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... to lift Hawthorn from the ground to throw him over his shoulder. Hawthorn tried to escape, twisting his body and using his legs to keep his balance. Lowland pulled back, holding Hawthorn in a headlock. His son fought, forcing them both onto their sides. Hawthorn managed to slip one arm free, using it to leverage his father onto his back for the pin.

Lowland was more clever than that. Releasing his hold on Hawthorn’s arm, he rolled onto his stomach and braced his hands on the straw mat. It was impressive that Hawthorn had managed to get the upper hand so quickly.

He could feel Hawthorn’s body pressing down on his back. The feeling of his son’s hips pressing into his rear made Lowland groan. His mind drifted to thoughts of what this would feel like if Hawthorn possessed a cock of his own. The thought distracted him enough that he could not stop Hawthorn from wrapping his arms around his waist and forcing him onto his back. The match was over.

Hawthorn pinned his father to the mat. Lowland struggled to regain his breath as his son stared down at him. Both men were panting and dripping with sweat. Tiny droplets fell from Hawthorn’s thick hair onto Lowland’s forehead. Lowland watched as his son looked at him with curious regard. Lowland blinked slowly, then found himself reaching up to brush the hair from his son’s gentle face. With his hand in Hawthorn’s hair, Lowland pulled his son down for a kiss.

He had expected Hawthorn to break away from him, but the young man ...

... sighed into his father’s mouth and kissed him back. Their lips parted with breathless enthusiasm, and their tongues met in a fervent kiss. Blood pulsed into Lowland’s cock as Hawthorn’s body pressed against his. He could feel the inviting heat that radiated from his son’s pussy. It drove him wild, and Lowland could not help but feel the need to sink into his son.

Hawthorn’s arms braced on either side of Lowland as he took control of the kiss. Lowland responded eagerly, holding onto his son’s narrow waist and driving Hawthorn’s hips into his. Their nethers met in a grinding motion that allowed Lowland’s cock to glide along the slick folds.

The young man moaned and grasped at his father, taking a fistful of the older man’s hair in his hand. Breaking the kiss, Hawthorn looked up into his father’s eyes and groaned, “Shall I claim my victory, father?”

Lowland’s cock throbbed. His son’s voice had gone deep and husky, thick with a desire Lowland never knew he wanted to hear from another man. Let alone his own son.

He swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes still fixed on his son. “I’m yours for the taking. Always will be.”

It was not Hawthorn’s first time claiming victory in a wrestling match, but it was the first time the two of them had crossed this line. Lowland had watched his son claim many a man in the arena, just as he had done and as his father had done before him. It had always been a moment of pride and a small amount of jealousy as time went on. Now his son ...