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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.

Finally Meeting

Rob scrolled through the profiles of new members on his favorite wrestling web site until one caught his eye, Drew. He lived over 500 miles away, but he had the same build and interests as Rob. Rob is 45, 5’10”, 160# with black hair and blue eyes. Drew listed his stats as 50, 5’10”, 165#; the pic just showed his face with dark brown hair and eyes. Rob clicked on the icon to send Drew a message.

“Looks like we are into the same kind of wrestling. Would love to meet and tangle. Interested?” Rob clicked on the send button and hoped for the best.

3 days later, Rob received a reply from his new contact. He clicked on the link and found this:

“You’re right! We are alike. Would love to meet! When?” The message included a phone number and email address. Rob couldn’t believe his luck, it was like a dream. He quickly drafted an email detailing his perfect wrestling match, included his phone number and attached a full body pic of himself in a speedo. For Rob, the perfect match was with someone close to his size in a long slow nude fight with lots of body to body contact until one or both climaxed. Then rest for a bit and go again.

Later that day, Rob received a reply from Drew.

“We have to meet! I’m hard and aching for a hot cock to cock fight!” Read Drew’s reply. He attached a nude pic of himself, hard and ready for action. From the pic, Rob noticed Drew’ dark brown hair covered his chest, belly and crotch. He was slender and fit with lots of hair on his chest and belly and a wild nest in his crotch. Sprouting from this nest was a hard, cut cock and hairy balls. The dark curly hair continued down a pair of muscled legs. Rob’s cock sprang to attention as he gazed at this hairy Adonis. The quickly stripped and snapped a naked pic of his equally hairy body, complete with hard-on to send to Drew, attaching a challenge:

“I’m hard and ready to make you cum!”

Not even an hour later, his phone rang. He noticed the number and smiled.

“You ready to get naked and fight, punk?” Rob said as he answered the phone.
“Oh yeah, I’m ready. You ready to cum?” Drew replied.
“I’ll cum, right after I make you cum.” Rob challenged.
“Oh, I think you’ll be cumming first.” Drew stated.
“We’ll have to meet and see who’s right.” Rob replied.

For the next hour they trash talked back and forth and worked out a time and place to meet while jacking off. It took about 6 months, but Rob had a business trip to Drew’s town. He was hoping for some free time to meet and wrestle Drew. Since Rob would be in a hotel, they agreed that will be their battleground. They talked and emailed back and forth, hyping each other up for the battle. As scheduled, Rob arrived and checked into the hotel. He was pleased to find a large room with a king size bed on the ground floor. He called Drew.

“I’m here. Ready to get naked and fight?” Rob asked

“You bet I am. What’s your schedule?” Drew replied.
They worked out a time for the initial meeting that evening after both were off work. Around 6 pm, there was a knock on Rob’s door. Dressed in t-shirt and jeans, he opened the door. Rob stepped back and let Drew in. He slipped the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door before closing and locking it. Drew went to the center of the room and turned to face Rob. Also wearing a t-shirt and jeans, Drew slipped off his sneakers. Rob stood with his hands on his hips, his throbbing cock bulging in his jeans. Drew was also rock hard and approached Rob until they were toe to toe. He stood facing Rob, hands on his hips and his hard cock straining in his jeans. He leaned forward and bumped his cock against Rob’s. Rob returned the bump and held it there for a few seconds before pulling back. Drew stepped back and removed his t-shirt revealing his hairy chest and the thick ‘happy trail’ disappearing into his jeans. Rob slowly removed his t-shirt as Drew returned to his arms akimbo stance. They slowly circled each other, eyeing each other’s slender hairy torsos. Rob stopped and pushed his jeans off. He stood in front of Drew in just his white briefs, hard cock bulging and a small wet spot at the head. Drew smiled and stripped down to his briefs as well. Rob noticed Drew’s cock was at least 7” and the fat head straining against the waistband of his briefs. They slowly circled again, crouching in a wrestler’s stance.

When they closed to within arm’s reach, they locked up in a classic collar and elbow hold. They gripped each other hard and scuffled around the room. Drew quickly put Rob in a vise tight headlock and bent him at the waist. Rob could do little but grab Drew around the waist as he gazed at Drew’s wet spot from his hard throbbing cock. Rob pushed them back to the bed and toppled Drew onto his back. This broke the hold, but Drew was able to put Rob in a leg scissor around his waist. He tightened his legs around Rob’s gut, squeezing the air from his lungs. Rob struggled mightily against Drew’s tight hold and managed to twist his body around until he was facing Drew. Rob got to his knees and pinned Drew’s shoulders to the bed and his arms above his head. He continued to his feet and bent Drew’s body nearly over. The pressure on Drew’s back was too great and he released Rob from the scissor hold. As Drew’s legs hit the bed, Rob straddled his chest and moved up until his crotch was firmly against Drew’s chin. Drew planted his feet on the bed and tried to bridge Rob off. Rob maintained his position as they struggled on the bed. They squirmed around the bed until Drew was able to bridge Rob off and onto the floor. Rob put out his hands to break his fall and landed face down on the carpet. Before he could move, Drew pounced on his back and locked him in a full nelson.

Rob squirmed, feeling Drew’s throbbing cock between his ass cheeks. He rolled them onto Drew’s back, but that just allowed Drew to lock his legs around Rob’s. They rolled back and forth, grunting and straining across the carpet. Even though the A/C was running, the men were bathed in sweat. This was advantageous to Rob and allowed him to break Drew’s hold. Once free, he turned and landed on Drew. Now face to face, they locked together in a dual bearhug/grapevine. They stared into each other’s eyes as they rolled across the carpet, grinding their throbbing dicks together with just their briefs separating them. They had been looking forward to this fight for months and resisted the temptation to jack off. Rolling and grinding across the carpet, they tried to make the other cum first. Drew won this round when Rob suddenly gasped, gripped him tightly and let out a groan. Rob’s cock unloaded into his briefs. Wave after wave of hot creamy goo erupted from his cock. When he was done, he collapsed against his opponent. Drew rolled Rob onto his back and sat astride Rob’s chest.

“Now that’s a cockfight.” Drew said triumphantly.

“Yeah, fighting naked would make it better though.” Rob replied, still out of breath.

“Ya know, you’re right.” Drew said, standing.

He reached down and helped Rob get to his feet. Once up, Drew pushed off his briefs and tossed them aside. His still throbbing man meat stood at attention, ready to battle. Rob pushed off his cum soaked briefs and tossed them aside. His semi rigid cock stood out in front of him, his pubes matted with his jizz. They crouched again and circled. Once in range, they locked their hands together in a test of strength. They staggered into the room, only the sound of the whirring air conditioner and their grunts were audible. Drew got close enough to swing his hard cock into Rob’s now fully erect member. Their cocks hit with an audible slap of flesh on flesh. Hands still locked together, they batted their cocks back and forth in a fleshy sword fight. Drew back Rob to the king sized bed and pushed them over. They landed on the bed with Rob on bottom, for the moment. Locking their arms and legs around each other, they struggled across the bed. Now flesh to flesh, they ground their sweating bodies and rigid cocks together. Drew’s first climax and Rob’s second came simultaneously this time.

“Oh shit!” they both exclaimed as their throbbing dick unloaded between them. Twin geysers of cum sprayed between the two men as they held each other tightly. As the last of their dual orgasm subsided, they sagged into each other’s arms on the bed. After a bit, they rolled apart and lay side by side, identical pools of cum matting their pubes and belly hair.

Wordlessly they struggled to their feet and staggered to the bathroom. Under the warm spray of the shower, they cleaned the sweat and cum from their bodies. After drying, they sat nude in Rob’s room for hours talking about their past experiences with short bouts of naked cock to cock wrestling. It turned out to be fruitful for all concerned. Rob was looking forward for his next business trip.

I had another wrestling match yesterday. He and I have wrestled before and that was awesome. But yesterday's match was even better! We started out nude, the best way to wrestle, by the way. Tests of strength and bearhugs got our slender bodies and hard cocks going. Then we struggled across the bed. Both of us trading the top position, straining against each other until we had to stop. Sweating and panting, we called it a draw. Wow! What a match! We have to do this again. I'm glad he lives in the same town I do.

Just had a great nude match today! We started out nude and hard and wrestled back and forth for a while. We ended in a clinch, jacking each other off. That's the kind of wrestling I like. I want to do it again!