I remember the first time I fucked him. He lived in a rundown highrise in a transitional part of town. Cute, short and 24, he was a thai orphan that had been raised in the US - turning into an all-american jock-type. Handsome but desperate, he had been messaging me online for the better part of a year to come over and fuck him. One day, with some free time on both our ends, I popped over to his place. He had been working the night shift and just woken up (at 2pm), greeting me downstairs in his building in sweats and a t-shirt.
He lived with three roommates who were out of the house (but could come back at any moment), so of course, the minute we walked into his apartment, i bent him over the couch, spit on my thick cock, and started pushing into his hole. he protested, so we moved into his bedroom where he immediately got on his back, lifted his legs, and begged me to enter him.
I remember the room was messy, like a college kid’s dorm (though he had graduated), but it was a bright, warm day. His voice annoyed me, but i liked that he knew his place was to serve thick white dick and that he wanted me as much as I needed to breed. His ass stretched to accommodate my big head, and the feeling of that gripping cunt as I slid in was amazing. As I long-dicked him, his hole would stretch back out, trying to hold on to my cock for as long as possible, making every inch of my shaft feel fucking awesome. He wanted some romance (kissing, oral), but I didn’t care for his breath or kissing technique, so I focused on getting my dick wet.
I love asian boy pussy (as I’ve mentioned), and his was no exception - though it was special. It wasn’t the cleanest ass I’ve fucked, but it wasn’t dirty per se, just musky - and his smell activated that lizard part of my brain that just wanted to fill him with cum. Soon, i couldn’t hold back anymore, and i pulled my dick out of him just as i started to cum – giving him the porn view – before shoving it back in and emptying my balls inside him.
For a couple of months, I demurred on his offers to meet up again, until one night I was up late. He came online, saying he needed to get fucked - that he had been out, drinking, just got in and was horny as hell. It was a warm summer evening, around 1am, and I was feeling pretty horny. We arranged to meet at the entrance to a local park in 10 mins - I was married at the time so couldn’t host.
I snuck out with the dog (plausible excuse if I got caught) and met him on the corner in front of the park. He was clearly drunk, slurring his words and moving slowly - but lust was clouding his mind and he looked cute in a t-shirt and jeans. We walked into the park together like we were walking the dog, and moved to a dark spot behind a boulder.
I tied the dog up and told him to be quiet, then grabbed the little jock. We kissed for a second, and I immediately reached behind to finger his pussy. Like last time, it was clean but musky, and between that smell and the danger of sneaking out and getting caught, I was ready to go immediately.
I pulled his pants off roughly, and he lost his balance - but I steadied him with my hand. I turned him around, pulled his ass back and pushing his head forward. He started to protest, softly: “Sir, no, please I just want to suck you.” Suddenly, I understood the game - he wanted me to force him to take my loads. Instinctively, I reached my big hand around his little neck and leaned down to his ear.
I whispered: “shut up faggot or I’m going to hurt you.”
He whimpered, and the resistance flowed out of his body. I knew he was mine for the taking, and my dick was rock hard at the prospect. I spread his beautiful cheeks, spit on my cock, rubbing it around the head with my hand. I held his waist with one hand and penetrated him in a single motion, driving my cock to the hilt.
His cunt felt so good - like it was made to take my dick, and with the danger, the smell, the scene and my blood boiling, it only took a few thrusts before I uttered “take it, bitch,” and unloaded a huge load into his tight little hole.
He whispered “thank you sir” as my cock slid out, and pulled up his pants. Stumbling, he walked out from behind the dark corned and headed back home, my boiling hot load no doubt dripping from his slutty cunt with every step. I knew he’d sleep well, but awaken sore…and he’d still be shitting out my nut in the morning – I definitely planted that seed deep.
I stood there for a minute to let my breathing calm down. The whole thing felt so primal and so right - just like men had been doing for eons. There was a hole, and a guy who needed to breed, a dark spot, a warm night, and a big load of cum left deep in a pussyboy. The abuse I dished out felt natural and right - like it was exactly what the boy needed, and probably wasn’t getting from his sweet boyfriend: a real, cum-focused fuck from a real man.
Our subsequent visits would prove just how much he needed that from time to time - and just how much I would grow to love that cunt. More soon.
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