[FIGHT PERVERT]
Calun was doing his daily run for that morning when he came across Shann, who was also jogging.
Both of them stopped and looked at each other menacingly.
"Hey loser!" Calun called out the other.
"Huh? Who's the loser you say? I beat you the first time," Shann angrily replied.
Both were professional MMA fighters who played in the same tournament.
"And I beat you during the second fight. I finished faster than you did," Calun teased.
"You just got lucky that my body wasn't ripe," Shann grunted.
"What do you say we finish our fight right here, right now and not wait for our third fight next week," Calun challenged.
"Haha! You want to be injured?! Bring it on!" Shann boastfully agreed.
Their body clashed. They started throwing punches and knee kicks. They groaned at each hit received. They were both mad and aggressive.
They did not mind the cold, dirty concrete. They allowed their bodies to fall as they locked each other in holds.
"Oooohhh daaaamn..." a voice moaned.
They stopped and looked up and saw that a man standing by the alley, jacking off while watching them.
The man quickly pulled up his red briefs. "Heyyy... Can I watch you guys and jack off? You're too hot."
"You fucking pervert!" Calun stood and chased the man.
"Waaaait?!" the pervert yelled as he got caught.
Calun undressed himself and the man and started fucking him, "you like that?! Huh?! You pervert!"
The pervert squealed at his every thrust.
Shann also pulled down his pants and started fucking the man's mouth.
The two rivals looked at each other as they ravaged the man in both holes.
"Not bad at fucking, Shann," Calun praised as he quickened his pace.
Shann laughed, "ohh yeaaah this feels good..."
Calun, overwhelmed by lust, held his rival's head and kissed him.
Shann responded to the kiss and muttered, "maybe, we should wait for the tourney to know who's the real loser. And then after that fight, fuck me too?"
"Fuck. Yeah. And you'll fuck me too."
"That's a deal, loser."
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