Member Status: Barebacker

[Barratboy]

(This came from the post where someone asked what the "Stages of Members" meant. I thought it would be fun to make a series out of the titles, which are: Virgin, Curious, Barebacker, Sex Addict, Slut, and Whore. Here's the third part. For Virgin, click: http://breeding.zone/threads/...-Status-Virgin and for the second par, Curious, click: http://breeding.zone/threads/12263-Member-Status-Curious ).

BAREBACKER

It was almost April, and it was looking like I was going to be the damned fool.

On New Year’s Eve, I’d made a bet with my buddy Warren. There’d been this cute young fella – Corey – at the bar, and a few beers in to the night, we’d wagered over him. Somewhere between boasting and beering and feeling horny, the challenge had been declared: I not only had to get into Corey’s ass and bury my spunk deep in his guts, I had to have him taking it from my buds as well, like a cheap ass whore. The prize, if I won, was Warren’s twenty-something piece of ass boyfriend Chris, who – truth be told – I’d wanted to plow since I’d seen my lucky-as-shit friend with him the first time. But if I lost, I’d be letting this prissy queen Earl blow me.

It had taken some finesse to hook up with Corey at all. For one, he’d been a bit shy – though we’d shared a kiss at New Year’s – and for two, he’d been a virgin.

Yeah, that part? That part I’d accomplished.

See, I’d made up a couple of profiles on a site we both used, and posed as a kid more his age, chatted with him through his online profile of RunningMan92 via this fake profile, and convinced him to go on a Valentine’s Day Date half through interactions with my false persona of FitCountryLad, and half through my own awareness that he thought I was hot – something he’d admitted to FitCountryLad.

Valentine’s Day had gone from coffee, to a diner, to my couch, and then my bedroom. I’d managed to eat his tight little runner’s boy butt – and he’d come from the combination of my tongue and beard on his virginal little pucker. He was a total butt-boy, and I’d figured that it was going to be smooth sailing from there on in. By the morning, he’d blown me and I’d managed to get my finger into his tight hole in the shower, and he’d jerked off while I fingered him and gave his nipple a good rub. His ass seemed directly connected to his dick – and I was sure I’d be breeding him by that weekend.

That weekend, Corey had shown up with a willing attitude and a backpack with a change of clothes. I’d put on some porn after dinner, and we’d made out watching it – I’d had to struggle to find some tamer shit to show him, rather than my usual fare – and we’d moved on to my bedroom mostly at his urging, which was fine by me.

Naked, he was a thing of beauty – which was good, since from a conversational point of view he was pretty dim – all lean legs and smooth skin and a mop of dirty blond hair that just begged to be clenched in a fist. It was difficult to hold back, but I didn’t want to spook him.

He loved my hair chest, my thick arms, and – unsurprisingly – my dick.

Corey went down on me eagerly this time, and with a bit more skill. He ran one hand up my hairy chest – I knew he loved how hairy I was – and used his other hand up and down my dickshaft like I’d taught him earlier in the week. It was nothing exotic – just a blow-job – but this that was enough. I had a virgin boy sucking my cock, and I aimed to make that qualifier vanish before the weekend was done.

After he’d slurped a while, we rolled around a bit, and I got his legs up in the air to bury my face between those tight little runner buttcheeks. I gave him a stern look.

“No cumming this time, you got it?”

He blushed, and nodded, and I started to eat the boy’s ass like only a daddy can. He groaned and moaned while I munched, licked, slurped and drilled with my tongue. Whenever he seemed to be getting too excited, I’d slow down, and tease him with my finger for a bit. Soon my beard was wet with spit, and my finger was having no trouble. He’d braced his arms at the small of his back, and was half-rolled onto his shoulders.

It was everything I had in me not to just lift up, cover his mouth with my hand, and ram my dick up his hole and burst his cherry right there and then. Imagining taking him like that made me rock hard, and I went back to work on his pucker.

A second finger joined the first, and then I knew I was in business. When I got the lube, he tensed again, and I had to slow down a bit, rub him with my beard, tease him some more. Fuck I wished it had turned out Corey was already half a slut, and knew he liked dick. I’d have been calling my buds to line up there and then, and then bragging to Warren that it was time for him to turn his boy around for me.

Instead, I had to tease and tease and tease this boy’s ass until it stopped clenching on my finger again, and when I finally had him relaxed, lubed, and ready to go, I lifted myself up against him, grabbed his calves in hand, and...

“There’s a condom in my backpack,” he said. He bit his bottom lip, looking up at me, and I swallowed my swear, and kept my voice even and amused.

“You’re a virgin,” I said. “I’m not afraid of catching something.”

He blushed scarlet, even with his hard dick and twitching ass. “I know,” he said. “But we should be... y’know...”

Fuck.

What else could I do? I put the wretched thing on before he changed his mind about everything, and then allowed myself to imagine fucking him from behind while I yanked on that pretty dirty blond hair of his. That got me hard enough to suffer through the condom, and when I slowly – oh so fucking slowly – inched into him, pausing as he hissed and winced and asked me to wait what seemed like every two seconds – I told myself it was just another hurdle to surpass.

Once I was inside him, buried to my pubes, I could feel him breathing rapidly underneath me. His eyes were clenched shut, and he was biting his bottom lip. I rocked gently, barely building up a pace, and took my time, even though I wanted to slamfuck the little guy in half.

I needed him to enjoy this, and lucky for me, that ass-to-dick connection of his came through. While I slowly fucked his hole, his dick hardened, and before long, he was hesitantly pushing back against me. I didn’t get to fuck him for long before he was wincing too much and I knew I needed to pull out, but putting my bearded mouth on his hole had the same effect as before, and I got my tongue good and deep, and was twisting my fingers inside his boybutt when he blew his load all over his stomach.

“Holy crap,” he said, gasping for breath after. He smiled at me, and I leaned forward and ruffled his hair, then tore off the stupid condom and jerked off over his slim chest.

It didn’t take him long to learn to accommodate my dick. Between his young hormones and my ever-hard cock, it wasn’t more than two weeks before I could fuck him and get off doing it – but he insisted on bringing his condoms, and although I joked about it, he just shrugged and put them on me. He seemed to consider it foreplay, and enjoyed dragging out the process of rolling it on me once I got hard. I was driving me up a wall. I had him how I wanted him – horny, aware that his ass was made for taking cock, and dropping by most nights his classes permitted to watch porn (which devolved pretty quickly into fucking) – but that one stupid thing was holding me back from moving further along in my bet with Warren.

I’d slowly shifted some barebacking porn in with the regular stuff, and it was obvious he found it hot, but... nothing.

So there was April, and there was me. A quarter of the way through the year already, and not a whole lot closer to my goal. Warren was mocking me mercilessly, and I was taking it as good naturedly as I could, blustering and boasting, but I was starting to worry I was gonna end up with Earl sucking my dick, instead of fucking Warren’s boy toy.

“You want to come to the cabin for your birthday?” Warren asked me, after we’d shot the shit a while at the bar.

“No,” I said. I wanted to keep working on Corey. It had hit me then, and I’d grinned at him. “You’re a genius.”

“What?” he’d asked, but I’d just gotten up and left. Some time on the computer later, I had a plan.

My birthday party was just me, Corey, and an expensive restaurant, followed by a pretty swanky hotel. He was over-the-moon to celebrate with me, and I’m not sure he noticed that each of the five courses of the meal had come with a different wine to match. He didn’t normally drink more than a beer or two at most – he was a lightweight – but on my birthday, he wasn’t about to argue.

I even got him to share some scotch with me after the meal.

By the time we’d had dessert, and headed up to the lavish hotel room, he was more than tipsy, and I was more than horny. We got each other naked with rough hands, and then I climbed onto the bed, spread my legs wide, my hard dick up in the air, and leered at my naked boy.

“It’s my birthday,” I said. “Come blow this out while I make a wish.”

He laughed, and crawled onto the bed and planted his lips on my dick. I took his head in both hands, and he was soon bobbing happily up and down my shaft, with much greater ease than normal. After a while of that, I pulled him off my cock, and kissed him hard, tugging him up against me, and gripping his ass with both hands.

“Did you make a wish?” he asked.

Perfect.

“I did,” I nodded, and reached to the small bedside table, grabbing the lube from where I’d left it. I slicked up my fingers, and started alternating my index fingers from both hands up his hole. He groaned while I fingered him. After a while, I stopped, picked up the lube and pressed it into his hand. He grinned.

I said, “I want you to pour this on my dick, and I want to lie back on my birthday and watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”

He shivered, and nodded, grinning. “Okay, daddy!”

I rumbled low in my chest when he said that – it turned my crank to hear him call me that. I saw him glance around, a little bemused, and realised what he was looking for.

“Come on, boy,” I said, and tugged him toward me. He rubbed up against my lap, his dick hard against mine. “I want to come inside you. It’s my birthday wish!”

His eyes widened. My fingers went back to work. He moaned, bit his lip, shook his head once or twice...

...and then started working the lube along my dick. His hands shook a little, but my fingers kept him going – he was all but purring when he finally crouched over my dick, and I aimed my cockhead at his pucker while he lowered himself down onto my shaft.

“Oh my God,” he gasped as I slid into him. I grunted. This was how a boy was supposed to ride a cock – skin to skin – his ass, hot from my fingering, was swallowing my meat with little spasms as he lowered himself. He arched his back as he sank, his hands moving behind him, and I watched his dick harden again as I filled him up. When I was finally balls deep, I took his waist in both hands, and gripped him.

“Fuck yourself on me, boy,” I growled. He shivered once, then obliged. I liked this obedient version of Corey, and was pretty sure that a little drink had revealed more about him than he’d probably wanted me to know. I tugged him with short jerks as he raised and lowered himself on my dick, and soon we were fucking in earnest, his slim body bouncing on my lap while I pulled and twisted him on my dick. His mouth opened, and his eyes were shut tight.

“God! God! God!” he kept saying.

I felt my dick throbbing inside him. “Tell me you want it, boy,” I said.

He groaned, low.

I gripped him tighter, and pulled him hard onto my dick. “Tell me you want it!”

“I want... I want... I want it!” he gasped.

“That’s right, boy,” I said. “Make! You! Mine!” Each word was another thrust, and with the last, I unloaded deep into Corey’s ass, feeling a colossal load of spunk erupt in him. He cried out, and his hand flew to his dick, jerking himself off furiously until he sprayed across my chest and stomach before he fell back.

I pulled him back up, and kept my dick buried in his hole while I crushed him against my sweaty and cum-sprayed chest. I filled his mouth with my tongue, and gripped him so tight he could barely breathe. I slid my hand up his back, gripped his hair, and gave it a yank, exposing his throat as he gasped.

“Mine,” I growled. “You’re mine.”

[einathens]

this stoey just keeps getting hotter. next corey just has to get barebacked sober, and he'll be hooked.

[loadme68]

I agree. Hot!

[sd3d74]

when do we get the next installment?

[onlyraw]

worth the wait, looking forward to seeing corey turned into a sex addict (and of course slut and then whore.....)

[bbbpmm]

Great post! Can't wait for sex addict.