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Click here to see Jason's original blog post... There's this little coffee shop on my corner, like the kind you would find on any streetcorner in America. No, it wasn't a Starbucks, or some other chain, just some little Italian-themed hole in the wall. The tables were home made, and had pictures of Italy laminated into green, white, and red backgrounds. I'm not a regular coffee person, in fact, I usually only came in maybe once a week. The same three people have been working there for over a year, and none of them were even close to attractive.... I walked in yesterday morning to find the usual bins full of beans and average customers (I have been to this shop so many times since it opened a year and a half ago, and I can count the number of hot customers they've had on one hand); what I didn't expect was what greeted me behind the counter. He was about 6' tall, with buzzed blond hair, and looked to be no more than 19. He was hot, to say the least, with toned arms and a thin body that often comes naturally from being a teenager. His face was clean, and had a small amount of short blond stubble around his chin and upper lip. I walked up to the counter and my heart started pounding as I started to realize how I looked: I had basically rolled out of bed and wandered in here. My hair was a mess, and for all I knew I had a huge zit in the middle of my forhead. "Who knows," I thought, "he might not even be gay." I blurted out a confident, although somewhat clumsy "Good morning." His reply was timid, and somewhat hesitant, but very high pitched; this boi was a total queen and it came through. I started looking through the glass case, trying to get the right angle to look at his legs, or better yet, his package. When I looked up to order, I saw that his eyes were not on my face, but were angled noticeably downwards, at either my abs (I was wearing a tighter teeshirt) or my cock. It took him a split second to catch himself as he looked back up into my smile. I ordered and made small talk for a minute or two while he made my drink. I then slipped him my card with my cell number, and told him with a wink that he should call me sometime if he got bored. He smiled and took the card with some not-well-guarded enthusiasm. I walked out with a big smail on my face, hoping I had just scored a hottie. I love 19 year olds, and I love hot blonds even more. It hadn't been an hour when he sent me a text: XXXX: hey, what's up, its me from the shop me: hi "you from the shop" does this mean you're bored already? XXXX: heh heh, no, I just wanna hang out. when are u free? me: when are you off work? XXXX: at 2 u free then? me: sure. i'm just down the street at (address), you should stop by. what's your name, btw XXXX: cool, i'll be by then, my name is brandon, u? me: I'm jason, pleased to meet you, see you at 2 hottie XXXX: k, see u then My head was spinning, this was way too good to be true. I got cleaned up, and put on my hottest pants. At 2:06 a knock came at the front door... I let him in and we talked for a minute or two. He seemed really nervous, not at all like the forward boi of his text's. I asked for his ID, and he seemed a little confused. I allways ask for ID these days, you never can be too sure. Sure enough, his CA driver's license confirmed he was going to turn 19 in one month (did I mention I love them young?) He laughed a little as I handed it back to him, and then he leaned forward and started kissing me hard...like really hard. Now it was my turn to be surprised! One minute the kids' hands are shaking as he takes back his license, and the next he's shoving his tongue down my throat. We made out for a little bit while standing until I led us over to the couch. I could feel his cock bulging as I landed on top of him, and started grinding my own tool into him. He gently moaned each time I pushed my rock hord cock into him. "You like that, do you boi?" I asked between kisses. He simply moaned his assent and we kept making out. He was groping my body, feeling my sixpack, my arms, my chest. I did the same, and boy was this kid hot. Nice body, well defined, perfectly ripped abs. He chest and arms were toned, and not at all bulky, but still very muscular. Swimmer's build all the way. I slowly worked my hand over his package, feeling it bulge and throb. His cock was at least 7", but I was just dying to know. I thrust my hand down his underwear. Not only way he 18 and blond (two very big plusses in my book), but he had a thick uncut cock. I love uncut cock, and I love it even more on hot white guys. I've found that it's more and more common in the younger white guys these days, which makes it all the hotter. "OH, fucking hot," I blurted out. He simply moaned, as he had his hand down my pants stroking my tool. I quickly pulled off him to the other side of the couch and unzipped my pants, and then leaned forward to grab his head (his hair was too short to really grab on to); I pulled his face down onto my cock and he moaned as I thrust it into his mouth. This boi really knew how to suck cock! I'm not that into head, but he was really good at it! He moved up and down, slowly sucking my tool, and moaning all the while. Every once in a while I would push hid head down hard over my fat cock, and he would gag slightly and moan. He loved it. "Pull out your cock boi, I wanna see you stroke it while you suck me." He just moaned as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his tool. As he sucked I watched him move the skin up and down his rock hard cock. It was literally throbbing with blood as he stroked it. Each time I would shove my cock deeper into his mouth, his cock head would bulge a little further out of his foreskin, and then he would go back to stroking it. "You like that boi? You like my cock shoved down your throat?" I asked, shoving it in deeper. "Yes-" he blurted out between thrusts. I could barely take it any more, I felt the cum building in my balls. I pulled my cock out of his mouth quickly. "No more for a second, you'll make me cum." I then threw him back and started in on his cock. I love sucking uncut cock. I love moving foreskin up and down over a shaft as I milk it. Alas, this didn't seem to turn him on. He started getting soft in a minute or two. "I want you to fuck me." I didn't need to hear it twice. I dragged him into the bedroom and threw him on my bed face down. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the lube. He didn't say anything about a condom so I lubed up and pushed in bare, all the way down to the nuts. He yelped, but it quickly turned to a moan as I started thrusting regularly. "You like that boi, you like my cock in your ass?" "Yes sir," he groaned. The sir drove me wild, and I pounded harder, and his moans slowly turned to screams. Each time I met his hips with my balls he let out a mild yelp which was a mixture of pain and pure animal lust; he was loving every moment of this. His cock had gone from somewhat hard when I was sucking him to absolutely rock hard now; it was clear he was born to get fucked, and loved it more than anything. I felt the cum building in my balls, so I slowed down slightly; I wanted to savor this one. It was clear he noticed, because his eyes went from rolled back in his head to open and clear; he was now staring up at me, and boy did he looks hungry. "You ok?" he asked gently. "Yeah, I'm just getting closer, and I don't wanna cum yet." It was true. We had been fucking for maybe 5-10 minutes tops, it was just so hot to look down at him as my cock was sliding in and out of his ass, his cock rock hard, the head read and poking out of his foreskin...a small pool of pre-cum slowly dribbling out all over his perfectly defined six pack. Each time I would finish a slow thrust in, the head would dribble out just a little more of the clearish-milky liquid. We hadn't really discussed whether he wanted me to cum in him, but just then he answered the questions for me. "I want you to dump your load in me," he moaned, as his screams becamse quieter and turned to whimpers. "Shoot it...up my ass-" This was driving me absolutely wild, I could barely hold back... "Please sir..." he whimpered as I quickly increased pace. "Breed me... fuck yeah, right up my ass." I couldnt hold back. I leaned in, grabbing his two hands and holding them up behind his head, as I pounded him harder and began to deeply tongue kiss him. I then pulled away slightly and looked into his eyes as I was holding his hands. "I'm gonna cum boi; look at me while I breed your ass." He complied, as his eyes again went from rolled back into his head to clearly staring at me. I felt warm jizz squirting accross my stomach, and for a second I thought that my dick had slipped out and was shooting on him rather than in him. It was then that I realized that it was his cock that was squirting, and that what I felt was only the small fraction that had managed to hit my stomach. He was cumming all over himself and wasn't even touching his cock! I was still holding both of his wrists, and now that I felt him shooting, I tightened my grip and held them back more. I pounded even harder as he whimpered louder, and my cock exploded, shooting streams of my spunk into him. I pounded for a few more seconds, and then pushed in as I collapsed on top of him, covering my stomach and chest with the pool of cum that had settled into the grooves on his six pack. We cuddled and gently kissed for at least 10 minutes before either of us had the strength to stand up and go to the shower. We then rinsed off, and a few minutes later he was gone. All I can say is, I'll definitely be going back for coffee more often:-) More...

Click here to see Jason's original blog post... I've read quite a few good fuck blogs, but this one was too awesome not to note: http://mattanddanssexualadventures.blogspot.com/ Lots of fun reading in there.... More...

Click here to see Jason's original blog post... me: When are you off? Brandon: I close 2nite me: Really? Will anyone else be there? (I knew the answer, but I had to make sure) Brandon: Are you kidding, it's dead here after 11 me: You have a back room right? Brandon: heh heh, yeah me: You want some company? Brandon: OMG yes, that'd be hot I took a long nap and got cleaned up. The cafe closes at midnight (it's near a bar, so gets some evening traffic). When I walked in at 11:45 there was only one customer and my barista boi. I gave the customer a look over, she was about 50, and seemed like a professional. Luckily she was just packing up and appeared on her way out. I looked over at Brandon. He stood behind the counter, hot as fuck. He had shaved, and his head was buzzed close; overall it was a much cleaner look than when I had dumped a load in him a few days before. He looked positivey angelic...or like a skin head, depending on how you thought about it. "What would you like sir?" he asked as he smiled. I only smiled and looked back like I wanted to eat him for lunch, because I did. It was then that I heard the door close in front. She was gone. I glanced at my watch: 11:52. "Close enough," I muttered, as I walked over to the front door and turned the deadbolt. It clanked closed. "What are you doing? I can't close yet..." I said nothing, walking over to the wall and flicking the light switch. All the lights went out, except for the lights from a small office in back. He looked stunned as I walked towards him and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the back office. I closed the door and turned out the light. The room was now illuminated only by the flickering glow of the screen saver from the computer on the desk. The pipes grew twisting and turning in seemingly random directions for a few seconds until they filled the screen, then disappeared completely and started anew. "You're going to get me in trouble," he whined, half joking and half serious. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me, kissing him deeply on the mouth. He moaned slightly; it was clear what he wanted. I let go of him and swept my forearm across the top of the desk. Papers, pens, and miscelanious stuff went tumbling to the floor. I leaned over, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down to his knees (he wasn't wearing any underwear:-). Before I even had a chance to move him, he was already lying on top of the desk, legs in the air. "Oh yeah, fuck me." I didn't need to be told, his eyes were screaming it. I stepped forward and unzipped. I used a little spit at first, but with a little pushing realized I didn't need much; he had either pre-lubed, or someone else had dumped another load up there recently. Sliding in was so easy, and his ass was so tight:-) "You like that, do you boi?" His eyes were rolled back into his head again. "Yes sir," he said, without even looking up. He was just lying back taking it all in. I could see his cock head gently poking out of his foreskin. It was oozing a steady stream of clearish-white pre-cum. I slowly stroked his cock as I pounded him, his shoulders and head slowly pounding up against the wall. Each time I pushed in, he moaned slightly as my balls slapped up against his ass. I dropped his cock for a second and quickly ripped off his shoes and pants while I was still thrusting into him. I opened his legs and rested his calves on my shoulders as I quickened the pace slightly. If the growing pool of dribbled pre-cum was any indication, he was loving the shit out of this. "Fuck me....harder..." he blurted out, but I was having none of that. "What do you say boi?" "Please sir...please fuck me harder...?" I loved it. I could feel my balls aching. I reached down and started stroking him again. He moaned louder as his rock hard dick moved back and forth smoothly in my hands. This is why I love foreskin, it makes everything so easy to use. "OH, fuck," he screamed, and for a second I though he might start cumming, but he just seemed to be enjoying things. He reached up and moved his hand up and down my chest and stomach, while his other hand replaced mine stroking his cock. Watching him stroke was unbelievable; I just love it when bottoms take a little initiative and get into things. "Oh...yeah...," he moaned. From his chiseled face to his toned chest down to his six pack, slowly collecting pre-cum from his rock hard uncut cock, I almost blew my wad right there... Each time I pushed in he would yelp softly and then moan. I reached into my back pocket (I hadn't even slid my pants down to my knees yet, let alone taken them off) and pulled out the dirty white jockstrap I often carry for just such an occassion. "Look at me boi," I barked authoritatively. His eyes shot open. "Yes Si-," he was cut off as I shoved the jock into his mouth. "Quiet boi," I teased gently. I started poundign harderas he looked up at me. "Mhhmmhh...fhuuummm," he moaned through the jock. I responded by pushing in deeper and faster. The desk was knocking up against the wall with each thrust. He stroked faster and I knew I wouldn't last long. "Mghhuu...fhaaaa!!!" he screamed, as loads of cum shot across his chest and six pack. His eyes again rolled back in his head as he shot two, three, four major squirts of thick, chunky white cum. "Ghhhhh...mhhhhhh," he cried again. I couldn't hold back any more. "You want it boi, you want my load?" He just moaned again, and I punded harder. I felt my balls explode as I shot inside him. I grabbed his thighs and pulled his ass further into my cock. I shuddered for a second and almost lost my footing. After a few seconds I quickly pulled out. "Mhhhh!" he yelped. "Sorry boi." I pulled my underwear over my cock and zipped up. "You ok there?" He stared up from the desk, my jock still in his mouth. I leaned down and licked the cum off his stomach. It tasted so good I went down a bit further and sucked the last bit off his cock head, which was still semi-hard. His upper body burst with goosebumps as I reached up and pulled out the jock strap. "Thank you, sir." I smiled down at him. He really knows how to make sure I'll come back:-) "You seemed a little wet down there, did you lube up before I came over?" "Oh no," he countered, "that's my boyfriend's cum." My jaw dropped, and he must have noticed my startled reaction. "Oh, he knows, don't worry. In fact, he loves it when I bottom for others 'cause it makes me nice and slippery. He fucked me right before my shift, and once I tell him about this he'll probably want to pound me when I get home." He then went on to tell me that they lived together and that his boyfriend usually wanted sex 1-2 times a day. I asked where the load came from and he explained that he actually hadn't cum since he and I had sex last. Apparently the bf doesn't care if Brandon gets off, as long as he does:-) More...

Click here to see Jason's original blog post... Well, in the shotr time I've been blogging on here a few people noticed. I've had a lot of email lately asking where I've been, and hoping I'll continue blogging. The answers are fucking busy, and yes:-) Much of my busy-ness lately has been job and life related, but some of it has been sex related too. Has 2009 ever been busy! Anyway, thanks for the emails, and yes, I'll be writing down some of my recent activity very soon! More...

Click here to see Jason's original blog post... Damn, I just had the hottest fucking hookup I met at the gym... Too tired to write now, but this one will be written down soon... More...

Click here to see Jason's original blog post... I just had this totally hot experience and I had to post. No, this is not the hot thing that kept me up until all hours the other night, I'm still writing that one down, as it was loooooong. This is just a quick something that came up on my way home: So I'm sitting in the airport the other night at 11:30PM waiting for my red-eye (long story, don't ask). I ran to the bathroom 'cause I had to pee, and it was at least 15 minutes before they were going to let us on the plane. So I'm sitting there at the urinal pissing, and this guy just comes up and stands right next to me. Now, it's like practically midnight, right, and we're in this airport bathroom. General rule of thumb in the straight world is you don't stand right next to someone unless you have to because, god forbid, you might be perceived as gay. Now, this bathroom has...shall we say...ummm...zero other people in it. There is no reason for this unless he's trying to check me out. Whatever, I'll play game... So I glance over a bit. From the corner of my eye I'd guess he's maybe 30-35, has red hair, about my height, average build. It's easier than it should be though, 'cause he's standing a little further away than he really needs to be, and I can now get a view of his cock....OMG. It's maybe only 7", but it's got the most beautiful red hair and is totally uncut. I'll have to check through my record, I think to myself, but I'm pretty sure this is my first glimpse of an uncut redhead. As I stare a bit more though I notice that he's stroking it a bit, which drives me nuts. I went from zero to hardon in like 4.5 seconds, and at that point I notice that he's staring at me too, and is now making very little attempt to hide that he's jerking off. For those in the audience wondering, yes, we were stainding right there in the middle of the bathroom and yes, anyone could have walked in. Although the idea of hot public bathroom sex sounds hot, it quickly got outweighed by the idea of being arrested by the airport cops for public sex, so I siezed the bull by the horns, if you will. I stepped back, zipped up, and reached over to grab his hand. I dragged him into the corner handicap stall on the theory that it would be harder for passers-by to notice our two sets of shoes. He was, in case you're wondering, not zipped up, and just had his hardone hanging out in all it's hot uncut glory. I was quickly forgetting my exhaustion and locked the stall with a crack. I moved back and sat down on the toilet while pulling out my cock and went to town sucking him off. Some of you might be surprised because my posts have been mostly top-oriented, but just wait for my next post (as well as this one), and you'll quickly realize that sometimes I'm very much in a top mood, and sometimes I'm very much not. I was jerking myslf away as I sucked his cock. The slurping was pretty obvious, but the bathroom was pretty damn empty, and I was pretty sure that I would hear anyone come in pretty easily, so I wasn't too worried about making a little noise. He grabbed my head and started grunting. It was clear that he was horned up too, so this wouldn't take him long. "Yeah boi, suck that cock." His voice totally startled me. He was sporting a thick Irish accent. The uncut cock, the accent, and the red hair all drove me wild and I dumped my load right there on the floor with a moan. "Oh yeah, suck it," he said. He obviously liked watching me cum, because a couple seconds later his cock swelled and he blew his load down my throat. I love the taste of cum and spit. At that point he zipped up and left. I hopped on the flight, and passed right by, you guessed it, our favorite Irish guest star. He smiled a bit as I passed his row (fucker was in first class!) I love a job well done, even if it is a quick job... More...

Click here to see Jason's original blog post... Hey guys, this was the totally hot experience that had me up until all hours. I had to write it up, but I didn't want to skimp on any details, so it took a while. Hope you enjoy. I've already had a few more fun ones lately, but this one deserved a good write up so no detail was missed:-): I was at the gym the other day, horny as fuck. You should never do that, because then you find yourself popping hardons in the most uncomfortable situations. It also doesn't help that everyone starts to look just a little bit hotter 'cause you're really horny... So I'm the the middle of this set of bench press (looking at the ceiling), and when I get up to put down the weights I notice this hot guy about 6 feet behind me (I was staring into the mirror wall). He must have come up behind me mid-set and sat down at the machine. At first he was making minor adjustments, and then he sat down. The first two things I notice: 1) This guy's fucking hot, with really short brown hair. He's also really well built, perfect arms, perfect abs, everything....he's got the whole package. It also doesn't help that he looks like he might be 22 and has a great chiseled face. 2) He's trying to hide it, but he keeps staring at me. So, I'm amused as hell 'cause I'm pretty sure I have this hot guy checking me out. I decide to test my theory by going off to the other end of the room to do another machine. This shouldn't affect things much from the line of sight perspective because my gym has one of those mirror walls. I keep an eye out, and sure enough his eyes are following me. I stop for a moment to grab a sip from my water bottle and then stare back quite obviously (through the mirror); I almost laughed as his stare pulled away from me, as if he'd been caught with his hand in the candy jar. Yup, this guy was definitely checking me out. Well, I was horny, so I wanted to see whether this was going anywhere, because I was about at the point where I was just going to head home and jerk off. It had been a good five minutes, but he was still at the same machine, so I went back over to my original bench and sat down, staring into the mirror. At first he stared back, but again, pulled away when he noticed my gaze. I love when queers think they're being sereptitious. I figured I'd see how far this was going to go, so I closed up shop and headed for the locker room. I was there for maybe two minutes when he walked right in and started stripping. I love when hot guys strip in the locker room, and this guy was no dissappointment. Toned body, shaved chest, perfect sixpack; god, I hoped I would get far enough to find an uncut cock... I continued to take in an eyeful, and he was noticing and doing the same. I was really horny at this point, so I was starting to sport some wood, which is great if you wanna fuck, but probably bad if you're in a locker room wearng just your gym shorts and anyone can walk in. I walked over to the urinal to see what would happen. Sure enough, not 30 seconds later he was standing right next to me (for being so shy looking at me, one would think he would be more hesitant about whipping out his cock or staring at me in here...he wasn't.) Piss was not forthcoming because I was getting harder, not softer. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I had to see what he was holding, so I just started looking over... fuck was it worth it. He was easily 8-8.5", cut, and growing, and now he was staring back. Thank god it was already later in the evening, because we were not being subtle about what we were doing, and anyone could have walked in, but didn't. "Where do you live?" I asked. I was hoping the answer was closer than my house, which was a good 15 minutes away, and I was too horny at this point. "Right on XXX," he replied, and my dreams were answered. He was like 3 minutes walking distance. No wonder he was so ripped. "Let's go," I put my now hard cock back in my pants and he did the same. We practically threw our clothes on and were at his place in less than 5 minutes. We walked in three feet and I had already closed the door behind us. He threw me up against the wall and started making out with me. Rough...I like rough. We kissed for a few minutes as we slowly made our way further into his apartment. It was a studio, small, but cute. As we made our way into the livingroom he threw me onto the bad and whipped out his cock. "Suck it bitch." Now, normally I'm a bit...well...top-ish. So, while not out of the question, me being ordered around is a bit unusual. For some reason, though, with him it only made me hornier. I happily leaned forward and started sucking his fabulous tool. It was cut, but no one's perfect, right? Damn was it huge, easily 8.5-9", and rock hard. I could feel my shorts getting wet from all my pre-cum, and he was enjoying the shit out of this as he pulled my head further and further down on his cock. "Yeah, suck that cock," he kept saying as I serviced him. It was so much to take, but it had easily been 4-5 days since my last fuck, so I was really horny, and ready to do whatever it took. Each time I would go far down on him he would give out a little grunt of pleasure. "Take off your clothes," he said as I was servicing. I wasn't one to disagree at this point, but I first peeled off his shirt. As I pulled my shorts off over my shoes, he dropped his shorts, but didn't take them off. His body was perfect, and I mean perfect. Toned chest (more built swimmer than body builder), sixpack (again, think thin swimmer rather than beefcake), and arms that were to die for. I practically dropped my load right there. "You look odd," he said. It wasn't the response I was looking for upon getting naked. "What do you mean?" "You're standing up, and you're supposed to be on your knees." Better, I thought, much better. I kneeled down and started sucking again, while reaching up to feel his sixpack. He just kept both hands on my head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. I was probably sucking for a good 5 minutes when he started grunting. "I'm gonna cum dude, where do you want it?" I was a bit disappointed because I really wanted to fuck, but it was hot that he just announced. So, top-ish. I responded by reaching around and grabbing his ass and pulled it hard into me. "You want my load down your throat." It was more a statement at this point, as he grabbed my head and pulled it onto his cock. He started moaning really loudly, and a few seconds later his cock started shooting down my throat. He grunted for a good 5-10 seconds as his cock continued shooting cum down my throat. I just took it all in stride, drinking every drop. His cock was going soft in a few seconds, but he wasted no time. He pulled me back up to standing and started kissing me passionately, licking out some of the last remenants of his own load from my mouth. It was then that I finally came to the realization that he was easily 4-6 inches taller than me, and a bit larger. He pushed me back so that I landed on his bed. I was still rock hard, although he was getting softer, although not much smaller. I would say soft he seemed to still be a good 6". He fell on top of me and then started moving down my body, licking my nipples, sixpack, and then starting on my cock. Now, I've never been a big one on blow jobs. I love giving them, but tend not to get much out of receiving them. This might be because I'm cut, and cut guys are just a little less sensitive down there. We need more going on sometimes to get us shooting. This guy, however, had a magic talent. For a "top," he knew how to suck cock. Within 30 seconds I was close to cumming and I had to take a break. We made out for a few minutes as he rubbed up against me, and then moved back down to suck me off again. It was then that I felt his crotch rub up against my foot. He was getting hard again! It hadn't been 5 minutes since he dumped his load down my throat and his cock was perking up fast. He started rubbing his hardon up against my ankle, and I started moaning slightly each time he did it. "Turn over." He had stopped sucking, and was back to giving orders, and for some reason I was totally getting off on it. I turned over onto my stomach. I couldn't hold back anymore. "Fuck me," I begged. I really needed it bad, I was so horny. I could hear him fumbling in the bedside drawer for something. I had made no mention of either condoms or lube, and I was horny enough that I think the presence or absence or either would not have slowed me down. I heard a lube bottle, and then plastic tearing. I have a dual feeling about condoms. The first is that they make the experience a little less natural, and thus sometimes it doesn't feel quite as good when you're topping. When bottoming, they make the experience a bit rougher, which can be good or bad, depending on what kind of mood you're in. I was definitely in a rough mood, and I wasn't going to protest much either way. He lubed up his cock and my ass and then climbed on top of me. I held my breath waiting for the plunge, but no cock. He was just lying on top of me grinding into me. "You want my cock bitch?" I was just loving his totaly top attitude. Usually it's such a turn off for me, but with this guy it was amazing! "Yes, please," I pleaded. I was so horny now I was whimpering. "Please fuck me..." "Please fuck me what?!" he barked. I was going wild at this point. "Please fuck me sir." I begged. Then he didn't hold back, and just plunged in, going all the way to his balls in about 2 seconds. I cried out at first because he was so fucking HUGE. He didn't care much though, and just started thrusting. "Yeah, take it boy," he grunted, "take it like the bitch you are." I could feel his condom covered cock smashing in and out of me. He was definitely banging me up a bit. It had been a while since I'd bottomed, and the last time had been bb, so my ass was in for a work out. My cock was loving it though, I could feel the pre-cum just oozing out in a little puddle on his bed. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder!" He definitely complied, grabbing both my hands and holding them at waist level and just a bit behind me. He was now effectively holding me up by my own arms, while pounding his cock into me, using my own arms to pull me into him harder. With each thrust he nailed my prostate...hard. My cock was rock hard even though I wasn't touching it. He dropped my hands and I fell forward. He then reached up and pushed my chest into the bed and pushed my ass down. I had been moved from doggy style to being flat on the bed, ass up. His cock popped out for just a second. "Oh no, give it to me," I begged. I so didn't want him to stop, or even slow down. He responded by pushing his head up against my ass. "You want that boy?" I was so hard for it I just whimpered. "You want that cock up your ass?" "Yes sir," I replied, "please sir." He wasted no time and slammed it back in. He grabbed my waist with both hands as he was thrusting, grunting. I could tell his grunting was heavier. We had probably been fucking for a good 10 minutes at this point, and he was really pounding me hard. He must have been getting close, or at least closer. He then reached around me chest and picked me up. We both rested on our knees, prependicular to the bed, him slamming into me from behind. "Turn over slut. I wanna watch you shoot your load." I complied by wrapping my right foot around and over his head. I was now lying on my back looking up, and oh what a sight it was. He put his hands on the back of my knees and pushed my legs up a bit. I started stroking myself for the first time since he started fucking me and I could tell it was not going to take long. Looking up at his perfect face, his cut body. Watching his arms flex as he pounded his cock into my ass I was getting close. "I'm getting close," I said. I wanted to warn him so he wasn't surprised. "Are you going to cum again?" I asked. I really wanted to try cumming together... "Oh yeah, I'm close too. Do you want me to pound you hard, soft, fast slow?" It was the first time he had asked what I wanted. I should have felt odd, but didn't. It seemed so...caring...for someone so top-ish. "Where do you want it?" he asked. I assumed that meant he was about to cum. "Fuck me hard!" I replied. He responded by grabbing the tops of my thighs and pulling my body into him with every thrust. It was so hot to watch his abs tense each time he pulled me into his body. "You want my load?" He asked/grunted. I could tell from his face and his body that he was only seconds away, if that. "Fuck me..." I pushed into him. "Dump your cumload in my ass!" I let loose with loads of cums all over my six pack as I felt him tense and his cum shoot into me. His body was so perfect as he pulled me into him for the last few seconds, and then he collapsed on top of me. It was then that I realized he truly was a lot bigger that me, as I could feel his massive body and weight, every once of it muscle. I think we may have both passed out then because when I woke up he was next to me (not on top of me), and it was like 4AM. I put my clothes on and took off, but not without leaving my card. Hope he'll call me sometime, and maybe I can top then:-) More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... On the most surreal of nights, I finally muted the sound on the television, as the election results slowly rolled in. I brought Justin back to my place after dinner, and we sat together on my sofa, dividing our attention between Ohio’s fall to Obama and re-connecting after 15 months of silence since our last night together in Chicago, as I prepared to become a college freshman in a new city. Justin emailed me the week prior, announcing his visit to DC for a conference, and offering to take me out to dinner to celebrate my 19th birthday. Sitting across from him at dinner at El Chalan, Justin’s rugged Midwestern good looks and charm cast the same spell over me as they did four years ago, when my best friend Cathy brought him over to meet me after a Friday night track meet. “Great job tonight; I’m Justin”, he offered and shook my hand. Even then, Justin struck an overpowering presence: a 6’4” athletic director with Mediterranean good looks, physically imposing, with a baritone that commanded respect and seduced at the same time. As Cathy looked on, Justin congratulated me on winning the 800 meter run that night and then fixed his gaze on me as he offered advice on how to cut my time down. I was dumbstruck, nervous, and sexually attracted all at once. He knew it, too. Within a week, Justin signed on as my new coach and one Friday after practice, he cornered me in his office. He put one hand on my leg and his arm around my shoulders. “I find you very handsome, Brandon. You’re a hot, sexy boy.” I was nervous, but instinctively knew what I wanted. I didn’t pull away from his advances. Justin pulled me up and sat me on his desk, pulling at my gym clothes. I remembered thinking I should warn Justin that I’d never had sex before, let alone with another man, but soon enough I was naked on his desk, looking up to see his approval and his arousal as he stepped out of his sweat pants. “Very, very sexy, Brandon”, he murmured. I lay back on the cold desk, closing my eyes as he ran his hands slowly and gently across my chest and around my knees and thighs, to calm me and let me know it was ok. I closed my eyes for a minute to succumb to the excitement of Justin’s hands on my body. Sensing my comfort, Justin’s cock approached my hole, bobbing at the entrance. He lowered his head and let a long strand of saliva slowly drop from his mouth until it glistened around his giant mushroom head and shaft. His tapped the slippery head at my hole, soaking it and preparing it to take him. “Hot boys like you need to be fucked, Brandon. I want to show you how great it feels to take a man inside you.” Justin caressed my legs and stroked my cock, quelling any embarrassment or resistance I might offer. “Just let it happen. Are you ready to be fucked, Brandon?” he asked. I just looked up at him and silently nodded. That was all he needed to slide inside me and take my virginity. Being fucked for the first time is a mix of pain, pleasure, shame, and curiosity, but I was guided by the lust in Justin’s eyes, the rocking rhythm of his body pushing in and out of me, and his sharp breath as he ejaculated inside me. The cum leaking from my ass made me feel dirty and used, but I saw how much I pleased him. I got used to being fucked after practice in Justin's office, while my teammates were down the hall, showering up and heading home. Justin would drop me back home, where I'd have to greet my parents with Justin’s sperm leaking into my underwear. Since sex education at our school was pretty lame, it never crossed my mind that being barebacked might be risky. It’s just what I did to please Justin. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Now, I was sitting next to Justin on my sofa, a college boy living on my own, in a new city. We sat silently for a few minutes, before Justin finally slid off the sofa, crouching down in front of me, to pull off my shoes and socks, to unbuckle my jeans and tug them down, and then my shirt. I laid back and just let myself be stripped in front of him, remembering how good it felt for a man to act on his sexual desires, with no pretense or awkwardness. “You’ve put some muscle to that lanky frame, Brandon. Very sexy indeed”, his sexy baritone stoking my need to be taken, as Obama took Virginia, and then the nation. Naked in front of Justin, as always – but clearer in who I am now. “Take me to bed and fuck me, Justin”, I teased back, startling him with my candor. He smiled, then carried me off the sofa and down the hall to my bed, the first time we would fuck on a real bed. Justin had me on my stomach, with my legs spread, and then slowly brought his tongue to my hole and lapping softly at the entrance, then deeper, making me insane as he unbuckled his jeans and got naked. When he finally rested his warm, naked, furry body on top of mine, I realized how much I missed sex with Justin. At 5’8” and 145, I was no match for his build, and he easily pinned me to the bed. He slid down and kissed my neck, my ears, and then the small of my back as his cock easily found the entrance to my wet hole. Neither of us thought to mention a condom; our bareback fucking just seemed so natural and unspoken. Justin pushed in and I remembered anew how the 7" thickness of his cock was always harder to take than its length, but as he pumped my bare hole, it opened nicely, taking his shaft to the balls while his breath tickled my neck. “Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long tonight, Brandon. Fucking you again is too intense”, Justin whispered in my ear as I slowly flexed and milked him. “Blow your sperm inside me, Justin”, I moaned, a bitch in heat. Justin paused and chuckled good naturedly. “You never used to talk like that. What’s got into you?” he teased. Four years on, that question seemed out of place. “Justin, you’ve been filling my hole with your sperm since I was a sophomore at Payton, hundreds of times. Feeling you shoot inside me was how I knew that I pleased you. Taking cum up my ass is part of how I define sex now.” I surprised myself as much as Justin with a statement that bold. But as he inched closer to the edge of his climax, I understood the truth. Justin was here for only one night, but whether he remained in my life or not, my deepest sexual need is to be bred, to be a sperm hole for men. Soon enough, I heard Justin’s breathing tense up as he drilled deep inside me. I closed my eyes and just focused on the warm blasts of Justin’s heavy load, filling me, fulfilling me, marking me, satisfying a deep craving I never knew I had, completing my transition from an inexperienced teenage kid to the college boy bareback sperm hole I have come to be. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Fooling around on Manhunt on a dreary Monday afternoon when I should have been cramming for an Econometrics test, I sifted through a couple messages, including a K Street type who wanted to nail some hole. What started as yet another MH chat you could conduct in your sleep took an intriguing turn. “Hot profile, cutie. Steve here. I gotta compliment you on that sweet, sweet hole”. (Thanks Steve) “Can you host this afternoon?” (Running short on time here; I have a test at 7 pm) “</span>That gives us 2 hours. I have to be somewhere at 6:30. Could you be talked into getting a warm 6-day load jammed up your hole? Been a while since I’ve been able to fuck a bare hole as nice as yours. I’ve got a thick sea of salty swimmers here for you. Let’s introduce them to that hole, huh? Honestly, I’m so hard that I can’t focus at work anymore. I’d love a chance to mix it up with you...” Now a 6-day load is enticement enough to drop what I’m doing. But it was Steve’s honesty and sense of fun that intrigued me. A real personality is rare on MH. He wasted no time showing up at my doorstep within 15 minutes. Well dressed, maybe 29, maybe 6’1”, and far cuter than his photo – Steve reminded me of a Breckin Meyer (from Clueless) dressed up as a DC lobbyist or policy wonk. He shook my hand and flashed a smile as he walked in, so I played it cool. Gave him a drink and made a little small talk on the sofa. Steve asked me about my semester as he untied his tie and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt, never taking his eye off of me. A sly one. The conversation slowed and he asked, “So, can you help me out here, cutie?” He had me kneel in front of him on the sofa and undo his belt and pants, showing a tan line, a lean body and the tiniest treasure trail leading straight into his bright blue CKs. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as I pulled off his CKs and took his cock in my mouth, a slow inch at a time, rotating my mouth and tongue around his shaft and eliciting a loud gasp. When his mushroom head and thick shaft hit my throat, he locked his hands on the top of my head, as I surveyed the damage he was about to unleash on my hole. Steve had maybe 7”, but it was a fucking beer can. Hard beyond belief now, he stood up, fully naked, rock hard, grabbed my hand, and slyly said, “Time to fuck, handsome.” I led him to the bedroom as he pulled off my t-shirt and gym shorts. Steve put me on all fours on the bed, tongued my smooth hole lightly a couple times, and then literally spit forcefully into it, 3 or 4 times, as his saliva blast ran down my ass cheeks and legs. He rimmed me for a quick minute and then I felt the beer can primed at my hole. Steve pushed his cock inside me gently, slowly, letting me get used to his thickness. I must have winced, so he asked if he should stop. I shook my head, and he said, “Good boy. You can take it.” Clenched my teeth until his balls were at my hole as his arms folded around my torso. Then the real fucking began, a steady, firm fuck that knocked my knees off balance as the beer can ripped me open. Steve fucked in a very vocal way, a steady, “Uh-uuh-uuuh” that betrayed how much he was into it. Not more than five minutes later, he blurted out, “Sweet fucking cumhole” as his balls slapped furiously at my hole, desperate to unleash their salty cargo, and right then his body tensed as shot his load inside me. It felt warm, but not especially spasmic. It did make him collapse on top of my back, and I lowered myself on the bed to rest for a minute. He stayed on top of me and let his cock finish draining itself in my sperm hole. Finally, Steve pulled off and we lay together for a few minutes, making post-sex small talk. He asked me about life as a student in DC. After a minute, he let on that he was going to meet up with his partner at 6:30. (Surprise!) I opted for a stoic, poker face and asked how long they’d been together. (Four years.) As the conversation drifted, he grew hard again and finally cut me off, saying, “I’m gonna fuck you again, Brandon.” Steve climbed on top of me, hiking my legs on his shoulders and cupping his hands around my neck. His cock easily slid inside me again, lubed with his own spermload. Bending me forward, Steve began to fuck deeply, bottoming out inside me until he mastered a jack-hammer assault on my hole. The rocking rhythm slowly forced my body to slide further up on the bed, til he had me pinned at the headboard, my bare feet touching the bedroom window. For a minute, I was going to ask him to ease up, because by now he was knocking my head into the headboard as he fucked me, as I heard a EMT siren drive by the hospital two blocks away. But Steve’s moaning was too intense to interrupt it, and a minute later his planted his second load inside me, then going weak again. This time, I put my arms around him and just held him for a few minutes. He motioned as if he was going to get up and get dressed, but then relaxed again on my bed. I ventured into dangerous territory then, asking him about the nature of the relationship with his partner. (Monogamous, of course.) Steve offered that they hit a rough patch and the 6:30 was actually their weekly couples counseling. Now, at a complete loss for words, I stammered something or another. He gestured that it was ok, and without even asking, crawled back into position and slid back inside me again. I hesitated for a minute – third fucks are usually desperate hour-long affairs. But Steve was hard again, and whispered in my ear, “I know I can blow one more load inside you.” His fucking now was gentler, and more tactile. I wrapped my arms and legs around his back, as he bit my neck. I had lost any moral high ground by now. Was I caressing him because I felt some odd connection with him? Or did the wet fucking noises emanating from my sloppy hole, as Steve rammed it again, just make me insatiable to be filled again? Amazingly, Steve pumped a third load inside me within a few more minutes, and we just held onto each other, enjoying the last moments of one man breeding another. As he washed up and got dressed, I offered Steve my number, and he accepted it, like a gentleman. But we both understood the limitations of our fun afternoon, barebacking in bed. And then he left. Hopping in the shower to clear my mind before the test, I thought about how handsome Steve is, the type of boyfriend I’d like to have someday. His Hugo XY cologne had seeped onto my body and I still smelled it, like a souvenir. And then I wondered about the irony of a committed man who came over to breed a college boy 3 times, to take care of his sexual needs, right before a meeting where the point was to talk about the unspoken things in their relationship. But my train of thought hit pause, as I felt his load begin to leak from my hole in the shower, running down the insides of my legs in thick, warm gobs, a shocking amount of sperm sliding down my legs in two parallel trails, collecting in ringlets around my ankles and sticking there, even after the shower ended. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Don’t you just love when a sexdate ends up relaxing and fun, instead of a freight train of drama? I wasn’t expecting to have sex tonight, given that I got home late from class. During my nightly ritual of cleaning spam from my email box (turning down all those generous offers to get rich in West Africa), I found a nice email from Andrés, a nice looking 29 year old Peruvian living in Georgetown, about 10 minutes away. His photos showed a short (5’5”), toned body, shoulder length black hair, big uncut cock – yummy! He found one of my profiles and asked if he could take his turn in my hole sometime. I was surprised to email back and then receive another response in 2 minutes. I’d asked Andrés what he was into, and he replied, simply, “I’m totally into barebacking hot white guys who take cum in their ass. Is that cool?” More than cool, Andrés. Andrés knocked on my door, we talked for a few minutes, and then took turns undressing each other. I was a bit taller than him, but he pushed me onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He leaned down and took my cock in his mouth, after seeing how hard I was. His head bobbed lower and lower, his tongue running along the insides of my thighs, and then my balls, and then to my hole. My legs were over his shoulders as he lay flat on the bed, and Andrés really ate my hole, getting me still hotter to get pounded. Suddenly, he leaned forward to kiss me, as his torso came up to meet mine and his cockhead rested on the entrance to my hole, jabbing it and teasing it. Andrés' movements were so graceful. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me; his legs began to move apart, forcing my legs apart and then up in the air. His arms came down onto my elbows, pinning me in place. And finally his body pressed into me and his bare cock forced its way into my hole. But Andrés never took his mouth off mine, and his eyes stayed locked onto mine as he began to fuck. It was a nice and easy fuck, deep but slow. And deliberate. We kissed and just enjoyed the rocking motion of his cock being slowly milked by my spermhole. Too soon, I heard his breath quicken as we kissed, and then the unmistakable tickling of his hot sperm spraying the walls of my hungry hole. He kept fucking and I kept milking him, and we kept kissing. And then, one giant exhale, and I knew Andrés was done. He smiled, kissed me once more, and said, “Dude, you have an awesome hole to cum in. Thank you.” He jumped off the bed, got dressed, asked I’d be up for a repeat fuck sometime, put my cell into his iPhone, and was out the door. I thought about showering, but decided to crash tonight and let his Peruvian cum spill out onto my sheets as I drift off. I hope we meet up again. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... My cell began to vibrate in Statistics class. A text message: “Let me have more cumhole, please?” It was Andrés, looking to hook up again already. Embarrassed to be in eyesight of prying classmates, I put the phone down. Then it vibrated again: “My hot seed. Your cumhole. Sticky, volcanic meeting?” I eventually replied and told him to come over at 9, getting hard in class at the thought of a repeat fuck. As was last night, tonight’s encounter was to-the-point and fun. Andrés told me how well he slept last night after unloading inside me. It didn’t take long for him to push my legs in the air. Then he stopped. “Sometimes, I really get off on hard pounding. You wanna try? (Duh.) I nodded, and his cock disappeared inside me, an inch at a time. Andrés gasped, whispered something in Spanish, and pinned into place again. He spent a minute to find his fucking rhythm, and then he pushed my legs wide apart, as he leaned down to kiss me. Thus began the pounding. First, a vigorous pumping, in and out. Then he positioned his legs up to my stomach and held onto my shoulders, giving him the type of leverage he was seeking. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. It was the kind of noise that would make a roommate knock on the door to check if I was ok. Except that I don’t have roommates. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The amazing thing is, he never took his mouth off mine as he rammed me. The combination of sensual kissing and nasty pounding was surreal. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. I finally had to hold onto Andrés, because he didn’t let up or vary the pace, and I was trying to avoid getting body slammed. It was my hole he was targeting. Soon enough, his breathing picked up and his eyes squinted and then widened – the international tell tale sign of “Dude, I’m about to blow inside you.” And blow he did. I nodded and smiled at Andrés, and opened myself completely to accept his sperm. Lying beside each other on the bed, he stroked my arm and asked if I was single. “Yep. You?” In a split-second, I thought about what a fun boyfriend he’d make. Andrés smirked at me, whispering, “Yes. I’m glad, Brandon. I’m not the relationship type. But I’m in town until March, and I’d like to know that, for at least a couple days each week, you’re sitting in class with my load up your ass. You get the most amazing look in your eyes when you’re taking cum. That turns me on a lot.” Andrés asked how adventurous I got sexually. I didn’t know what he meant. “Let’s see how it goes, Brandon. You’re young, but I’d like to stretch your limits as a cumhole. A little at a time, though”. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Turning the corner on 25th Street, a block from home, trying to sober up in the cold Thursday night air, after two beers at a Foggy Bottom pub I had to lie my way to get into, I was finally in the home stretch towards a long restful night in bed. My cell phone rang, which annoyed me, since I had to take my hand out of my warm pocket. Andrés was asking me to invite him over, because he was flying back home on Friday to Lima for a week. The prospect of a third consecutive night of bareback fucking with him sounded fun, but I was dragging. I’d recounted for him that I’d been up most of Wednesday night, fixing a marketing project that two of my teammates had botched, and then rehearsed, and then delivered it late on Thursday. It went well, which led to an impromptu team celebration at the pub. With 2 hours sleep the night before and the alcohol kicking in, I was ready to crash hard. As well, I spent those 2 precious hours of sleep in a funny position, and my neck and back were killing me. “Poor kid. Well, I’d like to see you before I take off. How about a short visit so that I can give you a simple back and neck massage? Did I tell you I’m a trained Swedish masseur?” (No you didn’t tell me, Andrés.) I invited him over, warning him that I wasn’t going to be able to stay awake beyond an hour. I had just enough time to shower up and pop an Advil when Andrés walked in. He told me a little about his plans to see his family and conduct some business. Sensing my fatigue, he pulled me into the bedroom, had me strip down to my CK boxer briefs, and lay face down. We had to improvise with massage oil, but I found a new bottle of baby oil that would suffice. I stretched out, Andrés crouched over me, and he warmed the oil in his hands before pressing into my lower back. He was more skilled in massage than I’d expected, and I enjoyed the luxury of just relaxing and being massaged at the same time. After a couple minutes of back and forth chatting, I felt myself drifting towards sleep, as Andrés moved up to knead my shoulders. I tried doing econometric equations in my head to stay awake, but to no avail. At some point, I was so relaxed that I just stopped fighting it, and fell out into deep slumber. My dreams were active, and violent: I was a bullfighter in an Almodovar film, and then I retraced my hard run from last October’s Marine Corps Marathon. Always moving, but not resting. And then, nothing. My alarm sounded at 7:00am, and then 7:05, and so on until 7:30. Finally, I had to get up to a dismal Friday morning, for a macroeconomics class. I opened my eyes and looked for Andrés, but he wasn’t there. The townhouse was perfectly quiet. Which was good, because I had a pounding headache. I reached over to shut the alarm off, and noticed my CK boxers sitting on the chair nearby. I was naked and face down on the bed. Swinging around to grab some new underwear from the dresser, I winced. My hole was incredibly fucking sore. I stood up and had to limp a little towards the bathroom, I was so sore. As I moved, my stomach churned a little and my hole was getting a little too wet. Moving faster towards the bathroom, I was too slow, and a pure white stream of Andrés cum leaked from my hole, down onto my balls and into puddles on the hardwood floor. By the time I reached the shower, I’d left a sperm trail behind me. I’d have to clean the floors again this weekend, but at least I figured out why I was so sore. Andrés must have spent half the night taking advantage of my stupor to completely empty himself inside me. I decided to send Andrés an email before heading to class, to apologize for passing out on him. Who likes it when a friend or sex partner falls asleep on you? Logging in, however, I already had an email from him: one line, with a photo capture from his iPhone. It said, “Hey stud, hope you enjoyed the massage last night. I enjoyed it intensely.” More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... I’m typically reticent to share my email exchanges with guys, but once in a while they’re striking enough to talk about. Over the last week, I’ve been exchanging emails with a tall 38yo guy from Capitol Hill, who found my profile on BN. On Sunday, he sent me a message titled “Anonymous?” I’ve condensed the exchange and modified the email handles, to protect the not-so-innocent. I’m still sorting out what to make of it. AsianBoyBreeder: Dude, seriously hot fucking profile. I wish all young guys had your attitude about taking loads. You really a student? Ever let an anonymous guy blow inside your hole? Brandon G: Thanks man. Well, I started letting guys cum inside me starting at age 15, so I personally love it now at 19. Yeah, I’m an Econ major and live in Foggy Bottom – so you do the math ;-) Do you have a profile? AsianBoyBreeder: Profile? I tend to keep a low profile. But here’s a torso and cock shot for you. I’m 38 and live near the Capitol. It would have been fun to have known you 4 years ago ;-) Total top here. Love to plant massive loads deep inside hot young guys, like yourself. How late at night can you meet? Ever let a guy fuck you anonymously? Brandon G: Massive loads? Stop teasing ;-) And nice pic – I like the smooth body and sweet endowment. I keep student hours, but typically in bed by 11:30, unless I have an exam. Anonymous – as in not asking for an ID at the door? AsianBoyBreeder: Anonymous – as in you are blindfolded and laying face down on your bed when I come in to pump you full of Asian DNA, and stay that way until I’m long gone. What about 2am or 3am? You live alone? Brandon G: Wow, that’s late. I’m long asleep by then. Blindfolded? No, or not yet. I don’t even own a blindfold. I can’t imagine what that would be like. Why so late? Yes, I’m the only student in DC with my own townhome, I think. Do you have a face pic? AsianBoyBreeder: Sorry, no face pic. I have a night job that keeps me up late. Blindfolded sex is hot, Brandon. As a bottom, I’m guessing you’d enjoy giving up the ability to see, and letting a guy you don’t even know use your body and get off in your hole. Sounds hot, doesn’t it? They sell blindfolds at Pleasure Place (Georgetown) and Leather Works (Dupont). Brandon G: It does sound hot, actually - a little wild. At least as an idea. But to be honest, I can’t normally stay up that late. I fell asleep on a guy at 10:00 last night, even. You’d come over at 2am and I’d be a dead fuck. That would be lame. AsianBoyBreeder: Trust me, Brandon, coming over then to find you asleep and blindfolded would be anything but lame. It would be my fantasy. The thought of it makes my balls churn to build the huge load that would keep you wet for days. Go buy a blindfold. Think about it, seriously man. Brandon G: LOL. I’ll check it out, ok. It sounds wild. But we’ve never met. And it sounds dangerous, to be frank. AsianBoyBreeder: Oh. I’m not looking to hurt you. I just want to breed you. Filling a hot 19yo college stud in his bed, in the middle of the night, who can’t even see me. Fuck! Trust me, you’d love it. Consider it, at least. I’ll be in touch later, to see if you’re bold enough to try it. I let the exchange stop there, for now. That type of encounter is way beyond what I’m used to. It sounds hot, but implausible. Do guys actually do this? More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... “I’d like to watch my partner pound you full of cum”. Ian, a Brit in his late 30s, was asking if I’d bottom for Gareth, his 50 year old partner. They were in town ‘on holiday’ and Ian wanted to surprise Gareth with an extramarital bareback fuck on their last day in DC. Gareth wasn’t in on the plan yet, but Ian swore he’d be into me. The whole thing sounded more complicated than I was hoping for, but it was Sunday evening, and I’d been too busy studying all weekend to have sex, and I needed to feel cum swimming inside me again. We set the plan. An hour later, they both showed up at my door, obviously relieved to find the address, and looking cold. Gareth seemed a little nervous, although Ian’s leer projected the big bad wolf at grandma’s doorstep. I brought them into the kitchen and offered them some of the mulled spice wine I’d just made. The three of us talked about the coming recession in London, the middling government of Gordon Brown, and their favorite moments from their DC. When they had thawed out, Ian looked at Gareth as he asked me, “So, Brandon, feel like getting fucked full of hot British cum?” I nodded, and Ian took me by the hand and asked to be led to the bedroom. Gareth followed. Ian sat me on the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed me. Roughly, and not particularly romantically. As we made out, Ian unbuttoned my shirt and then pulled off my undershirt, as Gareth settled into my bedroom chair and watched, growing obviously hard. Ian lowered me on the bed, unzipping my jeans and pulling them off of me, revealing my black jock. With one yanking motion, the jock was torn from my torso and legs, and Ian flipped me over onto my stomach. It had been only 3 minutes and Ian had me stripped to show Gareth the little cumbitch he'd be fucking. Ian crouched between my legs and slathered his tongue back and forth across my hole, his goatee giving me goosebumps every time he moved. “Strip down and get ready to fuck him, Gar. This boy’s got a fucking tasty hole.” Gareth did what he was told and stood naked and hard behind Ian. Ian spun around to suck his partner’s cock and get it wet, as I watched. Gareth was plain looking, with rough looks that seemed at odds with his timid personality. Gareth was also horse hung – maybe 8” long by 8” wide (no joke). I realized I hadn’t seen Gareth’s photos prior to meeting up, and I wouldn’t have picked him up of my own volition. But hey, we were naked now. Ian spun around again and barked, “Get on all fours!” I positioned myself and Gareth knelt on the bed and lined his billyclub to my wet hole. After an inch, I knew this would not work. I just couldn’t take it. Finally, I laid Gareth on his back, grabbed some real lube and impaled myself on his cock slowly, trying to mask my grimace as each successive cock-inch tore the lining of my hole a little wider. Fucking hell. Once I took him to the balls, I sat for a minute and began the climb back up Mount Everest. After a couple minutes, I took the pain as a given and began to ride Gareth, up and down. “Milk my boyfriend, you fucking little whore”. Good thing my back was turned to Ian as I milked his boyfriend on the bed; I’d had enough of the porno soundtrack. I looked down at Gareth. “You ok?” I asked. He seemed taken aback. Finally, I closed my eyes and tuned out the porno show we were putting on for Ian. I just needed to get fucked. I began to ride Gareth, reaching down and playing with his nipples. “Uuuuuhhhhh” he moaned, and his cock stiffened even more inside me. I worked my fingertips over his nipples, back and forth, round and back. “Bloody Jesus”, Gareth hissed, and all of a sudden, the timid man under me came to life. I teased his nipples even harder, when he sat up, learned forward, and flipped me on my back, his cock still shredding the lining of my hole. My fingertips never left Gareth’s nipples, although he was on top of me now and my legs were straight up in the air. Gareth began to fuck me hard – too hard for a cock that big. I tried to position my legs to blunt the force of his thrusting at my hole, but Gareth simply spread me wider and jack hammered me, unchecked. “That’s it, babe. Breed his teen cunt”. Ian was jacking off, watching his partner bareback a 19 year old. A 19 year old who honestly needed to be ripped open at that moment. Gareth flipped me over on my stomach again, laid down on top of me, and fucked straight down into my hole. His arms were underneath me, and I could tell he was fucking with the intent to unload. Ian picked a camera out of his bag and shot a couple souvenirs from the fuck action. Gareth picked up the pace, began to breathe harder, and whispered in my ear, “You ready?” I kept my face close to his and said, “Breed me as deep as you can.” With that, he couldn't back any longer, and the fucking of my hole felt more lubricated, the wetness of being fucked full of cum. I milked his cock for a solid minute as Gareth laid on top of me, letting my hole suck the last bits of sperm from his balls. And then he was dry. We pulled our clothes back on and shifted back to casual conversation. Gareth winked at me, and I sensed a connection borne from our breeding on the bed. He was a nice guy. Ian was saying something about a return visit to DC in the spring. I gave them my number and played it cool, not making complete sense of the dynamics of their relationship, and not wanting to alter those dynamics. I'm not a home-wrecker. I handed them back their jackets to make their way back into the cold night, and hugged each of them as they headed out. “You’re one hot little cunt”, Ian said as he kissed my ear and stepped out. Then I hugged Gareth. “Your sperm is already making a mess in my jeans, stud”, I whispered to him. I kissed him, and sent him back to the hotel, trying to hold onto his British load like a sticky souvenir. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... “So are you a top or a bottom?” I set my Sam Adams down and tried not to choke on the swig of beer lodged in my throat. In the middle of Rachel’s birthday party, we sat on her loveseat in her den and talked privately as the party blared on in the next room. I had just been lured into sex talk with a savvy straight classmate, who knew all the right questions to ask. As this was my third Sam Adams, I lost my ability to edit. “Total bottom, here”, I replied, with a devilish smile. “So you like to get fucked?” “Uh-huh, big time”, I continued to fill out her oral questionnaire. “So tell me”, she pressed on relentlessly, in her Alabama accent, “what is the kinkiest part or hottest part of your sex life with guys?” My mind darted back and forth, searching for searching for a polite, quick answer. Mud-wrestling? Leather chaps? Lassie? No. She was probing for something genuine and real. So I dropped my guard. “I like to get barebacked”. Oh boy, I skated right into the danger zone – too late now. “You mean being fucked without a condom? Why?” Here comes the safe sex lecture. “Well, I guess I like it when a guy cums inside me. Insemination feels like a meaningful part of the connection you have with a guy”. I knew better – this wasn’t going to fend her off, but she wanted honesty, and I sure just served it up. She smiled at me, put her hand on my knee and said, “Oh my gaaawd, I know how you feel. I used to think it was gross, but now I love it when my boyfriends cum inside me during intercourse”. Ok, so Alabama girl is kinkier than I thought. “You let your boyfriends cum inside you, without a condom?” I volleyed back to her, grateful to take the spotlight off me for a minute. Rachel explained that she’d been on the pill since she was 17, and inevitably, her boyfriends all get around to asking her if they can skip the condom, since she’s on the pill. Sometimes she relented, sometimes she didn’t. Her current boyfriend is some tightly-wound (but hot) ROTC dude that I’ve met a few times. Rachel confided that ROTC dude told her, on their third date, that he didn’t believe in condoms, and that a guy cumming inside a girl is a natural part of sex, and that natural intercourse was important to him. “And you let him do it? Did you enjoy it?” I asked, now genuinely curious about a straight woman’s perspective. “Well, I was a little squeamish at first, but I wanted to please him and soon enough, it just felt like the right way to have sex with him.” I feel that way too, I told her. The conversation picked up a bit, in pace and emotion. She told me about weighing the risks of STDs and pregnancy, especially because ROTC man is very fertile, apparently. I shared my internal debates about being HIV negative and knowing the risks of taking loads in my ass. Rachel sighed, “Yeah, well I can know the risks, but I weigh it against the pleasure it brings him and the special connection I feel with him as I open myself to his sperm.” I was amazed, I couldn’t have said it any better. That is why I bareback or at least one big reason. I want a guy to share himself with me fully, to not hold back, and to mark me as his. Risk is part of life, and so is connection. By the team we reached the bottom of our drink glasses, the banter had become pretty vivid. Rachel told me that she brings an extra pair of panties with her when ROTC dude spends the night, because she drips the next day. I let on that I used to sit in our Sociology class on September mornings, the sperm running down my jeans, having arrived in class not 20 minutes after a policeman neighbor of mine would come over and pump his morning load inside me on his way to work. Rachel was loving it. “So what about Tony?” (A teaching assistant from Buenos Aires that we’re both hot for.) “Would you let him cum in you?” she asked. “Hell yes”, I replied, faking an Alabaman twang. “As deep as he could shoot it inside me.” She cackled. “Get in line, honey, and I think he’s straight”. I mulled over a catty comeback, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. It was ROTC dude. “Rachel, honey, let’s wind the party down. I want to get some sleep.” I bet you do, Mr. ROTC sperm planter. Maybe it was the beer, but I drifted into reverie for a minute, fantasizing about a boyfriend of my own who didn’t fetishize barebacking and wasn’t hung up on it. He just accepted it as part of his otherwise normal life, and expected it from me. And wasn’t shy about enjoying it. Yeah. I kissed Rachel goodnight, and happy birthday, and happy turkey day. And I went home fantasizing about Rachel’s insemination that Monday night, but mostly savoring the most unexpected connection of learning that a woman too shares my deepest desires. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... 6:15 Proving once again that I can never make it to an airport on time, I zipped up my suitcase and looked for the number to call a taxi. Succumbing to family pressure to be home for Thanksgiving, I found a cheap flight home to Chicago, and was printing my electronic boarding pass when an IM window popped up on my screen. “You free right now to take a huge load in your ass?” I was being asked by an 18 year old student who claimed to attend my university. I was supposed to be in a cab for an 8:00pm flight. I pulled the taxi number and turned back to my laptop, asking for a rain check. “Where you located?” came the reply. He deduced that he lived two blocks from me, which upped the ante of his request. “I can be over there within 5 minutes and be cumming inside you within 10 minutes. It’ll take 15 minutes to get a cab, ya know. I haven’t cum in two weeks and I’ll be in southern Indiana this weekend, where I can’t even fuck a sheep. C’mon man, put out that sexy hole for a fellow student. Please?” I shut the laptop down, pulled the boarding pass, and put them in my bag. I jumped into the bathroom and pulled some lube, lowering my jeans to lube up my hole before the kid arrived. Not enough time to be eaten out and lubed properly, with saliva. 6:25 Hanging up from calling the taxi company, I opened the door to let him in. Cute in a geeky way, grinning profusely, he looked even younger in person. Pulling his jacket off as he walked in, he introduced himself as Bryan – half-heartedly– so it probably wasn't his real name. He seemed vaguely familiar from campus, but not enough to make things uncomfortable. He looked rail thin – maybe 120 pounds on a 6’2” frame, with a scruffy red hair, a two day beard, and baggy jeans. I took him by the hand and led him down the hall. “Can you just kneel on the corner edge of the bed with your back to me?” Bryan asked. I shimmied out of my jeans and boxers and assumed the position. “No, I want you completely naked when I fuck you”, came the protest, as Bryan kicked off his flip-flops and pulled off his sweatshirt. Off came my shirt and socks, as I knelt on the edge of the bed, and Bryan yanked his sweatpants down to free an 8” boner, springing fully hard. He moved to the edge of the bed, between my legs, and got behind me. Grabbing the lube from the bed, he drizzled it along the top of his shaft until it glistened. Then, Bryan took a step forward, putting his arms around me and placed both cold, sticky hands on my chest, locking me in place. In one motion, he drove his cock all way inside me, catching me off guard to the point I almost lost my balance. I winced. “I’m sorry”, Bryan stammered, “Are you ok?” He was nervous. “Yeah, it’s ok. Go ahead. Keep fucking”, I exhaled through clenched teeth. His cock wasn’t particularly thick, but loooonng. Bryan drove his cock inside me in short, furtive thrusts, gasping at the pleasure of nailing a bare hole, but trying to cum quickly. Faced away from him, I closed my eyes for a second and just listened to his moaning. 6:35 The taxi company called; the driver was outside. “Are you ready?” the dispatched blared into my cell phone. “I’m coming”, I offered, trying to sound calm as an 8” cock was being jammed into my hole. Well, it wasn’t me who was cumming, technically. I gave it 30 seconds, turned around, and said nicely, “Hey stud, I gotta go”. Bryan tightened his grip around my chest as he drove himself inside me and whispered, “Just be still a minute and let me finish inside you. I'm so close.” A minute passed. Then another. He was still fucking. I could hear the taxi honking outside. “I’m gonna miss my flight”, I whined, politely. “Oh fuck, here it comes”, Bryan gasped, softly. I held still as he drove himself all the way inside my ass, again, and again, and then once more. His back wrapping against my back, I felt his entire body shudder for 40 seconds. The taxi honked again, but I stayed taut for another full minute, putting my hands on his arms to hold him, waiting patiently until he finished filling my hole and then finally relaxed. If I was going to miss a flight, this was a great reason for it. Bryan slumped for a few seconds and kissed my sweaty back. “Thank you”, he murmured, approvingly, and slowly pulled his cock from my hole. 6:40 I followed Bryan out the front door, locking it behind me. Pulling my bag along, I did the mental checklist: Wallet. Check. Keys. Check. Boarding pass. Check. Skinny dude’s cumload lodged 8” deep in my ass, where it belonged. Check. Money for cab. Check. I jumped in and waved at Bryan, now properly ready to begin the family trip home. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Winding down a long, emotional conversation with my mother after taking in a matinee of “Slumdog Millionaire”, I switched my cell back on. My belated holiday greeting from Justin, my ex, was the first of two new messages: Justin60606: Hey buddy, hope you had a great T-Day with the family. Sorry I’ll miss you and your hot ass this weekend, but we’re in SoCal. Hope you don’t mind, but I gave your email addy to 2 chitown tops who’ve been lookin for a good bottom. I casually mentioned your self-professed love of getting pumped full of spunk, and they’re hot for a turn at it. They’ll be in touch. Have fun ;-) J. Oh, Justin, always thinking of me. Of course, he said nothing about who he was passing my email and photos to. Minor details, I guess. The second, sent two minutes later, was from one of my (anxious) newfound admirers: TattooedTop: Dude, heard from Justin you might be willing to bottom for me. Name’s Troy. I’ve been laid up for a week with the nasty cold going round, and now I’m totally ready to pound a nice hole. Think I could drain my ballsac in that sweet hole tonight? Let’s fuck, dude! Hit me back. The photos attached to the note revealed a heavily tattooed and pieced European type, maybe 30 years old. Troy was disarmingly inked and sexy, all at once. Waiting until Mom and I finished our discussion and made it back home, I replied back and we set up a meeting for early Friday evening. In the 15 minute taxi ride from Rogers Park to Troy’s condo in Boystown, I chuckled at the thought of being whored out by my ex. Knocking loud enough to be heard over the Portishead CD drifting into the hall, Troy finally opened the door and stood there for 10 seconds. “Hey sexy” was followed by a 5 second pause as he slowly looked me up and down, then “Very nice”. He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the dimly lit living room. We sat on Troy’s futon, traversing our mutual discovery process, sizing each other up. His low voice betrayed a sensual Czech accent, which distracted me as I counted his piercings: eyebrows, ears, nose, and lower lip. Troy’s body was a complex series of Samoan Tribal tattoos, which I could see through his sheer red tank top and white pajama pants. They reminded me of Jessie O’Toole from T.I.M., though Troy had coal black buzzed hair, goatee, and the deepest, widest coal black eyes. He wouldn’t relent until I smoked a joint with him and agreed to a shot of Becherovka. (Nasty, vile stuff.) As I mellowed, he put his arm around me and I noticed Troy’s beautiful olive skin and appearance; they were at odds with the “alternative” dude he was trying to project: The tank top fit his thin, lightly muscled body perfectly, and his hands and feet were perfectly groomed. I’d never seen such beautiful size 12 feet on a man, which were hard to miss as he stretched out. Troy interrupted my appraisal as his mouth nuzzled against my ear: “Dude, suck my cock right now”. Troy stretched his legs apart, untied the strings to his cotton pajama pants, and motioned for me to kneel on the floor in front of him. Emerging from the drawstrings like Godzilla off Japanese waters, Troy’s uncut cock presented a stiff 8 or 9 inch challenge, with a 2 gauge pa to boot. I realized I’d never had sex with a prince albert before, but Troy’s hands on the back of my head gave me a hurried introduction. I improvised a bit as the cockhead and pa parted my lips and pushed steadily to the back of my throat. Troy pushed my head further, and the metal of the pa hit my tonsils and pushed them aside. I picked up a good rhythm, and Troy moaned as his legs stretched wider as his bottom boy sucked him balls deep and his cock grew harder and wetter. The CD had stopped by now, leaving only the sound of hungry cocksucking and an occasional appreciative moan echoing in the room. Not wanting to cum yet, Troy led me to his bed, stripped off his red tank and laid back on his bed, tossing me a bottle of Wet. “Ride this cock and prove to me just how cum hungry you really are”, he grinned. The soreness in the back of my throat suggested that I lube up very well, and I obediently lowered myself an inch at a time, mindful of the pa scraping along the soft lining of my bare hole. Lower. Lower. Lower still, until my hole stretched wider and I rested on his balls. Troy was pretty high by then, but completely hard as I began to slowly ride him, the velvet walls of my hot wet hole tightening on the way up and loosening on the way back down. I showed him how cum hungry I was, milking him nicely. “Fuck”, he murmured, with a glazed look in his eye. Troy rolled me over until my legs rested on his shoulders, and he leaned forward to kiss and lick and then bite my neck. This can be an odd position to get fucked in, but Troy’s cock lined up perfectly with the angle of my hole, and he began to pump in steady, symmetric, deep strokes, a perfect fucking rhythm that distracted me from the pa gliding back and forth inside me. I closed my eyes and concentrated, tightening my hole as he pulled out, loosening as he pushed back in, tight, loose, tight, loose. Troy fucked me with a steady rhythm that made it easy to milk him. He began fucking harder and faster, and soon enough moaned loudly and blasted thick ropes of hot cum inside my hole. I can’t always feel a guy shooting inside me, but there was no mistaking the sensation of being completely filled by Troy’s week-long recuperation. He slumped forward and collapsed on top of me, and I held him for a while, taking in the smell of sweat and insemination. After a while, Troy’s breathing deepened, and after another minute, fell asleep, on top of me and still inside me. I held him for 20 or 25 minutes, content that I’d used my hole to milk him to the point where he could pass out like that. Well, maybe the joint had something to do with it, too. Finally, I moved Troy gently to wake him, trying to slide him off me. Finally, he came to, smiled groggily at me, kissed me for the first time and pinned me in place. As his tongue found the back of my throat, his cock stiffened inside me again and he resumed fucking, his cock still coated from his first explosion inside me. The wetness of my cum-filled hole drove Troy crazy and he began to pound me this time, like one dog humps another, the pa now too coated in cum to do much damage. Troy's fucking forced some of his first cumload out of my hole and dripping down the crack of my ass. We kissed passionately for another minute and Troy suddenly pulled his mouth off mine, resting his head on the pillow next to me and cried, “Jesus”, as he blew his second load inside me. I held him again as his cock softened, but my hole was too sloppy now and his cock slipped out naturally. We embraced for another few minutes, and he sure enough, Troy passed out again, peaceful and drained. The evening lent itself to a sleepover and hopefully another breeding or two. But my parents were waiting for my return home. So I pulled my clothes on, pulled the covers over a snoring Troy to keep him warm, kissed his forehead, locked his door behind me, and finally stepped out onto Halstead to flag a cab home, buzzed, bred, and content after a good night’s milking. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... After a delayed 7am flight back to DC from O’Hare and a Noon matinee of “Milk” which left me emotionally drained and introspective (the documentary footage over the opening credits made me cry), retreating to my quiet townhouse and a warm bed felt like the perfect antidote for a cold rainy DC afternoon. No such luck. Drifting off an hour later, my cell phone startled me back into consciousness. Andrés was on the line, back from Lima after a week. Was I free to be fucked? He’d intended to hook up with an ex- in Lima, who ultimately flaked out on him at the last minute, intensifying his frustration. Not feeling especially horny or energetic today, I demurred, suggesting I wouldn’t be the most eager bottom for him. I knew that wouldn’t work, but it was worth a try. “Well, you know by now that I have no problems pounding you when you’re asleep. C’mon! You can relax on your stomach. Really, I just need a hot bare hole to fuck and unload in. That’s all. Please?” By 3:00, I stripped off my tank top and gym shorts and stretched out face down on the bed, as Andrés unbuttoned his dress shirt and unbuckled his pants, standing over me, watching my naked body. “I’ve been brewing cum in these balls for a week, hoping to spray it in that sweet cumhole”, he offered as foreplay. The weight of his loosened belt brought his pants down, and the buckle hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud. Andrés knelt on the bed, pushed my legs apart, and moved his body up towards mine. I felt his hot breath at my hole, slowly exhaling. Then his tongue darted lightly at my hole, then around the rim, then along my asscheeks, and finally back to my hole. Then he drove his tongue in deeper and spat a mouthful of saliva he’d gathered at the entrance to my hole, using his tongue to drive it inside me, lubing me to take his cock. I would have loved an extended rim job, but Andrés drove north with his tongue, into the small of my back, kissing it, moving slowly up my spine, in between my shoulder blades, and to my neck, exhaling on it and licking it and making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Andrés’ rested his body on mine and his cock pushed at the entrance to my hole. I opened my legs a bit and he slid all the way in. Once inside me, Andrés put one arm under my chest, pulling my body against his and holding me in place. His other arm wrapped around under my neck, putting me into a chokehold, like a pinned wrestler. Andrés had me where he wanted me and now he was ready to fuck. And fuck he did. He pulled his cock up and then forced it straight back down inside me. In-and-out. Straight up and straight down; punch-fucking my hole with increased intensity. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. His trademark. Andrés didn’t vary his fucking much, except to push my legs together or force them wider apart, back and forth. As his fucking grew more intense, the chokehold of Andrés’ arm around my neck grew tighter and it got harder to breathe. I pulled myself away from it, but Andrés was lost in fucking and soon I was being choked again. Ten minutes in, Andrés moaned wordlessly, “mmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmm” while pumping a forceful stream of cum inside me, fucking deep to lodge his load directly into my intestines. His body slumped on mine as Andrés caught his breathe, but he was still rock hard, and I knew he wasn’t nearly finished. A minute later the hole banging resumed, and the chokehold around my neck tightened once again. Andrés was right – he just needed a hole to fuck today. He’d long since stopped talking to me, preferring to concentrate on satiating his physiological need to unload his ballsac in a warm place (while constricting my esophagus). It could have been any hole, I guess, but he chose mine to drive his sperm inside. And so I laid there under Andrés, reflecting that sex is sometimes about deep connection with a whole person –and sometimes your role is just to be fucked and bred like a cheap blow-up doll. Was it sleazy or just being empathic to his needs? As I thought about it, Andrés worked a second load into my now sloppy hole, and finally a third. Just less than an hour after he first slid inside me, Andrés had drained 10 days worth of cum where it belonged. He collapsed for a short minute, then pulled himself off me, kissed my shoulder blades and back, and sat on the edge of the bed, coming back to Earth and regaining his balance. “Goddamn, thank you”, he smiled, slapping my ass. After washing up in the bathroom, Andrés sat down again, pulling on his clothes, glancing up and down at the messy results of a victorious, needy breeding. “I’d love to see more of you while I’m still in DC. And I’d like to introduce you to some of my buddies. You open-minded enough for some real adventure?” Like what, I asked tentatively? Never give a clear answer to a vague question like that. “I have a Cuban friend in Alexandria who’d absolutely love to bang that fuckhole and fill it. He knows you and I fuck. The two of you would be beautiful together, fucking in all positions on your bed. I want to sit in that chair, watch it, and jack off to it – a live porno, right in front of me!” So this is how it starts. I could spend a lifetime satiating the pent-up needs of men who only want to pound and fill hole. Not all I’d hoped for in my dating life at this moment, but my dating life wasn’t so hot, at present. “We’ll work something out”, I replied, smiling back at Andrés. He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and smacked my ass one last time. “So what you mean to say is, ‘I can’t wait’”. He pulled his jacket back on, and let himself out. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Matt took his mouth off mine long enough to scan the room, look back at me, and laugh, “I think we’re attracting the wrong sort of attention here.” Hemmed in on the sofa between Matt and his boyfriend, Calvin, and spinning after my third long island tea, I was enjoying Melanie’s holiday party maybe a little too much. I decided to attend on Thursday night at the last minute, to hang with my friends before we disappeared into the semester’s denouement of late-night studying and finals. Not long after I’d arrived, I locked eyes with Matt briefly, a tall Asian guy huddled and chatting with my friend Rachel, and for the next half hour, I felt his stare bearing down on me as I made a round through the crowd. Finally, Matt and Calvin followed me in the kitchen as I threw more ice into my drink and introduced themselves. Stopping in D.C. for a few days on an extended vacation in the U.S., Matt and Calvin were a cute twenty-something metrosexual Asian couple from Hong Kong. Calvin let on that he used to date Melanie a couple years back, when he lived here and still thought he was “bi”. Our kitchen introductions were peppered with a heavy dose of cruising: Matt rested his hand on my shoulders as we talked, never once blinking in the heavy eye contact. Calvin mixed a second long island tea for me, this one much stronger than my first. As the kitchen grew crowded again, we moved to the sofa in the side room and talked about their visit. Flanked on either side of me, Matt and Calvin were friendly and flirty, and talking quickly segued into making out. I enjoyed the attention of two cute men who were obviously into me. The party guests walking by found this amusing, and while Calvin’s tongue found its way into my mouth, Matt stood up and looked down at me, “Come back to our hotel and have sex with us tonight.” In the backseat of the cab from Capitol Hill to their hotel room at the Hotel Palomar, we fell back into our three-way connection. Matt put his arm around my jacket, pulling me closer to him and kissed me passionately. As we kissed, he rubbed his other hand back and forth along the inside of my leg. Calvin took my right hand and guided it to his crotch. His hand guided my palm back and forth across his hard on, a big hard lump in his linen pants. My palm was being led up and down his shaft, under his balls, and back again. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the cab driver looking back in mild surprise. Neither Matt nor Calvin seemed particularly shy or concerned about the show we were putting on. Piling into their suite, we sat on the bed and warmed up for a minute by sucking face: Matt and I, then Calvin and I, then Matt and Calvin. Finally, Matt pulled me up by the hand and kissed me again, unbuttoning my shirt as Calvin knelt and pulled at my belt and my jeans. Matt ran his hands down my smooth chest, pulling my shirt down off my arms. Calvin yanked at my boxers, allowing Matt to rest his hands on my bare ass, his tongue driving deeper into my throat as he pulled me closer to his body heat. Matt leaned forward, pushing me down onto the bed as he followed, straddling me. Calvin climbed onto the bed too, running his hands along the sides of my chest and stroking my nipples, making them hard. Both of them were fully clothed, though they’d managed to strip me naked and underneath them on bed. Finally, Matt rolled over, on top of me, as Calvin stripped down, his smooth tan body bulked up from working out. As Calvin stepped out of his briefs, his boner sprung straight out, pointing full mast right at me. Calvin climbed on the bed, pushing Matt aside, as Calvin took his place on top of me, naked now, kissing me and teasing my nipples. Matt leaned down and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, lowering himself onto it and twisting his head in a circular motion. Buzzed and in sensory overload, I closed my eyes and gave into pleasure emanating from my nipples and a wet mouth on my cock. It had been a week since I’d cum last. Calvin moved himself up to the headboard, legs on either side of my head, and used his thumb to guide his boner between my lips and into my mouth. He angled his hips to straddle my face and guide his cock all the way down my throat. As Calvin sank his cock balls deep in my tonsils, Matt pulled off of my cock and stood up to undress. I moved my head so that I could comfortably take Calvin’s cock all the way and still breathe, and sensing my comfort, he began to fuck my face. I heard Matt’s pants drop and his briefs being pulled down, and I wanted to look at his naked body, but I couldn’t see past Calvin’s torso rhythmically moving back and forth in front of me, driving his cock into my wet mouth. I heard the unmistakable sound of a lube bottle cap opening, as Matt crawled back on the bed, pushing my legs apart. Calvin moved further up on the bed, now fucking straight down into my mouth, the pungent aroma of his crotch forcing its way into my nostrils, competing with the oxygen in the room. Matt’s hands pulled my legs up, resting my heels on his pecs. I felt his warm mouth licking the sides of my feet and my toes as his slick-wet cock jabbed at the entrance to my hole, lubing it a little more with every push forward. Finding the right angle, Matt sank his cock into my velvet tunnel with a single thrust and then rested there, his balls rubbing up against their sex target. Matt never asked about a condom, just sliding inside my bare hole. With my mouth stuffed full of Calvin’s cock, I could neither object nor beg for it. The tables had turned now, and the two of them were using my body for their pleasure. Calvin drove himself deep into my face and Matt slid his legs back and forth, working up a nice fucking motion as he sucked my toes, one at a time. Soon enough, Calvin began breathing hard as his torso forced his shaft all the way inside my throat. He gasped and I felt a hot blast of cum hitting the back of tonsils as he bucked and throbbed, his fucking motion more erratic now. I relaxed my throat, trying not to choke, and simply swallowed Calvin’s entire load, not tasting the cum, but just letting it slide down my throat and into my stomach. Calvin’s cock softened in my mouth, and he pulled out, spinning around to suck me off now. Calvin’s mouth milked my shaft as I began to milk his boyfriend with my cumhole. As I tried to clear Calvin’s salty coating from the back of my mouth, as I felt myself getting closer to cumming. I noticed Matt’s breathing getting heavier and he began thrusting his way towards an orgasm, tickling my toes with his tongue. Finally, I lost control, showering the inside of Calvin’s mouth with a week’s worth of cum. As I arched forward, Matt bucked and jerked, and shot his load inside me, my now wet hole creating a sloppy sound that filled the room as Matt continued to fuck. I lay back, and allowed my body to exchange my load for Matt’s. Matt and Calvin invited me to spend the night, and I slept in between the two of them in their king bed. We snuggled together, two warm bodies to cling to on either side, perfect for a cold night. We talked about silly things and then drifted off, content and warm. Sometime in the middle of the night, Calvin woke me and rolled me over onto my stomach. He was hard and wanted to fuck. Calvin slid on top of me and pushed his cock inside my still-wet hole. His fucking was groggy and slow, driven by an instinctual need to unload. Calvin’s legs forced mine apart, and he leaned down and kissed my neck as he pumped my hole. He moaned softly in my ear, pushed inside one last time, and unleashed short bursts of cum inside me, soft and wet. I clasped his hands in mine and we relaxed for a few minutes until we both began to drift off, still in position. Calvin’s body rocked back and forth; Matt was now awake and pushed Calvin aside to get his own turn inside me. Matt’s body replaced Calvin’s on top of me, and his cock easily sank inside me. Matt straddled my back and began to fuck straight up and down inside me, his balls desperate to unload another salty cargo. Calvin was now on his back, snoring. Matt and I laughed as we fucked. “Imagine having to hear that every night”, he laughed as he began to pound harder. Matt kept a steady forceful fucking motion and I closed my eyes, ate the pillow, and began to milk his cock with my hole. We fucked for what seemed like a half hour, and eventually, Matt grabbed my chest, forced himself deeper inside me, and began to moan. With my hole already soaked in cum, this time we both actually heard Matt’s forceful squirting in my ass. Matt fucked his cum deeper inside me, his DNA mixing with Calvin’s inside my body, determined to win the biological competition by getting more of his own sperm inside me. He rested for a minute and then fucked me a third time, until I simply passed out. The morning light gradually streaked into the room and I squinted at the alarm clock in the room. 7:20. I rolled over, trying to extricate myself from the pile of manflesh. I had an 8:00 Macroeconomics class, so it was past time to wash up and head out. My movements woke Matt and Calvin, who by now were both sporting morning wood. I explained that I need to get home and shower up before class, but they were having none of it. Matt stroked my nipples again, and Calvin rolled over, pinning me on back and forcing his hardon inside me. I looked at the clock again, but Matt pulled my face to his and kissed me as Calvin drove himself inside me. Matt pulled back to watch his boyfriend fuck me, whispering, “You know we’re not going to let you leave yet, cutie”. Calvin drove his cock in my ass furtively, forcefully, desperate to cum again. It didn’t take long. Calvin picked up the pace, jack-hammering my hole for 5 minutes solid until he twitched and coated it with another load. Calvin pulled out and rolled over, and I sat up again. It was now 7:40. Matt body-blocked me, pushing me back down. “Where do you think you’re going?” as he resumed Calvin’s position, teasing my nipples, forcing my legs apart, and impaled me in place. “You’ve got one hot wet hole to match that handsome face. We want a boy like you back home, one who knows how to take cum properly.” Matt kissed me and ran his fingertips back and forth over my nipples as his torso pumped into me. I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him passionately, wrapping my legs around his back. I’d be late for class, but I bonded physically and biologically with Matt and Calvin, each breeding just making me hungrier for the next. My night with them just stoked my addiction for cum and I finally just gave in and embraced it. I clung to Matt tightly, locked in a kiss, until he blew another load inside me. Yeah. It was too late to shower or go home. I washed up, kissed them both, and began my walk of shame down New Hampshire Avenue. My clothes were wrinkled, my hair unkempt, and I smelled like cum. A lot of cum. But this is how I prefer to wake up now, relaxed and wet from the deep connection of another man’s insemination. Or, as on this cold Friday morning, the repeated insemination of two cute men, their DNA mixing together deep inside my body, keeping me warm on my way to class. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... “Andrés tells me you really know to suck a man’s cock”, Rafi murmured to me in a thick Cuban accent, as he stood in front of me, stepping out of his dress pants in the middle of a slow strip tease. “Well, I want to get my cock sucked today. Think you can help me?” Rafi teased. Entranced by Rafi’s solid 5’5” frame and near-model classic looks, I nodded and licked my lips, teasing him back. Andrés had helped me undress as Rafi sat in the bedroom chair and leered at me, approvingly. Now it was my turn to kneel on my floor in front of Rafi, stripped to my boxers, as he pulled off the last of his clothes until he stood naked in front of me, a toned body, dark olive skin, and a beautiful rock hard uncut cock, maybe 7” and thick. Andrés sat back on my bed and watched me submit to his buddy, groping his cock in his pants. Rafi stepped towards me until his cockhead pointed right at the tip of my nose. I could smell its pungent throbbing. I opened my lips to begin sucking it, but Rafi pulled away and picked up his winter jacket. “I get off on a hands-free suck job”, Rafi smiled at me, pulling a pair of silver handcuffs out of his pocket and dangling them in front of me. “You cool with sucking with no hands?” It took a few seconds to make the connection, until I looked back at Andrés, who simply nodded his head. I looked back at Rafi, and shrugged nervously. Rafi smiled and helped me up. “Kneel down in the front of the chair”, he commanded, pointing to the chair in the corner of my bedroom, facing the bed. I sank to my knees, and Rafi unlocked the cuffs, let them slide down my spine, and cuffing my hands behind my back. Making a quick mental calculation of my ability to bolt from the room if needed, I opted in to Rafi’s little adventure. He sat down in the chair in front of me, reached up to place his hands on the back of my head, and brought it down over his shaft. I opened my mouth and let myself be guided down onto his stiff uncut cock, licking and twisting my head slightly, while trying to keep my balance. Rafi moved my head in long, even strokes, down to the base of his cock and up to the head, then down again. Rafi growled approvingly and his precum streaked into my mouth as he pulled my head like a fleshlight. I heard Andrés unzip his pants and reach for his cock, on the bed. Rafi pulled my head up and pushed me back a little, away from his cock. He stood up, and pulled my cuffed arm so that I knelt, standing up, beside the chair. He stood in front of me, his wet cock glistening with my saliva, blocking me into the corner where the chair stood. Rafi stepped towards me, and his cock slid back into my mouth again as his palms found the back of my head. Now, he held my head in place and drove his cock into my mouth in a slow rhythm, driving deeper until his cockhead punched my tonsils, again and again, like a punching bag. Unable to adjust the angle of my sucking, I did my best to relax my gag reflex and take it. Rafi moaned and stepped forward again, his legs now squeezing my shoulders together, and moved in for the kill. His cock began a violent thrusting assault on my throat, stretching past my tonsils and forcing a swallowing reflex as he buried himself until his ballsac rested on my chin. My eyes were tearing now, mostly from the vigorous jabbing of his thick cock and the lack of oxygen. Rafi was driving to his orgasm and didn’t care. From his breathing and the twitching of his cock, I knew he was close. I was waiting for the verbal cues of a man starting to cum, but they never arrived. Without warning, I felt several hot bursts of cum in my mouth, spraying the roof of my mouth, and then my tonsils, and then my tongue, and finally the back of my throat. Rafi drove himself all the way inside me, forcing me to swallow his load in one gulp. I felt his legs tremble a little as he drained the last of his sperm along the insides of my cheeks. Rafi grabbed the key, uncuffed me, and took my face in hands. “Hot little mouth. You made me cum nice and hard”. Rafi motioned for Andrés, now naked, to get off the bed. Rafi turned back to me, lying back on my bed and spreading his legs. “Lick my cock and balls until they’re clean”. I bent over him, pulling his cock up. “No hands or I’ll cuff you again!” he barked. I bent down and licked the remaining traces of cum off his balls slowly, worshipping the sac that now coated my teeth, my tongue, and my throat. I ran my tongue along the inside of Rafi’s legs, and below his balls, just above his hole. Rafi moaned, grabbing his sticky cock, and slapping my face with it. I took his cock in my mouth slowly, cleaning it and rolling it in my mouth. Andrés enjoyed the view of me, bent over, cleaning his buddy. “He’s got such a beautiful hole, Rafi. Look at it.” As Andrés spoke to Rafi in Spanish, Rafi grew hard again in my mouth. I began to suck, but Rafi pulled out, spun around and knelt behind me, sensually blowing into my hole, licking it, and inserting his finger inside to loosen me up. “Turn around on the bed and face Andrés”, Rafi murmured as he kissed and licked at my hole, making love to it. I twisted around on my knees, facing Andrés who was now sitting in the chair, jerking off in full mode, watching me. Rafi moved around and knelt behind me, sliding his cock between my cheeks, and then drove himself inside. “Shit”, he gasped, grabbing my torso for leverage. Andrés enjoyed the show right in front of him, watching his friend behind me, fucking me doggy-style, with only the sound of hard cock driving inside a bare hole, as the Saturday night snow sprinkled against the bedroom window. “Brandon, you’re so beautiful when you’re getting fucked; the look in your eyes”, Andrés teased. “Look at yourself.” I glanced over at the mirror on my dresser, watching myself as I kneeled and took Rafi’s pounding. Rafi raised himself up on the balls of his feet, leaned down onto my back, and began to drive his cock up into me, humping me harder, like one dog mounting another. I looked again; it was indeed beautiful. Not me, per se, but the contortions of Rafi’s face as he took pleasure being inside my bare hole. Andrés stood up and moved towards me, sinking his cock into my mouth. Rafi barked something back to Andrés in Spanish, which startled Andrés and caused him to take a step back. (Andrés later explained that it roughly translated as “Back away from the little bitch! Let me finish with him.”) Instead, Andrés stood right in front of me, shifting his gaze back and forth from Rafi’s pumping, to my glazed look, jacking furiously. Without warning, Andrés exploded, unleashing hot violent streams of cum that splashed my across my face and arms, my hair, my bedspread, and my hardwood floor. Rafi raised himself higher, slammed his cock into me and cried out, blasting his own scalding load deep in my wet tunnel, marking my cumhole with his sperm. Rafi’s orgasm caused him to collapse on my back and his sudden weight made my knees buckle. We fell out into a pile on my bed, now sticky from Andrés’ ejaculation. Only after sitting next to me on the bed, pulling his clothes back on, did Rafi finally lean over and kiss me, on the forehead. “Andrés wasn’t bullshitting. That was the hottest fuck I’ve had in a long time”, he grinned. “This city is filled with so-called bottoms”, he added, putting his arm around me. “But you have some special talents, young man. Talents that Andrés and I can make very good use of. We know you love cum, so let us and our friends keep you swimming in it. Would you like that?” I didn’t say anything, but my look must have told Rafi all he wanted to hear. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Taking a break between studying for final exams, I spent a few minutes cleaning out my email box, which after a couple days was chock full of very gracious offers to inherit a large sum of money from a widow in Nigeria. And then I found another email from my mysterious admirer: AsianBoyBreeder: Dude, I keep jacking off to your profile and obsessing over an anonymous, late night fuck at your place! Seriously fucking hot! Did you do what I asked you to do, and buy a blindfold? C’mon man, you said you were turned on to the idea! Not as turned on as I am, thinking about blowing my massive load up your ass while you’re blindfolded and sleeping. I am totally serious. Let’s plan it now. I wrote back and admitted that yeah, I had thought about it, but no, I hadn’t bought a blindfold yet. Within 15 minutes, he replied and told me to take a break from school later that afternoon, head over to the Leather Rack in Dupont Circle, where a blindfold would be already paid for and being held for me. But there was a catch: AsianBoyBreeder: When you get the blindfold, I want you to cross the street and head over to the Starbucks on the other side of Connecticut. Just relax and have a cup of coffee for an hour, starting at 6pm. I want to get a good look at the hole I’ll be blowing in. Just tell me what you’ll be wearing. BrandonG: I can buy my own blindfold. So, what will you be wearing? AsianBoyBreeder: Well, we won’t actually be meeting. Just sit there and drink your coffee. Don’t make it obvious that you’re looking for someone. I’m not going to approach you or harm you. But trust me, I’ll be checking you out. I just ask for one hour. And you’ll get a free blindfold out of it. Maybe even a hot blindfolded fuck ;-) Reading over the exchange, I personally found the idea of being put through a test to be irritating. But after a week of non-stop studying and no sex, I needed to get out of my townhouse. Even still, I was thinking with my cum-hungry hole and not my head. Scanning up and down the shelves at the Leather Rack, I smirked at all of the expensive items a guy can buy to spruce up his sex life - leather clothes, toys, harnesses, masks, lubes, porn magazines, condoms (oops, won’t need those). The young hottie sales clerk, in a tone that suggested I might have walked into the wrong store, looked me up and down as he asked if he could help me. “I think there might be a blindfold being put aside for me?” His eyes narrowed and his smile broadened a bit, in recognition. “Oh….of course”. I followed him to the counter, gave him my name, and he pulled out a leather blindfold and dropped it into the bag. “Already paid for”, he shrugged, and held out the bag. I asked if he knew who purchased it. “Nah. It was here when I came in at 4.” Dodging traffic across Connecticut Avenue at a couple minutes past 6:00, I pushed my way into the Starbucks and ordered a hot chai tea. (I hate the taste of coffee.) Scanning the store, I looked for a guy who fit the limited description I had – late 30s, Asian, in-shape. Of course, the cafe was mobbed, noisy and bustling with all sorts of folk. I grabbed one of the last free tables and settled down, shucking off my jacket. As a tease, I put on my tight Juicy jeans and a form fitting grey pullover. Since I’d be there an hour, I pulled a Macroeconomics textbook and a couple magazines out of my bookbag. It was only then that a headline on the copy of the Economist caught my eye, “Sperm and Intelligence”. Suitable enough, it seemed, so I settled in and began reading. Not nervous, but distracted, I stopped reading periodically to scan the room. Who is this guy? Looking table to table, I watched a young Latin couple having a fight. A mother with a toddler, rocking her stroller and praying for a break in the whining. A table of three gay men, none Asian, cruising me heavily, but not in a particularly knowing way. A gathering of business men and women, white, Asian, African-American, talking over some deal they had just won – very loudly – but paying no attention to anyone but themselves. An older white gentleman, reading the paper, looking sad and lonely, as if he were grateful to be around people – but obviously distracted when a young woman walked in. And behind me, an animated assembly of young Brazilians, maybe my age. I instantly recognized a few Portuguese words. I turned back to my article, which brought the casual reader up to date on a British study linking a man’s intelligence with his sperm quality (defined as concentration, count, and motility). I finished the article, now newly motivated to dive back into my Macroeconomics text. I looked at my watch, and my hour was up. Maybe he didn’t show up, after all. Finally, I dismissed the encounter as anti-climactic and walked back home, enjoying the clean, brisk DC air on a Friday night. Later that evening, I’d received another email: AsianBoyBreeder: Thanks for coming out tonight, dude. You’re even cuter than your pics. And that ass…..woof. Not to mention a smart boy who reads The Economist. Pick your night, email me your address, put the blindfold on, and leave your door unlocked. I promise when you wake up the next morning, you’ll have a massive, thick load of sperm inside you and a puddle between your legs. Don’t disappoint me. BrandonG: Were you even there tonight? I didn’t see you. This is kinda weird. AsianBoyBreeder: You weren’t supposed to see me, duh! That’s the point. But I saw that you picked up the blindfold, so I know you’re into exploring this. Just try it once and enjoy the sensation of letting a man you don’t know and will never see use your body, fuck you and bury his load inside you. You’ll be hot and rock hard the whole time, I promise. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to enjoy a hot anonymous bareback fuck with a young jock like yourself and knock him up while he sleeps. No names, no awkward smalltalk, no questions, no talking. Just two hot men, doing what nature and biology intended, in silence. I’m SO ready. And so are you, I know it. I have to admit, I found the idea hot – hot enough to try it once. I wrote back, saying that I’ll set it up for once finals are over. That’ll buy me a few days to decide if it’s a dumb idea or the crazy-hot fantasy that I’ve jacked off to twice already. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... “Hey cutie, wanna ride a Marine today?” Scruntizing the photo attached to the IM, the dude did look military-ish, although in DC that’s not distinctive. I looked closer at the “Semper Fi” tattoo in the photo. And then placed his location on Google maps: Triangle, Virginia. Yikes! It was a good 90 minute drive from me. I admitted to him that I didn’t own a car. “Fuck, dude. Been laid up here for a month in recovery since my last tour of duty. I haven’t been able to cum in a hole for more than a year now. Can’t you figure out a way to get down here and take a load from a man who defends your country?” Bart was a 22-year old who’d returned home from Fallujah with a wounded leg. Originally from Mississippi, he’d unlikely make it home for the holidays, given his limited mobility. Bart wasn't finding any action close to base – surprising, given all the sex stories you read. I found my empathy tugging at me. Finals were over and I had the day to myself, so I rented a ZipCar and embarked on my own little USO tour. Bart met me at the front door, in a bathrobe and visibly struggling with his crutches. His entire right leg was in a cast up to his mid-thigh. I helped him back to his bed and took my coat off. I looked around and realized I'd left DC in more ways than one. Clearly, he hadn’t cleaned the place in a while and the apartment reminded me of the smoking lounge at Dulles Airport. Bart’s buzzcut, muscular frame and brown puppy dog eyes were a welcome diversion from the second hand smoke snaking into my lungs. Sensing I’d warmed up from a cold drive, Bart pulled the tie off his bathrobe, grinning at me as he revealed a still-taut body and a raging 8” hard-on. “Look at the big cock I have for you to ride”, his teased in a heavy southern accent. “Watch the cast though, it still hurts”, Bart warned. I pulled my sweater off and unzipped my pants, then lowered my boxer briefs in a slow tease. “Let me see that ass”, Bart barked as he grabbed his cock. I turned around and he growled approvingly. “Get on the bed on all fours and bend over so I can see that hole.” Spread-eagle, I spread my legs and pressed my chest to his bed, offering a deep view into my hole. “Fuck dude, I wanna blow my load in that.” I turned around and crawled between his legs and hungrily took his cock in my mouth. “Don’t! You’re gonna make me cum when I really want to unload in your ass.” I let Bart’s stiff boner slide out of my mouth and surveyed my approach to ride him. His cast was too far up to ride as I normally would; I’d hurt him. I opted to squat over his torso, let his cockhead find my hole and push gradually until his shaft parted the ring of my hole and then my bare tunnel. I lowered myself gradually down onto his cock until I felt the hair of his crotch, stopping just short of full contact with his balls. Controlling the motion with my thighs, I milked him without resting my weight on him. I’d just found a secondary benefit to all those squats and deadlifts at the gym. “Motherfucker, this is just what I needed”, my marine moaned in appreciation. I smiled at him as I raised myself up and down on his shaft. Bart’s baby face placed him somewhere younger than 22, but his gaze struck me as a little haunted. “I’ve been a good boy all though finals, and now I want you to explode inside me and fill me”, I teased, now mastering my squat-milking movements. Bart placed his hands on my torso, and sighed loudly. “Don’t stop, just keep moving up and down on my cock, just like that. I’m so fucking close”. Bart’s grip on my torso tightened and his breath grew sharper. “Fuck! You want my load? Well, fucking take it like a man!” I felt three hard squirts tickle my insides and Bart’s eyes rolled back, his body tensing. I kept a steady rhythm, then slowed down to give me legs a rest. I pulled my hole off his cock only to watch my hole immediately begin dripping sperm onto his stomach, in large splashes. Bart looked down at his stomach, then back up at me, satisfied. “Looks like I creampied you good, just like I used to do with my girlfriend”, he grinned. “Lick it off my stomach man, show me how much you love cum”. I leaned down and ran my tongue over his sperm, the sperm he shot into my hole, but that my hole couldn’t hold onto. I licked it into my mouth and then swallowed the last bit of it, slowly. Bart was still rock hard, so I asked him if he wanted me to ride him for another load. “Fuuuucccck yes”, he drawled. I resumed my position after a minute of rest, and rode Bart again, in the exact same position. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep going with that type of sexercise, though I’d never milked a man as easily as I milked Bart. I rode him for another five minutes, until he blasted another big load inside me. And then a third time, where he filled me after only 10 minutes. The scent of our bareback breeding filled his room, even more pungent than his cigarettes. Bart kept playing with my nipples to keep me hard, I was determined to ride him relentlessly, up and down, over and over, until he’d emptied himself inside me and I had my fill of sticky man-spunk. “If you were a woman, you’d be pregnant by now”, Bart teased. We chatted a little as I washed up at his place. Trodding carefully though his dirty bathroom, I asked Bart who looked in on him and cleaned up for him. “I do ok by myself”. I told him he could use a little help, and spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning his place, running his clothes and towels though the laundry, and making a quick trip to the Food Lion to counter all the pizza boxes stacked in his kitchen. It wasn’t perfect, but clean and tidier. “You’d make a good little housewife. Why do you have to live so far away in DC?”, Bart grinned at me, gratefully. “I worked up another load to pump into that sweet little hole of yours – pull your clothes off and milk it out of me”. My legs were sore by now, but I wanted Bart to fill me one last time. I squatted over Bart and his cock easily found my sloppy hole, still coated with his prior ejaculations. His cock sank quickly inside me, and I rode like my life depended on it. My thighs were cramping a little, but I rode him steady, fucking myself on his cock, nice and easy. I closed my eyes and milked Bart like a machine, until I felt the blast of hot cum I needed inside me. Hot marine DNA to keep me warm. “Goddamn, you know how to milk a guy”, Bart whispered as his last streams of cum raced inside me. Bart was groggy as I dressed and let myself out. He’d have a clean house, clean clothes and enough food to make it through the New Year. I fantasized for a few minutes on the drive back up I-95, about the life of a military man-wife, doing housework and his laundry, as his sperm leaked into my pants. In an alternative life, I’d be a good little housewife: barefoot, barebacked, and bred. A perfect daily rountine. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... [/url] “Ho, ho, ho, little boy! Merry Christmas! Have you been a good boy or a bad boy this year?” Standing at my doorway were two tall men in full Santa suits, with a third guy, no taller than 5’3”, dressed as an Elf. WTF? It was fucking freezing outside and I had to catch a plane home that night, but Santa’s voice sounded familiar. “Oh, Santa, I’ve been very good this year. I made the Dean’s List and tutored 5th graders in math. That good enough?” I decided to play along. “Oh, come now…don’t bullshit Santa! He knows you’ve been very naughty”, the second Santa shot back. That voice I recognized – it was Rafi and Andrés, dressed up and surprising me with a pre-flight visit. Cute! “Well, truth be told, Santa, I was just a little bit slutty this year. I hope that doesn’t jeopardize my wish list?” Santa Andrés leered at me, “Far from it, little Brandon, we’ve been saving up some Christmas cum to fill that slutty little stocking with! But first, Hermie the Elf here is going to use his big tool to check out your dental work.” He laughed as he said it, hearing how corny it sounded. And then we all laughed. I pulled back the front door to let them all in, chuckling and even a little touched that someone would dress up to come see me. Warming up in my living room, Rafi and Andrés each kissed me on the cheek. Then, Rafi introduced me to the Elf. “This is Luis. We call him Luis the Mexican luber. Huge cock. Loves to fuck. Premature cummer. Huge loads.” Luis smiled at me, and reached up to kiss me on the cheek, offering, “Merry Christmas, cutie.” Andrés sat down to take off his shiny black boots, and taunted me, “Luis, take Brandon back to his bedroom and get him lubed up with your special sauce.” Not needed any further prompting, Luis grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall to my bedroom, as Rafi and Andrés stripped out of their suits in the front room. Luis sat me down on my bed, kneeling in front of me to pull off my shoes and socks, my shirt and then my pants. Fixing his eyes on mine as he pulled off his Elf costume, Luis admitted that Rafi had shared the details of his last visit at my place with a few of their friends, and Luis had asked for a turn inside me. “I’ve wanted to breed you for two weeks, man, since I heard about you, but I hear you’ve been a busy boy with your studies”, he grinned. Stepping out of his red briefs, Luis was a shock. His little body, a toned and dark 5’3”, sported a 9” thick cock that was leaking precum so much that it glistened around his cockhead and shaft. How could that be possible? Luis would be nearly as tall lying down as standing up. No doubt, he recognized the shock on my face as a common reaction, shrugging and smiling. Luis knelt on the bed, leaned down and kissed me, then moved down to kiss my neck, then my shoulders, then my chest, and then my stomach. He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders as he teased my belly-button with his tongue, starting to tug at my boxer briefs. Luis’ tongue slithered to my sides, tickling me and making me laugh as he pulled my briefs off my torso, past my knees, and tossed them to the floor. His mouth wandered back and forth over my stomach and crotch as his cock danced around the entrance to my hole, smearing it with precum. I heard Andrés and Rafi coming down the hall, until they stood in the doorway to the bedroom, now completely naked and naked, watching us. “Lube him up, Luis”, Rafi demanded, in a sexy husky voice. “I want his hole to be sloppy when I fuck it this time. You’re the man for the job.” Luis looked down at me, kissed me on the cheek, and I nodded. Luis pushed his cock inside a couple inches, stopping, and then a couple inches more, his precum easing his entry. His placed my feet flat onto his pecs and pushed all the way inside, closing his eyes and gasping. “Dude, I only last maybe two minutes when I fuck bare, maybe less in a hot hole like yours”, Luis offered, sheepishly. “That’s why we call him the luber”, Andrés teased. I smiled at Luis, looking him in the eyes, and said, “Well drive your cock deep and hard in my bare hole, fuck the daylights outta me, and make the most of your two minutes, dude.” Not a particularly smart thing to say with a little dude sporting a billy-club, but what the hell. Luis pulled back, then slammed into me, and again, his balls slapping against my ass. Luis closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and grabbed my thighs to lock me in place. Then he began to pound, his thrusts echoing though the bedroom. Luis was hung to the point where it hurt my insides when he drove his cock all the way inside, but I clenched my own teeth and took it. Within a minute, Luis was pile driving inside me rapidly, his entire body tensed, and then, “Motherfucker!” The four of us actually heard Luis squirt hard inside my hole, and he almost lost his balance. “That’s it, Luis, get him nice and wet”, Rafi moaned as he stroked his cock, moving closer to take his position. I held onto Luis for a few seconds to steady him, and he came back down to Earth, with a glazed look in his eye. Luis’ cock slowly softened, and he leaned down to kiss me as he called out to Rafi and Andrés, “He's ready to be fucked now…this hole is swimming in my juice!” Luis pulled out and a stream of cum ran out of my hole, making a wet spot on my bedspread. Luis stood back as Rafi knelt on the bed and guided his cock inside me in one push, eager to enjoy a warm, just-filled hole. “Nice job, Luis”, Rafi grunted and looked down at me, still addressing Luis, “this is the cum-filled cunt I wanted to fuck”. My legs were over Rafi’s shoulders, leading to a noisy fuck and Rafi’s cock splashed with Luis’ sperm. Rafi massaged my legs as he fucked. Andrés swung me around until my head was at the edge of the bed and slid his cock in my mouth, his pungent crotch filling my nostrils until he pumped his cock all the way to my tonsils. “You made us wait for a week while you studied, and now we’re making up for lost time, sexy”, Andrés mocked. “Momma’s gonna pick up her little boy tonight in Chicago and he’ll be full of Latin cum. We’re gonna pump you so full of Latin DNA, you’ll be speaking Spanish!” Andrés cock stiffened in my mouth as he heard Rafi moaning, and I felt Rafi exploding inside my ass, bellowing, “Me vuelves loco!” Rafi held still for a minute, letting his load drain inside my hole, then motioned to Andrés. Andrés pulled his cock out of my mouth switched places with Rafi, sliding in my now-sloppy hole. “Hot slutty hole”, Andrés mumbled, pushing inside me easily. Rafi pushed his semi-hard cock in my mouth. Rafi’s 7” incher was perfectly shaped for sucking – big head, even shaft, tasty skin. I remembered that from last time. He pushed inside my throat, I licked his cum, and Luis’, off his cock as he face fucked me. Luis knelt beside me and licked my stomach again and began to suck my cock. Rafi and Andrés both moaned softly, as they drove their cocks inside me, treating me like a slutty lazy-susan. I moaned as Luis began to suck my cock deeply, bring me closer to cumming. My bedroom smelled like sex and cum, and the four of us were happily lost in our respective pleasures, bareback fucking and sucking with a collective goal to plant a gallon of Latin sperm inside my hungry body. Andrés started to moan, in sync with my approaching orgasm, and he shot his load inside me, as I filled Luis’ mouth with a week’s worth of cum. Andrés slumped for a minute, and then pulled out. Rafi pulled out of my throat and headed for my cumhole, but Luis blocked him. Moving around to my hole, Luis puckered his lips at the entrance to my hole and spit a mouthful of my own cum back into my hole, breeding me with my own DNA, and making a huge mess. This made Rafi stiff and he immediately shoved his cock back into my hole to enjoy the new cum coating. The wet sticky sound of my hole being fucked drove Rafi crazy, and he fucked me without mercy. I noticed that after I’m already filled with cum, guys fuck me rougher – like a cheap whore. Rafi drove deeper and closed his eyes, enjoying the wet, sticky sensation. I stopped worrying about the bedspread, which was now toast, and just enjoyed the carnal reverie of being the gangbang gringo cumbitch. Rafi slammed hard inside me, and buried another load in my ass. Dressing afterwards, the three of them offered to ride me to Dulles. I pulled my suitcase together as Andrés noticed the as-yet-unused blindfold that I’d picked up at Leather Rack, sitting on my dresser. Andrés held it up for Rafi and Luis to see. “What’s this?” Andrés teased. “I bet we can make very good use of this when you fly home!” We piled into Rafi’s Range Rover on our way to the airport, Rafi and Andrés in the front and Luis and I in the back. We all talked about our upcoming family holiday plans. Putting his arm around me, Luis called up to the front seat, “This boy makes me way hard. I definitely want to fuck him again.” Andrés looked back at the two of us and smiled, “Fuck him now, then – Dulles is 20 minutes away.” I laughed it off but Luis began pulling off his coat – he was serious. I glanced at the rear-tinted windows in the back as Luis tugged at my jacket and sweater. “You have time to take one more load, cutie.” It was still warming up in the car, but I’d always wanted to be fucked in a backseat of a moving car. So I stripped down, spread my legs, and let Luis balance himself between them on the backseat. “Make it quick, man”, Rafi teased, as he drove, glancing back in the mirror to catch the action. Luis forced his monster cock inside me with no resistance this time – I was too wet. Andrés rested his head on the back of his car seat, looking back and enjoying the show. Cars drove by us, not seeing me naked and on my back in the back seat, one leg draped over the back of my seat and my other foot placed flat against the tinted rear window. Luis grabbed the back of Rafi’s driver seat to hold himself steady, thrusting inside me furtively. Andrés, watching intently, egged him on, “Bareback that college boy jock hole, Luis. Fuck him hard and plant your mexicum in that that slutty hole. Knock him up.” Luis loved the porno soundtrack and soon enough, this entire body clenched up again and we heard another loud squirt of cum splashing inside me. “Fucking sweet”, Rafi murmured approvingly, pulling into the Dulles departures lane for United. I found my underwear and shirt and got dressed quickly. Luis opted to remain naked in the backseat, just watching me. My winter coat, underneath us during our backseat fuck, was now streaked with Luis’ cum. Oh well. I pulled my laptop bag from the back and Andrés turned around in the front seat, holding out a small gift-wrapped box. “Merry Christmas, handsome.” I kissed him on the cheek, put the gift in my laptop bag, and said goodbye to the three of them. Maybe I’d been reading Andrés wrong. But he didn’t need to buy anything for me. I already had the perfect present – the sperm of three handsome Latin men swimming and mixing together inside my hole, engaged in primal, biological competition to mark my hole as theirs and knock me up. Merry Christmas, indeed. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... "And the angel said unto them, 'Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host saying, 'On earth peace, good will toward men...'" Whatever faith or creed you do or don't hold, the year-end holidays are a good time to take stock of your relationships, your hopes and dreams, and your responsibility to others and to mankind. Be the first to reach out and mend a strained friendship. Be generous with others who have no reason to expect it. Find or reclaim the goodness in yourself and others. Let go of old baggage and be a kid again. Happy Holidays, all. xxoo. Brandon More...