Howdy bud. I wrestle my Dad every time I see him. The only person who ever sees us wrestle is sometimes my Dad's brother. We always play games and we trash talk each other off and on throughout the day. By the time we are either ready to shower, or just ready for bed, that's when one of us makes it physical. Dad has a HUGE bathroom with a jacuzzi tub trimmed in green marble, two walk-in closets, a flat screen TV above the fireplace, and a walk-in shower that is right at 5' by 7'. Since I was a kid, we occasionally shower together, and sometimes we still do. We go to Dad's bedroom and we take our clothes off except for our old fashion Y-fronts. Then we go to the bathroom together. When we don't shower together, we are at least in the bathroom together. One of us will get in the jacuzzi or just watch TV while the other takes a shower.
We always start "fighting" before we get to the bathroom because one of us could get hurt on the tile. When I start the "fight" with Dad, it's always with a shove. When Dad starts it, he always sneaks up behind me and he puts one arm over my shoulder with his forearm on my chest while the other arm comes quickly between my legs and he puts his hand on my belly. Then he basically picks me up, or sometimes he just tries to. Sometimes I happen to have a spontaneous erection before the attack, sometimes while he's moving his arm trying to get a good grip on my body the feeling of something foreign against my junk makes me get an erection before he puts me down, and sometimes I don't get an erection at the beginning of the fight.
It was a Tuesday on Christmas Eve in 2013 or 2014 when I figured out something he hated, which just gave me a reason to do it. Dad was getting out of a hold I'd had him in. He was standing up while I was still on the hallway floor. Before Dad was fully standing, I reached up and tried to grab him, but I only grabbed his jockeys and they came down to his shins. Dad was like, "Don't do that!" while he was turning around trying to regain control of his drawers. Since then, this is something I do just to irritate him.
So now when I have a free shot, I yank his drawers down and push his legs to make him step out of them and then I throw them. Dad doesn't go after them because he knows running away from me gives me the chance to trip him or tackle him. Usually the only time Dad will have an involuntary erection is if his body (his crotch) is up against mine after his jockeys are off. It doesn't always get fully erect. It just depends on what stalemate position we're in, how much friction happens to be there, and how long we pretty much stay in the position while we both try to get the upper hand.
Our wrestling almost never seems erotic to me, probably because we have seen each other naked so many times, and we wrestle probably every week or two. But I will share one or two times I remember.
About a year and a half ago, I started a wrestling match with Dad. After only three or four minutes, I had already thrown Dad's jockeys behind his dresser. After another ten minutes or so, Dad had had enough friction to cause him to have a full erection. I started taunting him, like I do most of the day when I visit, that he was naked and I could see his boner. We were both standing there with our arms out ready to block or grab, and we were slightly bent and twisted so our sides were slightly facing each other - a standard position usually right before wrestling starts. Dad ran towards me and just lunged, pushing me onto the bed. Dad grabbed my drawers, pulled them off, and threw them out in the hallway. As my Dad turned back towards me, my feet instinctively went up and Dad instinctively grabbed my feet and threw them apart and jumped up on me to hold me down. When you're wrestling, and someone gets between your legs, you wrap your legs around them tightly as close to your crotch as possible and try to flip them. So this is what I did. Dad was trying to twist his upper body to make me lose my grip and was also trying to lay right on top of me which would pin me down, and I was trying to scoot my legs down to grab Dad at the waist.
While I was trying to scoot down during the struggle, I felt something right on my butt, but I was so focused on trying to clinch Dad and flip him that I wasn't paying attention for about seven to ten seconds. I got more aggressive and used my elbows on the bed to scoot down and I held Dad between my legs in a death grip. The next three things all happened in less one second. One, I felt something push on my butt so hard that it would have gone an inch and a half to two inches in if it had been lubricated, but I think it might have gone in a half to a whole inch, or it was just pushing very hard. Two, Dad laughed one or two syllables nervously. Three, Dad jerked back just enough that the end of his pecker was barely touching my butt hole. Dad began saying something like, "Do you want to make fun of seeing it, or do want me to hide it?" I froze, processing what he said, and Dad accidentally throbbed and closed his eyes tightly in embarrassment, but I felt it. I almost scooted myself back up out of panic. Then I realized that I had him! So I played dumb and held him there and said, "What's the matter? You give up? Huh? You give up?" Dad said, "You need to let me go." I said, "You know I'm going to flip you don't you?" Dad said, "No." We went back and forth with "Don't you?" and "No," maybe three times. Dad saw that I wasn't listening, so Dad looked a bit angry and looked me right in the eye and pushed his erection at me hard to get my attention. My Dad’s boner went two and a half to three and a half inches in my butt and I instantly shut up. Dad accidently throbbed again and said firmly, "You need to let me go." I took another couple of seconds holding Dad in a death grip with a bit of his pecker in my butt. Then I let go and relaxed. Wrestling was over. The next five minutes was a little bit awkward. A few minutes into our shower I started talking about the chicken recipe I was going to make for dinner. We talked about dinner until we got out of the shower. I felt like this was a wrestling match with my Dad that turned a bit sexual.
That was in April 2019. Since then, we have joked about it when no one is around. Sometimes now when we wrestle and no one is around, and I’ve already got Dad’s underwear away from him, Dad will be on top of me and have me pinned on my belly and he will pull down the back of my underwear and just put his crotch on my butt, usually with an erection, and will say, “You give up, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you?” as if he’s not going to pay attention to anything I say. But then he will pull the back of my jockeys back up and we just keep wrestling.
