Father vs Son Wrestling

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As a teenager, I used to play wrestle around once in a while with my Dad. Nothing major, fully clothed, and short lived, but as an adult in my early 20s and renting a house in the country on my own, all of that changed as he had offered to come to help me switch out a refrigerator. I hadn't seen him in a few years. Our relationship became somewhat stifled after my parents divorced in my early teen years. I knew he liked wrestling as I've seen him wrestling around with cousins and a few of his coworkers when I was a kid. Most of his opponents in those bygone days remained clothed, but my Dad always had to strip off his shirt. He was built nice with huge biceps and a nice chest with tented nips. When I had telephone him a few days ago just to make a better attempt to keep in touch and rekindle some type of a relationshipwith him, he offered to come over to give me a hand when I told him about the refrigerator situation. I lived in a rental home secluded from everything down in the country and appreciated his offer. To make a long story short, after we swapped out the fridge, we walked outside as I showed him the property. There was huge private open field behind the house and he commented on how it would be nice for a party or other things. As he stared out to the field, out of the blue, he had asked me if I ever wrestled with any friends in the field. I told him I hadn't and that I didn't really wrestle. He kind of looked at me and made some kind of comment about how it would be nice to roll around with another guy for tests of strength. I told him I wasn't very strong at all and he replied with "well, we can check it out and I can teach you a few moves." I was rather stunned at this request and answered with "Oh, I don't know." He assured me it would be fun and that he wouldn't hurt me, so I agreed. When I said "okay," he immediately stripped off his shirt. I couldn't help but stare at his upper torso, chiseled with that "Dad bod" look and extremely erect nips. He told me to lose my shirt. I was reluctant at first, but then he approached me and grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. He took a step back away from me, checking me out, and after a few minutes of silence and looking at me, he nodded his head and said "Okay." We started to walk to the center of the field, all the while he kept assuring me that it would be fun and how he hadn't wrestled in a while but had been having the urges to. When we reached an appropriate spot, he said "this is good." He looked around and asked if I had recently mowed the lawn, which I had. He then suggested, we strip off our jeans so we wouldn't get grass stain on them. Before I agreed, he already began kicking off his shoes and unfastening the top of his jeans. I was a bit more shy and just stood there watching him as he stripped down to his tighty whities, which revealed a nice hanging bulge. It was then I realized how much I actually wanted to roll with him and how hot it would be, so I also stripped down to a pair of black breifs. I was already beginning to grow somewhat down there, but did what I could to conceal it. My Dad took notice and told me not to worry about it, that it was a natural thing. He then took a wrestling stance and invited me to come at him. Not knowing what I was doing, I ran right for him, but he grabbed me and turned me around and had his huge arms wrapped around my waist, pressing me into his body. As my ass pressed against his body, I could feel that he also was a bit harder as his cock pressed against my ass. He released me and told me to try again, but showed me a technique how not to get caught in that position, which worked for me by the third try. He then dropped to the ground on his hands and knees and told me to get behind him and try to flip him. I saw the huge tent now that shot out effortlessly in his breifs, and grabbed my own now fully erect cock to adjust it in my own breifs so it protruded out nicely. I was no longer nervous or embarrassed and wanted to show him so. He looked at the front of my breifs, smiled and said, "Let's go." I dropped to my knees behind his ass and reached my arms around his upper torso, my now hard cock pressed into his ass cheeks. As he said, "whenever you're ready," I felt him press his ass harder into my cock. I immediately struggled to flip him onto his back, but he finally allowed me to do so and as we rolled around grappling in the grass, we both started punching each other in the chest, the gut, the sides. I was breathing heavily when he was on his back and I was on top of him where he had me in a choke hold until he finally released me. When we stood up, I saw that all the rolling around we did had twisted his tighty whities somewhat to the side and his beautiful thick cock was now halfway exposed out of the side of his underwear. He didn't bother hiding it. We both just tood there, both of our chests heaving for breath, me staring intently at his beautiful hard cock shining in the sun, and his eyes on my cock which was so hard that it stretched the top band of my underwear away from my waist as it protruded outward and upward. Nothing was spoken. It was as if we had both turned into something else. As he continued to stare at my dick, he grabbed his halfway exposed dick completely out of the side of his underwear in full view, where it reached longly forward to me, as if inviting me to taste it. My Dad stool before me, fists clenched at his side, chest heaving and dick standing at full attention as I stood there, licking my lips, and taking in this specimen of a man, who I no longer considered my father, but an actual opponent. With that thought, I grabbed the crotch of my underwear and ripped it in half, allowing my manhood to now be exposed to face his. We began to circle each other, and things began to get heavy. The wrestling turned into brawling, with fists making contact to each other's bodies, cocks flopping and oozing out precum. We took it to the ground once again, both of us ripping each other's underwear off and slapping each other's asses. My Dad then grabbed my nips with his mouth, his tongue slurping around it, sucking it, and I just about shot my load. I love having a man suck of my tits. But I wanted to taste his too, and positioned myself over him so that we both could enjoy each other's tits at the same time. Apparenly my Dad enjoyed it as much as I did as he moaned and trusted his cock over and over, fucking the air. I couldn't take it anymore and slowly slid my body lower onto his so that his dick was now in my face, and mine was in his. I grabbed his cock with my hand, wiping it all over my face, sniffing every inch of his 7 inches. But when I slid down his cock, my Dad didn't waste any time in taking my cock and placing it in his mouth. Oh my God, he was the best cock sucker I'd ever had. He sucked, slurped, moaned and ate my dick with such tenacity, it was all I could do to prevent myself from exploding. I wasn't ready for it to to end until I opened my mouth and took his enormous cock in to feed on. As we sucked each other off in 69 fashion, the fists continued to fly, mostly making contact to our sides and chest. It didn't take long and I exploded all over my Dad's face. He then pushed me off of him and stood up, grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to me knees and forced my head onto his cock. He fucked my mouth so hard I was gagging and he pulled out just in time to cum all over my chest. After regaining regular consciousness, he reached his hand out to me to pull me up and gave me a big bear hug. We picked up our clothes from the grass, headed back into the house and took a shower. That was the beginning of a new type of relationship between my father and myself that lasted for years.

amazing story, thanks for writing it riverrat