"gosh, I've Got Your Babies In My Stomach

[Gymguy8]

"Gosh, I've got your babies in me."

 

He was another tweaker boy. That much I figured out from our

conversation on A4A. Of course, he said he only had done it two or

three times, but that had the steady tone of a long-time lie. He had

partied the night before and was still up; he was also still on

tweaker time, arriving about 45 minutes later than I expected. And it

was the standard tweaker fidgetiness and indecision, just to add agony

to my already swollen and sore balls.

 

Finally, after various false starts, we started to smoke the bong he

had made up for us. In my hotel room, we had to be careful of the

sweet, herbal smoke, but the old toilet paper in the paper towel tube

did the trick. With each toke from the bong, he got more open, telling

me about the tina high. But he also asked me my status. When I said

poz, he said that we needed to use condoms. When I said bareback, he

said only if I pulled out. I said we would see. I also told him I was

on drugs, which was true enough, even if I was on a holiday: both from

work and from the powerful side-efffects of the drugs. I figured my

virus needed a holiday as well.

 

He seemed satisfied with that, and we began to make out. It wasn't

long before he wanted to suck my cock. I was plenty happy for that to

happen: I had needed some sort of release. Even better, when he

climbed into position, he stuck his tight little latino ass right in

my face. I dove in, licking out his clean hole, getting him wet and

ready for my cock. We continued rimming and sucking for a few

minutes. It was the right thing to do: for me to be kissing the hole I

would soon be fucking, giving it the best care so that it would take

my cock readily. Although that alone would have been enough for me,

but soon, he got onto all fours and put his ass in the air.

 

I gave him one last quick ick or two on that hot ass, and then poured

some lube on it. It wasn't hard to get two fingers in to him, which

made me wonder if he hadn't been fucked already today. He was arching

his back and pressing against my fingers, so I knew he was ready for

me.

 

I lined my dickhead up with his hole, as he inhaled from the

poppers. As the third drug, after the tina and pot, hit him, he

pressed back against my shaft, forcing it into his hole. He grunted,

and immediately stated to work it deeper into him. I took a hit from

the poppers, and helped him, both of us working together to get my

cock as deep as possible into him. The fuck went on for quite a

while. Just as I was flagging, he would do something like riding my

cock hard, totally fucking himself on me, just in time to get me back

to a pre-cum dripping hardness. I barely needed to use any lube, I was

dripping so much. Of the course of the fuck, we flipped positions,

from back to stomach to all fours; we flipped intensities, from slow

and gentle to a hard-pounding ass fucking; we flipped intimacies, from

slow deep kissing to reminding him of the slut tweaker bottom he was.

 

The one thing that never seemed to happen was my cock falling out of

his hole. It was like a vaccuum, keeping me deep in him. Even when I

pulled out nearly all the way, I would always sink back in, feeling

how his muscules kissed me the entire length of my shaft. I was

constantly being reminded of the need to ask him where I would cum; he

kept me right at the edge of cumming and it was only through sheer

force of will that I didn't blast off right inside of him.

 

"Do you still want me to pull out?" I asked. There was no immediate

reaction. I did a hit of poppers, and felt the freedom hit my

head. "I'm getting close," I said. With his free hand, he grabbed my

hip and pulled me close. The other hand continued to furiously jack

off his cock. Surprisingly, he was erect and hard. Between the tina

wearing off, the pot, and my hard sahft buried in his hole, he was now

a steel shaft, already dripping precum.

 

Hearing no answer, I stopped worrying. I shoved my shaft in him, and

pulled it out just as roughly. My balls were throbbing and my cock was

dripping. Right as he started to cum, his hole tightened up, grabbing

on to my shaft. That was the last straw, and whether he wanted it or

not, I started to cum. I hadn't gotten off in two days; normally I

jerk off two or three times a day. So, it was a huge, ball-drianing

load I deposited into his hole. Almost immediately as his orgasm

faded, he needed to push me out.

 

My cock came out clean dn shiny, a thick cord of cum still connecting

me to him. "You came in me?" he asked, incredulous, scared, and horned

up by the idea. I just nodded. I started to play with his hole,

feeling my load and rubbing it into him. "That's nasty," he said, but

I could tell he was enjoying it. It was obvious he wanted to embrace

his pig side fully, but had not gotten either the courage or the right

set of drugs to do it yet. 

 

We lay in bed curled up next to each other for a while longer; he

would ask me how big my load was, or if I had really cum in him. I was

too tired to be committal, usually answering "That's nice," or "It was

hot." Finally, I got up and snapped a few pictures of him lying, eyes

closed, cum-splattered and naked on the bed. He got up a few moments

later to take a shower.

 

As he emerged from the bathroom, drying himself off, he patted himself

on the stomach. "Gosh," he said. "I've got your babies in me." I

nodded, wondering if I'd ever get to breed him again. 

 

[N_Cordova]

That's hot. Not really sure if I'm ready to turn poz, but I'm so turned on by the idea of letting a hot poz put his babies inside me, too.

[melvin0095]

Instant boner here... thanks .

[Jakelc]

I hooked up with a daddy a few weeks back who pounded his load into me and then rubbed my stomach telling me I had his babies in me. He told me he wanted to fuck a cumwhore and I was his lucky boy.