Turning tables - Max(imum) Pleasure

Simon parked his car in front of Max's house. He took a deep breath and got out. Since their fight, he had dreamed of this. He had imagined Max pressed against him, both entwined and fighting for dominance until Simon won and let his dick disappear in that beautiful ass of Max.

He rang the bell.

Max's sister opened the door. She was wearing a tracksuit and a band around her head. "Oh, hey, Simon. I'm just leaving. "

"To where?" he tried to speak in a calm voice. He wanted her gone, quickly.

" I have a course." She looked bored. "Max is waiting for you in the basement." He let her pass and then went into the house.

"Max?" he called down the stairs. The cellar was enlightened.

"Come down."

The basement was furnished like a sports hall with a makeshift ring in the middle. Three ropes, ring posts. Mats all around. Max sat in the middle of the ring doing stretching exercises. He stood up and Simon bit his lip as he felt his cock move. Max wore nothing but a black thong.

He leaned in the ropes and looked at Simon. "A penny for your thoughts."

Simon took off his sports bag. "Your ass is mine."

"And you think you can have it?"

"I already did."

"And you are hoping for a second ride?" Max grinned at him and crossed his arms. Seeing him like this one would not believe the two couldn't stand each other only three weeks ago. Simon guessed that this is what happens once you drill each other's' asses.

"Not hoping. I will fuck you."

Max grimaced. "I don't think so." He climbed through the ropes and walked to a cupboard. After a while in a drawer, he threw something at Simon. "Put this on." He crossed his arms again. It was a red thong. Simon took off his clothes and revealed his half stiff cock. It became harder as Max watched him put on the thong.

"Turn around," Max ordered- Simon didn't react.

Max took a step towards Simon and pinched a nipple. "You look hot. I cannot wait to get into that ass."

"Not going to happen."

Max laughed. "So sure?"

"Absolutely."

Max climbed through the ropes into the ring. "Come on, sweet cheeks, let's have some fun."

Simon climbed through the ropes and looked at him. "I definitely will."

"Here are the rules." Max looked Simon up and down. "Everything is allowed except biting, slapping the face, the balls and choking. We wrestle, until one is down. That is, if you have me in a painful grip that I cannot get out of, then I submit. And vice versa. OK?"

Simon looked at Max and licked his lips.

"OK."

"Ready?"

"Clear."

They started to circle slowly. From time to time Max reached out his hand. Simon beat it away. Both smiled. Max rushed forward and pushed Simon into the chest. He staggered backwards into the ropes. Max was over him with lightning speed, wrapping an arm around his head, forcing his already hard cock against Simon's hip. Simon put his hands on Max's back and tried to push him away.

Max pulled Simon's head back to the middle of the ring and threw him on the ground. He landed with a bang. Max had not released his head and started to lick him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Simon lay there for a few seconds, trying to find a way out of the grip of Max's arms and especially his tongue. Simon was about to try to get to his knees as Max let go of him and got up and danced back. Simon scrambled to his feet.

"Come on, bitch," he teased. With outstretched arms he came back to Simon. "Show me what you can do."

Simon ducked at one of Max's legs, wrapped his arms around it and Max flew over his shoulder and landed on his back behind Simon. Simon turned and put Max into a double-nosedown. Simon started to push Max's head down towards the mat. He gripped the hips with his legs and crossed his ankles. He squeezed his legs with all his strength as he kept pushing Max' head down.

"Fucker!" Max spat out. Simon kept pushing. His cock peeked over the edge of the thong and he grinded against Max's hard body.

"Okay, okay, okay, I give up," Max said. Simon let go, got up, and tried to put his crossbar back under the waistband. Max sat on the mat for a while, moving his shoulders and arms a little in a circle. Simon could see that his cock was almost out of the thong. He took a few deep breaths and pulled the thong away from his body. "Good move, man."

"Thank you. Now get on your knees and show me your ass."

"Not yet."

"What?"

"It is two out of three now. First you lose the thong, than you give up your ass."

"You failed to mention that;" Simon growled.

"You didn't ask and now I'll rip your ass off."

"Well, come here."

Max pulled down the thong and threw it out of the ring. His completely stiff dick slapped against his abdominal muscles. Simon could not take his eyes off the cock. It looked beautiful.

"Your ass is mine," Simon said.

"Well, that's not going to happen, because I want to fuck you." And again Max was above him. This time he was aiming for Simon's legs, and before he knew it, Max had grabbed both and pulled them back. Simon fell on his back, and then Max turned him on his stomach.

Simon had seen this technique many times on television. A Boston Crab. Max pushed him down on his hip, and Simon could feel the pressure in the back begin to hurt.

"Are you giving up?" He asked, tightening his grip on Simon's legs. A flash of pain shot through his back.

"Yes, yes, yes, I give up, you fucker!", Simon called. He let go, and Simon's legs dropped to the mat. When he picked himself up, he laughed and jerked his cock.

"Down with the thong."

Simon tore the thing down and threw it at him. Max laughed out. Simon's cock was rock hard.

"You want to feel my cock in the ass, right?"

Max jerked himself seductively.

"If anyone gets fucked here, it's you." Simon lunged for him and slammed his shoulder into Max's stomach. They staggered backwards into the ropes. He wrapped his arms around Max and picked him up. Then Simon turned and threw Max on the mat. He landed on his back. Simon threw himself on him. He tried to dodge, but Simon landed on him. Max wriggled under him and Simon was above him, again setting a double-nose-down and ramming his head on the mat. He went to all fours, threw himself around and tore Simon with him. He landed on Simon who had to release his grip. Max rammed Simon's elbow into his stomach and Simon gasped as all the air was blown out of his lungs. Then Max did the same again and got up. He grabbed Simon's hair and pulled him to his feet, gasping for air. He had an iron-grip and gave Simon a long tongue kiss before he rammed his knee into Simon's stomach, sending him backwards into the ropes. With shoulders lowered, Max came rushing at Simon. Simon dodged, and Max headed headfirst through the ropes to the mat outside the ring and slammed on his stomach. Simon climbed through, sat on his back, crossed his fingers under Max's chin and pulled.

Max screamed.

"Well, who gets fucked now?" Simon asked, pulling harder a little harder. "Give up, bitch!"

"No way! Fuck yourself!"

Simon pulled tighter. "Your ass is mine either way."

"FUCK YOU!"

"Give up!"

"NO WAY! "

Simon pulled again, and screaming, Max acknowledged his defeat. Simon let go and got up. Max turned on his back. "Bastard," he said, gasping.

Simon stood over his chest and began to slap Max with his stiff cock. "Who gets fucked?",

Simon asked smiling.

"Me," Max whispered.

"I cannot hear you."

"Me!" Max shouted.

"Then turn around."

He rolled onto his stomach and went to all fours. Simon spat in his hand and rubbed his cock.

Then he tentatively put a finger in that firm ass. He met no resistance and his finger slid smoothly into it. Max started moaning as Simon poked his asshole wide open. He pulled out his finger and put two inside. Max moaned again and sank to his elbows, so that his beautiful ass stuck even higher in the air. Simon pulled the fingers out and put his glans on the hole. "I'll fuck you roughly," he said, and Max groaned again, as Simon shoved his cock into the tight ass. Max gasped, and Simon stopped halfway, pulled out his cock, and pushed it back in a bit. He paused for a moment before moving his hips sideways, to widen the opening, loosen it and prepare it for full penetration. With the free hand, Simon gave Max such a sharp slap on the muscular buttock that the handprint remained visible. Simon started to invade him again. Max's breath came in quick, steady bumps. Simon reached forward and grabbed his rock hard boner with his free hand. Max bent his back groaning. Simon tightly squeezed his cock while at the same time drilling his own all the way into him. Max let out a deep, long sigh. Simon backed away inch by inch, until only the tip was still in him. Max went back to pull Simon's cock in, but Simon did the same, leaving only the tip in him.

"You want it, right?" Simon asked, giving Max another slap.

"Yes, oh man, yes," he gasped. "Please, Simon, please!"

Now Simon pushed his dock in fully. Their balls were clapping against each other. Max's ass felt as great as the last time, pretty and tight with just enough room. Simon began to move back and forth in a slow rhythm as his hand rubbed up and down Max's cock. He started to sweat again. It was great - the best ass Simon ever fucked. Simon moved faster and felt how the sperm boiled up in him. With each thrust, another groan came from Max's mouth. He began to breathe faster, heavier and louder. And faster and stronger, Simon moved back and forth, felt the sticky precum spilled from his glans. Max groaned loudly as he squirted and splashed sperm on the mat under him, and then Simon came. In ecstasy, he shivered all over as he pumped cargo after cargo. Slowly, he pulled his half-floppy dick out of Max's ass and sat back on his heels.

Max, who had collapsed on his stomach, turned on his back again. He had half closed his eyes. "Goddamn, that's great, Simon."

Simon smiled at him. "And I am not done with you yet."

Max opened his eyes. Before he could say anything Simon had raised his lower body and buried his face between his ass cheeks.

"Next time, I'll rip your ass off," was Max's only response before he let out a deep groan when Simon's tongue penetrated his hole.

Simon licked him with gusto and Max grabbed his hair, pushing Simon's face against his hole. They continued for a few minutes then Simon left the ass and licked Max's, now hard, cock clean, licked along his muscles stomach and up to his lips. Max tried to get away but Simon did not let him. They had a fight. Simon had won, and Max was his prize. He licked Max's lips and quickly Max met him with his own tongue. They kissed passionately, Max's arms wrapped around Simon and Simon grinding against Max, both their cocks hard again.

When Simon broke the kiss Max tried to follow until Simon pushed him down again. He presented his hard cock to Max, who eagerly took him in while Simon did the same. They were down there, sixty-nineing each other until they unloaded in their mouths.

Afterwards they were in the shower together, kissing and cleaning, embracing and enjoying their bodies. The next time they would wrestle, it was sure that Max would do anything possible to get Simon's asshole. And Simon was totally fine with it.

Max smiled at him when they came out of the shower. "You were very lucky, you know?"

In more ways than one, Simon thought. He just smiled and pulled on underpants and shorts. "Pure skill ... you just were not man enough to beat me, that's all."

Max kissed him again and took Simon, still naked, to the door. "See you at the gym until Monday night, okay?"

"Sure." We shook hands. "And the revenge?"

"Three o'clock next Saturday." Max reached out and grabbed Simon's ass. "Cannot wait to fuck it again."

There was no revenge the next Saturday. Not that Max didn't fuck Simon's ass good, it was just that both were so horned up that the fight just turned Simon into Max's willing bitch.

The end.