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“I didn’t say anything.” I said calmly.

“Oh cool. Where’s this wood pile?” Mike asked.

“Just around here.” I said.

“Have you heard the new Mac Miller mix tape?” Mike asked.

“Yeah dude, it’s sick.” I said.

“Listened to the whole thing before I cam here.” Mike laughed.

“I haven’t gotten a chance to listen to the whole thing yet.” I said.

“You should find some time.” Mike said.

“When we get back?” I asked.

“Yeah sure!” Mike said excited.

We walked up to the woodpile. Being so late in the year all the split wood was used so we had to split our own. There were a few huge round trunks that were left and were a lightwood so we chose those. I grabbed the wood handle axe, and he grabbed the red one. We swung away each trying to split the huge logs. After about twenty swings each and still no split logs my arms became really tired. I was sweating in my winter jacket and long sleeve shirt.

“Dude I’m sweating like balls.” I laughed.

“Tell me about it.” Mike said putting the axe down.

“I’m gonna’ take my jacket off.” I said unzipping my heavy leather jacket.

“Good idea.” Mike said taking off his jacket too.

“Nice arms.” Mike said laughing.

I flexed a little and showed them off to him. We continued swinging away and away, nothing would break.

“This is taking forever.” I said.

“Wanna’ do a challenge?” Mike asked.

“Like what?” I said secretly excited.

“Whoever splits their log and makes it to the backdoor faster wins.” Mike said.

“Cool, what does the winner get?” I asked.

“Um… Loser gets covered in snow by the winner.” Mike laughed.

“While their in their boxers only!” I added excitedly.

“Yeah!” Mike said.

“Ok on my count. 3,2,1… Go!” I yelled.

We swung as fast as we could at the logs for about five minutes until I heard a crack. I looked down at mine. Nothing. Mike was collecting his split logs and stuck his tongue out at me and started to run stumbling through the snow back to the house.

Anger filled I wound up and Wham! I slammed the axe head down on the log. It broke easily and I quickly collected the two logs and ran as fast as I could leaving my coat by the pile. I could see Mike stumbling in front of me. I caught up to him but he was boxing me out and not letting me pass. Now the house was in our sights. I decided the only way was to go off track and pass him.

I took a step off and tried to sprint ahead. Crack. The hard packed snow and ice broke under my weight and my leg sunk. I flew right into the snow in a face plant. Mike heard the crash and looked back at me and laughed as he touched to back door.

He walked back to me already a winner.

“Good try hotshot.” Mike said lending me a hand.

“Yeah…” I said angry I lost.

We walked together both carrying one log back to the porch.

“Where do you want to do it?” Mike said laughing.

“Right here I guess.” I said.

“Ok take it off!” Mike said in an announcer voice.

“Calm your boner.” I laughed.

I took off my shirt wet shirt and my sweatpants. I stood in front of Mike in just my black and white boxers. I was flexing a little wanting to look good in front of Mike. He just stared me up and down. I fought off my boner and stayed soft just thinking of the cold.
“Dude, do you work out a lot?” Mike asked.

“Sometimes.” I said smiling.

“All I can get is this…”Mike said as he lifted up his shirt showing off his abs.

He had a small glory trail, and a faint outline of a six-pack.

“Dude you look good.” I said really fighting my dirty mind.

“Ok get in the snow, lie on your back.” Mike ordered.

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