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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...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Parked in front of my Apple, I lingered over email and websites – mostly to warm up. But I was finally sitting down, back in my warm hotel room in a cold New York City at the end of December, just before New Years Eve. Mom surprised me as a holiday gift with tickets to ‘Billy Elliott’ and a couple jazz concerts I’d been hoping to catch. She even gave handed over her glass of Pinot Noir at lunch, when the waiter wasn’t looking. All in all, a good day. I’d have been happy to pass out at 8:30pm, until an invite landed in my email box: “You be interested in putting that hot mouth to work and sucking off a hot Brazilian guy in town for a photo shoot? We’re not far from you.” The attached profile and photo didn’t look particularly Brazilian, although handsome enough. It took a minute to sort out that I was conversing with the Brazilian’s professional agent, a New Yorker who was also playing personal concierge that night for the Carioca. Demurring, I suggested that I’m willing to entertain direct offers from interested guys – and besides, this guy was being awfully circumspect about his friend. A second message explained that Paulo, the Brazilian, knew very little English, found me to be very cute, and wasn’t confident approaching me himself. My correspondent finally surrendered a bare-chested photo of Paulo, suggesting that if I wanted to enjoy blowing a hot guy with a big cock and a huge 2-week load, I might reconsider walking the 4 blocks from my hotel on Union Square to their hotel in Gramercy Park. It seemed a little weird, but I took the bait – you can always extricate yourself out of these situations, in the worst case. Meeting me in the lobby of the Gramercy Park, Jon the agent, offered up a little more detail. Paulo was horny beyond belief, but didn’t consider himself to be gay (it’s a Latin thing, apparently). He just wanted to get his cock sucked; as long as nothing else happened, I wouldn’t challenge his machismo. Jon had offered to blow Paulo, but got turned down. Jon also expected discretion from me regarding the encounter (not knowing I blog, of course). With such a build-up, you’d think I was going to see the fucking Wizard of Oz. Jon opened the door to Paulo’s room, and Paulo jumped up from the hotel sofa where he was watching TV and walked over to greet me – bare chest, lean muscle build, jeans unsnapped at the top, and barefoot. Yep, Paulo was a model, all right. Brown hair and eyes, maybe 25 yo, a Euro-Brazilian mix, smooth, and classically Romanesque handsome – I had no idea if this guy was famous or not. I stammered out a couple lines from my last Portuguese class: “Olá!, boa noite, eu sou Brandon.” He laughed, and extended his hand. “Paulo”. I said the only other thing I could remember, “Muito praser”. Paulo laughed again. Jon, sensing a match, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Thanks for helping me out. Give my boy what he needs,” and left. Paulo offered me a bottle of water from the minibar, took one himself, and then settled back down on the couch, reclining along the length of the sofa and forcing me to sit at the other end. Both of us cognizant of the language barrier, Paulo grinned as he swung his legs to the floor and motioned for me to kneel between them. He ran his hands through my hair, unbuttoned my dress shirt and pulled it off of me. Paulo lowered the zipper on his jeans, never taking his eyes off me, then laid back and allowed his boner to rise from his pants, the oversized head glistening and poking up through its foreskin and pointing up at me like a snake ready to strike. I leaned forward and kissed his chest, licking along the sides of his torso in circular motions, lowering my head towards a rock hard 8” that seemed to strain to reach my lips. I ran my tongue along the base of his shaft in figure eights, back and forth, pulling my head up along the length of his cock and eliciting a soft, quiet moan. My tongue reached the tip of his cock as my lips covered his cock head in warm saliva, and I lowered my head again, letting his cock fill my mouth and press against the back of my throat. I pulled my head left to right in circular motions, my warm wet mouth consuming all of his manhood in a tight wet vacuum. Paulo pulled back, stood up, and shucked his jeans. I looked up at him, now completely naked and beautiful. Paulo stepped forward, grabbed my head and pushed himself back into my mouth, not stopping even after he felt his cock jabbing at my tonsils. After a few minutes, he sank back into the sofa again, wanting to be serviced. Maybe it was the after-effects of the wine, or Paulo’s handsome physique, or just that I hadn’t had sex in two weeks myself, but I lost myself in giving Paulo the best head he ever had: tight suction, long steady strokes in and out of my mouth, continual sprays of saliva, licking inside his foreskin. Paulo’s body moved and shifted as I sucked him, his moans bordered on cries, and his eyes took on a glassy look as I looked up at him. Paulo was enjoying it, too. Sucking cock is typically foreplay on the way to fucking for me, but tonight it was the way Paulo and I connected, his cock and my throat. We had developed such a consistent rhythm that I was surprised when Paulo suddenly exploded in my mouth without warning, shooting thick ropes of salty sperm that doused my tonsils, and tongue, and teeth. I kept sucking through 6 to 7 jet streams as he unloaded forcefully, forcing me to swallow twice before he was done. Paulo’s moans subsided and the last splash of sperm hit the back of throat and leaked down, directly into my stomach. I stopped sucking, but kept my mouth on Paulo’s cock to wind him down. After a minute, I let Paulo’s cock slide out of my mouth, but it never softened. I kissed his inner thighs, ready to pull myself off of him. After a minute, he used his thumb to push himself back in my mouth, saying, “More”. I took his cock back down my throat slowly, and Paulo moaned softly as I began his second blowjob. Slower at first, but our rhythm increased and we were once again back in the same wave of wet sucking of a stiff cock aching to burst. I wanted to please Paulo, and prostrated myself in front of him, hungry to milk the remaining contents of his ballsac down my throat and into my stomach. We kept on for another 30 minutes nonstop, until my lips were raw, and until he’d unloaded in my throat twice more, completely emptying himself in my mouth. Paulo held my head against his torso until he caught his breath again. Then he stood up, looked at the alarm clock, and said, “Bed”. That was my queue to get dressed and show myself out. I finished my water and pulled on my jacket. Paulo stood in front of me for a minute, looking groggy. “Obrigado”, I offered. Laughing again, he took his hands and ran them through my hair, and patted me on the cheeks. “Muito praser”, he teased, kissed me on the forehead, and opened the door to show me out. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... On a gray Saturday afternoon before Obama-mania began in D.C., Andrés called in his favor. I’d just come back from the campus bookstore to catch him on my doorstep. He was early. “C’mon, man, it’s cold!” I sat Andrés down on the sofa with a hot chocolate as I got unbundled and stacked this semester’s national debt on the dining room table. Andrés looked a little impatient. I headed to the bedroom to pull off my sweater, and he followed me, blocking my exit. “It’s been two fucking weeks man, I need a deep dose of cumhole therapy”. He sat down on my bed, raised his eyebrows at me, and commanded, “Take my clothes off”. Laughing, I knelt before him, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling off his shoes and socks, and unzipping his pants. Reduced to his CK briefs, he was indeed happy to see me again. His boner literally pushed its way out of his undershorts. I learned down and, good naturedly, kissed his cock. “Happy New Year”, I teased it. It kissed me back, streaking a big wad of pre-cum on my cheek. I stripped down and Andrés’ hands made their way over my torso, my pecs, and my ass. He pushed me down on my back and put my legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide and high. “You have beautiful feet”, he admired, and then his cock approached my cumhole like a heat-seeking missile. Andrés was leaking precum so badly that he pushed in with only a little resistance. After a mostly dry spell over the holidays, it felt so fucking awesome to have bare cock buried deep inside me again. As his balls hit my hole, I exhaled, and blurted out, “Oh god, fucking fill me.” Andrés pushed my legs all the way forward and leaned his body weight on top of me, pinning me in place for his trademark pounding. I let go and began to milk him as he hammered me. Andrés pulled out and put me on all fours, and then entered me from behind, doggy-style, arching his body so he could drill. After a minute, he pulled out again, yanked the blindfold from my dresser, where it hadn’t moved in a month, and said, “Go ahead - put it on”. I hesitated a minute, but Andrés placed it over my face, adjusting the strap in the back. As he pushed his cock back into my now-slick hole, Andrés leaned forward and brought his mouth to my ear, saying, “Just concentrate on your need to be fucked, without all the visual cues”. Andrés pumped into me over and over, and now blindfolded, I resumed the loose-tight milking with my bare hole, eager to feel his sperm leaking from me again. After a minute, the doorbell rang. Andrés pulled out, slapped my ass, and teased, “Showtime! Remember, just stay in your position and keep the blindfold on until I return”. He quickly got dressed, and shut the bedroom door behind him. What Andrés meant was that he offered to let a friend of his fuck me while I was blindfolded. His friend, who Andrés refused to name, is some handsome minor local television celebrity who wanted the chance to bareback and breed a college jock in complete anonymity, in a hookup that didn’t compromise his identity or community standing. Since I don’t watch TV ever, the inevitable guessing game was a complete wash to me. Andrés connected with this guy in DC’s social scene a few months back, and after sending this guy my photos, finally talked me into it over holiday break, after swearing this guy wasn’t a psycho or out to harm me. “Besides, even though this dude is hot, he wouldn’t get the chance to blow inside a hole as hot as yours without my assurance of privacy, anyway.” I gave in, not sure whether to take it as a snarky compliment, or to rethink whether I really wanted to be blindfolded and whored out as a favor to Andrés. Too late now. From my bedroom, I could hear voices in low murmur in the living room after a minute, footsteps leading to my bedroom. The bedroom door opened, and the talking stopped momentarily. “You like?”, I heard Andrés ask. “Mmm Hmmm” came an enthusiastic, if wordless reply. “He’s the most cum-hungry little kid I’ve ever met. Been a couple weeks for him. Pump your load deep; you can’t bury your load deep enough inside him. Have fun, man.” Andrés walked over to me, put his mouth next to my ear again, and said, “Milk my friend the way you milk me, okay? Make him really explode inside you.” He kissed me on the cheek and then walked out, pulling the door shut behind him. The friend sat down on the edge of the bed and began to pull off his clothes, not in a particular hurry. Shoes untying and then dropping to the floor. The fabric of socks being pulled off. A shirt being pulled overhead and tossed near my chair. A heavy belt buckle coming undone and then legs being pulled out of trousers. The friend turned towards me and I felt a tongue on my asscheeks, then along my lower back, and back down to my hole. He knelt on the bed behind me and buried his face in my hole, darting and licking and digging deeper inside, making my hole even wetter. He knew what he was doing; after a couple minutes I stopped thinking about the weirdness of being blindfolded, and concentrated on being fucked again. Fucked hard. The friend stood up and I heard the unmistakable sound of briefs being pulled down. Sure enough, he was kneeling behind me again, driving his tongue inside my hole as his stiff cock bounced against the back of my thigh. Pulling back, he blew softly into my hole and then drove his tongue back inside, grabbing his cock with one hand and beginning to jack it. He pulled himself up a bit and lined his cock at the entrance to my hole. I pushed back a little and slid my hole onto his cock an inch or two. Needing no further encouragement, he pushed all the way inside, gently, moaning as drove deeper and hit bottom. He froze for a minute, staying in place, as he leaned down and kissed my back, putting his arms around my torso. This was turning out to be a more sensual fuck than I’d envisioned. Holding my torso in place and keeping his body lodged against mine, the friend began to drive harder inside me. I began to milk him, loosing and tightening my hole as he pumped. He moaned in response, and then stood on the balls of his feet for better leverage to drive his cock inside me, almost caressing me and he drove himself ever deeper inside. He fucked more intensely. I milked his wet cock in a steady rhythm. He moaned softly and fucked deeper. Without talking, we developed our own body language. I knew what he needed, instinctively. He knew what I needed. Our biological drive replaced words and visual cues. I didn’t have a clue who this guy was; maybe I knew him or had run into him before. I was letting a complete stranger bareback me, but his body language and sensual nature put me at ease. I wanted him to cum inside me, and communicated it by milking him more intensely. It was working; he was close. “Mmmm Mmmm Mmmmmm”. I milked him over and over; loose-tight, loose-tight. He learned forward, kissed my back, rested his head against my shoulders, and shot inside me. “Fuck!” – finally, a word out of him. He drove deep and shot hard inside me – we could both hear his sperm spraying inside my hole. Another stream. And another stream. And another. He made a sound that was almost a whimper, and buried himself one more time inside me, balls deep, and held me tight to regain his balance. I held still until he pulled back a bit, kissed my back one more time, and pulled his cock out of my hole. I could feel a stream of cum leaking down onto the bedspread in large drops. The friend sat down, grabbing his trousers, and whistled for a moment. Slowly he pulled his clothes back on, stood up, kissed my back, and opened the bedroom door. And then he was gone. True to my word, I held the position for a few more minutes, and the bedroom door opened again. “I think you blew him away with your hole”, Andrés laughed. I went to pull the blindfold off, but Andrés blocked my arm. “Leave it on, man; get used to it a little,” he protested. Positioning himself behind me, he chucked to himself, “Goddamn, how much cum did he unload inside you, exactly? What a sloppy, sexy mess.” Andrés leaned forward and licked his friend’s cum leaking from my hole. “He really bred you like a bitch”. Andrés leaned forward and his cock slipped back inside me, his friend’s cum coating his Andrés cock inside my hole. “My turn, Brandon”. His turn was a rough, visceral fuck. Still blindfolded, I could sense in Andrés body movements that he needed to pound my hole and unload in it, badly. He fucked hard, I guess the way you fuck a guy that your friend has just finished using. He pulled my hair and grabbed my shoulders, almost like a dog humping another dog. I didn’t need to milk Andrés; he fucked me aggressively, ready to force his load in my hole whether I wanted it or not. Oh, but I did; desperately. I didn’t need the visual cues to be turned on by what was happening. Even blindfolded, I found all the important ways to communicate with Andrés – his hands, pinning me in place, told me to submit to his body and his cock. His cock pumping my hole, furiously, told me that my body was bringing him intense pleasure. His load, finally erupting in my hole like a garden hose, just proved the point. The bedspread, now trashed and put in the trash dumpster that evening, told me I’d been doing my share of getting bred like a bitch since meeting Andrés. No complaints, mind you. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... “Hey man, can I come crawl in bed with you this morning?” It took a minute to realize that my cell was ringing. And another to register the time: 6:30am. And yet another to connect the man with the offer: Luis, the friend of Andrés from Christmas. “You want to come over now?” I asked, a little surprised to hear from him out of the blue like this. “Yeah man, I can’t sleep. I need to unload in your hole so I can relax. C’mon man, help out a friend in need.” Still groggy, I got up and unlocked my front door, catching a glimpse of my next door neighbor, totally busted for walking naked through my apartment. I sat up in bed for 20 minutes, but eventually sleep overtook me and I must have zonked out again. I woke up a bit later to see Luis standing over my bed, his shirt and shoes off, pulling the sheet down to see my naked body as he unzipped his pants. He must have driven over in a hurry. Luis sported a 2-day stubble, hair uncombed, and a wild look in his eye, looking agitated or worked up. “Morning”, I offered, groggily. “It’s gonna be a good morning, alright. I’m gonna fucking rape that hole and flood that sweet tunnel of yours”, he smiled tautly. That made my cock spring up, which gave Luis an idea. “Jack your cock, man. I wanna see you cum in front of me.” I grabbed my boner, turned on by the thought of a hot morning rape, and began jacking as I looked up at him. Luis stepped out of his trousers and his huge boner poked out of his boxers. He tugged at the boxers, and his 9” cock pointed straight at me, instantly recognizing its prey from our back seat car fuck on the way to the airport. Luis knelt on the bed in front of me, pushing my legs apart so he could squat between them, bringing his hard-on closer to its point of entry. “Shoot your load for me, man”, Luis commanded, not offering any help. I didn’t get it at first – most tops I have sex with normally don’t care if I cum or not. But it had been a few days, and Luis’ nice body and handsome face, rugged this morning or not, brought me to the edge and my balls churned as I rode the wave to a massive explosion. Looking down on me as I began to squirt, Luis positioned himself closer to my hole, cupped his hands over the tip of my cock and caught the first hard squirt in his fingers, then the next, and then another. I closed my eyes for a minute to breathe again, and opened them just in time to see Luis rubbing his cum-filled hands back and forth over his cock, lathering it with my fresh sperm. He lowered his other hand and pushed a palmful of sperm into my hole, raising his eyes back towards me, “Hmmm, nice and warm inside there.” And without warning, he pushed himself inside me, holding my hips to drive himself all the way inside, to his balls. He leaned down and kissed me softly at first, then passionately, as he pulled back and began to drive deep inside. The suddenness of his initial entry actually hurt, and so I tried to pull off his cock a bit, explaining that I wanted to find the right angle to take him. Hearing my plea, Luis took his mouth off mine, looking surprised. “Shut up!”, he hissed, forcing his right hand over my mouth as he leaned down to kiss and bite the left side of my neck, positioning his legs to keep me pinned to the bed and drive deep his 9” inside me, no stopping, no slowing, no mercy. His body rubbed against mine, his hips slammed hard into mine, and his balls slapped furiously against my hole. Luis was a man desperate to fuck this morning; relief would only come though intense orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his back, clenching my teeth and submitting to his aggression. True to form, his man-rape didn’t last long, and I hear Luis start to breathe hard and moan. “Fucking knock you up”, he yelled loudly, as he bit down on my neck and bucked and throbbed inside me. I could feel the rush of Luis’ seed spraying my hole, warm and wet, mixing with my own cum and creating a juicy wet sound as he continued to fuck me, driven to plant the remainder of his load where it belonged. “Shit”, he panted, bringing his face to nuzzle against the side of my neck as his body stilled and he drained himself inside me. “Oh, I man I needed that”. Luis pulled out and laid beside me, not saying anything, and just enjoying his post-fuck come down. At some point, he drifted off into a heavy sleep, snoring a little. I pulled the sheets over Luis to keep him warm. His load was already leaking from my hole onto the sheets, but I laid there, enjoying the warm sticky feeling. Soon enough, I feel out too, relaxed and enjoying the body heat from the hot Mexican guy snuggled next to me. Then, I woke slightly, noticing that it was almost Noon. I was laying on my side, facing the alarm clock. Luis was now up, too. His body was sandwiched against mine, his cock stiffened again, nestled and sliding between my wet legs. Luis kissed my back gently as his cock slid and jabbed, searching for the entrance to my still-sloppy hole. Pulling back, the tip of his cock brushed against my cumhole. Bingo! Luis drove his cockhead inside me, moaning as he pushed the rest of his fleshy shaft into my cum-soaked hole. “Fuck yes”, he moaned as he continued to kiss my back and lube his cock inside me at the same time. It dawned on me that I was supposed to meet my study group for Macroeconomics at Noon, but decided to bag it. No way was I gonna interrupt the hot bareback fuck in progress. Luis pulled out and put me back into the missionary position again, pulling my legs up over my shoulders. He looked more relaxed now, less frantic. “Tell me about how you started letting guys fuck you bareback and blow inside you, cutie”, he grinned as he pumped me slowly, leaning down to kiss me once. I told him about my high school sex with Justin, that I took hundreds of his loads in his office at the gym, in his car, in his house, and one weekend, in my parents’ bed, when they were away. “That’s fucking hot, man; being bred in the bed that your parents conceived you in. Did Justin share you with other guys?” Hardly; Justin was pretty closeted; the idea of group sex wasn’t in his mindset. “Too bad man, I would have loved to have known you back then. I would have let you get used to taking my load, then brought other men to you and taught you to please them and drain them with that amazing hole. You would have brought such pleasure to the cum-filled chavos I grew up with in Guadalajara. Us latinos hate condoms, you know. Even now, I'd love to take you to Mexico and let my friends have a turn inside you.” Luis leaned forward, pulling my lower back off the bed, and locking my legs over his shoulders, pumping more deliberately now. “I couldn’t imagine fucking with a condom anymore. I want to feel a guy’s warm hole on my bare cock when I fuck him – it’s the way men are meant to fuck.” Luis told me he’d been fucking guys since he was 23; before then, he’d dated women. “I love finding a cute bottom guy like you who lets me fuck him naturally. I appreciate a guy who submits to the cock of men like me. A man’s biological role is to spread his seed as widely as he can. I used to date woman on the pill so I didn’t have to use condoms. I’d fuck them, and all I fantasized about was knocking them up with my baby batter. I look at you, with your cute face, and I want knock you up and make you carry my kid. You’re supposed to spread your seed, too, but instead, you raise your legs and let another man bury his bone inside you and blow his baby batter up your ass. It’s so hot that you submit yourself to my cock and let me knock you up. Tell me how much you want my baby batter, Brandon. Beg for it.” By then, it was 1:30pm and I was rock hard myself, legs raised and getting off on Luis' hard pounding. Luis’ breath started to deepen again and I could tell he was getting close. My thoughts swimming with his sexy words, I closed my eyes, clinging to his back, and begged for what was coming. “Blow it inside me, Luis. Make me submit and spread your seed inside me. Do what a man is meant to do and bury your baby-batter in my guts.” Luis was breathing hard now; I prepared myself to be inseminated. I leaned up close to his ear, ready to bring him home, “Knock me up and make me carry your kid. Breed me.” Luis spilled his seed inside me, forcefully, coaxed by my words as much as my wet hungry hole. He drove deep inside me, again and again, lost in his fantasy of impregnating me, until his balls were empty. I enjoyed the metaphor of impregnation – physically impossible, of course, but I understood it, and wanted it. And for the remainder of the afternoon, I submitted to it and got pumped full of hot Mexican baby-batter. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... Sitting across from one another, as we finished our Quark Torte and Chai Tea at Café Mozart, Tom extended his legs underneath the table and under my chair, forcing my legs apart. Then, in a more brazen move, he grabbed my right hand in his. “Brandon, I very much enjoyed having you as a student this week. You have a bright future in economics, and I want you to be serious about your studies.” Tom was a guest lecturer this week from LMU Munich, teaching a one-week symposium on international economics and the European Union. A very handsome man, Tom was maybe 32, 6’5”, brown hair, and clean-shaven. No wedding ring. Tom was also a very good professor – better than some of our “star” professors on campus. Over the course of the week, I made eye contact regularly with Tom and even went to his office on Wednesday night to ask for advice on my final presentation. Listening to my ideas, Tom rested his hand on my shoulder and offered some useful suggestions. So I opted to dress up for the final presentation, half to impress Tom, as a student, but mostly because my navy slacks hugged my ass in the most flattering way. Or so says Andrés. As I paced during Friday morning’s slide show, I could tell that my wardrobe made as much of an impression on Tom as my ideas about the dangers of economic nationalism. Risking decorum, I waited until after class and then asked him to dinner that evening, since he’d be flying home the next day. Tom blushed and grinned and said yes. At dinner, away from campus, Tom was less guarded. “You are a very handsome young man, Brandon. Where is your boyfriend?” The question was charming enough, and sincere enough, that I refrained from providing a smartass answer. Tom shared that he was married until he was 28, until he could no longer hide his sexual attraction to men, although his gay dating life in Germany resembled mine here. The waitress dropped by the check by, and pulling away from his grip, I asked Tom if he’d like to spend the night at my place. “I normally don’t fuck my students, Brandon. But, you are so attractive to me. And I want to fuck you, yes.” That wasn’t *exactly* the question, but I liked the answer. We sat on my sofa, drinking Vin Santo and making out. Tom dropped his IPod into my Bose speakers and introduced me to Roxy Music’s “Avalon”, his favorite album ever. We talked and laughed, and half-way into the album, Tom unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants. His hands brushed over body, lightly then roughly, and before long, I was completely naked and wrapped around his fully clothed body. Tom glanced up and down at my naked body, approvingly. “I want to fuck you so hard, Brandon…..so hard.” I stood up, grabbed the Vin Santo glasses and his Ipod and led my visiting professor to the bedroom, to fuck me. Slutty little student, I am. I reclined on the bed as Tom undressed, shocked to see a monstrous 9.5” thick German billy club spring from his pants. “You like?" Tom teased. “Uh, yeah”, I smiled, admiring German superiority. Tom climbed on the bed, pulling himself on top of me, and kissed me again. Tom was a sensual man, and definitely a sensual kisser. As we passionately made out, Tom pulled my legs up over his shoulders and let them slide down his back. His thick cock bobbed up and down on my balls as he moved, coating my ballsac with thick pre-cum. “I got you exactly where I want you”, Tom growled, and then, surprisingly, flipped me over onto my stomach. Tom laid his body on top of mine, his cock resting in between my asscheeks. He pulled off and brought his mouth to my hole, his tongue still soaked with saliva from our french kissing. He alternated between eating me, then fingering me, then eating me out again, intent to open me up to take his cock all the way. “Do you have a condom?” Tom asked. Ugh. His cock slid back and forth across my hole, and I brought my hole to his cockhead, to take him inside me bare, as a response. But he asked again. Good naturedly, I pulled a condom and lube from my nightstand, and as he opened the packet, I suggested that he could also fuck me bare, if he wanted. “You let guys fuck you without a condom?” Sensing a tone that was more curious than accusatory, I explained that it felt better to take a bare cock inside me. “That’s risky, Brandon. Any guy would do anything you asked of him, to be inside you, including wearing a condom. Letting a stranger fuck you unprotected is asking for trouble.” Tom lubed up and entered me slowly. Condom or no condom, this was going to hurt. Tom rested his body on top of mine again, driving to the balls. His last 3 inches hurt like a motherfucker, but he was determined to go balls deep. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all week, and now I’m doing it. You’re even hotter naked, Brandon.” Once fully inside me, Tom made me explain again why I let guys fuck me bareback. Catching my breath in between his thrusts into my ass, which knocked the wind out of me, I told him about the unmistakable warmth and closeness of a penetrating a warm wet hole, and feeling every silky texture wrapped around his cock. As I talked, Tom began to pound. “You’re a bad boy, Brandon”, he teased. We took a break so he could pee, Roxy Music now in its second run through. Tom padded his way back to the bedroom, only slightly less hard. “It was hard to pee, Brandon, I’m still so fucking hard”, he laughed. He positioned himself between my legs, and slapped my ass hard with each hand. Tom pulled me up off my stomach, his arms wrapping around my chest, locking my body in his, as he kissed my neck. Then, he lowered both of us, in tandem, back down onto the bed, until he was on top of me again. His cock found the entrance to my hole and slid back inside. I closed my eyes, only to open them quickly a minute later. “Oh, Jesus Christ, oh fucking hell!”, Tom yelled. What happened? I looked back at Tom, seeing his face contorted in ecstasy. “That feels fucking incredible” he hissed. I looked down on the bed, and saw the condom, lying unwanted on the bed. Tom slid back inside me, bareback this time, tempted by my earlier talking. “It feels so fucking soft and wet”, he moaned. I pushed back and impaled myself on his deck, risking the pain of his girth, so he could experience a bare hole, full throttle. Tom began to fuck me harder than he did before. His hands, groping my shoulders, slid to my neck, firmly in place, almost to a chokehold. Tom drove his hips harder into my frame, now really driven to fuck. He reached down with his left hand, grabbed the used condom and brought it to my mouth. “Eat it!”, he yelled as he fucked. Tom was forcing the used condom into my mouth, the taste of plastic and lube and his pubic hair mixing on my tongue. I didn’t actually want to eat it, but Tom’s fingers now fully forced the used condom inside my mouth as he jack-hammered my cumhole. Finally, his moaning became more concentrated and intense. “Oh, I’m gonna cum. I don’t want to cum inside you” he warned. I pushed back onto his cock and let the condom fall out of my mouth onto the pillow. “Cum inside me, Tom. Fill my hole with your sperm”, I countered. “Oh, that is so wrong. I shouldn’t do this”, he worried aloud, but made no motion to pull out of me. I fucked back more intensely, angling to keep his bare cock inside my now soaked hole. “I want it, Tom. Give me your cum. Unload inside me”. Tom yelled loudly enough that pedestrians walking by my window would have heard. He grabbed my waist and exploded inside me. “That’s it, give me what I want”, I murmured encouragingly as he shot rope after rope of thick cum into my intestines. Tom collapsed on top of me and we both fell to the bed. Panting heavily in my ear, Tom finally said, “I’ve never experienced anything that amazing”. The professor may have bred the student, but the student gave the professor an American education. I fell out in the middle of “Tara”, having heard it a third time now. The room smelled of fucking and cum and sweat. Tom fell asleep, still inside me, as if his cock wanted the cradle of a cum-soaked hole. As the night wore on, we slept, woke, fucked, slept, woke, and fucked. Finally, I shut the lights off around 4:00, and turned off the Ipod. That didn’t stop Tom. He fucked me in every conceivable position through the night, now addicted to my bare hole. Tom was unstoppable. In the morning, I went to the kitchen to make coffee, until he caught me, hoisted me up on the dining room table, and fucked me again. I should have closed the blinds in the front room, but I couldn't give a fuck. The longer we spent together having sex, the more aggressive he became. “I’m going to fuck you til you bleed”, he barked, forcing my legs straight up in the air. With five Bavarian loads fucked into me, I probably wouldn’t bleed any time soon. I was mighty sore, though. Then Tom came hard again, and the soreness gave way to the warm, sloshy feeling of more sperm racing inside my hole. I was getting the breakfast I deserved. Later that morning, I walked Tom back to his hotel. With 3 hours sleep, I was dragging, but the fresh air woke us up. “I’d like you to consider our summer study program in Economics, in Munich. It’s a good program, and I can arrange for a scholarship, seriously. You can stay with me, if you want”, Tom offered, grabbing my hand again. “You can pay for your room and board by letting me fill your hot ass all summer”, he teased. How quickly they come around to the lure of a bare hole. As Tom’s DNA deposits from the prior night now leaked from my hole, all the way down my Lucky Jeans and into my socks, I contemplated the most beautiful, active Bavarian summer. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... “Betcha fifty bucks I can cream in that hole in four minutes or less. What’s the downside, man? You’ll study better with my load swimming inside you.” The plea came from Rafi; he wouldn't let me off my cell phone until I said yes. Rafi was headed into DC to see the Wizards play the Indiana Pacers, and he pleaded for a quick pump-and-dump on his way over to the game. “I’ll have my little bro and two other buddies in the car, so I’ll just double park and tell them I have to drop something off. I do; I have to drop off the scalding hot DNA churning in these balls into that tight cunt of yours. Let me give you what you need, man!” I was dragging from a long weekend of studying and recovery from my all-night fuck with Tom on Friday, but decided I could use a sperm break. He told me to get myself ready – he’d be over in 30 minutes. After showering and cleaning up, I spent a few minutes lubing and fingering my hole to loosen up. Rafi told me he wanted to walk in, find me on the bed already lubed, drop his pants, slide right in and begin fucking. Switching on the Roxy Music CD to which I was now addicted, I stretched out on the bed, naked, face down, and legs spread, relaxed and horned, too. Right on time, the front door opened and I heard the sound of laughter and horseplay, headed down to my room. I looked up and saw Rafi, with a two-day beard and in all-black. Ah, Rafi – handsome as ever. I froze for a minute as another guy walked in right behind him. “Hey, this is my little bro, Alejandro. He wants to watch his big brother breed a college jock hole. I gotta show him how it’s done, properly”, Rafi grinned. Alejandro certainly looked like his brother – classic Cuban handsome – although much younger and boyish - no more than 18. “Sit down in that chair, bro, and enjoy the show”, Rafi motioned to Alejandro. Alejandro kept his windbreaker on, sitting in the chair by the nightstand, wide-eyed and in disbelief that a guy would be naked and offering his body for his older brother to just walk in and fuck. Rafi knelt on the edge of the bed, kicked off his tennis shoes and stepped out of his jeans. His thick 7” jumped out, stiff as a board and ready to go. Rafi pulled himself over my body, placing his legs just inside mine and aiming his cockhead at its target. “All lubed up, just like I asked. Good boy”, Rafi cooed and pushed himself inside me, slowly. His dry thick boner met the lubed entrance to my hole, which swallowed his cock and pulled it into a warm, wet tunnel. “This is EXACTLY what I needed, bro”, Rafi called over to his brother, who was by now grabbing his crotch to jack off inside his pants. Rafi rested his chin on my left shoulder, his shirt still on, so he could talk to me softly as he pumped me, my wet hole swallowing his cock again and again, like a little kid going up and down on a popsicle. “How you been, cutie? Classes ok this semester?” “Tougher this semester, Rafi. My professors are ruthless.” “You been growing out your hair a little? Makes you look even cuter.” “Haven’t had time to get it cut. Where’ve you been?” “Spent some time in Miami and brought Alejandro back to DC to live with me. Luis told me you should be carrying his bastard kid by now. He looooves your cunt, man.” “I had a wet spot in the ass of my jeans for a day after he bred me.” Rafi touched my neck. “You cut yourself shaving?” No, it was a small hickey from my night with Tom. But that was complicated to explain. What drifted through my mind was how sensual a pump-and-dump could be - not meaningless, not empty. Rafi needed to fuck and unload quickly, but was surprisingly sweet as he prepared to seed my hole. I understood his need and freely offered my body and ass to give him quick relief. “Oh, fuck, this is it, I gotta cum bad. I’m gonna glaze that hole hard with a heavy coating.” Rafi drove himself inside me hard, rattling the legs of the bed. And then again. Deep visceral thrusts that coaxed the sperm out of his balls – and to show off for his brother. “Ooooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhh”, Rafi groaned, partly for show, although I could feel his multi-day gush of spunk unleashed inside me; he wasn’t faking. “Mark your territory, bro”, Alejandro taunted Rafi. Rafi collapsed for 30 seconds, nuzzling his chin into my neck and kissing and licking inside my ear. Then, just as quickly, Rafi pulled his body off mine and his wet cock, now spent and fully sated, plopped out of my sloppy cumhole. Rafi sat up, reached down for his jeans and looked at his brother as he pulled them back on. “You need to find your own little cumbitch like this one, Alejandro. A boy who knows that his hole was made to drain real men like us. Maybe I’ll let you take a turn inside Brandon sometime.” Rafi was right. The encounter lasted less than five minutes. Now fully dressed, Rafi leaned down and kissed my cheek. “We’ll let ourselves out. Just lay there for a while and let my load fully sink in that hot little body. I wanna watch the game knowing my spunk is lodged deep in you, as you study. I’ll call you soon, cutie.” Alejandro stood up and followed his brother towards the door. Suddenly, Alejandro turned, patted me on the ass and said “Bye, cutie”. Then he dipped his ring finger inside my hole and pulled up a big dollop of his brother’s cum. He brought it to his mouth, as if taste-tasting a new recipe. “Yep, that’s my brother’s cum all right”, he smiled, and walked out. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... My legs were gradually pushed back, further and further still, until my toes met the headboard. Blindfolded, I didn’t know what to expect, although I let my body be guided to the position where he could bottom out inside me as he fucked. His hands gripped my shoulders as his cock dug deep into my hole. Ok, now that hurt….. I was already late to meet my mom, who was visiting for the weekend, but I’d agreed to the times, and true to my word, I stuck with it. For the past two weeks, I’d been agreeing to don a blindfold and let Andrés' television celebrity buddy come over and rape my hole and fill it with sperm. This guy intensely enjoyed his first encounter with me, and had been haranguing Andrés for a few more chances, while there was still time left. “This dude is an A-lister in the District’s social scene with fundraisers and such”, Andrés told me earlier this week, grinning, “so you’re his only opportunity to breed hot teen cunt and still be discreet about it. He just wants to drain himself inside you a couple times a week until I leave, ok?” Mr. Television slid his tongue inside my mouth, and his French kiss tasted of spearmint. His sweat, laced with Issey Miyake, dripped onto my forehead as his pounding grew more intense and his bare cock began to really punish my wet hole. His kissing was as passionate as his fucking, and it seemed odd to wear a blindfold while being made love to in this way. But I wasn’t calling the shots, so I kissed this anonymous man back, my legs around his back. Never taking his mouth off mine, he moaned wordlessly, “Mmmmmmmmmmm” and I felt his violent, hot squirting of cum inside my hole, marking his territory and amplifying the squishing sound of his last few thrusts inside me. He collapsed for a minute, taking his mouth off mine and tracing the contours of my neck with his hot, wet mouth. Finally, he sat up and regained his balance, reaching for his pants. Dressing quickly, he leaned back down to kiss my blindfolded face, whispering, “Just lay there for 20 minutes and let my load soak inside you, ok? There’s an egg inside you somewhere and my swimmers wanna find it.” A minute later, he was gone. This was the third time he’d visited this week, and so his DNA had lodged itself quite deep inside me by now. Andrés, who’d been waiting patiently in the front room, came back to the bedroom and began to undress, clearly wanting to blow his own load inside me. I took the blindfold off now. An awkwardness had crept into Andrés’ demeanor by now, so he kept our talk focused on sex. “You know, he stopped jacking off altogether. He said with a body and hole as hot as yours, every last bit of his sperm needs to be fucked deep inside your body. That’s quite a compliment, eh?” he chided; now sliding his rock hard cock inside my warm wet hole. Andrés closed his eyes. “Oh fuck, you’re always so tight, no matter how much I make you submit your hole to my buddies.” Andrés pulled my legs straight up and sucked my toes as his cock slid inside me, nice and easy, in a slow rhythm. His tongue slid slowly in between my toes as his cock thrusted deeply and intensely now, hitting my g-spot. Unexpectedly, I came from being fucked like that, and my load splashed thickly across my face and shoulders. Andrés laughed at my self-induced facial and then blew his own load inside me, pushing deep to compete with his friend’s insemination. Laying next to one another, Andrés reminded me that my weekly blindfolded sessions with his television buddy was just one of three final favors I granted him (without knowing what they were). Andrés’ assignment in DC has been rapidly coming to a close and he returns to Peru in mid-April. He said he’d prefer to stay here, and he’s eligible for reassignment in DC again at the end of the year. So our time together is drawing to a close, something he won’t discuss directly. But he did ask for three final sexual favors of me. Letting TV guy knock me up repeatedly and anonymously was one, but what were the others? So I just came out and asked him about #2 and #3. Andrés looked at me sheepishly a minute, then relented. “Well, I don’t want to give everything away, but I’ll tell you about #2 now. It’s the real reason I’m taking you to Toronto next weekend to meet my friend Hector. He really wants to meet you and you’ll have a great time in the city, it’s really urban and friendly. But the reason we’re going up to meet him is to for me to raise enough money to fly home to Lima in April.” That made no sense to me, so I looked at Andrés and let him finish. “I’ll be leaving with my sister back to Peru and Department policies only allow one paid ticket, except in spousal situations. I’ll use the Department’s money to fly my sister home, so I need your help and Hector’s help to get enough cash for the second ticket.” Andrés looked at me, expecting me to get his drift. The confused look on my face finally made him laugh. “Let’s just say that Hector has a large network of buddies in Toronto who are dying to meet and seed some hot teen cunt. I told you that, already. I want you to bring your blindfold and submit to being barebacked and bred, just as my buddy does here. One difference, though: Hector’s buddies have offered to compensate me to fill you. So technically, I’ll be making money off your asshole, but you get lots of cum inside you, in exchange. Each warm load up your ass is another $100 or so closer to my plane ticket home. So actually, you really are doing this for me. When Hector first told me about it, I expected a lot of trolls, but these guys are pretty hot. Sounds pretty awesome, eh?” I should have guessed that our weekend away wasn’t about a last hurrah of fun in Canada. Andrés must have sensed my surprise or disappointment, because he leaned over and kissed my gently. “C’mon Brandon, you promised me three favors. Look, your hole is hot enough that you could charge for it, and I’m only doing this to get myself and my sis home safely. I know you don’t have the money yourself, so don’t you want to put your asshole to work for a good cause – to get me home safely?” I finally relented, as long as I could carve out part of Sunday to meet my old high school friend, Noah. And so this coming Friday, we’re off to a new city, in a nice hotel, where I’ll become a whore, working for my adventurous friend (and now pimp), a man who I’ll do seemingly anything for, as his sexually demanding days here come to an end. The more I thought about it, the more twisted it seemed, and thus the more worthy of consideration. How would I explain to my friends and classmates that the bulk of my weekend in Toronto was spent getting fucked full of sperm, for money? More...

Click here to see the original blog post on College Boy Sperm Hole... For those wondering, I'm still around, yes. My Spring course schedule necessitated a dedicated focus in the last 2 months, so I curtailed my...uh....social activities....a bit, to focus on landing a good GPA (4.0, as it turned out, surprisingly). Sorry to leave you hanging, though - I haven't blogged or checked my email in a while. I'll aim to do better. Yes, I am just fine. Yes, I did fly to Toronto with Andrés, despite your selective cautions. And yes, I did use my 'talents' to buy his ticket home to Peru ($1042 US, but I had to work harder for it, given the US-CAD exchange rate). And yes, the Peruvian bad boy is now back in his home country, alas. That weekend in Toronto, which seems like a memory now, was unbelievably intense. It'll be the subject of my next blog entry. I'm glad I went with Andrés and experienced, however briefly, the life of a college boy cumwhore. That said, my calling in life is to be an economist, not a ho. And so I'll be interning this summer at a consulting company that'll split my time between DC and LA. I'll be earning my cash now performing market research ;-) Happy Memorial Day. Brandon More...

Click here to see original blog post on Behind His Back... first i want to welcome everyone to my blog. Im a horny little fucker and im sure you will see that in the future. If you have a problem with anything i write please… F – OFF! Today i want to tell you about this weekend! Me and my boyfriend went out to the club. It was Saturday night and it was busy. My man is very social. He’s a “social butterfly” – he says. He’ll go off and talk to everyone, leaving me alone. Trust me i don’t complain anymore. While he’s busy talking, i’m cruising. He doesn’t know this of course, where’s the fun in that. He thinks im chatting, or blowing coke, dancing or drinking. WRONG. I wasn’t always like this, I used to be monogamous. It was… OK. But the more the Internets’ filth got to me, the more i wanted cum up my ass. So this was the weekend i figured what the fuck, I’m young if i don’t start living the slut life i want too – I’m eventually going to be 30 and well…. sad. So on this given saturday night i found this dude i chatted with secretly on manhunt. He knew i had a boyfriend and he always wanted to fuck me, asking me to leave the house for a few minutes. “your boyfriend will never know” he would say. He was hot… and i always wanted too, but i never did. He had dark hair, dark eyes, tan smooth skin, definitely Italian. I knew he had a kinky side from the things he said in his profile and that really turned me on. I went up to him and started grinding on him. I whispered in his ear that my boyfriend was out of town and that the bathrooms here are big enough for 2. He grabbed my dick through my jeans and kissed me. I was a little nervous because i didn’t know where my boyfriend was. He could have been anywhere and if i got caught… I would be in LOTS of trouble. We quickly left and went to the bathrooms. There always is a lot of people going in and out but we waited and as soon as the handicapped stall was open we ran in. He pulled up my shirt and licked my abs. It felt great. My dick was going to explode from the pressure. We knew we didn’t have much time to fuck around. Literally. So he pushed me around so my ass was lined up to his cock. He pulled down my pants. I was a little pissed at what he did next – He took my new and really sexy 2xist underwear and ripped a hole in the ass. I didnt say anything, but i was thinking you fucking dick head. He then pulled out his 7 inch thick dick and stuck it in the hole of the underwear perfectly lined up with my hole. He grabbed my neck and started licking my ears. “I don’t have a condom” “that’s ok, just fuck me quick” He spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick and then stuck it back in the underwear hole. Slowly penetrating my ass. It felt amazing. I could feel his dick pulsating. his dick was hot. He pushed in completely and waited a few seconds before he started thrusting. He was kissing my neck and my back. We were both still dressed. Just our pants pulled down enough to fuck. My underwear still on!!! *rolls eyes* but whatever, it was fucking hot. He started fucking me in rhythm. It felt great to have a strangers BARE dick in me. A fat dick at that. It was stretching my hole and my underwear. He was so strong and rough. I loved it. I just let him have his way with me. “I’m gonna cum soon. Do you want me to pull out” “NO!, fuck your cum into me” i whimpered. He didn’t say anything further. He just went to town on my ass untill he stopped with his dick completely inside me. I could feel his dick throb as he came in my ass. All i hoped was that it was a big load. He slowly pumed his dick after he was done, making sure it was fucked into me good. He pulled out. “Make sure you keep this load in your ass till tonight when you’re boyfriend fucks you” He fingered my hole a little and then fixed his pants and left. I could feel the moistness in my underwear the rest of the night. When i got out of the bathroom i couldn’t find my boyfriend anywhere. Turns out he was outside getting coke from his dealer. So i had nothing to worry about. That night we didnt have sex, but i kept his load in me all night! More...

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Click here to see original blog post on Behind His Back... there has been so many visitors to this blog. It kinda gives me a hard-on to think so many people have read about my sexcapade. I figure ill give it a few days and then start posting pics of myself… maybe even a few vids! but for now, let me tell you about what i did last night! I was chatting on manhunt after hours, when my boyfriend goes to bed. I started talking to this one kid who’s a little younger than i am. He’s 21. Skinny but toned. I messaged him and told him i wanted to get fucked while my boyfriend was sleeping. He wrote back and said “sounds hot” I told him i only did it once before, but that it was so HOT!!! He asked me where i lived and said he would be right over. I told him we would have to do it in the basement of our apt building. He said he didnt care where we did it, just as long as we did it. I told him i would meet him in the basement. i gave him the address. I quietly opened the door and went into the basement and waited. It wasn’t too long before i heard the basement door open. It was so dark i couldn’t really see him. But i knew it was him. He came up to me and started kissing me. Grabbing my dick and ass through my pants. I could feel his dick and it was huge. He pulled down my pants and slapped his dick over my ass. I turned around and went down on his dick. Slobbering all over it, trying to make it wet enough to slide right in. I licked his balls. He grabbed me and put me into position. I love it when guys take control of their bottom. He spit on his cock and then slowly stuck it in my smooth ass. We both moaned as his hot member entered my ass until it was the whole way in and i could feel his bush on my ass cheeks. I pushed back and He started to fuck me wild. In and out thrusts the whole length of his dick. He said “i bet your boyfriend would love to see this.” I was bent over and he was pounding my ass. I reached back to feel his thighs and ass. His body was so hot and toned. I knew i wanted his load! We didn’t fuck too long. In fact he did say online that he came quickly bareback. “you want my babies?” he asked “yeah breed me” i moaned. he pulsated inside my ass. I could feel it drip down my thighs. It was a hot load. He kept brutally fucking his load inside my ass. “I’m going to cum again!” this time he pulled half-way out my ass, only keeping the head of his penis inside – filling me up with his second load. he pulled out and went down on my ass licking up his cum. I’ve never had a guy eat cum out of my ass. Ive always seen it on porn, and always wanted to try it. My bf of course doesn’t do it. It felt so hot. His tongue darting as deep as he could get it. after he was done, his face was sticky with cum and he started making out with me. I could taste cum. I wont lie, it was hot. He zipped up and left. I went upstairs and jacked off, then crawled into bed with my boyfriend… i wanted him to fuck me this time, with this kids load up my ass, but i didn’t want to wake him. I know its going to happen one of these times. If he only knew what went on behind his back. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Behind His Back... This weekend my bf and i went out. fortunately we got into a fight and i dropped him off at the bar and i left. On my way home i decided to go to the local bathhouse. I was coked up which felt perfect for this trip. I went in, striped down and walked through. It really wasn’t that busy. I guess because the bars were still open? I found the hottest guy there. And he was hot. Really built. A little hair on his chest. Totally do-able. I sat down beside him and we started talking. It didn’t take long until we left our spot and went into the wet sauna. He started rubbing my thighs. It felt great. I put my head back and let him give me some well deserved head. after a short while we had an audience, which i hate. So we left and went into the gym. He pulled out a mat, and he laid down. I jumped on his cock. it was the biggest dick Ive seen and it was hard for me to penetrate. he asked me if i wanted him to go get lube. I didn’t answer, i just spit on my hand and lubed up his dick with some hot saliva. He started fucking me hard. Pounding his dick into my ass. it really didnt last long, he started to pick up the pase and i knew what was coming. He looked me in the eyes and i knew he was cumming in my ass. I could feel his dick pulsate – which is my favorite part. As soon as he was done i jumped up, ran out of the gym. got dressed and left. The whole drive home i could feel my sticky ass. when i got home i didn’t clean myself out, i just want to sleep. Around 3AM my bf came home and started grabbing my ass. I hoped he couldn’t tell it was cummy but he was so drunk he didn’t notice. I started playing with my hole. before long he was pounding his dick in my already used hole. Then he came. Mission accomplished. 2 loads. one from a stranger and one from my bf. if he only knew…. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Behind His Back... This weekend me and my bf went to an after hours of this guy – who ive seen out a bunch of times – and have always wanted to fuck around with. I knew being at his place would provide the perfect opportunity. He was tall, brown hair, a perfect toned body – that he shows off at the bar. There have been many night where i will pass him as he shows off his ass or dick to someone. Ive always had the hots for him and his tight body. To jump right to the good stuff… his roommate took my bf in the bathroom to share some lines. I sat out – saying i had enough coke. But really i had other plans. I knew the dude was fucked up, and i knew it wouldn’t take much to fuck around with him. He was already horny, and kept coming down in his underwear. His roomate would tell him to get out and go back up to his room. He was obviously jealous of his hot roommates body. While my bf was blowing lines, i ran upstairs and ran into his room. He was laying on his bed in his underwear drunk and with a boner. It was a hot sight. I told him my bf was busy but i wanted to play! He smiled and pulled down his underwear and told me to suck his dick. I said “ok, but we have to hurry” I started licking his huge prick. It was shaped perfect and bulging with veins. I got it wet and then pulled my pants down to my ancles. I figure if i get caught it would be easier to cover if my pants aren’t completely off. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his huge boner poking straight up and he had a cheesy smile on his face. he loved the idea of fucking me while my boyfriend was downstairs. I sat above him and aimed my hole over his cock. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. He reached around and slowly massaged my dick. He said that he loved my ass and dick. and that i was made to be a slut. As his dick hit my ass i knew this was going to feel awesome. His dick was so thick and perfectly shaped. He penetrated me. As i slowly took his entire length – i knew time was running out. So i started bouncing up and down. He said it wouldnt take long and that he was going to fill me up. That got me hot, and i started to work his cock even more! Until i could feel his cock start to get ready to shoot. He pushed down on my shoulders grinding his dick deeper inside as he came. I could feel his dick pulsate as he filled my ass up. I slowly lifted off his dick. I left my ass in front of him so he could see how hot my ass really is. He fingered my hole and licked some cum off his finger. He slapped my ass as i pulled up my pants. I said it was hot, and that we would have to do it again sometime. I gave him my number and left the room. I went downstairs and my bf was looking for me. I told him i had to go to the bathroom, and found a second bathroom upstairs. He never expected anything, and i was full of another dudes cum. I’d appreciate comments, telling me about other ways to have fun behind my bf’s back or tell me about a time you cheated. Regardless, I’d like to hear from my fans! More...

Click here to see original blog post on Behind His Back... wow. there has been so many visitors to this blog. I hope all you perves loved reading about my slutty adventures. Its been slow, lately. Of course ive had sex with my bf. But as for going behindhisback, i haven’t. Maybe it was guilt. maybe its being cautious. who knows…. all i know is im going to try my hardest to get some more action going on…. but, if you have a bf, and cheat… and want to be a part of behindhisback’s blog… let me know. Drop me an email at behindhisback@gmail.com lata sluts. More...