Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 13:14:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Alternative Third Chapter of "What's Up with My Son?" {Sorry for the hiatus. I sort of saw what was coming with this series and wasn't sure I wanted to write it down. However, I've gotten several emails pleading for me to continue it. Frankly this story is for all of you and not for me, and especially for Martin in Canada! Grin.} [OMG! I had been away from the story so long that I wound up writing an alternative third chapter! I didn't remember I'd already written this chapter. However, this alternative story is quite hot in its own right, so I'm submitting it, too. You guys can tell me which story you like better! LOL] Well, I am going to disappoint a lot of you. Joe and I went to bed and slept. We were both so tired and satisfied that we just slept. However, we did sleep together naked, still sweaty. During the night I woke up just enough to feel his hot body next to mine. I think I must have purred in my sleep because I felt his strong, boy/man arms close around me. So very nice. I woke up a bit discombobulated (is that a word?) alone in my bed naked, still sweaty and sticky. Jeez, I'd have to wash these sheets! I went to the shower to clean up and realized I had cum all over me. Suddenly last night's memories and activities came back to me. I had done WHAT with my son? I had a huge rush of guilt. I had rolled around naked with my son and we had cum all over each other? What kind of fucked up pervert was I? I had better face him and apologize profusely. I pulled on a tee shirt and shorts and almost ran downstairs to the kitchen to face him. As I came into the kitchen I stopped in amazement. Who was this gorgeous, nearly naked stud? There was this vision of young male beauty in a pair of boxers, only, who smiled at me and handed me a plate of bacon and eggs and pointed to a full cup of freshly made coffee. He gave me a frankly erotic hug that made me wish I hadn't put on a shirt and told me to sit down and eat. What could I do but comply? It was good, too! Thoughts kept swirling through my head but I didn't voice them. I felt so conflicted. My son could see my confusion and worry and I guess he sort of took pity on me. "Dad" he said, "what happened last night was the fulfillment of all of my dreams. I love you, you fucking gorgeous man! Now give me a kiss and feel good about this or I'll so beat you up tonight in our next match that you'll be black and blue and sore for a week!" What could I do but smile and try to do what he said? I still wasn't sure about this but he sure as hell seemed to be. The next smile he gave me was so brilliant I thought about angels! LOL. And the kiss, well, it would have knocked my socks off I had any on! LOL again. After breakfast, he had to go to the high school to work on yet another project. Sigh. He ordered me (did he actually order me?) to do some work on the yard while he was gone. Well, why not? The work needed to be done. I took my time at it and did some other work around the house and yard, too. All looked good by the time I finished. I took a long and slow shower, sort of playing with my body and fondling myself but not cumming. I was saving that of course, grin. And yes, I washed the sheets, too! I made sure I had shaved. I trimmed my hair a bit and eyebrows, just as if I was getting ready to do a commercial. I put on some cologne and made sure the deodorant I put on was scentless and not going to conflict with the cologne. Suddenly I felt sort of weird. What the hell was I doing? I was getting ready for a hot date! What the hell was wrong with me? My conflict of the morning resurfaced. I was falling in love with my son, wasn't I? Um, this isn't what can happen is it? I wanted him to come home so that I could be all over him, didn't I? Was it lust, love, what the hell was going on? I got dressed in normal, casual, clothes finally and decided I couldn't decide what was going on with me. Joe came home around four, acting totally normal. He took a quick shower and then made a nice and simple supper of pasta with a fresh vegetable sauce he managed to produce from nowhere, olive bread, a salad of young greens and a nice Merlot to drink with it. Where had he learned this kind of thing, too? I started to feel a bit intimidated. I'm not sure I could have done this as well myself. "Excellent supper, Joe", I said. "Thanks Dad. I've been learning about how to cook, too." He gave me that angelic smile that went straight to my cock again. Once again I'm not sure who is older and who is younger and who was in control here. How could this be? Could it be that I've sort of been spoiled and coddled in my life and he hasn't been? I mean I've sort of known that people found me good looking my whole life. But being good looking doesn't pay the bills, does it? The weirdness continued to grow. Who was in charge of what was going on between us? And why is there anything going on between us anyway? We lingered over our wine, eventually finishing the bottle. Eventually we went out to the living room and I saw Joe had hooked up his computer to the TV again. With a quick glance at me he started a Youtube video of Dynamite Kid as a youth wrestling an older, hairy guy. Well after the wine, my eyes became glued to the TV, watching the beautiful boy/man tussle with the hot, muscular guy. After only a few minutes Joe decided I had had enough. He stopped the video and turned to me. "Dad, give me ten minutes and then go up to your room." With another quick smile he left the room. I think my earlier question was now definitely answered. Joe was totally in charge of all of this. To my surprise I found I didn't really mind. If this is truly what he wanted, then so be it. I began to find that my guilt and confusion was finally disappearing. If this is truly what he wanted then why should I not want it, too, if I really wanted it? And by now I had to admit that I really, really, wanted whatever he had in mind! I went upstairs to my bedroom to find new trunks, a new jacket, and the same black boots. However the trunks were white as was the jacket. I carefully removed my clothes and hung them up and saw myself in the mirror naked. Yeah, a good-looking man all right, if not gorgeous as Joe said! I put on the trunks first and thought I might need to lose some weight they were so tight. However, after looking in the mirror I saw they fit perfectly. I could have been some BritPro wrestler myself. My cock was quite visible in the white trunks and I could see my ass so well cupped that the crack was easily seen, too! The boots were next and finally the white jacket. I left it open just enough so my dark hairy chest was visible. Wow! I think I looked about ten years younger in this get up! Not virginal like Dynamite kid (LOL) but younger and more innocent. Deep in thought I went up the stairs to the attic where I knew the "ring" Joe had set up would be waiting for me. I guess I didn't give much thought to what he would be wearing. I just assumed he would be Dynamite Kid, wearing a white singlet with thin straps so that his nipples would be visible and trunks to match mine. He certainly has the height even if he is more muscular and has the beginnings of a dark, hairy, chest like mine. I figured we'd have one of the BritPro matches between two good guys who are gracious to each other, who "battle" but never "fight", who help each other up after slams and throws and who shake hands constantly. Grin. That does sound like fun and relaxed after last night! Still sort of thinking and not paying attention, I let myself into the attic room where the ring was. I finally looked up to see Joe and got the shock of my life! No virginal Dynamite Kid here! Instead there was this tall, muscular, masked guy in black! He opened his black jacket to show me a single strapped black singlet that made him look like a circus strongman! He shrugged off the jacket to show bands around his arms that made his biceps bulge! His mask was a harsh one that looked evil Oriental. I could see the bulge in his trunks, too. He beckoned me to come in the ring with a single finger, as if he were leading me to some kind of sacrificial slaughter. What the fuck! I couldn't decide whether to crap my pants, turn tail and run, or laugh. I finally decided to do none of the above and just go ahead and get in the ring for whatever he planned. I guess I trusted him. With his mask on the voice announcing our match seemed to come from nowhere. "In the white corner we have `Dynamite Dad'. He is 175 pounds!" No age...Interesting. "And in the black corner we have the Strongman. He is also 175 pounds!" Oh, when did that happen? And no age either. I approached him in the center of the "ring". I suddenly realized I was going to play the role of a jobber for the first time in my life. I was older and a bit more muscled and more compact than he was, but felt funny dressed in white compared to my son dressed as a real heel. As we circled in the ring, he wasted no time and attacked me and kicked me and then punched me in the abs. None of that hurt too much as he didn't give full force to any of the blows. I decided to react like a boy jobber and yelled and oofed. He grabbed my hair and forced me into a side headlock against his strong boy/man chest. He pulled my hair and then started to attack me sexually, too. He paraded me around the ring and pinched my nipples and slapped my ass and fondled my crotch. I wasn't sure what was going on and still played the jobber boi role and let him manhandle me. And to be honest, it felt pretty good. I mean he was taller than I was and similar body shape. I could pretend he could do this. "You like that, boy? You like this man feeling you up and making you feel good?" I'm no boy but I sort of felt like one then and I loved what he was doing to me. So, I answered, "Yes Sir!" "Boy, tonight you're my bitch. I'm gonna take you places you've never seen!" Fuck! I'm not so sure about this anymore. He was going to do what? Yeah, I've played around with guys back in college. But we just played around. We never even sucked each other. Where was this going? What did Joe have in mind? I suddenly fought him back. He realized he had gone too far too fast. We really fought for a few minutes. It was very, very intense fighting. Lots of punching, lots of hurt. Hair pulling, trunk pulling, shots to the crotch and face. More like a "catfight" than anything else. Lots of working for domination in our struggle. Very, very, real. Don't even know how long it lasted. We finally rolled away from each other in real pain, red bodied, sweating, and moaning and groaning, trying to catch our breath. Neither one of us was sure what to say now. Finally, still panting, I said, "I am no one's bitch! I never will be either!" Panting himself, Joe answered, "Yeah, you just proved that I think." He laughed ruefully then. "But you seemed to like what we were doing?" "Yeah, I guess I did, when we were messing around. I can play along. But!" "I went too far?" "You went way too far! I was feeling ok with letting you take control. I'm not used to not being in control. Sort of weird but sort of nice to have you in control... But I'm not going to just spread my legs and let you fuck me--or whatever you had in mind! I've never been fucked. I've never even sucked a guy. I'm not sure I want to start anything like that now or ever." I realized I was starting to sound a bit hysterical and way too emotional. I just shut up abruptly. I felt Joe move over toward me. Suddenly he was holding me in his arms. He leaned over and pushed his face against mine. His lips were on mine and his tongue was asking for entrance to my mouth. I opened my mouth a bit to say, no, and his tongue was in and started dueling with mine! He grabbed my body and climbed on top of me and started to grind and rub and frot his hot body against mine, getting every more frenzied and empassioned. I let him stay on top of me, but writhed against his sweaty young man muscle. I fought back again, but sexually this time. Both our cocks swelled and tented our trunks again obscenely. I could feel my long-delayed cum start to flow up my big cock. He slammed his cock against mine and rubbed and tried to manhandle every inch of me. Again, I let him stay on top. Yeah, I WAS into this. But I gave him as good as I got. Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. I yelled out loud and flooded my trunks with my man cum! I could tell he had been waiting for that! He bridged off of me, yanked his trunks down, and fisted his long cock as fast as he could. His beautiful face was twisted in the agony of cumming as he finally released his huge white load all over my sweaty and hairy chest! He then fell back on me and started to rub his hot cum all over our bodies. Wow that felt incredibly sensual! Sweat, cum, and hair all mixed together...! He reached into my soaked trunks and grabbed my slowly softening cock and rubbed my cum all over my cock in the most incredibly, sensual way! Damn, if I stopped softening! He then took some of my dad cum in his hand and put his hand in his mouth to swallow my cum! I gasped at that and he leered at me and got on top of me again and forced our mouths together! I again gasped in surprise and he took advantage to force me our mouths together and force me to share my cum with him! Despite my shock I had to admit it didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. Also was shocked to feel that my cock had gone again to full erection as he rubbed his now naked young man stud bod' against me! But that surprise was nothing compared to the next shock I got when he reached down and grabbed my trunks and yanked them off! Suddenly he dove down on my cock and swallowed it to the pubes! I gasped yet one more time and suddenly realized he had put his own hard erection against my lips! Involuntarily, I opened my mouth enough to let a few inches of his beautiful cock enter my mouth! WTF! I was now 69ing my son! And fuck was he ever a great cocksucker! I had never been sucked with such passion and skill in my entire life! My cum started to boil up again after only a couple of minutes. Fuck, I was going to cum again! I tried to warn him off but my mouth was full of his cock and all I could do was grunt. That made him work me over even harder. Finally I gave into the inevitable and burst out with yet another incredible cum! He didn't miss a beat and kept working me over and sucked every single drop of hot cum from my Dad cock! Then I felt his cock swell in my mouth and he flooded my mouth with his Son cum! I swallowed as much as I could, but it came gushing out! Finally he slowed down and finally stopped cumming. He pulled his cock out of my slack mouth, and reached up and put our faces together. Somewhat solemnly he stuck out his tongue and cleaned up all of his cum that had dripped down my face. I shivered at this intimacy. In a solemn voice, he then announced, "Yeah, I'm sure now. I like the taste of your cum better than mine!" And then he burst out laughing at him, at me, at the craziness of what we had been doing, at the seriousness of our feelings, and at the ridiculousness of his statement. After a minute, I had to join in. We laughed until the tears rolled down our cheeks, holding each other still, and unintentionally frotting each other yet again! We finally stopped laughing, but kept rubbing our bodies together. Wow, that felt so good! I got plump down below again, but was so satisfied I didn't think I'd get hard again. It just felt so good to be in love with my Son! There, I said it! The emotions came welling up and I started to tear up a bit from them. Joe felt the changes in my body and held my tighter until I was again in control. Finally I realized how incredibly dirty we now were. I let go of him then. Shower time! He followed me into the shower and then to bed. We held hands as we walked between them and kissed often as we stroked each other and made love once ore through a sensual frot and 69 suck. I couldn't match Joe's skill yet, but I could tell I was getting better, and I'd die trying (LOL)! We couldn't let go of each other's body, even for a minute. Finally as we were falling asleep, Joe said, "Dad, this has all been incredible. I love you so very, very, much. Tomorrow, though, I'd like to talk about going to third base with you. I'd like us to make love to each other as equals. No wrestling this time, just love making. I'm a virgin. You're a virgin. Let's lose that to each other and be joined together in our love..." He then kissed me tenderly again and we fell asleep. My last thought was that I wasn't sure about tomorrow and what I was going to ok with happening, but I knew I'd love being with my Joe.... Night to all. Night, my love, night my Joe...