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Over the years, many college boys had rented the former carriage house behind my old house since I had converted it to an apartment for university students nearby. Todd and his friend Jason were typical of the macho, all-man type college students who prided themselves on their masculinity and were always jostling with each other over who could be more macho. I would see them shoulder punching each other and saying the typical things like . . . "Yeah, I can take ya easy." I got used to the competition between the boys and accepted it as part of the way they got along. There was never any animosity between them. . . only a good-natured competition. Both of these college boys had great bodies. . . strong and athletic. Todd was the taller one with dark hair and Jason was shorter and had reddish brown hair. Because they had free use of my pool, I got many opportunities to see them nearly naked in wet suits and realized they were healthy young college boys with more energy than they needed. Since I love cooking for the boys who rent my carriage house, I would often fix food on the grill outside and watch them eat like starved hounds. One evening, near sunset, Jason and Todd had wolfed down some hamburgers and were doing the usual jostling while I was washing dishes at the window overlooking the pool. The usual jostling turned into a wrestling match. Jason the shorter one had Todd in a bear hug, but Todd being tall was able to turn around and get one arm under Jason's leg and flipped him onto his back in the grass. Jason always wore the thin running shorts with the side slit up high, so as Todd pulled hard on his leg. . . his cock and balls fell out exposing them fully. I noted that he was rock-hard. Jason, managed to squirm his way free from that hold and in tugging at Todd, Todd's long baggy shorts got pulled about half way off his butt exposing most of it to my view. I felt sure the match would end soon, but neither boy was willing to give up. . . the more they wrestled, the further Todd's baggy shorts went down his legs and Jason's thin running shorts ended up getting ripped and fell onto one leg. I stood there fascinated at this seemingly endless battle of the wills. Finally they both ended up falling back on to their backs in the grass gasping for breath and laughing loudly with what little breath they had left. Both were sporting full erections and didn’t seem to mind or notice they were essentially nude except for little garments not covering what they should. I chose then to walk out back as they flopped on their backs and applaud them. They loved that. . . . . . I proclaimed them both winners and said that the winners get a cold beer as the prize and went back inside to fetch them each a cold beer. When I got back outside. . . Jason had what was left of his running shorts pulled back up and was holding it with one hand and laughing and Todd had his baggy shorts around his knees and was twisted attempting to look at his butt and saying, " I got a grass-burn on my ass ( he did. . . it was a bright one) and he was laughing. I told the boys, "The next time ya decide to do this. . . . . . it has gotta be Greek. . . full nude. . . and I will referee the match." No joke. . . . . . .about two weeks later they appeared at my door and said, " Match-time". To compress information and save time. . . it ended up a draw. . . .or should I say a 69. . . both boys got beer that night and I got the show of my life.