TheBreeder Posted January 25, 2012 Report Posted January 25, 2012 To see Breeder's original blog post click here This kid is hot. Heās a runtāsmall and skinny. But heās a beautiful runt. His eyebrows are dark and thick, and give the impression heās got a long way to go, to grow into them. His hairās a mess, but only because Iāve been running my hands through it, just to enjoy the sensations of its length flicking across the sensitive webs of my fingers. His features are dark. Heās told me his mother was Brazilian. But his skin is pale and white, almost ghostly in the dark. When he kisses, he keeps his eyes closed. He looks like heās dreaming. Weāre in the back of my car. Itās not night, but itās dark. Pitch black before six in the evening. Iāve been to this parking lot before with the Latin boy in the truck, last autumn. Thereās almost no traffic coming in and out of the entrance from the sleepy neighborhood street nearby. That suits my purposes just fine. Iām driving into his hole. Heās kicked off his pants, but he still has on a pair of thick, woolen socks. His thin legs wave helplessly in the air as I enter his hole. Heās tight, but I can tell from the way his chute opens and cedes to my stiff meat that heās been used before. āThatās it,ā I whisper to him. He sighs. Heās happy. His legs crook and clasp around my back. His eyes are still closed as he surrenders his mouth to mine. My perch on the back seat is tenuous at best, but I make the best of it, and push in as hard as I can, until he gasps, and opens those big, brown eyes. When he looks at me, itās through a haze of lust and sensation. He probably doesnāt even remember my name. I donāt really give a shit. āYou like that?ā I ask. The words seem obscenely out of place as they break the stillness. āYes,ā he says. He licks his lips and swallows. āDude, donāt stop.ā I have no intentions of stopping. Iāve complained before about Grindr in my areaāthat app thatās become the ubiquitous hookup tool for gay men with smartphones and GPS has never really worked for me. Once I get into Manhattan, Iām barraged by hookup requests. But out in the āburbs, where I live, itās not of much use. Iāve had more hookups through Instagram, a photo-sharing app, than I have through Grindr. (And itās not like the arty snapshots I post on Instagram are racy in tone, either.) But this guy contacted me through Grindr only a couple of hours before. He had no photo. He told me he had no place to fuck. And no car. It was the trifecta of loserishness, basicallyāand then he sent me his photos. The first was of himself sitting on a sofa, head bowed to show off his thick dark hair. He wore nothing but a red plaid shirt and a pair of tighty-whities. His pale legs were crossed, and made even whiter by the proximity of the flash. Then he sent me a photo of his face. Heās a beautiful boy. So I said yes. Fucking in the back seat of a car is the compromise weāre making. He doesnāt care. He just wants the cock. My cords are around my ankles, my boots still on. Iāve got my flannel shirt unbuttoned. It hangs around his hips and chest, as he jerks and twitches and pulls every bottomās trick in the book to get my shaft deeper into his hole. Every once in a while the angle at which Iām hitting him will shift. Heāll grunt with pain. Iāll see it flicker across his face, feel his body flinch. But he doesnāt stop. Even when it hurts, he still wants to be filled. He needs to be used. The knowledge makes me stab him hard. My dick seems to double in size. āSo why canāt you host?ā I ask him. āThink how hot this would be in a bed.ā The runtās head is lolling like a broken doll. With every thrust, it bangs against the door. Heās panting slightly. His little dick, uncut and definitely a bottomās cock, is oozing a snailās trail across his hoodie. āI . . . live . . . with . . . people,ā he pants out, a little at a time. Lives with his fucking parents, Iām thinking to myself, but I donāt say anything. Itās not like I really give a crap. All I really care about is keeping the screw going. The car was warm mere minutes before, all the way from where Iād picked him up downtown and on the drive here, but with the motor off, its interior was growing steadily chillier and damper from our heavy breathing. The windows are fogging up, around the bottoms. āGod, youāre so . . . big!ā he grunts. He looks like heās in pain. I like that look on his face. Because no matter how much distress is causing him, he still wants more and more of it. Heās got one hand on the back of the driverās seat, and the other helplessly clutching a seatbelt. He uses the leverage to lift up his hips and drive them against me, trying to get more dick, more sensation, more pain. His face contorts when I shove my cold fingers up beneath his clothing and twist his nipples. He looks like he needs a bullet to bit, or a wad of leather to shove between his teeth to cope with the pain. He wants it though. Every twist of his hips tells me that, every gasp and labored breath writes that story plain. To an observer, it might look as if heās trying to wrestle me off. Heās still trying to get me in deeper, though. His hands shove at me, but itās so he can position me in a way he can lie more on his back. His skinny hips buck me, but not to shove me away. Heās not in control, though. I am. I drive home and hold it there, sadistically swelling my meat to make him gasp. Too much. Heās shooting. Thereās no warning. One moment heās trying to cope with my big dick, the next heās spilling a load all over his sweatshirt. The sensation of his ass contorting around my dick makes me decide itās time. Iām close. āYou want the load?ā I ask him. āYes,ā he says, eyes closed. Thereās need in his voice. āWhere do you want it?ā I ask. He doesnāt have much of an option. I just want to hear him say the words. āIn my ass,ā he whimpers. āPlease. Come in me.ā Iām closer still. āIf you want this load, tell me who you live with,ā I say. "Iā" "Tell me," I growl. āWith my folks,ā he admits. āI still live with my folks.ā The informationās irrelevant by now. I donāt care. All I know is that my dickās on fire. My load gushes out almost painfully, filling the boyās ass. He welcomes it with a smile and a half-laugh, as if he canāt believe he got exactly what he wanted. I feel his fingers scrabbling around the outside of his hole, where my dick is slopping him up. āFuck yes,ā he whispers. āFuck yes.ā Then he says the words over and over, in a soft, appreciative sigh. Fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes, until his lips make the words without sound. The car smells like semen when I drive him home. I feel something on my shoulder. His head rests on me. His beautiful eyes are closed, dreaming again. Heās soft, and seems to weigh no more than a feather. I let him doze. He stays there almost all the way home. More...
Freddiboi Posted January 25, 2012 Report Posted January 25, 2012 Breeder Man, you are one lucky guy! I'm oozing in my pants from that great account of how you seeded the "Runt". Keep up the good work.
Hotload84 Posted January 25, 2012 Report Posted January 25, 2012 There's a wonderfully visceral aspect of this posting that transcends carnality. The difference, perhaps, between sex and rutting. Thanks, TheBreeder!
TheBreeder Posted January 26, 2012 Author Report Posted January 26, 2012 There's a wonderfully visceral aspect of this posting that transcends carnality. The difference, perhaps, between sex and rutting. Thanks, TheBreeder! Thanks, Hotload. This was either sexy rutting, or rutastic good sex.
TheBreeder Posted January 26, 2012 Author Report Posted January 26, 2012 Breeder Man, you are one lucky guy! I'm oozing in my pants from that great account of how you seeded the "Runt". Keep up the good work. Glad to make you ooze, Freeiboi!
ronetbus Posted January 26, 2012 Report Posted January 26, 2012 This got me hard and made my hole twitch
pigskintop Posted January 26, 2012 Report Posted January 26, 2012 Congrats. Great story. I can't wait to hear more of your sexcapades. Keep up the fucking!!!
TheBreeder Posted January 26, 2012 Author Report Posted January 26, 2012 This got me hard and made my hole twitch Glad to hear it, sub!
TheBreeder Posted January 26, 2012 Author Report Posted January 26, 2012 Congrats. Great story. I can't wait to hear more of your sexcapades. Keep up the fucking!!! Pigskin, I surely will.
cumaddict71 Posted April 3, 2012 Report Posted April 3, 2012 Oh my goodness...THIS is it.... Loved this part: āIf you want this load, tell me who you live with,ā I say. "Iā" "Tell me," I growl. āWith my folks,ā he admits. āI still live with my folks.ā
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