Thanks for the words you gathered nicely and told your story , I’m glad that I was not the only one experiencing similar encounter with mine , so nice to hear that you come up with yours
My thoughts began to reel. Was this just an excuse he was giving me because maybe he had some of the same thoughts about me that I had about him? If so, maybe I should thank Toby forgetting him all riled up. Toby's erection had deflated somewhat, but I could still see the tenting in his crotch, and when I quickly glanced down at my Dad's jeans, he was so hard I could see the entire outline of his big, thick cock visible through his jean shorts. "No, Dad, I didn't have that many." "Well, I've had several and I just don't want you on the road." And with that, he wished Toby a good night as he headed to his car. We waved as he left and walked back around to the house. My Dad started gathering the perishables up to take inside, and I was helping. As we put food in the refrigerator he told me not to worry about the other stuff outside because he could get it tomorrow. I thanked him for the offer to stay over and he excused himself to the restroom. I sat in the living room on the sofa and switched the TV on. As I flipped through the channels, I found a wrestling match and left it on that station. Maybe if my Dad saw my interest, I could get him to roll with me. A few minutes had passed, and my Dad reappeared from the bathroom in only his tight white underwear. That didn't surprise me because that was always how he walked around at home when we were younger. But now, because of what I knew about him, I felt uncomfortable because just looking at his body was making me hard. He took notice of the television program and said, "Oh nice! I didn't know you liked wrestling." "I don't know much about it, but it looks interesting," I coyly remarked. Dad piped in, "Oh its a terrific release. You should try it sometime!" I wasn't sure how to take that, but I continued to play it cool as he sat next to me on the sofa.
As we watched, he was commenting to me who was who and what holds were being applied and teaching me a little bit. "Let's have another beer," he said as he walked into the kitchen. I could have sworn as he walked past me, his cock looked larger than when we were just sitting there. It looked damn good! When he re-entered the room, he "accidentally" (?) tripped and the beer in his hand splashed all over me. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." He grabbed a nearby towel and started wiping me off with it. "It's okay Dad." "No, I'm just a klutz. Your mother always used to tell me I was like a bull in a China closet. Take off your tank and your shorts and I'll toss them in the washer." That sounded very suspicious. Did he spill that on me on purpose just so I could get undressed? "No, really, it's okay," I said. "Come on, just get 'em off so you're not sitting there smelling like beer." I reluctantly stood up and started to take off my shirt, which he ended up helping me with. As I was standing there facing him, both of us shirtless, and both with very hard protruding nipples, I immediately got sprung and was embarrassed to take my shorts off because my hard dick would be pointing north right through the jock strap I had been wearing underneath. And by just wearing a jock only, I was doubly embarrassed, but also extremely aroused. But this was my chance. It would either be now or never, so I slid my shorts down my legs and handed them to my father. Of course he took notice right away of my hard on. He didn't say anything at first, he just stood there looking at me, checking out my body, his eyes darting down to my cock several times which was stretching my jock way out in front of me. "I'll just toss these in the washer real quick. I'll be right back. Just stand right there," he said. My heart was pounding so hard I felt as if it were going to jump clear out of my chest. Was he mad at me? Was he ashamed? I didn't know what to do. I couldn't think. I just stood planted right there in place, frozen to the floor, with a hard cock that had already showed signs of leakage. I felt like running out the door and jumping in my car, but I couldn't. I couldn't move. That was, until my father re-entered the room. He had changed into a jock strap himself and was sporting a fully erect hard on, which was leading the way back into the living room. "I think it's about time your old Dad taught you what being a man is all about." I smirked at him and casually replied, "It's long overdue." And then I don't know what came over me. I felt as though I had been possessed because I threw my fists up and started trash talking to him, using just about every dirty word known to man. He reciprocated by using dirty foul language with me and started using his fists to punch me in the abdomen and chest. I backed off from him just a bit, fists still raised, and all I remember was screaming at the top of my lungs "FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" I barreled into my Dad, and threw him on the floor, using my fists to punch evey part of his body that I could make contact with. But he was too strong for me and rolled me onto my back, topping me in a schoolboy pin and using his fists to punch the hell out of me. I swear, those hits felt like steel and I moaned with each one. He then slid back on me as I was trying to catch my breath until the crack of his ass was seated directly on my ever throbbing dick. He raised his arms to throw me a double bicep pose, his hard cock now halway exposed through the top of his underwear and he leaned his head back and let out this deafening roar. I mean a ROAR. He sounded like an animal. He was turning me on so much I thought I was going to shoot right then and there, but I wasn't done playing yet. I was able to roll him off of me and get to all fours. He then assumed the same position, and we began circling each other on the living room floor on all fours, growling and spitting at each other like two wild animals in a death duel. My God, I was so fucking hard, as was he. I felt as if my cock was gonna just shoot straight out of its skin. I had never encountered anything so sexy and so erotic in my life. My Dad then grabbed my jock and ripped it right off of me. I stood up, again repeating over and over "FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH! Come get you some bitch!" My father also stood up and with one swift move, he tore away his jock strap. He came in close. We were nose to nose, both of us with fists clenched at our sides, I could feel his hot breath on my face, his tits smashing into mine, his dick fervently digging into mine, challenging it. He pushed me up against the wall, and our cocks took over the fight, grinding and digging into each other, it was maddening. After a few minutes of our cocks rough housing, my Dad dropped to his knees and forced my cock into his throat, his hands twisting and playing with my erect nipples as he sucked. In no time at all, I was releasing my hot juices down his throat as I watched his Adam's apple swallowing every drop. I could tell he has practiced this many times because his mouth was so talented and felt so damn good. Once he swallowed every drop, he stood back up, grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to chew on his nipples as I jacked him off. Cum was shooting everywhere, and it seemed like forever before he stopped cumming. When he did, he fell to the floor, his chest heaving, both our dicks still hard without the build up of cum. He looked up at me and said, "That was amazing!" We both agreed that had been the most erotic thing either of us had ever experienced. I don't know if it's because we were father and son, or we both had such a strong desire to play hard as men, but it was an amazing experience. I continued to wrestle with my father many, many times as we grew older until he passed away. I don't think he ever knew that it had been me he had been chatting with online on that particular site. All I can say is, I'm so glad I found the courage to finally follow through with something I had been wanting for a long, long time and had developed such a special bond with my Dad. Because of him, I am the man I am today.
obey4chubby (1)
21 days agoThanks for the words you gathered nicely and told your story , I’m glad that I was not the only one experiencing similar encounter with mine , so nice to hear that you come up with yours
SeattleFight (471)
22 days agoGreat resolution to a super hot story!!!
riverrat (2)
22 days agoMy thoughts began to reel. Was this just an excuse he was giving me because maybe he had some of the same thoughts about me that I had about him? If so, maybe I should thank Toby forgetting him all riled up. Toby's erection had deflated somewhat, but I could still see the tenting in his crotch, and when I quickly glanced down at my Dad's jeans, he was so hard I could see the entire outline of his big, thick cock visible through his jean shorts. "No, Dad, I didn't have that many." "Well, I've had several and I just don't want you on the road." And with that, he wished Toby a good night as he headed to his car. We waved as he left and walked back around to the house. My Dad started gathering the perishables up to take inside, and I was helping. As we put food in the refrigerator he told me not to worry about the other stuff outside because he could get it tomorrow. I thanked him for the offer to stay over and he excused himself to the restroom. I sat in the living room on the sofa and switched the TV on. As I flipped through the channels, I found a wrestling match and left it on that station. Maybe if my Dad saw my interest, I could get him to roll with me. A few minutes had passed, and my Dad reappeared from the bathroom in only his tight white underwear. That didn't surprise me because that was always how he walked around at home when we were younger. But now, because of what I knew about him, I felt uncomfortable because just looking at his body was making me hard. He took notice of the television program and said, "Oh nice! I didn't know you liked wrestling." "I don't know much about it, but it looks interesting," I coyly remarked. Dad piped in, "Oh its a terrific release. You should try it sometime!" I wasn't sure how to take that, but I continued to play it cool as he sat next to me on the sofa.
As we watched, he was commenting to me who was who and what holds were being applied and teaching me a little bit. "Let's have another beer," he said as he walked into the kitchen. I could have sworn as he walked past me, his cock looked larger than when we were just sitting there. It looked damn good! When he re-entered the room, he "accidentally" (?) tripped and the beer in his hand splashed all over me. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." He grabbed a nearby towel and started wiping me off with it. "It's okay Dad." "No, I'm just a klutz. Your mother always used to tell me I was like a bull in a China closet. Take off your tank and your shorts and I'll toss them in the washer." That sounded very suspicious. Did he spill that on me on purpose just so I could get undressed? "No, really, it's okay," I said. "Come on, just get 'em off so you're not sitting there smelling like beer." I reluctantly stood up and started to take off my shirt, which he ended up helping me with. As I was standing there facing him, both of us shirtless, and both with very hard protruding nipples, I immediately got sprung and was embarrassed to take my shorts off because my hard dick would be pointing north right through the jock strap I had been wearing underneath. And by just wearing a jock only, I was doubly embarrassed, but also extremely aroused. But this was my chance. It would either be now or never, so I slid my shorts down my legs and handed them to my father. Of course he took notice right away of my hard on. He didn't say anything at first, he just stood there looking at me, checking out my body, his eyes darting down to my cock several times which was stretching my jock way out in front of me. "I'll just toss these in the washer real quick. I'll be right back. Just stand right there," he said. My heart was pounding so hard I felt as if it were going to jump clear out of my chest. Was he mad at me? Was he ashamed? I didn't know what to do. I couldn't think. I just stood planted right there in place, frozen to the floor, with a hard cock that had already showed signs of leakage. I felt like running out the door and jumping in my car, but I couldn't. I couldn't move. That was, until my father re-entered the room. He had changed into a jock strap himself and was sporting a fully erect hard on, which was leading the way back into the living room. "I think it's about time your old Dad taught you what being a man is all about." I smirked at him and casually replied, "It's long overdue." And then I don't know what came over me. I felt as though I had been possessed because I threw my fists up and started trash talking to him, using just about every dirty word known to man. He reciprocated by using dirty foul language with me and started using his fists to punch me in the abdomen and chest. I backed off from him just a bit, fists still raised, and all I remember was screaming at the top of my lungs "FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" I barreled into my Dad, and threw him on the floor, using my fists to punch evey part of his body that I could make contact with. But he was too strong for me and rolled me onto my back, topping me in a schoolboy pin and using his fists to punch the hell out of me. I swear, those hits felt like steel and I moaned with each one. He then slid back on me as I was trying to catch my breath until the crack of his ass was seated directly on my ever throbbing dick. He raised his arms to throw me a double bicep pose, his hard cock now halway exposed through the top of his underwear and he leaned his head back and let out this deafening roar. I mean a ROAR. He sounded like an animal. He was turning me on so much I thought I was going to shoot right then and there, but I wasn't done playing yet. I was able to roll him off of me and get to all fours. He then assumed the same position, and we began circling each other on the living room floor on all fours, growling and spitting at each other like two wild animals in a death duel. My God, I was so fucking hard, as was he. I felt as if my cock was gonna just shoot straight out of its skin. I had never encountered anything so sexy and so erotic in my life. My Dad then grabbed my jock and ripped it right off of me. I stood up, again repeating over and over "FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH! Come get you some bitch!" My father also stood up and with one swift move, he tore away his jock strap. He came in close. We were nose to nose, both of us with fists clenched at our sides, I could feel his hot breath on my face, his tits smashing into mine, his dick fervently digging into mine, challenging it. He pushed me up against the wall, and our cocks took over the fight, grinding and digging into each other, it was maddening. After a few minutes of our cocks rough housing, my Dad dropped to his knees and forced my cock into his throat, his hands twisting and playing with my erect nipples as he sucked. In no time at all, I was releasing my hot juices down his throat as I watched his Adam's apple swallowing every drop. I could tell he has practiced this many times because his mouth was so talented and felt so damn good. Once he swallowed every drop, he stood back up, grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to chew on his nipples as I jacked him off. Cum was shooting everywhere, and it seemed like forever before he stopped cumming. When he did, he fell to the floor, his chest heaving, both our dicks still hard without the build up of cum. He looked up at me and said, "That was amazing!" We both agreed that had been the most erotic thing either of us had ever experienced. I don't know if it's because we were father and son, or we both had such a strong desire to play hard as men, but it was an amazing experience. I continued to wrestle with my father many, many times as we grew older until he passed away. I don't think he ever knew that it had been me he had been chatting with online on that particular site. All I can say is, I'm so glad I found the courage to finally follow through with something I had been wanting for a long, long time and had developed such a special bond with my Dad. Because of him, I am the man I am today.