Schoolboy Strip Match: John Mitchell Vs. Jean Richards

John face was red from pain when he arched his back, and it wasn’t helped by Jean soon crashing into him, jamming him into the lip again.

“Give those ba—“ John was about to demand the return of the boxers, but before he could, a fist SLAMMED into his adams apple! John gagged and gasped, bringing his hands up to grab his throat and try to breathe. His motuh and eyes were wide from the devastating blow, which quickly let Jean turn the tables again.

This made John a rag doll in Jean’s hands, easily manipulated by Jean and dragged against the ring. His throat was closed off, and his wide mouth was suddenly stuffed with the salty taste of Jean’s boxers!

John’s face was red again, but this time from humiliation and not pain. Refusing to answer, or admit that he might like them, he spat out the boxers and tried to bring his hands up to pry those legs off. They were on TIGHT, though, and John was rapidly loosing air. Moaning, he tried to bring his fists up to start pounding on Jean’s legs to make him let go, even as his tongue looled out and he drooled a bit from the suffocation, slowing his body down.

Jean's grin was wide and full of glee as John suffered between his legs. It took John a second to recover and spit the boxers out, which was just another second he had to choke the man out. At first he coughed and spluttered, but then seemed to get his nerve back as he started slamming his fists into Jean's thighs. Damn that hurt!

But he would have to grin and bear it, his choke was working it's magic. Soon John's groans turned into moans as he lost air and fight. The punches hurt less, but soon the ref had started a count out. Jean would hold onto the six count and then released his hold, grabbing under John's armpits and dragging him into the ring.

From there he would plop himself down on John's abs, knees pinning the man's biceps for a schoolboy pin. "Now now, this is no time to be sleeping" he wooed, giving John's face a hard slap.

John gasped as he struggled to suck in air, his throat completely cut off, eyes wide, tongue hanging out as he was suffocating outside of the ring. Soon, though, the ref forced Jean to bring John back in, and his body was slowly dragged up.

John felt a sudden pressure on his chest, followed by gentle slaps to wake up. Knees pinned his biceps, making t hard for him to use his arms, and he could hear Jean taunting him.

“Nghh…” John groaned and struggled under him, Jean’s rock hard cock pointing at John’s face. That’s when John realized that Jean had screwed up. John was too tired by the choke to pursue and fight Jean, but Jean had delivered his member right to John’s face! With what little strength he had, John lifted his legs and arched his knees, planting his feet on the mat to try and slide Jean forward, while John opened his mouth to try and lick at Jean’s member, and maybe even take it inside him!

Jean grinned as his opponent came to slowly, he looked absolutely lovely half-dazed and underneath him. He felt John start to rouse but the man's big biceps were still pinned down beneath his knees. He wasn't going anywhere soon. However, John soon changed tactics and jutted his lower half upward, nearly knocking Jean off.

Jean caught himself and braced his hands against the mat, but that seemed to go along with John's plan. His own cock was delivered straight to John's mouth. The warm, wet tongue and breath were quite unnerving for him, and Jean let out a shaky moan. God it felt so good! The tension in his arms decreased and he slouched slightly as the new pleasure surprised and overwhelmed him momentarily.

He soon got back his nerve and gritted his teeth, he wasn't gonna fall apart with just a blowjob. With a vindictive smile, he suddenly thrust his hips forward into John's mouth which would ideally cause him to gag and choke. Jean would take the opportunity to shove backwards and escape back to his former position.

John would have grinned, if his mouth wasn’t filled with a delicious cock. He moaned into it, humming a bit, wanting to send sexy vibrations up and down Jean’s member. But John only got a few minutes to enjoy the tables being turned. As quickly as John reversed, Jean shoved his cock DEEP into John’s mouth, indeed making him gag and making his eyes go wide!

Jean shoved back, and John felt the chance to get his arms free. He was too dazed from the gag reflex going off in his throat to do much, but he did get his arms up defensively and try to shove Jean off

As Jean shoved back, John shoved with him and gave him more force than he bargained for. He toppled backward between John's legs, feeling John's equally hard cock against his backside. Before his opponent could make use of the situation, Jean dug his feet in and shoved back off. He landed back on his elbows but free of John's legs, and noticed that the feeling in his arms wasn't the same; he had landed on John's shirt!

With a grin Jean grabbed the shirt and quickly got up, stalking quickly around to try to get behind the redhead. First chance he got, that shirt was getting wrapped around John's head so he'd be blinded and prime for a nice kick to the back!

John let out a groan as he managed to slide Jean around. He finally got Jean in a position where John could use his arms. With Jean finally off of him, John quickly rolled onto all fours and tried to get up to his feet.

As he did, though, he felt a shirt trying to wrap itself around John’s head! John was on his knees when Jean got around him and tried to wrap the shirt. Not much he could do from that position, except reach backwards with his arms. He bent his elbowsand reached back, over his own shoulders, to grab as close to Jean's waist as he could guess. Then he pulled Jean towards John’s back while John bent forward, in the hopes of flipping Jean, in the best case, or just making him trip, in the worst case.

Jean wrapped the shirt around John's head, winding the sleeves around and around. He had pretty much blinded John for the time being, but that didn't stop the redhead from trying. He reached back and grabbed Jean around the waist, then tugged. With John bent over, he was primed to go up and over.

Jean let out a startled yell as his chest slapped into John's back and then he was sent sliding over. Jean awkwardly landed on his back, the sleeves of the shirt still clutched in his hand. He yanked the sleeves down and tried to get his arm around the back of John's head for some kind of headlock.

John managed to flip Jean off of him, but he still had his old shirt wrapped around his face, blinding him! John quickly got his hands up to try to yank them off, but before he could, suddenly Jean yanked downwards!

John let out a growl of annoyance as he was bent forwards and flopped down on top of Jean, with his face landing, basically, on Jean’ s chest. He finally worked the short off, though, and the attempt to lock in a headlock was just a lost cause. Putting the shirt to the side, John slid himself forward, opening his mouth wide, trying to get at Jean’s member again. John was nothing if not single-minded when it came to winning.

Jean's hands fumbled with the shirt while he tried to get a headlock, but that pipe dream was lost when John ripped himself free. He climbed over Jean, his sweaty pecs and torso sliding across his face. He gasped when John took him into his mouth again, and he squirmed underneath the bigger man. His hands clawed at John's muscled back but he was pretty much pinned in place.

"Nghhh....not your first rodeo?" he moaned as he felt John continue to work on him. He panted for breath, starting to panic that he was running out of options, until he finally clued in. John's cock was similarly right within reach. He couldn't quite reach the tip with his tongue, so he resorted to a good old fashioned hand-job. He drug his nails along the shaft and up to the head, playing with the slit with the flat of his thumb. He gave a playful squeeze and then jerked him a few times, then went back to teasing with his nails.