always extremely turned on with each other when fighting erotically. I think I was realizing what I was doing and began to feel guilty about it. Guilty because even though we always ended up naked and hard, nothing more ever occured other than some mutual jacking off. And I was wanting a little more. I always wanted to suck him, but he wouldn't allow it. True, there were times where our faces were in each others crotches, and I licked him a time or two, but that was all. During this time of my resistance, he had called several times tempting me with a fight, but I had given excuses of unavailability when he would suggest it. I thought I should just give it a break for a while. After about a month of avoiding his invitations for a match, he had apparently had enough of being put off and showed up at my house one fall morning. I was off from work this particular day and was surprised when I opened the door to see him standing there. He was shirtless, as he always is, and wearing jeans and a toboggan. Even in 40° temperatures, there he stood, shirtless and looking sexy as all hell. My dad only wore a shirt whenever it was appropriate, otherwise, he was bare chested. I think I inherited that trait from him, as 85% of the time, I am also shirtless. My dad had a great upper torso, and flaunted it all the time. Even in public if a shirt was needed, it was almost always sleeveless and unbuttoned exposing his chest and arms...he liked having people check him out. And as he stood there on my porch, I was indeed checking him out. True, his body was one I've seen many times before, and I couldn't control the twitch in my cock as I stared at him. Something about this man always had a primal effect on me, but I decided to stand my ground to resist.
I invited him in and as he took a seat in the living room, I brought him a cup of coffee. We started talking nonchalantly about nothing in particular, all the while my eyes looking directly at his chest and nipples. I couldn't help but lick my lips a couple of times as my mind brought forth memories of the many hot matches we have had over the years. We both had enjoyed nipple play and sucking on them, as he felt that never really overstepped the boundaries. He noticed my desire and made a comment about it, stating that if I wanted to go for a couple of rounds, he was ready. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold back, but I changed the subject. He seemed not only disappointed, but irritated and upset. After about another 10 minutes, he finally stood up, and I did as well, planning to walk him to the door because I thought he was ready to leave since I hadn't expressed an interest in rolling with him. But, as he stood directly in front of me, I soon discovered the reason for his irritability. I was wearing jeans and a sleeveless button down shirt, and he grabbed the collar of my shirt and tore it open, popping every button from it and screamed at me, "I've told you time and again, you need to man up and show some skin!" He always insisted I was bare chested. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and let out a moan of ecstasy as he grabbed my nipples and began squeezing them. He knew that my nipples were directly connected to my cock like his were, and I couldn't help but begin to stiffen in my jeans. Although I was enjoying his play, I felt my fists curl up at my sides, which was an automatic reaction with this man. After a couple of minutes of enjoying this sensation, I pushed him back and put my fists up. He did as well, and we began circling each other, throwing jabs into each other's chests and stomachs, trash talking in raised voices to each other in a heightened sense than ever before. Growling, screaming obscenities, beating the crap out of each other...it had been a long time that we had fought each other, and the length of time that had passed since our last match afforded us to be more animalistic than ever. We jumped on each other, pounding
on each other and rolling around like a couple of sex deprived idiots. After about 20 minutes of this, we stood up and stripped down to nudity, our hard dicks protruding wildly challenging each other. Our match became more of a fight, rather than wrestling, as we pounded on each other wherever we could hit, even after taking it to the floor. I didn't realize how much I had missed this and the feel of his naked body and hard cock pressed against mine, and the look of a madman on his face. Any guilt I had experienced before dissipated as we had attacked each other. This struggle continued for maybe a half an hour or more, and he finally stood up in front of me while I remained on my knees. When it comes to my Dad's dick, I can't control myself. It was a beautifully proportioned dick, thick and about 7" long with a nice rounded mushroom head. I plunged my face into his cock, sniffing it and licking it like I had done so many times in the past. That was all he would ever allow. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me as hard as he could into his crotch, rubbing his dick all over my face. The testosterone between us was pumping heavily, more so than ever before, and before I even realized what was happening, he threw me to the floor, lying next to me in a 69 position. Although our cocks had found their way into each others' faces throughout the many years of our battles, we had never been in this position, and I was shocked. Was what I had longed for in so many years really about to happen? Yes! He started it, by grabbing my cock and milking it as he sniffed it, and the next thing I know, I felt his warm lips wrap around my enraged dick as he continued punching into me. I moaned in ecstasy, and soon found my own mouth wrapped around him, also giving back the punches into his hot body. Our heads were bobbing erratically as we both enjoyed the blow jobs. I felt him getting ready to shoot his load, which in turn excited me to the point where I was about to. We both pulled out of each others mouths and shot all over each other simultaneously. I had wanted to suck him for years, but never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought he had been longing to suck me off as well. It was awesome and I have never experienced such a great form of eroticism with any other man I have ever wrestled. He remained at my house visiting for the remainder of the day and offered to help me with a chore I needed to take care of outside. We threw our jeans back on, but never our shirts, even though it was pretty cold, and headed outside for a while. And wouldn't you know, about 2 hours later as we were outside, he started trash talking to me again and he was up for another round.
BillDad (0)
10/20/2018 2:53 AM(In reply to this)
Sounds like you finally got some much-needed relief from your old dad. CONGRATS!
rassler (4)
10/15/2018 4:30 PM(In reply to this)
Good hot story, this is exactly what this group should be about! Not older vs younger roleplay and countless personal ads, but stories and memories of REAL fathers and sons fighting each other for competition, to settle an argument or for erotic fun.
Thanks for posting it, hope you'll write a follow up, including some cockfighting as well.