Tom was beginning to shake all over as he stood in darkness on the deserted street corner. He knew it was due partly to not dressing more warmly on a cold, December night in Silicon Valley. Vanity rather than common sense had dictated his apparel: tight T-shirt and trousers with only a light-weight wind-breaker. He always chose clothes to reveal his well-chiseled physique. He invested hours every week with weights at the gym to build an alluring torso, and he'd be damned if he'd hide it, whatever the temperature! But the cold, moist air was not the only reason for Tom's quivering. A week earlier he'd seen a personal ad in The Advocate that caught his attention: "GWM, 22yrs, rock-hard- body WRESTLER seeks twin for submission bout. Call "Mark" @ 555-4682 if you dare!" Months of checking out "Personals" in gay magazines had paid off! But it was the last three words "if you dare" that got his juices flowing. It was an arrogant challenge, and it excited Tom to think how great it would feel to destroy this kid's cockiness. Their telephone conversation introduced an element of doubt in Tom. After days of phone tag they finally connected earlier that evening. To Tom's surprise there was no trace of arrogance in Mark's voice or vocabulary. In fact, Mark came across as quite a pleasant fellow. As they traded information Mark matter-of-factly described himself as 5' l0", l70lbs, in good shape from his longshoreman's job up north in San Francisco. Tom had added a few pounds of muscle since college graduation six months earlier, so they WERE twins in height, weight and age! "What's this 'if you dare' all about?" Tom finally asked. Mark began to chuckle. "Oh that! I wasn't sure whether to add that or not. It's just that I want a tough, hard-fought bout, no fantasy number with a scrawny wimp. I only enjoy a serious struggle with a well-built guy who's going to give it his all." "So, you lettered on your wrestling team in college?" "No, Tom, I never got to attend college. I've been on the docks since high school. And my high school didn't have a wrestling team. I've just always liked rasslin' around hard with my buddies. Sometimes after unloading a freighter a few of the guys and I will go at it in a warehouse. We're all pretty strong and our tussles can get very competitive. You wrestle in college?" "Nope. Like you, just impromptu matches with a couple of my buddies. No rules, no special gear, just rowdy rough-n-tumbles until one cried 'Uncle!' and had to do the biding the winner chose. There was a pregnant pause in the conversation, followed by Mark's question, "When you say rowdy, Tom, are you talking rough-housing or are you hinting more brutal stuff like eye-gouging and bone-breaking? Will one or the other of us wind up in the hospital after our match?" "Look, Mark, it's like this. I've only wrestled with two guys over the last couple of years. I've wrestled with each of them many times. And in all our matches we like to use certain dirty tactics that sexually stimulate us. We squeeze but don't hit or kick our opponent's balls. We choke, but don't strangle, each other. No matter how forcefully I'm applying a hammerlock to try for the submission, I would never break the arm of either of my friends. We apply maximum pain to each other because it brings us maximum pleasure! For us, it's a form of love-making, and when our tactics get really dirty the sexual arousal is overwhelming. I don't think this is what you had in mind, so I guess we'd just better wish each other well and go our separate ways." "Not so fast, Tom, not so fast! Why do you think I put my ad in The Advocate? You've been having the kind of matches I want to have, but haven't been able to. I think you're exactly the opponent I was hoping would call. We can wrestle at my place, tonight if you like. How about it?" "My car's in the shop. It'll have to be another night." "Okay, I'll drive down, pick you up, and bring you to my place. Not getting cold feet, are you?" Tom thought for a moment. Hell, why was he hesitating? His first wrestling experience had been with his fraternity brother. And Erich he'd met in class before they'd gone off to the mountains for their first rough-n-tumble. It's because Mark's a total stranger, a disembodied voice on the phone. But wasn't that the basis of his initial sexual urges, the excitement of the unknown? This mental wrestling was proving to be more painful than any physical wrestling he'd ever done! "Well?" asked Mark. "Okay, you got a date, uh, a mean match." Tom gave Mark directions to a corner nearby his apartment. And an hour later he was standing in the dark, shaking like a leaf. He began to figure out the basis for his concern. He was a "control freak" who'd put himself in a situation in which he'd lost the element of control. His balls more than his brain had made the decision to be out there. As this truth was flooding through his mind, he heard a car's horn honk. "Get in, Tom. You must be freezing out there." As Mark pulled out into traffic, he and Tom began to immediately take stock of each other. And the smile that formed on both faces showed that neither was disappointed! Tom's Italian-American background gave him a complexion just a bit darker than Mark, whose brown eyes and hair and facial angularity suggested English or Irish stock. Mark's firmly muscled neck was a good indication of his build, and it appeared that Mark was sprouting a raging hard-on in his crotch! In the few minutes it took for Tom to warm up he'd produced a matching boner of his own. In the sixty-minute drive back to Mark's home the two exchanged idle conversation, curiously both of them avoiding any reference to their eminent bout. But their mutual visual stimulation and shared wonder of what lay ahead kept them both fully hard, the sexual tension mounting mile by mile. Once Mark had brought Tom inside his home, outer garments were soon removed. And the two men stood back for a more detailed inspection. Mark's short-sleeved shirt revealed arms several inches larger than Tom's, leading to Tom's simultaneous heightened anxiety and sexual arousal. Tom's near-perfect V-shaped figure was doing the same for the erection throbbing in Mark's pants. Without a word Mark led Tom to a back room, which stood bare of furniture and was piled with several layers of blankets atop wall-to-wall carpet. "I hope this will do," Mark said. "Looks fine to me, " replied Tom. As Mark began to remove his shirt, Tom stood motionless, watching. With his shirt removed Mark revealed the most well-developed upper body that Tom had ever beheld! And, he thought, I'm in WAY over my head!! As Mark bent down to pull off shoes and socks, Tom marveled at the rippling effect it produced on his soon-to-be opponent's arms. Holy shit! He's going to DESTROY me!! Mark turned to face Tom, bare-foot but still wearing his pants. "Are you going to wrestle in all those clothes, Tom?" Embarrassed from his obvious staring, Tom quickly stripped down to his pants and turned to face Mark. He asked if Mark wouldn't be more comfortable wrestling without trousers. And he detected some hesitation on Mark's part. Modesty, he wondered? "I don't wear underpants" "So, let's strip naked and have the kind of match I think we both want." As each man pulled down his pants, Tom quickly saw two things that pleased him. First, Mark had a gorgeous piece of meat, made all the more attractive by its current firmness. But second, Mark's legs were not nearly as developed as his upper body. As Mark looked at Tom's awesomely muscled thighs, each man realized that they possessed relative strengths in the combat that lay ahead. And now they were ready for a match of equals. "Now, about the rules," Mark began. "Look, Mark, let's keep it simple. Nothing allowed that's likely to produce injury. Everything is allowed that's likely to produce pain and suffering. Pins count for nothing, only the submission by the loser to the winner. Okay?" "And what does the winner win?" Mark asked. "Let's wait to find out!" Mark walked to the door, which he left open, and flicked off the overhead light. Their arena was now illuminated only by light from the hallway. It added a sense of mystery to what lay ahead, and Tom nodded his approval. The two men then cautiously approached each other. Both moved with a grace that seemed almost cat-like: a cheetah or panther's movement. As they circled one another the erotic overtones had made their respective organs so hard they, too, stood and faced each other. Mark rushed Tom and grabbed him in a side headlock. Tom immediately felt the awesome power of Mark's arms, twisting and tightening his head into a vice-like grip. Mark made no attempt to take Tom to the ground, but continued to work his headlock, keeping Tom bent over at the waist. Tom's arms flailed, trying to grab at something, any part of Mark's body. Finally, after minutes of this torture, Tom's left hand found Mark's balls, and he squeezed them with just enough pressure to feel Mark's hold weaken. Quickly freeing his head but keeping hold of Mark's nuts, he tripped Mark and drove him to the floor, wrapping his legs around Mark's chest as they went down. Now it was Mark's turn to experience the pain of Tom's powerful scissors. And Tom squeezed his legs together with all the strength he could employ. It's effect showed in the pained expression he could see on Mark's face. Mark tried frantically to pull Tom's feet apart, but to no effect. Tom's grin of satisfaction told it all: his wrenching scissors on Mark's torso was having its effect of pain and more pain! It was after several minutes of failure to break Tom's scissors that Mark finally decided it was time for him to get dirty. He grabbed Tom's balls in a grip far greater than Tom had grabbed Mark's. The suddenness and severity of the move startled Tom, and Mark freed his body from Tom's gripping legs. Both rolled apart and quickly stood, rushed each other, and grabbed at bear hugs. As their arms interlaced, and both began to squeeze, Tom quickly saw he was going to lose in this contest. Letting go of his bear hug on Mark, but with one arm still trapped between their bodies, Tom reached up and yanked on Mark's hair. Mark tightened his bear hug on Tom, so strongly that he thought he heard Tom whimper. So he tightened it more! For a split second Mark loosened his bear hug in an effort to retighten it and thus add to Tom's pain. But in that split second, Tom pulled his trapped-arm free and now used both hands to pull at Mark's hair. And so commenced a battle of pain. The harder Tom yanked at Mark's hair, the harder Tom tightened his bear hug. As Mark's arms and Tom's hands punished their opponent, their identical height was driving their crotches into a frenzied groin match. They began to drive their hips more forcefully into each other, while inflicting more pain higher up. Two minutes. Three. Four! FIVE MINUTES this contest raged on. They could see each other's face throughout this ordeal, and both wore an expression of pain mixed with erotic pleasure. Neither would give up and both knew why. Neither the bear hug nor the hair-pulling would determine victory. IT HAD BECOME A COCK FIGHT! As each ground his hardened meat into the other, the pleasure-cum-pain reached unimaginable heights. Harder and harder their pulsating manhoods fought. Tom knew what he had to do. The "dirtiest trick" of all. With his hands still in Mark's hair, he pulled Mark's face to him and kissed him!! It took mere seconds for Mark to climax, and he began to cum and cum and cum, soaking their groins, running down both their legs. As Mark's hold on Tom quickly weakened, Tom easily pushed Mark to the floor, landed on top of him, released Mark's hair, and quickly found Mark's lips once more. And as they both mutually, passionately kissed the other, it was Tom's turn to shoot his rock's off!! Several minutes passed as each held the other in a silent embrace. "I guess you won, Tom," Mark finally said. "I didn't hear you cry 'Uncle', Mark," Tom replied. "Still, that kiss of yours drove me to shoot my rocks off first. You won, I lost. You can claim your victory price. I'm yours to do with as you wish." "Okay, Mark, if that's the way you see it. My price is this: after a few more minutes of embracing, we wrestle a second round, then a third, a fourth. We keep wrestling, trying every hold, every punishment we can think of to see WHO CAN CUM THE MOST TIMES! And that will determine the final champ. That's my price." Soon Tom and Mark were hard at it again. In the second round it was Mark's arms of steel that early secured a full nelson on Tom, and Tom's chin was forced against his chest so painfully that tears of pain (and pleasure) began to well up in his eyes. Mark knew Tom's neck was not going to break, and now that he knew how much Tom got off on the pain, his arms increased the force of the hold, tighter and yet tighter still! Tom's attempts to trip Mark only resulted in them both heading to the floor with Mark firmly atop his gorgeous adversary. The resultant position saw Mark's erection nestled comfortably in Tom's ass cheeks. So as the pain of the full nelson combined with Mark's increasing humping of Tom, Tom's own hard-on was being driven into the floor. Tom was no weakling, but struggle as he might he could not break Mark's hold. Yet he wouldn't, couldn't give in. Five minutes, TEN MINUTES! Mark wondered that Tom's threshold of pain was so high. Basic humanity momentarily led Mark to consider releasing Tom without Tom's cry of concession. But Mark knew as well that Tom's pride would not have it resolve in that way. Nearing FIFTEEN MINUTES it finally came. "I GIVE! I GIVE! YOU WIN!!" Tom cried. And with those few words, Mark instantly released Tom, gently massaging the same parts of Tom's anatomy which moments before he had manipulated so brutally. His loving concern touched Tom profoundly. Tom rolled over and in great pain pulled himself up to meet Mark's lips. And so began kissing more passionate than that which had followed round one. In minutes their fondling had once again produced mutual ejaculation. Followed by a bit longer rest. When daybreak came six hours after their contest had begun, both had cum five times. As they finally fell into deep sleep, their smiles spoke the satisfaction that they were equals. Neither man had lost, both had won. And that night began a relationship that was to last for several years.
