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.