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His left hand shoots up and grasps my left forearm. I know what’s coming, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. He squeezes my forearm, moves on, squeezes elsewhere, moves on.

And the third time is the charm. He presses two points just above the bend in my elbow, and my arms fly apart as if they have minds of their own. I have never been able to get as good with pressure points as he is.

Dad rolls away from me and completes the move to get back to his feet; rubbing my elbow, I get up a little more cautiously. We circle briefly, and then lunge at each other and lock up in a classic collar and elbow. Once more I’m astonished at the sheer power in this man’s muscles; I’m no slouch, but sometimes I think Dad could out-bench Captain America. The Steve Rogers version.

The wrestling match becomes more of a dance, with Dad leading. He pushes and pulls me all over the mat pretty much at his whim, sometimes twisting his body suddenly so that my feet leave the mat. I’m not going to overpower him, so I need to take him by surprise. When Dad spins me around and his grip loosens for a second, I immediately drop down into a squat and then drive my body into his while my hands collapse his legs behind the knee. Dad goes down, ass over teakettle, and lands flat on his back.

I quickly grab one of his feet and begin to twist it, keeping him pinned with my leg. Dad grunts with every twist, grunts that turn into cries after a while. “You ready to quit, geezer?” I ask him as I twist.

“No fucking way,” he growls back.

“Suit yourself.” I adjust my body so that most of my weight is on him, still holding onto his leg. With his thigh in easy reach, I release his foot, but get my arm around his knee to keep the leg immobilized and begin to dig my elbow into the fleshy part of his thigh. Now his cries become howls, but my triumph is definitely short-lived.

Because I’m inside Dad’s thighs. And he quickly takes advantage of the situation. He brings his other leg around and locks his ankles tightly, trapping me between his massive legs. And then he begins to Squeeze.

Now it’s my turn to grunt, and my grunts’ turns to turn into cries. Dad pours on the pressure and rolls us across the mat so that we’re both face down. With his legs controlling my midsection, he grabs me by the hair and pushes my head down to the mat, adding insult to injury by rubbing my face into the foam rubber.

I’m in trouble!

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.

Dad smiles down at me and asks, “Ready to quit?” I’m not, but I know there’s no way I’m getting out of this pin. Besides, we’ve been wrestling for a while and I’m beyond ready to move on to the next stage. Smiling up at him, I nod my head.

He smiles back and starts sliding his legs behind him, lowering himself onto me, until we’re both flat on the floor, him on top of me, our faces close enough to feel each other’s breath. He lowers his mouth to mine and our lips meet, then open, letting our tongues loose to renew each other’s acquaintance.

Dad started adding this aspect to our Thursday nights not long after I turned eighteen, and they’re the biggest reason I look forward to them so much.

I wrap my arms around his thick body in a hug and pull him even tighter toward me. Dad’s tongue tastes like peppermint and a little bit of smoke and it drives me absolutely wild. I can feel my cock, feeling harder than diamond, straining between our two bodies and his, just as hard, pressed against my stomach. Dad suddenly rolls onto his side, bringing me with him, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around me and squeeze as I had done to him.

For a long moment, we keep kissing, sometimes pausing to stroke each other’s faces. After one break, though, Dad begins to kiss my cheek and my neck. My head tilts back as I enjoy the wonderful sensations Dad’s lips and tongue are generating on my body. He begins to kiss his way down my body, but he pauses to give each nipple a little nibble. Each one makes me nearly jump out of my skin.

Dad continues his downward trajectory, now at my abs, now below them. When he reaches my cock and balls, he pauses and takes a long, deep breath through his nostrils. I look up (down?) and I see him looking at me, a dreamy smile on his face. And then his tongue comes back into play as it begins to trace lazy circles on my cock head.

I start thinking of anything I can to keep from cumming right there and then. Dad slowly circles my head, going a little lower every lap, until the entire head is in his mouth. Quickly, he plunges down the shaft to get the whole thing into his mouth up to the base, then retreats, very, very slowly.

I can’t even remember what planet I’m on. Dad has an amazing mouth and he uses every trick he’s ever learned to pleasure me. My list of cum-delaying techniques is rapidly running out, so before I can end things way too early, I place my hands on Dad’s head and guides him off of my cock. I sit up and murmur, “My turn.”

Dad smiles and begins to climb to his feet. I stay on my knees in front of him. As he stands erect and erect, his cock is perfectly positioned in front of my mouth. My tongue begins to work, slow dancing along his shaft, playing with his head, taking side trips down to his balls. At last, though, the rest of my mouth grows impatient with my tongue refusing to share the bounty, and I take Dad fully into my mouth. The back of my throat opens and his massive cock pokes its way in, then I slowly withdraw, my tongue pressing against the underside. Dad moans and I can feel his knees starting to go weak, so I place my hand in the small of his back to steady him.

My mouth glides slowly back and forth on Dad’s cock, my tongue pressing hard on the underside, my lips contracting and releasing to accentuate the experience. Dad moans suddenly become grunts, and his grunts become cries as I feel his cock harden in my mouth. He begins to spurt, waves and waves of hot cum slamming hard into the back of my throat before heading south.

Dad begins to sag; I quickly adjust my grip to help him down. As he reaches his knees, he pulls me into another kiss, savoring both the taste of my lips and the taste of his own seed. He breaks the kiss and says, “Now for you.” Then he turns away from me and drops down to his hands and knees.

I’d brought a gym bag with me; inside are what I need. I pull out a condom and a bottle of lube, and squeeze out a generous amount of the latter, some of it for me, some of it for Dad. I open the condom package and roll it on my hard cock, and then position myself to mount my father from behind.

I’d need a computer to count the times we’ve done this – it’s about half and half which one of us is where. Dad opens to take me in and I slide inside him almost as easily as breathing – by now, we both know how to take the other one and how to make the initial entry easier. I begin to pump in easy, regular stroke, and it doesn’t take Dad long to pick up on my rhythm. We become almost a single entity, moving in a single motion, and the gym is filled with my grunts and his cries.

When I feel myself getting close, I pull out, and Dad knows to turn over onto his back. I enter him again, thrusting slowly at first but with greater intensity and force with every stroke. Dad’s eyes are almost rolled back into his head and the sweat from my forehead drips into them, blinding him for a moment. I wipe it off and keep going, and when I’m just a few steps from the finish line, I pull out, rip off the condom, and spew all over my dad’s chest and stomach.

I collapse on top of him, both of us spent, the room smelling of sweat and cum. My head is buried in Dad’s chest and he kisses the top, stroking my back tenderly. “I love you, Son,” he murmurs.

“I love you, Dad.”

Titans Tower was pretty much deserted. Wonder Girl had organized a “Girl’s Day Out” and taken Starfire and Raven with her, Kid Flash was off moping about his life somewhere, and Changeling and Cyborg were doing a public appearance somewhere on Long Island. That had left Dick Grayson, known to the world as Robin, at loose ends, and, on an impulse, he’d called Roy (Speedy) Harper and invited him for a workout.

The two young men were in the weight room, working their powerful legs. The Olympic bar had six 20 kilogram weight plates on it, and Roy was watching Dick as he easily dropped his body into a squat, and then pushed up again. “Eight…nine…TEN!” he cried. He quickly stepped behind Dick and eased the barbell off the Titan leader’s shoulders, then, as Dick just as quickly stepped out of the way, half-eased half-dropped it to the mat.

“Looking good, Dickie,” Roy smirked. “No wonder chicks go nuts for your butt.”

“Envious?” Dick teased back as he toweled himself off. “And of me, or of the women?”

“Clown.” Roy bent over and picked up the barbell, holding it in front of his muscular thighs. “Spot me? I’ve got one more set.”

“Of course.” Dick moved behind Roy as Roy lifted the barbell above his head and brought it down across his shoulders. “Ten reps?”

“Ten reps.”

Dick stepped back and let Roy begin his set. After Roy had squatted down and straightened up five times, Dick began to count down. “Five more…four more…three…two…one….DONE!!!!”

He took the bar off Roy’s shoulders and let Roy stagger out of the way before easing it back to the mat. Roy made his way to the towel rack and pulled a fresh one off, wiping the sweat off his ripped body. Dick’s analytic mind noted the differences between the two of them. The obvious ones – Dick’s jet black hair contrasted with Roy’s red, his short, compact, gymnast’s body with Roy’s taller, leaner body. Roy’s heart-shaped face with his square-jawed one.

Less obvious, but interesting (interesting to Dick, at least) was that they’d both chosen shorts to match their eyes. Dick, who was starting to get very tired of green, had chosen tight blue exercise shorts for their workout, while Roy, whose eyes were the green of a forest, had picked shorts to match.

Roy dug into his gym bag and produced a couple of bottles of water. He tossed on to Dick, who caught it easily, and opened his to take a long drink. He gasped in air and said, “Besides, everyone knows you could never match me when it came to getting women.”

“Excuse me?” Dick asked, an amused look on his face. “Putting aside that I can’t believe you still consider women to be objects, have you seen the person I’ve been sharing blankets with the last few months?”

“Yeah, I have. Kory’s really a nice person. I mean, talk about the ultimate pity fu—”

“Watch it, buddy,” Dick interrupted him. “I’ve crippled people for worse.”

“Yeah,” Roy shot back, “but they were normals. You flip around great, Dickie, but man-to-man, I’d wreck you.”

Dick smiled. Neither of them were serious; this kind of banter between them had been going on since they were the Pre-Teen Titans. Some of it, he knew, lay in the fact that he and Roy were the only longstanding male Titans who had no super-powers. Wally and Gar and Vic had powers, and Garth was an Atlantean, but he and Roy only had what they could build in themselves.

And that being the case, there had always been a slight rivalry between the two of them; their training sessions were always just a little more intense when it was just them than when the other Titans joined in. Dick had a suspicion that their mentors, the Batman and the Green Arrow, tacitly encouraged that rivalry; neither were entirely what Dick would call psychologically normal adults.

But while he took Roy’s taunts for what they were, there was no way he could leave them unanswered. “Well, we still have a combat room. Unless you’d rather go play with your shaft…”

Roy rolled his eyes at the double entendre. “I thought you’d given up bad puns when you discovered girls,” he muttered. “Lead the way, Dickie. It’s more than time your famous butt got a foot planted in it.”

“Follow me, then.” Dick was grinning ear to ear, and Roy was too. They both knew that neither of them was serious, but the possibility of a good scrap without anything serious at stake was something neither of them ever could turn down. Dick led him into an adjoining room, devoid of weights or machines or any equipment, just four hundred square feet of floor covered by four hundred square feet of soft but firm mat.

“Grappling only?” Dick asked.

“Yeah.” Roy couldn’t resist another opportunity to tweak his old friend. “After all, if I marked up your pretty face, Kory would be furious. And *her*, I’m afraid of!”

“Shut up and fight,” Dick shot back.

Dick moved easily and confidently to the center of the mat, with Roy trailing along behind him. Roy was really looking forward to this, and truth to tell, he’d been trying to goad Dick into a wrestle the entire time he was working out. The others might have flashier personalities or better powers, but Dick was their unquestioned leader because he was the best. He was the standard, physical and emotional, that Roy held himself to, and it would be interesting to see how close he came.

“One fall?” Dick asked negligently, turning to face the archer.

“Works for me.”

By some unspoken signal, the two young men crouched low and began to circle, looking for an opening or a sign of a decided-upon attack. A feint here, a feint there, neither moving in too closely for a long minute. Then came the inevitable moment where Dick circled to his left when Roy circled to his right, and the their muscular arms entwined and began to push against each other.

Roy quickly yanked Dick’s arms toward him, pulling the acrobat toward and past him. He got behind Dick and tried to take him down, but his grip wasn’t that strong, and by the time they hit the mat, Dick had twisted back around to land on his back, and had his legs up in guard position. Roy swore under his breath and tried to get past Dick’s guard, but Dick was a long master of defensive grappling and he wasn’t going to get anywhere.

Dick pushed out with his legs and Roy let himself be pushed off, thinking to bring things back up to their feet. But their bodies, already warm from the workout, had started pouring sweat from every pore almost as soon as they had started wrestling, and the mat was already slippery. Roy’s foot landed on a particularly slick spot and shot out from under him, and he landed flat on his ass with Dick ready to pounce on him.

Dick went for a side mount, but Roy was ready for him. His legs came up, pushing Dick’s head to the side, while he tried to get a grip on one of Dick’s wrists. But their bodies, coated in sweat, made getting a firm grip on anything far more difficult than it should have been, and Dick managed to keep his arms from out of the danger zone.

Fine, Roy thought, time to change tactics a bit. Now he wrapped his powerful legs around Dick’s unprotected head, trapping it securely between his thighs. He flexed his quads, and smiled when he heard Dick grunt in pain. “Enjoying yourself, Dickie?” he called in a mocking tone of voice.

He couldn’t make out Dick’s muffled response, but he could guess at the content. Dick was focusing on Roy’s legs, trying to get his head free, and Roy wrapped his pythons around Dick’s muscled torso to keep him under control. “You’re not going anywhere, buddy. Not unless you tap!”

Dick was not happy. Roy’s headscissors wasn’t a submission hold by any stretch of the imagination, but it still wasn’t that pleasant to be locked between his fellow Titan’s legs. He could hear Roy saying something, probably taunting him, but he ignored it, his mind racing to figure out a way out of the hold.

There! He could feel Roy a little off balance from his struggles. He quickly planted both of his feet on the mat – good thing this part was dry! – and stood up. Now he could hear Roy yelp in surprise as his legs slid off Dick’s head. Dick smiled grimly, then pounced on his prone opponent.

As they struggled on the mat, neither one able to get a real advantage, Dick marveled again at the pure strength in Roy’s upper body. Years of pulling high-tension bowstrings had built his chest, back, and arms to near human limits, and Dick had to work hard to match muscle with him. Roy was bridging and trying to throw Dick off; what the hell, I’ll let him, Dick thought, and the two young men slowly climbed to their feet.

Roy began to backpedal, and Dick, somewhat against his better judgement, began to chase him around the mat room. Roy was juking and cutting like a basketball player, trying to draw Dick off balance, but Dick stayed patient, and sooner rather than later, he had Roy boxed in a corner where he didn’t have any option but to stand and fight.

They tied up again – Roy ducked low and went for Dick’s legs, but Dick immediately fell backwards, planted his feet in Roy’s chest and stomach, grabbed his arms, and sent him sailing in a perfect monkey flip. As they climbed to their feet, Dick smirked, “I didn’t know you could fly.”

“Ass,” came the response. He dove for Dick’s legs again, and Dick tried to sprawl – but Roy was just a hair faster, and Dick quickly found himself sitting on his butt and being driven backwards.

He went with it, rolling backwards over his head and bringing Roy’s body with him. They landed with Roy on his back and Dick on top of him, but Roy again took advantage of the slickness of their two bodies and slid out from under Dick to the side. Dick immediately rolled onto his back to keep from giving Roy the opportunity for a choke, and Roy drove himself into his fellow Titan.

They rolled across the mat, not paying too much attention to technique. Dick was enjoying the scrap, and he was pretty sure Roy was too. It was taking them back to the “fun” wrestling matches they’d indulged in when they were kids, and with everything going on in his life right now, Dick wanted to feel like a kid again.