end.

Ash sat with his back to his bedroom door, sweat sliding down from his forehead and down the side of his face. It trailed a line to his heaving chest. His posture was slight leaning back and his legs were spread shamelessly toward the headboard of his bed. With his teeth grit, he stroked along his thick length slowly and teasingly, eliciting a low moan. He had all the time in the world, well not entirely, but he had enough to satisfy his needs with a little teasing. 

A moan slipped past his dry lips, only for his tongue to dart out and swipe across his chapped lips. After moistening them he bucked his hips into his hand, eager for more. Much more, more than he could have. It was unfair that with the champion famous life you had a dating ban and with a ban comes frustrations and he had to release it somehow. Ash couldn't buy toys, people would see him purchasing them so whenever he got the chance, it was long sessions with his skillful hand.

In his mind, his hand became the skillful one of, not a girl, but a male. Yes, a male. Ash had always found the same sex more attractive than the other, in fact a girl repulsed him in such ways. No one knew about his little secret, no one would ever know. The male fastened his pace along his shaft, from his throat came a grunt. His hand glided up and down his slick cock, wet with saliva. Pants tore from his throat getting heavier and heavier. He spread his legs wider, planting them on the bed and leaning back completely.

With this position he could easily buck his hips up into his hand at whatever pace delighted him. For Ash and his fetish for teasing, his pace was horrifically slow. Just enough to create friction that only pleasured him for a second or two but brought his heart racing and lusting for more. His left hand roamed all over his body, satisfying his needs elsewhere as well. Ash paused at his nipple, gently tugging and squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger and before long his little nub had hardened tenfold.

His eyes glazed over and he bit down harshly on his lip while his back arched for a few moments but he was far from his release and every time he felt it building he would pause and let the pleasuring feeling fade before starting back up. Finally he allowed himself to go faster, starting at the base and tugging his cock quickly, going no further than half way up his long cock. He waited until he felt he couldn't no longer and stroked higher and higher until he was going from base to tip. 

The throbbing erection, red at the tip was drizzling pre-cum, lubing up the shaft and making it easier to stroke faster. Ash continuously moaned, and being home alone at his house meant he could be as loud as he wanted. His bed began creaking at the pace he was going, thrusting up into his hand and the air. He had left the window open for a new sensation that so far was up to his liking, each time he thrust he felt a gust of wind tickling his tip giving that extra pleasure he enjoyed thoroughly.

His stomach churned, he felt the orgasm building but now that he'd teased enough, he would finally allow his release.

The thought of his old rival almost brought Ash over the edge, another long moan escaped his lips as he traced over his visible abs, sweat layering his skin and making it shine in the dim light. His lips parted with harsh pants as he bucked his hips erratically to finish off. Asg's dark locks stuck to his head, slick and damp, darker in color. With his finally few strokes to his cock, Ash moaned out a name. 

"G-gary.." he bit his lip as he convulsed with a final grunt as his juices squirted from his tip, landing on his heaving chest and mixing with his perspiration. He grinned in spite of himself and waited to catch his breath reaching up to wipe his forehead. His legs collapsed flat against the damp bed sheets and he hugged a pillow close to him, relishing in the after-feeling of his release.