Schoolboy Strip Match: John Mitchell Vs. Jean Richards

It just dawned on him, right now, that he’d lost and allowed himself to lose at that. This was NOT John’s best match. It wasn’t his first erotic match, he’d done that in smaller time leagues, but it was first AFW erotic match. And he’d lost. He’d fought for it, he had made a decent showing, but in the end he was defeated. Defeat was unacceptable. He’d have to do better next time.

But, those were all thoughts that he would have to confront latter. Right now, he wasn’t worried about any of this. Right now, he was sucking in air, trying his best to wake himself up as he dealt with the afterglow of an orgasm. Finally, though, John began to try and pull away.

John didn’t get far, though, before Jean grabbed his neck. He pulled John in, demanding that he fuck him more in a horse whisper. John was pretty tired from everything they’d done, but he tried his best to oblige. Despite having lost, he obviously wasn’t bitter, trying to do what Jean wanted. HE thrusted as hard as he could while his cock was still hard, pumping a little more cum into him, but mostly just fucking him so that Jean could get his turn. “Nghh…next time…won’t be so…easy.” John groaned.

Jean panted as John was happy to oblige his request. He wasn't overly bitter or spiteful, and began to resume thrusting in a way that made Jean's toes curl. He lasted maybe a good quarter of a minute longer until it was his turn to cum, spilling waves of warm seed onto both their chests.

Jean gradually began to come down from his afterglow, raising his fist into the air for the crowd. He started to chuckle slightly, having defeated someone John's size in any sort of match was something to be proud of.

"If there's a next time, you're right, it better be harder" he grinned up at John. He hadn't realized just how much of a toll a bruiser like John had on him, both on his ass and all over his body. When he woke up the next morning, he was going to be covered in shiny purple bruises.