Breeding at the Fitness Club -- Chapter 4
"You brought it up first, so I think you should tell all before I do," I countered.
He smirked. "Well, I guess I did, but that's not gonna let you off the hook to tell me all about your porno career."
"It was hardly a career," I said. "I did only one film."
"I did three," he revealed. "All of them were in the same year, actually within the same month."
"Don't spare the details."
"You sure you wanna hear all this?" he questioned.
"As you've pointed out, both of us have pasts."
"Yeah, we do," he agreed. He paused. "Let's see. It was right after my contract expired in 2003. I'd gone to Portland with my teammate Keith. I'd been working for his dad for several months when Keith suggested we go to San Francisco for the Folsom Street Fair in late September. I'd never been, but had heard scandalous things about it, so I was intrigued.
"We took the Saturday afternoon Southwest flight from Portland to Oakland, and then took BART into the city. Keith had been told by a friend that a good place to stay was at the Americania Hotel, which was near Folsom Street. He also had agreed to meet up with an internet friend for dinner and dancing later. If he got lucky, he'd go home with the guy and I'd have the room all to myself and whomever I dragged away from the bars.
"After we checked in, Keith called his internet friend. They agreed on a dinner time and place. I felt like a third wheel, but he assured me that wouldn't be the case until much later when he hoped to be in bed with this guy after some sweaty dancing at one of the hot clubs in town. This, of course, assumed that they were into each other after their face-to-face meeting. Internet friends don't always tell the truth about themselves."
"Amen to that," I said. "Internet dating can be a huge disappointment."
"So, we went to dinner, they seemed to hit it off well; and after we hit a couple of bars for after-dinner drinks, they decided that they needed to go fuck at this guy's place and left me on my own. I was okay with that. The guy was nice enough, but just wasn't my type. Somehow, he seemed shallow and self-absorbed. He did have a hot body, though. And Keith said the guy bragged about what a great top he was. That, of course, didn't interest me, but it sure got Keith's attention. The guy was supposed to have 9" of the thickest dick in San Francisco. Yeah, whatever."
I laughed. "Internet inches can be an exaggeration," I observed.
"That's what Keith observed, too," Marcus revealed. "But, the guy was still a good top and Keith needed some dick that weekend, so it wasn't all bad. Anyway, I hit a couple more bars, surveying the men, and not finding anything to my liking. It was too early for the dance bars to be filling up, so I got into a friendly game of pool with a couple of guys. Both of them thought I was the Second Coming, but I was clear in telling them that I was interested in pool, not sex with them, nice as they were."
"Not your type?"
"Not even close," Marcus said. "One of them had been drinking far too much for this early in the evening and the other one seemed to be strung out on drugs of some kind. I'm not into either type."
"Completely understandable," I agreed.
"They persisted, but I continued to turn them down. Finally, I decided that it was time to look elsewhere for a bed partner and went back to one of the dance bars. I'd asked the hot bartender at the pool place where he'd recommend I go to find what I wanted. When I told him what my type was, he quickly had an answer for me. Without delay, I walked over there. I wasn't disappointed. The men were all well-muscled, shirtless, and hot! In case you didn't know, I like them tall and built."
"That does include me, I have to assume."
"To a capital T!" Marcus agreed, patting my ass. "Immediately, I was asked to dance with one guy after another. Others were trying to buy me drinks, but I'm a real light-weight when it comes to alcohol, so was downing a lot of cranberry juice that night. There was one guy in particular who kept wanting to dance with me and dance really closely, rubbing our bodies together. I kept going back to him after interspersing other men occasionally. He was clearly the leader of my list of men I wanted to play with. But my bladder was about to burst, so I told this guy I had to hit the bathroom. He told me he'd go with me as it was a little hard to find. Well, it wasn't that difficult, but I knew he wanted to check out the merchandise."
"And he checked you out and was instantly in lust," I inserted.
"I wasn't exactly shy about showing off my dick. You know how it is when you gotta piss. Your dick is semi-hard. So, I whipped it out and released the flood. He was standing right next to me, brazenly looking at my dick and playing with his own. When I finished, he reached over and offered to shake it for me. Of course, his touch made it go to full hard, not that I cared. He told me how much he wanted it up his ass; but that he lived across the bay and hoped I had accommodations close-by. I assured him that I was only blocks away."
"Who wouldn't be hooked by that huge dick of yours? I certainly am," I smiled, fondling his dick and feeling it grow in my hand.
"You wanna fuck?" he asked. I nodded. We went upstairs into my bedroom and exchanged DNA again. This time, we took it much slower, almost like we were making love, not rutting like animals (although there is a lot to be said for that, too). As we lay beside each other, I asked him to continue his story.
"Uh, let's see" he resumed. "I took the guy back to the hotel. We helped each other undress, and hit the shower quickly to rinse off the sweat. Then we rolled into the huge bed. It was a California King. I only wish my bedroom were big enough to handle one. Anyway, we sucked dick, ate ass, and then I rolled him over and fucked him doggie style. I filled a condom pretty quickly. You know how I am."
"Yeah, and love it," I agreed.
"I sucked him off and then pushed his legs in the air and fucked him again. He loved getting pounded a second time. But, by then it was nearly 2 a.m. He told me that he had a boyfriend, but they were okay with the other one playing around, as long as he got home before daybreak; and that they always played safe."
"If it works for them, whatever," I observed.
"So, I tucked myself in and went to sleep, dreaming of fucking him again and again. Of course, I woke up with major wood, but as I was getting a good stroke going, I got a call from Keith to meet for breakfast with his new friend. They'd pick me up and we'd go to Castro Street and eat. Then, we'd hit the Folsom Street Fair. It was supposed to start at 11 a.m., but it wouldn't matter if we got there a little later. After my shower, I was looked out the window. It would be a beautiful day. I decided to wear something daring for shorts and take a shirt just in case the fog rolled in later in the afternoon."
"Something like the shorts you wore when you came over this afternoon?" I ventured.
"Much worse," he replied with a laugh. "The Folsom Street shorts left nothing to the imagination."
"You'll have to model them for me," I purred, "although I do like the naked model best," I added, patting his beautifully round bubble butt.
"Pig!" Marcus laughed, squeezing my expanding dick. "Do you want me to finish my tale or fuck again?"
"Both?" I suggested, moving behind him and sticking my tongue up his cum-filled ass. "You talk, I'll listen."
"How can you hear when you're making all those piggy noises?" he wondered. "Oh, gawd, don't even think about stopping," he groaned, pushing his ass harder into my face.
Fifteen minutes later, I'd finished breeding him again and lay panting at his side. He'd managed to pound another load into my ass as well. Where were we finding the energy and the nutt to fuck so much? Well, both of us are oversexed to a very large degree and we have an extraordinary sexual attraction to each other. Finally, I asked him to continue his story.
"Where was I?" Marcus wondered with a kiss. "Uh, we did breakfast on Castro and drove over to the Fair. Keith's fuck buddy had to work that afternoon, so he took us over to Folsom Street and dropped us off. It was just noon and the shirts were already off for nearly all the men. We strolled around, getting appreciative glances and some lustful stares. We stopped at several of the booths to check out what they were selling. Nothing really appealed to me, until I got to the booth for Excelsior Productions."
"Incredible!" I blurted out. "That's the studio that I made my one porno flic with."
"Pretty amazing men staffing their booth, weren't they?" I nodded and sighed remembering how delicious those men were. "One in particular whom I found unbelievably handsome and built like a brick wall thought the same of me. He pulled me into the booth and tried to convince me how hot it would be to sign on with their company and do porno. He showed me pictures of some of the guys in action. Of course, my dick went rock hard."
"Of course," I smiled, fondling him again.
Marcus smiled back at me. "I told the guy that I couldn't possibly do something like that. Of course, he had a hand on my fat dick and the other on my ass. We kissed and it was hot. Once more, he tried to convince me, but I turned him down. Then, he asked if I were a top. I assured him I was with my hand down the back of his shorts, feeling his damp ass trench. He asked me to come back when he was done with his turn at the booth at 4 p.m. and go back to his hotel with him. While I'd been talking to this guy, Keith had snagged a handsome kid with a great body and an obviously big dick. When we left the booth, we had big grins. We shared our good fortune with each other. He was happy that the hotel would be his for the evening, so he rushed back to tell his new friend.
"Meeting up again, we did a couple of loops around the Fair, ogling the men, watching some demonstrations, and several men sucking dick in the alleys. Both of us were propositioned several times as we walked the streets. It felt good to the ego, but I didn't find anyone to match that hot man waiting for me back at the Excelsior booth."
"And how did your tryst with the hot guy at Excelsior go?" I pressed.
"We got to his hotel room at the Holiday Inn on 8th. On the way there, he asked me if I were positive or negative. I told him that I was negative, but had no way to prove it to him. I had a couple of condoms with me, but you know how much I love to fuck." I nodded. "Well, this guy was so hot, I knew I wanted to fuck him several times and I told him so. He assured me we'd have enough condoms, even for a guy my size. We showered quickly and hit the bed. He went right to what he wanted and that was to get fucked: no preliminaries of any kind.
"After I nutted up his ass into the condom, he started telling me again about the porno business and how good I'd be at it." I smirked. "Yeah," he smiled, "I do love sex. Anyway, he said that the company only had the hottest men, all were negative, they paid really well, including travel, and it could all be done in a weekend, so I wouldn't have to worry about losing work. I was more concerned about putting it out there for the world to see. I can see the tabloids going on about this professional football player doing GAY porn, and bareback at that!"
"Yeah, I remember their bareback pitch with only negative guys," I allowed. "But, I still knew there were ways to get any name on results and not be truthful. However, I was going to be topping these guys, so didn't see that as much of a risk. I was probably kidding myself, though."
"I got the same pitch and went through the same logic," Marcus said. "This guy was a great salesman and he was a lot of fun in bed. I fucked him a couple more times. We went out to dinner and then went back to his room to spend the night. We used all of my condoms and his by morning when Keith called. I agreed to meet him at the Civic Center BART station and accompany him back to the Oakland airport to meet our flight. Before I left, my bedmate for the night asked me if he could come see me the next weekend. I agreed of course. He was a great fuck. He also asked if I'd get tested before he arrived, because he wanted me to fuck him bareback all weekend."
"So, did you?" I asked.
"Of course! And I fucked him all weekend, but not nearly as often was we've fucked in the last 24 hours," he concluded. "No one fucks as much or as well as we do." He leaned over and kissed me softly again. If he wanted me to have his babies, all he had to do was kiss me like that again and I'd gladly carry all his babies to term. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "You're so fuckin' hot!" he whispered and kissed me again. His hands on my ass told me he wanted me again.
"Finish the story quickly," I urged. "I want that big dick in my ass again."
"I could always fuck you as I tell you the rest of the tale," he suggested.
He spent several minutes eating my ass out before he continued. "The guy got me to agree to flying down two weeks later to San Francisco. He'd brought pictures of the guys that had seen my picture and were told of my big dick. I chose several that I thought looked really good and ranked them in order of my preference. All of them were muscle bottoms or certainly willing to bottom for me. I told this guy that I didn't want some guy who thought he could take me but wasn't sure. So, he took some pictures of my dick with a ruler beside it and across the top of it. By the time I got back down to San Francisco, two of the group had dropped out, but my first two choices still wanted me badly."
"How did the filming session go? I had a real issue with being able to pull out and not nutt inside these guys. The camera had to catch the `money shot' as they phrased it," I inquired as he pushed his big dick up my hungry hole.
"It wasn't easy for me, either, but I managed. But, what did drive me crazy were the constant interruptions for makeup, camera and sound adjustments, and lighting. I thought they'd never let me cum. But, it did make for a monster load."
"Yeah, that's so hard to do. It was like I needed to nutt first and then start the filming, so I wouldn't be so on edge all the time," I remembered. "By the way, what was the first film setting?"
"They were all the trite gay situations. The first one was the massage where I fucked the masseur. He had to have some training, because he did give me a good massage, not just my dick. The second one was an escort service. And the third one was a college football team locker room scene after the game."
"Yeah, typical," I said. "Mine was the gym workout where I was the trainer. The guy I was with sure didn't need any training. He had a great body and a butt that desperately needed frequent dick. But, I did show him a few things he could do."
"I'll just bet you did," Marcus replied. "And you'll see all of my stellar performances when you visit again."
"I prefer the real-time Marcus," I purred. "Your dick feels so good deep in my ass. How did I become such a bottom. Nice and slow sure makes my ass happy."
Marcus slowed even more. His breathing was getting ragged. I pushed back into him, but he pulled out fast. "I'm gonna nutt if we keep this pace," he croaked. I turned and saw cum ooze from the piss slit. I quickly corralled it with my tongue. He pulled away fast. "I'm trying to stop, Mike!" he protested.
"Why?" I asked. "I need that load," I insisted. I flipped on to my back and pulled him toward me. His thick dick in my hand leaked more creamy nutt. He pushed back inside me as I pulled his face down to kiss me. "Fuck me!" I begged breaking the kiss. I felt his dick jerk as he hit bottom. "Yeah, baby, breed me!" With a shout, he blasted a huge load into me. Jet after creamy jet sprayed into my ass, just the way I love it from him. He pounded my ass, thrusting hard and deep. I couldn't get enough.
With his nuts temporarily emptied again, he pulled out slowly. With a wet plop, his big dick head waved at me. I turned quickly and gobbled it down. He leaned over and ate his load from my ass. After a few minutes, his mouth was on my dick. I quickly pushed him away. "This nutt is for your butt, Baby. Lay on your stomach," I told him. Eagerly, he complied. I gave his asshole one final lick and slid my leaking dick into him slowly. His ass quickly rose to meet me and clamped tightly around my thick post, dragging me back down to the bed.
"Take the rest of the night, Mike," he whispered. "You feel so big and perfect inside me."
There was no way that was going to happen, much as I'd have enjoyed it. My hard dick was severely overheated and my big, heavy balls were already churning. It was a matter of seconds, not minutes before I'd flood his black bubble butt again. He grabbed at my ass with both hands and pulled me down deep into him. I ground my pubes into his tender hole, but he only pressed down harder, urging me to fuck deep. With a shudder, I warned him of my impending climax.
He smiled over his shoulder and said, "Bring it on!" There was no way to stop the tsunami of sperm about to overwhelm his love tunnel again. He felt my dick jerk inside him and raised his ass off the bed to get me to pump and seed him once more. Waves of climax crashed into me, blasting more cum into him as my hips thrust harder and harder. The tip of my nose and the tips of my fingers tingled with the monster surge of cream into him. "Yeah, fill my Duncan Hines' with your nutt, Mike! Don't stop fucking me. Breed my black ass!"
When I finished flopping like a fish out of water on his back with my dick buried deeply, I caught my breath, but didn't pull out. On the contrary, my hips continued to pump him as the last dribbles of sperm oozed into his filled manhole. I kissed his neck and ears, panting from the exertion of breeding him again. This workout was better than any aerobic exercise, albeit severely abbreviated.
I glanced at the clock. It was already nearly midnight. "We've been fucking for 24 hours and it feels like the best day of my life," I admitted. "And we even had a break between this morning and this afternoon."
"Yeah, I've sure loved it," he replied dreamily. I started to pull away, but he stopped me with his big hands. "Don't even think about leaving the scene of the last breeding until your dick falls out on its own."
I laughed. "How did I ever find a guy as oversexed as you are and can match me fuck for fuck? And your skills at eating ass are unsurpassed," I bragged on him. "You've brought out the kinkiest part of my sexual desires and I don't feel the least bit guilty about it. And it's all your fault! You've made me into a sexual pervert."
"Don't you try laying that trip on me, Mike," Marcus laughed. "You brought all that to the sex we've been up to. And I enabled your behavior and I'm not apologizing for it either. Also, you've corrupted me. I used to be this vanilla top guy who wouldn't consider bottoming for some white boy with a big dick. But, now, you've made me a pussy bottom!"
I finally rolled off him and snuggled in next to him. "I'm the pussy bottom here," I declared, nuzzling his neck. "It seems to me that every time we fuck, you're the first one to get off in my ass, not me pumping a load into your ass. And all this shit about eating out a bred ass? That's just not something I ever did, with a few exceptions," I admitted.
"Oh, I did that? Good for me!" he crowed. "Maybe you just never ate your nutt out of some other guy because you were afraid that he'd think you were disgustingly kinky. Well, I'm proud to admit that I love eating my load from your ass and it isn't at all kinky. I think it's cool. And I love sitting on your face and making you eat your load from my ass. I totally groove on that."
"You ever do that with other guys?"
"I did a couple of times before I did the porno. And when I did the porns, I always ate my load out. Sometimes, there were other loads already up this guy's ass and I didn't really mind. I love cum! I think that's the reason I did three films instead of one."
"Did you find their marketing to be a little lame?" I asked, changing the subject slightly.
"In fact, I did," he replied. "They made such a big deal out of how much I was going to make because they were paying me so much up front and then the residuals after 1,000 were sold. What a crock of shit!"
"Yeah, I was given the same line of baloney, too," I remembered. "I'd never heard of Excelsior Productions, but the guys who were doing the recruiting were amazing muscle studs and the guys I fucked were, too. I thought they were really on to something. But, maybe their capital dried up and they couldn't find a distributor or marketing team that would pay them enough after they paid us and the rest of the production company," I mused.
"Well, perhaps it is all a blessing in disguise," Marcus observed. "Did you really want to be a porno star? What about a career after you've aged a little? What are you going to do then: find some rich, old sugar daddy to keep you into your old age?"
"All good points," I admitted. "Still, it would have been nice to have seen it on a shelf somewhere in an adult book store or a website."
"I look at it this way," Marcus finally said. "I got paid some serious dollars, I got to fuck some amazing men bareback, and I ate out some incredible butts. It isn't often you can say that, even if you own a fitness club," he grinned.
"Even at my fitness place, I don't get that many hot men who want me to fuck them bareback. Not even in a good month will I see that kind of action. I still have some great memories and wonderful beat-off material from that weekend I spent as a porno star."
He turned to face me and then leaned in and kissed me again. His hand rested on my ass and pulled me closer to him. "I'm really happy that I met you, Mike," he whispered. "You've shown me how much fun it is to bottom for the right man and how enjoyable a really big dick up my butt can feel."
"Same to you, big guy," I answered and kissed him back. "If you happen to wake up in the middle of the night and you need to fuck me, just do it. I won't mind being awakened by your monster sliding up my ass. Or if you need to eat my ass out, by all means, do that, too."
"Back at ya," he concurred.
With that, we rolled away from each other (but not very far) and fell asleep almost instantly. At 4 a.m., my bladder woke me up with a clear message. "Get out of bed quickly and head to the bathroom or the bed will be drenched." Not one to ignore a clear message like that, I rolled out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom. Standing over the toilet, I released a torrent of piss for a full minute. My bladder had not been kidding! I decided that I'd abort some of Marcus' babies while I was there, but again, it was only air. My body and Marcus had taken care of the nutt he'd sprayed into me.
The door opened slowly. Marcus said, "I'll piss in the sink if I need to." I immediately left the stool and let him take my place. He sat and made the same noises and splashes I had. Not one to take advantage of the poor man, but my dick was still nearly hard from my swollen bladder. I stood in front of him, but he read my mind. He bent forward and sucked my engorged dick deeply into his mouth. After a minute, he pulled away. "That needs to be in my ass next," he said.
We returned to the bedroom and we got into a 69 with each other. That lasted only long enough for me to get his hole wet. My dick was ready to nutt and I didn't really want to pump this load down his throat. After all, he had requested an ass ride. I took him doggie style, always a fan favorite, with two breaks to eat his hole and keep it wet. But, we did finish face-to-face, kissing. My load blasted into his ass as I held his arms above his head so he couldn't flog his dick. I pounded and thrust deeply into him unloading wave after wave of creamy baby gravy into his hungry hole. I couldn't get enough of this beautiful man's black ass.
I finally released his arms and continued kissing him. His hands found my ass and pulled me deeper into him. His ass wanted to ride my dick until it fell out. I was willing to help out with continued deep thrusts. But, it couldn't last. I did wilt and slithered out of his ass. He flipped me around and engulfed my cum-soaked dick with his eager mouth. I did the same to his dick. But, he pushed me off his dick at least every ten seconds. "I wanna nutt in your ass, not in your mouth," he finally said.
I rolled on to my stomach and invited him to breed me as I waved my ass in the air. He ate my ass out for a few moments, but his need to breed was too strong to keep that up. In one swift motion, he pressed against my wet hole with his horse dick and pushed into me. I pushed back into him, helping him bury that monster deeply inside me. He held me still, trying to avoid cumming too quickly. But, I still ground my ass into him and did my best to massage his massive ass probe. His dick jerked twice and I knew I'd won. "FUCKIN' TAKE IT!" he shouted, as his big nuts unloaded their contents into me. I kept pressing my ass against his thrusting hips, begging him to breed me with more and more of his creamy man juices. He babbled and thrashed atop me, pumping furiously up my butt. His fingers were hooked over my shoulders, pulling me back into each of his hard thrusts. If this didn't make babies, I wasn't sure what would. I couldn't hope to ever get fucked so well, so deeply, and with so much cum.
When his shuddering body finally stopped and his hips fell still, I looked over and breathed, "You da man! I've never been fucked this well before, ever!"
"If you think for a minute that's gonna keep my dick in your ass and not get your dick in my ass, you're crazy," he replied, kissing me on the ear. I rolled over when he pulled out. "Sit on my face and let's do this right." Eager to please, I got into a 69 position with him and sucked his dick while he spread my ass and ate me out like he was starving. It was probably the best 10 minutes of butt munching and dick sucking we'd ever had to finish up a good fuck.
"Are we ever gonna get some sleep when we're together?" he wondered yawning.
"Probably not as much as we should," I admitted. "You do bring out the worst sexual perversions in me."
"This isn't my fault," he countered. "You're the one who stuck your dick in my face when I was in the bathroom with you. I was ready to go back to bed," he smiled. I knew he didn't mean that for a minute.
"You were ready to go back to bed and get fucked is what you were ready for." He didn't contradict me, but only smiled again.
But, we did go back to sleep and didn't wake up until about 6:30 when the sun was too bright to stay in bed. Well, that's not entirely accurate. We did stay in bed for another 30 minutes, breeding each other. After our shower where we played with each other, but didn't fuck, I made breakfast for us. We talked about our lives a little more, our parents, and siblings. And he made me promise that we'd sleep at his house that night. I made him promise that he'd drag out those old porno tapes that he'd starred in, so we could do in person what he'd done back then. We agreed to discuss later who would play his role. He left about noon, but only after we fucked again in my bedroom as we watched my porno disc. It was a leisurely fuck, lots of foreplay, lots of cum shared. Somehow, we managed to wait nearly 20 minutes for the "money shots" on the screen. Then, we blew our loads as well. Of course, we ate butt just like I had in the film: before, during, and after the fuck. And in our case, we didn't pull out for the "money shot". We were bred completely and finished it up like I had in my porno disk: a good deal of ass eating, trying to suck out as much cum as we could from each other's holes.
He called me early in the afternoon to tell me how much he'd enjoyed the last 36 hours and that he was looking forward to another evening of me breeding him repeatedly while we watched the porno discs that he'd starred in. I assured him that he was going to top me at least as often as I bred him. Sex-Pigs-R-Us!
I tidied up the house, did the dishes, mowed the lawn, and took another shower before I left for his place. Of course, I did some special cleaning of my ass, because I knew I was gonna get fucked a lot if we had three porno discs to get through this evening. He told me that the first two discs showed him for only 20 minutes, but the third one featured him all the way through. They obviously appreciated his sexual skills, too.
When I arrived at his house in the late afternoon, I was wearing brief cotton gym shorts, the kind that show off everything unless you're wearing a jockstrap. I wasn't. The muscle shirt was at least one size too small for me. Marcus immediately pulled it off as I crossed the threshold. We kissed passionately as he swung the door shut. Spinning me around, he pulled my shorts down and fell to his knees. His face instantly found my asshole and ate me out like a starving man. I braced myself against the door and bent over far enough that he could work his tongue deeply. Nice greeting, I thought.
He reached between my legs and stroked my very hard dick. It doesn't take much to give me an erection, but getting my butt eaten out is at or near the top of the list. Within another minute, I had to brush his hand away. I was getting far too close to a shattering climax if he didn't stop jacking me off. His tongue up my butt wasn't cooling my sexual jets, either.
"I've been missing this sweet ass since I left your house," he finally breathed, standing up behind me. "And this huge dick of yours makes my butt pucker every time I touch it," he added. I kicked off my shorts and hugged him tightly. I hadn't really noticed when I walked in, but he was shirtless and had since lost his shorts, too. "We gotta fuck!" he exclaimed, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me toward his bedroom. Knowing I was willingly following, he dropped my hand. Immediately, I stepped in behind him and encircled his chest with my muscular arms. We stopped in the hallway as I drew us together. My hard dick was seriously wedged between his ass cheeks. My fingers were playing with his nipples as I nuzzled his neck.
"This is kinda nice," I whispered, grinding my dick harder against him. His right hand grabbed my thick butt stretcher and aimed it at his hungry asshole. I pressed a little harder and it slipped inside. He was pre-lubed. "Good thinking," I purred as I buried the full length of my dick into his backside. He bent his knees slightly so I could get even deeper.
"Oh, Fuck," he moaned. "I'm gonna spray the floor, if I don't get a condom on my dick." I pulled out, hoping that would slow down his race to a climax. He sighed. "That helps," he sighed. "But, I really want it back inside me."
"Perhaps it would be best if you fucked me first, considering how close you were to a climax," I suggested. "I'm not close yet, but probably will be with you fucking me, just like you were," I cautioned.
"We'll worry about that if it happens. And thanks for being so understanding."
"Understanding has nothing to do with it. This is pure lust, Marcus. I wanna be bred and I don't want any of your nutt being wasted in a condom when it can so easily get sprayed up my ass," I smiled, getting on the bed on all fours and presenting my ass to him. After a few more seconds of eating out my asshole, he pressed his massive horse dick against my back door. Because I'd relaxed, he slipped in easily. "I want your entire dick all the way in," I begged, pushing back into him.
He grabbed my hips and held me in place. "I'll nutt too soon if you do that, Mike," he groaned. "I wanna fuck you before I breed you. So far, I've not done much fucking."
"But, you have done a lot of breeding and that's what I love," I replied, pushing back into him again.
Please, Mike," he begged. "I wanna enjoy the pleasure of a hot fuck with you. Of course, you'll get my load. You always do. And the longer I fuck, the more nutt you'll get," he promised. But, I did acquiesce. I only tightened my ass.
However, that was more than he could tolerate. "Oh, FUCK!" he bellowed, driving his dick to the hilt into me. He ground his pubes into my asshole and held me tightly. Wave after wave of his man-cream jetted into me. His thrusts were short jabs as he planted more seed deeply. I counted nine jerks of his dick and felt the first four filling me up before the volume of his initial load overwhelmed all additional cream. Marcus clung to my back as his hips pounded and his dick loaded me with more of his baby gravy in dribbles. "Fuck, what a load," he moaned, kissing me on the neck and right ear. "You make me nutt more than any man ever has before, even the porno boys."
"All part of the personal service," I reminded him. He pulled slowly away and then knelt on the floor and ate my ass out again. "You're such an ass pig!" I giggled, loving how his tongue worked my ass lips and drove inside me. He held me tightly against his face, moaning with pleasure, making more piggy noises. "Our babies will all be boys because we have only Y-DNA and I hope all of them have your monster dick and bubble butt," I added.
He rose to his feet and crawled up on the bed beside me. "And they should have your eyes and beautiful body," he said, kissing me so I could taste his cum and my ass. "Sit on my face, Baby," he smiled after I broke this kiss for a moment. "And then I want you to fuck me senseless!"