Member Status: Sex Addict (part one)

[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 part, Curious, click: http://breeding.zone/threads/...Status-Curious The third part, Barebacker, is here: https://breeding.zone/threads/12756-Member-Status-Barebacker I broke the next status, Sex Addict, into two parts since it was getting long.)

SEX ADDICT (part one)

College seems unfair to me. Corey had a part-time job, had to study, write papers, and do a crapload of reading, all while his hormones were in overdrive and he had a perfectly willing older top – that’d be me – to ram his ass ragged on request. Something had to give.

Now, I had a vested interest in not being the thing that got less attention. See, way back on New Year’s Eve, my buddy Warren and I had been out, drinking, and in a daring mood. Warren had dared me that I couldn’t take a cute young college thing we’d spotted across the room and – within a year – not only to get my load inside his tight little butt, but have him bending over and taking it like a whore from all my buds. If I won, he was willing to let me take his twenty-something boyfriend Chris for a run – and man did I want to take Chris. If I lost, I’d have to let this prissy queen Earl blow me, which would be not only unpleasant, but would be something Warren would never let me live down. Not to mention Earl would tell the world he’d gotten to me.

Things had been progressing. The first hurdle – getting to mess around with Corey at all – had taken some time, but with some teasing, some internet anonymity and tricks, that had worked by Valentine’s Day. My birthday in early April – along with some alcohol, a nice restaurant, and some luck – had finally gotten Corey over his dependence on rubbers when we fucked, and I’d blown a wad nice and deep up his little hole. Then exams came.

It was his first year in college, and his parents – from what I bothered to listen to when he spoke about his life – were definitely of the opinion that his next three years of life were about working his ass off. I was all for working his ass, but it wasn’t quite what they’d intended. Dating me, however, had been taking the focus off his goals, and as his early May exams approached, Corey got more and more worried. I wasn’t the best influence on him. For one, I didn’t give a fuck how he did in school – he was a means to an end for me, and I was looking to impress upon him a different schooling. He’d learned a bit about the ways of gay sex from me – that it was better raw, better dirty, and better mean – but he was still tossing around “boyfriend” and had it in his head that we’d be soulmates or something. Sure, his hormones were in my favour – and I was enjoying getting into his ass as often as I could, since it often reduced him to very few words (those words being “Oh God!” “Yes Daddy!” and “Fuck!” more or less) – but we had a schedule to keep, and I was fast approaching the half-way point. Like I cared about his exams.

I decided his schooling needed to pace up a bit. We’d been watching porn quite a bit, and I started delving into showing him some stuff that was a bit hotter and more to my tastes – threesomes, to start with, though I was itching to pull out some of the gangbang stuff I had at the back of my collection. He definitely got off on watching, and I got to blow many a load up his tight little pucker in the process. I still felt like we were hitting a wall, however, and though he was ready for it – nearly always ready for it – when he got back to my place from his job or his class, he was starting to demur in favour of study time, or some rest. So I upped my game.

Finding him at his campus wasn’t too hard, but staying out of sight was a bit more of a trick for me. I stick out in the college crowd – older, bigger, and definitely deserving of my “Daddy” moniker. Still, I managed, and waited for the opportunity to school Corey in a different class. He could be pretty damned clueless – I’d already realized he was no genius, and his inability to declare a major wasn’t so much his lack of focus as his lack of real talent at anything other than sucking dick or bending over. He didn’t see me. Keeping a mental tally on who goes in our out of a door was a skill I did have, though, and although it took most of a day, I managed to get the scenario I wanted – when Corey took a break from the library to head to the Library bathroom, I followed a few seconds later. He was at the urinal, and didn’t look up as I approached. I waited till he gave himself a shake, and then quickly pressed up behind him, and reached around to give his dick a tug. “What the hell!” he yelped, and I put my other hand over his mouth. My beard rubbed at his ear. “It’s me,” I said, and chuckled. He squirmed, and I moved my hand. He breathed out, his whole body shaking. “God, you scared the shit out of me,” he said. I stroked his dick, though, and his rapid breathing soon settled into something faster for another reason. “You should... stop...” he groaned a little as I tugged him. “Someone could come in.” “Fine,” I said, and with a growl, I tugged him back from the urinal and marched him to the handicapped stall. Once inside, I closed the door and locked it. When I turned around, Corey went to kiss me. I pushed his chest, and he took a step back, surprised and a little hurt. “I don’t want to kiss you,” I said. “I want to fuck you. Right here, right now.” He laughed a little. “What?”

I grinned, and undid my belt and zipper. He bit his bottom lip. When I took his waist and turned him around, I could see his dick already getting hard. I grinned. Some spit, some fingering, and a brutal shove later, and my college boy was taking it like a champ in the bathroom, grunting and moaning and pushing back against every thrust from his Daddy. The door opened, and Corey froze, his whole body tensing. I kept fucking, and I could feel him straining on my cock, his hands reaching behind him to grab at my waist and make me wait. I didn’t wait. I knew Corey was busting to let out a noise – he’d gone instantly silent, but the boy was a moaner and a groaner so this had to be killing him – and I sure wasn’t about to slow down on account of whoever was at the urinals. I slapped his hand out of the way, and ground my dick into him. The guy took the longest piss ever, and when he flushed and then washed his hands, Corey let out a whimper. We both heard the guy pause – his footsteps hesitating for a few seconds – and then he left the bathroom.

“Oh God!” Corey nearly yelled the words when the door closed. I rammed him deep, and his dick erupted across the floor of the toilet stall – spunk spraying without so much as a stroke from his hands. “Take it,” I growled, and dumped my load in deep. I pulled out after, and wiped myself down while he leaned against the wall of the stall and gasped in deep breaths. “Thanks,” I said. “Needed that. So did you, apparently. I think I need to visit more often. Give you more study breaks.” He was shaking. “Holy shit,” he said. I laughed.

For the next couple of weeks, I made good on my word – I even showed up at the restaurant where he worked and made him give me a quick blow-job in the bathroom there. He definitely got off on the thrill of potential discovery, and every time I fucked his ass in a bathroom or behind a building or just off the beaten path in a park, I knew I was making progress in his other education. But then his exams came, and he was pretty sure he flunked at least one of them. His parents flipped, and something I never expected happened. They made him go home.

Now, I wasn’t keen to let nearly three months go by on the clock, but I didn’t get a vote. His folks told him flat-out that he had to come home and work if he wanted to try college again, since they were done paying for it. “You’re not going to win the bet,” Warren said to me. We were in a coffee shop, and his boy Chris had stepped off to the bathroom for a moment. Warren had caught me eyeing Chris’s ass, and had asked me how things were going with Corey. I brought him up to speed. “Just need a new approach,” I said. Warren laughed. “A long distance one.” “A long distance what?” Chris had returned. “Corey moved back home,” Warren said, with delight. Chris looked at me. “Really? Well... No offense, but he did seem a bit.. uh..” “Dumb?” I asked. Chris smiled. I sincerely wanted to see those cocksucker lips of his covered with my spunk. I definitely needed a new approach.

Part of getting into Corey’s little college butt had involved some internet fakery. Since he was far enough away that I couldn’t exactly pop by and continue working on the ultimate goal – getting him to bend over for my friends – I needed to keep connected. I signed back in under the two profiles I was using – my own, DaddyKnowsBest - and FitCountryLad, which was a fake profile I’d made so I could pretend to be a bottom boy just like Corey and strike up a friendship with him and be “moral support” when he needed a push to first start hanging out with me. I’d kept up occasional messaging back and forth with Corey – RunningMan92 – but for the most part, he’d been inactive on the site since we’d started fucking and he’d started struggling in school. I had FitCountryLad send him a random “How’s it going?” message, and Corey told him the troubles he was having, and how he was back in his home city, and how much that sucked since I was so far away. FitCountryLad offered condolences, and then, in his usual sex-centric way, “That mean you’re on a cock-free diet?” RunningMan92 replied, simply, “Yep. ” Time to go to work.

FitCountryLad: “Are you guys exclusive? Because it’s not like you’re trapped in a crap freaking town like I am! You’ve got options, mister...." RunningMan92: “I don’t think so! LOL.” Crap. I took a risk, and opened up the my Facebook account and started a chat window with him at the same time. I asked him if he was unpacked. We chatted – two separate conversations, one through our online chat, and one as private messages through the gay website – at the same time. I had to really pause and think before I sent a message or a chat response, to make sure I kept the two conversations straight. FitCountryLad continued to suggest that he should go get laid since he was at home, bored, and frustrated with out his leather-harness wearing daddy’s dick at the ready, and I slowly steered our chat to a bit of cyberflirting, telling him to take pictures of himself and send them to me doing things I wanted him to do. Then, when he was at his horniest, I went for broke, crossing my fingers.

“If you need to get that ass fucked, don’t worry – I’m not the jealous type. Just remember it belongs to me when I want it!” I waited a moment, then clicked send. A few moments later, there was a message to FitCountryLad: “Holy Shit! He totally just said I could get laid!!!!” I grinned, and while he replied to my chat message: “Seriously?” I wrote a message back from FitCountryLad: “You have found yourself a keeper! Those pipes, that chest, that leather harness and HE WANTS YOU TO GET LAID! Does he have a brother?” I wrote him back in the chat: “Seriously, boy. I know your ass. It needs attention. Just send me pics, if you can!” “You’re dirty,” he typed back. I let the conversation drift, and though FitCountryLad and Corey continued to chat more about how awesome I was for wanting him to scratch his itches, on Facebook we moved on to boring shit that Corey felt I would care about (his folks, his home city, and other crap I didn’t need to know). He was going to get a part-time job so he could – maybe – come back to school in the fall. I didn’t care if he came back for school, but I needed him back in town at the end of the summer. Once he signed off, I went back to the gay site where I’d been chatting with him as FitCountryLad, and started searching profiles.

The next step would be tricky.

Edited December 11, 2012 by Hotload84

[Elof]

Great start!

[nkdnwiltmanors]

Great! Please post the next part soon!

[cublad]

part two soon please??

[mike43]

hot story can't wait for part2

[nkdnwiltmanors]

hot story can't wait for part2

So, are you going to finish this story???

[wolfcub01]

what happened to the links at the beginning they no longer work??

[Barratboy]

Crap. Maybe they're too old now? I've been working on a different story and let this one slide. I'll repost the whole thing in one go when I do the next part, I guess...

[cublad]

hope the next part will come out soon, i am loving this story

[nkdnwiltmanors]

I guess you're not finishing.

I'll know to skip over your stories in the future.

[rickjamel]

Don't mean to ruin anyone's bone from the story but I'd recently been thinking about this in a general sense since I attained Sex Addict status. When I first saw that I got hard knowing I was getting closer to how I saw myself which is as a slut. In fact, once when I was younger a female friend asked after hearing of my luck with woman in my travels if I was a male slut. She didn't know that I always preferred sex with a man but would sometimes be so horny I'd fuck a woman if they hit on me. I used to feel that something was wrong with me that I wanted men so much.

Now, I sometimes will fuck my wife if she asks often enough but only if I can talk about man sex. But, I'm deep down inside a man slut. I love kissing a mn. I love sucking cock. I love getting fucked and bred. I've accepted who I am even though I don't get near as much cock as I'd like. I am a man slut for men. I want more cock. I especially want more cum.

[aj99]

I'd love it if you wrote more of this story. I love all of your stories but this one is one of the best.

[Bttm2go]

Be cool to have the next part.