Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2010 09:47:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Dad Wrestles Me Part 5 First of all, thanks so very much to everyone who has written me about these stories. I appreciate all the comments, whether positive (many) or negative (none) or a combination (many). This is a labor of love. The stories are based upon my Dad and me. As you guys know, I get no money for writing these stories and I am writing them in my spare time. They are a tribute to my Dad and were supposed to be done before Father's Day. Not. They are fiction, unfortunately. I am writing them for a Yahoo group whose moderator has been an online friend for several years. I've never helped him and his groups until now. In fact, I've never helped Nifty either until now. I guess the guilt of reading Nifty stories since it first appeared and not trying to write has finally caught up with me. I've written a lot of non-fiction in my job and do lots of reports. This is the first time I've ever tried to write fiction (although based on reality). I am finding this very humbling and I'm grateful for any comments. I guess what sort of scares me at times is how the stories and characters take lives of their own. I think I know how this story and the next (and last one?) will end up but don't really know how they'll end until I write them out. I am guessing that these stories will not make the Yahoo groups moderator happy. Apologies to him in advance. However, we'll see. Apologies to anyone else who is unhappy with the direction the stories take. However, they really do come out as they want to. I'm not always in complete control of how they emerge. Please look at the "Dad Wrestles Me" series to understand where this story comes from. This story has no lead in and continues from 4(A). Hope everyone enjoys at least parts of this! What the fuck? What the fuck is savate? I've seen some Brazilian jiu jitsu on line. Found that hot. But what the fuck is savate? My Dad never ceases to surprise me. I never have thought of him as being such a smart guy and so knowledgeable about all kinds of things, including martial arts. My mistake. Obviously, he's trying to keep me unbalanced. I guess I shouldn't be surprised but I am. The last round sounds like something we've already done. But what does he think he's doing with that? By now I can guess that he must have plans for a sex wrestling round, too. But what are they? Damn! He obviously knows how to make me angry, unbalanced, and anxious. I read the Wikipedia entry on savate and got some kind of clue from that. I then tackled him (metaphorically) when I had a few, rare, minutes alone with him. "Sorry, Dad, but why savate? Have you ever done a savate match?" "No", he said. "However, I've always wanted to do it since reading about it in Jules Vernes' "Around the World in 80 Days" when the French valet (and hero) Passepartout used savate as a superior martial arts form to British boxing." Now, imagine that my Dad knows this kind of thing, too. The world is spinning. I'm feeling seriously undereducated, too. I'll get over it though. LOL. Oh well, he's making the rules for this match. I had my two turns and now it's his last turn. As I started to turn away, deep in thought, he stopped me. Turns out he did have a question for me, too. He gave me his intense, searching, look and said, "I know I said that I hope that your boxing instructor can be your second. UmmÉhave you guys?" I think I got his question and flushed. "I'm sorry Dad. I'm a virgin in terms of women and anyone else. I've never had unsafe sex, if that's what you're asking." He then smiled openly. What had I just admitted? Did that have anything to do with the last round, assuming I survived the first two? Sigh. So, I need to go back and tackle Don and get help with something like kickboxing and maybe BJJ. Don is the man. He knows about fighting. He's helped me big time with boxing as well as with sex fighting, LOL again. He probably has contacts through his gym and all the guys there who could help me. Seems like lots of guys there are into lots of martial arts. He's intimated that the guys there are from all ethnicities as well. Maybe there are some Thai Muy Thai guys and some Brazilians, too. Who knows? Could be anyway. I'm going to have to talk to him. And, yes, thinking about Don fighting with guys at the gym is quite hot. I'm sure his fights with them would be worth seeing! But I'm also now thinking that Don and I, we've got to talk about "us". Shit. I'm 20 years old. There is no us. I've barely had anything like sex before now. I know lots of people get married early when they love each other. But I've never loved anyone besides my Dad and that hasn't always been easy either. I think, though, that Don loves me in some way and I guess I'm supposed to love Don but how can I when I don't know what love means? Fuck, I'm screwed. My Dad has won our match unless I can talk to Don. Don's given me all kinds of help with nothing asked. We have had fun with each other but I don't know if there's something else there or not. I do think I need to give him something else back but don't know what that is. Oh, shut up Dave. I know I'm starting to ramble and am not sure I'm making sense. Fuck, maybe I'm worried for nothing. I guess I just gotta go find out. Not like I am spoiled for choice. I finally called Don and set up a meeting after my library "inventory" (my excuse for not seeing him) was done. He welcomed me into his apartment. He was so hot as always. My cock got hard just looking at him and remembering what we had done together. He looked at me with an intense stare and seemed to know immediately that something was wrong. "What's happening, dude?" he asked. His look of concern was so genuine I almost lost it. I shuddered and tried to pull myself together. I looked in his baby blues for a minute and finally decided to tell the truth. If he kicked me out in horror at what Dad and I had done that would just have to be the way it was. "Dude," I said, "I need to tell you what's going on. Sort of involved. You see, my Dad and I were working out at the beginning of the summer and I started giving him grief. The next thing I knew we were wrestling big time and we wound up doing the same kind of thing you and I've done after fighting." I ignored his shocked expression and uplifted eyebrows as much as I could and stumbled on. "And we're also into this macho fighting thing. We both want to somehow win over the other and be the man. But at the same time we know we love each other and the fighting is bonding us together. Fuck, Don, I don't know if this makes sense or not. I'm not talking very well. We've had three matches where neither one of us won and now Dad has challenged me to a final three round fight which will have a winner. First round is French savate, second is Brazilian jiu jitsu, and third is oil wrestling. I want to beat him but I'm going to be killed if I don't know how to fight in this kind of fight. Do you know anything about this stuff? I mean, you know what I know about boxing and I'm not bad at wrestling, butÉ" I finally stopped looking at the floor and dared to raise my eyes up to meet his. He was looking at me with such a variety of expressions that I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Obviously he couldn't either. He took a minute to sort it all out, I guess, before answering me. "You and your Dad?" he said. "Yeah", I answered, looking him right in the eyes, daring him to jeer at me or even attack me. However instead of lashing out at me he sort of seemed to crumple and he sort of slumped onto the couch and put his head between his hands. Well, that was the last reaction I expected. This blond boxer stud had collapsed on himself. Hesitantly, I went over to the couch and, not knowing what to do, put my arm around him. To my amazement he was quietly sobbing. "Dude", I said, "What's wrong?" It took him a while but he finally gathered himself together and gave me a weak smile. He leaned into me as if I gave him some kind of comfort, too. "I'm sorry, Dave. You didn't know. My Dad died last year from a heart attack. He was overweight, out of shape, and drank too much. He wasn't a happy man. He made fun of me all the time. He was a mean and unhappy man. I was sort of glad when he died. But you talking about your Dad, your bonding and fighting with himÉ I'm sorry. I never cried for my Dad's death. I never had a bond with my Dad like you have. Now I never will. That all just hit me. I'm sorry again." I just held him then and hugged him as hard as I could. He eventually calmed down. He then took my face in his hands and drew me close. His mouth found mine and we kissed with real passion with our tongues battling together. We both then went at each other. Our clothes were ripped off and we finally were naked together. We attacked each other's hard cock and both came almost immediately in each other's mouth. Wow, what just happened here? We both came to earth finally. Don was now snuggled up against me with his head on my chest. We were still panting a bit from the wild sex bout. He looked up at me and grinned. "I'll help you get ready to fight your Dad. I know some guys at the gym who can help. I'll get them to train you in Muy Thai and BJJ. However, I'll work with you on the oil wrestling myself." He grinned even bigger then. Well for the next few weeks I spent every moment I could at Don's gym, which I had to join. I worked out with Phillip on the Muy Thai and Jo‹o on the BJJ. (Yeah, Jo‹o is Portuguese for John. You pronounce it sort of as Joe-ow, sticking the syllables tightly together and talking through your nose! However, the first consonant is less like the English "j" and more like the French "j" as in "je". Actually, just forget it, ok? You can listen to someone say on the web if you really want to say it rightÉ) Both guys were hot of course. I mean in-shape younger guys are hot by definition, right? But don't get your hopes up. I didn't do anything sexual with them. I was at a public gym you know. And I had to focus on learning yet more martial arts to avoid getting killed. And they pushed me hard. Plus Don was watching me and working out with the guy I wasn't working out with. Then we'd go back to his apartment and practice some of the moves together. I still wasn't sure what I was feeling for him. However, we were both so focused on getting ready for my fight with Dad that I could avoid thinking about that. And yes, he did eventually get some oil for us to work on the oil wrestling, too. The first times we stripped down naked and oiled up and wrestled I came within minutes of locking up with Don's hot body. This was SO not going to work. Eventually, I got used to the feeling and could hold off and felt pretty pleased with myself. However, then Don "cheated" and would try to grab my cock and jack me off. I managed to figure out how he moved to do that and started to go after his cock, too. We went at it furiously for a while and finally stopped with nobody cumming. Yes! Along with my progress with Phillip and Jo‹o, I was making progress (in sex fighting anyway) with Don. Anyway, I finally was starting to feel like I might take Dad after all. I had also by now asked Don if he would be my second for the match. He accepted with real pleasure. I knew by now that he was super curious to meet my Dad. I think he also figured that this match would be hot as hell, especially if it went to the third round, and didn't want to miss that, no way, no how! Grin. Finally the day came. Dad drove me to Steve's house again. Again we didn't speak in the car. We were both getting ready to fight and needed to get our minds ready for what would be the final match between us. I could tell he looked in even better shape than for our last match though, even in his polo shirt and jeans. He must have been working out as much as he could, too. Looks like we'll be very evenly matched. I went into the same dressing room as before, to find that Don was already there. He looked very excited but also looked intensely at me to be sure I was ready, too. I gave him a nod and looked around to see what else was there. I opened the small closet and saw two pair of long, royal blue, boxing shorts and matching robes and real cups. No boots so our feet would be free for kicks. Ok, this time was for real then. I realized Don was going to be dressed like me, too, as my "second". What was that all about anyway? Why did I need a second for, to drag me out if I got flattened? It doesn't matter. Don and I stripped and admired each other's naked body and then got dressed in fighting gear. The blue matched his eyes somehow and set off both his blond hair and my auburn hair. Good choice by somebody. We then walked slowly down the hall and opened the door onto the brilliantly illuminated ring. As soon as we walked into the ring room a loudspeaker started to blare out the fight song of the college Don and I went to. Cute. We walked up to the ring and climbed the steps up to the ring, climbed between the ring ropes and then walked over to the blue corner. Yeah, easy to see where we were supposed to go. After we got to our corner I started to stretch and Don rubbed my shoulders through my robe. Then the music changed to what must have been my Dad's college's fight song. The door opened again and he came in wearing a white robe with Steve dressed the same way. He had an intense look and looked ready to rumble. Steve had a stern look on his face, too, as he followed Dad into the ring to the white corner. Finally an old man, maybe in his 60's came into the ring room, too. But this was a very hot old man. He was wearing a sleeveless ref striped tee with a low V neck that clung to his barrel chest and showed off his big biceps. He was Steve's height and, suddenly, when I looked at them I realized they looked a lot alike. Ah, this must be Steve's Dad! He looked like he'd be tough on the mats still, too! He went to the center of the ring and announced the fight. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Today's main event is a three round mixed martial arts fight to determine who is the number one man in the Ledge family. This is a grudge match between Father and Son. The Father and the Son have fought three times before with no winner. Today we will have a winner and we will see who is the better man. In the first round we will have a savate match. If both contenders can continue, the second round will be a Brazilian jiu jitsu match. And if both contenders can continue after the second round the final round will be an oil wrestling match, with the first man to cum losing the match and fight. If neither man cums in the third round, the winner will be selected based upon points earned in the first two rounds. In the blue corner we have Dave Ledge, the Son, weighing in at 184 pounds, being 6 feet in height, and twenty years of age. I give you Dave Ledge, the Son!" My music blared suddenly again. I shucked off my robe into Don's arms and pranced around the ring showing off my hard young man's body with my new muscles and mass. I had certainly grown into my body this summer. People back at school won't recognize me, especially when I take off my shirt to throw Frisbee around the quad, I thought and grinned. Dad, Steve, and the ref certainly were impressed. They couldn't keep their eyes off of me and gave me the full looking over several times. I laughed out loud at their lustful expressions. But I also was bursting with pride. I knew I looked good, but to have my Dad admire me that way was the best of all. The ref was continuing, "He is ably backed by his best friend and future roommate, weighing in at 180 pounds, being 5 feet 10 inches in height, and also twenty years of age! I give you Don Jordan!" Future roommate? I looked puzzled but realized that I couldn't imagine having anyone else as a roommate. And yes, I guess he was now my best friend, too! It was my turn to grab his robe as he shook it off and did his dance around the ring. I looked at Dad and Steve and saw they were equally impressed with Don and his hot boxers' body. I even saw Dad look at me and wink. Shit. I blushed scarlet in the way only red heads can do. Well, at least it was obvious he approved of Don. "Ladies and Gentlemen", the ref said after Don had come back to my corner and resumed rubbing my shoulders. "In the white corner we have the Dad, Jay Ledge. Weighing in at 196 pounds, being 6 feet 2 inches of height and 55 years of age. I give you Jay Ledge, the Father!" His music blared now from the speakers and his white robe came off to show his newly hard body. Damn he was hot! He had lost the whole gut now. He looked twenty years younger than he had at the start of the summer! I guess our fights and rivalry were as good for him as they were for me! His chest was newly hard and while still a barrel he had a new rack that showed off his hard pink nipples. He showed off his guns, too. Maybe bigger than mine even as well as his newly tight calves and thighsÉ One seriously hot dudeÉ I actually beamed at him. I was so proud of him, too. This hot, mature, virile stud was my Dad! He smiled back at me and came over to my corner. "Like what you see, boy? This Dad body is going to be all yours, naked, if you can last that long." And he licked his lips and leered at me. Thank God for the cup! I could feel myself getting hard despite it. But I wasn't going to let him get away with the last word. "Oh yeah? Well this hard man's body is going to get you down and rub his man cock in your face, dude!" He smiled even more at that. Oops, mistake! If I had my cock in his face that might turn me on enough to cum and lose. I had better rethink my strategy for that round if I got that far! "The Dad is ably seconded by his best friend and my son, Steve Johnson, who weighs in at 185 pounds, being five feet ten inches of height and being 42 years of age. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Steve Johnson!" It was Steve's turn to strip and show off his hairy chest with the dark hair matching his own. He looked even firmer now that at our last match. Only his dark nipples stood out from his hairy rack. Jeez, what a room full of hot men of all ages, and all hair colors! With my Dad's sandy hair and Steve's Dad's battleship grey hair, we had it all. And what muscle all the way around the room, too! If anyone filmed this match and sold it, it would be a top seller! The ref then finished, "Your referee and umpire for today's fight is John Johnson!" So he's the son of a John and a John andÉ Stop it, Dave. Don't lose your focus. The ref then called Dad and me to the center of the ring. He explained the rules of savate to us. Finally he looked at us and asked if we were ready to fight. We both nodded and went to our corners for our gloves. After we got them on and faced each other the ref rang the bell and the fight was on! We circled each other looking for an opening. Suddenly Dad threw a kick at me. I jumped back and avoided it. I tried a counter and hit his leg with mine and blocked him. He looked startled. I'm almost as heavy as he is now and neither one of us could push the other away with our legs. That made me smile. We feinted with our legs for a while, neither connecting as we kept our distance. Finally he closed in quickly and we started to pummel each other. Well, hot damn, my work with Don was paying off. I was able to stand toe to toe with Dad and give as good as I got. We both landed some hard hits. We'd be sore tomorrow I could tell already. My left chest was already red and hurting but he was breathing harder than I was and his right chest showed marks, too. Neither one of us scored big time but while I was standing up to Dad I wasn't winning either. His slightly longer reach was also starting to work against me, too. I finally pushed him away and got out to kicking distance again. After more inconclusive kicks, I finally did my secret move. I spun around quickly, kept spinning, and jumped towards him and let out with a roundhouse kick at the end of the spin. I caught him off balance and surprised and I kicked him hard in the gut. He fell to the canvas, supine, with a huge `oof'. Was this it? Had I won so fast? The ref started the 10 count. Boy, was he slow and deliberate in his count. I started to sweat harder and get even more anxious as I saw my Dad slowly get to his feet. Once Dad was back on his feet the ref took his hands, pushed him to the corner, and asked him if he wanted to go on fighting. Of course he said yes. He certainly wasn't going to lose that easily. We touched gloves again and circled once more. He wasn't getting too close now. He knew what my kick could do. Every time I feinted that I was going to do the same move again he jumped back to the ropes. I was starting to have fun now and smiled. That infuriated him. He came back closer to me and started to throw lots of kicks at me. He forgot though that though he's taller, we have almost the same leg length even if his arms are a bit longer than mine. We both have pretty short legs for our height but big trunks to give us our heights. He made the mistake of leaving his body open after another failed kick and I struck as fast as a rattlesnake and kicked him in the gut again. This time he only fell to his knees but the ref started the ten count anyway. Dad got to his feet slowly again. I went to my corner to await the result, not daring to hope yet that I had won after so many weeks of fighting and training. The ref took Dad's hands again and pushed him to his white corner once again. Once again he asked if Dad wanted to "retire" from the "combat". Once again Dad said he wanted to go on fighting. To my surprise as soon as he emerged from his corner and we touched gloves, he charged me and started to swing hard punches. Here, his reach did help him. If he'd done this in our boxing match, he'd have knocked me to the canvas quickly. I've gotten a lot better though with my constant sparring with Don. I kept ducking and bobbing and covering my body and making him keep chasing me. Finally he left himself open once again from his frustration at not putting me down and not landing a KO punch. I got a quick uppercut to his chin and he went down one more time. Once more the ten count and once more the question of wanting to retire from the combatÉ This time I could tell he had lost his temper. He charged me again and kept swinging and swinging but landing no killer punches through my defense until the bell rang for the end of the round. Yes!!!!! We were both panting and heaving big time. I had gotten hit but nothing like what I'd done to Dad. I could tell Dad was in pain, was angry as a result, and wanted to beat the shit out of me. He sure as heck didn't want to stop fighting then. The ref actually had to push Dad back to his corner and make him sit. Steve took Dad's face in his hands. I could tell he was telling him to calm down and regain his temper. He was telling him to get over losing and getting beaten. On the other hand, I sat in my corner, totally satisfied. I had beaten Dad with superior skill and strategy. I had won the round!!! Yes!!! Don could tell that from my shit-eating grin. However, he took MY face in his hands and told me the fight was a long way from over and to sober up and focus on the fight. That took the wind out of my sails all right. I decided to breathe in and out and concentrate on what I needed to do in the second round. However I did make a mental note to buy a nice thank you present for Phillip for his help. I had a feeling Don might want another kind of present to thank him for his help, though! LOL. The ref came to the center of the ring for his next announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the indisputable winner of the first round, I give you the Son, Dave Ledge!" I stood up and made the victory gesture with my hands raised and clasped, strutting around the ring enjoying Dad's glare full of anger and defiance. "However", the ref continued, "since both contenders can continue and have indicated their desire (he leaned on that word!) to continue we will proceed to the second round of Brazilian jiu jitsu. Gentlemen, strip to your cups and prepare to wrestle!" What? All right. I slowly stripped down to my cup and bare ass. I watched as Dad did, too. At least I was no longer embarrassed to be nearly naked in public. Clearly he wasn't either. At a sign from the ref both Don and Steve also stripped to their cups to mirror us. Wow! Almost too much male pulchritudeÉ I had to think of ugly teachers, math problems, and physics equations to keep from being overwhelmed by the expanse of gorgeous flesh. I kept doing breathing exercises to stop myself from getting too excited, too. Finally, I tried to recall what Jo‹o had taught me about BJJ, too. Too soon the ref called Dad and me to the center of the ring again. I looked him over. I could tell he was hurting some. I had gotten to him. But what a fucking hot man I was going to get my hands on now. Stop that train of thought and concentrate, man! He's bigger than you and heavier. You've got to be smart. The ref explained the rules of BJJ to us and then motioned us to our corners. After a count of ten he told us to come out and wrestle! I could tell Dad hadn't totally calmed down from losing the first round to me. I guessed that he had thought he would beat me with the unusual MMA in the first round and KO me. I don't know if he had planned much for this round as a result. However, I had taken this round as seriously as the first and had worked hard at BJJ. I mean Jo‹o still beat me often enough but I was able to get a draw with him now often, too. Once I had even beaten him. That had made him very happy. I didn't understand that reaction at first but I guess teachers of any type always want their students to do very well! We circled again for a while, looking for any kind of opening. I watched Dad's gut to get clues as to where he would go, taking Jo‹o's advice. When he finally lost his patience, being still angry and thinking the bigger guy should always win, I saw what he was going to do. I back peddled as he charged and pushed his body onto the mat and got on top of him. I could feel his fury as I rode him and his big nearly naked muscle ass. I kept on top of him for a while, tiring him out even more. With every move he made I countered and stayed on top of him, watching his torso and butt to be able to predict his moves and using my balance to move and slide to stay on top. If I hadn't been almost his weight I think I would have made him even madder being the "flea" on top of the "dog". I finally got off him and went back to my feet and waited for him to close again. He was even madder now. He knew I had been toying with him. He knew he hadn't prepped enough for this kind of fight. I let him charge again and whirled around to step behind him and tackle him to the mat. I then got on top of him again and again ground my cup-bound crotch into his ass. I could see his body change color (he was nearly naked after all, grin!) as his anger and embarrassment took over his body. At this point I knew I could beat Dad in this round. He didn't know this type of fighting. I could so do any of several moves to make him tap out. I could make him "retire" from the combat. BJJ is one of the toughest of the martial arts. I had learned all kinds of moves to force submissions. However, Dad had been really nice to me the first times we fought. He had held back at times to allow me some pride and a draw when he could have crushed me with his weight along with my lack of experience. I decided to return that favor. Plus I was sort of curious to see how he thought he could win in the third round. I knew I was way ahead on points in this round, too. I knew he'd have to go for broke in the third round. Was I too cocky now? Was I just horny and wanted my Dad totally naked in oil? Did I just want him and his hot body slithering against mine to see if I could dominate him naked in oil, too? Oh fuck, stop thinking. I got off him and let him get back up. He was still flushed. He still knew I was toying with him. He was not quite ashamed but he was embarrassed. I figured there wasn't a lot of time left in this round. I decided to do the real BJJ offense which meant I was on my back and working my opponent on top of me. I wasn't going to make him tap out but would let him think he had controlled me and then would let him know I had him where I wanted him instead. Piece of cake. We locked up again. I let him manoeuver me so that he was on top and I was on the bottom locked up with him and his hot body. Still glad I had my cup on and he did, too. Yeah, I love his twin cock but I didn't want to feel it when we were really fighting and we were chest to chest and cock to cock. He smiled finally and thought he had won and had beaten me. Not. I started to do the real BJJ moves from the BJJ control position at that point. If he thought he had been in pain before, he was wrong. At this point I decided to punish him a bit. He hadn't taken me serious for this part of the fight and hadn't thought that I would be ready for him and might even beat him. I also decided to make him suffer a bit for all the times he had made me suffer in the past. He's a hot man and I love him. However, he had been distant and authoritarian in the past. I just wanted him to feel my hurt from that just a bit. I'm not too proud to admit that I loved the feeling of dominating my Dad either. For the first time in my life I was totally strong and totally in control of another man and this man was my Dad! I had always wanted my Dad to acknowledge me and respect me and love me openly. I had gotten the open love and acknowledgement this summer but still needed the respect. So, now I was finally going to get that, too. I also wanted him to feel a bit of the emotional pain he's caused me over the years through some physical pain now. Well, maybe the psychology doesn't work too well, but those were thoughts going through my head as I started to work my Dad over. So, I then pushed him through a lot of BJJ holds and dished out some real pain. I stopped just short of making him submit. I guess I was angry, too. He still didn't respect me, not really. He had finally showed me openly that he loved me and we had bonded. But I don't think he had really respected me quite yet and thought of me as an equal or even as a strong guy athletically. He had always been bigger and more experienced. He was always on top. Well, now, he was going to have to learn that his son was as good as he was and had worked even harder to be better. Dad knew he was out of his league this time. I pushed him very hard. I put him in pain and withdrew the pain. I could tell the ref knew I was in control this time, too. It was time Dad learned a lesson about his Son and learned to give him his due. And yes, you can teach an old dog, and even Dads, new tricks. When the bell sounded to end this round I pushed Dad off of me. We both got up and stood up facing each other. I then smiled and gave my Dad a big hug. He flinched a bit at first and then relaxed and gave me a hot hug in return. I told him in a quiet voice that I had just repaid him back for the first time we fought. That finally brought back the smile to his pained and worried face. He knew immediately what I meant and knew then that I had trained for this round and knew he hadn't. He knew immediately that I had held back and not gone for a submission that would have made him quit the fight. I could then see his face light up as he considered the final round. OK. What's he gonna do? I mean he's gonna have to make me cum before he does to win the final round. Yeah, I know he's a lot older but he's got almost as much of a hair trigger as I do when naked with a guy working him over, based upon our cumming together in our earlier matches. And yes, the fact that we love each other makes us even more likely to cum quickly, too. The ref announced, "In another clear decision, Dave Ledge, the Son, wins the second round as well. The Father and Dad will have to win the third round completely and totally to win this fight. If there is a tie in this round, Dave Ledge, the Son, will win the fight." The ref pointed to Steve and Don. "Gentlemen, please prepare the ring for the third round." Steve then hopped out of the ring and Don followed. They both dragged a softer tarp into the ring between the bottom ropes and unfolded it and put it down in the middle of the ring. Wow, it was completely covered with oil and looked amazingly slippery. Now this I hadn't prepared for! Don and I had wrestled while oiled, but not on an oily surface. I wasn't sure how that would work. I looked up at Dad and he grinned big time at my furrowed brow. Some of his cockiness was coming back. The ref then spoke to Steve and Don. "Gentlemen, please prepare your fighters for this final round." Don looked sort of quizzically at Steve who nodded and then started to take Dad's cup off to release his big cock. Dad then stood there in all his glory and showed off his newly hard body. His cock wasn't erect yet, but still beautiful. Steve then got a bottle of oil and started applying it to Dad's smooth body. Don then followed Steve's lead and stripped me and then started oiling me up. The ref then announced that Dad and I needed to prepare our seconds as well. So we stripped them and oiled them up, too. Then the ref surprised me by stripping, too, and starting to oil himself up as well. I guess he was going to have to get on the tarp and get up close to make sure one of us had cum or something like that? Wow. I could see where Steve's hairy body came from. Only instead of Steve's dark hair, John had the same gray hair all over his chest and down into his crotch. I don't think I've ever seen a hotter man of his age. He was turning me on, too, and my semi-erect cock started to plump up. Time to think about Mrs. Hurst, my ugly algebra teacher, again! Grin. Sooner than I expected, all of us were completely oiled up and greasy and slippery. Our naked bodies gleamed in the strong lights of the ring room. We were surely somebody's (or many somebodies') fantasy come to life! LOL. At a motion from the ref, Dad and I slid towards him and each other in the center of the ring. "For this match you will abide by the regular rules of wrestling", he said. "There is no punching, hitting, or any kind of striking of blows in this contest, nor hair pulling nor eye gouging. The point of this contest is to make the other man cum and demonstrate your ability to dominate the other man. There is one special rule. You may not stroke the penis of the other man to make him cum. You may grasp his penis. You may use his penis in a hold on him but you may not jack him off. However you may use every other part of your body in any way you wish to succeed in your fight. Good luck, gentlemen. May the best man win! Both your seconds and I will be very close to you to determine who cums first and ensure the fairness of the fight. Remember no stroking of the other man's penis! If I determine either one of you is doing that, you will be disqualified and will lose the round and match." With that he moved out of the middle of the ring but stayed very close to us and watched us close. He couldn't hide a look of lust as he saw our hard, oiled, bodies slide towards each other, slowly and carefully. I could see his prick start to engorge as he stared. Avert your eyes, Dave! Think about Mrs. Hurst! That was becoming ever more difficult though as I also saw Steve and Don close in and approach each other as if they might wrestle, too. I saw their cocks start to get bigger, too. Jeez. Don't think about them either and how hot it would be to see them slide their hot, and so different, bodies all over the oiled tarp, one blond and smooth and young and the other more mature, hairy, and dark. Time to wrestle! And to my surprise Dad and I actually did try to wrestle for a while. He had an advantage since he had obviously oil wrestled on an oil tarp before. However, since we were finally about the same weight and size, the match was much more even than it would be been in the beginning of the summer. I started to have fun again. It was an incredible feeling to be slipping and sliding naked all over the tarp with one of the hottest men I knew and loved. In fact the hardest part I soon realized was to stay in contact. None of my normal wrestling moves worked since I couldn't easily grasp Dad and hold onto him. The BJJ moves didn't really work for the same reason. Getting out of all of the "locks" was ridiculously easy as you just slid through the other person's arms or legs. I looked over to see that Steve and Don had joined the action and were rolling all over each other much as Dad and I were doing. I had to look away fast since my cock reacted immediately to that sight! I also noted that John was as close to Dad and me as he could be and sometimes got into the action (intentionally?) as we rolled onto him and he slid into us. Shit, this was turning into some kind of wrestling orgy! The thought of that made my cock even bigger. I tried to focus on anything else, but Dad's hot body was amazing and rolling around and sliding around with him, oily and sweaty, was great! Anyway, this had gone on long enough. I was getting too turned on. It was time to try to win. After more rubbing my naked body on my Dad's and sliding our fronts together and sliding our nearly hard cocks together in the hottest frot I'd ever done, I finally got him turned so his cock was near my mouth. All's fair in a fight like this I thought and managed to get his oily cock in my hot mouth. The oil wasn't the best tasting thing I'd ever had in my mouth but I didn't care. It was my Dad's big, hot, cock in my mouth, the cock that had made me. I sucked on it and wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot seed. I wouldn't swallow it when he came, but would show it to John, I guess! Grin. I could feel him swell up to his full erection and I worked his cock as fast and hot as I could. I kept trying to deep throat it, but damn he had a big, long, cock with a fucking big head, too. "Oh no, you don't", he said. He managed to turn me while I was sucking as fast and as hard as I could and grabbed my cock which he stuck in his hot Dad mouth. In nanoseconds I was as hard as he was. He was better at sucking than I was, too, damn it! He was managing to take a lot more of my identical cock and started to work me in long, swirling swallows, maintaining suction while going up and down along my long root. Shit!!!! He was so good! I had to back off from this quickly before I came in his hot mouth. With the greatest of efforts I managed to back off from his mouth and rolled away from him. I kept sliding away until I was as far away from him as I could get on the tarp, trying to recover my wits. While Don was good at oral, he was nothing like Dad, who was a fucking expert. I also finally realized that since I was so high from having finally beaten Dad physically in two separate martial arts and two separate rounds and dominating him for the first time in my life, I was even more vulnerable to cumming on him, with him, in him. I glanced up to see the ref ask Dad if I had cum. Dad had to say no. I then glanced over and saw Steve and Don completely absorbed in their hot, separate, battle. I guess the ref had instigated that. I hadn't realized it before but both of them were almost exactly the same size as each other just like Dad and me were now close to the same size. In fact, now that I thought about it they had almost the same size cocks as each other, although not twin cocks like Dad and me. Whatever they were doing was very hot. Too much to follow right now, though... I had to focus on Dad who was approaching me while I was distracted. At this point I backpedaled for the first time in this fight. I was so seriously turned on my cock was starting to throb. For the first time in this fight I was in trouble. I thought I had prepared pretty well for a sex fight in my workouts (!) with Don. However, was I wrong! At this point the difference in experience between 55 and 20 was heavily in favor of Dad. He didn't have to really fight any more. All he had to do was use his greater experience in sex to get me to cum. And while I had no clue as to his experience, it was obvious it was much greater than mine (as his hot mouth proved), as would probably just about anyone's be. Sigh. So, while I kept out of Dad's reach and moved backwards on the edge of the tarp, I scrambled to think of a way to make Dad cum and beat him. John, the ref, was following both of us as close as he could. I could see he was totally hard, too. From the way he and Steve had looked at each other earlier I was sure that they had messed around. Now, I'm thinking he and Dad had probably messed around, too. Couldn't decide if that's kinky or not. And would I mess around with John? Of course I would. He's a hot man. I don't care if he could be my grandpa. He's hot. That's all that matters. But now, I'm running out of ideas and Dad is licking his lips and it's clear he has a plan and has thought out this round in ways I can't even imagine. I'm already shivering and throbbing. I want so badly to cum. My 20 yr. old body is already over the top with thrills and excitement. I jacked off right before the fight of course, but that doesn't matter much at my age. My whole body is so tense and tight. I dared to glance over at Don and Steve. I caught Don in the unmistakable screaming of an intense orgasm. Shit, that was not a good sign. I saw John the ref with a big stiff prick following us around, too. That didn't help either. Well, at this point it was clear I was going to lose this round and the whole fight. It was clear that Dad had thought this all out. I guess I should have made him submit in the BJJ round but I thought I could win this round, too. Foolish boy. On the other hand was this the worst thing in my life if I could cum big time on my hot Dad? Was this the worst thing if he beat me in sex fighting after I beat him big time in real fighting? I'd have to let him lord this over me. But I could easily respond that I had beaten him in real fighting, too. Frankly would it hurt me to lose this fight to my older Dad, knowing that this might be the last time he could ever beat me in any way? I guess I felt older than my years when I went through this series of thoughts. I knew I had really won the fight. I had proved I was the equal and even the better of my Dad. I knew he knew that, too. I knew he was surprised, humbled, embarrassed, ashamed, and angry. However, I could see he was ultimately very proud of me, too. He had raised a real man. I had had to prove that, but I did. Ok. I stopped moving away from him. I let him approach me. He looked at me intensely and knew I had accepted losing to him in a sex fight. He burst out with a huge shit-eating grin. I didn't respond. I was so going to make him earn this round. If I didn't have the best cum ever I'd give him grief somehow. That would be the only way I could lose this round and fight and accept that. I could see Don and Steve and John, the ref, crowd around us. Yeah, they all had come one way or another. Only my Dad and I had blue balls. Yeah, we were the center of attention again, surprise, surprise. And, yeah, I knew we were the star attraction being the tallest, the biggest, and among the oldest and youngest. And yeah, they all wanted to see me cum after Dad and I fought some more with our huge twin cocks. We locked up one more time and slid around on each other. I couldn't let him near my cock with his hot mouth. So we kept struggling and slipping and sliding against each other. My only hope at this point was to try to trap his cock in a place where I could slide it against my slick body while protecting my own hard cock. But at this point I couldn't figure out where that would be. I mean everywhere was so oily and slick. Every time I tried to get his cock caught so I could jerk it off with my body he was easily able to free it. It didn't seem like he was even trying to catch my cock the same way. Hmm. He was now toying with me. I got more and more frustrated. I grabbed his crotch constantly and grabbed his cock constantly but didn't stroke it. The ref was still in my face and starting to smile. Steve and even Don were starting to smile. That just made me even more frustrated and started to make me mad. What did they know or think that I didn't? I finally got Dad down again and rubbed his cock against my stomach. I kissed him open mouthed, too and protected my cock by putting it on the mat below him. I could tell he was having a great time now. He kissed me back with real passion. He rubbed his hot oily body against mine. His big cock fucked my hard gut very slowly. He was working me over like a master. I was literally dripping with lust and desire. I was moaning without knowing it. Every bit of me ached with the need to cum, to give in to my desire for him. I could tell that no one could believe that I hadn't given in yet. My Dad gave me one more incredibly passionate kiss and then went for the coup de grace. He rolled over and over with me. Finally, he wound up on top with me on the bottom in the same position as the BJJ match where I had totally dominated him from the BJJ control position. So, what was he doing? Was he still toying with me? I couldn't fight him with BJJ with the oil. What kind of joke was this? He then looked at me with an indescribable expression--sort of a combination of love, lust, triumph, and something else. He raised his big body up until just his big muscular ass was on top of my crotch and his torso was looming over me. He grabbed my cock for the first time and then stuck my oiled up cock in his asshole!!!!!!!!!! Holy Shit!!!!!!!!!!! He groaned and was in pain but he kept going until my entire huge cock was in his ass!!!! He looked down at me with a mixture of pain, pride, and lust. I was fucking going out of my mind!!!! I had never had my cock in anybody or even anything. I was completely in shock. I froze and couldn't move, couldn't even breathe. My big hunky Dad had my cock up inside him! I was inside his big muscular ass!!!! "You win. You win," I screamed. "You're the man." I couldn't imagine doing what he did and what kind of pain he must be in. He truly had won. He truly was the man. He could deal with pain I couldn't imagine. I wanted him to get off of me and stop hurting. "Oh no", he said. "You haven't cum yet." And then he started to ride my cock, sliding up and down on it in his ass. Fucking unbelievable feeling. I was fucking my Dad???? My whole soul was now in my cock and how it felt fucking his tight ass. I looked up at him again and his expression was one of pride, triumph, and bliss? Did he like this somehow? I couldn't imagine. I could feel the other guys coming over to us. They grabbed my legs and ass. They held me and my Dad. My Dad sank down onto me so our bodies were totally entwined. He opened my mouth and sunk his tongue into me again. The guys lifted my legs and ass so that I was still impaled on Dad and so Dad could continue to ride me and milk my huge young man cock with his hot muscular ass. He was writhing, too, with his big mature body rubbing mine and his nipples and chest rubbing hotly against mine. His big ass was riding my huge cock which was sliding in and out of it. The other men were making sure I stayed in and feeling me up and slapping my ass. My ass, my chest, my nipples, and my face were all being felt up. Dad was kissing me deeply. How much more could I endure? I could feel the biggest cum of my entire life start to come up my root. Then someone stuck his fingers into my ass feeling for my prostate. My cock throbbed even more and I guess I must have hit Dad's prostate with it then! We both moaned and both started to scream in intense pleasure. The biggest cum of my life was starting to happen. I was so overwhelmed and so lost in pleasure I didn't know who I was or where I was and didn't fucking care! And then it finally happened! Dad erupted all over me first! He coated my whole body and even my face and hair with his huge load of Dad cum. That made his ass tighten up even more and I came!!!!!!!!! I came and came and came and came!!! I passed out from the intensity of it all. When I finally came to, I could see all of the hot men looking at me and grinning. Even Dad was grinning at me. He must have gotten off of me when I was passed out. I still didn't know who I was but whoever I was was blissfully happy. John then assumed his ref persona one more time and said, "Gentlemen, I regret to say that this fight must be declared, `No Contest', since there was interference from the seconds and the referee." At that he grinned at himself, sheepishly. "You will have to fight again. But for now it is time for the showers!" The showers!?! Holy shit. All these men naked in the showers? Wow. I guess I don't care who I am but I'm going into the showers with these men, now!