Wrap a hand around yourself and stroke once

You don’t reach for him.

Instead you wrap a hand around your own cock and give it one slow, deliberate stroke, eyes locked on his face the whole time. The message is clear. You’re not asking. You’re showing him.

He answers the same way.

His hand closes around himself and he steps in until the flushed heads of your cocks kiss, then slide past each other. He starts stroking too — matching your rhythm at first, then pushing it, turning it into something competitive and raw. The two shafts slap together with wet, heavy sounds. Heads catch and drag. Veins rub. Precome smears in long, shiny streaks every time the tips collide.

A cockfight. No hands on each other. Just both of you jerking yourselves while forcing the comparison in the open air between your bodies.

{if reader:cock_desc = "on the smaller side"}

Your smaller cock looks almost swallowed every time the heads knock. His thicker, longer shaft rides over yours, the weight of it pressing down, the heat of it dragging along your entire length. You watch the difference happen in real time: his cock dominating the space, yours trapped underneath and still leaking hard against him. The visual alone makes your stomach clench.

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "average but thick"}

Your thick cock holds girth but loses length with every upward stroke. When the shafts grind, you feel the extra inches he has sliding past your head, smearing wetness down your sensitive skin. The two of you look obscene like this — shorter and thicker versus longer and heavier — colliding over and over in the same tight space.

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "big and heavy"}

The two heavy cocks meet like matched weapons. Thick shafts slap and grind, heads flaring against each other, precome stringing between them in shiny threads that break and reform with every stroke. Neither of you has a clear visual win, so the competition turns meaner, both of you trying to out-thrust, out-stroke, out-leak the other.

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "seriously hung"}

Your bigger cock takes the space. Every stroke sends your longer, heavier shaft sliding over his, the head of you dragging past his tip and leaving wet trails down his length. He has to angle and push harder just to keep contact. The visual is brutal and obvious: your cock dominating the fight while he refuses to back off an inch.

{endif}

Precome from both of you turns everything slick and filthy. The wet slap of cock against cock fills the room — rhythmic, obscene, impossible to ignore. You can see every detail: the way the heads flush darker when they collide, the way the shafts flex and jump, the way strings of clear fluid stretch and snap between you.

“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes locked between your bodies. “You’re really doing this.”

{if game:confidence >= 45}

“You started the comparison,” you answer, voice rough. “I’m just finishing it.”

{else}

You don’t answer. You just keep stroking, breath already coming faster, eyes fixed on the place where the two of you keep colliding.

{endif}

He steps half an inch closer so the friction turns vicious. Every upstroke now forces the cocks to grind full-length against each other. Shafts drag. Heads catch and pop free with wet little sounds. His breathing has gone short and sharp.

{if reader:cock_desc = "on the smaller side"}

“Look at that little cock trying to keep up,” he says, voice thick with heat and mockery. “Still hard, still leaking all over me while I out-stroke you. You like losing this badly?”

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "average but thick"}

“Thick little thing keeps rubbing on me,” he mutters. “You’re shorter but you’re making a mess. Don’t stop. I want to feel you lose the rhythm first.”

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "big and heavy"}

“Almost the same size and you’re still trying to outdo me,” he grits out. “Keep going. I want to see which one of us breaks first when we’re matched like this.”

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "seriously hung"}

His eyes stay glued to your bigger cock, voice rough with open hunger and challenge.

“Jesus, you’re heavy. Keep slapping that fat cock against mine. You’re bigger and you’re still fucking fighting me for it. Don’t you dare slow down.”

{endif}

Neither of you reaches for the other. The rule has been set without words: this is pure competition, fist on your own cock, shaft against shaft, no mercy. Your hips start to rock. His do the same. The slap of wet skin gets louder, filthier, more desperate.

You can see and feel the exact difference — or the lack of it — with every single collision. The comparison is no longer something you’re looking at. It’s something you’re both actively, aggressively doing with your bodies.

The air between you is thick and electric. The next shift is going to decide whether one of you finally breaks the rule and grabs the other, or whether this stays a pure, mean cockfight all the way to the edge.