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It had been late on a Friday evening when the resident started his work out in the building’s well-appointed gym; as it was the weekend, the gym was empty. When he was finished, despite the lateness of the hour, he headed for the sauna. He turned the lighting to a low setting and hit the start button; within a few minutes the pine-scented steam was billowing across the room as he sat back, nonchalantly opening his towel to let the warmth get to his taut, lean body. For privacy, he chose to sit in the far corner of the rectangular space, furthest from the door. 

He was a little surprised to see the door open and a man enter and sit opposite. Although the view was obscured by the hot vapor, he could see that the man was a similar age and physique, medium build, in his late thirties or forties but with black hair contrasting with his light brown. He did not recognize him and guessed that he was a visitor, a friend of a resident. The visitor moved to sit in the opposite corner, only about six feet away. While he did not invade the resident’s space, he could have chosen to sit further away nearer the door.

At first, the visitor made no acknowledgement of his presence, but there was something slow and deliberate in the way he unwrapped the towel around his waist and tossed it onto the wooden slatted bench. He remained standing for a moment, allowing the resident to glimpse his heavy, slightly tumescent cock. As he sat back, he raised one foot to place it on the bench, leaving the other on the floor, leaving his cock totally exposed.

There was a minute or two of silence as the steam cloud built and moved lazily between them. The next time the resident caught site of his fellow sauna occupant, he could see that his cock was swelling to the floor of the sauna. It had a strange effect on him; he felt a jolt of Adrenalin, and the blood start to flow into his own member. He found himself raising one of his feet onto the wooden seat, mirroring the visitor opposite, exposing himself to him, though he was still partially obscured by steam. It felt a little like he was showing him he too was a confident male. The two cocks were not merely exposed, but on display.  When the steam parted next both men were more than half-erect, and the dark haired man flexed his cock so that the resident could see the swollen purple head dip and rise. The resident looked down as his own swiftly filling cock uncoiled and rose. He tensed his cock muscles, much as he did sometimes when he was fully impaled in a woman with his cock jammed against her cervix. 

He could see that the visitor opposite had noticed his gesture because they each began making their cocks twitch. Both were now heavily erect and two sets of balls churned silently. Still no word had been spoken, though the two swollen cocks seemed to be sizing each other up, like two attack dogs. There was a definite tension, not only in the stiff poles of man meat but also between their owners. 

Rising Rivalry

Now the resident decided to take the lead. He took hold of his rod and slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft, sensing the testosterone flow as he enjoyed the primal pleasure in the tension of his large stiff rod. In response, the visitor roughly grasped his own cock and pumped it slightly faster; the increased tempo seemed to signify a certain aggression. Reacting to the gesture, the resident moved his hand even faster, signaling his readiness to match him stroke for stroke. 

Both stallions were now pumping their rods with hard, deliberate actions; there was no ambiguity now, each stud had accepted the other as a kind of rival.  Yes, their cocks were rival dogs! As the resident felt his rod fully pumped with blood, he growled softly. Opposite, the visitor rose from the sauna bench and took a step towards the center; hands on hips he jabbed his weapon at his still reclining opponent. Instinctively, the resident showed his willingness to engage by standing to face him and placing his hands behind his head, he thrust his pelvis aggressively at his rival. 

In reply, the visitor slowly placed his right index finger at the side of his purple flesh and pulled the taut flesh to the right. He let it go, reveling as the strong sinews jerked the rigid pole back to its original position; it jutted angrily toward the thick erection only a few feet away. The resident stamped a foot and pulled his cock left and right, letting it fly back to the center, demonstrating the strength of his erection. It was clear that the two men felt the urge to close the distance between them and test each other’s readiness to engage.

The Feel Out

Both men moved towards the center of the room, ending up about a foot apart, slightly off to one side. It was clear why this was the perfect position for what was to happen next; each man’s eyes were riveted to his rival’s cock as they surveyed the thick, rampant tube of flesh. They were drawn to each other by some primitive competitive urge; there was an elemental drive, like the urge to rut, stallion-to-stallion. Each was drawn to probe and test his rival’s weapon!

Slowly but deliberately, right hands moved towards the erect flesh; as if to show that they had total confidence they both tilted their pelvises, lewdly offering themselves for inspection. of swift inhalation from both men. More groans came as grips As fingers closed around the heavy cocks, there was the sound tightened, and each tested the strength and quality of his rival’s erection while pushing his hips slowly to and fro, demonstrating his willingness to submit to the questing fingers and prove his pride in his rigid man flesh. The visitor positioned his hand at the base of the resident’s prick, a finger and thumb encircling the thick base. He grunted in approval when the digits did not meet; an opponent with a girth equal to his own was the kind of challenge he relished. The resident was testing the circumference of the visitor’s huge bulbous glans, the heat and stickiness betrayed the virile arousal. 

Next, each man was cupping his rival’s heavy balls, feeling the weight as the twin sets of balls slowly turned, brewing an eruption of man juice. These were cocks that could really stretch flesh when they buried themselves deep for a lusty fuck; these were cocks that would force mouths to open wide and push deep into throats; these were balls that would spew lashings hot cum deep into a sexual partner or splash a torso or faces or hang in thick bangs from hair. For a couple of minutes they stood still and pumped each other’s cock, grunting, ostensibly to show they could take it, but failing to disguise the effect that they were having on each other. Clear man juice was leaking steadily from their rods and they were now totally erect; each was at around a 60 degree angle, responding to the firm hands that rhythmically jerked up and down the fully extended shafts.  

It was so hypnotic that they could have stayed like that, pumping and grunting until each cock spat its load, firing off in opposite directions, splashing the pine floor of the sauna. No, that was not what they wanted, real cock rivals needed something more direct – they needed to go cock-to-cock, flesh-on-flesh!

Flesh-on-Flesh

Simultaneously they both took a step towards each other and stopped with their glans side-by-side and about an inch apart. Gradually the two turned their hips so as to bring their man meat in contact; the huge, bulbous helmets touched then pressed and locked; each lance bent against the other until there was no more give. Then they stood like that, pushing the rods so hard, that they looked as though they might snap. Below the thick eight-inchers, heavy balls churned; both men were as hard as hung stallions can be. However, the unspoken aim was not to break cocks, but to spill cream, so the lesser cock would go limp. 

After they had proved that their fleshy weapons were equally matched, the visitor took a step backward. Opposite, mirroring the resident’s earlier pose, he placed his hands behind his head. Tilting his pelvis, he twitched his prick, and pushed it high. It was clear he was inviting his opponent to test him. Slightly dropping his hips, the resident levelled his cock with the bulb of the visitor’s shaft; pushing forward he nudged his purple head against the thick base and slowly worked it along the length. Gritting his teeth he pushed and probed, enjoying the sensation of the warmth; he noted how little give there was in the visitor’s cock.

The most intense sensation came when the tip of his cockhead probed where the visitor’s purple flesh met the shaft. The resident rolled his hips slightly pushing as though he could coax the cum out of his rival. Both men softly drew in their breath in acknowledgement of the extreme sensitivity and sensual arousal of the contact. The sensation only heightened as the resident reamed the tip of his cock up under the rim of the visitor’s helmet, bringing their two spurting slits against each other. His rival pushed down against the up thrust; the two meat poles trembled with the intense pressure as the resident’ head forced itself tip-to tip. They both pushed against each other, making the two soft slits glisten with clear pre-cum as the shafts reared between them, almost pointing straight up. 

The expected move would be for the resident to offer his cock to be probed by his rival, but the proximity of the two cocks set loose a jet of testosterone in each man. Suddenly, they were crossing cocks, humping the battle-ready clubs against each other; the visitor moved back and immediately they were slashing and stabbing, the swollen purple skin clashing as their heavy ball sacks swung beneath the impressive thickness of the base of their rampant tools. The fight lust was starting to take hold…yet instinctively they knew that controlling the pace of combat was the way to test these two well-matched weapons. However, the resident had yet to submit to a cock-probe.

Raising his hand to indicate a request for a halt to hostilities, the resident then stepped back and pushed his cock high, indicating that he was now ready for the visitor to probe his prick. The visitor positioned his cockhead next to the resident’s; he slowly inched it so close that each man could the heat of the other’s purple meat. The visitor flexed it, like cocking a bicep to display virility. He then pushed forward until they were tip to tip. Then, he slid his cock round the left side of the resident’ head and ran the shaft to its midpoint. Gradually he twisted his hips so the two pricks were testing themselves. 

The resident’s cock was forced to give until he tensed against the pressure; his rival then bought the two heads back into full contact with the result that the two heads slipped against each other because of the copious lubrication of their pre-cum.  The visitor moved his shaft to the other side in order to press the resident’s prick in the other direction. Locked side to side, the cocks were testing each other’s tensile strength; the stiffness of the shafts and the leaking fluid betrayed how aroused they both were by the struggle. 

The visitor relaxed the pressure, and lowering his weapon slightly he centered in on the resident’s undershaft at the thick base. In a firm, slow movement he reamed his along the full length of the resident cock. When he reached the collar he jabbed upwards, forcing a prominent bead of clear liquid from the resident’ spurt slit. He growled, showing pride in the efficacy of his probing technique and his knowledge of how to work a cock. 

The heat of the sauna was now oppressive as they stood slowly grinding the two tips from side to side; the friction of the swollen and sensitive meat had reduced to near zero, as the flesh, lubricated generously by the oozing man juices that now emanated from their battle rods. They were ready for the next stage on their contest. The resident knew where he wanted to take it…

The Workout Bench

The resident opened the door to the sauna and disappeared around the corner. As it was now very late, someone had turned off all the lights in the gym, off but the street lighting and the full moon lent a pale illumination to the dark contest about to take place. Good, they would not be disturbed! Against one wall was a padded leather bench about four feet long and a couple of feet high; the resident pulled it through the door to sit the middle of the sauna. Straddling it, he facing the visitor he stroked his rod in a provocative way; it was a definite challenge. 

Slowly, the visitor approached, and spotting something at his end of the bench, he bent to pick it up. It was a pair of plain black elasticated hairbands that had been left or dropped; they were only a few inches in circumference. He threaded them onto his right hand middle finger; he betrayed nothing but the resident realized their potential significance. With slow deliberateness, the resident lowered himself onto the bench; putting his left arm behind him he supported himself on the flats of his hand. His obscenely erect weapon now jutted up at around 75 degrees in direct challenge to the visitor, the resident slowly pumped it in a quiet challenge.

The visitor took his own rod in hand. In turn, he lowered himself onto the back leather in a similar pose, supporting himself with his left hand. The head of his cock was now one inch away from the resident’s purple meat. Each could sense the heat of the other’s swollen glans, the slits glistened with pre-cum. The visitor then draped his right leg over the resident’s left leg and waited for him to copy the move which he did, slowly and deliberately. The two cocks reared up at each other in the male flesh surrounded fighting pit, as each man’s right hand took hold of his rod. The hairbands were now looped around the visitor’s little finger.

The heat of the sauna meant both men were running with sweat, and both were staring intently at the livid purple flesh of their cock heads, also shiny, but from a different fluid. It looked as if the twin poles were locked in a stare down, rearing like chained dogs ready to tear into each other. The resident flexed his cock to show his control, the visitor responded in like manner so that the heads bobbed and nodded at each other, as though straining to tangle. Slowly each man rubbed his hand up and down along the length. They bought the two cocks even closer, so that the tension of the proximity of their bulging man meat was extremely intense.

Maintaining the silence, the resident took the athletics wristband he had been wearing from his left hand and doubled it into a figure of eight, halving its circumference. Presciently, the visitor pushed his cock upward to receive his loop over his glans, their balls touched. The resident fitted pulled the second loop over his own cock; he then eased the band down until it tugged the bulbous bases of their cocks against each other and their balls were touching. Their shafts were now pressed underside to underside and the tips level, slit to slit, pre-cum glazing both the head and the area below. 

Instinctively the men gently rolled their hips, working their battle cocks against each other. Secured at the base, there was more play higher up as the purple flesh bobbed and nodded against each other. At this point, the visitor looped the hairband around the fingers of his right hand as the resident grasped the conjoined shafts and squeezed them together. The visitor then brought the band down over the two heads, letting it tighten half way up their seven inch monsters. Higher up the twin shaft, he added the band second, letting it tighten just below the collar, locking the purple flesh of each cock tip to tip. 

The “total contact” brought gasps and grunts from the two cock warriors as they worked their engorged man meat against each other. Supporting themselves on the flats of their hands they were able to move in such a way that the jousting poles were constantly testing themselves. The tension was electric, they were both aroused at the thought of going at it to a finish. They started to pull and push, testing the power of each other’s poles. Each man instinctively bared his teeth, sucking in breath through clenched teeth; they were displaying a specific kind of male aggression. 

The cock warriors started to roll their hips a little faster and the movement became more agitated. They were driven by powerful instincts to jam their cocks together, to push and jostle for dominance, to display who had the best cock. The cock that stayed hard; the cock that stood proud and defiant against his rival; the cock that would force his rival to lose its seed and to empty his rival’s balls! A cock that could fight and fuck after his rival spewed his cum and was shrinking in defeat. They knew that it was time to go cock-to-cock – to a finish. 

Immediately, they started to flex themselves, thrusting gently up or rolling their hips so that there was a continuous tugging, pushing and pulling of the two bound cocks. Occasionally one would lift himself higher and force his rival’s cock to follow. The restraint of the first phase started to give way to guttural grunts and groans as the cocks played against each other. Their balls grazed against each other as the flow of clear fluid started to cloud, signs of the sperm deluge that they knew at least one would unleash.

Both men was enraptured watching the two erections locked in a dance of dominance, bobbing and jabbing; two pricks jockeying for position. For a few minutes they indulged in really vicious tugging and pulling; each man showing the other that his cock could give it and take it. The hair band bindings secured below the purple meat, and the wrist band at the base, were constantly stretching and contracting as the cocks worked. The bindings kept battling meat in constant head on contact. Both men grunts as our shafts jerked back and forth in their elastic restraints, the purple heads butting against each other from time to time. Both sets of balls rolled back and forth against each other; busy brewing a slew of hot come to jet into the space between the two torsos. 

The visitor, using his hands pressed flat behind him on the bench to lever himself, suddenly raised himself from the bench yanking the resident with him, the pricks were now locked pointing almost straight up. Their cocks were in combat communion, the ultimate between rival studs, who would last longest and who had the most juice. Any final trace of inhibition was shed and they rolled and ground, suppressed snarling and groaning sounds emerged as they kept on pushing their bone hard fuck-meat into each other. 

Roar of Victory

Sound was becoming a core part of battle. The guttural grunting betrayed how aroused the two men were. There was suddenly an urgency as they sensed the effect they were having on each other. Each stallion had to really control himself; the natural desire to let loose the huge load each had been brewing, required them fight their own urges as they tried to trigger each other’s orgasm. It was a choice between restraint and going all out to make his rival spurt first. Both men chose the latter option! Two sets of balls were now tightening, tensing to shoot their heavy wads; both rods were now steel hard; each was fully aware of the other’s advanced state of arousal. The grunts turned to growls as they worked the twin cocks harder and faster; the purple heads nodded vigorously up and down against each other, discharging a cloudy stream as the testosterone fueled friction infused semen into the pre-cum. 

The deep grunts and growls fueled the impending crisis. Each man knew he was on the edge; even as their hands worked the two shafts, they took it turns to jab their man meat at each other, every thrust punctuated by a staccato groan. A series of guttural cries followed as they pumped each other ever more frantically. Each man’s groans both excited his rival into a frenzy and brought his own ejaculation closer.

Suddenly, the resident let out a deep moan, the visitor instinctively sensed it was time to press his advantage, stabbing his rod upwards sharply, four, five, six, seven times. His cock was more swollen than he could remember and he looked down he saw the tip of the visitor’s cock pressing his, semen streaked fluid leaked from both poles. There was no holding it back, the resident’s cock, flexed and jerked. The visitor felt it, and pushed his cock in close to his rival. He was rewarded when he felt the bulb of the resident’s shaft contract violently, once, twice and three times.

Combining a groan of lust with a growl of frustration, the first long loop of burst from the resident’s rampant rod and slashed a white line across the visitor’s torso. A second spume flailed up splashing both men and hanging in a bang between them.   The third exploded in a shower out to both sides and coating the head of both cocks. Still groaning with the power as each further contraction sent more come from his huge reservoir.  The stunning ferocity of his climax had a powerful effect on his rival. 

The visitor felt the convulsive contractions at the base of the resident’s cock as more and more of the thick man cream surged up the distended shaft; the pulsing throb of the rival's rod was pushing him over the edge. The visitor knew he could not fight it any longer, he was going to spurt! With a deep-throated groan, his felt cock jolt ferociously as his own man juice, started to jet up his iron-hard shaft! The resident, sensed the violent spasm and heard the sound of a man about to spew his load. Snarling, he feverishly pumped the twin rods, roaring as he felt his rival’s cock violently contract a second, third and fourth time. A second later, the first rope of the visitor’s man juice exploded over his six-pack, and then sent a torrent of warm pearls left and right to spatter on the wooden slats. 

The visitor’s right hand kept pace with the resident’s, closing tightly to work the twin shaft; both hands continue to vigorously pump the melded cocks. The visitor roared like a stud stallion as the jets of white come spat from his balls. Both men were growling with a frenzy of lust, stags in full rut, as spurt after spurt flew from them, their balls as they worked furiously as to empty each other. The lusty moans continued as they pumped and pumped, driven by a primal urge to pull every last drop from deep in the core of his rival’s virility…  

Consequences for Losing

The resident was the loser and was now forced to lick up all of the spilled semen from both cocks. He then was forced to suck the victor's cock. Soon the soft cock became hard again and after several minutes the visitor’s cock was ready to explode again. Holding the resident’s head he forced him to continue to suck his cock and finally after a couple of more minutes he shot another load down the throat of his rival. 

Man to man, cock to cock they both proved themselves in a combat rut…the dark primitive urge to compete like men that has to be satisfied, time and time again. They would meet again. There was more cum to be spilled!