Father vs Son Wrestling

I don’t know why are you waiting for releasing the second part , did not you get the impact around the site and received thousands of messages as you’ve been hoping so or busy with other things that might happen as we have other responsibilities etc . Whatever you trying to do so it’s kind of getting unfair let your audience been waited more than they deserve . Joy to read become little bit bitter . Please don’t misunderstand me I was interested big time that I sort of had real life story with my dad and happy to hear I was not alone in this world and made me feel better not being the only one . What am saying is I think this getting little bit stretchy as time passing each day .

So very sorry. The second part will be written as soon as I have availability. I have been extremely busy here as of late, between work and things at home, but I promise to write the second half as soon as I can. Please be patient as it will be coming. Thank you

Thank you for reply , I totally understand the way impression your feelings admirable and need some time to put it down on the paper . Please don’t misunderstand me once again I’m just being impatient for the great story you come up with . All the best

Part 2 is now up, and the final part 3 will be available soon. Thanks for reading

Why are we waiting 🤗 such excited for part 2 . Looking forward to read it

This is gonna be a good part 2. I can just feel it.

Part 2 plis!!

Definitely, roll on Part 2.

Great story, looking forward to part 2

Great. hot story. Look forward to the continuation.

Imagine my surprise when I first learned about how my father was interested in erotic wrestling. I remember as a teenager that I was supposed to stop by his place after basketball practice once school had let out. My parents had been divorced for a few years, and I was in my senior year of high school. I had left a couple of things behind from my last visit with him, and I called him to let him know that I would be stopping by to pick them up after practice. As it ended up, practice was canceled that day, so as soon as school was out, I drove to his house. He hadn't been expecting me so soon, but I knew he was home as his shift from his job as a deputy had ended. I pulled into his driveway and entered the house through the back door. As I entered, I heard what I thought was a television playing, so I casually walked to the direction of the office where the sound was coming from located in his home. He definitely had not been expecting me so soon. As I slowly approached the office, the sounds I was hearing seemed to be some sort of struggle with lots of groaning, cussing and moaning. I thought to myself "what the hell kind of movie is he watching?" I came to a dead stop when I reached the door to his office and then stepped back out of view. Did I see that right? No, I must have been mistaken...so I peered around the door to take a second glance, being careful not to let him know of my arrival. What I viewed shocked me, but also intrigued me. My father was sitting at his computer desk wearing nothing but a pair of tighty whities watching a wrestling video he found online of two very muscular men wrestling each other completely naked. I remained hidden behind the entryway, but couldn't resist watching the scene being played out in front of me. Even though the angle of him at his desk was awkward for me to see the entire picture, I was aware that he was stiff as his underwear tented out very nicely, and he was playing with his dick through his underwear. I watched as he took his hands across his shoulders and chest, stopping long enough to tweak his nipples as he continued to stroke his cock with his other hand. He had been non verbal at first, but as the match he was viewing continued, he started shouting and cussing at the screen saying things like "Mother Fucker, I'd destroy you" and "I'd make you eat my fucking dick!" To say the least, this stirred some emotions in me and I began to feel myself growing in my jeans because I had never witnessed my father in this manner before, and I found it hot. As I continued to peer around the entry, he stood up from his desk and removed his tighty whities, never taking his eyes off of the screen. I was able to see his manhood in full view, and although I was slightly embarrassed and ridden with a feeling of guilt, I continued to observe him. He stood in front of the monitor, legs spread wide as he jerked himself and pounded on his body with his own fists. This was too much for me because the feeling I had was to strip down, walk in the room and join him and challenge him to wrestle me. But I couldn't do that. So, I just stood there and watched until he ejaculated. I then crept quietly back outside and went to the front door and knocked on the door (which I rarely have done in the past), and shouted for him. He appeared a few minutes later shirtless and in jeans and told me he didn't know I'd be stopping by so soon. I never mentioned anything to him, and he obviously never spoke about it to me, so we just sat down for a quick visit before I grabbed my stuff and left. But what I saw that afternoon stayed with me for a very long time, giving me endless fantasies that I played over again and again in my mind. I wanted to learn more, but I didn't know how to go about it. Approximately two years after that, I decided I needed to know what that afternoon was all about, so once again I traveled to my Dad's place unannounced. What I witnessed that particular day two years before made me realize my interest in erotic wrestling and I wanted to see if I could catch him in the act again if I showed up without him expecting me. I really didn't know what to expect, if anything, or what my true intentions were. However, upon arriving at his home, I saw a pick up truck in his driveway that I didn't recognize. He has company. I figured it might be a coworker or a friend who had stopped by, so I drove right passed his home and continued up the street. But as I drove, I kept thinking about that truck. I knew most of his friends who would stop by for a visit, and I didn't know who that truck belonged to. I decided I needed to check it out, so I turned around and parked my car up the street. Once again, I found myself quietly entering the back door and heard commotion coming from the living room. I had a hunch something might be going on, and as I peeked around the corner into the living room, I could see the furniture had been cleared back and then I saw my Dad wrestling naked with another man. I had no idea who the man was, but as they hooked up with hands on each others shoulders, I could see huge erections on both men. I desperately wanted to watch, but knew I'd be in big trouble if I had made my presence known, so I decided to leave, but it had confirmed my suspicions and I knew that somehow I had to wrestle my father. It was too much of a turn on for me, although I knew it would probably never happen. How could I get him to do this with me? I wasn't especially close with my Dad, never really had been, but I so desperately wanted to explore this. At the time, I wasn't aware of man to man combat sites, which was what I later discovered was what my Dad was into. So, I did some investigating. It was probably a year later when I found a wrestling site and found my Dad's profile on it. His photos never revealed his face, but I recognized the rooms he was in as his home, and I could tell it was his hot body. I made up a secretive profile, but pictures I placed were actually my own, just no face photos. Apparently, it was enough to gain his attention, and I had received a short message from him. In the message, he stated that he saw we were close in distance and he'd be interested in wrestling with me. I wasn't sure how to respond, or even if I should. I can't allow my identity to be known. A couple of days had passed with no response from me when I received a second message. It read, "I'd really be interested to roll with you. Let's see what we can do to make this happen." So, he wanted to wrestle me pretty badly. The latest photos he had posted of himself were extremely impressive as he had apparently been working out moreso than what he usually did. I wanted him, so I went for it and responded with a general message of interest without revealing too much about myself. I was sure he would lose interest if he knew it was me. Anyway, we messaged each other back and forth for a couple of weeks and had exchanged private photos which only fueled both of our desires to wrestle until I sent a message agreeing to meet him. We both needed discretion and decided to meet up at an abandoned location where no one would be at 2:00 a.m. I couldn't believe I was actually going to expose myself like this to him. I knew who he was, but he had no idea he had been chatting with his own son. As I drove to the destination where we were to meet, my heart was racing and a million images played throughout my mind. What was he going to say when he saw me? Would he get angry or embarrassed or would he follow through? I was scared, but my desire to wrestle him seemed to overshadow that fear. I needed to know. When I was close enough to the meeting place, I had parked my car a little farther down the road and decided to walk the remaining distance. I figured if I was going to chicken out, I could easily slip back to my car and take off leading him to believe I was a no show. As I approached, I saw him through the bushes. He was just walking around the parking lot, kicking his feet at stones waiting for his challenger. He was shirtless and in a pair of jeans and work boots and his body looked amazing as the moon bounced off of his massive chest and biceps. I immediately stripped my shirt and stood there just watching him as I felt my own jeans tightening up in my crotch area. I just stood there for a few minutes, chest heaving with every breath as I watched him, thinking back to that afternoon years ago when I caught him at his computer. Am I really going to go through with this? I have to. I NEED to. But can I? Part 2 to come