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Doug and I first met in a downtown gym close to our offices. We had similar jobs as system analysts but in competing airline companies. The work we did was tough – we were responsible for maintaining the computer that tracked the daily flight schedules for our respective companies. This was an immense responsibility in itself but we also had to deal with irate managers who could not or would not understand that the procurement of spare airplanes to replace cancelled flights was not in our job descriptions.

Working out at the gym at the end of the day was therefore an important part of our daily schedule since we could sweat out the stress of the day. Reducing work-related stress and tension was the primary goal of our workouts and muscular development and raising our fitness levels were secondary (but useful benefits). Doug stands at about 5’10 which is just a shade taller than me. We both weigh about 170lbs and are both lean.

The exercises we did were not meant to put on bulk but to build definition. This coupled with the swimming that we both did in the gym pool meant that our muscles looked long and lean rather than pumped up. I’ve a naturally smooth chest while Doug has a slightly hairy one. He has dark brown hair which is just beginning to show some grey although none has showed up on his chest yet. Mine is jet black and although I expect to find my first white hair any day now, it hasn’t happened yet. We’re both in our early thirties and in pretty good shape for our age.

We met one day when we both reached for the same dumbbell. I ceded the weight to him out of politeness and was a bit irritated when he just took it without any acknowledgement. I tried not to be judgmental but immediately put him down as an arrogant asshole. When I found out who he worked for the following week, my opinion was confirmed. After that day we’d pretend to ignore each other at the gym while competing silently to see who could do a more intense workout. This continued for several weeks and my dislike for him started to grow. I could sense that he felt the same way, and we could both feel tension between us when we got too close to one another.

Everything changed last Wednesday. I had just finished my laps in the pool and had climbed out, the water sliding smoothly off my brown chest, black hair slicked back. I had an old pair of black speedos on and they clung tightly to my body. As I passed through the doorway to the showers, he came out and ran into me. Our shoulders bumped into each other and he just pushed his way through but not before he saw the dirty look I gave him. He was going for a swim too and was in a pair of speedos as well, light blue with a yellow stripes down the side. His speedos were competition style so were cut a bit higher than normal and designed to hug the body’s contours tightly to reduce drag. He stopped as if about to say something but then his blue eyes dropped and he went to the pool.

Fuming, I went for my shower and decided to sit in the steam room to try and relax. That encounter with Doug had spoiled the effects of my workout and I was pissed off with his bad manners. I was still angry with him when I finally got to my locker but had decided to put it out of my mind by the time I was pulling my sweatshirt over my head. I was toweling my hair dry when I saw him walk up to me, a towel around his waist. He walked unwaveringly up to me, his eyes looking straight in front, with a measured tread. Stopping in front of me, he looked me full in the face and said in a low voice "I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but we have to settle it somehow." Surprising myself, I looked back at him and found myself nodding in agreement. There was something to settle – what I didn’t know at the time. We agreed to meet up in the lobby after he had changed and I went to wait for him.

He eventually entered the lobby and without giving him a chance to say anything, I said "You’re an arrogant son of a bitch who doesn’t have any manners" as soon as he was near enough to hear me. He was startled by the intensity of my tone but replied "and you’re a patronizing shit who thinks he’s somebody" in even tones. We were standing face to face at this point, chests almost touching, the heat between our bodies making our skin tingle. The receptionist in the lobby became aware of the animosity that existed between us and looked up, alarmed. She cleared her throat as if to say something but her voice faltered. Doug glanced at her briefly then turned back to me and said "Not here – we’ll settle this at my place". "Fine" I heard myself saying and we both exited.

It turned out that Doug lived a few blocks from the gym in a warehouse converted into loft apartments. We were silent while walking over but once we got into his apartment, we dropped our gym bags and I waited for him to tell me how we would resolve our differences. I looked around his apartment which was surprisingly small but had few dividing walls. There was a clear space in the centre of the main room which was lit by some recessed lights.

"So, how do we do this?" He asked. I kept quiet. "It’s obvious that you don’t like me and I feel the same about you" he continued.

"You’re such an arrogant bastard!" I blurted out. "You think you’re so much better than everyone else!"

"Okay", he said quietly "but I think you’re the same". Before I could reply, he continued "…but I’m going to show you that I’m more man than you. I’m challenging you to a wrestling match right now. Man to man. We continue to exhaustion or until one of us submits, best of three submissions."

I nodded silently and felt my heart suddenly beat faster and the blood surge through my arteries.

"We wrestle in speedos, no weapons, just our bare hands and muscles to determine who the stronger man is," he said.

I shook my head and said "My speedo is still wet from the swim – but I’ll take you on in my briefs, that is if you’re man enough". He looked at me for a moment then nodded slowly "Briefs it is."

Doug then got a wrestling mat out and laid it out in the middle of the room under the lights. He stood in the centre of the mat and took his shirt off. The light above his head shone on his glossy brown hair and highlighted the muscular and lightly hairy contours of his chest. He then slowly unzipped his jeans, and stepped out of them in his thin black cotton briefs which rode high on his hips. He turned to throw his jeans off the mat, and nodded at me to disrobe. I pulled off my shirt and felt my nipples harden in the cool air. The light bounced off my chest and accentuate my hard and lean body. I took my jeans off and stepped onto the mat in my light blue cotton briefs which clung to me.

We circled for a few moments then approached each other until our faces were inches from each other, our chests just touching. I could feel his chest hairs brush against my nipples and we could both feel the heat from our crotches. He dropped his gaze down to my feet and I could sense him checking me out from my toes up. I noticed that he had very full soft lips that contrasted with his masculine, well-defined face.

We pressed closer and were soon pushing chest to chest. Nothing was said. We both knew that this was a fight which felt instinctively right. That it had to happen before we could move on. At the same moment we put our arms around each other to pull each other in for a tight bearhug. We were soon locked in each other’s arms, testing each other’s strength. Our chests were glued together, our chins were digging into each other’s shoulders, and I could feel his heavy groin push into mine as we struggled for position with our feet.

I stumbled first and tried to recover but Doug moved too quickly. He capitalized on my mistake and pushed me off balance. I tried to take him down with me, rolling at the same time to land on top of him but he was too smart for that. He rolled with me and guided me down on my back and quickly threw his strong legs around my waist and put an arm around my neck. I was caught in a scissors and headlock combination.

The lights were hot and we were both sweating lightly by now, I could feel his strong legs shifting on my waist, trying to get into position before he squeezed. My face was pressed down against his chest and I could sense his nipple was just below my lips. I had to fight the urge to bite it because I also knew that this was going to be a clean fight. His chest hair tickled my nose and I moved my legs trying to shift out of his hold. No use, I couldn’t budge and knew that Doug had me in a hold which was going to be difficult to break out of. My neck was bent over and my legs and arms were useless to help. It was only a matter of time before he applied pressure to my waist. The man was toying with me right now.

Then in one quick movement, he squeezed his legs together and I gasped, fighting for air. He tightened his hold around my neck and the combined pain was excruciating. I tried everything I had, I arched my back, kicked out with my legs, tried to elbow him but to no avail. The only thing I could was try and wait it out but he was strong and had good stamina. The sweat rolled down our bodies, and I could taste his chest now and smell residual chlorine on his skin. I could also feel the warmth of his crotch against my hip. I knew that he had the upper hand this time and reluctantly tapped his leg to submit.

He released me immediately and my head fell back on his chest. He loosened his legs around my waist and rolled over onto his back with me partially on top of his chest. With one hand around the back of my neck, reached down to my chest and squeezed gently. "Ok?" he asked gently. I nodded and he said with quiet satisfaction "One to me." I saw a slight smile playing on his lips.

After a short rest, we stood up again and faced each other, circling warily, staring into each other’s eyes. Our bodies were still slippery from sweat and his chest hair was matted. As we looked at each other, I noticed that the front of his briefs were slightly larger then before as were mine. We locked up again, thrusting our groins into each other, arms and legs tangled, trying to gain an advantage over each other. I feinted to one side and he fell for it allowing me to twist around to his unprotected side then to his back. Before he knew it, I had Doug in a full nelson, my hands tight behind his neck. His back drawn close to my chest, I leaned backwards, almost lifting him off his feet and arched his back. He tried to pull forward but couldn’t quite manage it.

The heat generated between our bodies was intense by now and the sweat was pouring out again. He then bent forward trying to throw me but I held on tight and became a dead weight. This movement forced his ass against my cock through the cotton material and I felt my cock twitch. He let out a groan and I knew that I had to take advantage of this. I dropped to my knees bringing him down with me and released his shoulders and put him into a back-breaker hold. Now he was balanced precariously on my knee and I pushed his chest down with my hand and watched his legs flex to try and compensate. His bulge was in front of me now and I kept pressing harder with my chest and moving my knee up. I could feel his struggles weakening and knew I had him. I kept the pressure up and he finally looked at me and spat out "submit!" I released him immediately onto the floor and put one hand on his chest. I didn’t have to say a word. He knew that I had won this round.

We sat on the mat, our legs tangled looking at one another, breathing heavily. He ran a hand through the hair on his chest and said " the next round determines who’s the man." I nodded, saving my breath. We had each won one submission fairly and I knew the next submission would be hard fought. Standing up, I reached a had out to him and pulled him up facing me again. "Ready?" I asked. He nodded once and looked into my eyes again, a gaze which was less steady this time, more uncertain. I didn’t know how to read it.

We circled on another, this time with more respect for each other. We were evenly matched, almost equal in strength and weight. I knew that either one of us could win this match, that a mistake from one would give the other the match. We rushed each other at the same time and locked up hard in a tight clench, trying to get into a bearhug. The mat was slippery by now because of our sweat and we both slipped and fell, still holding on to each other.

We rolled around on the mat trying to gain position, both fighting to be on top and to put on a grapevine. Our legs were tangled together and I could feel the heat and heaviness of his groin pressing into mine. Our chests were sliding together from the sweat and holding on to him was difficult. I almost turned him over and had my legs half over him when he slipped out of my hold and tried to scramble away on all fours. I moved quickly though and grabbed him around the chest, pulling him back towards me, his ass moved firmly against my almost hard cock and I tightened my arms around his chest. He was fighting hard, trying to get out and he managed to slip out of my arms. I couldn’t hold on because we were both sweating hard by now and very slippery. As he moved out of my arms, however, my hands snagged his briefs and pulled them down. His feet got tangled in them and he tripped, falling forward.

I stood up holding his briefs as he turned around still on the floor. His dick was almost hard but not there yet. It was long but not too thick and engorged with blood. Mine pulsed as I looked at his cock. I threw his briefs at him and he caught them with his right hand. Instead of putting them on, however, he threw them aside and said tauntingly, turning my words back on me "What? You not man enough to fight without briefs!" He laid there looking at me challenging me with his eyes and cock. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

I swallowed hard and pulled my briefs down slowly and stepped out of them. Then I stroked my cock several times to bring me to full hardness and stepped towards him. His eyes locked on my cock and he licked his lips nervously. His hand moved to his dick and he stroked himself several times. By now, we were both as hard as we could get and were ready to finish this man-to-man fight. To determine who the better man was. Nothing to get between us, no weapons except our strength and ability, nothing to protect us.

He moved to get up but before he could, I threw myself at him. He twisted trying to get out of the way but I caught him on the side. We grappled again our naked, hard bodies sliding against each other. I could feel his hard muscles on mine, his lean stomach slamming against me and his strong legs resisting against mine. After a few minutes of rolling around he managed to get on top of me. Chest to chest, legs tangled up, our cocks rubbing against one another, our heavy ball sacs slapping against each other. We could feel the heat generated between our bodies and cocks. The feel of the pre-cum lubricating our skin and our cocks sliding against each other was like no other sensation I’d felt. This was better than sex. I knew that Doug felt the same way too by the way he was breathing heavily and moaning slightly as our cocks battled below our waists.

We continued struggling for position and he eventually put me into a headlock, a tight one. It was obvious that he wanted to win this match. My hands were around his waist trying to squeeze the breath out of him but it wasn’t working. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my abs and realized that there was only thing to do to get out of this hold. I grabbed his balls, but instead of squeezing hard – I caressed and tickled them hoping to make him lose his concentration. He gasped at first and loosened his hold momentarily but clamped down hard again when I tried to move my head out of his arms.

Then I reached up the shaft of his long hard cock and rubbed my thumb over the head. It was slippery and warm with pre-cum. Then I started to jerk him off, slowly, making sure that he felt every sensation that my strong, warm hand was bringing to his cock. He continued to moan with each stroke but refused to let go of the headlock, continually asking if I was ready to submit. Then with a sudden move, I let go of his cock and pushed up with my head and slipped out of his hold. He was quick to react however and put both his arms around my back and forced my head onto his shoulder while his legs tried to grapevine me.

I put my arms around his lower back and forced his cock onto my stomach and started moving to rub his dick with my tight abs. He tightened his grip and I continued bucking up and down. I knew something had to give soon – I was losing my strength and the pain was becoming unbearable. His cock was beginning to twitch more deeply now. I gathered the last remnants of my strength and pushed up hard. His trapped cock was rubbed between our sweaty and slippery stomachs and he moaned loudly. I couldn’t break the hold and started to tap out, shouting "I sub…" when he gave out one last moan and said "fuck!" between gritted teeth. That was when I felt his cum spurt out, hot, sticky and thick between us. He convulsed and shot two more times, and I grabbed his body close to mine to trap the cum between us. Finally he shuddered gently, released my head and pressed his lips to mine in the most natural way. We stayed this way for a while then he raised his head, looked at me, smiled and said "I guess that’s a draw" while his hand reached down for my throbbing cock. I laughed and kissed him hungrily again.

After that match, Doug and I didn’t have any more problems with each other at the gym.

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