Bred by a Married Mexican Man

[whthole4u]

Bred by a Married Mexican Man

I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all.

The first was the story of My First Group Breeding and Experience with Watersports

Posted here http://breeding.zone/threads/9522-My-First-Group-Breeding-and-Experience-with-Watersports.

Here is the second.

I had been back home in San Antonio for about a week after being bred by the guy in Houston at the theater. I was confused why it turned me on so and could not stop jacking off thinking about him. I knew I should be safe, but he was anything but, and it was the most exciting sex I had ever had. I knew there was an adult book store/theater just up the highway from my house, so I told myself I would just go and look. Maybe I could jerk off in the theater and feel some of what I felt in Houston.

The parking lot had several cars in it and I was nervous. I walked in, looked around the store and finally got up the nerve to pay to go into the theater. It was hardly that. Just a bunch of folding chairs in a room with porn playing on the back wall. There some guys sitting in the chairs and a couple standing against the wall. As my eyes adjusted I walked to the far end of the back wall and decided to just stand there as no one seemed to be doing anything.

I had been there about 10 minutes and was just getting ready to leave when this guy came and stood next to me. He was a little bit taller than me and very athletic looking with huge shoulders and arms. He had on a white t-shirt and I could tell he was Hispanic as in the light from the movie I could see his black hair and latin good looks. He smile and inched closer. Smiled again and started rubbing his cock. I tried not to look, but he kept rubbing his pants and in the dim light I could see a huge bulge. I looked up into his eyes and he was smiling again. He grabbed my hand and put it on the bulge. It was so thick, and nice and long. He said “Suck it.” No one was doing anything like that there and I said no, not here, do you want to go to my house? I live about 5 minutes away. He said OK, I will follow you. So, I walked out of the theater and got in my car. I was scared as fuck. What was I doing?

I waited for only a few minutes and then he came out, got into a very sporty looking car and then pulled up beside, rolled down his window, and smiled. God, I got weak. That smile just melted and part of me knew – and wished – I would do anything he wanted.

The drive to my house felt like it took forever. I kept checking my rear view mirror to make sure was following me, convinced he would turn off, but no, he followed me all the way home.

When we got into the house I closed the door and turned to introduce myself. He just smiled that smile again and unbuttoned his pants without saying a word. At that point I noticed his wedding band. Fuck the dude was married. I was nervous and afraid, as I watched him take off his pants and shoes in my living room. He then sat on my couch and shook his dick at me. “Suck my cock,” he said in a heavy Spanish accent. It was not quite as long as the guy’s in Houston, but it was thicker, a lot thicker. I could barely get my mouth around it, but I tried. He leaned back and started moaning. I was sucking his dick best I could but it was so fat and he started pushing my head down harder and harder making me gag. I finally pulled off and stood and said I was sorry, I’m not that good.

He just smiled and said, “No no, come here.” He guided me to straddle him and lean against his chest. He started kissing me hard and deep. Wrapped his arms around me, held me close, and I could feel his dick rubbing my ass as he started pushing up and down with his hips. I was in ecstasy and felt so safe, so secure, with his arms totally wrapped around me holding me tight to him.

Suddenly I screamed out in pain. I was so lost in him holding and kissing me I did not realize he had shifted his hips so that his dick was close to my asshole. He had kissed me harder and held me even tighter and then tiled back a little and suddenly he was about half way inside me. I tried to say no no, but his mouth and tongue stopped all noise besides a painful wimper. He had slam fucked me totally dry and kept ramming his dick in my ass.

My feet were off the floor and I was encased in his arms and had nothing to push on. I was trapped and no matter how hard I squirmed he just hugged and kissed me tighter and harder and fucked me deeper. Finally I just let go. I gave up and gave in and when I did he pulled his cock almost the entire way out and slammed it back in. I tried to gasp but all I felt was his tongue and mouth. I don’t know how long he fucked me. It felt like forever as I was lost. Lost in ecstasy and pain and satisfaction and the fire of him in my ass. It hurt so bad but I wanted to make him feel good, so just laid against him and let him take me as he wanted.

When he started to cum I swear his dick got twice as big. I could not believe the sensation in my ass and he pulled his mouth away, titled his head back and started letting out such guttural sounds. No words, just sounds of ecstasy and then I felt him stiffen and he shot. Like in Houston I could feel his cum burning my insides. He thrust and thrust and thrust and then stopped. Laid his head back on the couch, sighed, and the shifted his hips so his dick plopped out of my ass. He sighed again, sort of pushed me to the side onto the couch, stood up and started to get dressed. He smiled at me again as I lay on the couch totally fucked out, he said “Gracias,” and then left. I lay there stunned and my ass hurt like hell. I was full of cum again and felt guilty and exhilarated at the same time. This time, since he was marrried – so I assume from the ring – he was not poz, but then I thought what if he was? So what – Houston had taken care of that – time to have some fun and fuck yeah – that was fucking hot! I felt complete and full again – but wanted more. Sex had never felt like this with guys who put a condom on. They were so reserved, held back, do limited. This was all out fucking and I loved it - craved it!!!

Edited July 2, 2012 by Hotload84

[Hotload84]

Very appealing story, Whthole4u. I often ran into Daniel, a Mexican with a beautifully shaped, exceptionally large, uncut cock, at a bath house some 15 years ago while living in LA. His practices as a top were quite similar to what you've described. Your sentence "...ecstasy and pain and satisfaction and the fire of him in my ass..." about capture the experience. And yes, he also wore a wedding ring! Thanks for bringing back some sweet memories.

[whthole4u]

Thank you - glad you enjoyed it. I ran into a couple other Hispanic guys in the years after who reminded me of him and while I never saw him again, loved having that experience.

[MAIKOL20]

"He guided me to straddle him and lean against his chest. He started kissing me hard and deep. Wrapped his arms around me, held me close, and I could feel his dick rubbing my ass as he started pushing up and down with his hips. I was in ecstasy and felt so safe, so secure, with his arms totally wrapped around me holding me tight to him."

Love it when a man does this to me, I just guide his power tool into my pussy and yes what a great fuck I get.