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Sam and Jon stood face to face in the middle of the room. Hot and sweaty. Cocks hard through their boxers. The floor surrounded in crap that had fallen during the fight and pieces of ripped denim.  They said nothing for what seemed like an age. 

‘Well I guess that was a draw’ Jon finally spoke.  ‘well if the aim was to get each other almost naked then yeah. I’m sorry about your jeans.’ Sam said.  ‘Yeah me too. I loved those. Mind you you got as good as you gave!’ John replied.  They stood admiring each others bodies. Jon’s pale and muscular with very little hair. Sam had more hair, was slightly darker and less muscle. They were about the same height.  Jon pulled off his boxers silently and his cock sprang free standing erect. silently Sam did the same. They said nothing. Sam reached out and gently stroked Jon’s hard cock. ‘Mmmmm mate’ Jon murmured. Jon did the same to Sam who smiled and closed his eyes.  ‘I had no idea you …’Sam stopped Jon from saying anymore and pulled him forwards. They were cock to cock feeling each others pulsating meat. ‘I’ve been horny since we watched that fight’ Sam said. ‘ I know. Me too’.  ‘ I was so hard earlier.  I almost couldn’t contain it’ Jon said as looked into Sams eyes.  ‘Yeah I spotted that bulge in your jeans’ Sam replied.  

Suddenly with no warning Sam pushed Jon backwards so he lost balance and landed on the floor. Sam went down too and Jon thought they were gonna fight again but that wasn’t Sams plan.  He rolled him onto his back and began rubbing his cock using a piece of the shredded jeans.   Jon’s Pre cum made it wet and sticky.  ‘I think we need something to help us along’ said Sam and got up and quickly went out and returned with a bottle of baby oil.  He poured some into Jon’s stomach and around his cock and balls and slowly massaged it in. Then leaning over he kissed him. A deep long kiss. Jon murmured something and kissed him back. 

‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to you’ he said.  ‘Oh babe me too’ Jon responded.  As they kissed they slowly rubbed oil over each others bodies and cocks wiping the excess off with the torn up denim. Jon sat up against a chair. Sam sat next to him their legs intertwined.  Slowly they began to wank each other off. Gently. Still touching and kissing. Feeling each other. Saying nothing but sighing and murmuring.  ‘Oh fuck man I’m gonna cum’ said Sam ‘me too babe’ said Jon.  ‘Come on baby.  Cmon. Cum over me’  They both came together. And both shot good heavy loads of sticky warm jizz onto each others bodies.  They sat there in each others arms. Kissing, holding each other. Neither had expected any of this at the start of the day

Guess I’ll need to buy some new jeans’ said Jon picking up bits of his and Sams old ones and wiping the excess cum off each other. ‘yeah I guess we both will’ said Sam. ‘but let’s not wear our new ones to the next fight we go and watch. I can’t afford to replace them every time!’  The laughed and held each other both very content with the outcome of the day. 

The End

By the time the guys had made it home they’d planned their fight.  It was going to be an anything goes match. Fighting in what they were already wearing. Bit like the streetfight match they’d seen but without the weapons ‘I don’t have enough furniture for you to break it over my head ‘ Sam laughed.  ‘nah I don’t wanna hurt you. I just wanna win’ Jon retorted.  

Neither guy had any experience of wrestling. Nor had they mats or a ring. they’d agreed they could throw punches but not to the face or groin. Aside from that they didn’t really know what else to suggest.  They’d already agreed to keep their clothes on ‘although I guess it’ll get hot with us both in jeans’ Jon said.  Sam suggested they fought like that but could strip to boxers if it got too much. Jon agreed.  

by the time they walked through the door they were were ready. before Jon had taken his jacket off Sam had moved the coffee table out of the centre of the lounge and was standing facing Jon fists up. Jon took his coat off and threw it on the floor.  They circled each other.  ‘Reckon you can take me mate’ Sam snorted.  ‘anytime bud’ Jon replied.  they threw a few punches but nothing landed.  Then they clinched up and before they knew it they were rolling around on the floor. Grabbing each others clothes. Grappling. Snorting abuse at each other.  As they fought they kicked stuff out of the way in the room to make room. Jon pulled Sam up and got him in a headlock as they danced into furniture and bits and pieces knocking them over. They punched.  They kicked.  Jon grabbed at Sams shirt and ripped it half off. They stopped.  Breathing heavily. ‘So you wanna fight dirty do you ‘ Sam shouted. ‘fuck I do ‘ replied Jon. Sam grabbed Jon’s t shirt and ripped it off him. they stood there. Just in jeans. Trainers had long been kicked off.  ‘ha now we’re fighting like those guys earlier’ Sam said.  ‘Yeah maybe we are  but I’m gonna rip those jeans off you too’ Jon said.  He lunged at Sam and knocked him into a chair. as they fought they both tried to grab each others jeans but couldn’t get them to come off.  Earlier on Sam had noticed a small rip in the pocket of Jon’s Levi’s. he grabbed it and pulled and pulled.  The denim ripped leaving a hole showing the top of his boxers. ‘Fuck you mate, these are my favourite jeans’. ‘well they were ‘ Sam laughed.  At this point Jon saw red.  He ran at Sam and the two of them rolled and rolled around the floor. Pulling at hair, skin, what was left of their clothes.  They punched (or tried to). ‘I’m gonna get these off you! ‘Jon said but Sams jeans were too tight and he couldn’t get a decent grip.  Eventually Sam got up and moved more into the centre of the room. As he did Jon grabbed the back pocket and managed to create a tear big enough to get his hands into. ‘What the fuck’ Sam said. The two guys stood opposite each other.  saying nothing they just grabbed at each others jeans and slowly rip by rip shredded them as best they could.  Finally both guys steppped out of what was left of them and tossed them aside.  the floor was strewn with bits of torn denim. they stood facing each other in just their boxers. Out of breath. messed up. Smiling at each other they looked down at each others boners. Maybe this wasn’t quite over yet. 

To be continued. …