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It was a hot Sunday morning and I had stayed overnight at my parent's place. My mother had gotten up early to run errands. As I got up I heard my dad getting out of the shower. I had been meaning to do this for some time, and today I finally got the nerve. I need to give you some background.

On this day I was 28 years old, and dad had just turned 60. In my youth, age 5-8, dad used to wrestle with me, and sometimes when we went over to my uncle's house, I got to wrestle with them too, and watch my dad wrestle with my two uncles. All three were in really good shape and used to wrestle to stay in shape, and play soccer. Some time after that, dad got really busy with work and I did not get to see him much, and we moved away from our uncles due to his work. I really missed wrestling with my dad, so much so that it started to be an obsession with me, and I started to watch wrestling on TV. I never liked the younger wrestlers, always the older more experienced wrestlers. I really did not care for the ones with no hair on any part of their chest or arms. To this day I still only like the old vintage wrestling where the wrestlers looked like real men. I think this all traces back to that hot summer day.

I walked into the bathroom of my parent's master bedroom and dad was just drying off, and he had put on his usual boxer shorts. Dad looked good for 60 yo. He was about 5’10", 210 lb. and had a bit of a belly, but not bad for his age. His arms were still well formed, and he had big strong hands. I asked if I could talk to him for a bit. He sat on the end of his king-sized bed and said "What’s up?" Over the last few years we did not speak much and our interactions were always a little strained. I wanted this to end. I took a deep breath and proceeded to tell him how I missed how he was and wished he would wrestle with me again. He looked at me a little strange. I don’t think he knew what to do. I said "I need to wrestle with you, roll on the ground, give and take. Please dad, I miss that so much." I figured I had nothing to lose; the worst he would say is no, and that would be that. His eyes softened, and to my surprise he told me to get up, and then he lifted the comforter off the bed and laid it on the floor next to the fireplace that was on a raised part of the carpeted 20 by 30-foot room. My heart started to race. He said "OK, your mother won’t be back for a while. Let’s do this!"

I was at that time 5’10", 170 lb. and in pretty good shape. Even though dad had not wrestled for a while, he still had way more experience. Dad still had a full head of hair with grey on both temples. He had a very hairy chest with grey hair and thick hair on his arms and some hair on his back and upper part of his arms. What I think would pass for a true bear, but he had never had a mustache or beard. His legs were thick and very hairy. He was still a little wet from his shower and his chest hair was matted down. He was in his white boxer shorts and I was in my pajama bottoms only.

He asked if we should score points, or just go for pin or submission. I was still in disbelief that this was going to happen, and I asked if we could pick positions to start with and see where it goes. He agreed, and said, "you go first."

I asked him to sit on the ground with his legs in front of him and I put on a full nelson. I locked my hands together and was on my knees and pushed forward in hopes of taking away his leverage. I felt the hair on his back against my chest, I am sure he could feel my heart beating out of my chest. This was too good to be true. All he said was nice hold and then I felt him tense his arms. I pushed down on his neck but his arms started to pull my hands apart. I shifted up on my knees for leverage and as I did this he leaned back and pushed with his legs. We fell to the side and my arms released and my left arm went around his neck as he pushed his chest on top of me. I was on my back now and his weight was on my chest. He said "OK now it is my turn." I could not believe how fast he got out of that hold!

He told me to get on all fours and he knelt on my left side and wrapped his right arm around my waist and reached with his left arm and grabbed my right wrist. He had not shaven yet and I felt the stubble of his beard on my left shoulder, and his wet hair on my arm and back. He said "Ready. Set. Go!" I tried to go flat, but he pulled my right arm under me and tried to roll me on my back. I got my legs out and resisted. He then released my arm and I felt him lift off the ground and with all his weight he landed on my back and moved to my right side. I tried to shift but it was too late he had me in a headlock. I rolled to my left and he rolled with me, and then we were starting to sweat. I was now on my back and he was on my chest with his left arm around my head and he was pulling up. I grabbed his right shoulder and under his left leg and tried to roll him onto his back. I was in pure heaven. I could smell the mix of soap and sweat on my dad. I could feel his arm around my head and the hair on his back and legs. I was seriously aroused, but I had to concentrate so I would not get destroyed by someone 32 years older than me. I felt him break the hold that he totally controlled, and said it was my turn.

I got my dad to sit with his legs in front of him, and from behind I put him in a sleeper hold with my left arm around his neck, but also my legs wrapped around his midsection. He held on to my left arm and then I started to squeeze with everything I had. This was my dream hold. I got to squeeze with both my arms and legs and feel his hairy back on my chest and put my face in the back of his neck. Dad tensed his whole body and tried to break out of the hold. He groaned and pushed me onto my back. I would not let go. I never knew if the hold actually put people to sleep. I had wrapped my right hand over the top of his head and was pushing my arm against the left side of his neck. At first he struggled hard, but then after about 30 seconds he started to breath funny. I rolled onto my left side and let go of the hold. HE HAD PASSED OUT!!! I could not believe it! His breathing got deeper and then he started to come to. His eyes were glazed and then he sat up. I said "Sorry dad I did not mean to do that, I did not know it would work!"

"Well it did" he said. "Now it’s my turn."

Things were getting good now. He wanted the same hold. Needless to say I rushed into position. Next thing I felt was my dad’s thick hairy arm around my neck; he wrapped the other arm on the left side of my head and then pulled me back onto his chest, and at the same time put both his sweaty hairy legs around my waist. We were both sweating hard and short of breath. I did not try to break the hold and dad said "try to break this hold or it is no fun for me." I instantly grabbed both his legs and tried to unwrap them, but he had his feet locked together and he squeezed his thighs hard. I could not catch my breath. I finally got his legs released and shifted my head in his arms. I was able to move because we were sweating and slippery. My dad pushed off his back with my head still in his arms and then pushed me forward so I could not push back. I could not move my legs that were separated in front of me. Then he flexed his arms and things started to go grey. I woke up on my side with my dad giving me a light slap on the face. "You went out," he said. "No shit dad."

I was having a great time. From the smile on my dad’s face, he was having a good time too. For the next thirty minutes we mixed holds.

My next hold was a leg scissors of his head while holding his right arm. He was on his back and I was on my right side. I had pretty good leg strength and he could not get out of it. Dad then put my head in a leg sleeper with my head in his crouch and his left leg wrapped around my head and tucked his foot under his right knee. I could feel the hair of his leg against my face. I could not get out of that hold and did not want to. I then asked dad if he would let me put him into an abdominal stretch, and he said he did not know what that was. I showed him. With my dad standing in front of me, I wrapped my left leg around the front of his left leg and reached under his right arm with my left arm and pulled back against his arm pit. Dad was not too flexible and he groaned as I put on the pressure. I placed my right hand into the mat of hair on his chest for leverage. WOW what a hold! He would not give up, so then I reached up by his head and grabbed my left arm and pulled on his neck. He gave up after that.

Dad had the final hold. Dad freaked me out with this one. He had me lie on my stomach. He grabbed both my arms and pulled them back like he was going to do a surfboard. Then dad bent both my legs at the knees with his legs and my feet wrapped inward, pulled up on my arms, stood on the back of my thighs and rolled me up and into the air, suspending me by my knees and arms while he rolled onto his back. He said this was his favorite move, a rolling double knee and arm lock. I could not move. If I tried to move the pressure on my shoulders and knees was too much. I gave up pretty fast. Dad turned his feet inward and my legs fell to the ground. He then lowered me down onto his chest and wrapped his thick arms around me.

I was on my back on his chest and he hugged me and said "we need to do this more often." That was the best thing he ever said to me.

Well, I will leave other stories for the future. We did wrestle more and I got to wrestle with my uncles as well. To this day my favorite wrestlers to watch are the bears such as Mad dog Vachone, Dutch Savage, Igor Volkoff, the original Ivan Volkoff and Nick Bockwinkle. You can see why.

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