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Tom had been driving since daybreak, and the sun was now beating down on his bronzed torso. There was nothing in life he loved more than headin' out on the open road in his '66 Mustang convertible, tunes in his cassette player, sunshine and smokes. He'd been a Marlboro Red man since he'd started smokin' his senior year in high school four years ago. Of course, these trips out in the Sierra foothills did take on an added dimension when he'd encounter a hunky hitchhiker. Tom hadn't seen a soul on the road for the last hour. Nor had he seen a store of any sort, and he was down to his last three cigs. It was just as this thought crossed his mind he spotted a figure a quarter mile ahead. As the hitchhiker came into view, Tom's prick began to harden. He slammed on his brakes, and into his car stepped an Adonis. "Hi. Thanks for stopping, dude! I've been hangin' out here for hours. The name's Kevin, and I ran out of cigarettes 'bout an hour ago. Can I bum one?" "The name's Tom. Glad to give you a lift, Kevin. I'm running low on butts myself, but I'll share one with you." Tom lit up, took a deep drag, and passed it over to Kevin, who proceeded to suck down nearly a third of the cigarette in one long breath. "Fuck! I guess you were hurtin' big time!" "Tom, you're a goddam angel for sharing your Marlboros. Thanks again." Kevin and Tom exchanged casual conversation for the next ten minutes, but Tom couldn't take his eyes off the most handsome hitchhiker he'd picked up in months. Kevin was about 6' and l85 lbs of well-toned muscle. He had moderately long blond hair surrounding a face that looked like a high school senior. Their talk revealed that, indeed, Kevin had just graduated two months earlier and had lettered in football. "I hate to be pushy, Tom, but how about another Marlboro?" Knowing he had but two left, Tom was reluctant. But, what-the-fuck! Kevin was worth it, particularly dressed in those skimpy cut-offs. So Tom lit up and he and Kevin passed the smoke back and forth as their conversation continued. When Kevin asked Tom if he'd played any varsity sports in school, Tom told him he'd been too busy at his after-school warehouse job. And so Kevin now figured out how Tom had achieved his powerful build. For though Tom was only 5' l0" he weighed in at about l80lbs. Kevin commented that Tom's physique looked like that of some of his wrestling buddies. And at the mere utterance of the word "wrestling" Tom's already hard cock began to throb. "I was never on the team, but my best friend back in high school was a wrestler. He liked to occasionally wrestle without any rules and, since I didn't know any, we had some pretty intense matches." The thought of no-rules wrestling stimulated Kevin's imagination. And it was just as he was picturing how such a match might be that Tom said, "Look, I know you're ready for another cigarette, but it's the last one on me. I'll tell you what. We'll wrestle for it! One fall, no holds barred, anything goes, to submission." "You're on!" Kevin exclaimed quickly. "And I know just the place. Take the next right turn about a mile up and keep headin' north for about a half-mile. There's a grassy area that'll do just fine!" In less than three minutes they'd reached the spot, left the Mustang, and stood facing each other in the golden grass. Tom's levis felt too snug on his massive legs and he stripped them off. Seeing him in jockey shorts, Kevin yanked down his cut-offs so they would compete evenly. "So, there's no rules? Dirty tactics are allowed?" Kevin asked. "Short of gouging out eyes or kicking balls, yeah! Anything goes! And pins count for nothing. It's to submission! The loser watches the winner enjoy the last butt!" Tom and Kevin circled one another warily. Tom sprang first and clinched Kevin in a powerful bear hug. He started tightening it and could see the Kevin gasping for air. Kevin linked his fingers and pushed hard against Tom's head to try to get him to release the hold. As each increased the pressure, Kevin felt Tom's hard cock grinding into his own pecker. And his was getting harder by the second. The erotic stimulation gave Kevin a surge of strength and he managed to flip Tom over and landed atop him. Kevin quickly wrapped his legs around Tom's and yanked his hair as hard as he could. Tom responded by driving his fist into Kevin's Adam's apple with one hand while grabbing Kevin's hair with the other. "Do you give up?" Tom asked. "Fuck no!" Kevin yelled. "I can take all the pain you can dish out." And so said, Kevin began to body punch Tom's exposed side with his right hand while fiercely pulling Tom's hair with his left. Tom matched this, and thus began five minutes of non-stop, body bruising punishment. The harder they fought, the harder their cocks became until finally it was Kevin who cried out "I GIVE!" and simultaneously shot a geyser of cum in his shorts. Tom ceased his attack. A smile came across his lips. As Kevin lay panting on the ground, Tom quickly got up, fetched the last Marlboro, returned and sat down astride Kevin's chest. He'd won the contest and now claimed his victory. He lit it, deeply inhaled and, as a courtesy to his vanquished foe, blew the second-hand smoke in Kevin's face. As Kevin inhaled he showed his appreciation by wrapping his hand around Tom's prick and stroking it while Tom enjoyed his last drags. "Ahhh!" cried Tom as he shot his wad simultaneously with the last inhale of his last butt. "This is the best, fuckin' cigarette I've ever had!"