Schoolboy Strip Match: John Mitchell Vs. Jean Richards

John moved in the only way he could, just trying to take any opportunity he found. He didn’t realize, though, that as he did that, he was leaving himself open for a sexual counterattack himself. He moaned into Jean’ cock, eagerly sucking the delicious member, suppressing a chuckle as Jean asked if this was his first time…

…but then, he felt nails gently scrapping along his OWN member, his body suddenly being manipulated by Jean, a soft hand rubbing his skin, nails teasing his shaft, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. He thought about propping himself up on his arms, but that would take his weight of fof Jean and let him escape. No, John doubled down, betting that his better position would let him make Jean cum first. He brought his hands out to hold Jean’s legs down, and started sucking faster, moaning into his cock, humming to send vibrations down the length of his shaft.

Jean closed his eyes and panted as John turned up the pleasure to a new level with his humming trick. The feeling was quite electrifying, stimulating him from all points along his length. He was gonna be in trouble if John was allowed to proceed unhindered. Hands placed on his thighs pinned his legs down, which really limited his ability to change their positions.

He still had a few tricks up his sleeve however, including some oldies but goodies. He dipped his free fingers into his mouth, and then reached around for John's ass. Without hesitation he began to tease and penetrate the entrance, feeling around for a spot that would melt John's knees if he were standing. Along with that, Jean did his best to thrust his hips upward again to try to force John to deepthroat and choke once more. With that he was going to try to flip them over so that Jean would end up on top.

John would grin, if he wasn’t busying his mouth with much more pleasurable things. The more he went on, the more certain he was that he was about to win. But once again, Jean was not one to be counted out so soon. John let out a gargled gasp as a cock was suddenly jammed into his throat, and at the same time, Jean’s finger slipped into John’s ass!

John yelped, though the sound was muffled. He still had command over Jean’s legs, and he pushed down out of instinct to avoid the flip, but John had to admit defeat for the moment and let go, aggressively shoving Jean away and rolling to his side, trying to escape!

Jean let out a huge sigh of relief when John's weight was no more, rolling off to the side. The sudden air making contact with the saliva left behind on his cock made him shiver, but there was no time to waste. Jean pushed up as John rolled to get away. No doubt he had recovered fully since Jean's choke, and since he had yet to do anything major, John's stamina was probably still pretty high.

There really wasn't much of a decision then. When John was rolling and his back was turned, Jean aimed a mean kick for the back of his head. When he was dazed, Jean grabbed the back of his head and then yanked it forward to smash into his knee, some sweet revenge for what he had done previously to Jean's face.

With the bigger man down for the time being, he dragged John over to a cornerpost and propped him up. He quickly retrieved the discarded shirt once more and when he was back in the corner, he started to tie John's wrists up above his head on the turnbuckle. Jean then poised himself low and in front of John's cock, waiting for the redhead to lock eyes before he would go down on him.

“Ohbhhhhh….mmm….nngghhhh….” John let out. His eyes rolled back from the pleasure, as his cock began to twitch and bob from Jean’s delicious blow job. A drop of precum began to build on the tip of John’s cock, and it was quickly lapped up by Jean. John moaned, but in the back of his mind he knew, without fighting back, he’d never break the bonds on his wrists and get out, he would cum right then and there!


Finally, with a heave of effort, John swung his right leg out, aimed RIGHT for Jean’s nose, trying to knee him once then kick out again, once, twice, and however many time she could manage before Jean got away from his foot. At the same time, John’s biceps and arms strained, veins popping, as he tried to rip the bonds off of the ropes!

Jean grinned into the action as John started to let out the most delightful moans, taking that as a surefire sign that he was doing things right. He continued to bob up and down until a vicious knee knocks him right in the face, knocking his face away in confusion. John tried to continue his assault, flailing his leg and trying to kick him, but Jean wasn't having any more of that! He caught John by the thigh and forced his leg down, and in the process pushed himself up to his knees.

He resettled himself across John's lap, sitting atop those pesky legs and running his hands along the insides of John's biceps. In retaliation for that extra face shot, Jean bent down and bit hard at John's nipple, tweaking the other one between his fingers. As Jean rocked his hips forward, he felt John's cock pulsating with pleasure. He had already teased precum out of him, so the rest ought to be coming along soon.

"If you thought that was good, just wait" Jean grins, lifting himself up using John's shoulders. He lowers himself directly onto John's cock with panting moans, throwing his own head back in pleasure. As good as it felt to have John filling him up, he knew that the redhead was probably feeling even better. With a smirk he started to work himself up and down, his fingers either running through John's hair or still playing with his nipple. It was a dangerous ploy for sure, but Jean was confident he could outlast and overpower John this way.

Each time John gained an inch, Jean regained it and then some. Despite his size, Jean was giving as good as he got! This time, while John struggled against the cheap cloth restraints, Jean was climbing, both up and ropes and up John’s body. He felt Jean’s warmth as the two men were so close, inching together, close and closer…then…

“AGHHH!” The bite both aroused and hurt John, while Jean’s hands tortured his other nipple in turn. Soon, though, there was more he’d have to worry about. John couldn’t even manage words to respond to Jean, as Jean suddenly lifed up and forced his rear over John’s member.

John’s eyes went wide, and he let out a moan of pleasure, as he felt his own cock fill up Jean’s ass. He strained against Jean and the bonds, trying to break free, while at the same time, Jean played with his hair and let John melt. Finally, though, the shirt snapped! John’s wrists broke free…but instead of breaking Jean off, they wrapped around Jean’s body!

John was so taken by what was happening, so turned on by this, that he wrapped his arms around Jean, holding him in place, and brutally CRUUUUSHING Jean in a powerful bearhug. The more Jean rode him, the more John crushed, not even realizing he was sabotaging himself, just going with this awesome feeling!

Jean let out satisfied grunts of pleasure as he watched John all but clock out when he takes him in. As he grows more comfortable with John inside him, he starts to pick up and vary his pace to keep John on the edge of his seat so to speak. The things he's doing to John's body, the hair playing and the stroking of his body, seemed to only further enhance the captivation he has over his captive.

"If I had known.....you were gonna be like this....I would have....bought you dinner first" he chuckled in between moans. He was pleased with the little situation he had created thus far, John was tied up and completely under his control.

Well, at least for a few more seconds anyway. All that bulging and straining of John's biceps was good for something, he broke free of his bindings. At first Jean thought John's arms were going to his hips, to try to control the pace of their little back and forth, but instead the arms begin crushing into his sides.

Jean gasps in sudden surprise from the bearhug, grabbing onto John's shoulders. It had an effect almost instantly, cutting off his ability to breathe freely. There was no way he could know, but he was indeed playing into one of Jean's fetishes right there. Jean threw back his head in ecstasy as he let John continue to crush him, all the while keeping up his pace. If there was even anyone in the arena anymore, Jean didn't have a clue, his entire world consisted of the immediate here and now.

But two could play at the choking game. As John continued to squeeze the life outta Jean's torso, the Frenchie wrapped his arms around John's throat and began his own little game of tug and squeeze with a frontal sleeper. And despite it being a stupid move, Jean couldn't resist planting his lips firmly against John's. It would burn through his oxygen quicker, but it would definitely also turn up the pleasure factor some more. He could feel his climax building but he'd be damned if he didn't milk the life out of John first!

John may not have known that Jean liked breath play….but Jean also couldn’t know that John loved it too!

The two men choked each other, John crushing his body, and now Jean locked in an amazing front sleeper! John was in a trance, his eyes rolling back, his mouth locked with Jean’s. He moaned and groaned, struggling to breathe, while his cock slammed in and out of Jean’s ass. He forgot all about the match, all about fighting, he was just busy fucking and crushing his opponent. Even if Jean’s ass didn’t feel so amazing on him, which it certainly did, the choking and lack of air made it even more difficult for John to remember what he was supposed to be doing.

John’s knees began to crumble, and a sheen of precum lubricated his cock as he thrust it in and out. His tongue wrestled with Jean’s while they made out, but, suddenly, John’s kissing became less intense. His arms SQUEEZED harder, and he let out a scream into Jean’s mouth…John’s cock pulsated, then finally came, filling Jean’s ass with his seed, making John collapse forward, slamming Jean’s back into the mat!

This was single-handedly the best match Jean had ever agreed to, there just simply was no other comparison. He'd done hentai matches before with his ex, but the most fun they had was always afterwards. Here and now he was getting his brains fucked out, his chest compressed beyond compare, and yet he was having the time of his life!

The frontal sleeper seemed to do just the trick to even the odds as they started to make out, tongues going every which way as they stole as much air from the other as possible. Their final assaults on each other finally bore fruit, another few thrusts from John and he did himself in. The redhead collapsed forward on top of Jean with a scream as he came, filling him up with the most delightful sensation.

Jean lay with his arms out to the sides for a moment as the realization of what was happening dawned on him. He had won! He'd actually won! But there was something else bugging him when the referee started to call the winner. His own cock was still rock hard and aching, and it didn't feel very much like he was winning.

Jean wrapped his arms behind John's neck and pulled him closer, leaning up to his ear. "Don't stop, fuck me harder, John!" he demanded in a husky whisper, and he clenched himself around John to drive the point home.