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Like all boys growing up I enjoyed my share of scuffles with friends. I remember having several fights with my best pal Danny. Danny and I lived across the street from each other. We always had good times roughing each other up. But it wasn’t until I was in High School that it came to me that fighting was fun & exciting. Matching up against another guy to see if you could win a fight. The first time I knew that fighting was stimulating to me was when I was about 17. I was in my last year of HS. I lived with my parents still but I lived in their in-law apartment downstairs from the main house. Our neighbors around the corner from us had just fostered a teen. His name was Victor. He was a bit of a bad seed. He was on his last chance foster home. I was home alone on weekend. My set up in my in-law was perfect for fighting rendezvous. You walked in there was an in-law kitchen, to the left was the washroom, you entered down into a sitting room and then to the right was the bedroom. You went out of the in-law to the yard. One day I was out in the yard and I noticed that Victor was standing out side his house. I decided to take a little neighborhood walk. My walk just took me around the corner in front of Victor. I casually walked up to him and introduced myself. He then reciprocated with “hello I’m Victor”.  We chatted for a bit about kid stuff school, friends, hobbies and parents. We chatted for about 45 minutes. I then asked him if he would like to meet me the next day for a neighborhood tour. I went back home and anticipated his visit the next day. Sunday arrived and Victor showed up around 1:30 PM.  I asked him in. He walked in my in-law. “What a great set-up”. He said. “Yeah my parents let me move down here once I started HS”. I replied. Victor & I continued our chat from the day before. It was a bit more personal from the previous chat. I learned that Victor was on his “last chance” foster home. He would often get into trouble at school, and at home. The usual adolescent stuff. Shoplifting, Mischief, Vandalism, and Fighting was part of his rep. He told me that he would get into a lot of fights with other teens he lived with. That’s why the councilors that had his case placed him with an older couple without other teens in the house. But he was bored. We chatted on for about an hour. I thought I was the one who was setting a trap. But it turned out that Victor had something in mind from our first encounter. “What about you”? Victor asked. What’s your story”? I replied “What do you mean”? “I don’t have very much of a story”. I replied. “Just a teen like you”. Victor laughed. Victor then got up and walked around the place. “Oh I see you have a bedroom”. Victor said. “Yeah so what”.  I snapped back. “You know I didn’t come over here just to chat” Victor sneared. “What did you come over for”? I angrily snapped back. “I know that little meeting yesterday wasn’t a welcome to the neighborhood chat”. “You were sizing me up”! Victor exclaimed”.  “You want to fight The New Kid on the block”! “What”? I answered. “You’re not fooling anyone”. “You came over to size me up to see if I was into your kind of play”. “Here I am”! Let’s do this”! Victor roared. Victor was Latino like me. About 5”7’ 160#’s 17. I was 5’7” 165#’s. We then both fixed up my room like a fight room. The anticipation was exhilarating. I felt a excitement like never before. I was about to enter combat with another like minded teen. We were both excited for the fight. We decided on three minute rounds. Set a kitchen timer. The first round started we lunged at each other into a test of strength. We threw punches. The fight was on! Fighting around the room we held each other up against the wall flailing punches at each other. Some knees and kicks flew to the stomach area. Ground fighting ensued with some submission holds. We fought in Jeans and tees. The tees were ripped beyond repair but the jeans stayed in tact. Blows to the body were open game. No blows to the face. We didn’t want our parents to see any bruised faces or black eyes. Back and forth we went for an hour. It was exhilarating. We finally ended the fight in 10 rounds of back and forth fighting, wrestling, and horsing around. 6 to 4 in my favor but I think two of those rounds that I won were given to me when Victor tapped out. I believe he gave in, so that I would invite him over for some more fun. “Man that was The Best Fight I’ve had in a long time”. Victor told me. He hadn’t be placed in a foster home with other kids for about 2 years. He told me that he knew what I wanted and that he was eagerly to oblige. Victor and I fought each other on a regular basis until I went off to college. We never became good friends. We were more like rivals. We wanted to keep it that way so that each time we fought it would be intense. Not like two buds just fooling around and rough housing. More like two guys meeting for a fight. To this day I enjoy a good tussle and it’s thank to that friendenemyship that I had with Victor.

PS: A few men have asked me is this a real story or fiction. This is definitely a true story that happened when both Victor & I were 17. Continued on ‘till we were 18. We would get together regularly to fight each other.

As a big man I don't get into very many matches. A lot of men are looking for toned hotties. Don't get me wrong. Hotties of all ages get my fighting juices going. I just don't get many chances to wrestle with them. But that doesn't stop me from fantasizing about wrestling a lot of hot men of all ages. When I'm at The Gym I check out guys and fantasize about wrestling with them. Meet them after a workout and find a secluded place to throw down. Another fantasy I have is while shopping another man and I bump into each other on purpose. We exchange words and find out we like to fight. So, we walk to our cars. We agree on a meeting place where no one can break us up. We drive to the agreed location and start to brawl. I often have theses fantasies and imaginaries. While shopping, at the gym, at restaurants, driving, even just walking on the streets I see men that I would like to wrestle with. I guess it all started in HS. I always saw guys in HS that I wanted to brawl with. Had a couple of fights. Even as a teen in my neighborhood I instigated a couple of fights with other neighborhood teens. And here I am all these years later, and I still enjoy a good battle.