Wrestling - Sex Stories

Wrestling

... be our bed,” Hawthorn whispered with breathless urgency. “I will have no other but you. No other man will know me as you do. No other man will be able to touch me as you do. No other man will be able to love me as you do. And when you go, there will be no one to fill the void you leave behind; I love you, father.”

Lowland barely managed to stifle a moaned reply, “I love you too.” as his hips pressed into his son, causing him to groan. A tidal wave of pleasure engulfed him as he and Hawthorn climaxed together. Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss as their bodies shuddered and released in spasms of ecstasy. Stars burst behind his eyelids as he emptied himself into his son. The release felt as though it would never end. And he never wanted it to. His arms wrapped around his son as he held him tightly against his chest. He barely registered his son’s grip in his hair as he rode him into another round of bliss that left them both gasping for air.

They remained in the training shed for hours. Laying together in the afterglow of pleasure, kissing, and touching before the need to be together again drove them to more rounds of passionate sex. Hawthorn even surprised his father by revealing a handmade cock he could strap around his waist with a leather belt.

He lubricated the smooth wooden phallus with the remnants of previous lovemaking that dripped from his pussy. Then strapped it around his waist before settling between Lowland’s legs. The older man had ...

... endured such treatment in his many years as a wrestler, but he could not stop the thudding of his heart as his son took one of his legs and settled it on his shoulder. Lowland felt the cockhead press into his rear for only a moment before it slowly eased inside.

The sound that came from him was not a masculine one, but Lowland had often dreamed of this moment and couldn’t refrain from moaning. He lay on his back as his son held his hip in one hand and wrapped the other around his elevated leg. Hawthorn used the muscular thigh as leverage as he pushed the cock deeper inside.

“It feels good, father?” Hawthorn asked as he rocked his hips in and out.

Lowland raised his arms over his head and arched his back in pleasure. “Yes, my love. It feels very good.”

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasure that his son was giving him. He felt Hawthorn’s hand leave his hip to slide his fingers through the coarse hair at the base of his cock up to his chest. While Lowland’s body was not in the shape it had once been in his youth, he was still strong. The fingers glided along his form with the same admiration he had for Hawthorn earlier.

Suddenly, he felt the wooden cock slip from inside him. Opening his eyes, Lowland whimpered at the loss before he saw Hawthorn’s intention. The young man patted Lowland’s thigh and gestured for him to roll over.

There was no hesitation from the older man. He rolled to his stomach and spread his legs. Hawthorn gripped his hips and lifted ...