Father vs Son Wrestling

Just awesome!!

Excitante y morboso

Beautiful story. It reminds me of memories of learning to wrestle with my father

The final is up now if you cate to read. It's long, so I had to put it in 2 parts

Part 3 please , exciting story indeed

Part 3 is up now if you care to read. It's long so I had to divide it into 2 parts

Nice engaging story. Look forward to Part 3.

Yeah even more curious now , good job btw

Plot twist! Good job. I hope his Dad helps him find his courage in the next chapter.

The old parking lot was empty and as I watched as my father leaned against his car and folded his arms across his chest anticipating my arrival, I could see the abandoned grassy space behind him where an old cabin once stood and thought that if all went the way I had hoped, that would be a great spot to roll. My heart felt as though it was about to burst from my chest and I stood there trembling as I hid behind those bushes, I was so nervous. How was he going to react when he realized the man he had been talking with online was me? Would he carry on with what we had discussed, or would he be angry and send me away? Staring at him through those bushes and admiring his chiseled pecs and biceps was getting to me. I wanted to wrestle with him and have for years ever since I caught him in a way that I have never seen him before. We were supposed to meet here at this location at 2:00 a.m. and I had been stalling for so long, I didn't realize ten minutes had passed. I decided it was now or never. He had been quite absent in my formulative years after he and my mother divorced, so in some ways, it was almost like wrestling a stranger. I was never that close to him, but maybe now we could be. I took a deep breath and started to place one foot from behind the bushes but stopped short as I saw the headlights of another car coming down the old dirt road. What? He told me this place was secure and abandoned and no one ever comes this way, and especially not in the early morning hours. I stood frozen in place as I watched this car slowly pull into the lot. My Dad stood back up from the car as the vehicle approached him and parked next to his. This younger, beefy, well chiseled man got out of the car wearing nothing but a pair of very short cut off jean shorts and I heard them greet each other. What the heck was going on? I thought he was supposed to be meeting me? As I watched and listened, I realized they knew each other, and apparently knew each other very well because the younger guy walked right up to my Dad and gave his nips a little yank. My Dad threw his head back and let out a moan as the young guy balled up his fist and slammed it right into my Dad's abdomen. It was on. My Dad backed away and hiked up his fists just as the other guy did. The two began to fight, throwing jabs at each other, some of which made contact. After dancing around each other, they headed to the grassy area that I had noticed just a few minutes before, and once they were off of the gravel, my Dad leaped at the younger guy, wrapping his arms around his waist and toppling him to the ground. My Dad maneuvered his body to trap this guy in a school boy pin where he flexed his biceps, and then threw some hits into the guy's chest. The younger man struggled to get free, but my Dad grabbed his wrists and threw them onto the ground above his head and passionately kissed him on the mouth. They were locked in this position for a couple of minutes, moaning and growling as they embraced. Then the younger man freed himself and was able to get behind my Dad and wrap his massive arms around my Dad's neck. My Dad grabbed at his arms trying to break free, but it was apparent that even though my father was built and well put together, the strength behind this younger masculine Adonis was a little more than my Dad could handle. The younger bull eventually let go and threw my Dad to the ground. As he backed away from my Dad, he yanked at the button on his shorts, and slid them down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side to reveal a very hard, thick cock rising up to the moonlight. I heard him yell at my father to get up, which he did, and as he did, he pulled his jeans off as well. What a beautiful sight seeing these two bulls filled with testosterone dance around each other, fists flying and cocks swinging. They grabbed at each other's manhood until my Dad pinned him to the ground again. Of course, by this time, I had become so excited that I hadn't realized I had been stroking myself as I viewed this hot match. The two men continued to wrestle, rolling on the ground, until they were in a 69 position, where they began to enjoy each other's piece. I saw heads bobbing up and down until I heard the younger man groan as he succumbed to Dad's experienced mouth, and in that time, I released my pent up frustrations as well. I saw my Dad stand as the young man crawled to him, standing on his knees directly in front of my Dad, sucking on him, all the while throwing fists into his side and his ass. I saw my Dad's stance weaken as he released his juices all over the younger guy. I still didn't fully understand what had just happened because I thought that I was supposed to have been the one to meet up with him here. I later learned that my Dad had wrestled with this young stud many times before, and had invited him to join in what was supposed to be a match with me. As the two men began to pull their jeans back on, I knew I had to get out of there. As much as I had wanted to join them during their brawl, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I overheard the younger guy asking my Dad what happened to me, because he had seen my car off the road a few feet away and wondered who it belonged to. When my Dad told him I was a no show, I threw my shirt back on and hustled back to my car for fear of being caught. Once in my car and heading down the road, I found my mind replaying what I had just witnessed, and became angry with myself for not acting on my impulses and joining in. But I hadn't had any experience with this sort of thing, and my nerves had been shot. The next day, I found a message from my Dad on the site where I had met him. It read, "I had a nice surprise lined up for you last night with a friend of mine who wanted to wrestle both of us, but, unfortunately, you didn't show up." I thought about what to say in my reply for a couple of hours, but eventually I replied with "I was there." I still wanted to wrestle him badly, and I didn't know how I was going to get past my fear to fulfill my desire. Finally, a reply from him that asked, "What do you mean, you were there?" Once again, I panicked, and jotted back the first thing that came to my mind, "I think I got lost and was in the wrong location." "We can try again," was his response. Clearly, he was eager to roll with me, but by this time I had pretty much accepted that it would never really happen because I knew I'd be too afraid to admit it to him and confront him. I decided to just let it go and allow the memories I've seen with him tide me over. At least, I thought that...until I got a phone call from my Dad two weeks later....Part 3 to come! Stay tuned.