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There's a difference between being fucked and being bred. If you're a bottom, you know what I'm talking about - you know when a man is breeding you, and you know when a man is just fucking you. The question is, how do you know? How about the way he acts? Oh, no, that's not the way; And you're not listenin' to all I sa - wait a minute, that's Cher... I mean, part of it is the way he acts, the subtle shift in tone of his voice, the difference in the position and firmness of his grip, the angle of his hips when he mounts you - I'll never forget one anonymous guy at camp who got up behind me without a word, and even though I couldn't see him in the dark, I could tell the exact position of his body, the same position taken by male animals in the wild for pure reproduction. It became a purely instinctual act of two creatures, and he reached forward and gripped me by the back of the neck as his cock pulsed his seed deep inside me. When he had finished, he pulled up his shorts, and paused to look at me long enough for me to just make out his silhouette and the gleam of his eyes in the night. Then he was gone. Ironically, a comment like "I'm gonna breed your ass, bitch." is not necessarily a prelude to a breeding. It's probably a reliable prelude to a pretty solid fucking, but actual breeding requires a mindset on the part of both the Top and the bottom - although the bottom's mindset is optional (his asset is not). The Top must think of, and by diverse means, convey, that he has Power and is about to convey some essence of that power into the body of the bottom. The Top-As-Breeder must demonstrate that he is in control of the whole setting, that he has intent, that he is going to achieve his goal no matter what, and that he is equipped for the task at hand. When I say "equipped", I know what you're thinking. And you're not wrong. But the last time a man bred me, he was the most consummate breeder I ever encountered. He had it down to a science. This man arrived at the door of my cabin to look at some gear we had talked about earlier. There had been no discussion of hooking up. He carried with him a small bag, but I didn't pay any attention to it. After I offered him something to drink, we looked over the gear, then he commented, "Nice cabin. Is the bed over there?" It was; I showed him. He said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to fuck you." Well, then. After he got me naked on the bed, he opened the small bag he carried, and brought out a small anal lube shooter (legislation should be passed requiring every Top to carry one of these, loaded for insertion) and a small triangular pillow made of foam, covered in blue cloth. "I custom-made this for breeding," he said of the pillow. "It elevates your ass to exactly the right height and tilts your hips to just the right angle for me. Raise up." Height - angle - he must have taken measurements, because true to his word, he had me precisely where he wanted me for the deepest conceivable penetration, the smoothest, longest strokes, the most varied positioning of my legs, the greatest exposure of my hole, my cock and balls, and view of my face. He took his time about it, too, and when he finally unloaded inside me, packed his kit and left, my legs wouldn't stop shaking and my anus kept clenching. After my door closed behind him, I realized he must have intended to breed me from the first time he saw me earlier in the day. He had set his sights, moved on me without hesitation, taken complete control, and bred me like I belonged to him. Hm...I wonder how hard it would be to make an adjustable foam pillow...

I'm a Good Friend (TM)! Last night I was sharing a bottle of wine with a friend - just a regular friend, no funny business! - and after he mentioned he's had rather a long drought I joked that I'd sort him out! And no, I didn't really mean it; it's not that sort of friendship at all, but... Well; he - also jokingly - said he'd take me up on the offer. Well, You know how it goes... The joke got a bit out of hand and before I knew it he - still jokingly - groped my crotch and said "give it to me". I think he was somewhat surprised when I had an instantaneous "reaction" to this... Surprised, but perhaps not unpleasantly... He didn't remove his hand, at any rate, and... Well... One thing leads to another, doesn't it? So he moved off the couch to the floor in front of me and started unpacking my cock and then proceeded to suck it. It seemed rude to stop him, so I let him go to town on my cock... I'm normally around 99.9% bottom, but I do admit I have a perfectly adequate cock of about 7 inches, so you know... I had the required tool at hand, and he was quite pleased with how it grew in his mouth. At least that was the impression I got when he started taking off his clothes while still sucking me. He got up and led me to his bedroom, him completely naked and me fully clothed with my cock hanging out. Well, not really "hanging"... He sat down on his bed and wanted to suck me some more, but if I'm going to top a guy once in a blue moon I'm damned well going to TOP him! So I pushed him down on his back, ordered him to turn around so his head was hanging over the side of the bed, and then I started fucking his mouth while I undid my shirt. I had no clue what sort of sex he was into, so I didn't know if that'd be too rough for him - but when my cock began entering his throat it definitely seemed like he was moaning with pleasure. Either that or he was struggling to breathe. Or a mix of the two... When I pulled out to take of the rest of my clothes his face was read and his eyes were puffy and teary - but he had a big smile on his face, so it seemed I had assessed the situation correctly! He quickly flipped around on the bed and presented his arse to me... Well, what would be the friendly thing to do? Especially after he had taken my cock down his throat so well? So I spread his cheeks and began rimming him! He was moaning and pushing his arse back against my face, and I did my best to get his hole slick and wet with my spit. Ready for a good, solid fucking! It worked, of course, and eventually he was begging for me to fuck him! What would be the friendly thing to do? Sadly, when I got up to align my cock with his hole, he told me the lube and condoms were in the drawer of the bedside table... DAMMIT! I teased him a bit with the head of my cock, and he definitely got what I was trying to tempt him into, so he told me directly to put on a condom and lube up. *sigh* But still, there was a nice, willing arse in front of me, so I put on the damned condom, smothered my cock nd his hole with lube and then I rammed hard into him. If I couldn't take him raw, at least I could take him hard - and from the throat-fucking I assumed he wasn't too worried about taking cock hard and deep. So I thrust into him hard, fast and deep from every possible angle I could until he finally began moaning and shot his load on the bed under him. He asked me to pull out, but I was SO CLOSE, so I grabbed his hips firmly and gave a few final thrusts before I shot my load. I pulled out, carefully removed the condom and tied a knot on it - and hid it in my jeans pocket while he was still panting on the bed with his face buried in the mattress... I then wrapped the empty condom wrapper in a bit of tissue so it looked like the condom was ready to be thrown in the bin. I might not have been allowed to shoot in him, but I wasn't going to waste that load! ... And in a few hours I'll empty the condom into my own ass, using my own cum to lube me up for the cock that will breed me this afternoon!