[College Boy Sperm Hole] 50 into 19

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“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.

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