[College Boy Sperm Hole] Andrés’ blow up doll

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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.

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