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Tonight's main event at the Sherbrooke Meet... Canadian Stripjitsu.
No submission or tap outs. The goal is to remove you opponents gi and whatever is underneath. So much fun and a whole new set of skills required. There was a champ. It wasn't me.

Awesome start to the Sherbrooke Meet up.

The sequel to Dave and Charlie

Here is a expert from the story:

“How’s that feel boy?” He taunted, “You like that don’t you?” The fact that I was hard was a pretty clear indication I did but I growled out a “fuck you” anyway. He reached back and grabbed the back of my neck with his free hand and pulled me in again. He forced his tongue into my mouth grunting and kissed me forcefully. I struggled to pull away but he kept me firmly locked in place. Finally he let go of my throbbing cock then pushed me face forward to the mat. Before I could react he took hold of the briefs that were stuck just above my knees and yanked them all the way off. I was naked now except for my socks. I rolled over and sat up. He was standing holding my underwear to his face.

“Yep, just like your old man… jobber.” He said tossing them aside. I growled and launched myself forward, tackling him and we both crashed to the mats in a writhing heap. We rolled and grappled crashing into boxes before struggling back the other way, arms and legs fighting for control. He had his meaty arm across my face, pulling me into his hairy chest I had my arms locked around his waist, I could taste his sweat on my lips and feel his fat cock pressing against me. I managed to gain some control so he released my head and twisted onto his stomach in an attempt to get away but I used my weight to keep him under me and I climbed higher onto his back. I snuck my arms under his shoulders lacing my fingers together at the base of his neck in a full nelson. My hard dick nestled itself between his hairy ass cheeks and I began to thrust forward with my hips. I pushed forward on his head and pulled back working the nelson. He groaned and clenched his ass but he was so sweaty after the two rounds with my Dad that my cock slid into the tight space anyway.

“Who’s getting fucked now old man?” I crowed. He didn’t answer but continued to struggle under me. I could feel him trying to power out of the nelson, using his muscle to bring his arms down and force my fingers apart but the last time we wrestled I was eighteen, I wasn’t a boy any longer and my strength was more than a match for him now. “You’re not going anywhere.” I whispered.

I rode his ass until I felt myself about to cum and then stopped not wanting this to end quite yet. Rick got wise and stopped trying to power out of the nelson; instead he raised his hands over his head and stretched out. The force I was able to exert on his neck and shoulders was greatly reduced so I let go and flipped around facing his feet instead. I sat up on his back and grabbed one of his ankles. I pulled it toward me forcing him to bend at the knee and tried to lock in a single Boston but he kicked out. He turned into me and once again we were rolling and grappling for position. We got to our knees and locked up collar and elbow, I was just as slick as he was now. We fought with our arms, chest to chest until he managed to slip his underneath mine and clamp his hands together. He pulled me into him squeezing all the air out of my lungs and crushing my ribs in a powerful bearhug. I grunted and moaned, pushed against him and struggled to break free. From our position on our knees our cocks also fought against each other. He kept the pressure up and I began to feel myself getting weaker, not only from his bearhug but also from being completely hard and ready to explode. I refused to tap though, I wanted to win so I summoned an extra reserve of strength, gritted my teeth and fought back. Using how wet we were to my advantage I managed to slide the palms of my hands like a knife between his arms and his chest, first one then the other. Once past his shoulders I was able to reach around his back and lock them together. He was now in my bearhug and I momentarily pulled him in tight and squeezed his ribs before twisting and throwing him to the mat crashing on top and knocking the air out of him. I quickly scrambled to a side position and put him in a headlock. I lifted up on his neck, crushing his face with my flexed bicep. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the black jock he had ripped off his head when he grabbed my balls. I reached out and picked it up then shoved in into his face. “What smells like jobber now old man?” I hissed, he gagged and coughed as I pushed the pouch into his mouth. “You like that taste? Not a boy anymore am I, come on admit it, I’m too much man for you now.” I was feeling pretty powerful, he was fighting to get away from me but I held him in place, proud that I was superior and loving every minute of this. My humiliation of him was cut short though when I felt myself being yanked back by Dad’s thick arm around my neck. What the hell I wondered as he dragged me off Rick.
“You’re a little too cocky for your own good son; you need to be taught a lesson.” He snarled answering my unspoken question.

I am really excited to share that after alot of rewrites, edits and polishing my first erotic wrestling novel is finally avaialble for download: DAVE & CHARLIE FATHER SON WRESTLERS. What began last year as a "keep busy pandemic" project has grown into something very special to me and I'm excited to finally share it here with my fellow wrestling fans. I have to say a big thank you to all the members who were following along, commenting and posting encouraging messages when I was origianlly sharing this story on my blog last summer, it was very motivational and greatly appreciated.

The basic story of Dave and his son Charlie sharing a passion for all things wrestling is the same but with improvements, a few extra chapters and considerably less typos, shout out to Oceanwrestler for his painstaking proof reading of the manuscript.