Prodigal

For those wondering, I'm still around, yes. My Spring course schedule necessitated a dedicated focus in the last 2 months, so I curtailed my...uh....social activities....a bit, to focus on landing a good GPA (4.0, as it turned out, surprisingly).

Sorry to leave you hanging, though - I haven't blogged or checked my email in a while. I'll aim to do better. Yes, I am just fine. Yes, I did fly to Toronto with Andrés, despite your selective cautions. And yes, I did use my 'talents' to buy his ticket home to Peru ($1042 US, but I had to work harder for it, given the US-CAD exchange rate). And yes, the Peruvian bad boy is now back in his home country, alas.

That weekend in Toronto, which seems like a memory now, was unbelievably intense. It'll be the subject of my next blog entry. I'm glad I went with Andrés and experienced, however briefly, the life of a college boy cumwhore. That said, my calling in life is to be an economist, not a ho. And so I'll be interning this summer at a consulting company that'll split my time between DC and LA. I'll be earning my cash now performing market research ;-)

Happy Memorial Day.

Brandon

Three final favors for Andrés

My legs were gradually pushed back, further and further still, until my toes met the headboard. Blindfolded, I didn’t know what to expect, although I let my body be guided to the position where he could bottom out inside me as he fucked. His hands gripped my shoulders as his cock dug deep into my hole. Ok, now that hurt…..

I was already late to meet my mom, who was visiting for the weekend, but I’d agreed to the times, and true to my word, I stuck with it. For the past two weeks, I’d been agreeing to don a blindfold and let Andrés' television celebrity buddy come over and rape my hole and fill it with sperm. This guy intensely enjoyed his first encounter with me, and had been haranguing Andrés for a few more chances, while there was still time left. “This dude is an A-lister in the District’s social scene with fundraisers and such”, Andrés told me earlier this week, grinning, “so you’re his only opportunity to breed hot teen cunt and still be discreet about it. He just wants to drain himself inside you a couple times a week until I leave, ok?”

Mr. Television slid his tongue inside my mouth, and his French kiss tasted of spearmint. His sweat, laced with Issey Miyake, dripped onto my forehead as his pounding grew more intense and his bare cock began to really punish my wet hole. His kissing was as passionate as his fucking, and it seemed odd to wear a blindfold while being made love to in this way. But I wasn’t calling the shots, so I kissed this anonymous man back, my legs around his back. Never taking his mouth off mine, he moaned wordlessly, “Mmmmmmmmmmm” and I felt his violent, hot squirting of cum inside my hole, marking his territory and amplifying the squishing sound of his last few thrusts inside me. He collapsed for a minute, taking his mouth off mine and tracing the contours of my neck with his hot, wet mouth. Finally, he sat up and regained his balance, reaching for his pants. Dressing quickly, he leaned back down to kiss my blindfolded face, whispering, “Just lay there for 20 minutes and let my load soak inside you, ok? There’s an egg inside you somewhere and my swimmers wanna find it.” A minute later, he was gone. This was the third time he’d visited this week, and so his DNA had lodged itself quite deep inside me by now.

Andrés, who’d been waiting patiently in the front room, came back to the bedroom and began to undress, clearly wanting to blow his own load inside me. I took the blindfold off now. An awkwardness had crept into Andrés’ demeanor by now, so he kept our talk focused on sex. “You know, he stopped jacking off altogether. He said with a body and hole as hot as yours, every last bit of his sperm needs to be fucked deep inside your body. That’s quite a compliment, eh?” he chided; now sliding his rock hard cock inside my warm wet hole. Andrés closed his eyes. “Oh fuck, you’re always so tight, no matter how much I make you submit your hole to my buddies.” Andrés pulled my legs straight up and sucked my toes as his cock slid inside me, nice and easy, in a slow rhythm. His tongue slid slowly in between my toes as his cock thrusted deeply and intensely now, hitting my g-spot. Unexpectedly, I came from being fucked like that, and my load splashed thickly across my face and shoulders. Andrés laughed at my self-induced facial and then blew his own load inside me, pushing deep to compete with his friend’s insemination.

Laying next to one another, Andrés reminded me that my weekly blindfolded sessions with his television buddy was just one of three final favors I granted him (without knowing what they were). Andrés’ assignment in DC has been rapidly coming to a close and he returns to Peru in mid-April. He said he’d prefer to stay here, and he’s eligible for reassignment in DC again at the end of the year. So our time together is drawing to a close, something he won’t discuss directly. But he did ask for three final sexual favors of me. Letting TV guy knock me up repeatedly and anonymously was one, but what were the others? So I just came out and asked him about #2 and #3.

Andrés looked at me sheepishly a minute, then relented. “Well, I don’t want to give everything away, but I’ll tell you about #2 now. It’s the real reason I’m taking you to Toronto next weekend to meet my friend Hector. He really wants to meet you and you’ll have a great time in the city, it’s really urban and friendly. But the reason we’re going up to meet him is to for me to raise enough money to fly home to Lima in April.” That made no sense to me, so I looked at Andrés and let him finish.

“I’ll be leaving with my sister back to Peru and Department policies only allow one paid ticket, except in spousal situations. I’ll use the Department’s money to fly my sister home, so I need your help and Hector’s help to get enough cash for the second ticket.” Andrés looked at me, expecting me to get his drift. The confused look on my face finally made him laugh.

“Let’s just say that Hector has a large network of buddies in Toronto who are dying to meet and seed some hot teen cunt. I told you that, already. I want you to bring your blindfold and submit to being barebacked and bred, just as my buddy does here. One difference, though: Hector’s buddies have offered to compensate me to fill you. So technically, I’ll be making money off your asshole, but you get lots of cum inside you, in exchange. Each warm load up your ass is another $100 or so closer to my plane ticket home. So actually, you really are doing this for me. When Hector first told me about it, I expected a lot of trolls, but these guys are pretty hot. Sounds pretty awesome, eh?”

I should have guessed that our weekend away wasn’t about a last hurrah of fun in Canada. Andrés must have sensed my surprise or disappointment, because he leaned over and kissed my gently. “C’mon Brandon, you promised me three favors. Look, your hole is hot enough that you could charge for it, and I’m only doing this to get myself and my sis home safely. I know you don’t have the money yourself, so don’t you want to put your asshole to work for a good cause – to get me home safely?” I finally relented, as long as I could carve out part of Sunday to meet my old high school friend, Noah.

And so this coming Friday, we’re off to a new city, in a nice hotel, where I’ll become a whore, working for my adventurous friend (and now pimp), a man who I’ll do seemingly anything for, as his sexually demanding days here come to an end. The more I thought about it, the more twisted it seemed, and thus the more worthy of consideration. How would I explain to my friends and classmates that the bulk of my weekend in Toronto was spent getting fucked full of sperm, for money?

Show him how it’s done

“Betcha fifty bucks I can cream in that hole in four minutes or less. What’s the downside, man? You’ll study better with my load swimming inside you.” The plea came from Rafi; he wouldn't let me off my cell phone until I said yes. Rafi was headed into DC to see the Wizards play the Indiana Pacers, and he pleaded for a quick pump-and-dump on his way over to the game. “I’ll have my little bro and two other buddies in the car, so I’ll just double park and tell them I have to drop something off. I do; I have to drop off the scalding hot DNA churning in these balls into that tight cunt of yours. Let me give you what you need, man!” I was dragging from a long weekend of studying and recovery from my all-night fuck with Tom on Friday, but decided I could use a sperm break. He told me to get myself ready – he’d be over in 30 minutes.

After showering and cleaning up, I spent a few minutes lubing and fingering my hole to loosen up. Rafi told me he wanted to walk in, find me on the bed already lubed, drop his pants, slide right in and begin fucking. Switching on the Roxy Music CD to which I was now addicted, I stretched out on the bed, naked, face down, and legs spread, relaxed and horned, too. Right on time, the front door opened and I heard the sound of laughter and horseplay, headed down to my room. I looked up and saw Rafi, with a two-day beard and in all-black. Ah, Rafi – handsome as ever. I froze for a minute as another guy walked in right behind him. “Hey, this is my little bro, Alejandro. He wants to watch his big brother breed a college jock hole. I gotta show him how it’s done, properly”, Rafi grinned. Alejandro certainly looked like his brother – classic Cuban handsome – although much younger and boyish - no more than 18. “Sit down in that chair, bro, and enjoy the show”, Rafi motioned to Alejandro. Alejandro kept his windbreaker on, sitting in the chair by the nightstand, wide-eyed and in disbelief that a guy would be naked and offering his body for his older brother to just walk in and fuck.

Rafi knelt on the edge of the bed, kicked off his tennis shoes and stepped out of his jeans. His thick 7” jumped out, stiff as a board and ready to go. Rafi pulled himself over my body, placing his legs just inside mine and aiming his cockhead at its target. “All lubed up, just like I asked. Good boy”, Rafi cooed and pushed himself inside me, slowly. His dry thick boner met the lubed entrance to my hole, which swallowed his cock and pulled it into a warm, wet tunnel. “This is EXACTLY what I needed, bro”, Rafi called over to his brother, who was by now grabbing his crotch to jack off inside his pants. Rafi rested his chin on my left shoulder, his shirt still on, so he could talk to me softly as he pumped me, my wet hole swallowing his cock again and again, like a little kid going up and down on a popsicle.

“How you been, cutie? Classes ok this semester?”
“Tougher this semester, Rafi. My professors are ruthless.”
“You been growing out your hair a little? Makes you look even cuter.”
“Haven’t had time to get it cut. Where’ve you been?”
“Spent some time in Miami and brought Alejandro back to DC to live with me. Luis told me you should be carrying his bastard kid by now. He looooves your cunt, man.”
“I had a wet spot in the ass of my jeans for a day after he bred me.”
Rafi touched my neck. “You cut yourself shaving?”

No, it was a small hickey from my night with Tom. But that was complicated to explain. What drifted through my mind was how sensual a pump-and-dump could be - not meaningless, not empty. Rafi needed to fuck and unload quickly, but was surprisingly sweet as he prepared to seed my hole. I understood his need and freely offered my body and ass to give him quick relief.

“Oh, fuck, this is it, I gotta cum bad. I’m gonna glaze that hole hard with a heavy coating.” Rafi drove himself inside me hard, rattling the legs of the bed. And then again. Deep visceral thrusts that coaxed the sperm out of his balls – and to show off for his brother. “Ooooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhh”, Rafi groaned, partly for show, although I could feel his multi-day gush of spunk unleashed inside me; he wasn’t faking. “Mark your territory, bro”, Alejandro taunted Rafi. Rafi collapsed for 30 seconds, nuzzling his chin into my neck and kissing and licking inside my ear. Then, just as quickly, Rafi pulled his body off mine and his wet cock, now spent and fully sated, plopped out of my sloppy cumhole. Rafi sat up, reached down for his jeans and looked at his brother as he pulled them back on. “You need to find your own little cumbitch like this one, Alejandro. A boy who knows that his hole was made to drain real men like us. Maybe I’ll let you take a turn inside Brandon sometime.”

Rafi was right. The encounter lasted less than five minutes. Now fully dressed, Rafi leaned down and kissed my cheek. “We’ll let ourselves out. Just lay there for a while and let my load fully sink in that hot little body. I wanna watch the game knowing my spunk is lodged deep in you, as you study. I’ll call you soon, cutie.”

Alejandro stood up and followed his brother towards the door. Suddenly, Alejandro turned, patted me on the ass and said “Bye, cutie”. Then he dipped his ring finger inside my hole and pulled up a big dollop of his brother’s cum. He brought it to his mouth, as if taste-tasting a new recipe. “Yep, that’s my brother’s cum all right”, he smiled, and walked out.

Eine amerikanische Ausbildung

Sitting across from one another, as we finished our Quark Torte and Chai Tea at Café Mozart, Tom extended his legs underneath the table and under my chair, forcing my legs apart. Then, in a more brazen move, he grabbed my right hand in his. “Brandon, I very much enjoyed having you as a student this week. You have a bright future in economics, and I want you to be serious about your studies.” Tom was a guest lecturer this week from LMU Munich, teaching a one-week symposium on international economics and the European Union. A very handsome man, Tom was maybe 32, 6’5”, brown hair, and clean-shaven. No wedding ring. Tom was also a very good professor – better than some of our “star” professors on campus. Over the course of the week, I made eye contact regularly with Tom and even went to his office on Wednesday night to ask for advice on my final presentation. Listening to my ideas, Tom rested his hand on my shoulder and offered some useful suggestions. So I opted to dress up for the final presentation, half to impress Tom, as a student, but mostly because my navy slacks hugged my ass in the most flattering way. Or so says Andrés. As I paced during Friday morning’s slide show, I could tell that my wardrobe made as much of an impression on Tom as my ideas about the dangers of economic nationalism. Risking decorum, I waited until after class and then asked him to dinner that evening, since he’d be flying home the next day. Tom blushed and grinned and said yes.

At dinner, away from campus, Tom was less guarded. “You are a very handsome young man, Brandon. Where is your boyfriend?” The question was charming enough, and sincere enough, that I refrained from providing a smartass answer. Tom shared that he was married until he was 28, until he could no longer hide his sexual attraction to men, although his gay dating life in Germany resembled mine here. The waitress dropped by the check by, and pulling away from his grip, I asked Tom if he’d like to spend the night at my place. “I normally don’t fuck my students, Brandon. But, you are so attractive to me. And I want to fuck you, yes.” That wasn’t *exactly* the question, but I liked the answer.

We sat on my sofa, drinking Vin Santo and making out. Tom dropped his IPod into my Bose speakers and introduced me to Roxy Music’s “Avalon”, his favorite album ever. We talked and laughed, and half-way into the album, Tom unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants. His hands brushed over body, lightly then roughly, and before long, I was completely naked and wrapped around his fully clothed body. Tom glanced up and down at my naked body, approvingly. “I want to fuck you so hard, Brandon…..so hard.” I stood up, grabbed the Vin Santo glasses and his Ipod and led my visiting professor to the bedroom, to fuck me. Slutty little student, I am.

I reclined on the bed as Tom undressed, shocked to see a monstrous 9.5” thick German billy club spring from his pants. “You like?" Tom teased. “Uh, yeah”, I smiled, admiring German superiority. Tom climbed on the bed, pulling himself on top of me, and kissed me again. Tom was a sensual man, and definitely a sensual kisser. As we passionately made out, Tom pulled my legs up over his shoulders and let them slide down his back. His thick cock bobbed up and down on my balls as he moved, coating my ballsac with thick pre-cum. “I got you exactly where I want you”, Tom growled, and then, surprisingly, flipped me over onto my stomach.

Tom laid his body on top of mine, his cock resting in between my asscheeks. He pulled off and brought his mouth to my hole, his tongue still soaked with saliva from our french kissing. He alternated between eating me, then fingering me, then eating me out again, intent to open me up to take his cock all the way. “Do you have a condom?” Tom asked. Ugh. His cock slid back and forth across my hole, and I brought my hole to his cockhead, to take him inside me bare, as a response. But he asked again. Good naturedly, I pulled a condom and lube from my nightstand, and as he opened the packet, I suggested that he could also fuck me bare, if he wanted. “You let guys fuck you without a condom?” Sensing a tone that was more curious than accusatory, I explained that it felt better to take a bare cock inside me. “That’s risky, Brandon. Any guy would do anything you asked of him, to be inside you, including wearing a condom. Letting a stranger fuck you unprotected is asking for trouble.” Tom lubed up and entered me slowly. Condom or no condom, this was going to hurt. Tom rested his body on top of mine again, driving to the balls. His last 3 inches hurt like a motherfucker, but he was determined to go balls deep. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all week, and now I’m doing it. You’re even hotter naked, Brandon.” Once fully inside me, Tom made me explain again why I let guys fuck me bareback. Catching my breath in between his thrusts into my ass, which knocked the wind out of me, I told him about the unmistakable warmth and closeness of a penetrating a warm wet hole, and feeling every silky texture wrapped around his cock. As I talked, Tom began to pound. “You’re a bad boy, Brandon”, he teased.

We took a break so he could pee, Roxy Music now in its second run through. Tom padded his way back to the bedroom, only slightly less hard. “It was hard to pee, Brandon, I’m still so fucking hard”, he laughed. He positioned himself between my legs, and slapped my ass hard with each hand. Tom pulled me up off my stomach, his arms wrapping around my chest, locking my body in his, as he kissed my neck. Then, he lowered both of us, in tandem, back down onto the bed, until he was on top of me again. His cock found the entrance to my hole and slid back inside. I closed my eyes, only to open them quickly a minute later. “Oh, Jesus Christ, oh fucking hell!”, Tom yelled. What happened? I looked back at Tom, seeing his face contorted in ecstasy. “That feels fucking incredible” he hissed. I looked down on the bed, and saw the condom, lying unwanted on the bed. Tom slid back inside me, bareback this time, tempted by my earlier talking. “It feels so fucking soft and wet”, he moaned. I pushed back and impaled myself on his deck, risking the pain of his girth, so he could experience a bare hole, full throttle. Tom began to fuck me harder than he did before. His hands, groping my shoulders, slid to my neck, firmly in place, almost to a chokehold. Tom drove his hips harder into my frame, now really driven to fuck. He reached down with his left hand, grabbed the used condom and brought it to my mouth. “Eat it!”, he yelled as he fucked. Tom was forcing the used condom into my mouth, the taste of plastic and lube and his pubic hair mixing on my tongue. I didn’t actually want to eat it, but Tom’s fingers now fully forced the used condom inside my mouth as he jack-hammered my cumhole. Finally, his moaning became more concentrated and intense. “Oh, I’m gonna cum. I don’t want to cum inside you” he warned. I pushed back onto his cock and let the condom fall out of my mouth onto the pillow. “Cum inside me, Tom. Fill my hole with your sperm”, I countered. “Oh, that is so wrong. I shouldn’t do this”, he worried aloud, but made no motion to pull out of me. I fucked back more intensely, angling to keep his bare cock inside my now soaked hole. “I want it, Tom. Give me your cum. Unload inside me”. Tom yelled loudly enough that pedestrians walking by my window would have heard. He grabbed my waist and exploded inside me. “That’s it, give me what I want”, I murmured encouragingly as he shot rope after rope of thick cum into my intestines. Tom collapsed on top of me and we both fell to the bed. Panting heavily in my ear, Tom finally said, “I’ve never experienced anything that amazing”. The professor may have bred the student, but the student gave the professor an American education.

I fell out in the middle of “Tara”, having heard it a third time now. The room smelled of fucking and cum and sweat. Tom fell asleep, still inside me, as if his cock wanted the cradle of a cum-soaked hole. As the night wore on, we slept, woke, fucked, slept, woke, and fucked. Finally, I shut the lights off around 4:00, and turned off the Ipod. That didn’t stop Tom. He fucked me in every conceivable position through the night, now addicted to my bare hole. Tom was unstoppable. In the morning, I went to the kitchen to make coffee, until he caught me, hoisted me up on the dining room table, and fucked me again. I should have closed the blinds in the front room, but I couldn't give a fuck. The longer we spent together having sex, the more aggressive he became. “I’m going to fuck you til you bleed”, he barked, forcing my legs straight up in the air. With five Bavarian loads fucked into me, I probably wouldn’t bleed any time soon. I was mighty sore, though. Then Tom came hard again, and the soreness gave way to the warm, sloshy feeling of more sperm racing inside my hole. I was getting the breakfast I deserved.

Later that morning, I walked Tom back to his hotel. With 3 hours sleep, I was dragging, but the fresh air woke us up. “I’d like you to consider our summer study program in Economics, in Munich. It’s a good program, and I can arrange for a scholarship, seriously. You can stay with me, if you want”, Tom offered, grabbing my hand again. “You can pay for your room and board by letting me fill your hot ass all summer”, he teased. How quickly they come around to the lure of a bare hole. As Tom’s DNA deposits from the prior night now leaked from my hole, all the way down my Lucky Jeans and into my socks, I contemplated the most beautiful, active Bavarian summer.

Saturday morning baby-batter

“Hey man, can I come crawl in bed with you this morning?” It took a minute to realize that my cell was ringing. And another to register the time: 6:30am. And yet another to connect the man with the offer: Luis, the friend of Andrés from Christmas. “You want to come over now?” I asked, a little surprised to hear from him out of the blue like this. “Yeah man, I can’t sleep. I need to unload in your hole so I can relax. C’mon man, help out a friend in need.” Still groggy, I got up and unlocked my front door, catching a glimpse of my next door neighbor, totally busted for walking naked through my apartment. I sat up in bed for 20 minutes, but eventually sleep overtook me and I must have zonked out again.

I woke up a bit later to see Luis standing over my bed, his shirt and shoes off, pulling the sheet down to see my naked body as he unzipped his pants. He must have driven over in a hurry. Luis sported a 2-day stubble, hair uncombed, and a wild look in his eye, looking agitated or worked up. “Morning”, I offered, groggily. “It’s gonna be a good morning, alright. I’m gonna fucking rape that hole and flood that sweet tunnel of yours”, he smiled tautly. That made my cock spring up, which gave Luis an idea. “Jack your cock, man. I wanna see you cum in front of me.” I grabbed my boner, turned on by the thought of a hot morning rape, and began jacking as I looked up at him. Luis stepped out of his trousers and his huge boner poked out of his boxers. He tugged at the boxers, and his 9” cock pointed straight at me, instantly recognizing its prey from our back seat car fuck on the way to the airport. Luis knelt on the bed in front of me, pushing my legs apart so he could squat between them, bringing his hard-on closer to its point of entry. “Shoot your load for me, man”, Luis commanded, not offering any help. I didn’t get it at first – most tops I have sex with normally don’t care if I cum or not. But it had been a few days, and Luis’ nice body and handsome face, rugged this morning or not, brought me to the edge and my balls churned as I rode the wave to a massive explosion.

Looking down on me as I began to squirt, Luis positioned himself closer to my hole, cupped his hands over the tip of my cock and caught the first hard squirt in his fingers, then the next, and then another. I closed my eyes for a minute to breathe again, and opened them just in time to see Luis rubbing his cum-filled hands back and forth over his cock, lathering it with my fresh sperm. He lowered his other hand and pushed a palmful of sperm into my hole, raising his eyes back towards me, “Hmmm, nice and warm inside there.” And without warning, he pushed himself inside me, holding my hips to drive himself all the way inside, to his balls. He leaned down and kissed me softly at first, then passionately, as he pulled back and began to drive deep inside. The suddenness of his initial entry actually hurt, and so I tried to pull off his cock a bit, explaining that I wanted to find the right angle to take him. Hearing my plea, Luis took his mouth off mine, looking surprised. “Shut up!”, he hissed, forcing his right hand over my mouth as he leaned down to kiss and bite the left side of my neck, positioning his legs to keep me pinned to the bed and drive deep his 9” inside me, no stopping, no slowing, no mercy. His body rubbed against mine, his hips slammed hard into mine, and his balls slapped furiously against my hole. Luis was a man desperate to fuck this morning; relief would only come though intense orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his back, clenching my teeth and submitting to his aggression. True to form, his man-rape didn’t last long, and I hear Luis start to breathe hard and moan. “Fucking knock you up”, he yelled loudly, as he bit down on my neck and bucked and throbbed inside me. I could feel the rush of Luis’ seed spraying my hole, warm and wet, mixing with my own cum and creating a juicy wet sound as he continued to fuck me, driven to plant the remainder of his load where it belonged. “Shit”, he panted, bringing his face to nuzzle against the side of my neck as his body stilled and he drained himself inside me. “Oh, I man I needed that”. Luis pulled out and laid beside me, not saying anything, and just enjoying his post-fuck come down. At some point, he drifted off into a heavy sleep, snoring a little. I pulled the sheets over Luis to keep him warm. His load was already leaking from my hole onto the sheets, but I laid there, enjoying the warm sticky feeling. Soon enough, I feel out too, relaxed and enjoying the body heat from the hot Mexican guy snuggled next to me.

Then, I woke slightly, noticing that it was almost Noon. I was laying on my side, facing the alarm clock. Luis was now up, too. His body was sandwiched against mine, his cock stiffened again, nestled and sliding between my wet legs. Luis kissed my back gently as his cock slid and jabbed, searching for the entrance to my still-sloppy hole. Pulling back, the tip of his cock brushed against my cumhole. Bingo! Luis drove his cockhead inside me, moaning as he pushed the rest of his fleshy shaft into my cum-soaked hole. “Fuck yes”, he moaned as he continued to kiss my back and lube his cock inside me at the same time. It dawned on me that I was supposed to meet my study group for Macroeconomics at Noon, but decided to bag it. No way was I gonna interrupt the hot bareback fuck in progress.

Luis pulled out and put me back into the missionary position again, pulling my legs up over my shoulders. He looked more relaxed now, less frantic. “Tell me about how you started letting guys fuck you bareback and blow inside you, cutie”, he grinned as he pumped me slowly, leaning down to kiss me once. I told him about my high school sex with Justin, that I took hundreds of his loads in his office at the gym, in his car, in his house, and one weekend, in my parents’ bed, when they were away. “That’s fucking hot, man; being bred in the bed that your parents conceived you in. Did Justin share you with other guys?” Hardly; Justin was pretty closeted; the idea of group sex wasn’t in his mindset. “Too bad man, I would have loved to have known you back then. I would have let you get used to taking my load, then brought other men to you and taught you to please them and drain them with that amazing hole. You would have brought such pleasure to the cum-filled chavos I grew up with in Guadalajara. Us latinos hate condoms, you know. Even now, I'd love to take you to Mexico and let my friends have a turn inside you.”

Luis leaned forward, pulling my lower back off the bed, and locking my legs over his shoulders, pumping more deliberately now. “I couldn’t imagine fucking with a condom anymore. I want to feel a guy’s warm hole on my bare cock when I fuck him – it’s the way men are meant to fuck.” Luis told me he’d been fucking guys since he was 23; before then, he’d dated women. “I love finding a cute bottom guy like you who lets me fuck him naturally. I appreciate a guy who submits to the cock of men like me. A man’s biological role is to spread his seed as widely as he can. I used to date woman on the pill so I didn’t have to use condoms. I’d fuck them, and all I fantasized about was knocking them up with my baby batter. I look at you, with your cute face, and I want knock you up and make you carry my kid. You’re supposed to spread your seed, too, but instead, you raise your legs and let another man bury his bone inside you and blow his baby batter up your ass. It’s so hot that you submit yourself to my cock and let me knock you up. Tell me how much you want my baby batter, Brandon. Beg for it.”

By then, it was 1:30pm and I was rock hard myself, legs raised and getting off on Luis' hard pounding. Luis’ breath started to deepen again and I could tell he was getting close. My thoughts swimming with his sexy words, I closed my eyes, clinging to his back, and begged for what was coming. “Blow it inside me, Luis. Make me submit and spread your seed inside me. Do what a man is meant to do and bury your baby-batter in my guts.” Luis was breathing hard now; I prepared myself to be inseminated. I leaned up close to his ear, ready to bring him home, “Knock me up and make me carry your kid. Breed me.” Luis spilled his seed inside me, forcefully, coaxed by my words as much as my wet hungry hole. He drove deep inside me, again and again, lost in his fantasy of impregnating me, until his balls were empty. I enjoyed the metaphor of impregnation – physically impossible, of course, but I understood it, and wanted it. And for the remainder of the afternoon, I submitted to it and got pumped full of hot Mexican baby-batter.

Brandon Whored Out, take two

On a gray Saturday afternoon before Obama-mania began in D.C., Andrés called in his favor. I’d just come back from the campus bookstore to catch him on my doorstep. He was early. “C’mon, man, it’s cold!”

I sat Andrés down on the sofa with a hot chocolate as I got unbundled and stacked this semester’s national debt on the dining room table. Andrés looked a little impatient. I headed to the bedroom to pull off my sweater, and he followed me, blocking my exit. “It’s been two fucking weeks man, I need a deep dose of cumhole therapy”. He sat down on my bed, raised his eyebrows at me, and commanded, “Take my clothes off”. Laughing, I knelt before him, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling off his shoes and socks, and unzipping his pants. Reduced to his CK briefs, he was indeed happy to see me again. His boner literally pushed its way out of his undershorts. I learned down and, good naturedly, kissed his cock. “Happy New Year”, I teased it. It kissed me back, streaking a big wad of pre-cum on my cheek.

I stripped down and Andrés’ hands made their way over my torso, my pecs, and my ass. He pushed me down on my back and put my legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide and high. “You have beautiful feet”, he admired, and then his cock approached my cumhole like a heat-seeking missile. Andrés was leaking precum so badly that he pushed in with only a little resistance. After a mostly dry spell over the holidays, it felt so fucking awesome to have bare cock buried deep inside me again. As his balls hit my hole, I exhaled, and blurted out, “Oh god, fucking fill me.” Andrés pushed my legs all the way forward and leaned his body weight on top of me, pinning me in place for his trademark pounding. I let go and began to milk him as he hammered me.

Andrés pulled out and put me on all fours, and then entered me from behind, doggy-style, arching his body so he could drill. After a minute, he pulled out again, yanked the blindfold from my dresser, where it hadn’t moved in a month, and said, “Go ahead - put it on”. I hesitated a minute, but Andrés placed it over my face, adjusting the strap in the back. As he pushed his cock back into my now-slick hole, Andrés leaned forward and brought his mouth to my ear, saying, “Just concentrate on your need to be fucked, without all the visual cues”. Andrés pumped into me over and over, and now blindfolded, I resumed the loose-tight milking with my bare hole, eager to feel his sperm leaking from me again. After a minute, the doorbell rang. Andrés pulled out, slapped my ass, and teased, “Showtime! Remember, just stay in your position and keep the blindfold on until I return”. He quickly got dressed, and shut the bedroom door behind him.

What Andrés meant was that he offered to let a friend of his fuck me while I was blindfolded. His friend, who Andrés refused to name, is some handsome minor local television celebrity who wanted the chance to bareback and breed a college jock in complete anonymity, in a hookup that didn’t compromise his identity or community standing. Since I don’t watch TV ever, the inevitable guessing game was a complete wash to me. Andrés connected with this guy in DC’s social scene a few months back, and after sending this guy my photos, finally talked me into it over holiday break, after swearing this guy wasn’t a psycho or out to harm me. “Besides, even though this dude is hot, he wouldn’t get the chance to blow inside a hole as hot as yours without my assurance of privacy, anyway.” I gave in, not sure whether to take it as a snarky compliment, or to rethink whether I really wanted to be blindfolded and whored out as a favor to Andrés.

Too late now. From my bedroom, I could hear voices in low murmur in the living room after a minute, footsteps leading to my bedroom. The bedroom door opened, and the talking stopped momentarily. “You like?”, I heard Andrés ask. “Mmm Hmmm” came an enthusiastic, if wordless reply. “He’s the most cum-hungry little kid I’ve ever met. Been a couple weeks for him. Pump your load deep; you can’t bury your load deep enough inside him. Have fun, man.” Andrés walked over to me, put his mouth next to my ear again, and said, “Milk my friend the way you milk me, okay? Make him really explode inside you.” He kissed me on the cheek and then walked out, pulling the door shut behind him.

The friend sat down on the edge of the bed and began to pull off his clothes, not in a particular hurry. Shoes untying and then dropping to the floor. The fabric of socks being pulled off. A shirt being pulled overhead and tossed near my chair. A heavy belt buckle coming undone and then legs being pulled out of trousers. The friend turned towards me and I felt a tongue on my asscheeks, then along my lower back, and back down to my hole. He knelt on the bed behind me and buried his face in my hole, darting and licking and digging deeper inside, making my hole even wetter. He knew what he was doing; after a couple minutes I stopped thinking about the weirdness of being blindfolded, and concentrated on being fucked again. Fucked hard. The friend stood up and I heard the unmistakable sound of briefs being pulled down. Sure enough, he was kneeling behind me again, driving his tongue inside my hole as his stiff cock bounced against the back of my thigh. Pulling back, he blew softly into my hole and then drove his tongue back inside, grabbing his cock with one hand and beginning to jack it. He pulled himself up a bit and lined his cock at the entrance to my hole. I pushed back a little and slid my hole onto his cock an inch or two. Needing no further encouragement, he pushed all the way inside, gently, moaning as drove deeper and hit bottom. He froze for a minute, staying in place, as he leaned down and kissed my back, putting his arms around my torso. This was turning out to be a more sensual fuck than I’d envisioned.

Holding my torso in place and keeping his body lodged against mine, the friend began to drive harder inside me. I began to milk him, loosing and tightening my hole as he pumped. He moaned in response, and then stood on the balls of his feet for better leverage to drive his cock inside me, almost caressing me and he drove himself ever deeper inside. He fucked more intensely. I milked his wet cock in a steady rhythm. He moaned softly and fucked deeper. Without talking, we developed our own body language. I knew what he needed, instinctively. He knew what I needed. Our biological drive replaced words and visual cues. I didn’t have a clue who this guy was; maybe I knew him or had run into him before. I was letting a complete stranger bareback me, but his body language and sensual nature put me at ease. I wanted him to cum inside me, and communicated it by milking him more intensely. It was working; he was close. “Mmmm Mmmm Mmmmmm”. I milked him over and over; loose-tight, loose-tight. He learned forward, kissed my back, rested his head against my shoulders, and shot inside me. “Fuck!” – finally, a word out of him. He drove deep and shot hard inside me – we could both hear his sperm spraying inside my hole. Another stream. And another stream. And another. He made a sound that was almost a whimper, and buried himself one more time inside me, balls deep, and held me tight to regain his balance. I held still until he pulled back a bit, kissed my back one more time, and pulled his cock out of my hole. I could feel a stream of cum leaking down onto the bedspread in large drops. The friend sat down, grabbing his trousers, and whistled for a moment. Slowly he pulled his clothes back on, stood up, kissed my back, and opened the bedroom door. And then he was gone.

True to my word, I held the position for a few more minutes, and the bedroom door opened again. “I think you blew him away with your hole”, Andrés laughed. I went to pull the blindfold off, but Andrés blocked my arm. “Leave it on, man; get used to it a little,” he protested. Positioning himself behind me, he chucked to himself, “Goddamn, how much cum did he unload inside you, exactly? What a sloppy, sexy mess.” Andrés leaned forward and licked his friend’s cum leaking from my hole. “He really bred you like a bitch”. Andrés leaned forward and his cock slipped back inside me, his friend’s cum coating his Andrés cock inside my hole. “My turn, Brandon”. His turn was a rough, visceral fuck. Still blindfolded, I could sense in Andrés body movements that he needed to pound my hole and unload in it, badly. He fucked hard, I guess the way you fuck a guy that your friend has just finished using. He pulled my hair and grabbed my shoulders, almost like a dog humping another dog. I didn’t need to milk Andrés; he fucked me aggressively, ready to force his load in my hole whether I wanted it or not. Oh, but I did; desperately. I didn’t need the visual cues to be turned on by what was happening.

Even blindfolded, I found all the important ways to communicate with Andrés – his hands, pinning me in place, told me to submit to his body and his cock. His cock pumping my hole, furiously, told me that my body was bringing him intense pleasure. His load, finally erupting in my hole like a garden hose, just proved the point. The bedspread, now trashed and put in the trash dumpster that evening, told me I’d been doing my share of getting bred like a bitch since meeting Andrés. No complaints, mind you.

Brandon Whored Out, take one

Parked in front of my Apple, I lingered over email and websites – mostly to warm up. But I was finally sitting down, back in my warm hotel room in a cold New York City at the end of December, just before New Years Eve. Mom surprised me as a holiday gift with tickets to ‘Billy Elliott’ and a couple jazz concerts I’d been hoping to catch. She even gave handed over her glass of Pinot Noir at lunch, when the waiter wasn’t looking. All in all, a good day. I’d have been happy to pass out at 8:30pm, until an invite landed in my email box:

“You be interested in putting that hot mouth to work and sucking off a hot Brazilian guy in town for a photo shoot? We’re not far from you.”

The attached profile and photo didn’t look particularly Brazilian, although handsome enough. It took a minute to sort out that I was conversing with the Brazilian’s professional agent, a New Yorker who was also playing personal concierge that night for the Carioca. Demurring, I suggested that I’m willing to entertain direct offers from interested guys – and besides, this guy was being awfully circumspect about his friend. A second message explained that Paulo, the Brazilian, knew very little English, found me to be very cute, and wasn’t confident approaching me himself. My correspondent finally surrendered a bare-chested photo of Paulo, suggesting that if I wanted to enjoy blowing a hot guy with a big cock and a huge 2-week load, I might reconsider walking the 4 blocks from my hotel on Union Square to their hotel in Gramercy Park. It seemed a little weird, but I took the bait – you can always extricate yourself out of these situations, in the worst case.

Meeting me in the lobby of the Gramercy Park, Jon the agent, offered up a little more detail. Paulo was horny beyond belief, but didn’t consider himself to be gay (it’s a Latin thing, apparently). He just wanted to get his cock sucked; as long as nothing else happened, I wouldn’t challenge his machismo. Jon had offered to blow Paulo, but got turned down. Jon also expected discretion from me regarding the encounter (not knowing I blog, of course). With such a build-up, you’d think I was going to see the fucking Wizard of Oz.

Jon opened the door to Paulo’s room, and Paulo jumped up from the hotel sofa where he was watching TV and walked over to greet me – bare chest, lean muscle build, jeans unsnapped at the top, and barefoot. Yep, Paulo was a model, all right. Brown hair and eyes, maybe 25 yo, a Euro-Brazilian mix, smooth, and classically Romanesque handsome – I had no idea if this guy was famous or not. I stammered out a couple lines from my last Portuguese class: “Olá!, boa noite, eu sou Brandon.” He laughed, and extended his hand. “Paulo”. I said the only other thing I could remember, “Muito praser”. Paulo laughed again. Jon, sensing a match, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Thanks for helping me out. Give my boy what he needs,” and left.

Paulo offered me a bottle of water from the minibar, took one himself, and then settled back down on the couch, reclining along the length of the sofa and forcing me to sit at the other end. Both of us cognizant of the language barrier, Paulo grinned as he swung his legs to the floor and motioned for me to kneel between them. He ran his hands through my hair, unbuttoned my dress shirt and pulled it off of me. Paulo lowered the zipper on his jeans, never taking his eyes off me, then laid back and allowed his boner to rise from his pants, the oversized head glistening and poking up through its foreskin and pointing up at me like a snake ready to strike. I leaned forward and kissed his chest, licking along the sides of his torso in circular motions, lowering my head towards a rock hard 8” that seemed to strain to reach my lips. I ran my tongue along the base of his shaft in figure eights, back and forth, pulling my head up along the length of his cock and eliciting a soft, quiet moan. My tongue reached the tip of his cock as my lips covered his cock head in warm saliva, and I lowered my head again, letting his cock fill my mouth and press against the back of my throat. I pulled my head left to right in circular motions, my warm wet mouth consuming all of his manhood in a tight wet vacuum. Paulo pulled back, stood up, and shucked his jeans. I looked up at him, now completely naked and beautiful. Paulo stepped forward, grabbed my head and pushed himself back into my mouth, not stopping even after he felt his cock jabbing at my tonsils. After a few minutes, he sank back into the sofa again, wanting to be serviced.

Maybe it was the after-effects of the wine, or Paulo’s handsome physique, or just that I hadn’t had sex in two weeks myself, but I lost myself in giving Paulo the best head he ever had: tight suction, long steady strokes in and out of my mouth, continual sprays of saliva, licking inside his foreskin. Paulo’s body moved and shifted as I sucked him, his moans bordered on cries, and his eyes took on a glassy look as I looked up at him. Paulo was enjoying it, too. Sucking cock is typically foreplay on the way to fucking for me, but tonight it was the way Paulo and I connected, his cock and my throat. We had developed such a consistent rhythm that I was surprised when Paulo suddenly exploded in my mouth without warning, shooting thick ropes of salty sperm that doused my tonsils, and tongue, and teeth. I kept sucking through 6 to 7 jet streams as he unloaded forcefully, forcing me to swallow twice before he was done. Paulo’s moans subsided and the last splash of sperm hit the back of throat and leaked down, directly into my stomach. I stopped sucking, but kept my mouth on Paulo’s cock to wind him down.

After a minute, I let Paulo’s cock slide out of my mouth, but it never softened. I kissed his inner thighs, ready to pull myself off of him. After a minute, he used his thumb to push himself back in my mouth, saying, “More”. I took his cock back down my throat slowly, and Paulo moaned softly as I began his second blowjob. Slower at first, but our rhythm increased and we were once again back in the same wave of wet sucking of a stiff cock aching to burst. I wanted to please Paulo, and prostrated myself in front of him, hungry to milk the remaining contents of his ballsac down my throat and into my stomach. We kept on for another 30 minutes nonstop, until my lips were raw, and until he’d unloaded in my throat twice more, completely emptying himself in my mouth. Paulo held my head against his torso until he caught his breath again.

Then he stood up, looked at the alarm clock, and said, “Bed”. That was my queue to get dressed and show myself out. I finished my water and pulled on my jacket. Paulo stood in front of me for a minute, looking groggy. “Obrigado”, I offered. Laughing again, he took his hands and ran them through my hair, and patted me on the cheeks. “Muito praser”, he teased, kissed me on the forehead, and opened the door to show me out.