Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2016 00:49:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: After Tryouts

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*****

I pushed the door to the hotel room bathroom open, leaned my head in.

"How you feeling?" I asked.

"Better," he smiled. The air in the little space was a little humid with
fragrant steam rising off the tub. Toby sighed, mostly submerged in the
water, milky with the bath salts we'd poured in that were soothing his
aching muscles. The coaches had worked him hard today, testing his
strength, flexibility and endurance, then setting him up with a practice
partner to assess his moves on the mat. He'd done well, impressing them and
making me even prouder of him, if that was possible. I had a very good
feeling that he'd be here at State come fall, wearing their singlet.

I stepped in, crouching down beside him, smiling at each other. His smooth
teen musculature was defined, pumped, the result of years of dieting,
conditioning, hard workouts, his own single-minded focus and
determination. I hadn't pushed him into any of it, but he'd been a natural
wrestler from early on, recognized that in himself, and he wanted to go as
far as he could with it. I'd always been impressed by his commitment to
maximizing his own potential. I'd do anything for him, especially to help
him reach his dreams.

"Thanks, Dad," he said. "For everything. For helping me get this far."

"Hey, buddy, it's all you," I smiled, loving the winning grin on his
handsome face. I dipped my fingers into the warm, milky water of the tub,
swirling it around, making sure it was still hot enough to do the job. He
reached over, took my hand, brought it up to his lips and softly kissed the
back of it. Smiled at me again, pure love in his eyes. I felt that swell of
pride and love in my chest, and the soft press of his lips brought a swell
to my pants too. I reached over and slowly stroked his short, dark hair,
then leaned in to press my lips to his, soft and slow. He let out a soft
sound of pleasure as we did, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his big
young dick slowly rising up from the milky water.

I smiled again, traced my fingertips over the moist, smooth steel of his
beautiful pecs, his abs. Felt the first traces of his dark bush against my
fingertips, the slow, steady press of his hard cock as it grew. Smiled and
traced my way up over his abs, to his pecs, circling his stiffening brown
nips with my moist fingers. He moaned low, smiling, his eyes fixed on my
with that mix of love and lust.

"You made me so proud today, Toby," I said, my voice warm and low,
loving. "Always proud of you, buddy, but you really showed those coaches
the man you are today. I love you so much, Champ."

His grin widened, pleased at the compliment, and he sat up and kissed me
again. Slow and soft, like before, intimate, but lingering a little
longer. My fingers slipped into the hair on the back of his head as I
leaned into the kiss, my lips parting, feeling his respond, his moan
vibrating through me as I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth. He sat up
more, water streaming down those beautiful teen muscles, his cock arcing up
hard out of the water now, the wet tip of it brushing up against his abs,
over his bellybutton, as our kiss deepened. My hand dipped into the water
again to slide up and down his inner thigh, stroking up and down the steely
thickness of it, feeling the traces of dark fur that had lately begun to
line it. One of his wet hands cupped my face as his tongue danced slowly
with mine, the other starting to unbutton my polo shirt.

"Wish there was room for two in here, Dad," he murmured against my lips.

"So do I, baby boy," I chuckled. "So do I. Good thing the bed is big
enough, huh?"

He grinned at that, gave me a quick, deep kiss, then began to rise from the
tub. I sat back on my haunches and just stared at him. He was like a young
god, the water streaming steadily down his perfect form. He blushed a
little as he saw me stare, my cock raging in my pants, tenting them
hard. But he knew how much I liked to see him, clothed or naked, knew the
kind of sight he presented. I was the only one who'd ever seen him like
this, naked and hard, shy but hungry, ready to be close. Intimate. Deep. I
slowly stood, grabbed a towel, and began to dry him, kissing him, admiring
him, taking my time. We were absolutely throbbing for each other, but he
was too beautiful not to enjoy like this. Come the fall, he'd be away at
college, and we wouldn't be able to do this as often. I hated the idea, but
I knew it was necessary. I knew he felt the same.

"Come on, Dad," he whispered between kisses, unbuckling my belt as I
dropped the towel and hugged him, slowly stroking my hands over his
beautiful warm body, cupping the perfect twin globes of his champion
wrestler ass. I let him take my hand and lead me out into the room, let him
slowly undress me, kissing as we did, until we were both naked, almost
painfully erect, our tongues and the tips of our cocks moist as they
pressed together in our embrace.

"I love you so much, Dad," he whispered. "Always. Let me show you."

And I did, let him lay me down on the big bed, let him show me and love me
in his special way. He brought me to the throbbing edge with his hands, his
lips, his tongue, and then slowly, beautifully slipped himself down the
length of me, filling himself with my thickness, as I clawed at the sheets,
moaned his name and fought not to come. Not yet. My hands came up to feel
the hard, bulging flex of his perfect glutes, as he rose and fell, his
thighs flexing hard and beautiful as he fucked himself slowly on me. Made
love to me with his body. I knew we'd always have this, no matter what
happened the next four years. We'd always have this beautiful love, this
perfect dad-son bond between us. The thought made me happy, made me smile,
made me love him more. He smiled back as he moaned, aglow with sweat, as I
sat up to kiss his perfect muscles, suck on his bullet-hard nips, began to
thrust up inside of him, working with him. I showed him how much I loved
the man he was, the man he'd become, the man he'd always be. My man. My
son. My Champ.