All-Asian Association (AAA)

Ryan Paris:
I'm currently in the venue where ATEEZ's fanmeeting is happening. I'm a casual listener of K-Pop and even though I'm not a big fan of this boy group, I certainly won't waste this chance to meet San. The organizer now asks the VIPs to fall in line and get ready to go up on the stage to meet the boys, but strict protocols are still implemented so we will only be able to shake their hands and greet them briefly. My heart is beating fast as I start stepping up to the stage. I can't take my eyes off of him. He is so fucking hot, and according to rumors from sasaengs (obsessive fans who stalk and follow idols wherever they go), he occasionally does private fights. I wonder if it's erotic. Stop! I can't afford to be horny and freak him out but somehow, I want him to notice me. Now, it's my turn so I quickly shake the members' hands and greet them politely but when it comes to San, I give him a stronger handshake and a wink. "Hello, San. You look so sexy". After that, I finally walked out of the stage. Was I too weird? Too direct? Did I make him uncomfortable? AHHH! What did I do?! I continue stressing out as I walk away.

San Choi:
Each VIP fan passes by, shaking my hand as always. Some look familiar because they’ve been following the tour, while some are definitely the sasaengs I’ve seen too often. Even so, I smile as each one shakes my hand. I love all my fans, and I know this simple interaction has an impact greater than I’ll ever understand. As the line starts winding down, I notice a male fan shaking my members’ hands down the line. He’s dressed as if he’s going to perform with us. His tightly fitted pants accentuating what seems to be an impressive body. I lick my lips and force myself to refocus on the remaining fans leading up to him. As he finally approaches, I extend my hand and feel him tightly grip me, far longer than any of the other handshakes. It’s his words and wink that then catch me off guard. Before I can respond, the staff are rushing him along as his handshake lingered one second too long. I want to look behind me and see him again, but there are still a few fans left I have to meet.
When the last fan finally leaves and only the staff and my members remain, I wave to my members and run off to find my managers. My members are used to this as I often rush to the gym after events, so they head off to return to the dorms. “Hyung!!” I shout to my manager. “I need you to find the male fan that was the end of the line and bring him back!” He looks at me weirdly. “Please, hyung! I never ask for anything else.” That’s a lie, but I know I’m his favorite. He sighs and heads out to look for that fan. My gut tells me I’m about to have some fun tonight.

Ryan Paris:
I am now in the parking area, looking for my car when all of a sudden a person seems to be calling for me. He looks like a staff of some sort, and he said that San is looking for me. My eyes widen as he says that. "W-what?!" I didn't get to process what he said as he just drags me to the backstage room without explaining a thing. What did I do?!

San Choi:
In my backstage room, I spray myself with my cologne (Gucci Guilty) as I get myself ready to meet this fan again. While I’ve invited some fans to meet me before, this feels different. I’m feeling butterflies in my stomach just at the thought of seeing this fan’s face again. But it’s that power that he exuded. A power I need to experience and take down a notch. My adrenaline is rushing at this point as I hear my manager’s footsteps and an additional pair approach my door. I jump onto the couch and lean back, pretending to be cool about all this. The door opens…

Ryan Paris:
The staff opens the door and drags me inside the room. "Here he is, San. Now, don't disturb me" The staff says before leaving us alone. I just stand there awkwardly, wearing a black tight crop top with long sleeves, black leather tight pants, and black boots. I try to look away, acting all shy after being so confident during the fanmeet. "H-hello, San. Umm if I'm here because of the way I greeted you, I'm sorry" I said, assuming that was the reason why I'm here.

San Choi:
Your demeanor has flipped a total 180 since that handshake, making me wonder if I was wrong. I push myself off the couch, strutting over to you as I stand face to face with you. We’re about the same height, I being just 3cm taller, so my eyes glare deeply into yours. There’s a sense of panic, but it’s for sure the same eyes that so confidently winked at me earlier. I take a step back, extending my hand out just as I did earlier in the VIP meet. I wait for you to make a move.

Ryan Paris:
You did not say a thing and start walking towards me. I panic but my feet seem to be glued to the floor. We are now face-to-face, and you deeply glare at my eyes. Your presence is really intimidating. Not to mention, your smell is also intoxicating. This is overwhelming me. I look right back at yours, but it’s a confused look. You eventually step back and extend your hand for a handshake. It took me a while but as soon as I realize what seems to be going on here, I just smirk and let out a chuckle. It seems that the rumors are true. Panic starts to exude off me and gets replaced by confidence again. I glare right back at you, then grab your hand for a tight handshake. "Ryan" I introduce myself.

San Choi:
That smirk and chuckle reassure me. There’s that confidence I saw earlier. I smirk back at you as my grip matches yours. “San. But you already knew that.” Taking a look up and down your body, I can’t help but notice that lower torso exposed by your crop top. Abs peek through, and I believe my instincts are right. I’ve got a fighter in my hand. I release the handshake and place my hand on your shoulder. “I want to take you down. Can I take you to my private gym?”

Ryan Paris:
I bite my lips as you check me out. It looks like I really got your attention. I place my hands inside my pockets as you challenge me, telling me you want to take me down. I smirk and step closer to you until we are face-to-face again. "Take me down huh? We'll see if you have the skills" I said confidently while glaring right at your eyes.

San Choi:
Your glare matches mine. Personal space not existing here, the heat between us is intense. I lean in and peck your lips. Before anything else can happen, I grab the beanies from my vanity and put them on you and over your face. I do the same for myself before grabbing your arm and forcing you to run with me out to my car. We both board my sports car quickly as I speed off before any straggling fan notices I’m here. The entire ride is in silence except for the r&b vibes playing as I rev the engine and speed to my private gym. You appear somewhat tense again, so I reach my hand out to you and grip your hand to reassure you that this is happening.

Ryan Paris:
I smile after you kiss me. This feels so surreal. This is like what every fan has dreamt of. I thought this only happens in movies or webtoons but it's happening to me, but the difference is that we will fight for dominance. Is this for real? Am I not dreaming? You hold my hand as you drive, giving me assurance. I smile as this situation seems to be kinda romantic. It's not like this is an idol-fan relationship but it looks like that. I can't help but chuckle and enjoy this. A few minutes pass and we eventually arrive at your private gym.

San Choi:
“Put your beanie back on,” I finally say after the drive. Though it’s a private gym, I know that someone may still try to get photos of me, so better safe than sorry. I cue for you to follow behind me as we enter the gym as if nothing more than some gym bros. Inside, the gym is a large warehouse space with equipment and weights galore. The hallmark feature though is the ring that stands proudly at the center of the building. As I guide you in and you take in the sight, I pull off your beanie once again and toss it to the table near the entrance. I ruffle your hair to fix it, but it stays messy. I can’t help but smile at how endearing you look as you gaze around the gym, and I can’t help but to lean in to kiss your cheek.

Ryan Paris:
I get out of the car and follow you to the gym. I knew that idols need to be discreet especially about their private lives, but I honestly don't fully understand how discreet they need to be until now that I'm experiencing it firsthand. No freedom at all. It's kinda depressing to be honest. We are now inside, and I can't help but get mesmerized by your gym. It has everything, even a ring in the center. I smile as you fix my hair and kiss my cheek. "I never expected that San Choi, who has a very intimidating stage presence, is a sweet guy." I chuckle. "So, you own all this?" I ask and look around again.

San Choi:
“Yeah. The gyms where other idols frequent are fine, but it’s difficult to have.. fun, since anyone can purchase a membership to those spaces. I figured I work out often enough, and a ring is so rare to find that I decided to include one here. Fitness, fights, and fu—n. The three F’s around here.” I laugh as I caught myself at the last word. I wonder if you can smell the musk of the other men who’ve left their marks here. “So, Ryan.” I turn back to face you. “I told you I’m taking you down. But you’re my guest, so I want you to tell me how this is all going to go.” I stare into your eyes searching for that intensity from before, hoping for the stipulations that will push us to our limits.

Ryan Paris:
The smell of this gym is....disturbing. Not sure if that's the right word but I feel like you have fought different fighters based on what I smell. It seems that I need my A-game here and this gym needs some cleaning, haha. You face me again, and just like that, any hint of romance is gone. I glare into your eyes and step forward, making us closer than ever. Our noses touching and feeling each other's breaths. We can even hear each other's heartbeat as we get intense. "How about a first-to-cum-loses match? No holding back" I suggest confidently, not breaking eye contact.

San Choi:
Maintaining the glare, the fire apparent in your eyes, I smirk. “Exactly what I was thinking. Bring it on.” I push you away with both arms as I strip my hoodie off revealing my bare V-shaped torso. My shoulders are feeling especially wide today as the thrill and confidence push me to strut my prized area. I move to the ring, grabbing the oil nearby as I spread it over my torso and arms. Some of it spills onto my leather pants and boots, the same I wore during our “Cyberpunk” performance. I slide into my ring under the bottom rope, then prop my legs on the middle and bottom rope, supporting myself on the top rope. “I don’t have any gear for you, so I hope you’re ready to fight in those tight pants of yours or whatever you’ve got on underneath!”

Ryan Paris:
You shove me back and strip your hoodie, revealing your muscled arms and torso. I must say, it still leaves me in awe even though I have seen it a lot in YT and during the fanmeet. You walk towards the ring and put oil all over your body before entering the ring. I start taking off my crop top as well, leaving my pants and boots on like you. I walk towards the ring and grab the bottle of oil, spilling what remains inside onto my torso and arms. I slide into the ring under the bottom rope and look at you cautiously as we circle each other. I'm so horny right now, my cock is swelling up.

San Choi:
I’m amused and somewhat flattered seeing you dress so similarly to me. As we circle up, I notice your cock bulging in your pants. “Interesting,” I think to myself considering that this is a first to cum matchup. Rather than start with dirty tactics, I stop pacing and extend both my arms up in the air. I lift my chin at you, inviting you to show me your strength.

Ryan Paris:
I smirk as you challenge me for a strength test. I come at you and interlock our fingers to see who is stronger. We glare at each other and grunt, trying to dominate the other. After several seconds, we still seem to be on an equal footing. Not surprising since we have the same body type. I switch things up and kick your vulnerable abs, making you bend over. I let go of your fingers and quickly wrap my right arm around your neck for a front head lock while you were stunned. I lock my right arm with my left hand, squeezing your neck more as I send my knee to your abs again. "Still think you can take me down, San?" I snarl.

San Choi:
With any other opponent, this test of strength would have ended in 10 seconds, either because of my strength or because I employ a dirty tactic. Our prolonged stance is what causes me to be caught off guard when you break the hold by kicking me square in my abs. Without any time to react, I’m choked against your arms in this head lock. “Fuck, he’s fast.” I think to myself. Still, I’ve been in similar situations before. Clasping my hands together, I use the opposite hand to push my elbow full force into your ribs. You grunt and bend a bit, still not letting go. Your stance is adjusted though, leading to a second elbow to your ribs and a stomp on your foot with my dancer’s leg. You can’t help but let go as you hop away from me in pain.

Ryan Paris:
I step back and clutch my ribs, letting you go because of your assaults. Good thing, I wore my boots, or you would have crushed my foot. We both recover from each other and eventually raise our fists, circling each other. I charge towards you and send a kick to your chin. I don't care if that connects or not but that will leave you wide open. I drop my foot and lunge towards you, sending a right uppercut to your abs then a left hook to your jaw.

San Choi:
Sensing a distraction when your kick doesn’t land, I flex my abs for good measure. It’s good intuition in my part as your uppercut hits hard but is met with my hard 8-pack. What I don’t see coming is the agile left hook that follows, knocking my head back as I stumble backwards to the ropes. I support myself on the top ropes, spitting out after that blow as I adjust my neck and jaw. It’s not the pain that’s catching me off guard, but your agility. It’s time to bring my A-game because it’s obvious this fan isn’t holding back. This holds true as you charge for me, aiming to spear me while I’m leaning against the ropes. At the last possible moment, I spin to my right, and you spear right through the ropes, landing on the concrete floor outside the ring. “Too close for comfort,” I think to myself. With you struggling to get up after your unplanned landing, I jump up on to the top turnbuckle, diving off to land on your back with a moonsault.

Ryan Paris:
I guess I got too excited and made an impulsive spear which ended up making me fall on the concrete floor, landing on my arms. I'm not usually like this. I guess I should think rationally from now on. I groan as I try to get up, but I feel you heavily land onto my back, send me back to the ground. "F-fuck" I grunt. This fucking bastard is insane. Is he ok? He could have gotten himself killed if I fucking avoided that. Well, even if I see it coming, I guess I would take it rather than letting him land on the concrete floor. I smirk and chuckle even though I’m in pain and dazed.

San Choi:
It was a painful move, but it seems to have done the necessary damage. I get back on my feet and pick you up with your waistband. With the other arm, I knock my forearm into your back just below your neck, allowing me to easily roll you back into the ring. Sliding back in under the top rope and with you breathing hard as you lie on your back, I move to your legs and lift them up. Jumping into the air with my legs parallel to your body, landing full force against your bulging crotch and lower body. As you reel in pain, I get up off you, stepping on your bulge before giving you a chance to recover as I crouch at a nearby ringpost.

Ryan Paris:
You roll me back into the ring as I'm still stunned from your recent assault. Before I can even get away, you lift my legs up and land your legs to my bulge and lower abs. "AUGH!" I arch forward, clutching my bulge and abs. You were not finished and step on me before walking away. "F-fuck" I mutter. I'm fucking pissed right now. After a few seconds, I try my best to get up, grunting and facing you. I look at you angrily as you crouch in the corner.

San Choi:
Your expression intrigued me. There’s an obvious desire to win mixed with rage towards my assault on you. I stand back up only to return to leaning against the top turnbuckle and ropes. One arm reaches down cupping just below my crotch, and I pull up on it twice, taunting you to come and attack.

Ryan Paris:
I roll my eyes and smirk as you taunt me. Somehow, I find it insulting but I wouldn't let this opportunity to get away. I stand straight up and lunge towards you, rising my knee at the last second to hit your bulge. I step back as you bend over and groan. I push you back against the turnbuckle and smack your face hard. I step back again and send a kick to your abs, making you bend over again. I quickly wrap my right arm around your head and grab your bulge with my left hand, squeezing it as I also lift you up and flip you over me for a suplex. I slam you down the canvas and I quickly stand up and turn around to look down at you. "Fucking bitch" I think to myself as I pant.

San Choi:
The barrage of attacks was one thing, but the bulge grab suplex gets me worked up. Adrenaline rushing despite the pain, my bulge also tightens my pants further. “Not yet,” I tell myself as I try to calm my eager cock. You’re panting furiously above me, and I can see that you’re also turned on by your assault. As you continue breathing and glaring, I muster the energy to roll to my side giving me enough room to kick myself back up and lunge at you with a clothesline. As we both fall down together, the same arm that slammed you down moves quickly to your desperate bulge and cups it before squeezing hard. I then adjust myself to rest my other hand on your chest just below your throat. Both hands pushing down on you, I tease you by doing push ups against your body, kissing your mid-section each time I go down. I then raise myself up to a handstand position, applying my full weight into my hands still on your crotch and chest. You scream out in pain, signaling me to end the move by dropping my knees down into your mid section before jumping off you.

Ryan Paris:
You slam me down with a clothesline and quickly grab my bulge, squeezing it. "ARGH!" I grunt. You adjust your position and place your free hand on my chest before doing push-ups. I didn't mind your kissing and your hand on my chest, but the cock grab is just frustrating.
After a few more reps, you do a handstand putting your whole weight on my chest and cock. Not only is my bulge in pain, but it’s harder to breathe as you put pressure on my chest. I knew what you were going to do so I flexed my abs before your knee drops to my abs. “AUGH!” Luckily, I was prepared but the knee drop still takes the wind out of me as you walk away and lean against the ropes cockily. It takes a while for me to recover but I try my best to stand up, clutching my abs and groaning. I glare at you, and you just seem to be waiting for me and take my turn. Your cocky attitude is just insulting but you are skilled, so I guess you have every right to be.
I need to keep up with his endurance. As I try to recover, you charge towards me. I need to counter this one. I suck up the pain and jump up sending a dropkick, one foot to your abs and one foot to your bulge, as you lunge towards me. I use your own momentum to do some impactful damage making you stumble back to the ropes. As you lean back and recover, I quickly get up and chop your throat, stunning you. I grab your head under my armpits and fall backwards for DDT, planting your head to the canvas. I send an elbow to the back of your neck as you get up slamming your head back down again to the canvas before rolling away and getting up.

San Choi:
Despite how intense your attacks were I still muster the strength to stand back up, ready for more albeit with far more bruises and sore spots than when we began. You are not logged in.
Arms both raised I go to lock up with you again, both of us in peak competitive spirit. As we grip each other, I take a chance and let go, quickly jumping to send a drop kick to your knee. As you crouch down, my attacks continue with a knee to your nose, knocking you onto your back. I roll you over so you’re on your stomach, knee down onto your lower back as I lift one of your legs up into a half Boston crab while the other hand continues to squeeze and twist your bulge.

Ryan Paris:
Good thing my abs were flexed but you send another knee to my nose which made me instantly bleed. I clutch my nose as you send a hard knee to it. "F-fuck" I fall on my back, and you quickly flip me over for a half boston crab while your free hand squeezes my bulge. I groan and shake my head to regain my focus. I use my flexibility to send a hard mule kick 2 times with my free legs to your bulge. I also send a hard left fist 2 times to your sides behind me, forcing you to let me go and crawl away, groaning. I shake my head again still a little dazed, from your knee to my nose but I quickly stand up and turn around, sending a kick to your bulge, in between your legs. You fall on your stomach, and yell in pain. I jump up and land my foot on your thighs to pin them down. I lean down grabbing your head, yanking you backwards until I sit down on the canvas. As you arch backwards, I quickly wrap your head with my right arm, making you smell my pits. I wrap your left arm with my other arm before locking my hands behind you.

I hold you now in a dragon sleeper, planning to knock you out so I can have my fun. I flex my right arm more, squeezing your neck and making you smell my pits more as I also stretch your back. I lean backwards, adding more pressure with my foot on your thighs to hold you in place.

San Choi:
The smell of your pits allures me with its mix of musk and sweat. I’m in a compromised position with nearly no means of escape. My right arm being the only limb able to move, I force my back to lean back just a bit and take advantage of my wide shoulder that gives me just enough leverage to land a few sharps jabs at your jaw as you try to apply more pressure against me. One final fist is directed to your nose as your head turns to me, and I muster all the strength I can into this one punch.

Ryan Paris:
You were able to send a sharp jab to my jaw, but I did not let you go and got to avoid the next ones. You pull back another fist for a very forceful punch, but I lean my head back to avoid it, but you were still able to graze my lips, cutting it open. You are tough. Need to go all out now. After a few more seconds, I let your head and arms go but slam your head to the canvas as we forcefully lean forward. I grab a handful of your hair and continue to slam your head repeatedly to the canvas, dazing you. I flip you over and sit on your chest, pinning your arms down with my knees. "You like punching faces huh? Here you go" I thought to myself. I proceed to send hard jabs to your jaw, mouth, and nose. Both of us are bleeding at this point. I get off of you and stand up grabbing your hair to pull you up on your feet. I send a knee to your bulge before rushing us towards the corner, slamming your head hard to the turnbuckle to KO you. You fall on your back as I step away, looking at your body. You seem to be unconscious now.

San Choi:
Blood and sweat are all that I smell at this point. “Is this it? Does it end here?” You seem to be observing from afar as I have a chance to actually breathe, no longer defending my beaten body. I spit out to the mat in front of me. “Fuck, that’s a lot of blood.” I wipe away the blood on my face with my hands, leaving a bloody print on the mat to my side. Realizing the match stipulations still aren’t satisfied, I realize there still may be a chance. I continue lying on the floor, breathing slow and deep breaths as I prepare myself for when you come over to claim me in “victory.”

Ryan Paris:
"Hah..." I smirk and let out a humorless chuckle. You are fucking tough. Impressed that you are still conscious after all that. I step closer to you and grab your arms, dragging you to the ropes. I put your arms over the second to the last ropes and put the bottom ropes over it, trapping you arms while sitting down. "Don't fight back or your chances of winning will be 0" I threaten you. We are not done because the rule is that the first one to cum loses. While you are trapped, I take your boots off, then your leather pants and lastly your underwear, revealing your hard cock. I lick my lips as I stand up and observe your beaten naked body in front of me. Honestly, I don't care if I cum first because of what I'm about to do. I'm fucking satisfied at how I beaten your body. It's time to have some fun. I take off my boots and pants in front of you as well as my briefs, showing my nude sexy body. I take my socks off and tie both of your arms to completely trap you while I have some fun.
I straddle your hips and lean down to kiss you, tasting our blood. "Don't worry, San. You will feel good, and you MIGHT win if you can hold your load" I smirk, grabbing your cock from behind and rubbing your tip against my hole. I continue to kiss you roughly and playfully bite your bloody lips as I take control.

San Choi:
As you drag me over, strip me, and tie me up, I realize something. “This.. is EXACTLY what I had planned to do to him had the match turned out differently.” I smile knowing exactly what’s coming ahead, and I smirk into your kiss, letting you bite down and draw blood from my lips without resistance. With my tip right at your hole and our wet, bloody, and oiled bodies, I’m able to get my cock to squeeze into your tight hole as I enjoy what little control I have left by thrusting up hard.

Ryan Paris:
"Argh f-fuck" I grunt. It's too rough. I pull your cock out of my ass for a while to lube it up. I wipe my body off to get some oil and spit on my hand before massaging it to your whole length. I try again and push my ass down to your cock as you thrust up hard. I let go of your cock as I fully suck it in me. I start riding you, in rhythm with your thrusts. I tighten my insides as we go faster and harder. I spit on my right hand and stroke my cock as well. I bite my lips, holding back moans of pleasure.

San Choi:
The speed is dangerous as I can feel you attempting to milk me dry before your own cock cums. Tied up and left with little options, I lean my face forward as much as possible, managing to reach my mouth to your nipple as I suck hard against it, giving it a nibble when it perks up. My tongue does what it cans to increase the sensations across your body, with my cock digging deeper in seek of your prostate.

Ryan Paris:
smirk as you reach my nipple with your mouth. I even lean forward so you can have fun. You are sucking it so well and playfully nibble it. "F-fuck....UGH!" I let out a surprised moan as you hit my prostate. "F-fuck yeah~" I let out a satisfied sigh. I adjust my position so you can pound my prostate with every thrust. I can't stop moaning as I bounce on your hips fast. I am still stroking my cock hard and fast as pre-cum oozes out of my slit. I push your head off me and start kissing you roughly. My free hand goes to your nipples to rub and pinch as well. I clench my insides even more, squeezing and stimulating your cock more inside me.

San Choi:
Your lips and hole are putting me dangerously close. Despite all of your beatings to point where I became a bloody mess, this is the first time this whole match I panic. Thrusting and hitting that prostate is key, but your hole is clenching me and making me cum leak too much. Your hand fondling my nipples is totally unfair at this point. I break the kiss, push your head to the side to expose your ear to me. Straining myself as I’m still strapped down, I nibble your ear lobe and lick your inner ear all before whispering, “Cum for me,” in that seductive voice you heard during the fan meeting.

Ryan Paris:
You pull away and go for my ears, licking and nibbling it. I can't help but close my eyes as you seduce me expertly. Well, you are an idol, and you are an expert at teasing your fans. I feel my load starting to build up as you whisper to me, but I try my best to not explode as I stroke myself and your cock pounds my prostate. My free hand is still on your nipple, and I seduce you as well by kissing and licking your neck up until I reach your ears too. I lick your inner ears as well before whispering "Why don't YOU cum for me, HYUNG?" I seductively said in a low deep voice, stressing out the last part which can probably set you off. I continue to bounce faster and faster, controlling it a little to make you hit my prostate over and over.

San Choi:
Unknown to you, but my members pull those antics when we’re all the time, making your sexy whisper ineffective other than increase my desire to dominate you. “Cuties, first,” I moan out as I suck against your neck, just above your collarbone, leaving what marks I can from my constrained position. As confident and cool as I’m portraying myself, your hole and nipple play is putting me dangerously close.

Ryan Paris:
I hum in pleasure as you start sucking my neck, leaving marks on it. I push your head off me with my free hand and suck and bite your neck as well. I'm not the only here leaving with a hickey. My free hand goes back to your nipples again while I work on your neck. My right arm still stroking my cock fast and hard as I ride you. After I'm satisfied, I kiss you again deeply, forcing my tongue inside your mouth to assert my dominance. I continue to rub your nipple harder, kiss you passionately and gyrate my hips to finally make you cum since I feel like I'm about to give in.

San Choi:
“Fuck. No!” My mind is screaming as my cock wants to cum, but my desire to win is too strong. Our tongues wrestle just as we grappled earlier, but my tongue has been trained from all of the facial expressions I pull on stage. My teeth bite your lips to limit your continued assault, but I’m losing control of everything else other than the momentum of my thrusts. In a last-ditch effort, I slow my thrusts and jab my cock into your prostate instead, making sure each hit is as hard as your punches to my face that made me bleed.

Ryan Paris:
You were still able to hold your load and fight back by biting my lips and pounding my prostate harder then ever. After a few more thrusts, I can't hold my load anymore and shoot ropes and ropes of me cum onto your abs, moaning into your mouth as we kiss. My ass tightens more than ever as I cum so after a few seconds, you moan out loud as well and shoot your cum inside me. I continue to stroke my cock until I the last rope of cum oozes out of my slit. I guess this is the perfect of example of "you won the battle but not the war" but like I said, I don't mind cumming first. As we kiss, I smother me cum all over your body. Both of my hands are now rubbing and pinching both of your nipples as I still ride you, squeezing all that cum out of you.

San Choi:
The moment your hot cum whips my body, my body instantly gives in especially with your hole squeezing me so tight. My load blows and fills you deep inside, and I finally let out a moan that echoes throughout the gym. My body is shaking out of pure exhaustion, my head going limp against your shoulder. You continue your erotic tactics, but you’ve completely knocked me out. I won the match in the end, but I can’t help but acknowledge you as a truly dominating force. My lips leave small pecks against your collarbone, before blacking out.

Ryan Paris:
As you pass out, adrenaline exudes out of my body as well, making me feel the pain again and exhaustion from our fight. I'm fucking tired and spent. I just lay on top of you and kiss your cheek before I rest my head on your shoulder. I was just a fan a few hours ago and now, I seem to be a friend and rival of my idol. I adore him even more now. I honestly never expected him to be so dominating and skilled. I thought it was only his looks, but I was wrong. What a rollercoaster ride this is. I wonder how many idols are like him. I close my eyes as I think about all these, but I eventually pass out as well laying on top of him.

Published: 2023-05-09, viewed 54 times.