Instincts

[rftoppr]

I was in my 20s, often horny, and often bored. Work was good enough, life was good enough, and I was good enough. My job was remote and easy, and there was ample time to sit around, daydream, and edge.

I was a top. It came naturally to me. I tried bottoming a few times, more out of a sense of obligation than desire. My hunger for hole was innate. I felt that primal urge when I saw a bottom, that desire to make them feel that mix of pleasure and pain. The feeling of grinding up against their ass, letting them feel my cock tease their hole, covering their mouth with mine while I slid in deeper and deeper. I had a thick cock that made bottoms gasp, and I shot big loads that often hit my face when I jerked off. 

My friends knew I was a top. I wasn't shy about it. I'd fucked some of them.

Being a dom came easy to me. I liked being in control. I liked being a bit cocky, having that swagger, getting in a guy's head. I knew a little about kink, I'd been to gear nights, and I'd had older guys teach me the right lessons: respect your partners, respect consent, leave the people you hooked up with in a better place than you'd found them. And I'd taught those lessons to other friends, and the younger guys I'd hooked up with. I did the right things.

But I wanted to do the wrong things.

Despite all my talk of consent and respect, that wasn't what my brain really craved. I wanted to fuck who I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. And how I wanted it was raw, always. 

Not just raw. I wanted to corrupt guys. It turned me the fuck on seeing innocent twinks filled with cum, their tight holes opened up and flooded. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when guys were ready to fuck and get used from the start, but it was different with the innocent ones. 

The worst part? I wanted to stealth.

Badly.

So badly.

And the cravings never seemed to go away.

I'd never heard of it until I saw it for myself. It only took one video to break my brain: a grainy 240p of a guy snipping the top of a condom off mid fuck and shooting a load deep in a bottom on all fours. I came as soon as I realized what he was doing. I closed the browser window quickly, but later that day, I searched for the name of that video, got rock hard in seconds and blew another load. 

I tried being good. I kept ignoring these urges in reality, even if it made me cum fucking hard, every time. I always discussed testing before hookups, and still used condoms, even if what I wanted to do was rip them off, slide in deep and fill them full of my seed.  I'd jerk off to bareback porn – always bareback porn – and imagine how warm and tight their holes must feel. But it was all a fantasy for me.

Until I met him.

[RawSubDad]

Great start. Keep it (and me) cumming😈

[kitpig]

Great start, this has the makings of a hot story and I hope we hear all about ‘him’ 😈

[DutchGuy1977]

Thanks 💪 great start 👊

[rftoppr]

14 hours ago, RawSubDad said:

Great start. Keep it (and me) cumming😈

Thank you. It’s my first time writing here, glad y’all are enjoying it so far. It’ll be a bit of a slow burn, but hopefully worth it. 

 

And if you’re enjoying it and want to provide some inspiration, my DMs are always open 😉 

[rftoppr]

Part 2:

I knew these people were out there. I heard about some of the sleazier hookup sites from titles in breeding videos. A4A bottom with tight ass milks daddy top. Anon Sniffies top breeds me deep. Trick from BBRT takes load.

There wasn't much for me on there, right? 

But I couldn't stay away, and one afternoon, the call got to be too strong. I opened up Safari (private browsing, of course), typed in BBRT, and started to sign up. I felt my cock starting to get harder as I began filling out the fields.

Username: thicktopguy7 (the 7 was a bit of rounding up, but this was a hookup app).

I entered my location, and began filling out the other fields. 27, 5'10, 170, average body hair.

Cock? Large/ Cut.

Race? White.

Status: Negative.

Smoker? No.

Position? Top.

Give Loads Oral: Yes.

Take Loads Oral: Yes.

Give Loads Anal: Ask Me. 

I was just here to look around.

Take Loads Anal: No.

Looking for HIV status? Negative Only. 

Then it was time to write my profile text, and I felt my heart beat faster. Maybe it's best to keep it brief.

Headline: Thick cocked top, looking to explore.

Profile text: Horny guy new to BBRT and new to this. Looking around for now.

Upload photos? Fuck no.

Then it was to the main screen, and a new world was suddenly visible. My mouth felt dry, and my cock throbbed.

The profile names alone started to set me off, and reading the lists of intos made it worse. There seemed to be bottoms everywhere, looking for now, ready to get fucked til they were dripping. The grainy photo quality both pissed me off and made it hotter. It felt sleazy and secret, like this was a website that should have been shut down years ago.

There were some fucking hot guys here: smooth sub bottoms with pretty holes that begged to be stuffed full of cock. Not many face pics, which made sense – who'd want to be seen here?

And then there were the top profiles. Even though I topped, I could appreciate a good cock. And there were some big, gorgeous cocks on there. Why were all these barebackers so hung?

I found myself getting even harder reading the tops' profiles. Daddy breeder looking for NSA. Discreet Latino needs head. 

Fuck it, I need to jerk off. 

I opened a new window, and went right for a favorite in my bookmarks of a guy fucking an anon bottom, ass up. He savors every stroke in this hole, starting off quiet until he can't hold back, and starts growling and grunting as he gets closer and closer to filling him up. I let it play and went back to browsing BBRT, idly stroking my cock through my underwear every now and then. 

I started looking through more of the profiles, and one caught my eye. BreederSeederTop. Online now. 42, large uncut cock. Top. The small photo made it hard to see the fine details of what he looked like, but I could make out a muscular chest with a good coating of fuzzy hair, stubble on his chin, a wolfish grin, and the base of a thick cock. Fuck. 

His profile made me throb. "Never pull out. Raw is law. Into a lot, as long as my load ends up in your hole. A breeding you won't forget. Bi, straight, gay, discreet, married, whatever, just bend over. Public, groups, anon are a plus."

My eyes flicked down the page:

Give Loads Oral: Yes.

Take Loads Oral: Yes.

Give Loads Anal: Yes.

Take Loads Anal: No.

Your Status: No Preference.

My status: Ask Me.

I looked back up at the rest of his profile.

"Huge loads. The only good condom is a broken one."

Fuck. 

I started writing him a message.

“Hey. Fucking hot profile. 27 year old top guy, new to BBRT, how's it going? Sorry I don't have any pics, I'm a bit shy haha. Never been on a site like this before :p”

I hit send and then closed the window. Too much, too fast.

But I opened another window a minute later, and checked to see if he'd viewed my profile. He had. My heart quickened, and then I saw the new message alert. I clicked.

“Hey, thanks. Not much. I've got a big load saved up and nowhere to put it yet. What are you up to shy boy? Got any pictures?”

I hadn't expected to hear back from him. What now? My instinct to delete the message was strong, but my cock twitched again, and I started writing back.

“I'm just setting up my profile and looking around. No pictures right away, sorry. I know that's kind of lame, but I don't want anyone to I know to see me here. I don't fuck bareback. Unfortunately, I'm a good boy haha”

A few long minutes of waiting, and then another notification.

“OK, good boy, that's fine for now. But why are you on a BB site if you don't fuck raw? And messaging tops? 

It's how we were made to fuck. If I don't breed every day or two, I start to go insane. There's no better feeling than unloading deep into a tight ass, lubed with spit and precum.”

I wrote back. 

“Fuck, I bet dude 😜 It's hard to explain but I saw some bareback porn a while ago and it really got in my head, man. I can't stop thinking about it haha. Trust me, I've always wanted to fuck raw, but the craving keeps getting worse and worse. Honestly, I was horny and jerking off today and just decided to look around here, but that's all I'm really doing. You're hot as fuck though lol”

Sent.

I waited a few minutes, saw he'd opened the message and waited for a reply. 

“I get it, boy. I used condoms when I was a younger top, but those natural urges are strong. I listen to mine. I've bred every bottom I've fucked for a decade now, and I'm never going back to being good. Being bad is better. 

What turns you on about it? What was the video?”

Boy? That's what I called bottoms. But at the same time, it didn't feel bad. It felt kinda good. I let it go for now. 

“Haha, it's hard to describe, but it just feels right.”

I stopped typing. How much do I let on? Fuck it. 

“The video? It's a bit twisted, but... it was a guy topping a bottom, doggy style, with a condom, and he cut the tip off and came inside him. I'm sure it was fake, but it made me cum so fucking hard man.”

Another few minutes of waiting. I could feel myself clenching my jaw. 

Another new message.

“Good boys like you shouldn't be into stealthing. Although maybe you're not a good boy after all? 

I wonder if the video was one of mine 😈”

Fuck.

“Fuck dude. You've done it before? What was it like?”

I looked at his profile while I waited a few more minutes.

My status: Ask me. 

New message. 

“Fuck yeah. How do you think I've bred so many asses? My load always ends up inside, one way or another. I don't usually record it, but I have a few videos in my private collection. I could show you at my place sometime. When are you free?”

This was too much. I rubbed my cock a few times through my underwear, and felt myself about to cum. I got my cock out just in time and gasped as I began to shoot. Fuck. I painted my chest, six or seven shots of cum, grunting with each throb. 

I took a few deep breaths, but my heart was still racing, and I still had the browser tab open. 

I looked back at his profile for a second, considered my options, hit the block button, and closed the window.

[kitpig]

I hope the boy is back in the app soon and unblocks the top…. 

[DutchGuy1977]

What a great story, hope to see part 3 soon.

[rftoppr]

Part 3:

It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real.

I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message.

”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?"

Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification.

"It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite."

As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders.

Shit. Was I going to do this?

"Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?"

A few minutes passed.

“Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me."

I could make that work.

I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck.

I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s.

Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he?

Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching.

After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go.

But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me.

Fuck.

”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

[aguyinthedesert]

So good! Can't wait for more 😈

[nymidtowneast]

Mmm good boy. The hard parts over, now just put yourself in his hands and he'll do the rest.

[SubOhioBttm]

Great story so far! Love it. Ready to read the next chapter! 

[negchaserlooking]

Loving this