I Don't Trust Myself

[nppf69]

Darren stepped into Randy’s apartment, the warmth enveloping him like a second skin. The air was thick with the scent of man, a musk that hit Darren’s senses like a wave. His cock twitched in response, the familiar ache of desire settling low in his belly. Randy let him in, clad only in loose gym shorts, his salt-and-pepper hair tousled, a knowing grin spreading across his face. “Right on time,” Randy drawled, his voice low and inviting. “You look nervous. Should we relax over a beer before we start?”

Darren nodded, his movements deliberate as he crossed the room. The apartment was sparse but lived-in, the walls adorned with framed photographs—some tasteful, others raw and unfiltered.

Randy came back from the kitchen and handed Darren a bottle. Darren cracked open his beer, the cold bottle a stark contrast to the heat pooling in his veins. Randy patted the cushion beside him, and Darren sat, the couch sinking beneath his weight. The proximity was electric, Randy’s presence dominating the space.

“So,” Randy began, his tone casual but probing, “how long have you been into barebacking?” Darren shifted, the question catching him off guard. He took a long pull from his beer, stalling for time. “A while,” he murmured, his voice husky. “It’s… I couldn't get it out of my mind. Then once I tried, it felt so good. But I know it's riskier.”

Randy’s grin widened, his eyes sharp. “Riskier’s part of the point, isn’t it? The thrill of it. Skin on skin, no barriers. Just raw, unfiltered heat.” Darren’s breath hitched, the words striking a chord deep within him. He nodded, his cheeks flushing under Randy’s intense gaze. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s a rush.”

Randy leaned closer, his scent enveloping Darren—just shy of being ripe. “Tell me more,” he urged, his voice a low rumble. “Why do you crave it? What’s the appeal?” Darren hesitated, the beer loosening his tongue but not his inhibitions. “It’s… it’s the connection,” he said, his words tumbling out. “The intimacy. Knowing there’s nothing between you. Just… flesh. Heat. Then cum. Where it belongs.”

Randy’s gaze sharpened, hungry now. “Intimacy's a powerful thing, Darren. It can make a man do things he wouldn’t otherwise. Things he’s too scared to admit he wants.” Darren’s heart pounded, the truth of Randy’s words hitting him like a punch. He drained his beer, setting the bottle on the table with a thud.

Randy stood, his shorts clinging to his thighs, the outline of his cock unmistakable. “Come with me, I've set up for the shoot in the bedroom,” he said, his tone firm, brooking no argument. Darren followed, his legs heavy, his mind racing. The bedroom was bathed in the harsh glow of photo lights, the air charged with anticipation. “Strip,” Randy commanded, his voice leaving no room for refusal.

Darren obeyed, his fingers trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt, then shucked off his pants. His cock stood proud, pre-come glistening at the tip. Randy’s eyes raked over him, a camera already in hand. “Pose,” he said, his voice low. “Let me see you.”

Randy queued up bareback porn on a nearby screen, the flickering images of bodies fucking without barriers heightening the tension in the room. Darren’s cock twitched, his gaze torn between the screen and Randy’s intense stare. "Let's make sure you stay hard for the camera," Randy said.

Darren spread his legs, his chest flushing under the lights. Randy’s camera clicked, capturing him from every angle. The sound was rhythmic, hypnotic, as Randy circled him like a predator. “Tell me more,” Randy pressed, his voice a whisper now. “What else turns you on? What else do you crave? Do you ever top? Or is that big beautiful cock just for show?”

Darren’s breath quickened, his inhibitions crumbling under Randy’s relentless gaze. “I… I've tried topping a few times, but wasn't into it. I really just love being fucked, submitting to a man,” he admitted, his voice shaking. “Being seen. Being wanted.” Randy smirked, his fingers flying over the camera’s controls. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m going to capture every inch of you. Every secret. Every desire.”

"Are you more of a pit man or a nip man?" Randy asked? "Sorry?" Darren replied? "Which erogenous zone turns you on more? I, for example am a nip man, as you can see by the fact my nips have been enlarged by being played with," Randy explained. "Oh, pits for me then," Darren confessed. "Right," said Randy, "lets get some good photos of your pits then, so guys know what to do with you before they fuck their raw cocks into that beautiful hole."

Randy continued taking photos for about 20 minutes. “That should about do it," Randy said, "unless you want a pic of your ass taking raw cock,” Randy teased, his voice laced with challenge. “No bottom's BBRTS profile is complete without one of those. You can trust me to pull out whenever you say.”

Darren hesitated, his breath coming in short gasps. He thought Randy was actually right about that. He was jealous of other bottoms showing off with such pics. “But I don’t trust myself,” he said silently to himself. Despite this better judgment, he nodded, his body betraying him. 

"Doggie position then" Randy instructed, moving Darren to where the lighting was best. Randy reached in his nightstand and got out some lube and a bottle of poppers. He took off his shorts, revealing the fat cock Darren had been dreaming of since their first connection and tossed the poppers to Darren. "Take a big hit," Randy told him, "I'll be able to get in quicker that way." Darren complied though he recognized this would cloud his judgment even more.

Randy stepped closer, his cock thick and ready, the head glistening with pre-cum. “You sure about this?” he asked, his tone deceptively gentle.

Darren’s heart hammered in his chest, his mind a whirlwind of desire and doubt. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Randy didn’t hesitate, his hands gripping Darren’s hips as he lined up his cock with Darren’s hole. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, the stretch sending a jolt of pleasure through Darren’s body. Randy’s camera clicked several times, capturing the moment.

“Should I pull out?” Randy teased, his hips moving more quickly now, his cock siding deeper into Darren's hole. Darren found himself unable to say anything. He should tell Randy to stop, but this felt so good. He just moaned, his head falling back, his hands clutching at the sheets. “If you don’t say the word soon Darren, I’m going to end up cumming,” Randy warned, his voice rough, his thrusts deepening. Darren’s eyes rolled back, his body trembling on the edge of release.

Still, all Darren could do was moan in pleasure. Randy growled, his grip tightening on Darren’s hips as he buried himself deep, his camera flashing one last time. Darren’s breath hitched, his body convulsing as Randy’s cum filled him, hot and thick.

Randy collapsed beside him, his breath ragged, his voice a whisper. “Next time,” he said, his tone laced with promise, “we’ll make that last longer.” Darren lay there, his body still trembling, the challenge hanging in the air like a shadow. He should not have let things go this far. He should go get a dose of PEP and resist doing this again. But could he trust himself?

[austin_submale]

Hot new chapter!
 

[onlyraw]

Beautiful writing…. So erotic the way you focus on yearning and desire…. The need… but knowing it’s “wrong” but wanting it anyway 

[cman54]

Definitely a good chapter. Darren should ask Randy how long will it take him to get hard and give him another load. Once that first load is in there he should get more!!!

[Ready2DoThis]

This story really increases my desire to take my first poz load. Well written.

[kitpig]

Lovely continuation - I hope this isn't a 1 load and you are out story!