Here I am, 36 years old with an 18 year old son. Yeah, do the math; I was 18 when he was born. The marriage to his mother lasted about half of that, but it was an amicable divorce and we have a good relationship. She’s remarried, I’m not. I have a great relationship with my son. When he was growing up, we would get into little scuffles or horseplay during his weekends with me. Although, lately, I’ve noticed he would quit suddenly. Now, he 18 and off to college. He’s spending a week with me before he heads to school. I have a decent size house with a fenced in backyard and in ground pool. That’s where we are at this moment.
I’m 5’10”, 165# with brown hair and eyes and a hairy chest and belly. My son, Matt, is 6’, 160# with blond hair and blue eyes (from his mother) and a hairy chest and belly (from me). We were playing a little water basketball, one on one.
“That all you got old man?” Matt joked as he powered past me for a dunk.
“Old man, huh?” I replied.
I swept up the ball and charged through the water to the basket. I slammed into Matt, pushing him backward. He tried to block, but I kept charging. He tried to brace his feet against the side and push me away, but I kept coming. Our bare chests were pressed together and I felt his arms go around me. I dropped the ball and returned his tight bearhug. I pressed him against the side and squeezed my arms tighter. Matt squeezed me tighter too and our breaths were coming in short gasps. He struggled against me and managed to twist us around. Now my back was against the side and he was pushing against me. It was then I felt his hard cock between us. I squirmed to catch his eye and noticed a glint to match the cocky smirk on his face.
“Oh, so that’s the way you want it, huh?” I said grinning.
“Think you can handle it, Pop?” Mat replied.
“Let’s find out.” I said, shifting my position to align our bodies.
We struggled back and forth in the pool, pushing and grinding our bodies together. We kept losing our footing and dunking under the surface. After a few of those, we came up separated and spluttering. Matt got out of the pool and moved to the grass. I quickly followed and crouched in a wrestler’s stance. Matt imitated my move and we slowly circled, getting closer with each step. We got close enough to lock our hands together in a test of strength. Our eyes were locked on each other as we struggled across the grass. The distance between us grew smaller the more we struggled. Our throbbing cocks bulged from our wet trunks. When our chests touched, we quickly released our grips and put each other in a tight bearhug. We danced around the yard until Matt wrapped his leg around mine and toppled us to the grass.
We landed with a thud and rolled apart. I was a bit slower to recover and found Matt looking down at me. He grabbed my wrists and tried to pin them above my head and grapevine my legs at the same time. He managed the wrist pin, but not the grapevine. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed. Still pinning my wrists, Matt grimaced and grunted as I pinched him between my hairy legs. He planted his feet and tried to stand. He didn’t get far, but far enough to lift my back off the grass. He brought his full weight back down, slamming me into the yard and driving the wind from my lungs. This loosened my scissor hold and Matt then grapevine my legs. In this position, his crotch ground into mine. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against mine. I squirmed and struggled against him, but he had me good. The only thing I could do was grind my cock into his.
I pushed my hips into his, sliding my swimsuit covered cock against his. He tried to tighten his grips, but in the end, matched my grinds with his. Not sure who came first, but I noticed Matt’s eyes go wide and he gasped. I knew he just blew his load which was a good thing, because I followed shortly thereafter. After our cocks oozed the last of their loads, Matt rolled off and lay beside me.
“Guess now is as good a time as any to tell you I’m into cockfighting.” Matt gasped.
“Kinda figured that out, son.” I replied.
After a few more minutes of rest, I got to my feet. I reached down to give Matt a hand and pulled him to his feet.
“Ready for round 2?” Matt asked with a grin.
“You want more? Okay, let’s do it.” I replied taking a wrestlers stance.
“Let’s make this more interesting, shall we?” Matt suggested.
“Okay. How?” I replied.
Without another word, he peeled off his swimsuit and stood before me nude. His thick patch of light brown pubes was matted with dried cum and his cut cock hung limply over his fat hairy balls. After a moment’s hesitation, I peeled off my swimsuit and returned to my stance. We slowly circled each other, never breaking eye contact. In my peripheral vision, I noticed Matt’s cock growing hard as we moved closer to each other. My cock, of course, was hard and throbbing by the time our hands met. We pushed and shoved against each other in a test of strength. As our bodies drew closer, our hard cocks bounced off each other. I swiveled my hips and swung my cock into Matt’s. He grinned and swung his cock back into mine. Still tightly gripping each other hands, we swung our cocks back and forth in a fleshy swordfight. We continued until our bodies were pressed together with our throbbing swords trapped between us.
Matt shifted his grip and locked me in a tight bearhug. I could feel his forearms and fists digging into the small of my back. I tried to return the bearhug, but I couldn’t get a tight hold around his biceps. The best I could do was to squeeze his chest, limiting his air intake. As we danced around the yard, our cocks rubbed and ground against each other. Our bellies and pubes were wet with a combination of sweat and precum oozing from our throbbing dicks. We thrust our hips into each other, grinding our cocks even more. Matt’s fat balls were bouncing off of mine with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm getting near and couldn’t do anything to stop it. I started to pant and gasp as we ground our bodies together. I let out a loud gasp as my cock exploded between us. Load after massive load of hot creamy goo spewed from my dick. About half way through my orgasm, Matt’s throbbing cock let go and added more cum between us. I sagged against my son as my cock grew limp. We sank to the grass again and landed in a heap of arms and legs, panting from exertion.
“We’re even, pop.” Matt panted.
“Yeah, son, we are.” I replied.
“Great way to end the day.” Matt said. “Dinner’s on me.”
“Excellent.” I said.
Behindthemask1 (0)
14 days agoThis was a great read. Loved the story here between dad and son. Yes there should be more stories about dad and son.
joeran (2)
8/11/2013 10:34 PMFather/Son
Here I am, 36 years old with an 18 year old son. Yeah, do the math; I was 18 when he was born. The marriage to his mother lasted about half of that, but it was an amicable divorce and we have a good relationship. She’s remarried, I’m not. I have a great relationship with my son. When he was growing up, we would get into little scuffles or horseplay during his weekends with me. Although, lately, I’ve noticed he would quit suddenly. Now, he 18 and off to college. He’s spending a week with me before he heads to school. I have a decent size house with a fenced in backyard and in ground pool. That’s where we are at this moment.
I’m 5’10”, 165# with brown hair and eyes and a hairy chest and belly. My son, Matt, is 6’, 160# with blond hair and blue eyes (from his mother) and a hairy chest and belly (from me). We were playing a little water basketball, one on one.
“That all you got old man?” Matt joked as he powered past me for a dunk.
“Old man, huh?” I replied.
I swept up the ball and charged through the water to the basket. I slammed into Matt, pushing him backward. He tried to block, but I kept charging. He tried to brace his feet against the side and push me away, but I kept coming. Our bare chests were pressed together and I felt his arms go around me. I dropped the ball and returned his tight bearhug. I pressed him against the side and squeezed my arms tighter. Matt squeezed me tighter too and our breaths were coming in short gasps. He struggled against me and managed to twist us around. Now my back was against the side and he was pushing against me. It was then I felt his hard cock between us. I squirmed to catch his eye and noticed a glint to match the cocky smirk on his face.
“Oh, so that’s the way you want it, huh?” I said grinning.
“Think you can handle it, Pop?” Mat replied.
“Let’s find out.” I said, shifting my position to align our bodies.
We struggled back and forth in the pool, pushing and grinding our bodies together. We kept losing our footing and dunking under the surface. After a few of those, we came up separated and spluttering. Matt got out of the pool and moved to the grass. I quickly followed and crouched in a wrestler’s stance. Matt imitated my move and we slowly circled, getting closer with each step. We got close enough to lock our hands together in a test of strength. Our eyes were locked on each other as we struggled across the grass. The distance between us grew smaller the more we struggled. Our throbbing cocks bulged from our wet trunks. When our chests touched, we quickly released our grips and put each other in a tight bearhug. We danced around the yard until Matt wrapped his leg around mine and toppled us to the grass.
We landed with a thud and rolled apart. I was a bit slower to recover and found Matt looking down at me. He grabbed my wrists and tried to pin them above my head and grapevine my legs at the same time. He managed the wrist pin, but not the grapevine. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed. Still pinning my wrists, Matt grimaced and grunted as I pinched him between my hairy legs. He planted his feet and tried to stand. He didn’t get far, but far enough to lift my back off the grass. He brought his full weight back down, slamming me into the yard and driving the wind from my lungs. This loosened my scissor hold and Matt then grapevine my legs. In this position, his crotch ground into mine. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against mine. I squirmed and struggled against him, but he had me good. The only thing I could do was grind my cock into his.
I pushed my hips into his, sliding my swimsuit covered cock against his. He tried to tighten his grips, but in the end, matched my grinds with his. Not sure who came first, but I noticed Matt’s eyes go wide and he gasped. I knew he just blew his load which was a good thing, because I followed shortly thereafter. After our cocks oozed the last of their loads, Matt rolled off and lay beside me.
“Guess now is as good a time as any to tell you I’m into cockfighting.” Matt gasped.
“Kinda figured that out, son.” I replied.
After a few more minutes of rest, I got to my feet. I reached down to give Matt a hand and pulled him to his feet.
“Ready for round 2?” Matt asked with a grin.
“You want more? Okay, let’s do it.” I replied taking a wrestlers stance.
“Let’s make this more interesting, shall we?” Matt suggested.
“Okay. How?” I replied.
Without another word, he peeled off his swimsuit and stood before me nude. His thick patch of light brown pubes was matted with dried cum and his cut cock hung limply over his fat hairy balls. After a moment’s hesitation, I peeled off my swimsuit and returned to my stance. We slowly circled each other, never breaking eye contact. In my peripheral vision, I noticed Matt’s cock growing hard as we moved closer to each other. My cock, of course, was hard and throbbing by the time our hands met. We pushed and shoved against each other in a test of strength. As our bodies drew closer, our hard cocks bounced off each other. I swiveled my hips and swung my cock into Matt’s. He grinned and swung his cock back into mine. Still tightly gripping each other hands, we swung our cocks back and forth in a fleshy swordfight. We continued until our bodies were pressed together with our throbbing swords trapped between us.
Matt shifted his grip and locked me in a tight bearhug. I could feel his forearms and fists digging into the small of my back. I tried to return the bearhug, but I couldn’t get a tight hold around his biceps. The best I could do was to squeeze his chest, limiting his air intake. As we danced around the yard, our cocks rubbed and ground against each other. Our bellies and pubes were wet with a combination of sweat and precum oozing from our throbbing dicks. We thrust our hips into each other, grinding our cocks even more. Matt’s fat balls were bouncing off of mine with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm getting near and couldn’t do anything to stop it. I started to pant and gasp as we ground our bodies together. I let out a loud gasp as my cock exploded between us. Load after massive load of hot creamy goo spewed from my dick. About half way through my orgasm, Matt’s throbbing cock let go and added more cum between us. I sagged against my son as my cock grew limp. We sank to the grass again and landed in a heap of arms and legs, panting from exertion.
“We’re even, pop.” Matt panted.
“Yeah, son, we are.” I replied.
“Great way to end the day.” Matt said. “Dinner’s on me.”
“Excellent.” I said.
bassman (40)
8/27/2013 5:53 PM(In reply to this)
Great story. I want to write one that involves workmates.
rassler (4)
8/28/2013 5:03 PM(In reply to this)
Do you mean father and son working on the same job and having a fight? Could be interesting...
bassman (40)
8/28/2013 5:18 PM(In reply to this)
or 2 unrelated guys
rassler (4)
8/27/2013 4:56 PM(In reply to this)
Great story, very erotic and exciting! There should be FAR more dad/son fight stories around... and not just the usual older vs younger stuff.
There's a group devoted to this fantasy here, did you join it?