The ride app driver licked his lips as the twink came out of the house and got into his car. He knew a morning-after app hook up when he saw one. The twink was, as all twinks are, skinny, hairless, and full of ego for no good reason. He had shaggy brown hair, with long, well defined legs that suggested he runs for exercise or sport. The driver didn’t say a word as the twink entered the car, knowing full well how this would play out. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the twink glanced up from his phone and looked at the driver. His used hole immediately tingled and twitched as he studied at the powerful, older, hairy man in front of him. The driver even saw the twink discreetly (or so he thought) take a pic of his hairy arm as he drove, probably jerk off material for later, and with that, he knew he had him. “Looks like you had a fun time last night. Whose house was that?” The twink blushed. “Some guy I met on an app, I don’t know his name.” The driver let that statement hang in the air for a minute. “I love breeding younger men,” the driver said, watching the twink’s face light up. “But I prefer blond, hairy guys like me.” He could see the twink’s face fall. He waited a few minutes, letting the twink mentally twist for a bit. He turned the car, deviating from the route, and headed toward a secluded area in the woods he knew well. “But I can make an exception.” There was no seduction. He used the twink hard. His hole was already loose, which made the initial entry of his horse cock much easier, but then he pounded his hole for nearly two hours, ejaculating four loads of potent, transformative sperm into the unassuming twink. His balls drained, he smacked the smooth little butt, and got back in the car to take the twink home. “Too bad you aren’t blond and hairy, you would look better that way.” The twink sat in silence, wishing he could be what this man is most attracted to. Little did he know, his DNA was being overtaken by the breeders sperm. The next morning he woke up, feeling unusually exhausted. He went to the bathroom, glanced in the mirror and immediately froze, thinking there was a stranger in the bathroom with him. Who was this hairy blond man in the mirror? Just then his doorbell rang. The driver from yesterday was back, his pants tented, his enormous cock ready to enter its favorite type of man. The ex-twink’s furry hole tingled, excited for another load.
