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Here's the story I promised. wouldn't it be great if all neighbors worked out this way? Enjoy.

The Duplex
It was a bright, warm Saturday morning and it found Joe and John in a familiar position, a naked writhing fighting mass on Joe’s living room floor. Two naked bodies rolling and fighting for position, two hard throbbing cocks grinding between them. The fight would end when one opponent would climax.

This all started about a month ago when Joe moved into one half of a duplex. The spacious 2 bedroom house was his first place after 20 years in the Navy. He moved to a new town to get a fresh start in the civilian world. The other half of the duplex was empty, but the landlord said that wouldn’t last long. Joe hoped his new neighbor was someone he could get along with. He arrived home one Friday to find a car parked in front of the vacant half of the duplex.
“Guess it’s not vacant any more.” Joe muttered to himself. He made a note to meet his new neighbor. He entered his home and went to the bedroom. He peeled off his clothes until he was in his briefs. He caught a glimpse of his nearly nude body in the closet mirror. “Not bad.” He thought. At 45 he was still slender, but not skinny and bony like he was as a teen and young man. He kept his 5’10” 150# frame toned with regular exercise, noting his flat hairy gut and fit chest. He slipped on a pair of shorts over his briefs and his feet into a pair of flip-flops. He padded to the kitchen and pulled a cold drink from the fridge. Exiting through the patio door in the living room he relaxed in a chaise lounge chair on the small concrete patio. Sipping on his drink, he let his mind wander and unwind from the busy work week.
John paced and fumed in his living room. It was one of those weeks where everything went wrong. He was ready to chew nails and needed to find a way to vent. Dressed in old gym shorts over his briefs, his bare feet scuffed the carpet. He grabbed a water from the fridge and went back to the living room and through the patio door. He caught something unexpected out of the corner of his eye and whirled toward it.
Joe heard the patio door next doo open and sat up. His eyes locked with a guy about his size standing on the patio staring at him. He was dressed similarly, shirtless, shorts and no shoes. Even had a hairy chest and belly but a shade lighter brown hair.
Joe smiled and got up from the chair. “Hi, I’m Joe, your next door neighbor.”
John relaxed a bit. “Hey. I’m John. You startled me, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here.”
“No problem. Pull up a chair and join me.” Joe offered.
“Okay, but I may not be much company. I’ve the most unbelievable week.” John warned, dragging a chair.
“No sweat. Just want to get acquainted.” Joe replied.
The two sat and made small talk, getting each other’s back story. When John finished his water, Joe offered him something stronger. After they were almost through their second drinks, Joe made a suggestion.
“You look like you need to get something off your chest. I’m a good listener.” Joe offered.
“Well, it’s a combination of things, not just one thing. I don’t want to burden you. I’m trying to think of a way to put this out of my mind, ya know?” John sighed.
“Know what you mean. I may have a solution.” Joe said.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. How about a wrestling match? Fight to submission, you and me.” Joe challenged.
“Hmm. That might work, but my ‘issues’ might make me pretty aggressive.” John said.
“I think I can handle it. I can be pretty aggressive too.” Joe replied.
“Okay! Let’s do it.”
“Alrighty, then.”
They got up and moved to the grass. The backyard was large with a 6’ privacy fence surrounding it. The two faced off and crouched. Slowly circling each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. John lunged first and grabbed Joe by the biceps in a firm grip. Joe retaliated in kind and the two pushed and shoved each other around the yard. Joe was able to break free with one arm and lock John in a tight headlock. John tried to do the same, but could only get Joe’s mid-section. They scuffled back and forth until their legs tangled and they toppled to the grass. Landing in a heap of arms and legs, Joe’s hold broke free and they scrambled to position. John was able to turn Joe onto his stomach and get on his back. He slipped his arms around Joe’s and locked his fingers behind Joe’s neck in a full nelson. Joe struggled and squirmed against John’s vise tight grip and planted his feet on the grass. He managed to roll them over and buck John off his now sweaty back.
They rolled apart still on their hands and knees. They lunged at each other again and their sweaty bodies slammed together in a tight bearhug. They struggled and grunted on their knees until they toppled to the grass again. Joe locked his hairy legs with John’s equally hairy ones and they rolled back and forth across the grass. Their sweaty bodies made keeping this holds difficult at best. As they slipped apart, Joe managed to get John into a scissor hold around John’s gut. John’s struggled and strained to ease the pressure on his gut from Joe’s leg hold. He managed to squirm a hand in between Joe’s legs and pry them apart. He scrambled on top of Joe and tried for a pin. Joe wrapped him in a dual bearhug and grapevine and rolled them over. John, of course, retaliated in kind and they rolled across the grass. It was about this time that Joe felt his hard cock rubbing against John’s hard cock. Thinking he was going to get along great with his new neighbor he suddenly found he was on his back and John was inching up his torso. He squirmed under John’s weight until John’s crotch was pressed against his chin. He tried to arch his body in a bridge to dislodge John, but John was ready for that each time. After several minutes, at least it seemed that long, Joe relaxed.
“You win this round, neighbor.” Joe said.
“I feel much better. Thanks!” John said, standing and helping Joe up.
“Glad I could help. Like I said, you win this round. I demand a rematch.” Joe challenged.
“You’re on. Any time.” John accepted.
“Okay, but next round will be a cockfight.” Joe said, staring at the tent in John’s shorts.
“Kinda figured that.” John replied, staring at Joe’s crotch.
Then they noticed it was nearly dark. “Hey, how long have we been fighting?” Joe asked.
“Dunno, but time flies when you’re having fun.” John replied.
“Yes it do.” Joe said, easing up to John.
He reached down and stroked John’s still hard cock through his shorts. John moaned and reached for Joe’s cock. They stood in the grass stroking each other’s cock through their clothing. John unbuttoned and unzipped Joe’s shorts and reached into his briefs to find his throbbing dick. As his shorts slid to the grass, Joe pulled the waistband of John’s shorts and briefs to release his hard cock. In the dimming light, they noticed their cocks were similar in size, about 6” cut with fat cum slick purple cockheads. They leaned into each other, wrapping their free arms around each other and jerked each other off. They suddenly gasped and moaned as their dual love cannons spewed hot creamy goo onto their hairy bellies, pubes and hands. They milked each other limp and dry and separated. They stepped out of their clothes, picked them up and went into the respective houses.
After Joe got up the next morning, he was ready for a rematch. He was about to go out the patio door when he noticed John standing there. Joe opened the door and John came inside. He immediately dropped his shorts and stood nude and hard before Joe. Joe stripped off his briefs and they stood facing each other, their hard cocks pointing at each other. With their hands on their hips the approached each other. Once they were close enough, they swung and batted their hard cocks against each other. They stepped closer so they could thrust and parry their hard-ons in a fleshy swordfight. Stepping even closer they trapped their throbbing dicks between each other and ground their hips together. John could feel his fat hairy balls bouncing against Joe’s and their wild thick pubic patches grinding together. Their fat purple cockheads were wet and slick with pre-cum as the danced around the room. Joe moved his hand to John’s hairy butt and pulled them tightly together. John did the same and they locked their brown eyes with each other. Thrusting harder and faster, their throbbing dicks were grinding against each other and their hairy bellies. In the midst of the grinding and thrusting, they toppled to the carpet in a heap of arms and legs. Still in their dual bearhug, they wrapped their legs around each other and rolled across the carpet. Their breath came in short gasps as their sweaty bodies fought on the floor. John suddenly moaned and gripped Joe tighter as his cock exploded in a geyser of hot creamy goo. As John’s cock unloaded between them, Joe’s cock added to the gooey mess spreading between them. When they were limp and dry, they released each other and lay on the carpet panting. When they were able Joe staggered to his feet and helped John up. He led them into the bathroom to shower off the fight and cum.
“We’re even.” Joe said, drying John off.
“Yeah, until the next rematch.” John agreed with a challenge.
“You’re on.” Joe replied.

I have another story idea cooking. Have you ever sized up your neighbor for a wrestling match? What if your neighbor looks to be a good matchup for a match? That's the idea for a story. I'm almost done with it and will post it soon.

I apologize for not posting a story sooner. I'm a chronic procrastinator. Here's another story. Have you ever met someone and knew you had to wrestle him?

A new job and a new town mean starting all over again. That’s where Sammy found himself. He’s settled into his apartment and started a new job. Now, he needs to find something to do with his spare time. Fortunately there was a gym on his way home from work. He stopped by on his way home one evening. He grabbed his gym bag and headed inside.
Pete looked up as the door opened. He noticed the slender blond guy walk in.
“Welcome.” Pete said.
“Thanks. I’m new in town and looking for a place to workout.” Sammy replied.
“You’ve come to the right place. We have just about everything you’re looking for.” Pete stated. “Here, let me show you.”
Pete motioned to the floor plan laminated into the counter top. “The main room has all the machines and free weights. There is a row of mat rooms along one wall in the main room. It’s a 10’x10’ room with pads on the floor and walls used for hand to hand combat; wrestling or martial arts stuff. The locker room also has a steam room and bathroom with showers. We also have an Olympic size pool off the main room. Dues are $15.00 a month.”
“This is just what I’m looking for! Sign me up.” Sammy said.
“Sounds good. Just fill out this form and I’ll get you a locker key.” Pete said sliding a form toward Sammy.
While Sammy filled out the form, Pete grabbed a locker key. By the time he got back to the counter, Sammy was done and has his money ready. Pete took the form and cash and gave Sammy a receipt and a key.
“The locker number is on the key. If you lose the key, it’s a $5.00 charge to replace it.”
“Okay. Thanks.” Sammy replied, taking the key.
He headed into the locker room, found his locker and started to undress.

Just as Sammy went through the door, Randy walked in the door.
“Hey, Pete, how’s it going?” Randy asked.
“Not bad. Kind of slow. Just you and one other guy tonight.” Pete replied.
“Oh yeah? Who is he?” Randy queried.
“New guy. Sammy. Shaggy blond hair, about your size. He just went into the locker room.” Pete said.
“Okay, thanks.” Randy said, heading into the locker room.
Sammy turned when he heard the door open. He had just removed his shirt and turned to see who came through the door. He locked eyes with a slender guy with dark brown eyes and hair. He was mesmerized by the sight.
Randy locked eyes with a shirtless slender guy with bright blue eyes and a shaggy mop of blond hair. He walked up to him and removed his shirt. Sammy gazed at the hairy chest and belly of this newcomer. Randy dropped his shirt on the bench and pushed off his shoes. He unbuckled and pushed off his pants and stood in front of Sammy in his tight white briefs. Sammy duplicated Randy’s moves and shed his shoes and pants. He faced this hairy Adonis in his equally tight white briefs. Randy stepped toward Sammy then raised his hands and spread his fingers. Sammy matched the move and they locked their fingers together. They gripped each other’s hands tightly as they pushed against each other. With their eyes locked together, they pushed and strained in front of the lockers. Randy bounced his chest against Sammy’s and Sammy returned the bounce. Randy backed Sammy into the lockers and pressed his body against Sammy’s. He could feel his bulging pouch against Sammy’s with only their briefs separating them. They pushed and strained against each other, their cocks growing fully erect in the process. With their hands still locked together, they separated and danced around the room. Their eyes trailed down their bodies and focused on each other’s cotton clad crotches. Each noticed the other’s hard throbbing cocks straining in their briefs. Randy’s briefs sprouted dark brown curly hair around the leg holes and waistband. Sammy had a thin light brown trail from his waistband to his navel.
They pressed their slender bodies together again, chest to chest and crotch to crotch. Randy felt his hard thick 6” cock grinding against Sammy’s throbbing 7” boner. They quickly tore their hands free and wrapped their arms around each other and gripped their slender bodies in a dual bearhug. Randy locked his wrists in the small of Sammy’s back and squeezed their bodies together. Sammy grunted, but gave Randy an equally hard squeeze. They grunted, strained and danced in the locker room, grinding their bodies into each other.
“There’s a mat room through that door. It will probably be better if we continued this in there.” Randy suggested, nodding to a door on the opposite side of the room.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I prefer wrestling in private.” Sammy said. Reluctantly, they separated, shoved their clothes into their lockers and donned gym shorts to cover their briefs and raging hard-ons. Randy led them out of the locker room, through the main room and into the first mat room. The room was square with rubber wrestling mats on the floor and matching padded mats on the walls. Randy walked to the middle of the room, shed his gym shorts and took a wrestler’s stance in just his briefs with his hard cock throbbing within. Sammy also shed his shorts, took a similar stance and slowly moved toward Randy. The two slowly circled like two jungle cats until they got within arm’s reach. Once close enough, they locked their hands together and pushed against each other in a test of strength. Their eyes remained locked together as the pushed and shoved each other around the room. The only sounds were the whir of the AC fan and they grunts from the two combatants. Sammy tore his hands free and lunged at Randy. Randy only had time to lock his arms around Sammy chest as they toppled to the mats. Randy landed on his back with Sammy between his legs. He quickly locked Sammy in a scissor hold and rolled onto his side. He grabbed Sammy’s wrists and squeezed his legs together. Sammy felt the air rush out of his lungs as Randy squeezed his waist. He was able to finally free one hand and force it between Randy’s legs. He grabbed one of Randy’s feet and twisted his legs apart. Randy felt his hold slipping and shifted his hold to a bearhug. Sammy anticipated this and forced his way up Randy torso and locked him in a tight bearhug. Randy also twisted his legs with Sammy’s in a grapevine.
They rolled back and forth across the mats, grinding their slender bodies together. Sammy could feel his hard aching cock throbbing next to Randy’s as the tussled back and forth. During their struggles, their fat purple cockheads slipped out of the waistband of their briefs and rubbed together. They gasped as the electric charge of their sensitive cockheads touched.
They quickly rolled apart and pushed off their briefs. Jumping to their feet, they faced off naked and hard. As they circled each other they took the opportunity to size each other up. Randy gazed at Sammy’s hard 7” cock sprouting from a neat thick triangle of light brown pubic hair above a pair of fat smooth balls. Sammy ogled at Randy’s thicker 6” cock sticking out of a wild nest of dark brown pubes that also covered his balls and ass. Randy charged this time and locked them in a tight standing bearhug. As soon as their sweating slender bodies slapped together, Randy felt his fat dick throbbing against Sammy’s. Their purple cockheads were slick with precum as the struggled around the room. Sammy’s fat smooth balls bounced against Randy’s with each step. Randy moved his hold from Sammy’s waist to his also smooth bubble butt. With one hand on each round cheek, he ground his hard cock into Sammy’s. Sammy shifted his hands to Randy’s hairy ass and matched Randy grind for grind. It only took a few rubs before their cocks exploded in twin geysers of hot creamy goo. They maintained the holds on each other’s asses as their love cannons spewed cum between them. Once they were limp and dry and sagged to the mats and lay side by side.
“You always ‘workout’ that way?” Sammy asked, still gasping for breath.
“Only with the right partner.” Randy replied, also gasping.
“Ready for a rematch?” Sammy challenged, sitting up.
“Of course.” Randy accepted, not only sitting up, but tackling Sammy.
Round two started with the two rolling in a tight sweaty cum slick balls of hairy legs and skinny arms. As they rolled and wrestled across the mats, their cocks grew hard again. They throbbing members were trapped between each other’s thighs and resting against their balls. This Princeton rub felt just as good and the cock to cock rub. They locked their legs tightly together and stroked each other’s cocks between their thighs. Their second sexplosion was just as hard and massive as the first. Once they were spent again, they rolled apart. When they were finally able to get up, they used their briefs to wipe up the cum off the mats. They walked nude back into the locker room and into the showers. They soaped and rinsed the sweat, fight and cum from their bodies. They toweled dry facing each other. They went back into the locker room and dressed.
Just before they left the locker room, Sammy blocked Randy’s path. Randy stepped up to Sammy until they were toe to toe.
“Rematch.” Sammy challenged.
“Now?” Randy accepted.
“No, but very soon.” Sammy demanded.
“Deal. I come here every other day.” Randy suggested.
“Same time?” Sammy asked.
“Yup.” Randy replied.
“Good. Our next fight will be first to cum loses.” Sammy said.
“My kind of fight.” Randy replied.
“Mine too.” Sammy said, pressing his body into Randy’s.
Randy pressed back and could feel his hard cock grinding against Sammy’s. They parted, reluctantly, and left the locker room together.
“Well, Sammy, what do you think of our gym?” Pete asked.
“This is an awesome place! I’m glad I found it.” Sammy exclaimed.
“Good to hear that. Randy is one of our regulars.” Pete bragged.
“Yeah, he’s terrific. See you day after tomorrow.” Sammy said.
“Okay, see you then.” Pete replied. “Take care, Randy.”
“Later, Pete.” Randy said.

Don't you love it when you find out your roomie is a cockfighter like you???

John and I have been friends for about 10 years or more. We met while in the Navy and stationed overseas. John got out after just one 4 year tour and moved to the West Coast. I got out after 4 more years and settled in the same city. John helped me find a house and a job and we stayed friends. About 6 months ago, the company he worked for folded and he was out of a job. He had to move out of his apartment and I offered him a spare room in my house. Being single, I wasn’t using the room and enjoyed the company. John found another job within a week and everything was going fine.
About a week ago, John’s car quit on him and he put it in the shop for repairs. The shop would get one thing fixed, and then another would pop up. It was getting pretty frustrating for John because he didn’t have a car and was depending on me for a ride. I didn’t mind, but I could see it getting to him. We had been carpooling while his car was in for repair. By Friday, John’s nerves were on edge. Mine weren’t far behind due to being short-handed at work. We were both looking forward to the long weekend to unwind.
I’m not sure what started our little argument, but it was intensifying as we crept along in the rush hour traffic. It probably had something to do with the tension described above. Finally, it came to a head.

“You wanna fight?” John challenged.
“Yeah, I do.” I accepted.
“Excellent. I’m looking forward to kicking your ass!” John replied.
“We’ll see about that.” I retorted.
We simmered the rest of the way home. We’re both about the same size, skinny. I’m 35, 5’10” and about 155#. I have dark brown hair and eyes and a goatee. I consider myself reasonably fit despite my skinny body. John is has a similar build at 30, 5’08” and about 145#. He has medium brown hair, dark brown eyes and is just as hairy as I am. We liked to horseplay wrestle from time to time, but nothing real serious. That’s about to change once we get home.
I pulled into the garage and got out of the car as the door was coming down. I moved to the empty space in the garage. Dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, I stood in the middle of the garage as John got out of the car. As the garage door stopped, John rounded the car. Dressed similarly to me in a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, we met in the middle of the half empty garage. We approached each other with our hands up and ready for battle. The fight was on. We grabbed double handfuls of each other’s t-shirt and grappled around the room. As the thin cotton material tore away, we stumbled apart.
Bare to the waist, we charged at each other. We locked our hands together struggled across the concrete floor in a test of strength, giving each other the evil eye at the same time. I twisted my body to one side and ripped my hands free. John anticipated my move and we locked each other in a tight headlock. Our free hands pounded each other’s flat hairy stomachs as we danced across the floor. He pushed us against the car and we rolled onto the hood. Our hairy chests banged together as we rolled across the hood and fender and on the floor in front of the car. When we hit the floor, we locked our legs together and tightened our grips around each other’s necks. Our breath came in short gasps as we fought on the floor. We couldn’t roll very far due to the car on one side and the front wall of the garage on the other, but we grunted and strained against each other until we found ourselves in the middle of the garage floor. We struggled back and forth on the dirty concrete floor, our now sweating bodies locked together in a tight dual bearhug/grapevine. Back and forth across we wrestled across the concrete floor, squeezing each other with all our might. We broke apart suddenly and jumped to our feet.
We locked up again chest to chest in a tight bearhug as we glared at each other and danced around the room. I could feel John squeeze the breath out of my lungs, but knew I was doing the same to him. We glared at each other as we pushed apart. We stood breathing heavily in the middle of the garage floor our bodies covered in dirt, sweat and grime. That’s when I noticed the bulge in John’s jeans. I also noticed I had an identical bulge in my jeans. John walked up to me until we were toe to toe and our jean clad cocks were touching. Glaring back at his dark brown eyes, I challenged him.
“Cockfight, outside.” I said tersely
“Excellent idea, punk.” John accepted.
We stepped apart and stripped. We piled our dirty clothes on the floor and walked through the house nude. The house had a large backyard with a 6’ privacy fence surrounding it. The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac with undeveloped property behind. We moved through the living room and onto the patio. We walked nude and side by side into the grass to face off again. We stood apart from each other, glaring into each other’s eyes. We scanned down each other’s bodies and stared. I stopped at John’s throbbing 6” cock. It was jutting from a wild nest of brown pubes that covered his fat balls. His purple mushroom head was slick with pre-cum. I noticed John staring at my hard 6” cock with a nearly identical wild nest of dark brown pubes, fat balls and pre-cum slick head. Glaring at each other’s hard dicks, we stepped toward each other. Once in range, we locked our hands together and swung our hard cocks together. Our fat dicks slapped together in a fleshy swordfight. We jousted and parried our throbbing cocks together, stabbing our cocks into each other’s balls. John tore his hands free and slammed his body into mine. We locked up in a tight nude bearhug with our cocks trapped between us. We squeezed each other with all our might, our hard cocks throbbing between us. There was an electric charge as our cocks touched. As we struggled across the thick grass, our dicks ground against each other. I could feel his hard cock and thick bush grinding against mine. Our fat purple cock heads slick with pre-cum and sweat providing lubricant for our cockfight. John ground his hips into mine, trying to make me cum first. With a snarl, I matched each of his grinds with one of my own. We moved our hands to each other’s hairy butts and slammed our cocks into each other. I could feel his hairy balls bounce against mine. I could feel my balls tighten against my body and knew my orgasm was getting close. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I looped my leg around his and took us to the grass.

We landed in a heap of arms, legs and hard cocks and rolled apart. I landed on my back and John suddenly pounced on top of me. I locked him in a tight bearhug/grapevine, trapping our hard dicks between us again. I growled and rolled us over. John locked me in an identical hold and rolled us again. The normal wildlife sounds were eerily silent during our cock fight in the backyard. Only the sounds of our grunts and growls could be heard. We were very close to a dual climax before we hit the ground, so it didn’t come as a surprise when John gasped, tightened his bearhug, his body stiffened and his cock spewed a massive load of hot creamy cum at the same time as mine exploded. We held each other in the thick grass until our cocks were limp and dry. We released each other and rolled apart. We lay on the grass letting the sun dry the matching pools of cum on our flat hairy bellies and limp cocks.
“Well, I feel better now.” I said.
“Yeah, I do too.” John agreed.
“We need to do that more often.” I suggested.
“I agree. A good cockfight is a great tension reliever.” John said.
We rose to our feet and moved back to the house. After showering off the dirt, sweat and cum, we retrieved our dirty clothes from the garage. Still nude, we toasted our dual victory with a beer. We agreed, after a few more beers, that a hot cockfight was just the thing after a hard week at work.

Have you ever wondered what a cockfight with your twin or doppelganger would be like? I know you have and here is my take on it. Enjoy.

CAMPING OUT

I had heard of a remote campsite from a friend of mine. He gave me directions. The ‘road’, and I use that term loosely, was barely a rutted track. My truck bounced down the gravel road through a thick forest until it broke into a broad clearing. There was a wide grassy area cut into the trees and a creek running down one side. I backed up to the grass and unloaded the truck. By the time my camp was set up, I was sweating pretty good. So, I peeled my sweaty t-shirt off my 5’10” 160# frame, baring my slender hairy chest and belly. When I finished setting up the camp, I stripped the rest of my clothes off and piled them next to the tent. Nude, I walked down to the creek and took a dip in the cool water. I rinsed off the sweat of the day and walked back to camp. Sitting in a chair, I let the sun dry my skinny body.

I fixed some dinner and then sat back to just listen to the forest. When it started to get dark, I started a fire. Listening to the forest was better than anything cable TV or the Internet could ever offer. I started to nod off and crawled, still nude, into the tent. It didn’t take long to drop off to sleep. Not sure how long I slept, but something woke me up. I leaned up on one elbow and could definitely hear someone outside. I crawled out of the tent and noticed that my fire still had a weak flame and there was a full moon. So the camp and grassy glade were well lit. I noticed a figure on the other side of the glade from me, coming up from the creek. I froze in shock, not because there was someone there and I was naked, but because he looked just like me! I noticed he was naked too. I took a few steps toward him and he took a few toward me.

It was uncanny how identical we looked; 5’10”, 160#, dark brown hair and eyes, slender fit builds, hairy chest, belly and legs, a narrow ‘happy trail’ of brown hair leading to a wild triangle of pubes surrounding our limp cocks and hairy balls. We were getting closer to each other with every step. I was about to ask him his name when he lunged at me. I had little time to react as he locked me in a tight bearhug and started directly into my eyes. I quickly wrapped my arms around his narrow waist and we struggled across the grass. The friction from our tussle was making my cock grow hard. I was a bit worried about that but felt his hard cock pressing against my balls as mine was pressing against his. I didn’t know why we were fighting, but it sure felt good with our cocks jammed between our legs. Trying to maintain that hold caused us to stumble. Our holds slipped but didn’t break. We separated just enough that our cocks slapped against our bellies. We locked our bodies together again, trapping our throbbing cocks between us. I felt a sudden tingle when my hard dick mashed against his. The feel of his hard cock grinding against mine felt even better than trapping his cock between my thighs. We were starting to sweat from our struggle and our holds began to slip a bit. Before he could slip from my grasp, I looped one leg around his and took us to the ground.

We tumbled to the grass in a heap and broke apart. I turned toward him when he tackled me, taking me back to the grass. I locked my arms and legs around his and pressed our sweating bodies together. We rolled and grunted across the grass. Even the night forest creatures were silent, giving the grassy stage to our fight. I could feel his hot breath on my face as we struggled across the grass. Our fat purple cockheads were slick with both sweat and pre-cum, our body hair was matted with sweat and our eyes were locked together. I could tell my orgasm was getting close because my balls were tight against my crotch. With our eyes still locked together, our cocks exploded simultaneously with twin geysers of hot creamy goo. We gasped as our orgasms ran through out skinny bodies.
Our dual orgasm was like a spark to a flame, it encouraged us to fight more! He squeezed me tighter as his cock spewed between us. We grappled and grunted across the grass and our cum slick cocks became fully erect again. It didn’t take long for our second mutual orgasm to occur. Our tired sweating bodies shuddered as our cocks exploded again. This time, we stopped and sagged against each other as our dual cum pools oozed between us. We held each other loosely as we let our exhausted bodies recharge.

When I was finally able to breathe normally, we got to our feet. Our eyes locked and knew this round was done, but another was about to start. We crouched into a wrestler’s stance. I advanced toward him. We circled like two jungle cats, waiting for the advantage. When we got close enough, we locked our hands together in a test of strength. I knew this would be a stalemate, but we continued anyway. When our bodies closed, I swung my hips and batted my cock against his. It struck his throbbing member with a fleshy thud. He grinned and swung his cock back, striking mine. We jousted and parried our hard dicks in a hard-on to hard-on sword fight. With our hands still gripping each other, I mashed my body against his, crushing our cocks between us. He tore his hands free and wrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed two handfuls of my hairy butt cheeks. I, of course, retaliated in kind and ground my hard cock into his. Our cock heads were already leaking pre-cum and our balls were tight against our crotches. Our first climax of the day was just as powerful as the first one last night. Our massive dual loads spread between us as we staggered around the grass. Once we were limp and dry, we sat back on the grass to catch our breath. He led me to the creek to wash up and we let the cool night air dry our bodies.

With all the fighting and cumming, I nodded off. I awoke the next morning still in the grass outside my tent. I got up with a start and looked around. I quickly noticed I was alone. My opponent and doppelganger was nowhere to be seen. I dressed quickly and searched the forest, but to no avail. I returned to my camp and pondered, ‘did this really happen?’ or was this the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I knew something happened because of the bruises on my body and the disturbed grass in front of my tent where we fought. At least I got to play out one of my favorite fantasies. I hoped I would get to play it out again sometime.