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I plant both my hands on the mat and push up as hard as I can, which is pretty damn hard, even with Dad on top of me. I twist my body while I do it so that Dad and I land on our backs, me on top of him. Once again, I start to dig my elbow into Dad’s thigh. He’s got a choice now: he can either let me go, or figure out a way to explain a bruise there to Mom next time she sees him naked.

He chooses to let me go as his legs separate. Instantly, I turn over and grab his wrists, trying to pin him down. Our cocks are both rock hard at this point and I grind mine into his, my manhood wrestling with his even as I wrestle with him. The look on Dad’s face is one of pure enjoyment, with a grin as wide as I’ve ever seen and a fire in his eyes that I only see when we meet on the mat.

Before I know what’s happening, Dad has gotten a leg up and planted a foot in my stomach – not a kick, just setting it in place. He straightens his leg with all his considerable muscle behind it, and the push breaks my grip on his wrists and sends me flying to land on my back halfway across the mat.

We both get to our feet. Our cocks are both rock hard, and not only are they tenting our briefs, which themselves are absolutely soaked with sweat, our waistbands are about a half inch away from our bodies. Precum has been leaking from both of us and has begun to stain the front pouches. Dad, still grinning, reaches into the waistband of his briefs and begins to slide them, slowly, to the floor.

I stare as my father strips for me. Swallowing hard as I see the dark hair and then the thick base of his cock. Mouth starting to water as inch after inch of the shaft is revealed. A slight shortness of breath when I see the head pop out, and the sudden, irrational thought, That’s where I came from.

Dad lets his briefs fall to the floor and kicks them off the mat, then stands and looks at me expectantly. I begin to slide my briefs, just as slowly, off of my body. Up to a certain point, my actions mimic his. The hair. The base. The shaft, inch by tantalizing inch. The head popping out.

But instead of letting my briefs slide to the floor, I turn my back on Dad, and ease them to the floor slowly. Since my arms aren’t six feet long, they’re not going to reach the floor by themselves. I’ll have to help them out. I can hear Dad draw in his breath sharply at the first sight of my bare ass, and as I start to bend over and I can feel that my pucker is exposed, I’m almost certain I can hear a low moan coming from him.

I barely get the briefs off when I hear Dad rushing me from behind. I plant my feet and manage to time it just right – just as Dad reaches me and reaches for me, I lean back as hard as I can so our bodies collide. I’m very proud of myself – until I realize that I’ve just given Dad my back again. DUMB.

Dad forces me to bend over backwards and wraps his meaty arms around my head, once again forcing my face into his armpit. The scent and the sweat almost make me cum right then and there. This time I don’t hold back; I open my mouth and let my tongue play in the forest that is Dad’s pit hair. I hear another low moan from him, and while his left arm holds me in position, I feel his right hand slowly start to stroke my dick.

“No……” I murmur. “Too…..close…..” Immediately Dad’s hand withdraws from my cock. I’m way too close to cumming and neither one of us wants this to end. Dad begins to kneel, forcing my body down with him, only stopping when his knees and my ass have touched the mat.

Time to take back the match. Our bodies are drenched in sweat at this point, and they’re slippery. I slide out of Dad’s grasp – he doesn’t exactly try to keep me in the hold – and spin on the mat so that my legs are within range. I snap on a quick, but not especially hard, headscissors, and then twist at the hips to bring Dad down to the mat on his side. I reach over and grab his thick, dark hair, and pull him closer to my balls.

When I’ve got Dad’s face just a hair’s breadth from my balls, I feel something wet and hard sliding along them, and I know that Dad had allowed his own tongue to go walkabout. Pure pleasure sends my brain into overdrive as Dad ever so gently licks and sucks at my balls. I have his head firmly between my legs, but I’m not applying any pressure at all. It’s only when a tooth decides it wants in on the action that I squeeze Dad’s head with my powerful thighs by way of warning.

He immediately eases off, and I decide to up the ante. I twist my body again so that Dad is now on his back with me on top of him, and then I release the scissors and ease myself into a sitting position on his barrel chest. With my legs straddling him, I reach down and pull his head into my junk again, fully expecting him to open wide and take me into his mouth, admitting his defeat in the process.

Silly me.

Dad’s legs come up and somehow get under my arms, and when he flexes them, they take me with them, so that I end up crashing down to the mat on my back. I’ve gone from being the schoolboy pinner to the schoolboy pin-nee in a split second. Dad’s on top of me, and now he leans forward to pin my arms down, then forces them to my side and pins them in place with his legs.

He's got me.