Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 13:21:26 -0700 From: Mister Stories Subject: Wrestling my son's boner away This story is about sexual events occurring between a father and his 18-year-old son. The events described are completely fictional and any likeness to any person or event, living or dead, is coincidental. Please stop reading if you are offended by this or are not allowed to read this material in your jurisdiction. Have comments? I'd love to hear them! I can be reached at mrstories777@gmail.com. And please, if you're able to, sending just a few bucks to nifty.org can make this story and thousands of others available to horny readers around the world for another day. ----------------------------------------------------------- My son made the wrestling team! I was so proud of him. He had just started senior year shortly after his 18th birthday and told me that he wanted to get involved with something before he graduated. But when I went to his first wrestling match, I couldn't help but notice that he was the only guy out there with a constant stiffie. 100% of the time, his dick was fighting tooth and nail to free itself from his singlet. Thankfully, this didn't seem to bother any of the opponents or coaches since he was hardly the only one with a boner that day. But I knew that this could become a problem. "Great job, son!" "Thanks dad," he said as we crawled into our Jeep and headed for home. He was plenty sweaty, still wearing his singlet. "Didn't have time to shower?" "I, er... no," my son said, unconvincingly. I changed topics. "You know, your old man used to be a wrestler back in the day." I could tell my son was zoning out. I figured there wasn't any harm in pressing him a little. "Yeah, but back then we used to practice in our birthday suits!" We didn't really, of course. But there was no denying that my son's eyes lit up as soon as he realized what I said. And that's all I wanted. "Yep, nothing but sweaty butts and guys popping boners for two hours every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday." I looked over to my son and smiled. His mouth was agape, clearly forming an image in his head of what his old man must have looked like decades ago, pinning and being pinned down by other men with his bare ass in the air. Speaking of my ass, I'll admit that I'm a little vain. I'm in my late 40s and have always had a bit of a bubble butt. You'll find me at the gym every week doing at least 5 minutes of squats a day. I know the ladies love it. I'm sure the guys do, too. Guys like my son. 'You know, David, I could show you some of my techniques from back in the day when we get home." "Uh, that would be great Dad!" He placed his towel over his crotch, but I caught a glimpse of his erection. I wasn't sure if that thing had gone down at all since the match, frankly. We pulled into the driveway. I shut off the engine and realized that I had forgotten to leavve the porch light on. Nonetheless, we stepped out of the Jeep and made our way to the house. "Ready to get your ass kicked by your old man?" I joked with my son. But as I turned around, he bumped into me. Well, his still-hard dick bumped into my thigh. He knew I felt it. "I, um, yep." My son was a nervous mess. I consoled myself with the fact that, if what I had planned went right, he'd be just fine in about 15 minutes. I just tousled his brown, wavy hair. "You're gonna be a tough match, stud." He was silent as we made our way into the doorway. I flicked a light switch and revealed our living room. My wife was out of town, and my daughter had just left for a date, so David and I had the place to ourselves. "I gotta take a leak," David said. I knew what that meant, and his balls needed to be full for my idea to work. "Don't take too long; I need to go too!" I did, so at least I wasn't lying to keep him from jacking off. After he spent three silent minutes in the bathroom, David came out and plopped himself on the couch, turned on the TV, and vegged out to some news show. I took the moment to really admire my son. His firm jawline and friendly eyes were a killer combo. And all his muscle training had paid off over the summer -- his pecs were starting to develop, his arms looked strong, and that V-shape started to come into form. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have made such a beautiful young man. "If only he knew how much I loved him," I thought to myself. All the times I'd caught him looking at gay porn. Or humping his bed looking at the boys swim team in the yearbook. Or the one time I found a pair of my underwear under his bed covered in semen stains. I went over to the bathroom and relieved my bladder. After I washed my hands, I turned the handle and looked out the door. David was still motionless on the couch, only now he was checking his phone. I silently closed the door again. I took a deep breath. "David!" I shouted. My son sounded concerned. "What Dad?" "You ready to wrestle me?" I said as I began unbuttoning my jeans. "Oh... yep!" He said, relieved that I hadn't slipped and fell or something. I smirked to myself as I thrusted my jeans and my Hanes down. I looked down to see my muscular legs and my boys hanging a little to the left. I turned around to face the mirror as I crossed my arms over my head and pulled my t-shirt off. I couldn't help it: I looked good. My goatee was perfectly trimmed, my smattering of chest hair gave me a nice manly (but not beasty) look, and all those weights really were making a difference with my chest and shoulders. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not a gym bunny. I didn't have a six-pack or anything. I just look 35. And for a 48-year-old man, that's not bad at all in my book. "Son, you ready?" I shouted again. "Yep!" I stepped toward the door. I took a deep breath, having second thoughts about this. But then I remembered David's perpetual look of anxiety tonight and knew what I had to do. Plus, my ass looked absolutely hot. I turned the door and opened it slowly. My son gave me a quick glance, turned back, and then it happened. It sunk in that I was completely and totally naked. His old man. Everything out to see. "What? I told ya this is how we used to wrestle!" I smiled, knowing my son was too busy ogling every inch of his dad's body to hear what I was saying. I stepped toward him, his eyes continually watching my soft cock and balls jiggle with each step. "Come on, let's get you out this thing." I said, pulling on his shoulder strap. I motioned for him to stand up. He did, slowly, after he took his eyes off my crotch long enough to see. He saw that I saw that he was staring, and I just gave him a reassuring smile. And for the first time tonight, he grinned back at me. This was going to be fine. After we got the shoulder straps off, all that was left was to pull everything down. I took the initiative. I grabbed both sides of his suit and started sliding down, trying to keep my eyes locked with his on the way down. My boy, I thought and smiled as he stepped out. I noticed his eyes moved away from mine and towards my round cakes that must have been sticking out pretty obviously. I was on my knees at this point, so I can only imagine what thoughts must have been turning in my gay son's head. What pornos he was trying to compare this to. I gripped the waistband of his compression underwear. "Ready to get into your birthday suit, son?" He nodded, gulping, the anxiety returning a bit. I didn't waste any time. Casually, I pulled down his shorts. And for the first time since he was little, I saw my son's erection. And I didn't just see it. When it flopped out, my chin caught it. My son's dick head was kissing my bushy beard. I think he was so afraid that he started to get a little soft again. I just giggled. That seemed to relieve my son a bit. "Well hello there!" I said, moving back enough so that his cock bounced up and stared me in the eyes. My son gave a nervous laugh. I took a few seconds to really admire my boy's manhood, as its bobbing slowly stopped. I looked up into his eyes and gave David a warm smile. That seemed to be enough to pump a little more blood into his member. I smiled to myself, then stood up without any fanfare. Matter-of-factly, I placed my hands on my son's shoulder and looked into his eyes, "You've got a nice wiener, son." My son seemed more open now. "Thanks dad." I patted his back. I think I caught him glancing at the wet spot on my goatee. We stood there for a moment or two, and then I decided it was time for action. "All right, let me show you some of my moves, young man," I said, jokingly. I could see my son was excited. I got down on my stomach on the hardwood floor. "Come lie down with me, stud." I went ahead and got on my back on the floor. My son lay next to me in the same position. He turned to face me, his bright blue eyes excited to learn with a dad who wouldn't judge him. "Okay, let me show you your old man's special headscissors." I knew this wouldn't actually teach him anything. That wasn't really the point. "Stay there," I said as I moved my body over to my son. We touched, naked, for the first time. I rolled over on top of him. Our hot breath met, and I could tell my son was having a hard time keeping it together. I talked quietly to his chiseled face, literally just a few inches below me. "Okay, stud. This move is all about keeping your opponent distracted. Get ready David." He nodded. Quickly, I hoisted myself up and wrapped both my legs around my son's head. Instead of turning him on his side like you usually do, he remained facing up at me. My chubby butt cheeks were planted on his chest. Below me was my son's head brushing up against my nuts. His eyes flickered between my dangling bits and the outline of two mounds of meat behind them. "See? Hard to keep your focus when you're like this, isn't it?" David took a second or two to register that I'd said anything. Then he looked up and said, "Yeah dad." Then he took his first big risk. I saw his right arm start moving, and then it hit me. THWACK! My son was spanking his old man! When I jolted, my son started laughing as he got up, grabbed my torso, and flipped me on my stomach. I smiled. He was a damn good wrestler. "Way to go bud! Jesus." "Let's teach you another move," I said as I cocked my head towards him. "Lie right on top of me David." He did as he was told. I felt his leaking cock slip right into my ass crack. God damn, this boy was horny. "Good. Now slide up a little bit." My son glided his body so his chest was behind my head, his penis trapped in my jiggly butt. "Actually, no. Stay back where you were." I felt my son's member push against my hole a little. The friction between my cheeks had to feel nice. "Hmmm... still not quite right. Maybe if you keep going back and forth we'll finally get to where we need to be." Just to show my son what I meant, I reached behind myself and squeezed my ass cheeks together. The rest, well... it didn't take much longer. And I couldn't blame him: this had to be the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. "Dad...?" "Keep going back and forth, son," I said, firmly. So he did. Slowly, at first, careful not to feel like he was pushing his cock too much into my crack. "Maybe a little more force, son?" I suggested. That did it for him. He started full-on humping me. My jiggly ass was more than happy to oblige. I grunted, "You're doing it son!" His breathing quickened. His erection squeaked with every thrust. This went on for another near-silent 20 seconds or so, and then I could hear it. The sound of my son about to have an orgasm. He slapped my beefy ass again. I knew what he wanted. "Why don't you show me the special headscissors I did earlier, now?" My son, barely able to resist the urge, spanked me one more time, then flipped me over. He slipped forward, his firm ass on my chest, my face unable to move from outside of his legs. "Ahh, good job son! This is a great hold." I said, my goatee brushing up against his hard-on with every word. I placed my hands on his butt, after giving his left cheek a little pat. "Remember: it's all about distracting your opponent." I hinted, trying to reassure him that it's okay to do what he wanted to do. My son hesitated. I decided it would be best if I continued reassuring him. "Yeah, you're doing great my boy," I said, rubbing his butt. "You can finish now. Yeah. That's right." I continued smiling at him. But that still wasn't enough. So, without saying a word, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue. THAT did it. My son took the invitaitn and furiously beat his meat. I had seen these kinds of videos before on his computer. I knew they were one of his favorites. Every sexual urge, every awkward second with that bobbing boner at the match, every tense moment. Released. "FUCK!" he screamed. And then it happened. My son. My beautiful gay son. "DAAAAAAD" he moaned as I experienced waves of cum drenching my face. He was a MAN in the truest sense. He pelted my closed eyes first. Then his second burst went even further and landed on my trimmed hair. Then a huge one. Right on my tongue and my nose. I almost gagged, not out of disgust, but out of the sheer force surprising me. I closed my mouth out of reflex and swallowed the seed as another spattered against my left cheek. "Ohhhh... uhhhh." I started rubbing his butt again. Little did I know that he was only halfway done. I pulled one of my hands back to wipe David's seed from my eyes, but before my hand could get there, he unleashed another coating. I couldn't tell, but I think he was deliberately aiming at my upper face. Either that or I had the most virile son a man could ask for. My only response was to continue rubbing his ass cheeks. Four more big shots fired against my eyes, the bridge of my chiseled nose, and my slightly receding hairline. And then the sexual energy stopped. My son breathed a heavy sigh. All was quiet. I broke the tension. "That was fantastic, you stud!" I couldn't see, but I felt my son's smile. "What should we call that move?" My son laughed and wiped the cum out of my eyes. "I like to call it cumming on dad's hot face after humping the shit out of his hot ass." I chuckled. "Welp, let's go ahead and do that move before every one of your matches, ok?" "Sounds good to me, Dad." And I couldn't be prouder.