Mark and Dave, Businessmen, Wrestle
First of all, please do not forget to contribute to Nifty!!! Second of all, I wrote this this afternoon. The characters and the details are real, even if Mark and I have wrestled yet. I wrote the set up for him. He loved it! I'm also a prolific author on Nifty. You might enjoy some of my longer stories and series under my Dave Ledge name.
"Well, hell" Mark said when he realized that the room reservations had gotten fucked up for the business meeting he was attending. Instead of a single king room he was going to have to share a two twin bed room with somebody from the company.
He got his key from the desk and went upstairs to see who his roommate would be. He put his stuff down and then unpacked his suitcase and put his clothes away. He set up his laptop on the desk and logged in to the wireless. He was still dressed for work in a white dress shirt, tie, black slacks, socks and shoes. He absentmindedly loosened his tie and took it off and opened up his shirt two buttons, showing some of his dark chest hair. He looked and saw himself in the mirror above the desk. Yeah, he was still a good-looking man. He was in his late 40s but still had dark hair, neatly trimmed. Nice face. He looked down at his body. 5'10 and in really good shape. Still not even 170 pounds. He flexed a bicep and stretched his dress shirt. Nice, he thought. However, he wasn't too absorbed in thought not to hear the sound of a key being wedged into the slot and the door handle turning. He turned to see who his roommate would be. An older man walked in the door. However, it was immediately obvious that this man had not let himself go. There was an air of masculinity about him that was almost palpable. He was still dressed in a full suit. He strode confidently across the room. Mark stood up and they gave each other a strong handshake. "Dave Ledge", the older man said. "Mark Lang", Mark responded. It was clear that they both liked how the other looked and how masculine both were. Dave gave a small nod even. They talked small talk for a while, talking about the reservation fuck up, the meeting, and the company. They realized that they hadn't met before since they worked in different areas at the company. After a few minutes, Dave proceeded to unpack his suitcase and get out his laptop. He then sat down on the bed nearest the window to start working. At this Mark got a start.
"Um, Dave, that's my bed. I always sleep away from the door and the noise from the hall." Dave rose his eyebrows and said. "Well, I do, too, and for the same reason." They both stared at each other for a minute, stymied. Then Dave smiled and said, "Tell you what, I'll wrestle you for it." Mark stared at him even harder, confused. "Mark, didn't you ever wrestle out back with neighbor boys when you were little?" Mark had of course. He figured everybody did. "Well, let's just wrestle like that now. First guy who gets a three count gets this bed. Mark wanted to think Dave was crazy. However, he started smiling in return. He had really enjoyed wrestling as a kid and suddenly realized he missed that, a lot!
He looked over at Dave. "OK, I may be crazy, but you're on!" They both smiled at each other for a minute, eagerly anticipating their upcoming wrestle. Dave smiled even more deeply and said, "Mark, let's do a businessmen's match." "A what?" Mark asked, confused. "A businessmen's match. Take off your shirt and shoes and let's rassle. But first, let's strip the beds and put them together so we'll have more room. They did that and then they both took their shoes off, leaving their black socks on, and then started to unbutton their shirts.
As Mark stripped he realized he was getting turned on a bit, too. That surprised him. Well, he had enjoyed the body contact wrestling with the other boys when young. What was wrong with enjoying that as a man? His shirt was off well before Dave's since he had already taken his jacket and tie off and unbuttoned a couple of buttons. He noticed Dave admiring his strong, naked, torso, with his dark hairy chest. To see how Dave would react, he did some stretching and even a pose. He could see Dave mouth, "Nice" and grinned.
Dave soon had his own shirt off and copied Mark. It was Mark's turn to admire the older man. He was built much like Mark, but a bit taller and was proportionate in weight to Mark's shorter stature, probably 180 pounds. Dave's hair was still brown on top with just a bit of white around the temples. However, his very thick chest and body hair had turned white. As Dave showed off his naked chest and biceps, it was Mark's turn to mouth, "Nice".
They both got onto the joined beds and sized each other up. They were surprisingly equal in size and strength it looked like. Mark's cock swelled even more as he looked at Dave's hot body and realized he would soon feel Dave's naked torso against his own. Bring it on, he thought and smiled, aching to feel Dave's hot man chest and nipples against his own. He realized that they both had super hard nipples and he noticed a bit of a bulge in Dave's crotch, too. Ho, ho, he thought. This could be even more fun than I thought!
He saw Dave lick his lips at the sight of his body. Good, Mark thought. And then Dave actually said what Mark had thought a few seconds before, "Bring it on, Mark!" Mark chuckled and the two hot, masculine, men approached each other cautiously on their knees. The fight was on!