Father And Son Episode Twenty-Three: Unexpected Wrestling Practice

"Hey guys, it's James. This week has been great so far. I still have work to do, but i can get that done fast enough without those damn kids around to distract me. That leaves more time for me to relax and of course, leaves me with more energey to be with Lars."
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Wendsday. James and Lars woke up in eachothers arms. James was beaming down at Lars and Lars smiled up at James.

"Good morning son..." James spoke warmly.

"Good morning dad." Lars nuzzled his father's chest as he spoke. "Aah...Man, all this time together is so nice..."

"Yeah kid...I could just be with you all da-....Wait...." James looked around. "What time is it?"

". . . .What?" Lars looked over to the alarm clock only to find it tossed across the room, most likely in a fit of passion. "Shit, the alarm is off!"

"What!? Dammit, what's the time..." James scrambled for his phone. "OH SHIT! IT'S NINE! WE OVERSLEPT!"

Lars scrambled out of the bed to his room. "SHITSHITSHITSHIT! I'm late!" Lars ran around trying to assemble an outfit for school.

"You can't go to school like that, you smell like a french whore!" James panicked, rushing into the bathroom, grabbing a bar of soap and a washcloth. "Let me clean you off first!"

"There's no time dad! We got to get out of-....." Lars stoped in his tracks when he hered his cellphone. "Oh, the phone..." Lars picked up. "This is Lars.....Oh, hey Lamar.......Well I kinda just woke up....Really, What about!?....Seriously!? What the fuck!?...REALLY!? FUCKIN' A! But wait, what about wrestling practice?.....Oh...I think I know that place....Yeah....thanks...bye." Lars hung up. "Huh..."

"What is it?" James had stopped panicking when he saw Lars' calm look.

"Well that inspection yesterday turned up a dangerous bug infestation. They didn't talk about it in depth, but they mentioned that the entire school is infested. The school board demanded that the school be fumigated immediately." Lars looked relived. "The kids who went to school were taken to an assembley on the football feild to tell them pretty much to go home and not come back for the rest of the week and next week..."

". . . . . . . . .I baked cookies to fund raise for a school infested with bugs!?" James huffed a bit. "This is the finest quality of bullshit! Motherfuckers can't keep that school clean for my precious son!? I swear, if you weren't graduating this year, I would throw a FIT."

"Daddy..." Lars spoke seductively. "You still want to clean up?" Lars ran his hand along James' semen glazed chest. "You wash my back, I wash yours..."

James' mood lightened imediately. "Hehe, I'd love to son..." James wrapped a hand around Lars. "We need a bath..."

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Not much later, James and Lars were relaxing in the bath Lars sitting in between James' legs.

"I can't belive you can fit in this thing, lete alone with me between your legs." Lars leaned back onto his dad's chest.

"Haha, this was one of the things I was looking at when I bought this house." James put his arms around Lars. "I would get home, feed you, put you to bed and then I would just relax in with a nice hot bath..."

"Say dad, you never told me what Grandaddy said last night." Lars scrubed his chest a bit.

"Oh yeah, What he said was "I will be seeing you soon, my beloved son." Hehe, i love when he speaks french to me..." James smiled warmly.

"Wait...that means he's coming out here. AWESOME!" Lars smiled. "And since I have this week and next week off, I'll be able to spend a lot of time with him! DOUBLE AWESOME!"

"Speaking of, what about your wrestling practice?" James scrubbed under his arms.

"Oh, Since we obviously can't use the gym, Coach told Lamar to call everyone and tell them to head to a place outside school for a special update about our practice schedule." Lars lathered up his arms.

"Where's that?" James ran some soap up and down his belly.

"Some gym that not that many people know about. Called AlphaMuscle Gym." Lars smirked.

"Haha, really? I guess the secret's going to be out of the bag." James chuckled.

"You want to come with me dad? We can work out after our meeting,." Lars rinsed himself off.

"Sure. I'm on a roll with this workout regimine." James rinsed himself off as well.

"Great! We have to be there at four." Lars nodded. "Now then....Are you clean?"

"Yup, all fresh and flowery." James smirked at Lars. "I don't know about you, though." James reached under the water and held onto Lars' cock. "You feel kinda dirty."

"Hehe, I'm dirty? What about you daddy?" Lars reached back and took hold of James' cock. "Your just filthey."

"Well aren't we both just some raunchy motherfuckers?" James smiled evily. "And this ass of yours is the filthiest part." James fingered Lars' ass under the water. "I'm going to scrub that ass hard with my big loofa."

"Okay, I've had enough bath talk, fuck me!" Lars smirked back at James.

"Lars, what did I tell you about being so egar?" James gave Lars a deadpan look. "If you want a man to go wild, you got to tease them a bit."

"What? I played along. I just love doing it with you dad..." Lars looked up at James with innocent eyes.

"Hehe, how can I be upset with you?" James kissed Lars on the neck. "We're going to have to add the bathroom onto the list of places we've fucked." 

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That afternoon at the AlphaMuscle Gym, the wrestling team was assembled in the wrestling room. James and Omar stood to the side as Darius stepped up to the team.

"Thank you all for coming out here. Welcome to the AlphaMuscle gym!" Darius shrugged. "This is usually an end of the year treat for my weight lifting students, but since the janitor can't seem to do his job...What ya gonna do? For those of you who don't know, this gym is my home away from home. If I'm not at school, I'm usually here and it's been that way since I was little older then you kids. Probably younger." Darius smirked. "Now I know a lot of you wanted to just flop on the couch eating bonbons and watch General Hopsital today, so I've decidede to sweeten the deal for those of you who botherd to come." Darius motioned to Omar. "Omar, come on."

"Right Darius." Omar jogged over to Darius, standing beside him as the team began to murmer.

"This is Omar Holander. He's the owner of this gym, my closest friend since child hood and as of last week, my fionce." The rest of the team erupted into gasps while Lars and James just smirked.

"Me and Darius have been wrestling since we were little kiddies." Omar flexed his muscles.

"And we're wrestling experts, as you no doubt know!" Darius flexed his muscles as well.

"But when we wrestle togehter as a team..." Omar and Darius stood back to back in a bad-ass wrestling pose.

"WE BECOME THE UNSTOPPABLE ALPHA MUSCLE GYM LEADERS!" Darius and Omar spoke in unison as they posed.

"And Omar is going to help me teach you some secret techniques to help give you that winning edge!...That is...if your soaps can wait." Darius gave the team a knowing smirk, having captivated the entire team's attention with his and Omar's flashy routine. "....I thought so."

Omar cleared his throat. "Alright you little grapplers, I decided that I would demonstrate some forms and holds that will allow you to get the most out of your muscles and show you some countering moves that allow you to get the most out of your opponent's kinetic force." Omar cracked his knuckles. "If you practice these techniques then your defense can become a powerful offense. Like in Tai-Chi, a lot of defense wrestling is using your opponent's power against them."

"Haha, what did I tell you guys?" Darius smiled widely. "This mank knows what he's doing!" Darius cracked his knuckles and smirked. "Now why don't we do a few demonstrations?"

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Later on, All the team was practicing the newly learned grapples and reversals on eachother.

"Good guys, just like that! Focus on redirecting your oppnent's energey right at them. Try and use it to pin them." Omar nodded as he watched the team practice. 

"Hehe, nice job Omar. I'm surprised at how scientific and thurough your leacture was on such short notice." Darius nudged Omar on the arm. "I'm impressed."

Omar smiled at Darius. "If there's one thing I know better then bodybuilding, it's wrestling. It was actually kinda fun looking up all those scinetific terms for stuff. I feel kinda smarter."

"Omar..." Darius gave Omar a look.

"What? I didn't call myself dumb. I said I felt smarter." Omar blushed and shrugged, remembering how upset Darius gets when he calls himself dumb.

"Hmph..." Darius' smiled. "Well it paid off pretty well Omar."

"Now then..." Omar put his arm around Darius' waist. "How about I show you some secret moves while the kids are busy?" Omar leaned in and began kissing Darius' neck.

"Omar come on. not in front of the kids. What's gotten into you recently?" Darius blushed brightly at Omar's affection.

"Hehe, I've been learning how to propperly appreciate you." Omar kissed Darius on the cheek. "You're the only anything I'm like this for, I should know how to make you melt...."

"Aww, that's so sweet Darius...but not in front of my students. What'll they think if they see you all over me?"

"That you two should get a room, haha." Lars smirked at Omar and Darius. "And I thought me and dad couldn't keep off eachother."

Darius blushed. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing those new techniques?"

"I think I got them down." Lars pointed behind him cockily at his wrestling partner, completely dazed on the ground. "I pinned my uncle using a throw like that, so I just needed to bone up on it."

"Err...Very good Lars..." Omar clapped, amazed at Lars' domination.

"So are we going to do anymore practices like this Darius?" Lars did streches as he looked at the rest of the team.

"I don't think so. I gave you guys the week off already, this is just an extra bit to make up for not being able to use the gym at school if they need it." Darius shrugged. "If they want a gym, they know where one is now. It's up to them."

"Oh, cool." Lars smiled. "I won't have to treat you like a teacher for the rest of the week."

Darius ruffled Lars' hair playfully. "Haha, I guess not...."

"Why don't you two get a room?" Omar chuckled softly at the two, putting his arm around Darius' shoulder.

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It was later that evening. Lars and James had just finished lifting weights together.

"Fuck dad, I don't know how you can lift so much! I thought three-hundred pounds was awesome but now your just getting rediculous!" Lars toweled himself off.

"Haha, I told you I was only going at half strenght. I'm not even back to one-hundred percent yet." James flexed his muscles, his sweaty shirt clinging to his muscles. "And the pounds are just melting off, too."

Lars snuggled his father's smaller belly. "Aww...I'm going to miss your soft squishy belly dad...But I could get used to these new muscles.."

"I won't get rid of all of it." James hugged Lars back. "I like having a little belly, it makes my clothes fit better." James smiled. "But I'm glad you like this..."

"Hey, if your going to be snuggleing, then do it away from the hardware." Omar walked past, laughing.

"Whatever Omar! You're just bitter!" James  laughed, sharing a fist shake with Omar before returning to Lars. "Want to head home now kid?"

"Yeah..." Lars took his face out of James' chest. His front was soaking wet with sweat. "I'm totally going to need another bath..."

"Shit, I didn't know I was sweating that much!" James sniffed Lars. "You smell HORRIBLE!"

Lars laughed. "Haha, it's YOUR sweat dad. You just got your scent all over me."

James lifted Lars up and put him on his shoulders. "Well let's go take another bath together!"

Lars was blushing brightly sitting on his father's shoulders. "Hey! What's the big idea dad?" Lars laughed at his father's sillyness.

"Hehe, Just seeing how strong I am now." James walked out of the gym with Lars riding happily on his shoulders.

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"I can't fucking belive his school was that dirty! What are they doing over there!? At least Lars is taking this in stride...Hey, this means more time for me and Lars to be together!"