Only two Loads, not the Night I Wanted

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Bareback Breeding 
“Hungry hole needs breeding hung tops wanted. Door unlock from 8 pm to 1 am, IM for exact address. Age limit 35!” That’s what me description read, and I neede dick like crazy, I had just finished and exceptionally busy time at work and now I just wanted to lay down in bed and get me some. 
    

It took a while for messages to start trickling. They never formed a steady streak. But the attention I did get was more than enough. If nothing came from Grindr, I planned on heading over to the cruising grounds but that meant having to get on a bus, got into a forest and hunt for cock. Work had left me dry, I just wanted to lay in bed and fill me ass with cum. 
 

   “Hey slut, get ready for a 5 incher.” His dick pick got me drooling, long and thick with protruding veins, just want me hole needed. 
 

   I started fingering meself to get loose. Me dick was dead from overwork, whenever I was tiered it didn’t get up, unless I took a pill. That didn’t even bother me, cum dripping from me ass, was better than any orgasm. I was getting wider, I lubed one finger, then two went into and finally three. 
  

 The door’s handle started to move, I could hear him coming in, I was ass-up on the bed. He didn’t like that.
    “Turn around slut, and suck me dick!” There He was all six feet of man, hairy, and well-built, he didn’t look like he worked-out at a  gym but  more like a farmer or construction worker. He smelled of sweat. As I was turning, I could hear him unzip his jeans, and out came his cock, he grabbed the back of me head.
    “Open your mouth, I better not feel any teeth. Ya hear me!” I couldn’t say I word “Open it wider.” His cock was thick, I could feel me jaw hurting. I didn’t care. “That’s it bitch.” I could taste a slight taste of piss, me limp dick was getting hard. He grabbed me ears and started pulling on them as if they were handles. 
    “That’s it… Yea, bitch gag!” A buzz came from phone…that familiar, Grindr buzz. “More dicks coming. Can’t wait to see you getting fucked! But that ass needs some stretching.”
  

 He took his large dick out of me mouth, it was full of spit, threw me on the bed and positioned me doggy style. “That’s it.” I felt his tongue getting in and out of me ass, it felt good, and I was getting wet. Then he took his massive tool and pushed it in me hard, I almost screamed from the pain. 
    “That’s it slut, give me your ass. I don’t wanna hear no screaming, ya get!” He started pushing harder and harder, then slower and slower, than faster. I was starting to relax and getting exactly what I wanted, I pushed me ass into his dick, as I was on all fours.
    “Bitch, I didn’t tell ya to move, ya ass.” He then slapped me face. I could feel blood going into me dick. “Ya don’t move without me sayin’ it!” More blood came to me cock. 
    “I won’t anymore Sir.” He made me his slave. I could feel his hand pushing me back down, and now I lay on me stomach. He continued fucking me. 
  

  Me back was covered in his sweat, and then I felt a cold breeze as he  got up and sat besides me. “Now go on and get more dicks in, I think you’re good.” It took me a minute to gather enough strength to look at me phone, there were two guys that were interested. One was in his early 20s the other in his 30s. I gave them me address and waited. 
 

   He lid a cigarette. “Come and suck me while I’m smoking.” It all happened fast, and he only had fucked me from behind I didn’t notice his jaw was outlined by a beard.
“How long till, those guys show up?” he led out a puff of smoke
“One said half an hour.”
“Cool. Just cool. I got time. Go lay on your back slut.” He bushed me on me back, I could feel the bed ricocheting. He took me legs and bend me knees. Missionary was reinvented with new torrents of pleasure, who knew a G-spot could be touched so well. 
   

   The door opened again, he was still fucking me, didn’t even wink. He spat on me face.
“Here you go fucking slut, got your pussy nice and wet for the next guy.” Then he took his rock-hard dick out of me. Turned around, happy for the company.
“Boy you better get over here.” The Boy’s dick was getting hard, from watching us. It wasn’t as long as His but it made up for it in girth. The stretching He gave me helped with the new rod. I was still laying on me back, the Boy came near me. Shoved his dick inside me. The Man laid on his back besides us stroking his cock, looking at us, pre-cuming because of us. I was gazing at man, wanting to suck him as I was getting pounded. 
“You got a fucking good hole, nice and loose. Ah yea. Love it” 

The Man gave me his dick again, fucking my throat. Wet at both ends drooling on his dick, gaging on it again. I got so hard it hurt. “You got a sweet mouth slut, keep gagging on it.” 
It tasted salty and bitter but felt sweet. His cum filled me mouth. It trickled on the side of me lips. 

“Gonna get going now.” Just like that he rose from the bed went out the door. Post-Nut clarity kicked in. 
“Lay on your stomach. Now! Bitch!” he said forcefully, but he had such a boyish face it almost seemed farcical. It was famileir. Could I have met him before? Forgotten him? Did he fuck me at some point in the past? Did it even matter? Unlike the Man, the Boy, typical for someone in his early 20s was much slenderer, still looking as if he had under 20% body fat, he wasn’t buff, nor was he some feeble twink. The Boy looked like the Boy! Once I was on me stomach, the most rigorous pounding started. His dick moved slowly, then fast, than slow again, then he would hit me prostate once in a while. I was getting wet. 
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I love your dick.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t!” he said in a deep voice.
“Now rise and go on all fours.” his voice was alluring, firm but calm,  unlike The Man. The boy didn’t need to shout. 
“Yes sir!” I complied happily.  
“I’m yours do what you want.”

He started pounding hard, I could barely hold me ass up for him, but I did it for the Boy. 

“Don’t move.” I did his bidding, even tough I wanted to go back on me stomach and just relax. 
“I’m cuming!” He filled me with his man juice, I had to go and suck him clean. While this was happening, something else happened. 
“Mr. Smith. I remember you.” I froze, in that instance, me memory started replaying scenes from years ago. The Boy’s name was Kowalski Benjamin, he was one of my former students…little could I imagine he would be hitting me in all the right places years later. As a student he didn’t eclipse anyone  nor was he the dumbest in class, overall he didn’t impress… back then.
“It’s me, you caught me, ass-up. You’re Ben, aren’t you. I think you were somewhere in the 9th grade when last I saw you, right?”
“No, I was in the 10th. I guess with how many students you’ve had over the years, you can’t remember all of us.” He had a faint smirk, I could feel he was very satisfied from seeding his former teacher. “Time flies, it must’ve have been eight years ago, we last spoke.” 

Me teaching mode was starting to kick in, and all the attraction I felt towards him was dissipating into nothing. All it took were a few words for a non-post-nut clarity to kick in, that is getting to understand what you have done when you are horny without nutting. 
Ben was a silent boy, well-behaved, lived his own world, he didn’t seem to be part of any clicks, a simple kid, but now he was going to strangers and fucking them senselessly. Was he also getting fucked? 
Tonight was supposed to be an unwinding session from a month of testing, grading, creating new lessons based on the tests. Here he was a reminder of me career, there was no escaping me job!
“Your hole sure is sweet, teacher.” me heart doesn’t start palpating when strangers come and breed me, but then it did, the new found realization was making sick. He had another smirk on his face when he mentioned the word “teacher”. The Boy was having the time of his life at my expense. 
“Do you mind if I smoke?” 

“No, teacher go ahead, you haven’t had anything in your mouth in a while, it must feel strange. Ha.”  The nigh was indeed getting stranger and stranger, I wasn’t in the mood for a fuck anymore, the cigarette was an attempt to clam me down. “Give me one. Come on.” How can I refuse, he lid it. Maybe if I kept him busy with smoking, he would stop talking bullshit. 
“So you’ve moved to the city?” When I taught Ben, I worked in some small town in the middle of nowhere land, where it was mandatory for men to get drunk, beat-up their wives and just do a shit job parenting. I was always surprised when I saw some boys turning into fine men and when there were no teenage pregnancies in a class. 
Right now, I had a hot stud siting next to me, smoking. He grabbed me dead dick and started playing with it. 
“You haven’t nutted. I want you to cum.” He finished his ciggie and went down on me, started sucking me dick. I got hard. 
“Oh yea boy, don’t stop.” He could take it all in his mouth. The Boy had talent. 
“That’s it I feel it.” I came in his mouth.