I laughed as I tackled him against the couch, pushing him against the cushions and trying to hold him in place while he wriggled under me. It had been my idea to "wrestle," by which I in fact meant play this dumb game where the first person to take the others socks off wins. It was clearly and shamelessly an excuse to have my face inches from his while our bodies were pressed together, but that doesn't mean I wasn't also trying to win: I'm competitive that way.

"You know," I said, straining with effort as he bucked and writhed under me while I tried to reach for his feet, "this is a lot more fun picking on someone my own size. My ex was tiny; the poor girl barely put up a fight."

"What?" he grunted as he squeezed a hand out and tried to use it to push me off of him. "You're way bigger than me, how is this fair?"

I grinned as I let him push me, but only just enough to twist to the side and snake my left arm around and put him in a headlock, my bicep pressed against his cheek. Holding him in place with my legs, I reached my other hand down and pressed it against the growing bulge at his crotch.

"Not everywhere," I said, my breath hot against his ear.

His jaw slackened and he let out the most delicious moan as I squeezed and massaged his bulge, eyes glazing as all the blood in his body was suddenly redirected between his legs. "Oldest trick in the book," I snickered as I promptly let go and reached down to yank a sock off.

"Hey, that's cheating!" he yelled, the fight suddenly back in him as he writhed, trying to throw me off. "All's fair in love and war," I said through my grin, squeezing to try and hold him in place. He suddenly froze as we both realized that I had inadvertently said the word that both of us had been avoiding for as long as we had been seeing each other.

"I didn't mean--" Suddenly he twisted around and slipped out from under me, rolling so he was sitting on top of me. Panting and glistening with sweat (I told you I'm competitive), he slowly eased down till his face was inches from mine. A drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose and landed on my cheek.

Wordlessly, he leaned in and licked it off my face, tongue hot against my skin, grinding against my crotch as he did so. He grinned as he kissed me deeply, like I was the first drink of water he'd had after a day in the sun, like he was bending down to drink directly from a river. I melted into the kiss, mind going blank as the only things in the world became the two of us on that couch, bodies pressed against each other, the taste of his sweat salty on my lips.

And then he suddenly broke off without warning, leaving me gasping desperately for whatever had just happened to keep happening. I looked up just in time to see him grinning ear to ear as he reached back and yanked one of my socks off, dangling it in front of my face.

"Oldest trick in the book," he said, smirking.

"Oh, it's like that?"

"It's like that."

I laughed as I launched myself back at him, wrestling him down into the couch (though I suspected he was not putting up quite as much of a fight as he could have). I pushed him face down against the cushion and pinned his hips in place with mine. I felt my cock pressed against his tight, perfect ass and began moving my hips, moaning gently as I started grinding against him. He began panting from beneath me as I moved faster and faster, my motions more and more desperate. He pressed himself against me, rubbing against the couch beneath him as we both let the pleasure of the moment take us. I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, his scent thick in his curls as we continued undulating against each other.

"Fuck," I realized as I moved faster and faster, "I'm going to cum like this if I don't stop, and I haven't even gotten my pants off yet!"

With what felt like a herculean force of will, I stopped humping him long enough to twist us around so we were on our side, still pressed against each other but spooning now. The frustrated moan he let out told me he was probably close too, but that horny idiot would have probably just finished then and there if I let him. To be fair, that horny idiot probably could turn around and keep going even if he did, but I had other plans for his first orgasm.

I reached my arm around and unbuttoned his pants, all the while continuing to kiss the back of his neck, my breath hot against him. I started sucking on his earlobe as I reached my hand down and grabbed his throbbing erection, already slick with precum and sweat.

God, his cock was incredible. Despite being a skinny little twink, he had an absolutely delicious fat cock that he was hiding away, ready to surprise anyone lucky enough to get him in this position. I was pretty big myself, a nice thick seven inches that I could think of many good uses for at that moment, but he was almost an inch longer and almost as thick. Usually, a cock like that would be wasted on a bottom, but I convinced him of the virtues of being versatile, and we made sure to get some damn good mileage out of each and every one of those inches.

I'm normally pretty happy topping, though I've been known to enjoy being fucked when the moment called for it. With him, though? I suddenly became a wimpering little slut that could do little more than beg for him to rail me. It would honestly kind of scare me if it wasn't so fucking hot.

I began to stroke his impressive length while sucking his earlobe, eliciting gasps and moans that felt like music to my ears. I could tell he was close, but I knew him well enough to be able to bring him right to the edge without crossing that line. He began to squirm in frustration as I kept holding him off from letting him finish, but like I said, I had other plans.

I suddenly stopped and pushed him down, sliding myself down his body so my face was even with his cock. It was twitching wildly and smelled like something I could probably make millions with if I figured out how to bottle and sell it. I hiked his pants down so his full length sprang free and immediately started licking his balls, the sweet musk of him making my head spin. I loved the feel of his hot length against my face, his sweat was almost sweet as it mixed with all the other liquids we were both managing to produce. I surreptitiously licked my middle finger and eased it against his hole, feeling his whole body shudder with anticipation.

"Such a subby little bottom slut, aren't you?" I said, smirking up at him.

"Hey, I'm not--" he started before I plunged my finger in, expertly curving up to find his prostate as I put the head of his cock in my mouth. Summoning everything I had, I plunged his cock down my throat as far as I could while simultaneously pressing and wriggling my finger up inside of him. I got just about an inch from the base before he began to erupt violently, his whole cock throbbing in my throat as his orgasm shook his whole body.

"Not bad," I thought as I struggled to swallow the impossible amount of semen he was pouring into me. "That's further down than I usually get; guess practice makes perfect."

I held on for dear life as he proceeded to fuck my face through the rest of his orgasm, using me for his pleasure like I was a toy. I damn near came too just from how hot it was, the feeling of his powerful thrusts making me moan as I struggled to breathe. He finally subsided after what felt like at least a few minutes, gasping to catch his breath as he returned to Earth from wherever I just sent him. I slowly pulled my finger out as I lifted my head, the sloppy mixture of spit, sweat, and semen dribbling down my chin as I tried in vain to swallow as much as I could.

"Holy shit," he said, still panting, hand reaching down to run through my hair as I reached for the tissue box nearby and tried to clean myself up a little. "Thank you," he said, meeting my eyes, and proceeded to kiss the rest of it off my face. Such a gentleman. We lay there, gently pressing our lips together for a moment, before I suddenly felt a pressure against my crotch. I looked down to see his hand fondling me now, a sly grin playing across his face. "Now let me return the favor."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," I laughed as I flipped him over and pulled his pants down further, taking a moment to unbutton mine as well. "You know damn well I'm going to fuck your brains out now; I was just giving you a chance to catch your breath."

The little smile at the corner of his lips and the glint in his eye told me he knew exactly what was coming next, but I can't blame a guy for trying. I pulled my thick cock out of my boxers and spat on it for good measure, just in case it wasn't slick enough from everything that had come before. I lay my whole body weight against him, cock pressed between his lovely soft ass cheeks as I brought my lips to his ear again.

"I'm going to stretch you out, and we're not going to stop until I'm done, am I understood?" He let out the most adorable moan as the tip of my cock pressed against the entrance to his hole, his sphincter hungrily puckering as if trying to suck me in.

"Please fuck me with your huge cock. Please, I want to feel every inch, I want to know every vein." Funny thing to say considering what he was packing, but who am I to deny him such a polite request? "As you wish," I whispered as I began to push myself inside of him.

I did it slowly, inch by inch, letting him get used to my size and relishing the sensation of his unbelievable tightness. I eased my way further and further till I was roughly halfway in, then leaned down to see how he was doing. On his face was a mixture of pleasure and concentration as he attempted to accommodate my prodigious girth. I leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, smiling sweetly as I proceeded to ram the rest of me into him with no mercy.

He cried out immediately but I gave him no time to recover as I pulled back out to the halfway position and rammed right back into him, my big dick applying pressure to his prostate while filling him up completely inside. I proceeded to fuck him with longer and longer strokes, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. I proceeded to fuck his cute little ass, his moans of pleasure mixing with mine as I felt the orgasm build inside of me.

I stopped and grabbed his hips, pulling him up and back so he was on all fours in front of me. His beautiful cock hung between his thighs, swinging like a pendulum as I pushed myself into him. Even at half-mast, he was bigger than most guys, still wet and glistening from having been down my throat. I pushed his head back down but kept his ass up, his moans stifled as I pressed his face into the cushions while ramming into him. I knew I was hitting the right spot because each of my thrusts caused his cock to twitch and jump up, all 8 inches of him swinging wildly as I rearranged his insides.

I squeezed his lovely cheeks and slapped them playfully as I fucked him, enjoying the sight of a beautiful boy getting absolutely railed and loving every second of it. I moved faster and faster as I felt my orgasm crest, pleasure coursing through me as I pushed as far as I could into him. As I was nearing the brink, he finally came again just from the feeling of my cock buried deep inside of him. He moaned a symphony as he came hands-free, his huge cock shooting milky white ropes over and over as if he hadn't just cum like a horse only a few minutes ago. At the same time, I felt his muscles contract around me, milking me into such an incredible state of ecstasy that it felt like I was about to pass out. I let out a guttural moan as I came hard inside him, our combined orgasms filling the room with sounds of pleasure. I don't know how long I stayed there, thrusting into him as I rode out my orgasm, finally collapsing into a breathy mess on top of him.

He lay under me, panting as well, feeling the weight of me comfortingly on top of him. He moved the right slightly so we were side by side again, but this time facing each other as he kissed me again. I could have died right then and been content—nothing better on earth than the softness of his lips tracing mine.

And then he pulled away again and I opened my eyes to see him reaching down. Before I could stop him, he pulled off both of our remaining socks, tossing them away before returning to the embrace.

"What was that for? Now we don't know who won. That's no fair!"

"All's fair in love and war," he said simply, and kissed me again.