My Dad didn't know what to do with me. I was so small and skinny compared to my older brothers. Dad and my bros all big hung muscular jocks. Dad was a Marine, he never married and kind of a stud. I was on the verge of failing out of school already held back twice. When coach found me on the floor of the gang shower getting beaten and harassed by the other guys I almost died because I know he would call my Dad. we lived in the same small town same school where dad and coach went together. The worst part is not getting beaten up it was that I loved it. my big swollen cock was about to burst when coach started yelling and when I heard him I lost my nut without touching my junk ropes of thick white cum shot out all over me and the boys and one hit coach in the chest. There was no way he wasn't going to call my Dad.
I sulked all the way home, terrified. His car was in the drive, and he was never home when I got home from school. Dad was in his Marine corps singlet when I walked in. He told me to go to the basement. He had the mats out, and his old high school singlet was laying out. I forgot that he was like me and that he got his growth spurt when he was 19, small and skinny before that. He told me to put it on. I hesitated. "RIGHT HERE" he said. I wanted Dad to see how big my dick had gotten but really freaked out about how hard I get around guys. I striped down.
"FUCK STUD! LOOK AT THAT MONSTER!! coach told me but I though he was exaggerating. You know all guys get hard right, we talked about that, nothing wrong with that son, and you certainly don't have anything to be embarrassed about. "
"Yes, Sir"
The singlets were old school. low cut, short legs. it fit me perfect. from the way the crotch was stretched out and stained I could tell Dad had the same problem as me when he was my age.
I no sooner got the singlet on than I hit the floor. "You just need to get used to man on man contact son" that's what coach always said. He pinned me down, pressing his hips into my ass, I could feel him getting hard. " FIGHT BACK, PUSH YOUR ASS UP, ON YOUR KNEES" Dad obviously let me throw him off of me and onto his back. then he made me punch his gut. It was just solid muscle. he made me punch him harder and harder. I loved watching him get more excited. Then he relaxed his ab muscles. "below the naval. hit me below my belly button. My fist sunk deep into his gut. "AGAIN, HARDER, HARDER, MORE!!!! I was now startling his chest, punching his gut. Dad was leaking a lot, and his junk was king of throbbing just when I thought he was going to blow, I was on my back and then up, in a torture rack across his shoulder grabbing my balls. I know he felt my slick pre-cum. Then I was dropped to the floor in a head scissor. "FIGHT BACK!!" he kept yelling. Somehow, I got him in a head scissor I know he let me but I was fighting harder than I ever did before. We were pretty much in a 69, Dad balls had popped out of his leg opening and then he squeezed smashing my face against his balls and hard shaft. my junk came completely out of my singlet and I squeezed my Dad's head between my thighs. I opened my mouth so I could taste his fat sweaty balls.
That's when it ended. "Okay, son, I think we are getting carried away. You should save this for your mates at school. Let's get cleaned up".
I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. When I got up stairs Dad was in the shower with the bathroom door open. I could see his thick muscular hairy body in the mirror. His cock was still hard. I wondered if I would ever look like that. He started to stroke his hard tool and made eye contact with me in the mirror. He let his juice shoot all over his hairy torso and face then he winked at me.
I went to my room stripped down and hit the bed, left the door open and stroked my cock, trying to not cum. I wanted him to see it. He left the bathroom and looked into my room and I lost it, exploded all over. Dad laughed out loud. He took the towel from around his waist and gave it to me. I cleaned up and we both sat naked on my bed, his thick arm around my back.
"There is nothing wrong with how you are feeling. Tell me the truth, you're not into girls are you?"
"NoSir"
"It's okay champ, that's what coach and I figured. you should be doing this stuff with guys your own age though. talk to coach tomorrow, he is going to work something out for you. "
Coach put me in a PE class with other boys who had the same "problem" as me. we were all over 18. We had fun, but I always loved the older muscle dads more. Dad volunteered as a coach and I stayed late after practice to hang out with them. Coach loved to give me a rub down, and one or two of the priests would join in. I loved seeing their muscled bodies, shirtless working my muscles. they talked openly about the size of my junk and how much I leaked, and how much muscle I was putting on. I loved when they compared me to my dad. I never became a good wrestler but I went through the motions because I loved the attention. My grades started to improve when I went to the rectory for tutoring. I loved bonding with those muscle dads.
My dad boxed so I get the attraction of dad son combat. Always thought of wrestling coaches and their fighters. Interested in hearing others’ experiences too.
Love coach dads and always had fantasies of the coaches wrestling for ownership of their players ass (adult of course). Wondered if those college coaches ever get some of their players prime ass ;) or if they wrestle their players to cop a feel
GutPunchPHL (1)
07/10/2022 00:13My Dad didn't know what to do with me. I was so small and skinny compared to my older brothers. Dad and my bros all big hung muscular jocks. Dad was a Marine, he never married and kind of a stud. I was on the verge of failing out of school already held back twice. When coach found me on the floor of the gang shower getting beaten and harassed by the other guys I almost died because I know he would call my Dad. we lived in the same small town same school where dad and coach went together. The worst part is not getting beaten up it was that I loved it. my big swollen cock was about to burst when coach started yelling and when I heard him I lost my nut without touching my junk ropes of thick white cum shot out all over me and the boys and one hit coach in the chest. There was no way he wasn't going to call my Dad.
I sulked all the way home, terrified. His car was in the drive, and he was never home when I got home from school. Dad was in his Marine corps singlet when I walked in. He told me to go to the basement. He had the mats out, and his old high school singlet was laying out. I forgot that he was like me and that he got his growth spurt when he was 19, small and skinny before that. He told me to put it on. I hesitated. "RIGHT HERE" he said. I wanted Dad to see how big my dick had gotten but really freaked out about how hard I get around guys. I striped down.
"FUCK STUD! LOOK AT THAT MONSTER!! coach told me but I though he was exaggerating. You know all guys get hard right, we talked about that, nothing wrong with that son, and you certainly don't have anything to be embarrassed about. "
"Yes, Sir"
The singlets were old school. low cut, short legs. it fit me perfect. from the way the crotch was stretched out and stained I could tell Dad had the same problem as me when he was my age.
I no sooner got the singlet on than I hit the floor. "You just need to get used to man on man contact son" that's what coach always said. He pinned me down, pressing his hips into my ass, I could feel him getting hard. " FIGHT BACK, PUSH YOUR ASS UP, ON YOUR KNEES" Dad obviously let me throw him off of me and onto his back. then he made me punch his gut. It was just solid muscle. he made me punch him harder and harder. I loved watching him get more excited. Then he relaxed his ab muscles. "below the naval. hit me below my belly button. My fist sunk deep into his gut. "AGAIN, HARDER, HARDER, MORE!!!! I was now startling his chest, punching his gut. Dad was leaking a lot, and his junk was king of throbbing just when I thought he was going to blow, I was on my back and then up, in a torture rack across his shoulder grabbing my balls. I know he felt my slick pre-cum. Then I was dropped to the floor in a head scissor. "FIGHT BACK!!" he kept yelling. Somehow, I got him in a head scissor I know he let me but I was fighting harder than I ever did before. We were pretty much in a 69, Dad balls had popped out of his leg opening and then he squeezed smashing my face against his balls and hard shaft. my junk came completely out of my singlet and I squeezed my Dad's head between my thighs. I opened my mouth so I could taste his fat sweaty balls.
That's when it ended. "Okay, son, I think we are getting carried away. You should save this for your mates at school. Let's get cleaned up".
I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. When I got up stairs Dad was in the shower with the bathroom door open. I could see his thick muscular hairy body in the mirror. His cock was still hard. I wondered if I would ever look like that. He started to stroke his hard tool and made eye contact with me in the mirror. He let his juice shoot all over his hairy torso and face then he winked at me.
I went to my room stripped down and hit the bed, left the door open and stroked my cock, trying to not cum. I wanted him to see it. He left the bathroom and looked into my room and I lost it, exploded all over. Dad laughed out loud. He took the towel from around his waist and gave it to me. I cleaned up and we both sat naked on my bed, his thick arm around my back.
"There is nothing wrong with how you are feeling. Tell me the truth, you're not into girls are you?"
"NoSir"
"It's okay champ, that's what coach and I figured. you should be doing this stuff with guys your own age though. talk to coach tomorrow, he is going to work something out for you. "
Coach put me in a PE class with other boys who had the same "problem" as me. we were all over 18. We had fun, but I always loved the older muscle dads more. Dad volunteered as a coach and I stayed late after practice to hang out with them. Coach loved to give me a rub down, and one or two of the priests would join in. I loved seeing their muscled bodies, shirtless working my muscles. they talked openly about the size of my junk and how much I leaked, and how much muscle I was putting on. I loved when they compared me to my dad. I never became a good wrestler but I went through the motions because I loved the attention. My grades started to improve when I went to the rectory for tutoring. I loved bonding with those muscle dads.
matttmann (0)
22/5/2021 21:02Love when the fighters’ dads are their cornermen. Calzaghe, billy Collins. Are there others?
matttmann (0)
20/5/2021 17:58My dad boxed so I get the attraction of dad son combat. Always thought of wrestling coaches and their fighters. Interested in hearing others’ experiences too.
WannaWrestleMe (2)
20/5/2021 19:34(em resposta à...)
Yea man! I’d love to hear any stories too!
WannaWrestleMe (2)
18/5/2021 14:14Love coach dads and always had fantasies of the coaches wrestling for ownership of their players ass (adult of course). Wondered if those college coaches ever get some of their players prime ass ;) or if they wrestle their players to cop a feel
Lancerwrestler (82)
10/3/2022 18:53(em resposta à...)
Coach vs student is one of favorite scenes to do when I roleplay. I love when the Coach keeps his whistle on at the beginning of the match.
grkwrestler (1)
19/5/2021 18:13(em resposta à...)
a lot of guys are into coach/jock role play with working out and wrestling
WannaWrestleMe (2)
19/5/2021 19:06(em resposta à...)
Definitely! I guess it’s the closeness and pump and sweat that gets it going ;)
SeattleFight (490)
20/5/2021 19:25(em resposta à...)
@wannawrestleme, happy to be Coach to your Jock!!
WannaWrestleMe (2)
20/5/2021 19:34(em resposta à...)
Haha anytime! Would be hot!
grkwrestler (1)
20/5/2021 18:08(em resposta à...)
Yes the close body contact, feeling each other's muscles and power, sweating and exertion is all very exciting.