[College Boy Sperm Hole] Anonymous Interview

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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.

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