Lights, please?

"And the angel said unto them, 'Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host saying, 'On earth peace, good will toward men...'"

Whatever faith or creed you do or don't hold, the year-end holidays are a good time to take stock of your relationships, your hopes and dreams, and your responsibility to others and to mankind. Be the first to reach out and mend a strained friendship. Be generous with others who have no reason to expect it. Find or reclaim the goodness in yourself and others. Let go of old baggage and be a kid again. Happy Holidays, all. xxoo. Brandon

Full of liquids and gels, at the airport

“Ho, ho, ho, little boy! Merry Christmas! Have you been a good boy or a bad boy this year?” Standing at my doorway were two tall men in full Santa suits, with a third guy, no taller than 5’3”, dressed as an Elf. WTF? It was fucking freezing outside and I had to catch a plane home that night, but Santa’s voice sounded familiar. “Oh, Santa, I’ve been very good this year. I made the Dean’s List and tutored 5th graders in math. That good enough?” I decided to play along. “Oh, come now…don’t bullshit Santa! He knows you’ve been very naughty”, the second Santa shot back. That voice I recognized – it was Rafi and Andrés, dressed up and surprising me with a pre-flight visit. Cute! “Well, truth be told, Santa, I was just a little bit slutty this year. I hope that doesn’t jeopardize my wish list?” Santa Andrés leered at me, “Far from it, little Brandon, we’ve been saving up some Christmas cum to fill that slutty little stocking with! But first, Hermie the Elf here is going to use his big tool to check out your dental work.” He laughed as he said it, hearing how corny it sounded. And then we all laughed. I pulled back the front door to let them all in, chuckling and even a little touched that someone would dress up to come see me.

Warming up in my living room, Rafi and Andrés each kissed me on the cheek. Then, Rafi introduced me to the Elf. “This is Luis. We call him Luis the Mexican luber. Huge cock. Loves to fuck. Premature cummer. Huge loads.” Luis smiled at me, and reached up to kiss me on the cheek, offering, “Merry Christmas, cutie.” Andrés sat down to take off his shiny black boots, and taunted me, “Luis, take Brandon back to his bedroom and get him lubed up with your special sauce.” Not needed any further prompting, Luis grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall to my bedroom, as Rafi and Andrés stripped out of their suits in the front room. Luis sat me down on my bed, kneeling in front of me to pull off my shoes and socks, my shirt and then my pants. Fixing his eyes on mine as he pulled off his Elf costume, Luis admitted that Rafi had shared the details of his last visit at my place with a few of their friends, and Luis had asked for a turn inside me. “I’ve wanted to breed you for two weeks, man, since I heard about you, but I hear you’ve been a busy boy with your studies”, he grinned.

Stepping out of his red briefs, Luis was a shock. His little body, a toned and dark 5’3”, sported a 9” thick cock that was leaking precum so much that it glistened around his cockhead and shaft. How could that be possible? Luis would be nearly as tall lying down as standing up. No doubt, he recognized the shock on my face as a common reaction, shrugging and smiling. Luis knelt on the bed, leaned down and kissed me, then moved down to kiss my neck, then my shoulders, then my chest, and then my stomach. He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders as he teased my belly-button with his tongue, starting to tug at my boxer briefs. Luis’ tongue slithered to my sides, tickling me and making me laugh as he pulled my briefs off my torso, past my knees, and tossed them to the floor. His mouth wandered back and forth over my stomach and crotch as his cock danced around the entrance to my hole, smearing it with precum.

I heard Andrés and Rafi coming down the hall, until they stood in the doorway to the bedroom, now completely naked and naked, watching us. “Lube him up, Luis”, Rafi demanded, in a sexy husky voice. “I want his hole to be sloppy when I fuck it this time. You’re the man for the job.” Luis looked down at me, kissed me on the cheek, and I nodded. Luis pushed his cock inside a couple inches, stopping, and then a couple inches more, his precum easing his entry. His placed my feet flat onto his pecs and pushed all the way inside, closing his eyes and gasping. “Dude, I only last maybe two minutes when I fuck bare, maybe less in a hot hole like yours”, Luis offered, sheepishly. “That’s why we call him the luber”, Andrés teased. I smiled at Luis, looking him in the eyes, and said, “Well drive your cock deep and hard in my bare hole, fuck the daylights outta me, and make the most of your two minutes, dude.” Not a particularly smart thing to say with a little dude sporting a billy-club, but what the hell. Luis pulled back, then slammed into me, and again, his balls slapping against my ass. Luis closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and grabbed my thighs to lock me in place. Then he began to pound, his thrusts echoing though the bedroom. Luis was hung to the point where it hurt my insides when he drove his cock all the way inside, but I clenched my own teeth and took it. Within a minute, Luis was pile driving inside me rapidly, his entire body tensed, and then, “Motherfucker!” The four of us actually heard Luis squirt hard inside my hole, and he almost lost his balance. “That’s it, Luis, get him nice and wet”, Rafi moaned as he stroked his cock, moving closer to take his position. I held onto Luis for a few seconds to steady him, and he came back down to Earth, with a glazed look in his eye. Luis’ cock slowly softened, and he leaned down to kiss me as he called out to Rafi and Andrés, “He's ready to be fucked now…this hole is swimming in my juice!” Luis pulled out and a stream of cum ran out of my hole, making a wet spot on my bedspread.

Luis stood back as Rafi knelt on the bed and guided his cock inside me in one push, eager to enjoy a warm, just-filled hole. “Nice job, Luis”, Rafi grunted and looked down at me, still addressing Luis, “this is the cum-filled cunt I wanted to fuck”. My legs were over Rafi’s shoulders, leading to a noisy fuck and Rafi’s cock splashed with Luis’ sperm. Rafi massaged my legs as he fucked. Andrés swung me around until my head was at the edge of the bed and slid his cock in my mouth, his pungent crotch filling my nostrils until he pumped his cock all the way to my tonsils. “You made us wait for a week while you studied, and now we’re making up for lost time, sexy”, Andrés mocked. “Momma’s gonna pick up her little boy tonight in Chicago and he’ll be full of Latin cum. We’re gonna pump you so full of Latin DNA, you’ll be speaking Spanish!” Andrés cock stiffened in my mouth as he heard Rafi moaning, and I felt Rafi exploding inside my ass, bellowing, “Me vuelves loco!” Rafi held still for a minute, letting his load drain inside my hole, then motioned to Andrés. Andrés pulled his cock out of my mouth switched places with Rafi, sliding in my now-sloppy hole. “Hot slutty hole”, Andrés mumbled, pushing inside me easily.

Rafi pushed his semi-hard cock in my mouth. Rafi’s 7” incher was perfectly shaped for sucking – big head, even shaft, tasty skin. I remembered that from last time. He pushed inside my throat, I licked his cum, and Luis’, off his cock as he face fucked me. Luis knelt beside me and licked my stomach again and began to suck my cock. Rafi and Andrés both moaned softly, as they drove their cocks inside me, treating me like a slutty lazy-susan. I moaned as Luis began to suck my cock deeply, bring me closer to cumming. My bedroom smelled like sex and cum, and the four of us were happily lost in our respective pleasures, bareback fucking and sucking with a collective goal to plant a gallon of Latin sperm inside my hungry body. Andrés started to moan, in sync with my approaching orgasm, and he shot his load inside me, as I filled Luis’ mouth with a week’s worth of cum. Andrés slumped for a minute, and then pulled out.

Rafi pulled out of my throat and headed for my cumhole, but Luis blocked him. Moving around to my hole, Luis puckered his lips at the entrance to my hole and spit a mouthful of my own cum back into my hole, breeding me with my own DNA, and making a huge mess. This made Rafi stiff and he immediately shoved his cock back into my hole to enjoy the new cum coating. The wet sticky sound of my hole being fucked drove Rafi crazy, and he fucked me without mercy. I noticed that after I’m already filled with cum, guys fuck me rougher – like a cheap whore. Rafi drove deeper and closed his eyes, enjoying the wet, sticky sensation. I stopped worrying about the bedspread, which was now toast, and just enjoyed the carnal reverie of being the gangbang gringo cumbitch. Rafi slammed hard inside me, and buried another load in my ass.

Dressing afterwards, the three of them offered to ride me to Dulles. I pulled my suitcase together as Andrés noticed the as-yet-unused blindfold that I’d picked up at Leather Rack, sitting on my dresser. Andrés held it up for Rafi and Luis to see. “What’s this?” Andrés teased. “I bet we can make very good use of this when you fly home!”

We piled into Rafi’s Range Rover on our way to the airport, Rafi and Andrés in the front and Luis and I in the back. We all talked about our upcoming family holiday plans. Putting his arm around me, Luis called up to the front seat, “This boy makes me way hard. I definitely want to fuck him again.” Andrés looked back at the two of us and smiled, “Fuck him now, then – Dulles is 20 minutes away.” I laughed it off but Luis began pulling off his coat – he was serious. I glanced at the rear-tinted windows in the back as Luis tugged at my jacket and sweater. “You have time to take one more load, cutie.” It was still warming up in the car, but I’d always wanted to be fucked in a backseat of a moving car. So I stripped down, spread my legs, and let Luis balance himself between them on the backseat. “Make it quick, man”, Rafi teased, as he drove, glancing back in the mirror to catch the action. Luis forced his monster cock inside me with no resistance this time – I was too wet.

Andrés rested his head on the back of his car seat, looking back and enjoying the show. Cars drove by us, not seeing me naked and on my back in the back seat, one leg draped over the back of my seat and my other foot placed flat against the tinted rear window. Luis grabbed the back of Rafi’s driver seat to hold himself steady, thrusting inside me furtively. Andrés, watching intently, egged him on, “Bareback that college boy jock hole, Luis. Fuck him hard and plant your mexicum in that that slutty hole. Knock him up.” Luis loved the porno soundtrack and soon enough, this entire body clenched up again and we heard another loud squirt of cum splashing inside me. “Fucking sweet”, Rafi murmured approvingly, pulling into the Dulles departures lane for United.

I found my underwear and shirt and got dressed quickly. Luis opted to remain naked in the backseat, just watching me. My winter coat, underneath us during our backseat fuck, was now streaked with Luis’ cum. Oh well. I pulled my laptop bag from the back and Andrés turned around in the front seat, holding out a small gift-wrapped box. “Merry Christmas, handsome.” I kissed him on the cheek, put the gift in my laptop bag, and said goodbye to the three of them. Maybe I’d been reading Andrés wrong. But he didn’t need to buy anything for me. I already had the perfect present – the sperm of three handsome Latin men swimming and mixing together inside my hole, engaged in primal, biological competition to mark my hole as theirs and knock me up. Merry Christmas, indeed.

My USO Tour

“Hey cutie, wanna ride a Marine today?” Scruntizing the photo attached to the IM, the dude did look military-ish, although in DC that’s not distinctive. I looked closer at the “Semper Fi” tattoo in the photo. And then placed his location on Google maps: Triangle, Virginia. Yikes! It was a good 90 minute drive from me. I admitted to him that I didn’t own a car.

“Fuck, dude. Been laid up here for a month in recovery since my last tour of duty. I haven’t been able to cum in a hole for more than a year now. Can’t you figure out a way to get down here and take a load from a man who defends your country?” Bart was a 22-year old who’d returned home from Fallujah with a wounded leg. Originally from Mississippi, he’d unlikely make it home for the holidays, given his limited mobility. Bart wasn't finding any action close to base – surprising, given all the sex stories you read. I found my empathy tugging at me. Finals were over and I had the day to myself, so I rented a ZipCar and embarked on my own little USO tour.

Bart met me at the front door, in a bathrobe and visibly struggling with his crutches. His entire right leg was in a cast up to his mid-thigh. I helped him back to his bed and took my coat off. I looked around and realized I'd left DC in more ways than one. Clearly, he hadn’t cleaned the place in a while and the apartment reminded me of the smoking lounge at Dulles Airport. Bart’s buzzcut, muscular frame and brown puppy dog eyes were a welcome diversion from the second hand smoke snaking into my lungs.

Sensing I’d warmed up from a cold drive, Bart pulled the tie off his bathrobe, grinning at me as he revealed a still-taut body and a raging 8” hard-on. “Look at the big cock I have for you to ride”, his teased in a heavy southern accent. “Watch the cast though, it still hurts”, Bart warned. I pulled my sweater off and unzipped my pants, then lowered my boxer briefs in a slow tease. “Let me see that ass”, Bart barked as he grabbed his cock. I turned around and he growled approvingly. “Get on the bed on all fours and bend over so I can see that hole.” Spread-eagle, I spread my legs and pressed my chest to his bed, offering a deep view into my hole. “Fuck dude, I wanna blow my load in that.”

I turned around and crawled between his legs and hungrily took his cock in my mouth. “Don’t! You’re gonna make me cum when I really want to unload in your ass.” I let Bart’s stiff boner slide out of my mouth and surveyed my approach to ride him. His cast was too far up to ride as I normally would; I’d hurt him. I opted to squat over his torso, let his cockhead find my hole and push gradually until his shaft parted the ring of my hole and then my bare tunnel. I lowered myself gradually down onto his cock until I felt the hair of his crotch, stopping just short of full contact with his balls. Controlling the motion with my thighs, I milked him without resting my weight on him. I’d just found a secondary benefit to all those squats and deadlifts at the gym. “Motherfucker, this is just what I needed”, my marine moaned in appreciation. I smiled at him as I raised myself up and down on his shaft. Bart’s baby face placed him somewhere younger than 22, but his gaze struck me as a little haunted. “I’ve been a good boy all though finals, and now I want you to explode inside me and fill me”, I teased, now mastering my squat-milking movements. Bart placed his hands on my torso, and sighed loudly. “Don’t stop, just keep moving up and down on my cock, just like that. I’m so fucking close”. Bart’s grip on my torso tightened and his breath grew sharper. “Fuck! You want my load? Well, fucking take it like a man!” I felt three hard squirts tickle my insides and Bart’s eyes rolled back, his body tensing. I kept a steady rhythm, then slowed down to give me legs a rest. I pulled my hole off his cock only to watch my hole immediately begin dripping sperm onto his stomach, in large splashes. Bart looked down at his stomach, then back up at me, satisfied. “Looks like I creampied you good, just like I used to do with my girlfriend”, he grinned. “Lick it off my stomach man, show me how much you love cum”. I leaned down and ran my tongue over his sperm, the sperm he shot into my hole, but that my hole couldn’t hold onto. I licked it into my mouth and then swallowed the last bit of it, slowly. Bart was still rock hard, so I asked him if he wanted me to ride him for another load. “Fuuuucccck yes”, he drawled. I resumed my position after a minute of rest, and rode Bart again, in the exact same position. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep going with that type of sexercise, though I’d never milked a man as easily as I milked Bart. I rode him for another five minutes, until he blasted another big load inside me. And then a third time, where he filled me after only 10 minutes. The scent of our bareback breeding filled his room, even more pungent than his cigarettes. Bart kept playing with my nipples to keep me hard, I was determined to ride him relentlessly, up and down, over and over, until he’d emptied himself inside me and I had my fill of sticky man-spunk. “If you were a woman, you’d be pregnant by now”, Bart teased.

We chatted a little as I washed up at his place. Trodding carefully though his dirty bathroom, I asked Bart who looked in on him and cleaned up for him. “I do ok by myself”. I told him he could use a little help, and spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning his place, running his clothes and towels though the laundry, and making a quick trip to the Food Lion to counter all the pizza boxes stacked in his kitchen. It wasn’t perfect, but clean and tidier. “You’d make a good little housewife. Why do you have to live so far away in DC?”, Bart grinned at me, gratefully. “I worked up another load to pump into that sweet little hole of yours – pull your clothes off and milk it out of me”. My legs were sore by now, but I wanted Bart to fill me one last time. I squatted over Bart and his cock easily found my sloppy hole, still coated with his prior ejaculations. His cock sank quickly inside me, and I rode like my life depended on it. My thighs were cramping a little, but I rode him steady, fucking myself on his cock, nice and easy. I closed my eyes and milked Bart like a machine, until I felt the blast of hot cum I needed inside me. Hot marine DNA to keep me warm. “Goddamn, you know how to milk a guy”, Bart whispered as his last streams of cum raced inside me.

Bart was groggy as I dressed and let myself out. He’d have a clean house, clean clothes and enough food to make it through the New Year. I fantasized for a few minutes on the drive back up I-95, about the life of a military man-wife, doing housework and his laundry, as his sperm leaked into my pants. In an alternative life, I’d be a good little housewife: barefoot, barebacked, and bred. A perfect daily rountine.

Anonymous Interview

Taking a break between studying for final exams, I spent a few minutes cleaning out my email box, which after a couple days was chock full of very gracious offers to inherit a large sum of money from a widow in Nigeria. And then I found another email from my mysterious admirer:

AsianBoyBreeder: Dude, I keep jacking off to your profile and obsessing over an anonymous, late night fuck at your place! Seriously fucking hot! Did you do what I asked you to do, and buy a blindfold? C’mon man, you said you were turned on to the idea! Not as turned on as I am, thinking about blowing my massive load up your ass while you’re blindfolded and sleeping. I am totally serious. Let’s plan it now.

I wrote back and admitted that yeah, I had thought about it, but no, I hadn’t bought a blindfold yet. Within 15 minutes, he replied and told me to take a break from school later that afternoon, head over to the Leather Rack in Dupont Circle, where a blindfold would be already paid for and being held for me. But there was a catch:

AsianBoyBreeder: When you get the blindfold, I want you to cross the street and head over to the Starbucks on the other side of Connecticut. Just relax and have a cup of coffee for an hour, starting at 6pm. I want to get a good look at the hole I’ll be blowing in. Just tell me what you’ll be wearing.

BrandonG: I can buy my own blindfold. So, what will you be wearing?

AsianBoyBreeder: Well, we won’t actually be meeting. Just sit there and drink your coffee. Don’t make it obvious that you’re looking for someone. I’m not going to approach you or harm you. But trust me, I’ll be checking you out. I just ask for one hour. And you’ll get a free blindfold out of it. Maybe even a hot blindfolded fuck ;-)

Reading over the exchange, I personally found the idea of being put through a test to be irritating. But after a week of non-stop studying and no sex, I needed to get out of my townhouse. Even still, I was thinking with my cum-hungry hole and not my head.

Scanning up and down the shelves at the Leather Rack, I smirked at all of the expensive items a guy can buy to spruce up his sex life - leather clothes, toys, harnesses, masks, lubes, porn magazines, condoms (oops, won’t need those). The young hottie sales clerk, in a tone that suggested I might have walked into the wrong store, looked me up and down as he asked if he could help me. “I think there might be a blindfold being put aside for me?” His eyes narrowed and his smile broadened a bit, in recognition. “Oh….of course”. I followed him to the counter, gave him my name, and he pulled out a leather blindfold and dropped it into the bag. “Already paid for”, he shrugged, and held out the bag. I asked if he knew who purchased it. “Nah. It was here when I came in at 4.”

Dodging traffic across Connecticut Avenue at a couple minutes past 6:00, I pushed my way into the Starbucks and ordered a hot chai tea. (I hate the taste of coffee.) Scanning the store, I looked for a guy who fit the limited description I had – late 30s, Asian, in-shape. Of course, the cafe was mobbed, noisy and bustling with all sorts of folk. I grabbed one of the last free tables and settled down, shucking off my jacket. As a tease, I put on my tight Juicy jeans and a form fitting grey pullover. Since I’d be there an hour, I pulled a Macroeconomics textbook and a couple magazines out of my bookbag. It was only then that a headline on the copy of the Economist caught my eye, “Sperm and Intelligence”. Suitable enough, it seemed, so I settled in and began reading.

Not nervous, but distracted, I stopped reading periodically to scan the room. Who is this guy? Looking table to table, I watched a young Latin couple having a fight. A mother with a toddler, rocking her stroller and praying for a break in the whining. A table of three gay men, none Asian, cruising me heavily, but not in a particularly knowing way. A gathering of business men and women, white, Asian, African-American, talking over some deal they had just won – very loudly – but paying no attention to anyone but themselves. An older white gentleman, reading the paper, looking sad and lonely, as if he were grateful to be around people – but obviously distracted when a young woman walked in. And behind me, an animated assembly of young Brazilians, maybe my age. I instantly recognized a few Portuguese words. I turned back to my article, which brought the casual reader up to date on a British study linking a man’s intelligence with his sperm quality (defined as concentration, count, and motility). I finished the article, now newly motivated to dive back into my Macroeconomics text. I looked at my watch, and my hour was up. Maybe he didn’t show up, after all. Finally, I dismissed the encounter as anti-climactic and walked back home, enjoying the clean, brisk DC air on a Friday night. Later that evening, I’d received another email:

AsianBoyBreeder: Thanks for coming out tonight, dude. You’re even cuter than your pics. And that ass…..woof. Not to mention a smart boy who reads The Economist. Pick your night, email me your address, put the blindfold on, and leave your door unlocked. I promise when you wake up the next morning, you’ll have a massive, thick load of sperm inside you and a puddle between your legs. Don’t disappoint me.

BrandonG: Were you even there tonight? I didn’t see you. This is kinda weird.

AsianBoyBreeder: You weren’t supposed to see me, duh! That’s the point. But I saw that you picked up the blindfold, so I know you’re into exploring this. Just try it once and enjoy the sensation of letting a man you don’t know and will never see use your body, fuck you and bury his load inside you. You’ll be hot and rock hard the whole time, I promise. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to enjoy a hot anonymous bareback fuck with a young jock like yourself and knock him up while he sleeps. No names, no awkward smalltalk, no questions, no talking. Just two hot men, doing what nature and biology intended, in silence. I’m SO ready. And so are you, I know it.

I have to admit, I found the idea hot – hot enough to try it once. I wrote back, saying that I’ll set it up for once finals are over. That’ll buy me a few days to decide if it’s a dumb idea or the crazy-hot fantasy that I’ve jacked off to twice already.

Cuban Porn Show

“Andrés tells me you really know to suck a man’s cock”, Rafi murmured to me in a thick Cuban accent, as he stood in front of me, stepping out of his dress pants in the middle of a slow strip tease. “Well, I want to get my cock sucked today. Think you can help me?” Rafi teased. Entranced by Rafi’s solid 5’5” frame and near-model classic looks, I nodded and licked my lips, teasing him back. Andrés had helped me undress as Rafi sat in the bedroom chair and leered at me, approvingly. Now it was my turn to kneel on my floor in front of Rafi, stripped to my boxers, as he pulled off the last of his clothes until he stood naked in front of me, a toned body, dark olive skin, and a beautiful rock hard uncut cock, maybe 7” and thick. Andrés sat back on my bed and watched me submit to his buddy, groping his cock in his pants.

Rafi stepped towards me until his cockhead pointed right at the tip of my nose. I could smell its pungent throbbing. I opened my lips to begin sucking it, but Rafi pulled away and picked up his winter jacket. “I get off on a hands-free suck job”, Rafi smiled at me, pulling a pair of silver handcuffs out of his pocket and dangling them in front of me. “You cool with sucking with no hands?” It took a few seconds to make the connection, until I looked back at Andrés, who simply nodded his head. I looked back at Rafi, and shrugged nervously. Rafi smiled and helped me up. “Kneel down in the front of the chair”, he commanded, pointing to the chair in the corner of my bedroom, facing the bed. I sank to my knees, and Rafi unlocked the cuffs, let them slide down my spine, and cuffing my hands behind my back. Making a quick mental calculation of my ability to bolt from the room if needed, I opted in to Rafi’s little adventure. He sat down in the chair in front of me, reached up to place his hands on the back of my head, and brought it down over his shaft. I opened my mouth and let myself be guided down onto his stiff uncut cock, licking and twisting my head slightly, while trying to keep my balance. Rafi moved my head in long, even strokes, down to the base of his cock and up to the head, then down again. Rafi growled approvingly and his precum streaked into my mouth as he pulled my head like a fleshlight. I heard Andrés unzip his pants and reach for his cock, on the bed.

Rafi pulled my head up and pushed me back a little, away from his cock. He stood up, and pulled my cuffed arm so that I knelt, standing up, beside the chair. He stood in front of me, his wet cock glistening with my saliva, blocking me into the corner where the chair stood. Rafi stepped towards me, and his cock slid back into my mouth again as his palms found the back of my head. Now, he held my head in place and drove his cock into my mouth in a slow rhythm, driving deeper until his cockhead punched my tonsils, again and again, like a punching bag. Unable to adjust the angle of my sucking, I did my best to relax my gag reflex and take it. Rafi moaned and stepped forward again, his legs now squeezing my shoulders together, and moved in for the kill. His cock began a violent thrusting assault on my throat, stretching past my tonsils and forcing a swallowing reflex as he buried himself until his ballsac rested on my chin. My eyes were tearing now, mostly from the vigorous jabbing of his thick cock and the lack of oxygen. Rafi was driving to his orgasm and didn’t care. From his breathing and the twitching of his cock, I knew he was close. I was waiting for the verbal cues of a man starting to cum, but they never arrived. Without warning, I felt several hot bursts of cum in my mouth, spraying the roof of my mouth, and then my tonsils, and then my tongue, and finally the back of my throat. Rafi drove himself all the way inside me, forcing me to swallow his load in one gulp. I felt his legs tremble a little as he drained the last of his sperm along the insides of my cheeks. Rafi grabbed the key, uncuffed me, and took my face in hands. “Hot little mouth. You made me cum nice and hard”.

Rafi motioned for Andrés, now naked, to get off the bed. Rafi turned back to me, lying back on my bed and spreading his legs. “Lick my cock and balls until they’re clean”. I bent over him, pulling his cock up. “No hands or I’ll cuff you again!” he barked. I bent down and licked the remaining traces of cum off his balls slowly, worshipping the sac that now coated my teeth, my tongue, and my throat. I ran my tongue along the inside of Rafi’s legs, and below his balls, just above his hole. Rafi moaned, grabbing his sticky cock, and slapping my face with it. I took his cock in my mouth slowly, cleaning it and rolling it in my mouth. Andrés enjoyed the view of me, bent over, cleaning his buddy. “He’s got such a beautiful hole, Rafi. Look at it.” As Andrés spoke to Rafi in Spanish, Rafi grew hard again in my mouth. I began to suck, but Rafi pulled out, spun around and knelt behind me, sensually blowing into my hole, licking it, and inserting his finger inside to loosen me up.

“Turn around on the bed and face Andrés”, Rafi murmured as he kissed and licked at my hole, making love to it. I twisted around on my knees, facing Andrés who was now sitting in the chair, jerking off in full mode, watching me. Rafi moved around and knelt behind me, sliding his cock between my cheeks, and then drove himself inside. “Shit”, he gasped, grabbing my torso for leverage. Andrés enjoyed the show right in front of him, watching his friend behind me, fucking me doggy-style, with only the sound of hard cock driving inside a bare hole, as the Saturday night snow sprinkled against the bedroom window. “Brandon, you’re so beautiful when you’re getting fucked; the look in your eyes”, Andrés teased. “Look at yourself.” I glanced over at the mirror on my dresser, watching myself as I kneeled and took Rafi’s pounding. Rafi raised himself up on the balls of his feet, leaned down onto my back, and began to drive his cock up into me, humping me harder, like one dog mounting another. I looked again; it was indeed beautiful. Not me, per se, but the contortions of Rafi’s face as he took pleasure being inside my bare hole.

Andrés stood up and moved towards me, sinking his cock into my mouth. Rafi barked something back to Andrés in Spanish, which startled Andrés and caused him to take a step back. (Andrés later explained that it roughly translated as “Back away from the little bitch! Let me finish with him.”) Instead, Andrés stood right in front of me, shifting his gaze back and forth from Rafi’s pumping, to my glazed look, jacking furiously. Without warning, Andrés exploded, unleashing hot violent streams of cum that splashed my across my face and arms, my hair, my bedspread, and my hardwood floor. Rafi raised himself higher, slammed his cock into me and cried out, blasting his own scalding load deep in my wet tunnel, marking my cumhole with his sperm. Rafi’s orgasm caused him to collapse on my back and his sudden weight made my knees buckle. We fell out into a pile on my bed, now sticky from Andrés’ ejaculation.

Only after sitting next to me on the bed, pulling his clothes back on, did Rafi finally lean over and kiss me, on the forehead. “Andrés wasn’t bullshitting. That was the hottest fuck I’ve had in a long time”, he grinned. “This city is filled with so-called bottoms”, he added, putting his arm around me. “But you have some special talents, young man. Talents that Andrés and I can make very good use of. We know you love cum, so let us and our friends keep you swimming in it. Would you like that?” I didn’t say anything, but my look must have told Rafi all he wanted to hear.

Tag Team Sleepover

Matt took his mouth off mine long enough to scan the room, look back at me, and laugh, “I think we’re attracting the wrong sort of attention here.” Hemmed in on the sofa between Matt and his boyfriend, Calvin, and spinning after my third long island tea, I was enjoying Melanie’s holiday party maybe a little too much. I decided to attend on Thursday night at the last minute, to hang with my friends before we disappeared into the semester’s denouement of late-night studying and finals. Not long after I’d arrived, I locked eyes with Matt briefly, a tall Asian guy huddled and chatting with my friend Rachel, and for the next half hour, I felt his stare bearing down on me as I made a round through the crowd. Finally, Matt and Calvin followed me in the kitchen as I threw more ice into my drink and introduced themselves. Stopping in D.C. for a few days on an extended vacation in the U.S., Matt and Calvin were a cute twenty-something metrosexual Asian couple from Hong Kong. Calvin let on that he used to date Melanie a couple years back, when he lived here and still thought he was “bi”. Our kitchen introductions were peppered with a heavy dose of cruising: Matt rested his hand on my shoulders as we talked, never once blinking in the heavy eye contact. Calvin mixed a second long island tea for me, this one much stronger than my first. As the kitchen grew crowded again, we moved to the sofa in the side room and talked about their visit. Flanked on either side of me, Matt and Calvin were friendly and flirty, and talking quickly segued into making out. I enjoyed the attention of two cute men who were obviously into me. The party guests walking by found this amusing, and while Calvin’s tongue found its way into my mouth, Matt stood up and looked down at me, “Come back to our hotel and have sex with us tonight.”

In the backseat of the cab from Capitol Hill to their hotel room at the Hotel Palomar, we fell back into our three-way connection. Matt put his arm around my jacket, pulling me closer to him and kissed me passionately. As we kissed, he rubbed his other hand back and forth along the inside of my leg. Calvin took my right hand and guided it to his crotch. His hand guided my palm back and forth across his hard on, a big hard lump in his linen pants. My palm was being led up and down his shaft, under his balls, and back again. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the cab driver looking back in mild surprise. Neither Matt nor Calvin seemed particularly shy or concerned about the show we were putting on.

Piling into their suite, we sat on the bed and warmed up for a minute by sucking face: Matt and I, then Calvin and I, then Matt and Calvin. Finally, Matt pulled me up by the hand and kissed me again, unbuttoning my shirt as Calvin knelt and pulled at my belt and my jeans. Matt ran his hands down my smooth chest, pulling my shirt down off my arms. Calvin yanked at my boxers, allowing Matt to rest his hands on my bare ass, his tongue driving deeper into my throat as he pulled me closer to his body heat. Matt leaned forward, pushing me down onto the bed as he followed, straddling me. Calvin climbed onto the bed too, running his hands along the sides of my chest and stroking my nipples, making them hard. Both of them were fully clothed, though they’d managed to strip me naked and underneath them on bed. Finally, Matt rolled over, on top of me, as Calvin stripped down, his smooth tan body bulked up from working out. As Calvin stepped out of his briefs, his boner sprung straight out, pointing full mast right at me. Calvin climbed on the bed, pushing Matt aside, as Calvin took his place on top of me, naked now, kissing me and teasing my nipples. Matt leaned down and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, lowering himself onto it and twisting his head in a circular motion. Buzzed and in sensory overload, I closed my eyes and gave into pleasure emanating from my nipples and a wet mouth on my cock. It had been a week since I’d cum last.

Calvin moved himself up to the headboard, legs on either side of my head, and used his thumb to guide his boner between my lips and into my mouth. He angled his hips to straddle my face and guide his cock all the way down my throat. As Calvin sank his cock balls deep in my tonsils, Matt pulled off of my cock and stood up to undress. I moved my head so that I could comfortably take Calvin’s cock all the way and still breathe, and sensing my comfort, he began to fuck my face.

I heard Matt’s pants drop and his briefs being pulled down, and I wanted to look at his naked body, but I couldn’t see past Calvin’s torso rhythmically moving back and forth in front of me, driving his cock into my wet mouth. I heard the unmistakable sound of a lube bottle cap opening, as Matt crawled back on the bed, pushing my legs apart. Calvin moved further up on the bed, now fucking straight down into my mouth, the pungent aroma of his crotch forcing its way into my nostrils, competing with the oxygen in the room. Matt’s hands pulled my legs up, resting my heels on his pecs. I felt his warm mouth licking the sides of my feet and my toes as his slick-wet cock jabbed at the entrance to my hole, lubing it a little more with every push forward. Finding the right angle, Matt sank his cock into my velvet tunnel with a single thrust and then rested there, his balls rubbing up against their sex target. Matt never asked about a condom, just sliding inside my bare hole. With my mouth stuffed full of Calvin’s cock, I could neither object nor beg for it. The tables had turned now, and the two of them were using my body for their pleasure. Calvin drove himself deep into my face and Matt slid his legs back and forth, working up a nice fucking motion as he sucked my toes, one at a time.

Soon enough, Calvin began breathing hard as his torso forced his shaft all the way inside my throat. He gasped and I felt a hot blast of cum hitting the back of tonsils as he bucked and throbbed, his fucking motion more erratic now. I relaxed my throat, trying not to choke, and simply swallowed Calvin’s entire load, not tasting the cum, but just letting it slide down my throat and into my stomach. Calvin’s cock softened in my mouth, and he pulled out, spinning around to suck me off now. Calvin’s mouth milked my shaft as I began to milk his boyfriend with my cumhole. As I tried to clear Calvin’s salty coating from the back of my mouth, as I felt myself getting closer to cumming. I noticed Matt’s breathing getting heavier and he began thrusting his way towards an orgasm, tickling my toes with his tongue. Finally, I lost control, showering the inside of Calvin’s mouth with a week’s worth of cum. As I arched forward, Matt bucked and jerked, and shot his load inside me, my now wet hole creating a sloppy sound that filled the room as Matt continued to fuck. I lay back, and allowed my body to exchange my load for Matt’s.

Matt and Calvin invited me to spend the night, and I slept in between the two of them in their king bed. We snuggled together, two warm bodies to cling to on either side, perfect for a cold night. We talked about silly things and then drifted off, content and warm. Sometime in the middle of the night, Calvin woke me and rolled me over onto my stomach. He was hard and wanted to fuck. Calvin slid on top of me and pushed his cock inside my still-wet hole. His fucking was groggy and slow, driven by an instinctual need to unload. Calvin’s legs forced mine apart, and he leaned down and kissed my neck as he pumped my hole. He moaned softly in my ear, pushed inside one last time, and unleashed short bursts of cum inside me, soft and wet. I clasped his hands in mine and we relaxed for a few minutes until we both began to drift off, still in position. Calvin’s body rocked back and forth; Matt was now awake and pushed Calvin aside to get his own turn inside me. Matt’s body replaced Calvin’s on top of me, and his cock easily sank inside me. Matt straddled my back and began to fuck straight up and down inside me, his balls desperate to unload another salty cargo. Calvin was now on his back, snoring. Matt and I laughed as we fucked. “Imagine having to hear that every night”, he laughed as he began to pound harder. Matt kept a steady forceful fucking motion and I closed my eyes, ate the pillow, and began to milk his cock with my hole. We fucked for what seemed like a half hour, and eventually, Matt grabbed my chest, forced himself deeper inside me, and began to moan. With my hole already soaked in cum, this time we both actually heard Matt’s forceful squirting in my ass. Matt fucked his cum deeper inside me, his DNA mixing with Calvin’s inside my body, determined to win the biological competition by getting more of his own sperm inside me. He rested for a minute and then fucked me a third time, until I simply passed out.

The morning light gradually streaked into the room and I squinted at the alarm clock in the room. 7:20. I rolled over, trying to extricate myself from the pile of manflesh. I had an 8:00 Macroeconomics class, so it was past time to wash up and head out. My movements woke Matt and Calvin, who by now were both sporting morning wood. I explained that I need to get home and shower up before class, but they were having none of it. Matt stroked my nipples again, and Calvin rolled over, pinning me on back and forcing his hardon inside me. I looked at the clock again, but Matt pulled my face to his and kissed me as Calvin drove himself inside me. Matt pulled back to watch his boyfriend fuck me, whispering, “You know we’re not going to let you leave yet, cutie”. Calvin drove his cock in my ass furtively, forcefully, desperate to cum again. It didn’t take long. Calvin picked up the pace, jack-hammering my hole for 5 minutes solid until he twitched and coated it with another load. Calvin pulled out and rolled over, and I sat up again. It was now 7:40. Matt body-blocked me, pushing me back down. “Where do you think you’re going?” as he resumed Calvin’s position, teasing my nipples, forcing my legs apart, and impaled me in place. “You’ve got one hot wet hole to match that handsome face. We want a boy like you back home, one who knows how to take cum properly.” Matt kissed me and ran his fingertips back and forth over my nipples as his torso pumped into me. I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him passionately, wrapping my legs around his back. I’d be late for class, but I bonded physically and biologically with Matt and Calvin, each breeding just making me hungrier for the next. My night with them just stoked my addiction for cum and I finally just gave in and embraced it. I clung to Matt tightly, locked in a kiss, until he blew another load inside me. Yeah.

It was too late to shower or go home. I washed up, kissed them both, and began my walk of shame down New Hampshire Avenue. My clothes were wrinkled, my hair unkempt, and I smelled like cum. A lot of cum. But this is how I prefer to wake up now, relaxed and wet from the deep connection of another man’s insemination. Or, as on this cold Friday morning, the repeated insemination of two cute men, their DNA mixing together deep inside my body, keeping me warm on my way to class.