One hot weekend, my dad and I were at the beach and saw two guys fighting in the dunes. We took a position so that we could see the action and decided that since it seemed to be an even fight, that we would not interfere. I was surprised how my dad reacted to what was going on. I assumed he would be critical of the two men saying something like, "grown men should be able to resolve their differences with words and not their fists". But he really surprised me when he started commenting on how one guy seemed to be controlling the fight. HE really seemed to be enjoying the action. While these two guys were trading fists back and forth, one of them slammed a fist into the other guy’s trunks. All I could say was, "Wow now THAT is how to win a fight!"
My dad looked at me and said, "Son you must be some kind of pussy if that's the only way you can win a fight." I looked at him and thought he was kidding and said, "Hell dad, I could take you in a fight without goin for your ballS." And HE said, "Anytime you want to try son, you just let me know." I darted back at him with, "you wanna find out dad, you wanna take me on?" He said, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity but he said, not there on the beach..He said if I was serious, we would take it back to the house. I just grabbed my towel from the sand, looked him in the eye and said, "cum on old man..Let’s do this."
When we got home, we went right to the backyard and squared off. We were both still in our trunks and after a few hard fists to the face and body; we both realized that this action could go on for a bit. Both of us were throwing hard punches and both we able to take them. It went back and forth for a time and the only sounds coming out of our yard were hard fists slamming into our bodies and the grunts and groans of two men taking some punishment. Finally the fight went to the ground. Two big muscled guys trying to top each other. Lots of trash talk groping and punching each other. I don’t think it was a surprise to either of us considering what was goin on, that we both got boned. We broke apart and got to our feet...panting, chests heaving and both of us tenting the front of our Speedos with major wood. I lunged at him and locked on a killer side headlock and told him to submit to me. He told me to fuck off and slugged me in the balls... I dropped the headlock and sank to my knees holdin my nuts.
He came at me, laughed and knocked me out cold with a hard right fist to my jaw. When I woke up and he was sure I was ok, we talked about the fight and how going for the balls was supposed to be a pussy move. He laughed again and told me he only said that to see what kind of reaction I would have. He said that he was glad I responded the way he did. He then told me that whenever he fought, he always went for the balls.
After about an hour, we went at it again, only this time we were both ball hunting and throwing low. I cannot tell you how hot it was to stand, legs apart, trading punches with my old man and both of us takin shots to the nuts. We both took a lot of punishment and again both got boned. That second fight was better than the first, it ended in a great 69! You ever fight your dad?
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Eddie22 (0)
25/2/2016 18:56Wow that was a nice story any more like that?
grappa50 (6)
27/1/2015 11:06dear god i got so boned reading this
rassler (4)
04/7/2014 18:05Very exciting, thanks for posting. Got more like this one?
bamafight (2)
30/6/2014 21:25One hot weekend, my dad and I were at the beach and saw two guys fighting in the dunes. We took a position so that we could see the action and decided that since it seemed to be an even fight, that we would not interfere. I was surprised how my dad reacted to what was going on. I assumed he would be critical of the two men saying something like, "grown men should be able to resolve their differences with words and not their fists". But he really surprised me when he started commenting on how one guy seemed to be controlling the fight. HE really seemed to be enjoying the action. While these two guys were trading fists back and forth, one of them slammed a fist into the other guy’s trunks. All I could say was, "Wow now THAT is how to win a fight!"
My dad looked at me and said, "Son you must be some kind of pussy if that's the only way you can win a fight." I looked at him and thought he was kidding and said, "Hell dad, I could take you in a fight without goin for your ballS." And HE said, "Anytime you want to try son, you just let me know." I darted back at him with, "you wanna find out dad, you wanna take me on?" He said, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity but he said, not there on the beach..He said if I was serious, we would take it back to the house. I just grabbed my towel from the sand, looked him in the eye and said, "cum on old man..Let’s do this."
When we got home, we went right to the backyard and squared off. We were both still in our trunks and after a few hard fists to the face and body; we both realized that this action could go on for a bit. Both of us were throwing hard punches and both we able to take them. It went back and forth for a time and the only sounds coming out of our yard were hard fists slamming into our bodies and the grunts and groans of two men taking some punishment. Finally the fight went to the ground. Two big muscled guys trying to top each other. Lots of trash talk groping and punching each other. I don’t think it was a surprise to either of us considering what was goin on, that we both got boned. We broke apart and got to our feet...panting, chests heaving and both of us tenting the front of our Speedos with major wood. I lunged at him and locked on a killer side headlock and told him to submit to me. He told me to fuck off and slugged me in the balls... I dropped the headlock and sank to my knees holdin my nuts.
He came at me, laughed and knocked me out cold with a hard right fist to my jaw. When I woke up and he was sure I was ok, we talked about the fight and how going for the balls was supposed to be a pussy move. He laughed again and told me he only said that to see what kind of reaction I would have. He said that he was glad I responded the way he did. He then told me that whenever he fought, he always went for the balls.
After about an hour, we went at it again, only this time we were both ball hunting and throwing low. I cannot tell you how hot it was to stand, legs apart, trading punches with my old man and both of us takin shots to the nuts. We both took a lot of punishment and again both got boned. That second fight was better than the first, it ended in a great 69! You ever fight your dad? Você precisa efetuar login com seu usuário e senha para visualizar a galeria de fotos.