DADS AND SONS - FATHERS' DAY FIGHT WAGER (Part 3 of 5)
DADS AND SONS - FATHERS' DAY FIGHT WAGER (Part 3 of 5)
tuffchap (1)
10/1/2021 20:57
DADS AND SONS – FATHERS’ DAY FIGHT WAGER
Part 3 of 5
Seconds later, two trucks roared out of the community pool parking lot, their horns blaring angrily back and forth. The two vehicles jockeyed dangerously down the road in a frantic effort to take lead toward the old Anderson place. BUTCH SENIOR cursed at the top of his lungs as BUCK SENIOR came close to running BUTCH SENIOR’s truck into an oncoming ice cream truck. BUTCH SR. slammed on his brakes to avoid collision and seethed in rage as he watched BUCK SENIOR’s truck speed down the road. BUCK SENIOR laughed triumphantly as he extended a middle finger out the window.
Having established the lead, BUCK SENIOR recklessly peeled into the dirt and gravel road winding well back into the woods towards the old Anderson place. The sprawling house which had been recently moved into was situated at the top of a hill. Trees were so thick there was barely any light filtering through the leaves.
BUCK SENIOR enjoyed spraying gravel and thick clouds of dirt at BUTCH SENIOR’s truck as it closed in behind them. BUTCH SENIOR responded by ramming the back of BUCK SENIOR’s truck. In doing so he nearly lost control of his vehicle at a sharp turn, almost going headlong into a tree. For a second time, BUTCH SENIOR had slammed on his brakes tasting defeat in their vehicular contest and it wasn’t fuckin sittin well with him at all.
BUTCH SENIOR brought his truck alongside BUCK SENIOR’s parked and already vacated vehicle and slammed on the brakes. Not even bothering to close his truck door BUTCH SENIOR barrel-assed up the sidewalk leading to the house with BUTCH JUNIOR close behind him. The front door was left standing open. BUTCH SENIOR punched his way through it almost taking the door off its hinges. BUTCH SENIOR and BUTCH JUNIOR marched straight through the cluttered living room, the never-used dining room, the very messy kitchen where apparently all meals were consumed, glanced quickly into a large den containing a desk piled high with stacks and stacks of government papers and blueprints, then down three steps into what gave way to a huge recreation room.
This recreation room was obviously the hub of the house. Wrestling mats took up a great deal of space. There were enough weights and training equipment to fill a professional gym, two matching massage benches parallel to each other, a boxing ring with punching bags off to the side and floor to ceiling mirrors covering every wall. A large arch at the far end of the recreation room led directly into another huge room, oddly converted into a bedroom revealing an enormous, unmade bed and again, floor to ceiling mirrors.
BUTCH SENIOR was losing his temper moment by moment at not finding his nemesis. His face turned beet red and just as he was ready to shout out in a rage, BUTCH JUNIOR said, “Through here, DAD.” BUTCH SENIOR stormed past his SON through an open sliding door at the back of the bedroom. This led onto a spacious deck overseeing a backyard with lush green grass covering a wide range of space surrounded by thick trees. Open to the sky without obstruction, bright sunlight illuminated the entire space like a spotlight.
BUCK SENIOR was reclining on a chaise lounge, his bare feet minus his tennis shoes. He had just opened a beer from a cooler beside him brimming with ice. “WHAT THE FUCK TOOK YA BUMS SO LONG?”
BUTCH SENIOR was wildly impatient. “WE’RE HERE. LET’S GET THIS THE FUCK ON.”
BUCK SENIOR sneered contemptuously. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD AND SIT YOUR FAT ASS DOWN AND HAVE A BEER. THIS DECK IS RINGSIDE.”
BUCK SENIOR waved a hand indicating that BUCK JUNIOR had already descended the steps of the deck to the backyard and was in the process of stretching and flexing his muscles in preparation for the contest.
BUTCH JUNIOR immediately went down the steps to join him and likewise began stretching and flexing his muscles a few steps in front of his opponent.
BUTCH SENIOR settled himself on a chaise lounge right next to BUCK SENIOR and after opening a beer, shouted down to the stunning SON SPECIMENS below. “YOU BOYS WERE PUTTIN ON QUITE A DISPLAY AT THE POOL. LET’S SEE WHAT YOU WERE DOIN ALL THAT WARMIN UP FOR.”
BUCK SENIOR shouted, “IT’S SHOWTIME, FELLAS. KICK HIS ASS GOOD, BUCK JUNIOR!!”
Despite all the DAD shouting, the SONS were determined to manage this fight on their OWN TERMS. As they quietly stretched and flexed each SON studied his opponent with laser-like focus. The bright sun was already causing them to sweat. They moved closer to one another to invite comparisons between them.
BUTCH JUNIOR said, “I think my biceps are bigger than yours.” BUCK JUNIOR replied, “No man, they’re not bigger, just shaped differently. Mine are more aesthetic-looking.” This caused BUTCH JUNIOR to grin and say, “No, dude, I don’t think so. And my chest is better-lookin than yours.” BUCK JUNIOR chuckled and said, “No way man, mine is better proportioned and my shoulders are broader than yours too.”
BUTCH JUNIOR reached out and put his hands on his opponent’s shoulders feeling their musculature. BUCK JUNIOR responded by placing his hands on each of BUTCH JUNIOR’s pecs. Keeping his voice low as if there were no witnesses present, he gently commanded, “Go on, tighten em. Lemme feel how hard your pecs are.” BUTCH JUNIOR complied and then cupping his hands on both BUCK JUNIOR’s pecs said in the same quiet but firm tone of voice, “Okay man, you do the same.”
With their hands exploring each other’s pecs, their eyes studied each other’s features in minute detail. BUTCH JUNIOR’s body was tanner than BUCK JUNIOR’s which made his sandy colored hair appear blonder. BUTCH JUNIOR looked deep into BUCK JUNIOR’s eyes and couldn’t help smiling at how blue they were. Simultaneously, BUCK JUNIOR was studying BUTCH JUNIOR’s eyes and said, “Your eyes are the color of coffee, ya know that?” They both giggled at the silly remark.
BUTCH JUNIOR had started fingering BUCK JUNIOR’s pointy dark red nipples, causing BUCK JUNIOR to likewise finger BUTCH JUNIOR’s pink titties. BUTCH JUNIOR’s nipples were smaller than BUCK JUNIOR’s, but his pink aureoles had a larger circumference and were slightly raised. The fingering led to pinching, which led to tugging. They both gasped and simultaneously let go. BUCK JUNIOR brushed a stray jet-black lock from his forehead.
As they both took a step back from each other it was obvious they had both become excited.
The two DADS who had been swilling beer after beer were getting impatient. BUTCH SENIOR said loudly and slurringly, “YO, YOU TWO WANNA STOP FEELIN EACH OTHER UP LIKE FAGGOTS AND START FIGHTIN ALREADY?”
BUCK SENIOR was equally growing testy and intolerant. “SHIT! JUDGIN BY THE BONERS YOU’RE BOTH GETTIN, YOU’LL BE SUCKIN ON EACH OTHER’S COCKS.”
BUTCH SENIOR suddenly had a thought. “FUCK, YOU GUYS NEED HANDWRAPS!!”
BUCK SENIOR interrupted him. “GODDAMN IT! SHIT!! LEMME GO INTO THE GYM AND GET THE FUCKIN GLOVES. WE GOT MMA GLOVES, WE GOT TEN OUNCE, EIGHT OUNCE BOXING GLOVES, WHAT THE FUCK YA WANNA USE ON EACH OTHER?”
BUCK JUNIOR with an edge of harshness in his voice shouted back up at his DAD. “DON’T BOTHER! SIT BACK DOWN AND HAVE ANOTHER BEER, DAD! WE’RE GONNA FIGHT BAREKNUCKLE!”
BUCK JUNIOR looked over at BUTCH JUNIOR to see if he consented. BUTCH JUNIOR nodded calmly at BUCK JUNIOR and said, “Sure, FUCK, YEAH. Let’s do this BAREKNUCKLE. Fine by me.”
BUCK SENIOR yelled down again. “YA WANNA WEAR PROTECTIVE CUPS?”
BUCK JUNIOR yelled back at his DAD in quick response and with an edge of defiance. “NOPE. WE’RE FIGHTIN NUDE.”
Both SONS simultaneously dropped their swimsuits and kicked them aside. Both SONS displayed equally long, equally eager, fully erect man meat. Freed from constriction, their cocks bobbed and swayed, pre-cum already seeping at the tips and glistening in the sunlight. The only difference being the pubs around the shaft of BUCK JUNIOR was an abundant bush of jet black while the base of BUTCH JUNIOR’s shaft had thick blondish-brown pubs.
BUCK SENIOR’s mood was growing uglier by the minute. “I DON’T WANNA SEE NO PUSSY SLAP FIGHT.”
BUTCH SENIOR’s mood was equally ugly. “YOU’RE MEN, NOT FUCKIN QUEER CUNTS. FIGHT LIKE MEN. AND I WANNA SEE A FULL-ON FIGHT TILL ONE OF YA IS BEATEN.”
BUCK JUNIOR and BUTCH JUNIOR ignored their DADS and instead focused entirely on each other.
BUTCH JUNIOR said in a confidential tone to his rival, “Fuck them. But I AM aimin to WIN this fight.”
BUCK JUNIOR responded, “We’re in agreement on THAT. Fuck the two of them up there. But one of us is better than the other. And I’m determined to prove THAT’S ME.”
BUTCH JUNIOR said, “Let’s do it then. Fight until it’s SETTLED.
tuffchap (1)
10/1/2021 20:57DADS AND SONS – FATHERS’ DAY FIGHT WAGER
Part 3 of 5
Seconds later, two trucks roared out of the community pool parking lot, their horns blaring angrily back and forth. The two vehicles jockeyed dangerously down the road in a frantic effort to take lead toward the old Anderson place. BUTCH SENIOR cursed at the top of his lungs as BUCK SENIOR came close to running BUTCH SENIOR’s truck into an oncoming ice cream truck. BUTCH SR. slammed on his brakes to avoid collision and seethed in rage as he watched BUCK SENIOR’s truck speed down the road. BUCK SENIOR laughed triumphantly as he extended a middle finger out the window.
Having established the lead, BUCK SENIOR recklessly peeled into the dirt and gravel road winding well back into the woods towards the old Anderson place. The sprawling house which had been recently moved into was situated at the top of a hill. Trees were so thick there was barely any light filtering through the leaves.
BUCK SENIOR enjoyed spraying gravel and thick clouds of dirt at BUTCH SENIOR’s truck as it closed in behind them. BUTCH SENIOR responded by ramming the back of BUCK SENIOR’s truck. In doing so he nearly lost control of his vehicle at a sharp turn, almost going headlong into a tree. For a second time, BUTCH SENIOR had slammed on his brakes tasting defeat in their vehicular contest and it wasn’t fuckin sittin well with him at all.
BUTCH SENIOR brought his truck alongside BUCK SENIOR’s parked and already vacated vehicle and slammed on the brakes. Not even bothering to close his truck door BUTCH SENIOR barrel-assed up the sidewalk leading to the house with BUTCH JUNIOR close behind him. The front door was left standing open. BUTCH SENIOR punched his way through it almost taking the door off its hinges. BUTCH SENIOR and BUTCH JUNIOR marched straight through the cluttered living room, the never-used dining room, the very messy kitchen where apparently all meals were consumed, glanced quickly into a large den containing a desk piled high with stacks and stacks of government papers and blueprints, then down three steps into what gave way to a huge recreation room.
This recreation room was obviously the hub of the house. Wrestling mats took up a great deal of space. There were enough weights and training equipment to fill a professional gym, two matching massage benches parallel to each other, a boxing ring with punching bags off to the side and floor to ceiling mirrors covering every wall. A large arch at the far end of the recreation room led directly into another huge room, oddly converted into a bedroom revealing an enormous, unmade bed and again, floor to ceiling mirrors.
BUTCH SENIOR was losing his temper moment by moment at not finding his nemesis. His face turned beet red and just as he was ready to shout out in a rage, BUTCH JUNIOR said, “Through here, DAD.” BUTCH SENIOR stormed past his SON through an open sliding door at the back of the bedroom. This led onto a spacious deck overseeing a backyard with lush green grass covering a wide range of space surrounded by thick trees. Open to the sky without obstruction, bright sunlight illuminated the entire space like a spotlight.
BUCK SENIOR was reclining on a chaise lounge, his bare feet minus his tennis shoes. He had just opened a beer from a cooler beside him brimming with ice. “WHAT THE FUCK TOOK YA BUMS SO LONG?”
BUTCH SENIOR was wildly impatient. “WE’RE HERE. LET’S GET THIS THE FUCK ON.”
BUCK SENIOR sneered contemptuously. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD AND SIT YOUR FAT ASS DOWN AND HAVE A BEER. THIS DECK IS RINGSIDE.”
BUCK SENIOR waved a hand indicating that BUCK JUNIOR had already descended the steps of the deck to the backyard and was in the process of stretching and flexing his muscles in preparation for the contest.
BUTCH JUNIOR immediately went down the steps to join him and likewise began stretching and flexing his muscles a few steps in front of his opponent.
BUTCH SENIOR settled himself on a chaise lounge right next to BUCK SENIOR and after opening a beer, shouted down to the stunning SON SPECIMENS below. “YOU BOYS WERE PUTTIN ON QUITE A DISPLAY AT THE POOL. LET’S SEE WHAT YOU WERE DOIN ALL THAT WARMIN UP FOR.”
BUCK SENIOR shouted, “IT’S SHOWTIME, FELLAS. KICK HIS ASS GOOD, BUCK JUNIOR!!”
BUTCH SENIOR hollered, “YOU GOT THIS, BUTCH JUNIOR. FUCK IM UP, SON!”
Despite all the DAD shouting, the SONS were determined to manage this fight on their OWN TERMS. As they quietly stretched and flexed each SON studied his opponent with laser-like focus. The bright sun was already causing them to sweat. They moved closer to one another to invite comparisons between them.
BUTCH JUNIOR said, “I think my biceps are bigger than yours.” BUCK JUNIOR replied, “No man, they’re not bigger, just shaped differently. Mine are more aesthetic-looking.” This caused BUTCH JUNIOR to grin and say, “No, dude, I don’t think so. And my chest is better-lookin than yours.” BUCK JUNIOR chuckled and said, “No way man, mine is better proportioned and my shoulders are broader than yours too.”
BUTCH JUNIOR reached out and put his hands on his opponent’s shoulders feeling their musculature. BUCK JUNIOR responded by placing his hands on each of BUTCH JUNIOR’s pecs. Keeping his voice low as if there were no witnesses present, he gently commanded, “Go on, tighten em. Lemme feel how hard your pecs are.” BUTCH JUNIOR complied and then cupping his hands on both BUCK JUNIOR’s pecs said in the same quiet but firm tone of voice, “Okay man, you do the same.”
With their hands exploring each other’s pecs, their eyes studied each other’s features in minute detail. BUTCH JUNIOR’s body was tanner than BUCK JUNIOR’s which made his sandy colored hair appear blonder. BUTCH JUNIOR looked deep into BUCK JUNIOR’s eyes and couldn’t help smiling at how blue they were. Simultaneously, BUCK JUNIOR was studying BUTCH JUNIOR’s eyes and said, “Your eyes are the color of coffee, ya know that?” They both giggled at the silly remark.
BUTCH JUNIOR had started fingering BUCK JUNIOR’s pointy dark red nipples, causing BUCK JUNIOR to likewise finger BUTCH JUNIOR’s pink titties. BUTCH JUNIOR’s nipples were smaller than BUCK JUNIOR’s, but his pink aureoles had a larger circumference and were slightly raised. The fingering led to pinching, which led to tugging. They both gasped and simultaneously let go. BUCK JUNIOR brushed a stray jet-black lock from his forehead.
As they both took a step back from each other it was obvious they had both become excited.
The two DADS who had been swilling beer after beer were getting impatient. BUTCH SENIOR said loudly and slurringly, “YO, YOU TWO WANNA STOP FEELIN EACH OTHER UP LIKE FAGGOTS AND START FIGHTIN ALREADY?”
BUCK SENIOR was equally growing testy and intolerant. “SHIT! JUDGIN BY THE BONERS YOU’RE BOTH GETTIN, YOU’LL BE SUCKIN ON EACH OTHER’S COCKS.”
BUTCH SENIOR suddenly had a thought. “FUCK, YOU GUYS NEED HANDWRAPS!!”
BUCK SENIOR interrupted him. “GODDAMN IT! SHIT!! LEMME GO INTO THE GYM AND GET THE FUCKIN GLOVES. WE GOT MMA GLOVES, WE GOT TEN OUNCE, EIGHT OUNCE BOXING GLOVES, WHAT THE FUCK YA WANNA USE ON EACH OTHER?”
BUCK JUNIOR with an edge of harshness in his voice shouted back up at his DAD. “DON’T BOTHER! SIT BACK DOWN AND HAVE ANOTHER BEER, DAD! WE’RE GONNA FIGHT BAREKNUCKLE!”
BUCK JUNIOR looked over at BUTCH JUNIOR to see if he consented. BUTCH JUNIOR nodded calmly at BUCK JUNIOR and said, “Sure, FUCK, YEAH. Let’s do this BAREKNUCKLE. Fine by me.”
BUCK SENIOR yelled down again. “YA WANNA WEAR PROTECTIVE CUPS?”
BUCK JUNIOR yelled back at his DAD in quick response and with an edge of defiance. “NOPE. WE’RE FIGHTIN NUDE.”
Both SONS simultaneously dropped their swimsuits and kicked them aside. Both SONS displayed equally long, equally eager, fully erect man meat. Freed from constriction, their cocks bobbed and swayed, pre-cum already seeping at the tips and glistening in the sunlight. The only difference being the pubs around the shaft of BUCK JUNIOR was an abundant bush of jet black while the base of BUTCH JUNIOR’s shaft had thick blondish-brown pubs.
BUCK SENIOR’s mood was growing uglier by the minute. “I DON’T WANNA SEE NO PUSSY SLAP FIGHT.”
BUTCH SENIOR’s mood was equally ugly. “YOU’RE MEN, NOT FUCKIN QUEER CUNTS. FIGHT LIKE MEN. AND I WANNA SEE A FULL-ON FIGHT TILL ONE OF YA IS BEATEN.”
BUCK JUNIOR and BUTCH JUNIOR ignored their DADS and instead focused entirely on each other.
BUTCH JUNIOR said in a confidential tone to his rival, “Fuck them. But I AM aimin to WIN this fight.”
BUCK JUNIOR responded, “We’re in agreement on THAT. Fuck the two of them up there. But one of us is better than the other. And I’m determined to prove THAT’S ME.”
BUTCH JUNIOR said, “Let’s do it then. Fight until it’s SETTLED.