Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 23:15:02 -0800 (PST)
From: joxsneaker@yahoo.com
Subject: Wrestling Practice with Dad - Part One

This is a true story. Take it as you like.


When I was 16 years old (7 years ago), I joined the high school wrestling
team.  My dad had been a high school wrestler, so he was really proud of me
that I joined.  About 4 months into my wrestling season, I was ripped.  I
mean, we all were.  Wrestling practice was 4 hours a day after school and 6
hours on Saturday. We had to be really careful about what we ate to make
weight, and all that lifting, running, wrestling, etc had a great affect on
our bodies.  At the time of this story, I was about 160 pounds of solid
muscle, about 5'9", with dark eyes and a buzzed head (brown hair).  My dad
was about 6'1" and 190 pounds.  He still worked out regularly, so he was
pretty built.  He also had dark hair and eyes, and while I was pretty
smooth, he had a pretty hair chest and stomach.

I was one of the top wrestlers on my team, and the best in my weight class
(160 lbs).  I had made it to the state competition and I had never seen my
dad more proud in my life.  About a week before my big meet, my dad called
me into the living room and said he wanted to talk to me about wrestling
strategies so that I went into the meet prepared.  He was wearing his
bathrobe, which was and had been a normal occurrence since I was really
young.  When he came home from work everyday, he just took his dress
clothes off and threw his robe on.  He never wore underwear under it and
everyone once in awhile his dick would be visible.  My eyes were always
glued to that robe opening anytime I thought I'd get a peek.

When I came into the living room, I was wearing sweats and a beater.  After
talking with my dad for a little bit, he told me we should practice in the
basement (we had a small gym and some wrestling mats down there).

When I got up to go downstairs, my dad said, "wait a second. Go put on your
singlet so it's more real."

I came out with my singlet on and my dad looked me up and down. I didn't
think anything of it at the time, but looking back, I guess he had some
plans I didn't know about.

When I got down to the basement, I started stretching. My dad came down
about 5 minutes later still wearing his robe.

I said, "Dad, I think you might want to change into something more
athletic."

He said, "what's the use?"  That seemed like a weird response to me, but I
didn't care. I just wanted to practice for the upcoming meet.

We began to spar, and like any wrestling match, there are some pretty
sexual positions if you choose to see them that way.  That day, I was so
horny that that was the way I saw them.  When my dad had me on my back with
my legs in the air and his cock rubbing up against my butt through his
robe, I got hard.  A hard dick is not easily hidden in a singlet and my dad
noticed immediately.  I was pretty embarrassed, but I have to say, I wasn't
mortified.  My dad and I had a pretty cool relationship, so it didn't seem
like that big of a deal.  Until my dad grabbed it!

When he grabbed my dick and jokingly said, "what is this?" I nearly came
right there.

I just kind of laughed and continued wrestling. Then, I realized something
big was bouncing around in his robe.  He did a move where he flipped me on
my side and then he stood up.  When I turned on my back, he was standing up
with his 8" cut dick sticking out of his robe.  I didn't know what to do.

He said, "Guess you're not alone there, buddy."

I smiled and we continued to wrestle for a little bit until the wrestling
quickly began to turn into each of us trying to grab the other's dick.  It
was the hottest foreplay I've ever had in my life.  Eventually we got to
the point where we just laid there beating each other off.  We didn't say
anything; we were just panting and furiously beating each other off.  After
a few minutes we both came all over the place.  Then we just laid there for
a minute.

My dad got up and said smiling, "make sure you don't do that at the meet."

I laughed and said, "I'll try not to."  He put his robe back on and went
upstairs leaving me to clean up our mess.  Much more happened after this,
but I'll have to tell you that at a later time...

If you have had similar experiences, let me know. I love talking to other
people who have messed around with their dad, uncle, or brother. My email
is joxsneaker@yahoo.com.