Strength test in Portugal

At the Viana do Castelo fair they had one of these strange contraptions, a high striker I think it is called. You had to hit a block so hard with a hammer that a counterweight came up along an iron rod as far as possible, or preferably all the way up, where it hit a bell. All young and strong males of the town stood there together, and of course I couldn't help looking around. My own muscles also felt nice and hard and I was just thinking: shall I do it too? when the oldest guy of a group of about twenty, most of whom made the bell ring all the time, challenged me to swing that hammer. He even bought a fiver ticket for me: hitting five times for one price, so I could not refuse.

I took the hammer that was pretty heavy but not impossible to handle and hit the block. The iron shot only halfway up; boos and jeers from the boys. But that was just clumsiness on my part; you have to get used to that thing and the movement. I could do better of course. Moreover, it irritated me that they were laughing at me now. Getting angry for a moment, and all four of the following hits reached the highest point. The chuckle and laughter were over; that one failed time had already been forgotten, and now I was welcome at their group. The person who had paid introduced himself as Tonio; he kneaded my biceps amicably and we bumped around a bit. I was having a good time.

 They hardly spoke any English, and I didn't speak Portuguese, but I understood their hint that we would go somewhere else. We walked to a chapel on a hill, behind which was a meadow, where they apparently always hung around. A group of young guys with too much energy: pushing, pulling, roughhousing a bit, trying wrestling grips on each other and exchanging punches. Probably horny talk too, but I cannot understand their language. Suddenly two of the younger boys were fighting, and seriously at that. They must have been friends, but you couldn't tell that from this fight. Hard blows were delivered until one went down, the other immediately jumped upon him and sat on the loser's chest, who couldn't escape. The winner enjoyed his domination, bragging like a schoolboy and rolled his knees over the loser's muscles. His face grimaced with pain, which made the victory even sweeter of course. Finally, the winner took his cock out of his pants, which immediately got hard, or maybe it already was, and jerked it with a few wild movements until it spurted in the loser’s face. Cheers and applause from the other boys, who were rubbing their crotches. Apparently, this was not the first time they did this. It must have been their favourite pastime: fighting, dumping their loads and establishing the pecking order. I was excited as well, due to this combination of knocks and unbridled horniness.

It didn't take long before I looked at Tonio, who apparently had the same idea: now it’s our turn! Okay, we took off our shirts, I was wearing my holiday shorts, he wore jeans. The other guys formed in a circle around us and we both felt the tension of squaring off, making threatening moves, exploring each other a little and all of a sudden, we lashed out at each other and were at it. Heavy punches, but also wrestling grips. Once I got him by his wrist, forced him to the ground, but he managed to escape and came back up, punched me hard. In general, his fists were more dangerous than his grips We fought on, hard, rolling on the ground, trying to get the other in a hold, but punching too. When he grabbed my balls for a moment, I threw away all inhibitions and I punched him in the face and on his body wherever I could hit him, but he did the same to me. In short, it became pretty serious now. Twice we got up again and started anew. You could not say who was the strongest, we were well matched: he was better with his fists, me with wrestling grips and a bit of aikido. Finally we were out of breath and decided that it had been enough; we embraced each other like comrades and he pulled me a bit into a bush. The others could see of course what we were going to do there, but I could not care less. We now took out our rock hard dicks. Encouraged by the yells of the guys we forcefully jerked each other's pole until they both squirted, which did not take long. Then we lay down against each other for a while, panting and exchanging playful punches. 

Tonio became my mate for this vacation. We “saw” a lot of each other.