Why I bareback

I’m on my back with my legs in the air and his fat cock is deep inside me, bare. He’s been fucking me so hard, but now he’s changing the rhythm of his thrusts and he’s breathing heavily. He kisses me, then looks me in the eyes and whispers, “I’m getting close.”

I look into his eyes and I say, “I want your cum.”

He slows his thrusts and says, “Do you want me to pull out and cum in your mouth?”

“Yeah,” I say. “Or do you want to cum in my ass?”

“Do you want me to?” he asks.

“Yeah, I want you to.”

He gives me this lusty smile, kisses me, and says, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

All he says is “Fuck, dude,” and then he picks up the rhythm of his fucking. I’m looking up at him, thinking how beautiful he is, and feeling his muscular chest and arms. Now he’s really fucking me fast and hard. My cock is throbbing, but I’m not touching it, because I know I could come any second, and I want his cum first. I want him to use me.

He slows almost to a stop. He looks into my eyes. I don’t want him to change his mind and pull out, so I say, “Cum in me. Breed me.”

I feel his whole body tense up, and then it happens—he starts to cum. I can’t quite feel the cum spurting, but I feel his fat cock bucking inside of me, and I know he’s dumping a load of his warm cum into me. He’s literally having an orgasm inside of my body—there are no barriers between us. This isn’t just sex, this isn’t just fucking. He’s literally marking me, he’s using his cock to inject his DNA into my body. I’m thinking about how, a few hours ago, I hadn’t even met this guy yet, and now we're sharing this.

I grab my cock and start to stroke and now I’m cumming too. It’s a fucking beautiful moment. I think to myself: This is why I bareback. I actually feel sorry for guys who never allow themselves to feel something this intense, this real.

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—image from Gay Bare Plaisirs