Tuesday, July 26, 2011

He bred my ass at a rest stop

“God, I want to fuck you right now,” he said. “Bareback—all the way. I just want to make you take my load raw, right in your hole.”

He was driving but kept on looking over at me, smiling. I had my hand on his cock, rock hard in his shorts. He reached over and put his hand on my side, so I eased my shorts down a little bit and arched my back so he could reach down and feel the top of my ass.

“I’m serious,” he said. “I want to fuck you now.”

“I want you to,” I said. “Want to pull over and fuck me?”

“Fuck yeah! But raw, okay? I want to cum in you for real.”

“Yeah, raw,” I said. I was thinking that as he got close to shooting I’d just ask him to pull out and cum in my mouth or something.

It was another 10 minutes or so before we found a place to pull over, but it seemed like an hour. We were on a highway and found a rest stop. There were a few cars right in front of the rest stop building, so we parked in the shade at the end of the lot near a wooded area. We both got out of the car. I opened the backseat door facing the woods.

“Are we really going to do this? Do you think anyone might see us?” I asked.

“At this point, I don’t really care, I just need to breed your hole. I’ll keep my head down as I’m plowing you.”

I’d already taken off my shoes and shirt and now I was flat on the backseat, shimmying my shorts and undies off. Now buck naked, I put my feet up just inside the frame of the car door and started fingering my hole.

“Oh my fucking god,” he said as he looked at me and kicked off his flip-flops then took his shorts and boxers off. He came closer to me and I took his hard cock in my hand. He was dripping precum.

“Maybe leave your t-shirt on,” I said. “So you’re less obvious.” He was wearing a black shirt and I figured if he kept it on he might blend into the dark of the car more.

“Good idea,” he said, as he put the head of his fat cock on my hole.

“We’re really doing this. You don’t want to put a rubber on first?,” I asked. Then I said “Oh fuck” as he started easing in.

“Going in just on precum,” he said. “So fucking hot. Be a good boy and open up that hole.”

“Yes sir,” I said. He looked me in the eyes and leaned in and kissed me.

“It’s not going to take me long to cum,” he said.

“Me neither,” I said.

He was all the way in me now.

“I know you love it bareback. Feels so much better, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said. “So much better.”

I tried to hold off from stroking my cock. I didn’t want to come before him. He started fucking me slowly.

“You’re such a good boy,” he said, “taking my cock whenever I need to get off.”

He stayed low and kept kissing me and looking me in the eyes. Occasionally he’d move up too high and I’d put my hand on the back of his neck to pull him back down, reminding him to try to stay out of sight behind the front seatbacks.

After a few minutes, his thrusts got faster and deeper.

“Baby boy, I’m close,” he said. “Tighten your hole for me. You gonna come too?”

“Yeah,” I said. “When you come, I’ll come. You want to come in my mouth?” I wasn’t touching my cock at all now. It was bouncing on my stomach as he thrust in and out of me.

“If I pull out of you and straddle your face,” he said, “someone might see what we’re doing.” He looked me in the eyes. “We’re low enough that no one can see us now. I really want to cum inside you.”

I didn’t say anything as he kept fucking me slowly.

“What do you need, baby?,” he said quietly.

“I need your cum in my hole,” I said.

“Yeah?,” he said. “Tell me.”

I knew at that moment there was no turning back. I knew what he needed and I knew what I needed. It wouldn’t be the same if he pulled out of me. We were in this together—our bodies were one.

“I need you to breed me,” I said. I looked him in the eyes. “I’m your boy. Please mark me, sir. Please do it. Mark your property. Please shoot your dirty load deep inside me. Please, sir. Make me pregnant.”

I could tell my words had put him over the edge. His rough thrusts suddenly slowed and softened. He kissed me gently on the lips.

“This is it,” he said. He was breathing hard. He was almost whispering as he said, “I’m breeding you.”

I felt his body shudder as his cock bucked inside my hole. I grabbed my cock and started coming too.

He collapsed on top of me and kissed the side of my neck. This amazing tingling feeling—this warmth—passed through my whole body in a flash.

After a minute or two, he started laughing and pulled up a bit and looked me in the eyes. “I just bred you on the side of the road,” he said. “I’m really proud of you, baby. I know this is a huge step for you.”

My mind was kind of blown—it was the first time we’d gone “all the way.” We played raw a bit before, but he’d always pulled out before coming. He would shoot on my back or my stomach or sometimes in my mouth.

I got nervous all of a sudden, thinking about what I’d just done. But I also felt proud. Proud that he needed to breed me so bad. Proud that he was proud of me. Proud that I’d completely given myself to him.

“Maybe we should get out of here,” I said. “Before someone sees us.”

“Yeah,” he said. He got up off of me and grabbed his underwear and shorts and started putting them back on, then slipped his feet back into his flip-flops. His cock was still semi-hard; his shorts were tented. Then he looked down at his t-shirt, which was wet with my load. “Great idea telling me to keep my shirt on,” he said, laughing.

I got dressed too. I felt spent. He’d fucked me so hard. My legs felt wobbly.

“Wait here,” he said. “I’m going to go wash your load off of my tee.” He nodded his head in the direction of the rest stop building in the distance; I could see restroom doors next to a row of vending machines on the building’s side.

“I’m coming with you,” I said. “I have to—.” I didn’t finish the sentence; he knew what I was going to say.

“No you don’t,” he said.

“What?” I didn’t understand.

“I want you to keep my load inside of you,” he said. “You’re my boy now. I’m going to clean off my shirt, you’re going to wait here for me, and we’re going to drive away with your hole filled with my cum.”

My cock bucked in my shorts. I didn’t know what to say. My mind blanked as my cock almost instantly got rock hard again.

He was looking me straight in the eyes. Then he looked past me and around us to see if anyone was nearby. We were still on the side of the car right by the wooded area. There was nobody around. He grabbed the front of my t-shirt and pulled me in for a kiss.


I nodded yes.

“Good boy,” he said. “We need to let my load take.”

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  1. Thank you -- that means so much coming from YOU!

  2. I'm sorry that I'm so late on commenting on this wonderful blog post! I have to tell you how sexy and sweet this post was. And wonderfully well written. I especially love you description of the warmth that you feel after being bred. It is a wonderful feeling and every man I have ever spoken to about it feels it too. That is what makes the sex so much more intimate.

    I loved this post and I really hope you continue to talk about your adventures.


  3. I'm now pissed with myself for wiping up the HUUUUGE load I just dropped on the floor. I should have taken a picture and sent to you. That said, thanks for such an awesome post. Soooo simply and well written!

    Your post-coital interaction reminds me of the times a former fb (Blue Eyes) would text me to find out if I was still carrying his babies. SUCH A TURN ON!!!

  4. Very, very hot funk awesome - my dick is still hard and dripping ....