I knew it was going to be difficult adjusting when Caleb left home to go to college. An empty nest for any parent can be tough, but as a single gay dad, it can be particularly rough. I sacrificed a lot to keep custody of the boy, staying in the closet most of those years. Particularly during Caleb’s early years, family courts were not friendly at all to LGBTQ+ parents, blood parent or not. I came out to Caleb during his late teens, which opened the door for me to date some. He was totally cool with my sexuality, and fiercely protective of my privacy and need for discretion.
Even now, his Senior year, it can be difficult and I get lonely. Sure, I feel a lot more freedom now to date and have men over, however I just haven’t met the right guy yet. So, I was really excited to welcome him home for fall break!
Good god, looking through the window watching him get out of the car and collecting his gear, I marveled again at how he hit the genetic jackpot! He was by far the most handsome and athletic of his male cousins. I certainly never came close to being as jacked as him! Of course it helped that wrestling was his sport of choice and therefore he was built like a brick shithouse! Waves of guilt and shame would come over me at times like this, but I convinced myself it was fatherly pride and not incestuous lust I was feeling.
We greeted each other with big bear hugs and we both still insisted on a kiss when greeting or parting. We caught up on stuff. He updated me on his studies and training. He was top of his weight class now, but there was still fierce competition from the underclassmen fighting for a spot on the squad. He looked me up and down and noted that my workouts haven’t slacked. He shared the pride he feels that his dad is still in good shape when his bud’s dads have gone soft. I couldn’t help but blush, but it was cool he noticed.
It was still early…mid afternoon…and he asked if I still had the mats laid out in the basement. I put down the regulation wrestling mats in the basement when he was in grade school and already serious about and excelling in the sport. He didn’t need to know that I kept the set up as my own playroom with him gone. Yeah, I put it to use a couple times!
“Yeah, they’re still there like you asked.”
“Cool! How about we go down and practice some drills! I’m pretty tight from the drive and can stand to burn off some steam.”
We regularly used the mats when he was young. It gave him an opportunity to practice on a bigger and heavier opponent, and I appreciated the workouts. As he matured into his teens, he physically matured and filled out beyond his years. Grappling with my hot teenaged son got weird and I begged off our practice sessions. Besides, he had teammates more serious about the sport by that time to invite over to practice during the off season. I would join them now and then to ref. I surprised myself at how well I could stay focused on the action and not get too physically excited by the eye candy!
“Caleb,” I confessed, “you’re way beyond my skills now.”
“Come on! It’ll be like old times! It’s been years and I’ve really missed it.” With the innocent pleading in his eyes, I swore I was looking at my 12 year old boy!
Always perceptive and sensitive for such a strong jock, he addressed the real reason for my hesitation, “Look, I know you’re gay and it’s cool. And yeah, you’re my dad…so what!? It’s only drills.”
So with that we headed downstairs. He had brought gear home with him, of course, and started to change into it. I couldn’t help but marvel at his physical perfection as he stripped down. Now I had always been described as a “fireplug” being shorter and thickly muscled, particularly in the legs, but he took it to a whole other level. I was never as lean and totally jacked as him. Fuck! Figures he’s hung, too! It’s not the first time I’d seen him nude as an adult, but the first time I noticed how thick and long his cock is even soft…well maybe not totally soft. Hmmmmm? Anyway, as this was now a sort of playroom of sorts, I kept my singlets down here and can proudly claim I still fit in my college gear!
I caught him looking me over as I was changing, “Fuck, Dad! You still got it! You know how many people think you’re my brother instead of my father?” It warmed me that he’s so proud of me and I couldn’t help blushing! Well, to the action…
We faced off and worked on his takedowns and reversals. We were both working up a lather of sweat. We faced each other again and I couldn’t not notice his cock starting to lengthen and swell as a challenging grin came across his face.
“You’re hanging in pretty well for an old man!”
“Yeah, well you’re not really testing me.”
“Oh, wait! I’ll show you who’s stronger now!”
That line got me instantly hard as I remembered fantasizing about this moment back in the day, but purged it from memory. The full power of his muscular body slamming into me knocked the wind out of me and got me back in focus. We weren’t just practicing drills anymore but two men grappling for control.
My cock started getting harder the harder I fought. I couldn’t help it…rough play had always been an aphrodisiac for me. Throw some body punching in with the grappling and that sends me over the top! I always was a little shamed by it, thinking it perverted, but who knew…there’s even a word for it…Agonophilia. Turns out I’m not the only one!
By now the testosterone was flowing and I was totally into the fight with a strong, muscular man; in the zone and not even thinking about just who I was wrestling. I somehow got on top of him with his torso stretched and abs wide open and drove my fist into the pit of his gut with all my strength. The first punch caught him totally off guard and his pained vocal reaction was music to my ears, motivating me to continue my punching. He recovered and escaped my hold before I could land a fourth punch.
Back on our knees facing each other catching our breath I was shocked back into reality: this isn’t some hot trick I’m fucking around with, but my son! Yet, he was looking back at me with unabashed lust!
“Fuck yeah! So this is where it’s going!”
Before I could respond he dove at me full force, no holding back! He proceeded to manipulate me at will…grinning, laughing, and delighting in his total dominance over me. Soon he was on top of me, pinning my hands to the mat over my head with his, and grinding his throbbing cock into mine. I was breathless, my head spinning, when his expression suddenly became very serious. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in what was at first a tender kiss. Then his tongue separated my lips, invading my mouth with our tongues continuing the wrestling match.
What the fuck is happening? My kid kissing me like a lover, and I’m kissing him back? I’d be lying if I said the thought had never entered my mind. It had and it excited me. It’s so wrong…against every norm…but my hormones were taking over me like I was still an adolescent.
The sensual interlude was short lived as he took the advantage again, pinning me in a hold similar to what I had him in earlier, giving me a taste of my own medicine. His fist started raining down on my wide open gut. Each punch driving deeper and harder, paralyzing my ability to breathe. Holy fuck, the kid is strong! I’d played around a bit and had several opportunities to indulge my gutpunching fetish with some hot men, but I had never taken punches like this before!
“You’re no match for me, old man!”
Well that snapped me back and I was able to escape his hold to catch my breath. We’re both fiercely competitive, and this was a fight now!
“You want to play?” I asked. “Let’s play!”
I got up and walked over to a bin against the wall and opened it. Inside was my collection of fight gear. I reached in and grabbed a couple pairs of UFC fighting gloves and tossed him a pair.
“Here…put these on.”
His eyes lit up as we strapped them tightly around our wrists. We didn’t break eye contact. We became gladiators preparing to fight.
Again, we dove at each other with determination. I lucked out with the take down and started my assault on his abs and ribs. I’m still pretty strong and can knock the wind out of a man, but he was able to absorb my punches with just some grunts. It didn’t take long for him to reverse and start working my body over. His punches were much harder. He got me with one particularly hard punch to the pit of my gut right below my solar plexus. It felt like his fist was aiming for my backbone! “Nice shot!” I managed before escaping and getting back to my feet.
Both on our feet facing each other, he was looking a bit too satisfied and cocky, so it was time to take it up a level. When he came at me this time, I surprised him with a very solid jab to the point of his chin, snapping his head back in temporary shock. I seized the advantage with a left to his jaw and immediate right hook to his cheek. The boy was going to be sporting a nice goose egg tomorrow!
With the surprise of stunning face punches, he dropped his guard allowing me to back him up against the wall. Bracing him up with my left forearm while driving uppercuts into his gut with my right fist. One, two, three punches met with grunts. I could see the pain in his eyes, yet he clearly had the strength to protect himself or escape by then, but instead he gave me a direct stare and taunted me, “Harder!”
Did my boy inherit my gutpunching fetish??? I drove in a fourth punch. “I said HARDER, motherfucker!” I continued driving my right fist as hard as I could into his wall of solid muscle. He met my punches with a grunt and whoosh of breath exhaling as he tensed. After about a half dozen more punches that he took with ease pushed me off him. As I stumbled a little backwards, he grinned, “Now it’s MY turn for some fun!”
He advanced as I was still a little off balance and my guard down, and caught my chin with a teeth rattling uppercut. I was able to regain my balance and back away from a follow up punch. I swung a haymaker right towards his jaw which he easily smacked away with his left forearm and a chastising, “Na, ah!” as he delivered a right then left hook to my body, finishing with a final devastating right uppercut to my solar plexus, causing my body to fold over his fist.
He allowed me a couple breaths before proclaiming, “Yes, Dad…I AM tough enough!” He was apparently amused by the shocked and questioning look on my face. “You think I don’t know my way around the Internet? You’re so transparent! I’ve seen your profile on Scruff and checked out your Are You Tough Enough? blog. I’ve been wanting this for years! I see you’re enjoying this, too,” he noted pointing to my erect cock and huge wet spot of precum. “Come on,” he pleaded, “let go and let’s have some fun! After all, I know just what you want and can give it to you,” he bragged as he snapped my head back with another jab followed by another hook to my body. He gripped my shoulders, spun me around, and it was my turn to be pinned back to the wall. He moved in for a kiss even more hungry and passionate than before. We took the opportunity to delight in the power of each other’s muscles. I then totally surrendered my body and mind to the experience and melted against him. He broke the kiss and started rubbing both of his clenched fists up and down my abdominal wall. He gave me a questioning look and I nodded approval, reaching up to lace my fingers behind my head, leaving my gut wide open for the assault to come.
He reached up to palm my biceps and commanded me to flex. He rubbed his hands up and down my body reaching down finally to stroke my cock and cup my balls. We both got lost for a moment in the intimacy and significance of that gesture.
He took his stance, and I nodded I was ready, and the body break down began. The boy showed amazing control of his power, throwing combinations of lighter punches followed by an unexpected hard shot here and there. He had already made it abundantly clear that he had the power to take me out with just one more punch, but that wasn’t the point. His goal became to edge me on the pain/pleasure continuum for as long as possible.
He apparently read my blog well, and knew exactly what gets me off. He swung his body weight into a straight right deep into my gut. The hardest and most effective punch yet, my leg reflexively came up and my torso pitched over in protection. He immediately straightened me back up pushing my back firmly against the wall and followed up with an even more powerful straight punch to the pit of my gut. So firmly against the wall, my body had no option but to absorb all the energy. He withdrew his fist as I folded again with a welp of pain, only to be straightened up for a third body folding pile driving punch. Standing me back up against the wall for a third time, we made eye contact and he went back to caressing my torso with his fists and working my cock and balls. We were both dripping sweat and he moved in for another kiss and to lick some sweat off my face, a gesture I was eager to reciprocate.
“How are you hanging in there, Dad? Fucking hot that you’re still standing!”
“You’re wearing me out, Boy! You’re such a fucking hot, powerful man, I couldn’t be more proud!”
“Goddamn, you have no idea how I idolized you growing up! When we wrestled when I was a kid I wanted to grow and be as strong as you. All I ever wanted was to be half the man you are and make you proud. Is this working for you? Are you having fun?”
“Holy fucking shit, Caleb! I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like I’m in a dream! So yes, I AM having fun!”
“Awesome!” He put his guard back up and did a “Come here” motion with his hands inviting me to throw a couple unblocked shots. Then it was my turn to tense my abs and take a couple. This went on for a couple turns each, but my strength was beginning to fade. He had pretty much worn me out against the wall…I was still amazed that I hadn’t cum or passed out yet…or both! So it was time for the finale.
This time, before motioning him in, I sported the biggest, proudest smile I’d ever shown.
“Come on, Boy! Show me what ya got! Make your dad proud!”
He just shook his head and rubbed his crotch in anticipation. We put our guard up, and he moved forward. I connected a couple jabs to rile him up a bit to nail me with an uppercut to my chin that was able to carry even more power than the one earlier. Fuck, the stud had been holding back all along! Can’t say I’m surprised but still…from the very beginning his punches were the hardest I’d ever taken, and now they’re going up a notch!
“Fight back!”
I tried my best to land more punches but he was easily blocking them and getting past my guard. He threw yet another even harder uppercut to my jaw which surprisingly did not knock me out. With my head thrown back and my torso arched, he drove his left fist straight into my solar plexus and as my body started to bend in pain, he powered his right fist into my folding gut with such force he must have lifted my feet a couple inches off the mat! I collapsed to the mat, doubled over gasping for breath.
He came down to the mat with me and we started to make out. We tore off the gloves and I reached up to pull down the straps of his singlet. My son was no longer a boy but a grown man with thick meaty pecs covered with an ample layer of fur. I’m so glad he doesn’t manscape his chest like so many his age! His nipples were already peaked, inviting me to nurse on them and tease them with the tip of my tongue. Judging from his moans and bucking, his nipples are directly wired to his cock just like his old man’s!
After giving both sides some attention, I buried my face in his pit while grasping both his biceps. I was enjoying his musky masculine scent when he decided to drive me nuts by flexing into an intoxicating double biceps. The boy’s got guns to die for! Solid muscle with no body fat, it was like palming two softballs covered with the thinnest layer of skin.
I pulled his singlet down further and continued the tongue bath down to his abs. I know he’s no virgin, but I was still impressed with how he knew how to work it, particularly with another man, by flexing and teasing me with his muscles. I couldn’t wait to trace his cum gutters with my tongue and fingertips. Judging from the quivering and spasming of his muscles, he was enjoying it, too!
His crotch had a massive wet spot from precum. He was primed and I wasn’t wasting any more time. I pulled his singlet all the way off and swallowed his cock, burying my nose in his pubic hair. Worked my best oral skills on him, with fatherly pride rising up again as my boy repeatedly choked me with his massive meat!
“Fuck, Dad! I want some of you, too,” he exclaimed as he pulled me off him and helped me strip off my singlet. With both of us naked, he pulled me in for another mind blowing kiss. Finally breaking the kiss, he looked me lovingly in the eyes, and told me how he had wanted this since he was a teenager.
“I love you, Dad,” he told me as he pushed my hips to the mat, swallowing my throbbing cock as he pressed his cockhead to my lips. I opened my mouth and my throat to his fucking. In the 69 position, the bends of our cocks allowed deeper penetration down each other’s throat. He kept his hands on my hips as he nursed my cock. I gripped his solid glutes and worked my hands up and down his torso worshiping his muscles as he fucked my throat relentlessly.
He was a man on a mission and was not going to stop until he got what he wanted. I could tell he was about to blow as his tempo picked up. He buried his cock as deep into my throat as it would go and I felt it spasming and spewing his seed into my gut just as I started to shoot my load into his mouth. We were both bucking with full body orgasms that seemed to last for minutes.
We finally caught our breath again and cleaned each other’s cock and balls with our tongues. He laid down next to me so we could share another kiss.
“Welcome home, Son!” I said a warm smile that he reflected back.
“There’s no place like home!” Then his expression became more serious as he snuggled up closer to me. “Let’s go upstairs. What’s for dinner?”
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