With enough ass eating, it’s so juicy that I know my cock will slide inside. So I stand. He slips off his shoes and pants. I remove my pants too, finding some poppers in the pockets for him, tossing it beside his outstretched hand where’s it’s continued to slap the mattress. Soon we’re both naked and I’m slicking up my cock with more of my spit. I put it at his hole and push.
He takes a hit off the poppers. The head of my cock is soon inside him. He’s breathing hard. But his ass is backing up. And my cock slides further inside. Until all of it is inside him. “You wanted that ass,” he says. “You bet I did,” I respond. I begin fucking in earnest. I twist my hips and arch my back. I change my pace. I find angles. I want him to enjoy it as well.
“I want you to breed my ass,” he says, breaking my introspection. “You want my load?” I can’t deny his ass is fucking fantastic. I really don’t need poppers to pop one off. But poppers do make it feel so much better. As I fuck him, sliding into his silky hole, feeling it grip my cock, he occasionally squeezes it.
Oh I want to unload. “Yes,” he says, practically breathless. “Or do you want this to last?” “Cum whenever you want,” he responds. “Just make sure I get your load.” I keep fucking, focusing on the sensation of his ass. Occasionally I run my hands along his lithe body, his smooth skin. Perfect. A body of perfection. I’ve fucked a lot of beautiful men in my life. Muscular. Models. But this one. Something was different. I had to stop thinking, stop intellectualizing and focus on the task at hand: Breeding ass.
As I looked down at the dim light, I could see my spit-lubed cock sliding in and out of that pucker. And I just couldn’t hold back any longer. I reached for the poppers, found them and took a huge snort. “Want my load?” “Yessss!” I picked up the pace. “Tell me you want it!” “Please breed my hole!” I could feel his hole twitch at the words and the pinpoint of the poppers began to drive me toward my orgasm. Another pump into his ass, his raw ring around my cock, sensing every little bit of it touching me. Feeling his urging me on, backing up into my thrusts, begging for it now. “Please give me your cum.”
I was grunting now, going into that place where I disappear and only my cock lives. My cock and cum. Boiling. Reaching that fever pitch that would bring it in a surge, breaking through a barrier. I could feel it like a tsunami inside, bursting though some plug. This was one of those loads. I’d obviously built it up over time and somewhere along its pipeline path, it met resistance and now was bursting through. I felt both pain and pleasure at once.
His ass clenched. I think I am screaming. Or grunting. Or making some sort of noise. My cum is slamming into his ass walls, surging out of my cock. The pain is a distant memory and now all I feel is relief. I remember to move a little as my cock throbs in his ass. I want to make sure he knows I’m painting the inside of his ass with my cum. My DNA. That this perfect little specimen of a man will know his perfection has been ruined by this geek.
But I’m still recovering from the intensity of the initial moments. The cum is still flooding out. I can feel it around the head of my cock and down the sides. I fuck a little and the sensation of a “squish” comes. The popper blindness recedes and I’m breathing hard. That was one of the most intense orgasms ever.
my hole is so hungry after ready this and looking at those pictures. TIM needs to make a website like A4A or Grindr. i want it, i need it.