Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2010 12:29:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Ledge Subject: What's Up With My Son Part One [Just a note that there is no sex or wrestling in this chapter of the story. However, I think you'll enjoy it and find it hot anyway...] What's Up With My Son? Ever since my son's 18th birthday he's not been the same person, at least not the same person around me. I guess he's the same with everybody else. I've started paying attention to how he acts and reacts to anyone else I see him with and don't see any changes with them. But, as for me, what a difference! It started with him teasing me about being old and out of shape--which is not true, by the way! I'm 38 and work out at the company gym most afternoons before coming home. Then he started razzing me about little things I do and habits I have. If that wasn't bad enough he's just started getting physical with me, too. It started with him pushing me a little when we'd meet up in the hall. When I didn't react to that, he decided to go farther. He would push me harder. Recently he's started to stop me in the hall and chest bump me to see if he could push me over. Well, I'm no pushover, I'll tell you now. But I didn't know how to react to this sudden aggressiveness, so I didn't react at all. Well, that seemed to make him even more aggressive though. Last week, he grabbed me and bear hugged me in the hall! That hurt, damn it. He was really squeezing me hard. I had no choice then but to squeeze him back to try to make him stop it. That made him smile at me for the first time in weeks. "Well", he said, "the old man has some balls after all." I flushed with anger at that, which made his smile even bigger. After squeezing each other for a few minutes, we heard others coming down the hall and let each other go. "We're not finished", he said, "oh no, we're not finished. In fact, we're just starting." He grinned at my confusion and walked away in a kind of strut. WTF? Why is he doing this? In addition to his new aggressiveness and physical attacks, he's also been wearing fewer clothes around me, too. He started wearing sleeveless tee shirts and wife beaters more often. Sometimes, when we were mainly alone he'd be wearing just his boxers. I mean, my son is a good-looking kid. He plays a lot of soccer. He and I are both moderately tall but he's now taller at 6'2 to my even 6 feet. We both have black hair and green / blue eyes, probably from our Welsh ancestry. We both have similar faces. Yeah, you can tell we're father and son by the resemblance. I guess we both weigh about the same, too, although I might weigh a bit more since I'm a bit more bulked up on top even though he's taller. However, his legs are in really good shape from all the soccer. He's got really hairy legs already, just like me. But his chest is just starting to get hairy. There's a line in the middle that goes down to his boxers and some hair around his nipples. I'm sure it'll all come in and be a full hairy chest like mine at some point, but not yet. However, he has a nicely defined chest already, again a lot like mine. Nice rosy nipples, too, that were often hard when he was near me. Hey, I'm noticing his nipples? I can't believe that. However, he keeps on pushing his body at me, quite literally at times, as I've told you. He also started to razz me about wearing old man clothes all the time and not acting like a real man like him. Evidently real men only wear boxers and wife beaters, at least according to him. Well, I admit that I usually wear shorts and loose shirts around the house. That's comfortable. Wearing boxers and nothing else can get embarrassing, especially if my cock flops out. And even soft you'd notice my cock. Grin. Wife beaters rub my nipples, too, and make them hard which is also distracting. However, whether it was a subconscious reaction or something else, I started to wear fewer clothes around him, too. Maybe just to stop his teasing and razzing...I'm not sure why actually, I just did. But last night things really kicked up a notch! The rest of the family had left that morning to go out of town on a short trip to see relatives. I couldn't go since I had some work to do and my son had his part time job. So he couldn't go either. Well, it was going to be just the two of us "batching" it for a couple of days. I got home from work that evening to find my son, once again, in just his boxers. He looked a bit sweaty, as if he'd just come in from playing a game or working out. There was what looked like an empty can of beer next to him. I guess he was celebrating his coming of age. For a change he didn't seem aggressive. He actually smiled at me and said, "Hey Dad! Relax, get comfortable and get us both a beer." Well, why not? Maybe if I went along with him this new mood it would last. I went into my bedroom and took off my dress shoes and socks, then my pants, carefully hanging them up. Next came the tie, and finally my dress shirt, just leaving me in boxers and my normal white tee shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror at that point. Damn, I still looked good I had to admit! After thinking about it for a few minutes I decided to lose the tee shirt, too, and be in boxers only, just like my son. Yeah, nice... I stared at myself in the mirror and thought that if you like hairy chests, you'd like mine. Not too hairy, but full. My nipples stood out from my chest and were clearly visible and started to harden. Started to feel a bit of a stir down below, too, as my body was now nearly naked and I was admiring myself. Just for the hell of it I decided to flex my biceps and do a couple of body builder poses in the mirror. "Hey Dad, did you get lost?" my son said as he came into my bedroom and caught the last of my showing off. Busted! I was embarrassed now at my blatant narcissism. I figured my son would really make fun of me for that and braced myself for more "old man" teasing. To my surprise however, he came up to me instead and asked me to do that again. Hesitantly, I struck some of the body builder poses for him. He then reached over to me and started to feel my biceps and arms, as if he was studying them. After a couple of minutes I stopped and looked at him. "You want to see mine, to compare?" he asked. Well, I hadn't actually thought about that before, but I suddenly realized that, yes, I did want to see his muscles, to compare. I nodded and he moved me over and took my place in front of the mirror and started to do the same poses I had just done. "Hey Dad," he said, "feel my biceps and see what you think." Still hesitantly I did what he asked and felt his arms the same way he had just felt mine. Very nice, I thought. Pretty close to my definition. He must have been doing some kind of upper-body work. He could tell I approved but this was getting to be a bit weird though. "Hey Joe", I said, dropping my hands from his body, "I need a beer. You're one ahead of me!" That broke the sudden tension and we laughed and we had supper and couple of more beers each. After supper we were sitting in the living room opposite each other. He was flipping channels and I was reading the newspaper. Every so often I could tell he looked at me and was studying me. I couldn't figure out why so just kept reading the paper. After realizing I was ignoring him on purpose he started to stretch. He managed to stretch using some of the same kind of body builder poses we had done earlier. Then he ostentatiously reached into his boxers and scratched his crotch. After that he sprawled his legs onto the arms of the chair so that his crotch was as exposed as it could be while still wearing boxers! I could even see part of his soft cock! I tried not to look at him. I couldn't figure out why he was doing this. I guess he was just being macho. But it was hard not to look at this blatant display of male beauty. And yes, if I had admired myself earlier, it was even harder not to admire him, as a 20 year younger version of myself. And he was much more toned at this age than I had been, I had to admit. Definitely a hot guy. After a few minutes he realized he wasn't going to get much of a reaction from me, although my soft cock started to plump up just a bit. I wasn't going to let him know that, though! He frowned and continued to flip channels. Finally he smiled and stopped flipping. "Hey Dad", he said, "Come over here and watch this." Obediently, I put the paper on the side table and walked across the room and sat next to him on the couch where he indicated I should sit. I looked at the TV. There was a pro wrestling show on. I have to admit I don't like American pro wrestling now. I find the wrestlers to all look the same and don't like their style of fighting. Seems to me all they do is punch each other and throw kicks. In fact I'm not sure I'd even call what they do wrestling. For a change, however, the two guys in the ring weren't so completely steroid-crazed body builders. One guy was older and hadn't shaved his chest like everybody else seems to do. The other guy was young, a rookie I guess. They also did more body work and actual holds. Despite myself I found myself getting a bit interested. My son started to do a commentary on the match. In his enthusiasm, his leg kept rubbing against mine and he grabbed my arm and shoulder from time to time. I don't know if it was because of the action on the screen or the body contact and beers, but my cock got a bit bigger. It got worse when my son once let his hand drift down my chest and drag past my nipple after one particularly good move from the rookie. Well, this was getting embarrassing. I mean, this evening was turning into a good bonding experience, but I had no business getting hard. That would certainly ruin it! In my embarrassment I averted my eyes from the screen and happened to glance down at my son's crotch. To my astonishment, his cock was bigger than it had been earlier, too. Even though he couldn't see my eyes, Joe stretched his legs farther apart so that I could see more of his cock than I had meant to! Not too surprisingly it looked a lot like mine, I noticed, before I tore my eyes away. In my confusion I started talking, just so I wouldn't have to think. I started to talk about how different pro wrestling on TV had been when I was a kid. I warmed up to my topic as I talked about how there had been all kinds of guys and all ages of guys and sometimes little guys wrestled big guys and young guys wrestled old guys. My son stopped me after a few minutes and looked me in the eyes intensely and said, "Dad, I know all that, and I know that you love that kind of wrestling." Well, yes I did and do. But how did he know?!? Joe was continuing, "Remember a couple of months ago when my computer was screwed up and I used your computer to do my history paper?" Thinking back, I barely remembered, but yeah, he had. I wanted some Youtube clips to go with it and needed to look up the URLs for the paper. "Well, you hadn't logged out of your Youtube account so when I opened Youtube, it showed me clips you'd subscribed to as well as those recommended for you." At this point I started to break out in a sweat. "Hey, no worries, Dad. I saw they were mainly wrestling clips from the 70s and 80s", he said as he saw my reaction to his words, "I decided to watch some of them and started to get into them. You're right. Those matches were way hotter then than now." At this point, despite my embarrassment I had to nod and agree. I especially like the Brit Pro matches." Once again I had to nod. Lots of different bodies, including kids the age of my son all the way up to men in their 50s or so. "I especially liked the ones of Kid McCoy in his white singlet and Dynamite Kid fighting old guys like you", and at that he grinned at me as his teasing tone returned, "and John Elijah beating Wayne Bridges' son, was great, too". Well, that was one of my favorites. The hairy bear took on the skinny, tall, son in three clips. (Thank you, "Tellumyort" whoever you are, for uploading so many fantastic matches!). "And, of course, Keith Haward in his blue trunks." "What I also liked", he went on, "was the quality of the clips. I mean, you could see every inch of the guys in the close ups. Not like now." As he went on I finally started to relax. It seemed like he was just as much into the clips as I was. "Dad, have you ever wanted to be one of those guys in the clips?" Joe searched my face as he asked me this question. To be honest, I don't think I'd ever actually thought about that possibility. I wrestled some growing up with the neighborhood boys and had my first cum wrestling one of them (but that's another story). I'd even done some wrestling in PE in college, but nothing more. I usually got hard watching these clips, I admit, and jacked off to them at times, especially, now that I thought about, the ones of older vs. younger or Dad vs. Son matches. But I guess I just thought of this as some kind of diversion, a return to innocent boyhood fun and hadn't really analyzed it. Um, appears he had though! Joe broke into my reverie and repeated his question. I guess I had to answer. "Um, yes, I guess I would, now that you make me think about it." He broke into a huge grin which was swiftly replaced by a frown and then a kind of pleading expression. He said, "I'd like to be one of those guys, too. Could we both be one of those guys and do a match together?" It was his turn to sweat and look both anxious and embarrassed. The light suddenly dawned on me! This was what he had been leading up to. All of his actions since his 18th birthday finally made sense! He had been pushing me and pushing me to test me and to set up the challenge he just laid down for me. I looked at the TV screen more carefully and saw the match had stopped and the wrestlers were frozen in a hot scissor hold. I finally noticed my son had hooked his computer to the TV and what we were watching wasn't current American pro, but a Youtube Brit Pro match I had never seen! No wonder I liked it. Man, was he devious, clever, good--whatever word you want to use! He must have planned all this for quite a while. I know I'm sort of na•ve at times and tend not to analyze much, but shit, was he good at manipulation, and, it seems, especially good at manipulating me! He must have seen my frown and misinterpreted it because his own expression became even more uncertain. Oops. I needed to laugh this off somehow and make him feel better. "Sure, Joe," I said. "I'd like to try to do that. Why not? And why not with you? It's not like we have anything else we have to do right now. And besides, it'll be fun to show you how your Ôold man' can beat your ass," I said, laughing. His big grin broke out again which relieved me. "So, how do we do this", I asked? "You leave that to me", he said, and left the room, leaving me, once again, in total confusion.