Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2010 18:33:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Round Two of Dad Wrestles Me 'Dad Wrestles Me, Round 2 Wow, what just happened? I was just finishing my workout when my Dad came downstairs to the basement gym. One thing led to another and suddenly we were rolling on the mats nearly naked. Then I upped the ante by dropping my shorts to wrestle nude. When he did the same we were both hard as possible with matching father son-8 inch cocks! Then we had a cockfight that ended in mutual explosion of cum all over our bare chests. Now he had just told me that the first round was a draw and that there would be a second round in an hour! Fuckin' A. I'm hard already waiting to see what's next. What could he possibly be thinking of for round 2? I'm still lying on him, on top of him, stuck to him with our cum. If you remember he's much older than I am. He's 55 to my 20. However, he's also a lot heavier and he's bigger, too. He's 6'2 to my 6' and 225 to my 165. He has a crew cut that shows he still has hair, sandy colored. I've got somewhat long auburn hair. We both have the hazel eyes. That runs in the family. Both of us have bigger noses (guess it is true what they say about nose size and cock size) and strong chins. If you see us together you'll guess we're father and son. With his age he has a bigger chest than I do, barrel almost, a bit of a gut but not too bad, and a big muscular ass. We're both hairless on the chest and pretty smooth all over, although our legs are hairy enough. I'm pretty thin, though. Swimmer's body, yeah. However, I've been doing more lifting and have some definition now. You can see my pecs push out the tight tee shirts I like to wear. I like those tee shirts because they make my nipples hard, too. I've got a six pack down below and a medium butt I guess. Never really thought about that part much. I'm the wiry type I guess, but I'm stronger than I look. I was proud to find out in our first round that I was as strong as my Dad. I don't think he expected that. Just thinking about us struggling against each other, sweaty naked chest against sweaty naked chest, biceps bulging, face against face and nipples against nipples made my cock jump. My Dad felt it and grinned. I could feel his big Dad cock start to swell in response to mine. So much for age! He rolled me onto my side, facing me. We finally separated and got unglued. Didn't say anything yet, just were looking at each other to study the other's naked form. "He's a hot dude", I thought. I never had really thought about it before, but looking at his masculine mature bod, I finally realized how hot he was. Nice chest, too, with big pecs and big nipples, fairly pink in color. Yeah, redhead. His gut was there but was hard, moving downwards next thing you notice is his big red bush around his long and thick cock. Nice long and muscular legs, and big feet (yeah I guess it's true what they say about foot size and cock size?). Yeah, one seriously hot dude, a real man's man, especially naked, sweaty, caked in cum, and studying me with that sly grin on his face. Wasn't sure what he was thinking about me. Maybe he was seeing the boy's body becoming a man's body. Maybe he was seeing himself when he was my age. Maybe he was seeing me look even more like him when I got older. I decided I wanted to know. "Dad, what are you seeing when you looking at me?" He smiled more broadly. "I'm seeing I sired a stud. You're a really good-looking guy, you know? You have a tight body, good chest, good biceps, muscular legs, and a tight butt. Yes. And with that cock, too!" I blushed red (yeah, we redheads are good at that), but answered him, "Well, takes one to know one. You're a hunk." It was his turn to turn red. This was getting a bit intense. I mean I've always known he loved me and I loved him, but I'm starting to tear up now. I didn't know what to say next. Should I say that I loved him and now I loved him in new ways, too? Were we going to talk about the reason our sex play was so hot was also due to our love for each other? I think he saw those thoughts in my head and decided we weren't ready yet to talk about them. So he decided to change the mood, "Enough of this mutual admiration society, boy. Don't think flattery is going to get you out of finishing this fight. You started it, but I'm going to finish it." That did it. That made me smile and lowered the intensity of the moment. "Dad, you may be a hot older man, but you're still old. Youth always wins. I'm going to kick your butt when we go back at it. He actually laughed out loud at that! He said, ""You may be a stud, but this stud has the muscle to whip your ass." I couldn't resist that challenge. "You're on, man", I said. "Let's arm wrestle next to see who has the best muscle." Without a word he leaned forward and put out his arm for me to lock up with. Fucking nice bicep. He flexed for me to admire it a few times and then stared at me, trying to intimidate me. No way, Jos‚. That was all it took for me to get the adrenaline pumping. I never back down from a challenge. Not only do I want to get Dad to be proud of me and admire his grown son, but now I want to beat him, too, Dad or not. I flexed my biceps, too, and tried staring him down, too. That brought the grin back to his face. "Ok, boy. Left arm first". "What?" "Both arms." Oh yeah. He's left-handed. I had forgotten that. Whatever. I assumed the position and took his left hand and grasped it. Both of us had the same size and kind of hand, too. His was older and harder but same shape and color as mine. Now that I looked at his bicep I saw our biceps were also very similar. Weird. This'll be like wrestling an old twin or something. Gave me a different kind of feeling. Hard to explain. "On the count of three, three, two, one, wrestle!" "Fuck!" He was a horse. Fucking strong. I was holding my own though. I saw the intensity in his eyes. Guess I matched that with my own. His forehead vein started to bulge, his biceps flared, I saw new sweat pop out on his face and chest. I was trying to keep him working hard against me so that I could wear him down and finally go for the kill, left-handed or not. We struggled that way for over two minutes, I swear. Finally he realized what I was doing and with a supreme effort finally started pushing my arm down to the mat. "No, fuck, no!" I yelled silently. I kept fighting it but after another minute my arm was down on the mat with his big Dad arm on top of mine. He grinned big time then! "I win", he said. "Now I'm up 2-1." "What do you mean?" "I scored the first round 1-1." "Ok", I said, "But you're going down this time." "Right", he said and smirked. That did it. I assumed the position again with my right arm. He grasped my hand and the fight was on again! I don't think I've ever been so pumped in my entire life. I was going to win! I was going to win! I kept telling myself that. My whole world was now his bulging bicep, his Dad hand, his sweat, my sweat, and my burning muscle. After what seemed like an hour of struggling, I finally felt him start to weaken. That was enough. With one more effort I slammed his arm to the mat and jumped up crowing, "I win, I win!" That has to be one of the proudest moments of my life. I must have radiated joy because Dad got to his feet, rubbing his arm with a rueful expression. "Yeah, you did, boy, but don't forget, it's 2-2 now. This isn't settled yet." In the intensity of our struggle our cocks had gone down and were just a bit swollen now. They looked more normal on the two hot and sweaty guys we were. Just at that moment, we heard a voice come from upstairs, "David, Jay, wash up for dinner!" Damn! Dad looked at our sweaty and cum-covered bodies and laughed, "I think we"ll need more than a simple washing up. Let's shower."" Dad yelled upstairs, Davey and I just finished our workout. We need to take a quick shower before dinner. I don't think you want us stinking up the dining room! But we'll hurry." I laughed, too, and we walked down the hall to the basement bathroom. The bathroom was pretty small and the shower was even smaller. Since we were already naked we turned on the water immediately and got it to the right temperature quickly. As the polite son I was, I waited for Dad to get in the shower. I figured I'd take my shower after him. He looked at me and realized what I was thinking. "Um", he said, "After our workout this afternoon and what we did, I don't think we need to stand on ceremony ever again! He actually leered at me and said, "come get in the shower with me, boy. You wash my back; I'll wash yours. It'll save time, too." This time I really blushed scarlet and started to get hard again at the thought of him having his hands all over my body. "Ah youth," he said in a tone of mock despair looking at my rapidly inflating cock. I had to respond to that and looked down at his crotch, too. "Hey, yours isn't doing so badly, either, old man", I said as I looked as his cock started to respond to mine. Dad closed the bathroom door and I noticed he locked it, too. We both stepped into the shower at the same time and closed the glass door behind us. In the small space we were almost touching. He took the handheld shower attachment from its holder and with no warning he squirted me with it, soaking me and then spraying my face with it, too. I reached up to grab it from him to get him back. Of course when I grabbed for it I wound up pushing against his body and sliding against him, legs against legs, crotch to crotch, and chest to chest. He laughed as we fought against each other yet again. That was enough to send my cock to full steel hardness. I could feel his match mine in hardness, too. He laughed again and let me grab the attachment and wet him down thoroughly, too. He took the soap and smiled his sweetest smile and started to soap me up very thoroughly. I took the bar from him and returned the favor. We started with our chests and then our legs, avoiding touching cocks. I turned him around to do his back. His broad shoulders v-ed down to a fairly narrow waist before flaring out again to his big muscular butt. I made sure to soap up his butt very thoroughly. I started to breathe even harder when I stuck my hand and the bar of soap into his butt crack to wash the sweat out of there. He had to make me stop working it by telling me it was his turn to do me. Oh, yeah. Supper's waiting, right" When he did my young man's butt and washed my crack as thoroughly as I did his, I thought I'd cum. I didn't but I did moan though; I couldn't help it. He chuckled again but didn't say anything. I had never thought of butts as being sexy or anything before. Yet one more new realization from today, I guess! He looked at me again and said, "You know there are two places we still need to clean and we need to do that quickly before people pound on the bathroom door." I looked at him in confusion. "Two places" I can see one", pointing at his steely hard Dad cock I think I actually licked my lips knowing I was going to get to touch his Dad cock and he'd be touching my matching Son cock. "Follow my lead", he said. "You'll need both your hands soapy." I took the soap bar from him and lathered up both of my hands as soapy as possible. He did the same and then with an enigmatic smile finally took my cock in his hands. I thought I'd pass out. His big Dad hands on my huge cock felt so good. I think I closed my eyes and panted even. "Come on boy, wake up", he said. "Take my cock and clean it off, too." "Yes sir," I replied. Wow, if his hands on my cock felt good, my putting my hands on his big Dad cock was just as awesome. "Lean in closer to me boy", he said. I did and put our chests together and nipples together as I continued to stroke his cock while he stroked mine. "One last thing. One more place needs to be cleaned", he said. I felt his right hand snake around my body. Yeah, he was stroking me left-handed. Remember? Suddenly I felt his big Dad fingers enter my asshole. Ok, two can play at this game. I returned the favor and entered him, too. We both knew we didn't have much time left so we picked up the pace. One of our hands stroked the other's cock faster and faster. The other hand plunged two and now three fingers into the other's ass faster and faster. We slammed our chests against each other and rubbed our soapy nipples together. Faster and faster and wilder and wilder we worked each other over as hard as we could. I suddenly felt his butt tighten, his cock swell even bigger and knew he was going to cum. I tried to hold off but just as he came I came, too, splashing each other with huge loads of Dad and Son cum yet again!!! Holy fuck! That was even hotter than the first time. I slowly came to earth, although my heart was still pounding at a mile a minute. I realized we were both holding each other up, keeping each other from sinking to the floor, while the water still flowed over our naked Dad and Son bodies. "Don't use up all the hot water", a voice said from upstairs. "Be done in a minute", Dad yelled back. We looked at each other and grinned foolish and silly grins. We quickly finished the shower, dried off, and found clean workout clothes to put on as fast as we could. As we got ready to go upstairs for dinner, he stopped me, took both of my shoulders in his hands, looked me deeply in the eyes. Liking what he saw, he said, "Ok boy, it's now 3-3. You've set the rules for the first two rounds. It's my turn for round three. I don't think we'll have time for round three until the weekend. That'll give me time to figure out the rules, make sure you know them and are prepared for the next match. Rest up for our next bout. You'll need every minute of rest you can get!" With that he went up the steps for supper. Fuck! I had started to get down but now was elated. My Dad was going to fight me again. He wanted to go at it again with me. My hot muscle Dad was going to rassle me again. This was not going to be a one-time thing. Yes! What would his rules be? Oh man oh man oh man. Taking deep breaths I finally calmed myself down enough to go upstairs and eat. And yes, I'd better eat and eat well. A growing young man needs his strength, especially when he'll be facing his Dad on the mats again soon.