He was 19. He was innocent. He was a virgin. He told me he wasn’t into risky play.

He is a cute white twink. Raised in a conservative home where men like me were to be feared, never trusted, never touched, never worshipped.

But deep down, he wanted it. You could see it in the way he talked. The way he needed a breeding top to take control. The hesitation that didn’t quite hide the hunger.

We didn’t talk about condoms. He assumed one would appear. But when the moment came, I didn’t offer—and he didn’t ask.

He lay back, legs open, body trembling with the kind of tension that comes from years of repression. I stroked myself slowly—thick, bare, ready—and pressed the head of my cock against his virgin hole.

He stiffened.

I looked him dead in the eyes and asked,

“Are you sure you want it like this?”

He nodded.

That was it.

Not a word about safe. Not a plea for protection.

Just a silent, shaky nod—his whole body screaming for something his mind still didn’t know how to accept.

So I pushed in.

Bare.

Hard.

Deep.

He gasped as my cock broke through—tight and untouched, and suddenly filled.

He didn’t stop me.

Didn’t push me away.

Didn’t even blink when I pushed my raw dark cock deep in him, buried to the base.

I pounded and bred him, like he was a whore. Because in that moment, he was.

I moved slowly at first, watching his face shift—fear melting into shock, then surrender. His fingers pushing into the sheets, his thighs quivered, and his hole… God, his hole opened. Soft. Wet. Eager to be used. Like it had waited its whole life to serve a dark dick raw.

And when I came inside him—deep, raw, no warning—he moaned like he’d just been unlocked.

Later, I asked him if he knew what I meant when I said “are you sure you want it like this” and he thought I meant “are you sure about sex?”

That he’d expected a condom.

I told him the truth:

His body gave me a better answer than words ever could. That was his first time. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t safe. It was rough and raw.

And now, he doesn’t hesitate.

He opens. He serves. He drips with cum.

He knows.

He was raised to say no. But his body has learned to say yes—especially to MEN of colour.