School was over! I started college in the fall and had the whole summer to myself and I couldn’t wait. I had hoped to do nothing all summer apart from lounge by the pool but my dad had other plans for me.
During my last year at school I had dropped out the wrestling team. I had become a lazy student and didn’t want to do anything after school apart from hangout with my friends and see my girlfriend. My dad wasn’t impressed with this at all and made it very obvious - he had always been so supportive and encouraging of my wrestling but I wasn’t feeling it anymore.
Now I was out of school my dad told me he had enrolled me in a new wrestling team outside of the school and I had no choice but to go or I’d be grounded the whole of summer. I was so angry with him but if I had to do 2 1 hour wrestling lessons a week just to do nothing the rest of time I sure would get on with it.
My dad and I had never been super close. We were close in the fact we would talk to each other and he took a real interest in my wrestling but other than that we never really hung out or connected. Through my anger and annoyance of this new wrestling arrangement I saw it as being an opportunity for us to grow closer especially with my going off to college soon.
The weekend sped by and soon enough it was time for my first wrestling match. I had always enjoyed wrestling before but lost touch with it after we got a new coach who I didn’t like at all. Mixed with the laziness of a student i lost all interest in it. I enjoy working out and still worked out after quitting the wrestling team and was proud of my body. I am 6 foot exactly (maybe closer to 5’11) and had quite well defined muscles including a good six pack I thought. Due to my dad’s Italian heritage I was also naturally hairy but did trim this as it made my muscles look bigger. Anyway, I turn up at my new wrestling studio and my new coach seems nice enough. He has got a good body by the looks of his arms and legs. He must have been in his early 50’s but was still very good looking objectively. My team also seemed nice and friendly particularly one guy called Tommy. He came up to me first and we started talking about school and college and our girlfriends - the usual stuff.
I went into the locker room to get changed into my singlet. I usually wore a size large and hsd brought my old one with me as I assumed it fit still. Obviously since then I had gained a bit more muscle mass so it was a rather tight squeeze getting back into it. It was tight against my chest where my pecs were ready to burst out of it. My dick was also pressed tightly and you could see pretty much every vein in it. I moved it around to make it less obvious but nothing was working. Luckily or perhaps in this case unluckily I had inherited a rather large dick. It was around 6 inches soft and got to around 10 inches when hard. I was proud of it and certainly got no complaints from my girlfriend. However in this case I wish it would look smaller. The coach came in and ushered us all out so I had no choice but to just go out and face it.
As this was a new class coach wanted to see what levels we were all at to begin with. I was paired up with Tommy luckily. He was a bit taller than me maybe like 6’2 and was a similar build so I thought I might struggle especially after not doing it for so long. We were on our mats listening to coach’s instructions. Tommy looks me up and down and stares at my very obvious bulge and says “looks like you need a bigger one, you’re about to burst out of that in all places”. I laugh a bit awkwardly and thought that was very forward of him but maybe he was just making conversation.
Coach blows the whistle and we get right in to it. Tommy straight away tackles me to the ground - I was not prepared for this. He put me straight down ans was lying on top of me. My reflexes must’ve kicked in and I rolled off under him and we started standing up again. I then tackled him down maybe with a bit of anger and he hit the ground. I was lying on top of him as he was trying to get out of the huddle. He wriggles his way out and is now on top of me again. I’m lying there and can feel his bulge pressing against my ass - something I was used to I suppose in wrestling. He had my down tight and I could just feel his bugle on me - I couldn’t see it but it felt like it was getting bigger and harder as it poked me. I had a stirring sensation in my stomach and groin. I realised what was happening - I was getting hard.
I had no idea why this was happening. I had a girlfriend who I had been with since we were 14 years old. I loved her and was attracted to her but this feeling was something new to me and my body reacted in a way that I didn’t expect.
The worry that my boner would be showing through my singlet gave me extra strength to get him off me. I could now see that he had a semi or maybe by this point it was a full on boner. I was certainly on my way to a similar level he was. He looks right down at my bulge and smiles at me as we are in our stance. I don’t smile back. I’m confused what is happening but my dick just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Did I mention too my dad watches and stays for all my wrestling matches. Knowing he was right behind me sent me into even more of a panic. Tommy rushed me, went into a bear hug stance - once again it took me by surprise and I could now feel our bulges hitting each other. There’s no denying it my dick was now fully erect and leaking pre cum. I also leaked so much pre cum when I was hard so it was just a matter of time before a wet patch formed in my singlet. Tommy pushed me down to the ground and was now on top of me - our dicks still touching and pushing against each other. The more we moved around the worse it got. My dick was trapped in here being squeezing against my singlet which was already tight when I was not hard. Tommy flipped me over and my bulge was now on the ground. I tried to get out of his hold but he was bigger than me and had me in tight. I kept moving around and could now feel tommys boner digging into my lower back. I was grunting and trying desperately to get out of his hold but it only made it worse and it was too late.
I let out a soft groan and moan and said “Tommy get off seriously man” he just laughed and before I knew it my dick was shooting rope after rope of warm hot cum in my singlet. Due my singlet being so tight it coated my dick. I tried my best to hide my orgasm from him but I think he knew. My dick kept pumping and pumping - I had never cum this much. Tommy smiled and released his hold and I immediately stood up. My singlet and me were absolutely drenched in my warm cum and it smelt so strong of it. Tommy looked down at me and then looked back up at me in my eyes and did a gentle laugh and said “knew I would would be happy paired with you”. Cum was trying to escape my singlet and was oozing out. A bit of cum gathered on the tip of my dick outside my singlet and I cleared it off.
The whilstle blew and it was over. Tommy rather carelessly said “see you next time”. I walked back over to my dad doing my best to cover the enormous cum stain in my singlet but it was no use it was too obvious. My dad didn’t say anything and looked down at my bulge and said “I think you need a shower buddy”. I refused, I was too embarrassed and asked if we could just go straight home instead. I didn’t know what just happened I was in shock. Why did my body react that way?
We got in the car and the smell of cum followed and stayed in the car with us the whole ride home. The car ride home was awkward to say the least. My dad broke the silence and said “son it’s nothing to be ashamed of, our bodies do things and react to certain things in many different ways”, while glancing down at my wet patch. I awkwardly smiled back at my dad as I knew he was trying to comfort me.
After what felt like forever, we made it back home. Dad told me I better get in the shower before my mom gets home. I went inside - peeled my singlet off and released my dick from its cage. My dick still covered in my warm thick cum making it shine under the light. I got in the shower and started rinsing myself off trying not to think about what had just happened.
The bathroom door suddenly bursts open and my dad comes in while I’m naked in the shower. He looks at me and looks straight down at my dick. He says “sorry son thought I should put this in the wash so your mom doesn’t see it”. He picks it straight up and then glances down at my dick again before leaving. That stirring sensation was happening again. This was my dad though. My dick kept growing and growing and I was hard again. Leaking and dripping pre cum in the shower. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me and why I was reacting this way.
I got out the shower and dressed into some loose grey joggers and an old T-shirt before starting to walk into the kitchen. Before walking in I could see my dad in the kitchen. I peered round the corner and saw him holding my singlet in his hands. He was mesmerised by it it seemed. Staring right at my cum stain. To my amazement he lifted the singlet right up to his face - to his nose and took a big breath in. He was smelling my cum. What was he doing? The floorboard creaked beneath my alerting him to my presence and he quickly threw my singlet on the floor. I came round into the kitchen and he said “sorry son you gave me a fright im just about to put this in the wash, big old mess you made there huh?” I smiled awkwardly and I think he could sense that. He then said “son don’t worry about or overthink it, it happens to everyone, I always shoot a fat load too”. “Dad!!!” I replied. “Sorry son just trying to make you feel better about it, it’s natural, maybe just jerk off before you go next time”. I spot his rearranging his bulge almost as if he was getting hard. I stare down at his bulge and see it getting bigger in his jeans. Bigger and bigger the buttons almost bursting. He stares at me, my dick growing now too, with no place to hide in my grey joggers. It was obvious I had a hard on too. We both stood there in awe of each others bulge. “Like father like son I see huh”. That’s when we hear the key in the door and my mom walks in.
I don’t know how to feel about this. I’ve never seen another man that way, let alone my dad. There’s no denying my dad was an attractive man. He was in his late 50’s, quite muscly and had that rugged country boy look to him. Salt and pepper hair with a thick moustache and stubble. He was also hairy - it was where I got it from but he seemed to care less about keeping it trimmed so always had quite hairy arms and legs. Being with a man is something I had never thought about, I always had thought my girlfriend was the attractive but maybe it’s something I haven’t fully given myself the opportunity to explore.
