Asian boy Tyler Wu & Vincent O’Reilly bareback flip fuck on a pool table

The Pool Room | A Naughty Retelling

The Korean pool room was dimly lit, the green felt of the tables stretching out like an invitintion to sin. Tyler Wu padded inside, his flip-flops slapping against the polished floor. He was a petite thing, barely five foot three inches tall, with a lithe yet toned body. His tight jeans hugged his pert bottom, and his vintage band tee stretched taut across his narrow chest.

Tyler was early, as usual. He liked to get his bearings, savor the anticipation that coursed through his veins. Tonight’s tryst was particularly thrilling – a first with his long-distance boyfriend Vincent O’Reilly. The Irishman had just touched down in Seoul, and their reunion couldn’t come soon enough.

The door swung open, and in strolled Vincent, tall and handsome, his blond hair practically glowing under the hangs. Slowly, like a panther stalking its prey, Vincent approached Tyler. In an instant, he had the Asian twink pinned against the wall, his hard, muscled body pressed flush against Tyler’s slight frame.

“Christ, I missed you,” Vincent growled into Tyler’s ear, his voice dripping with need. Tyler shivered, his cock already stiffening in his jeans. He tilted his head in offering, and Vincent took the bait, sucking and nipping at Tyler’s neck until he was sure to leave a mark.

Tyler’s fingers worked at Vincent’s belt buckle, eager to unleash the prize within. Vincent chuckled darkly, helping him yank down his jeans and briefs in one swift motion. Tyler’s eyes widened at the sight of Vincent’s substantial manhood, uncut and practically throbbing with desire. “Fuck, Vince…”

Vincent smirked. “All for you, baby.” He spun Tyler around and bent him over the nearest pool table. Tyler braced himself on trembling arms, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt the heat of Vincent’s body as the Irishman ghosted his lips and tongue over the curve of Tyler’s ass.

“Gonna make you mine,” Vincent purred. He pulled Tyler’s jeans and tighty whities down to his knees, revealing the smaller Asian boy’s lithe legs and ass. Tyler kicked off his flip-flops, allowing Vincent to pull his pants off completely. Tyler flushed with arousal as Vincent’s calloused hands kneaded and massaged his taut globes.

Vincent wasted no time burying his face between Tyler’s cheeks, licking long, exploratory strokes through the cleft. Tyler let out a high-pitched moan, his hips wiggling in encouragement. Vincent’s tongue swirled around his tight pink hole, teasing and flicking at the quivering rim.

“Fuck, your hole tastes so sweet,” Vincent groaned. Tyler’s vision swam with lust, his cock weeping into the felt beneath him. He was beyond words, reduced to breathy whimpers and moans as Vincent tongue-fucked his greedy fuckhole.

Finally, when Tyler couldn’t take anymore, Vincent withdrew. Not to be left wanting, the Irishman grabbed the pre-lubed condom he’d stashed in his pocket and rolled it on. Tyler felt the blunt head of Vincent’s cock pressing insistently against his slick pucker. “Do it,” Tyler gasped. “Fucking breed me!”

Vincent didn’t need to be told twice. In one smooth motion he hilted himself to the root in Tyler’s ass. Tyler howled in ecstasy, his inner walls clenching around the thick intrusion. Vincent set a punishing pace, pounding into Tyler with abandon, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the cavernous room.

“Take it, you tiny fuckhole,” Vincent grunted, his balls slapping Tyler’s taint with each savage thrust. “Gonna fill this tight Asian twat with my seed!”

Tyler could only whimper in agreement, pushing his hips back to meet Vincent’s brutal thrusts. The feeling of Vincent’s fat cock spreading him open, claiming him as his own, was pure bliss. Tyler knew he wouldn’t last long, the intense stimulation driving him towards his peak.

To his surprise, Vincent scooped him up and spun him around, laying him across the pool table’s edge. Tyler locked his legs around Vincent’s hips as the Irishman climbed onto the table, never losing their intimate connection. He resumed his punishing rhythm, drilling Tyler’s prostate with expert precision.

Tyler was beyond thought, lost in the sheer pleasure of Vincent’s cock dominating him, owning him. He could only spout gibberish, his cock miraculously still hard between their undulating bodies. Vincent latched onto one of Tyler’s nipples, biting and sucking the sensitive bud.

With a cry, Tyler came untouched, his ass clenching and fluttering around Vincent’s pistoning cock. Vincent let out a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he painted Tyler’s inner walls with his seed. Jet after jet pumped from Vincent’s cock, filling the condom past its limit.

Finally spent, Vincent slumped over Tyler, their chests heaving in tandem. He brushed the sweat-drenched hair from Tyler’s face, cupping his cheek tenderly. “Fucking hell,” Vincent chuckled breathlessly. “I think I wore you out, baby.”

Tyler managed a weak smile, nuzzling into Vincent’s palm. “Worth it,” he breathed. He shifted his hips, making Vincent hiss as his sensitive cock was stimulated once more.

“Greedy Asian slut,” Vincent teased, biting Tyler’s lower lip. He withdrew carefully, rolling off to the side. He dealt with the condom, wrapping it in a napkin and tossing it towards a nearby trashcan – and missing by a mile.

“Oh my god,” Tyler giggled, shaking his head. “So disgusting.”

Vincent snorted. “Hey, I’m not the one who got bred like a bitch in heat.”

Tyler felt his face heat with embarrassment and arousal. “Fuck you,” he muttered. In the next breath, he was scrambling off the table, covering his modesty with his discarded clothes. “We’re going to find a real bed,” Tyler declared, yanking Vincent to his feet. “Before you completely ruin me.”

Vincent favored him with a shit-eating grin, pulling him close. “Challenge accepted.”

They could hear the cab honking outside, their ride to farther pleasures. Tyler shot Vincent a saucy wink before slipping out the door, hungering for more of the Irishman’s domination. But first, they had to reclaim the title of Seoul’s ultimate power couple. Starting by throwing the cabbies for a loop.

Their work here was done.