Hey Guys this is Zodiac00000. This is the final part of my "Finding a Dad Abroad" story in the "My Roommates" series. I decided to start a new thread for the end so those of you who read the first 2 entries yesterday would know that it was now complete. For those of you who haven't read the beginning of this story here is the link. Now I present to you the conclusion of My Roommates (Finding A Dad Abroad) We paced round and round each other, never turning our backs to the other. As naked as the day we were born, greased to extreme perfection. Our bodies glistening as every muscle, every tendon, every tissue announced its presence. Arri had a look of determination in his eyes, one that told me that he was not going to loose this match, his trouble, however, was the fact that I had the same look as well. I had just moments ago learned the basics of Greco Roman wrestling but my competitive spirit had kicked in forcing me to become more combative than a novice, in essence should have been. It was time for the son to beat his father. We circled for the third time and I knew that this was the time to pounce, for if I didn't he surely would. I let out a grunt then charged for Arri, lunging into his stomach and tackling him to the ground. As I collided into his rock, hard abs I could feel his balls hit my chest on impact. The noise of his nuts hitting my oiled up chest resonated in my air as we fell to the floor. Arri immediately wrapped his legs around my torso clamping me between his thighs, squeezing me while trying to pry my arms from around his waist. He rolled me over so that he was now on top of me. We had only been fighting for a couple of seconds but the sweat and panting would have made it seem like hours. He loosened his legs and straddled my waist while hugged against my chest, still trying to break free from my grasp. He was able to momentarily break my grip and as he did so he inched his pelvis forward thrusting his hips and hooded cock closer to my face. Though this may seem to be quite erotic of a situation to be in, I must admit at the time I did not think anything of it. I really felt like I was just wrestling with my dad. Anyway, as he straddled me trying to placate my arms, I swung my legs upwards and locked them around his shoulders and arms, in a move I had seen many times on those fake wrestling programs. As I locked my ankles together I pulled him backwards to the floor forcing his greased up pelvis to slide forward on my oily chest. This motion came as a shock to me as his thick cock head and all the foreskin you could eat came flying towards my face slapping me with a thud on my chin and lower lip. At first I was quite surprised, wondering whether or not Arri would be uncomfortable with having his dick so close to my mouth, but then I took the fact that he kept struggling between my legs trying to break free as a sign that he was still mentally focused on the challenge. It felt good to be in control of the match, even if only for a second. I was 21 years old and though I was highly defined and muscular myself being in control of a man closing in on his forties just added a level of power to my now increasingly competitive head. As Arri struggled between my legs he did this swivel move where he managed to turn from being on his back to being on his stomach while still being locked in my legs and hands. The thing about this move was that now we were in a 69 position. I think Arri at the time was so focused on breaking free that he didn't realize that his nuts and dick were just molesting the hell out of my face. With every rock and with ever thrust to break free he just kept smearing his balls on my cheeks and lips. The smell of his Egyptian sweat and the oil that I had lubricated his body with in addition to the just raw natural aroma of a mans package was starting to slightly arouse me. I was going in and out of being a competitive athlete and lust hungry son. As we kept writhing together, he tried to break loose. As I tried to keep control I gasped for a breath of air, opening my mouth to allow for oxygen to flow in, at the same time Arri raised his hips then placed tem down again. For a brief moment I could feel his cock in my mouth. I could taste the salt of his sweaty hood and I could smell his musk as his nuts slammed into my nose. Though it was only for a moment, at the time it felt like an eternity. My momentary lapse in concentration was all Arri needed to break from my grasp and escape. I quickly tried to regain control grasping for anything I could but he was already gone.