The bell rings to start the match. The two hunks start towards each other, hesitating to make the first move. Minoura lunges first getting Monzon in a side headlock. Monzon slowly backs to the ropes and pushes back against them to propel Minoura off of him, across the ring. Minoura rebounds back quickly, but Monzon is ready with arms open, lifting the wrestler up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. Minoura steps back, and Monzon can see that part of his ass cheeks have slipped out from his trunks, though the wrestler makes no move to adjust them. Instead he charges back at his gawking opponent and hits Monzon with a clothesline. Monzon braids flip up as he flops on his back. Minoura follows it up, stomping on him until Monzon rolls away toward the ropes, hoping that'll protect him. But it doesn't. Minoura presses his left foot on Monzon's head and steps up on the rope with his right, squashing him until the ref pushes him off. Minoura takes a few steps back, flexing his biceps, seeming to give Monzon time to push himself up. But the pornstar is barely on his hands and knees and Minoura kicks at him again. He pulls on Monzon's braids to pick him back up, a move that lights fire in Monzon to fight back. At Minoura begins to lift him for a suplex, Monzon blocks it with his foot. He counters, lifting Minoura up and holding him with a delayed vertical suplex, before slamming him down. The whole ring trembles upon impact. Minoura is slow to get up, using the time to rub the pain in his spine. The two men stand at the same time, there's now more than lust in their eyes as they each seek to get revenge on the other. Minoura lunges first again, but Monzon side steps out of the way, letting him run to the ropes. When the wrestler rebounds back Monzon is in the air and connects with a dropkick. Minoura falls on his back and rolls to his side, his trunks getting more and more clenched in his ass. Monzon tries to remain focused and pulls on the back waistband of Minoura to get him up, giving him even more of a wedgie. He lifts Minoura with a side suplex. He slides on top of him for the pin, but Minoura punches out after one.
The wrestler stands up, trying to shake Monzon's last attacks off of him. They circle around, though this time Minoura is waiting for Monzon to make a move. The pornstar reaches for him, but Minoura gets behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Trying to free himself, Monzon pushes his ass back against Minoura's groin, but that only turns them both on. Minoura lifts Monzon up and slams him down, and then pulls the pornstar back up and whips him into the corner. Monzon's back snaps hard against the turnbuckles, making a noise so loud that even the audience winces. Minoura runs at him with a bodysplash, squashing him in the corner. When Monzon staggers out in a daze Minoura charges at him from the side with a shoulder block, knocking him off his feet. The wrestler rolls him on his back and slides on top of him for the cover, but Monzon throws Minoura off of him before he can get the three-count.
Minoura stands right over him, taunting him as Monzon tries to pull himself up. The pornstar punches at Minoura, but the wrestler doesn't even flinch. He strikes him again, still nothing. Monzon gets back to his feet and swings his fist, but Minoura ducks and runs to the ropes. He rebounds back with a crossbody, taking Monzon down. Monzon somehow finds the energy to get right back up. Minoura whips him across the ring and when Monzon comes back the wrestler hits a high knee to the head. He races over to grab Monzon and sticks his head between his legs and lifts him up with his R-301, a spinning sitout suplex slam. He plants him in the middle of the ring and holds his shoulders down. One. Two. Thr-- Monzon kicks out.
Minoura looks furious, and protests to the ref that he didn't count fast enough. When he turns to face Monzon the pornstar grabs his trunks and rolls him up in a small package. One. Two. Thr-- Minoura breaks free before the upset victory is solidified.
They both square off again, but Minoura has had enough. He kicks Monzon in the gut and then lifts him on to his shoulder and plants him down with RAS piledriver. He lies across him as the ref, still slowly, counts out: One. Two. Three. And with that the wrestler stands up and raises both arms in victory.
Minoura does a double-take when he sees the pornstar alone at the bar this early in the morning. He was hoping to run into him at the gym, but he'll gladly take him at the bar. He wishes he were wearing something more than just the sweats he has on, but he doesn't want to risk going to his room and changing and having Monzon leave. So instead he takes a breath and sits right next to the pornstar.
Monzon is irritated when he hears someone taking the seat next to him. It's an empty bar, do they really have to sit right next to him? He then glances over--
"Oh."
He feels embarrassed for having the negative thoughts now that he sees it's Minoura beside him. His heart beats faster, eliminating any chance of him falling asleep now, not that he wants to at this moment. Still he doesn't know what to say, so he smiles at the wrestler which turns into a blush.
Minoura blushes right back at Monzon and attempts to strike up a conversation, telling Monzon in Japanese that he looked good in their match. Monzon doesn't know a lick of Japanese and nods his head, wondering if that's enough of a response for the wrestler.
"No understand?" Minoura asks in English.
"No, sorry," Monzon laughs, wondering if he should be embarrassed for coming to Japan and not knowing the language. "Hablas español?"
Now it's Minoura's turn to laugh, why would he know Spanish? He shakes his head. He tries again in English, "You look nice out in the ring."
"Oh, thank you. You look better though."
Minoura isn't sure if Monzon understands him, so he puts his hand on the pornstar's thigh. Holding it there. The blood flows to Monzon's dick, getting him hard at Minoura's touch. It seems like the action translates easier than any words. The pornstar turns to him and leans in, his breath smelling of wine, and puts his lips on Minoura's. Minoura kisses him back, like he can't get enough. One hand cups at the back of Monzon's head and fingers of the other hand rubbing his thigh. When he finally pulls back Monzon chuckles again, reduced to acting like a nervous school boy. The wrestler takes out a pen and jots on a napkin four numbers -- his room number.
"Come, meet me," Minoura says pointing at the numbers.
Before Monzon can reply the wrestler gets up and heads to the elevators. Monzon doesn't want to wait and downs the last of his wine and waves for the bartender. The bartender is slow to present the bill, letting Minoura take the elevator up by himself. Monzon scribbles his room number down for it to be charged to his room and then hurries over to the elevators, unsure how long he'll be able to maintain this second wind and stay awake.
The elevator ride up to Minoura's room seems like it's hours, even though it's barely a minute. Monzon turns down the hall, double checking every room number he passes until he ends up at the wrestler's room. He knocks on the door, only now wondering if he should have gone to his room first to freshen up. But it's too late as the door opens and he sees Minoura now changed out of his sweats and wearing his gold jacket.
"Welcome," he says pulling Monzon in.
Their lips connect again. Minoura holds Monzon's body against his and it's only then that the pornstar realizes that Minoura is naked underneath the coat. Monzon drops down to his knees, kissing the uncut cock in front of his face. He feels the blood rushing to it once his hand grabs hold, stroking it. He pulls back the foreskin and laps his tongue across the head making the wrestler sigh. As he sucks the head in his mouth Minoura sheds his coat, letting it drop to the floor. He then lifts Monzon up, pulling his mouth off his dick, and helps him take off his clothes. He then carries him in his arms to the bed. There the men lay on their sides, bodies shaking with pleasure as they suck each other off. No words are exchanged between the two, not that they'd really understand each other, as they focus on their blowjobs. Despite neither of them saying anything, it's not quiet, as they're both moaning with their mouths full of dick as they dual-pleasure each other.
Spit leaks from the corners of Minoura's mouth and pre-cum soon overflows and spilt down his neck as the wrestler tries to match Monzon's dick sucking enthusiasm. His cheeks suck inwards to better grip the cock within as he swallows the whole thing. Monzon bobs his head crazily, deep-throating the entire length down his throat, all while fondling the balls with his hands. Minoura wriggles a few of his fingers up towards the pornstar's ass, prodding the area with his digits as he sucks on the head of Monzon's cock.
"You want my ass?" Monzon asks in Spanish.
Minoura doesn't know what he said, but nods as a reply. Then he tells the pornstar to "Stand."
Minoura blushes right back at Monzon and attempts to strike up a conversation, telling Monzon in Japanese that he looked good in their match. Monzon doesn't know a lick of Japanese and nods his head, wondering if that's enough of a response for the wrestler.
"No understand?" Minoura asks in English.
"No, sorry," Monzon laughs, wondering if he should be embarrassed for coming to Japan and not knowing the language. "Hablas español?"
Now it's Minoura's turn to laugh, why would he know Spanish? He shakes his head. He tries again in English, "You look nice out in the ring."
"Oh, thank you. You look better though."
Minoura isn't sure if Monzon understands him, so he puts his hand on the pornstar's thigh. Holding it there. The blood flows to Monzon's dick, getting him hard at Minoura's touch. It seems like the action translates easier than any words. The pornstar turns to him and leans in, his breath smelling of wine, and puts his lips on Minoura's. Minoura kisses him back, like he can't get enough. One hand cups at the back of Monzon's head and fingers of the other hand rubbing his thigh. When he finally pulls back Monzon chuckles again, reduced to acting like a nervous school boy. The wrestler takes out a pen and jots on a napkin four numbers -- his room number.
"Come, meet me," Minoura says pointing at the numbers.
Before Monzon can reply the wrestler gets up and heads to the elevators. Monzon doesn't want to wait and downs the last of his wine and waves for the bartender. The bartender is slow to present the bill, letting Minoura take the elevator up by himself. Monzon scribbles his room number down for it to be charged to his room and then hurries over to the elevators, unsure how long he'll be able to maintain this second wind and stay awake.
The elevator ride up to Minoura's room seems like it's hours, even though it's barely a minute. Monzon turns down the hall, double checking every room number he passes until he ends up at the wrestler's room. He knocks on the door, only now wondering if he should have gone to his room first to freshen up. But it's too late as the door opens and he sees Minoura now changed out of his sweats and wearing his gold jacket.
"Welcome," he says pulling Monzon in.
Their lips connect again. Minoura holds Monzon's body against his and it's only then that the pornstar realizes that Minoura is naked underneath the coat. Monzon drops down to his knees, kissing the uncut cock in front of his face. He feels the blood rushing to it once his hand grabs hold, stroking it. He pulls back the foreskin and laps his tongue across the head making the wrestler sigh. As he sucks the head in his mouth Minoura sheds his coat, letting it drop to the floor. He then lifts Monzon up, pulling his mouth off his dick, and helps him take off his clothes. He then carries him in his arms to the bed. There the men lay on their sides, bodies shaking with pleasure as they suck each other off. No words are exchanged between the two, not that they'd really understand each other, as they focus on their blowjobs. Despite neither of them saying anything, it's not quiet, as they're both moaning with their mouths full of dick as they dual-pleasure each other.
Spit leaks from the corners of Minoura's mouth and pre-cum soon overflows and spilt down his neck as the wrestler tries to match Monzon's dick sucking enthusiasm. His cheeks suck inwards to better grip the cock within as he swallows the whole thing. Monzon bobs his head crazily, deep-throating the entire length down his throat, all while fondling the balls with his hands. Minoura wriggles a few of his fingers up towards the pornstar's ass, prodding the area with his digits as he sucks on the head of Monzon's cock.
"You want my ass?" Monzon asks in Spanish.
Minoura doesn't know what he said, but nods as a reply. Then he tells the pornstar to "Stand."
Monzon stands still in the middle of the bed as he feels Minoura examine his ass. His mouth hangs open once he feels his thick cheeks being spread and prying fingers opening his asshole just a bit followed by the wrestler's tongue tracing a slow circle around his opening.
"Ah, fuck," Monzon cries.
That's a word Minoura understands, encouraging him to keep going. His tongue flicks and traces around the pornstar's asshole, causing him to arch his back in delight. That allows Minoura's strong moving jaw and heavy breath to bury in his ass.
"Ohhhh," Monzon moans, an obvious sign that he is in heaven. He even jerks his hips up and down when Minoura's tongue penetrates him. Quivering, and even crying a soft "Noooo" when the wrestler pulls his face out of his ass. Monzon shakily turns around and Minoura pulls him back down to his knees, telling him in Japanese, "Don't worry, you'll like what comes next."
With the pornstar's hole loosened up Minoura begins by kneeling on the bed and fucking him doggie style. Finding that Monzon is instantly relaxed, he quickly pumps his cock into the plump ass faster and faster. Having the wrestler's dick thrust in and out of him certainly fights off Monzon's fatigue, as he moans in Spanish for the wrestler to keep going. Minoura replies in Japanese, grunting and groaning, showing that his athleticism extends beyond the ring.
The horny studs don't keep the action to just the bed. Monzon moves to standing up at the window, looking out at the Tokyo skyline as the sunrises. Finding that Monzon likes it rough, Minoura yanks his hair, pulling his head back, pounding him harder now that they're both upright.
As he feels himself getting closer, Minoura pulls out and tosses Monzon on the bed. He flips the pornstar on to his back and grabs hold of his ankles spreading his legs wide open as he slips his dick back in him.
"Ahhhh," Monzon's eyes roll back as Minoura brushes against his prostate.
The wrestler resumes his rapid pace with a long burst of short, quick thrusts that leave Monzon's entire body trembling. He jerks his dick and comes before he can announce it, squirting his seed all over his own torso. Minoura smiles as he witnesses the climax, though the look in the wrestler's eyes reveal that Minoura is feeling the same intensity. He keeps going, his strokes getting a bit erratic, until it culminates into a long moan as he brings his pounding to nearly a stop.
Monzon rubs his hand up and down Minoura's sweaty abs, in awe of everything.
“Fuck,” Minoura mumbles, one of the few words out of the wrestler's mouth that Monzon understands.
He continues at a slow pace as Monzon feels wetness inside of him from the wrestler's cum coating the inside of his ass. He doesn't move his hand off Minoura, though, instead just claiming a tighter hold on the dick as he rides out his orgasm.
"Ah, fuck," Monzon cries.
That's a word Minoura understands, encouraging him to keep going. His tongue flicks and traces around the pornstar's asshole, causing him to arch his back in delight. That allows Minoura's strong moving jaw and heavy breath to bury in his ass.
"Ohhhh," Monzon moans, an obvious sign that he is in heaven. He even jerks his hips up and down when Minoura's tongue penetrates him. Quivering, and even crying a soft "Noooo" when the wrestler pulls his face out of his ass. Monzon shakily turns around and Minoura pulls him back down to his knees, telling him in Japanese, "Don't worry, you'll like what comes next."
With the pornstar's hole loosened up Minoura begins by kneeling on the bed and fucking him doggie style. Finding that Monzon is instantly relaxed, he quickly pumps his cock into the plump ass faster and faster. Having the wrestler's dick thrust in and out of him certainly fights off Monzon's fatigue, as he moans in Spanish for the wrestler to keep going. Minoura replies in Japanese, grunting and groaning, showing that his athleticism extends beyond the ring.
The horny studs don't keep the action to just the bed. Monzon moves to standing up at the window, looking out at the Tokyo skyline as the sunrises. Finding that Monzon likes it rough, Minoura yanks his hair, pulling his head back, pounding him harder now that they're both upright.
As he feels himself getting closer, Minoura pulls out and tosses Monzon on the bed. He flips the pornstar on to his back and grabs hold of his ankles spreading his legs wide open as he slips his dick back in him.
"Ahhhh," Monzon's eyes roll back as Minoura brushes against his prostate.
The wrestler resumes his rapid pace with a long burst of short, quick thrusts that leave Monzon's entire body trembling. He jerks his dick and comes before he can announce it, squirting his seed all over his own torso. Minoura smiles as he witnesses the climax, though the look in the wrestler's eyes reveal that Minoura is feeling the same intensity. He keeps going, his strokes getting a bit erratic, until it culminates into a long moan as he brings his pounding to nearly a stop.
Monzon rubs his hand up and down Minoura's sweaty abs, in awe of everything.
“Fuck,” Minoura mumbles, one of the few words out of the wrestler's mouth that Monzon understands.
He continues at a slow pace as Monzon feels wetness inside of him from the wrestler's cum coating the inside of his ass. He doesn't move his hand off Minoura, though, instead just claiming a tighter hold on the dick as he rides out his orgasm.
"That was incredible," Monzon says.
"Your ass was the best ass I've ever had," Minoura admits.
"I don't want this to end," Monzon adds.
"When you're ready I want you to fuck me," Minoura reveals.
The two men then look at each other, wondering what the other was saying. Their hands translate their thoughts as Minoura tugs on Monzon's dick. Just his touch already gets the blood flowing down there. Monzon playfully slaps Minoura's ass, signaling his intentions. Minoura nods and then adds, "Yes," just to make it clear.
Monzon sits up on his knees while Minoura rolls over and arches his back. The pornstar can't take his eyes off of the wrestler's ass, seeing how round and smooth it is outside of the confines of his wrestling trunks. He rubs his hands on the cheeks, liking the little jiggle they give and then leans his face in. As Minoura feels Monzon's hot breath on him, he holds his own breath in. But as Monzon's tongue laps at his hole languidly, tip sliding slowly from one area of muscle to another, Minoura exhales with a moan, yearning for Monzon to not stop. The pornstar continues swirling his tongue around, taking his time eating the ass out. He's not in a rush. Not after the orgasm Minoura gave him, now Monzon is wide awake. He finishes rimming by giving a soft kiss to the still-puckered ring of muscles of Minoura's hole.
Minoura glances back as Monzon climbs on top of him. He closes his eyes as he feels the pornstar's dick brush against his hole. And then it steadily slides into him.
"Ahhhh..." he sighs as he clenches around it, no discomfort at all.
The ends of Monzon's braids tickle his skin, as the pornstar begins to fuck him gently. The soft thrusts get faster, but Monzon likes hearing Minoura's long moans and sighs -- to go any harder, risking drowning him out. He rocks his entire body with each thrust, delivering forceful penetration even with the slower pace. Minoura looks back at him, wondering why he's being so slow.
"Fine," Monzon thinks.
He flips Minoura on his back and grabs ahold of his legs as he resumes barreling his pelvis backwards and forwards without restriction. The sweat from his neck and forehead drip down on Minoura as the pornstar leans in hanging over him. One hand is planted on the bed, like a stake propping him up, while Monzon's other hand squeezes the muscles in Minoura's arms. The way Monzon moves you wouldn't be able to tell he's been up for over 24 hours. Or that he needs sleep. Just smooth, focused thrusts that do the job.
Eventually Minoura asks if he can ride Monzon. Monzon doesn't understand, so Minoura pulls him on the bed and climbs on top of him accepting the fact that his actions are the only thing that's going to translate.
Minoura glances back as Monzon climbs on top of him. He closes his eyes as he feels the pornstar's dick brush against his hole. And then it steadily slides into him.
"Ahhhh..." he sighs as he clenches around it, no discomfort at all.
The ends of Monzon's braids tickle his skin, as the pornstar begins to fuck him gently. The soft thrusts get faster, but Monzon likes hearing Minoura's long moans and sighs -- to go any harder, risking drowning him out. He rocks his entire body with each thrust, delivering forceful penetration even with the slower pace. Minoura looks back at him, wondering why he's being so slow.
"Fine," Monzon thinks.
He flips Minoura on his back and grabs ahold of his legs as he resumes barreling his pelvis backwards and forwards without restriction. The sweat from his neck and forehead drip down on Minoura as the pornstar leans in hanging over him. One hand is planted on the bed, like a stake propping him up, while Monzon's other hand squeezes the muscles in Minoura's arms. The way Monzon moves you wouldn't be able to tell he's been up for over 24 hours. Or that he needs sleep. Just smooth, focused thrusts that do the job.
Eventually Minoura asks if he can ride Monzon. Monzon doesn't understand, so Minoura pulls him on the bed and climbs on top of him accepting the fact that his actions are the only thing that's going to translate.
The gorgeous wrestler moans loudly as he feels the tip of Monzon's cock begin to enter his body again. "Ohh, fuck" he whines as he gently rests on his knees, lowering his rear onto the thick organ below, skewering himself at a gentle pace.
Breathing deeply, the wrestler relaxes his entrance and falls onto the member, wincing as it penetrates his tunnel; his juicy cheeks now resting on Monzon's groin. Lifting himself up, he repeats the movement again, riding Monzon slowly, but building up speed. He looks down at Monzon who nods for him to keep going. Soon the sounds of their bodies colliding fill the room with a repetitive slapping sound, wet and hard as the muscular ass slams against the uncut spear.
"God you feel so good, I want you to ride me forever," says Monzon in Spanish as he clenches his fists and spreads his arms out, biting his bottom-lip hard as his cock is enveloped by Minoura's wet, warm insides.
Minoura continues to bounce on the organ below, his own cock bouncing around wildly. He presses his hands on Monzon's chest, giving them a squeeze. Monzon waits to time it right, then thrusts up in-sync with the man's downwards movements, the sound of the bed squeaking adding to the overall soundscape.
"Ahhh, like that. Don't stop," groans Minoura in Japanese as he feels the veiny, rock-hard penis split apart his winding tunnel, pre-cum oozing inside of his ass and coating the shaft in a temporary lube.
Monzon doesn't know what he said to respond and so he thrusts his hips upwards even harder and faster, just knowing how good it feels to be thrusted into when he's riding. It's enough to get the wrestler howling as Monzon pounds his prostate and stretches his hole, eyes half-closed as he breathlessly relishes the pleasure. And without warning, not that Monzon would understand it, Minoura comes again. He's not even touching his dick, it just squirts out of him as it rocks between Monzon's chest, leaving a steady trail as he continues riding through it. Monzon slaps Minoura's cheeks, keeping them pressed together as his eyes widen, signaling a release of his own. Minoura clenches tight as the warmth from the torrent of hot, creamy cum fills his insides. Monzon lets out a low scream of pleasure as he thoroughly drains every ounce of semen; unable to move as it felt like his legs had hardened into stone. Minoura groans as the warm fluid fill his cavity like so many times before, feeling a large excess spill out.
"Wow," they both exclaim.
Breathing deeply, the wrestler relaxes his entrance and falls onto the member, wincing as it penetrates his tunnel; his juicy cheeks now resting on Monzon's groin. Lifting himself up, he repeats the movement again, riding Monzon slowly, but building up speed. He looks down at Monzon who nods for him to keep going. Soon the sounds of their bodies colliding fill the room with a repetitive slapping sound, wet and hard as the muscular ass slams against the uncut spear.
"God you feel so good, I want you to ride me forever," says Monzon in Spanish as he clenches his fists and spreads his arms out, biting his bottom-lip hard as his cock is enveloped by Minoura's wet, warm insides.
Minoura continues to bounce on the organ below, his own cock bouncing around wildly. He presses his hands on Monzon's chest, giving them a squeeze. Monzon waits to time it right, then thrusts up in-sync with the man's downwards movements, the sound of the bed squeaking adding to the overall soundscape.
"Ahhh, like that. Don't stop," groans Minoura in Japanese as he feels the veiny, rock-hard penis split apart his winding tunnel, pre-cum oozing inside of his ass and coating the shaft in a temporary lube.
Monzon doesn't know what he said to respond and so he thrusts his hips upwards even harder and faster, just knowing how good it feels to be thrusted into when he's riding. It's enough to get the wrestler howling as Monzon pounds his prostate and stretches his hole, eyes half-closed as he breathlessly relishes the pleasure. And without warning, not that Monzon would understand it, Minoura comes again. He's not even touching his dick, it just squirts out of him as it rocks between Monzon's chest, leaving a steady trail as he continues riding through it. Monzon slaps Minoura's cheeks, keeping them pressed together as his eyes widen, signaling a release of his own. Minoura clenches tight as the warmth from the torrent of hot, creamy cum fills his insides. Monzon lets out a low scream of pleasure as he thoroughly drains every ounce of semen; unable to move as it felt like his legs had hardened into stone. Minoura groans as the warm fluid fill his cavity like so many times before, feeling a large excess spill out.
"Wow," they both exclaim.
They remain still for a moment and then Minoura asks, "Shower?"
The warm water feels good on Monzon's skin, keeping him awake. He helps Minoura scrubs his body, enjoying worshipping the athlete's physique. Minoura then gets behind Monzon, his erect dick sliding up between Monzon's cheeks.
"Quieres más?" Monzon says with a laugh.
"Si," Minoura responds.
Monzon chuckles at Minoura's Spanish and pulls his head to his to kiss. The wrestler then shifts behind him and fucks him standing in the shower until they both come again.
After rinsing themselves off again, the two dry off back in the room while taking in the view of the city. Monzon looks at his clothes, knowing he should probably leave. Minoura also looks at the pornstar's clothes, liking that they're in a pile on the floor and not covering Monzon's body. Before Monzon can reach for them, Minoura pulls him near and asks, "Fuck?"
So the two continue their fuck session with Monzon spooning Minoura while he plows into him. Each time they continue fucking it seems longer than the last, savoring every moment as if it could be their last fuck. Yet each time they reach their climax they call out so wildly as if it's been forever since they orgasmed.
After he jerks the last bit of come out of him, Minoura falls down on top of Monzon, holding their sweaty bodies together. Monzon yawns, finally feeling tired. He looks out the window and sees it's dark outside -- how did that happen? He glances at the clock -- it's now 9 pm. Have they really been fucking for sixteen hours? Monzon yawns again. It's a little early to fall asleep, but Monzon has lost count of how long he's been since his last sleep, just like he's lost count how many times he's come. He wraps his arms around Minoura, keeping him in place on top of him like a blanket, and calls him his cure of jetlag.
Minoura doesn't understand what he said, but he understands that neither of them are going to get out of the bed until the morning.
The warm water feels good on Monzon's skin, keeping him awake. He helps Minoura scrubs his body, enjoying worshipping the athlete's physique. Minoura then gets behind Monzon, his erect dick sliding up between Monzon's cheeks.
"Quieres más?" Monzon says with a laugh.
"Si," Minoura responds.
Monzon chuckles at Minoura's Spanish and pulls his head to his to kiss. The wrestler then shifts behind him and fucks him standing in the shower until they both come again.
After rinsing themselves off again, the two dry off back in the room while taking in the view of the city. Monzon looks at his clothes, knowing he should probably leave. Minoura also looks at the pornstar's clothes, liking that they're in a pile on the floor and not covering Monzon's body. Before Monzon can reach for them, Minoura pulls him near and asks, "Fuck?"
So the two continue their fuck session with Monzon spooning Minoura while he plows into him. Each time they continue fucking it seems longer than the last, savoring every moment as if it could be their last fuck. Yet each time they reach their climax they call out so wildly as if it's been forever since they orgasmed.
After he jerks the last bit of come out of him, Minoura falls down on top of Monzon, holding their sweaty bodies together. Monzon yawns, finally feeling tired. He looks out the window and sees it's dark outside -- how did that happen? He glances at the clock -- it's now 9 pm. Have they really been fucking for sixteen hours? Monzon yawns again. It's a little early to fall asleep, but Monzon has lost count of how long he's been since his last sleep, just like he's lost count how many times he's come. He wraps his arms around Minoura, keeping him in place on top of him like a blanket, and calls him his cure of jetlag.
Minoura doesn't understand what he said, but he understands that neither of them are going to get out of the bed until the morning.
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