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Wrestling

“Father, will you help me stretch?”

Lowland looked up from his work. His son stood at the workshop doorway, the evening son making the sweat on his skin glisten and highlighting his lithe frame. His Hawthorn was a beauty among the village’s young men, with his dark hair and soft brown eyes. Many wealthy men had offered lavish sums for his hand or to keep Hawthorn as a lover, but Lowland had never allowed his son to be taken from his side.

Setting aside his woodworking tools, Lowland followed his son to the training shed, where he practiced wrestling. Lowland had learned the art of wrestling from his father, the village’s first wrestling champion. Lowland, himself, had won the championship for five years in a row and was proud to pass on his skills to his son.

He helped Hawthorn out of his tunic and trouser until the young man was nude. The only thing that covered him was a thin linen band that cinched around his chest, binding back a set of breasts. Years of hard labor had shaped the muscles under the breasts into well-defined pectorals, but Hawthorn still preferred to keep them covered. That same hard work had given him strong legs and arms, and Lowland could only admire his son’s body with love and admiration.

The room was quiet except for the occasional grunt or expletive from Hawthorn as he was stretched and held in place. Lowland took his son by the arms and pulled him close, stretching his shoulders and elbows back and forth. Then placed a long wooden pole ...

... on his shoulders and twisted his son’s torso in opposite directions. Lowland admired the focused expression on his son’s face as he set into the lunges and squats. Each stretch and exercise left Hawthorn’s muscles trembling and sweat dripping down his body.

It was hard to focus on anything except his son. It only made hiding his lustful feelings for the young man more challenging. However, other times Lowland had watched his son this way, he could have sworn the young man was doing the exercises for him. That Hawthorn was purposefully trying to please him in other ways that had nothing to do with his wrestling abilities.

Lowland removed his clothes as he readied himself for his next lesson. Whether Hawthorn noticed the partial erection was hard to say. Hawthorn was such a serious and concentrated young man in the throws of his exercises.

They met in the center of the room and faced each other. Raising his hands, Lowland met Hawthorn’s gaze and waited. Hawthorn sighed, rolling his neck and shoulders in small circles. Mimicking his father’s stance, Hawthorn nodded, and the match began.

Their bodies came together with a force Lowland could feel through his entire being. While Hawthorn was smaller than most young men, he was sturdy and knew how to use his weight and strength.

Their hands grappled and blocked, searching for purchase on the other’s body. Lowland drove his arms under Hawthorn’s in an underhook and dropped to his knees. Using his larger size, he began ...