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Here's another story from my fertile imagination. Enjoy.

It was a five hour drive to the remote cabin that had been in Sam’s family for generations. It was in the middle of a 20 acre lot surrounded by trees. Over the years, it morphed from a rustic cabin with no enmities to an oasis in the woods complete with running water, air conditioning the works. Sam was certain he would have the cabin to himself because his folks moved into a retirement community 2 years ago and his sister didn’t like the great outdoors. He turned onto the gravel road and stopped to unlock the gate. He left it open for his guest who would be arriving later in the day. He pulled his car onto the carport and climbed out. He stretched his slender 6’ frame to work the kinks from sitting for the past 5 hours. As he unloaded the car, his thoughts returned to the last time he and his guest, Ian, were here.
It was 20 years ago, both men were still teenagers and, up to that point, best friends. But that changed when they both fell for the same girl. They came up here to settle who gets the girl. The fight was long and brutal that left both boys bloodied and bruised. It didn’t settle anything because the fight was a draw with the promise of a rematch to really settle the issue. The company that Ian’s father worked for went under and the family moved to another state. The boys vowed one day they would settle this once and for all. The girl in question played both of them against each other for some kind of cheap thrill. Sam didn’t find that out until Ian and his family moved away. About a week ago, Sam got a letter from Ian. The first contact since he moved away. Seems Ian still wanted to fight it out even after all these years. Not one to back down from a fight, Sam called the number Ian sent and the men worked out the details to finish this fight.
Sam unloaded the car and cranked up the AC. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and stepped out onto the front porch. It was a warm late Spring day, so Sam removed his t-shirt baring his smooth thin torso. Even after all these years, he was still thin, just barely 150#. Dressed only his shorts and sneakers, he took a seat on the porch and put up his feet on the rail. He finished his beer and dozed off.
Ian had been dreaming of this day for 20 years. He was, naturally, upset when he had to move before he and Sam could settle their issue. He kind of figured this girl was playing them, but he didn’t care. He had been wanting to fight Sam for years but couldn’t come up with a scenario. He followed Sam’s directions and found the gravel road that led to the cabin. As Sam directed, he stopped and locked the gate behind him. He continued up the road and found a cabin in a clearing just as Sam described. There was a sandy haired man on the porch when Ian pulled in behind the car on the carport. The man stirred as Ian parked his car. Ian opened his door and emerged from his car. He also stretched his 150#, 5’10” frame like Sam did.
Sam heard a car come up the road and rose from his chair. He watched the car park behind his and a red headed man exit the vehicle. He recognized Ian immediately. He stepped off the porch and stopped at the edge of the grass, hands on his hips. Ian climbed out of his car and noticed Sam’s stance. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it in the front seat. He stood at the opposite corner of the imaginary ‘ring’ in the front yard, also with his hands on his hips.
They slowly moved toward each other, arms out in front, palms facing each other. When their hands met, they tightly gripped and pushed against each other. They took this moment to size each other up, again. Like those many years ago, they were still slender with smooth chests and a thin ‘happy trail’ leading into their shorts and hairy legs exiting. The only sound to be heard was the whispering wind in the trees and the grunts from the two combatants. Even the wildlife was silent, as if they were watching the events on the lawn. Sam pushed Ian back until he pinned him against his car. Ian struggled to push Sam off, but Sam pressed his body against him. Ian twisted and turned until he was able to wrench one arm free and lock Sam in a tight headlock. He bent Sam almost double while cranking his headlock tighter. Sam struggled to breath but managed to reach up and grab a handful of Ian’s thick red hair from behind. He yanked Ian’s head backward and they staggered into the yard, away from the car. Sam kept pulling and knocked Ian’s feet out from under him and they toppled to the grass and rolled apart.
Ian scrambled to Sam just as he was about to stand and tackled him back to the grass. Landing on top, Ian locked his hairy legs around Sam’s and tried to bearhug him as well. Since Sam was on bottom, for the moment, he was able to lock Ian in a dual bearhug and grapevine. He snaked one hand around and pushed against Ian’s chin, rolling them onto their sides. This allowed Ian to put an effective bearhug on Sam as well. He grabbed a handful of Sam’s thick brown hair and rolled him onto his back again. Sam used the move to roll them over, so Ian was on the bottom now. On the ground, in a tight ball, locked together in a dual bearhug and grapevine, the two men rolled across the grassy arena. One hand was buried in the other’s thick hair, while the other punched and slapped each other.
After about 20 minutes, it felt longer, the men were sweating profusely, bits of grass and dirt covered their bodies and their holds were getting difficult to maintain. They were on their sides when they stopped rolling and eyes locked and breathing heavily.
“Well, this is getting us nowhere.” Sam gasped.
“No, didn’t. But I have an idea.” Ian said, pushing his crotch into Sam’s.
That’s when Sam realized their cocks were rock hard and pushed back.
“Cockfight.” They both said.
“That’s a great idea! Let’s do it.” Sam challenged.
“You’re on.” Ian agreed.
The two released their holds and stood. They quickly took off their shorts, briefs and shoes. Stepping back from each other a bit, they sized each other up. Now nude, their eyes locked on their throbbing cocks. Both were 6” and cut, Sam’s a bit thicker than Ian’s. They noticed their matching ‘happy trails’ ended in a thick triangle of curly pubic hair, Ian’s dark red and Sam’s brown. Each sported a fat pair of hairy balls beneath. Placing their hands on their hips, they stepped toward each other again. Once they were in range, Sam swung his hips and batted his hard cock into Ian’s. Back and forth the two men swatted their cocks into each other in a fleshy swordfight. They stepped closer and closer until their bodies were pressed together and their hard cocks trapped between two sweaty bodies. As they pushed and shoved against each other across the grass, Sam moved his hands from his hips to Ian’s butt and tightened his grip. Feeling Sam’s hands on his ass, Ian duplicated the move. Each of Sam’s thrusts was met with an equal thrust from Ian. It took a few thrusts before the two got in sync. Their flat bellies slapped together that resounded in the eerily quiet yard. They danced around the grass, thrusting and slapping until Ian’s legs tangled with Sam’s. They toppled to the earth with a thud, but maintained their tight holds this time. Locking their hairy legs around each other, they rolled across the grass. Just like round one, they pulled hair and punched each other as they fought. The difference this time, they rubbed and ground their hard cocks against each other. Their fat purple cockheads were wet and slick with precum, their hairy balls tight against their crotches. Both were close, but neither wanted to be the first to climax. Ian forced a hand between them and tweaked one of Sam’s hard nipples. Sam let out a yell and pinched one of Ian’s nips. Ian suddenly froze. His body wracked as if in pain but felt his throbbing cock spew load after load of hot creamy goo between them. As Ian’s cock erupted, Sam was about to declare victory when his cock suddenly unloaded. Twin geysers of goo spread between the two men as they lay on the grass. As their cocks oozed cum, the two slumped against each other. When they were able to breathe normally again, they staggered to their feet.
“I win.” Sam declared, still gasping for breath.
“Just barely! I demand a rematch!” Ian replied.
“Sure, just not today.” Sam agreed.
“Yeah, ok.” Ian said.
They gathered up their clothes and went into the cabin.
“This is going to be a fun weekend.” Sam stated.
“Yeah, especially when I bring you to a screaming climax.” Ian challenged.
“We’ll see who cums to a screaming climax!” Sam replied.

Here's another story. Another fantasy of mine. Enjoy.

The Elevator

Bryce pulled into the parking garage of his new apartment high rise; a new city, a new job, a new apartment and a new start. He pulled into a parking space and pulled his duffel bag from the back seat. This was the last of his stuff from the hotel where he had been staying for the last week. He walked to the bank of elevators and pressed up button. Afte a few minutes, he heard a ding and the doors opened on an empty elevator car. He entered and pressed the button for the 20th floor, his new place. The doors closed and the elevator moved up. It stopped at the lobby and about 10 or so people crowded into the car. Bryce moved to the a back corner and positioned his bag in front of him. Mainly, to take up as little space in the crowded car and to hide his suddenly growing erection. He couldn’t understand why he was getting a hard-on in a crowded elevator, it had never happened before.
Adam entered high rise building and moved to the bank of elevators, looking forward to a nice, quiet 3-day weekend. He joined the crowd of people waiting for the elevator. When the door opened, he and the crowd moved into the car. He reached for the panel but noticed 20 was already pressed. He was usually the only one going to 20. He pushed through the crown to the back corner and settled in for the ride.
Bryce’s fully erect cock was twitching in his pants. It was as if it was searching for something. He was positioned in the left hand corner but his cock kept twitching to the right. He took a silent deep breath and slowly turned his head in that direction. His eyes met the large, dark brown eyes of a blond guy in the opposite corner.
Adam suddenly had a strange feeling come over him. He was in the right hand corner of the elevator and his cock was twitching to the left. He slowly scanned the car and stopped when his eyes locked up with the bright blue ones of a brown haired guy in the opposite corner.
Bryce and Adam kept their eyes locked on each other as the car moved and stopped. The other passengers were oblivious to the silent messages passing between the two men in the back of the car. Floor by floor, the passengers thinned out until, by the 10th floor it was just Bryce and Adam. Without breaking eye contact, they dropped their bags, Bryce’s duffel and Adam’s backpack. As they turned toward each other, they noticed their obvious hard cock bulges in their pants. Once they were within reach, they grabbed the front of each other’s shirts. They pulled and tugged at each other, sending buttons flying. Bryce pushed hard and backed Adam into the wall of the elevator, pinning him against the hand rail. Pressing his body against Adam’s, he could feel his hard cock throbbing and grinding against Adam’s. All this time the elevator moved smoothly past the 15th floor when there was a loud screech, a violent jolt and then nothing. The overhead light flickered once and partially went out, leaving the car in dimly lit.
“Damn, not again.” Adam muttered, letting go of Bryce’s shirt.
“This has happened before?” Bryce asked, also letting go of Adam’s shirt.
“Yeah, about once or twice a month.” Adam replied pressing the emergency intercom button.
After a few seconds a voice came through the panel. “Security. This is Carl.”
“Hey, Carl. It’s Adam on 20. Elevator stopped again. Looks like we’re around 15.” Adam said into the receiver.
“Aw, shit, again? That’s the third time this month. When are they gonna fix that damned thing right? Ok, Adam. I’m on it. You by yourself?” Carl said.
“No, I have one other guy in here with me.” Adam said, looking at Bryce.
“Well, at least you have some company this time. It’ll be about an hour, ya know.” Carl stated.
“Yeah, I know. Thanks.” Adam replied, hanging up.
Turning back to Bryce, Adam said, “We have about an hour to kill. I’m Adam.”
“Bryce. Hell of a way to start a 3-day weekend.”
“Yeah, well, management does the minimal amount of maintenance, so things get fixed just enough to work.”
“Great. Since we have an hour, let’s pick up where we left off.” Bryce challenged.
“Sounds like a good idea.” Adam replied, facing Bryce again.
The two men stood toe to toe, their erection sized bulges almost touching. Their shirts were open nearly to their waists from the previous round. Bryce noticed Adam’s chest and belly were lightly covered with light brown hair. Adam noticed Bryce’s smooth ripped torso. Bryce leaned forward and bumped his chest and crotch into Adam’s. He felt his cock twitch as their hard-ons pressed together again. Adam pressed his hairy chest and crotch into Bryce’s and wrapped his arms around Bryce’s torso. Bryce, of course, retaliated in kind. With their eyes locked together, they pushed and ground their bodies against each other. Adam pushed them to the wall of the elevator car, pinning Bryce against the handrail. Bryce felt the handrail press into his lower back and strained against Adam to roll them over. Their breath was coming in short gasps as they grunted and strained against each other. Bryce reached up and grabbed a handful of Adam’s blond hair and yanked hard, rolling them over until Adam’s back was pinned against the wall.
“That’s the way you want to play, huh?” Adam said, grabbing a handful of Bryce’s thick brown hair. Adam rolled them again and had Bryce against the wall again. Even though the air conditioning was running, the men started to sweat. Bryce gave Adam’s hair a quick yank the pushed them away from the wall. Adam back peddled but lost his balance and toppled to the floor of the car, dragging Bryce with him. They hit the floor with Adam on bottom. Adam quickly locked his legs around Bryce’s and rolled them over. With both hands free, one hand stayed buried in each other’s hair and the other punched and tore at each other as they rolled and fought on the bare floor.
Slowly stalking each other in the tiny car, they were breathing heavily when they lunged at each other. Their slender bodies slammed together with a sweat wet smack. They locked their arms around each other in a vice-tight standing dual bearhug. Bryce pushed them against the wall and ground his hard cock into Adam’s. Just the whir of the air conditioner and the grunts from the fight were the only sounds in the small car. Adam rolled them again and continued thrusting his hard cock into his opponents. Bryce was rolling them again, when the elevator jerked again and started moving.
They stopped and peeled their sweaty bodies apart. They grabbed their bags and stood side by side as the elevator continued up. The car stopped on the 20th floor and the door opened. They stepped out of the car and the door closed. Bryce turned to Adam just as his face met Adam’s palm in a resounding slap.
“You little bitch!” hissed Bryce and charged at Adam his hands at the ready. The men waded into each other, slapping and punching each other’s face and body. They crashed together in a tight bearhug with their hands buried in each other’s hair. They hissed and growled as they struggled in the wide hallway.
When they hit an apartment door, they froze, fearing the occupant would open the door and find them fighting in the hall. But, as Bryce looked at the door, he realized this was his apartment. He tightened his grip on Adam’s hair and growled, “This is my place. Let’s finish this inside.”
“Good idea. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you by beating your ass in public.” Adam replied.
Giving Adam a quick jerk, “You’re the one whose gonna get an ass whipping.” Bryce said.
“We’ll see.” Adam said.
They let go of each other, with some reluctance, and gathered their belongings from the floor. Bryce unlocked the door and led them inside. Bryce dropped his bag in the entryway and Adam did the same. He led them down the hall into a spare bedroom. Bryce had this room set up as an exercise room with mats on the floor. He closed the door and faced Adam. As the men faced each other, they began to undress. First their tattered, buttonless shirts hit the floor as they pushed off their shoes. Next, their pants and socks joined the shirts in a pile. In just their tight white briefs, they took a step toward each other, sizing each other up. They had matching wet spots where their fat, purple, pre-cum slick cockheads strained against the cotton material. Their eyes met and locked as they pushed off their briefs and tossed them in the pile. Bryce’s cut, 6”, thick cock stood straight up, sprouting from a wild next of brown pubes. Adam’s cut, 7” cock emerged from a neat but thick nest of light brown pubes and wasn’t as thick as Bryce’s. They moved toward each other, and their hard cocks suddenly pointed at the other. The closer they got, the more their cocks ached to start fighting again. Once they were close enough, their cockheads touched, sending an electric charge through their bodies.
With his hands on his hips, Bryce swung his cock into Adam’s. They met with a fleshy thud as their man meat bounced off each other. Adam took a similar stance, and swung his cock back, striking Bryce’s meat. Back and forth the men swatted their stiff cocks against each other in a fleshy swordfight. Adam suddenly took another step and pressed his naked body against Bryce’s, trapping their throbbing dicks between them. They moved their hands to each other’s waist in a tight naked bearhug. They bucked and ground their bodies against each other. As the pace increased, their hard cocks were fighting and rubbing against each other and their fat hairy balls bouncing against each other as well.
Sweat began to pore from their bodies as they fought around the small room, making it difficult to maintain a tight grip on each other. Their feet also began to slip on the mats. But they didn’t care, they were too focused on the fight to notice they were losing their balance until Adam slipped and fell, dragging Bryce with him. Somehow, they managed to keep a loose bearhug as they hit the mats. Adam quickly locked his legs with Bryce’s and rolled them over until he was on top. Bryce struggled under him but couldn’t unseat his opponent. Until he grabbed a handful of Adam’s hair and gave it a hard yank. This caused them to roll again until Bryce was on top.
“Oh, no you don’t, bitch.” Adam growled and grabbed a handful of Bryce’s hair and pulled hard.
Over and over, they rolled pulled each other’s hair and grinding their sweaty bodies together. Meanwhile, they hard cocks were still fighting between them. Each one trying to make the other cum first. Bryce yanked Adam’s hair and pulled him away just enough to slap his face. Adam growled again and returned the favor. The more they struggled and rolled the closer their hard cocks were to letting go. Their mutual orgasm his simultaneously and both men gasped and groaned as their hard cocks spewed twin geysers of hot creamy goo between them.
As their dual orgasms subsided and their cocks semi-deflated, they separated and lay side by side on the mats. They lay there letting the air conditioning cool their sweating and aching bodies
“That was one hell of a fight.” Adam said, still panting.
“Yes, it was. A lot of fun too.” Bryce agreed, also panting. “I knew as soon as I locked eyes with you in the elevator, we had to fight.”
“I felt it too. Fighting in the elevator, the hallway and here felt right.” Adam observed.
“Yes, it did.” Bryce said, sitting up. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”
Bryce stood and helped Adam to his feet. Hand in hand, Bryce led them to the shower where they washed the sweat, cum and fight from their bodies. As they dried each other off, they went in search of their clothes. Bryce loaned Adam a shirt, since their shirts were tattered and buttonless.
Bryce escorted Adam to the door. Adam suddenly grabbed Bryce and pinned him against the door, pressing his body to Bryce’s. He grabbed a handful of Bryce’s hair and playfully growled, “Rematch at my place. Any time you’re ready!”
Bryce retaliated in kind and pulling Adam’s hair, eagerly replied, “You can count on it!”
They, reluctantly, let go of each other and noticed they were both hard again. Bryce let Adam out and closed the door. He smiled to himself because he knew this was the first round. These two neighbors will tangle again.