Wrestling - Sex Stories

Wrestling

... leaned back and lined up his cock to his awaiting entrance.

Just as Hawthorn had done to others he had claimed, he reached down and gripped Lowland around the throat as he lowered himself. Lowland groaned as his hands gripped the straw beneath him. The wet canal of his son’s pussy wrapped around him, squeezing him tight. He could see the shape of his cock moving within his son, just under the hardened muscles of his abdomen. Hawthorn kept an agonizingly slow pace, something he had never done with any of the men he had claimed before. This was something special between him and his father.

Lowland couldn’t speak. Hawthorn’s grip around his throat kept him silent and submissive as he rode him. He fought the urge to hold his son’s waist. He would treat this as a victory in the area until Hawthorn expressed otherwise. However, his hips juddered and bucked of their own accord. The muscles of his stomach were tightened as he fought to keep himself from cumming. Even though he wanted nothing more than to empty himself in his son, to finish so soon would be humiliating.

“You look magnificent beneath me like this, father,” Hawthorn gasped as he continued his slow torture. His eyes fluttered once in a while, and the breath escaped him in bursts of ecstasy. When his eyes opened again, he released his grip on Lowland and sat up to untie the binding around his chest. Even with the bindings removed, Hawthorn’s were not the breasts of a woman; round, soft, ready to tend to an ...

... infant’s needs or a man’s pleasure. They were hardened from years of training and shaped like the pillowy pectorals of an athlete.

Hawthorn reached down and took his father’s hands, placing them against the muscles of his stomach and gliding them over his skin to his chest. Lowland couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped his lips as realization dawned on him. This was not Hawthorn giving him permission to take charge. This was Hawthorn ordering him to admire. To worship the body he helped sculpt into being with flesh and blood and years of labor and care.

“My son,” Lowland groaned in pleasure as he caressed Hawthorn. “I could spend my life worshipping you. I could not stop if you commanded me to. I would live in reverence to you until the day I die and even in the realm after. You are my greatest achievement, the crown jewel in my life, and I love you more than life itself.”

His hands caressed the dips and hollows of his son’s chest and belly as he spoke. He swirled the calloused pads of his fingers over the sensitive nipples, causing them to harden and his son to gasp in pleasure. He felt Hawthorn tremble and pick up the pace as he rode his father’s cock.

Sensing the end was drawing near, Lowland placed his hands on Hawthorn’s hips and held him as his hips thrust upward. The young man was panting, sweat dripping from his body as he neared the brink of release. Leaning forward, Hawthorn pressed his forehead against his father and held eye contact with him.

“Your bed will ...