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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.