This is a true story. I am 5 ft 9 in. and 190 lbs. I think of myself as a muscle cub. I've been around. I thought it'd be fun to reach out to the men who had fucked me and write these stories from their perspectives. If we've played, let me know so we can do a story too. Considering donating to Nifty if you like stories like these. Keep the community strong. Names have been changed, obviously.
Breeding the Thick Muscle Cub - Part 2 - A Dance with the Gogo Cub
My name is Ron. It was my birthday. But I can honestly say I was not looking forward to turning 60. Two friends of mine, Mark and John, wanted to take me out. They're a lot wilder than I am, and I usually don't go out. Having lived in Denver for some time, I was pretty sure I had met all the boys. As you get older, you find fewer and fewer guys who are interested. I'm not sure I wanted to ring in my sixties that way. Mark ended up convincing me over coffee one day.
"It'll be like a last hurrah for you. We'll never drag you out again afterwards." He said.
Easy enough for him to say. He's a bit younger. 52 still. He goes to the gym a lot and has a beautiful 8" cock that I've seen in pictures. I'm sure he has no problems. John is similar in build. Both are bald muscle bears. But John's cock is shorter (6 inches) and fat. Or at least it looks that way in pictures. Though we've been friends for nearly two decades, I had actually never seen them hard before. That was going to change. I'm tall and slimmer. They've never seen me hard either. I'm a grower, not a shower. So when I'm hard, my cock is thin, but it's a solid 8.5 inches. Up to 9 if I'm really into it.
They convinced me to go to a local bear bar that they liked. I had not been in a while, but generally didn't get much attention there because, well, I'm not much of a bear. It was apparently a disco night. At least the music would be all right. When we arrived, I was surprised to see that they had designated an area as a dance floor. What's more, they even had gogo dancers, which was a bit unusual for a Friday night. Especially because the bar was not particularly busy. We ordered drinks and sat down. I was mustering energy to go dance. I was sure Mark and John wanted to dance, at least for a little bit.
That's when I saw him. He looked to be about 5' 9" and was big beefy kid. Not cut with a six pack, but he looked like a power lifter. Jet black hair and thick all over. Big beefy kid. He also looked young, no more than 22. He was wearing a neon jockstrap with a bandana tucked into the band, hanging down the back (Denver doesn't allow your butt to be too exposed), high socks, and athletic shoes. What caught my attention was his big beefy chest. He was glistening from dancing and the disco lights lit up his body nicely. His jockstrap was definitely too small, and his beefy ass was pretty much busting out the seams. Very hot. And very daring for Denver in 2014. I have a big thing for young boys that can get over their hang ups and show off.
Mark chose that time to nudge me on the shoulder. Perhaps he caught me staring for too long. "Drink up buddy! Happy birthday!" He shouted over the music, as he handed me a double shot of tequila. He handed a second glass to John before putting the limes down on the table on a napkin. After a quick cheers, we took the shots together.
"Kind of a thinner crowd than I would expect." John shouted.
I mumbled a response, but I couldn't take my eyes off that boy. He was just my type. Young, beefy, but without the six pack that had become so popular, especially with the younger boys. And his chest just looked tasty under the light.
"You want to grab one more drink and then go dance?" John said, pulling me back into the conversation at the table.
"Sure." I responded. But I think I was too slow. John had a sly grin in his eyes. We ended up doing another double shot of tequila. At this point, my memory was pretty fuzzy and I was feeling good. The music was starting to resonate and I was ready to dance. The three of us went to the dance floor which still seemed half full at most and danced in a circle. I really can't say how long we were dancing. But my eyes kept drifting upwards to that beefy kid. He looked like he was having a damn good time, dancing with another gogo dancer on the boxes slightly above us. I closed my eyes for what felt like 30 seconds as I enjoyed the beat. When I opened my eyes again, the pup was not on the boxes, but dancing down in the dance floor with the patrons.
I knew this was a chance, but it seemed Mark and John were going to make moves for us. John tapped the boy on his shoulder as he danced nearby with a couple of women, beckoning him to our small circle. He obliged with a big smile on his face. He danced in between all of us. At some point, Mark pushed him on his chest and he back right into me. I could feel the heat from his hole on my legs and my cock. I was hard within seconds. I don't think I've been hard like in that in public for a while. Unsatisfied, Mark danced forward and began grinding with the pup sandwiched in between us. At this point, I knew the kid could feel my cock through my jeans poking at his hole.
He leaned back and I pushed forward, ready to kiss him. But instead he said something over the music, "have fun boys! I'm going to go get a drink real quick."
And with that he was off to the bar. I'm not sure if my disappointment showed on my face, but I think John could tell, because he quickly went after the boy. Mark continued to dance with me. John returned after 10 or 15 minutes and leaned in to whisper something for Mark. Mpeark laughed and nodded. John then leaned to me and I heard him shout, "Let's leave pretty soon. The bars closing at 2 and it's getting quiet in here."
He wasn't wrong. There were probably only 10-15 actual patrons left at this point. We danced a few last songs before we went to close out the tab and leave. As Mark signed the bill, I looked around for the muscle pup we had been dancing with, but couldn't find him. I turned to mention it to John, but he had apparently drifted off somewhere. After a bit more scanning, I found John talking to what looked like one of the employees of the bar. As I approached, John wrapped up the conversation.
"Come on, let's go back to our place!" John said.
"I'm a bit tired man. Thanks for taking me out though!" I said.
"Nah you can't leave yet! We haven't had cake!" Mark exclaimed, rejoining us from signing the bill.
"All right. One slice. Maybe one drink. Then I'm out." I relented.
They both smirked and agreed, little did I know the night was just beginning.
Mark and John lived within walking distance. Since it was summer, it was easy to walk by. When we arrived outside the complex, I'm sure my jaw hit the floor. Standing there was my muscle cub wearing the sluttiest short shorts and a paper thin tank top.
"Hey boys. Ready to keep partying?" He grinned.
"Happy birthday buddy!" Mark said, leaning into my shoulder.
Upstairs, the boy was quickly undressed down to his jockstrap. We sat on Mark and John's couch with the boy on my lap while I kneaded his muscle ass. We had a few more drinks while we talked. The boy's name is Dan. Apparently, John had convinced him at the bar to come home with us. "I wasn't going to say no!" He said, as he reached back and held my hardening cock. Mark excused himself and went into their bedroom.
"Ha! As if you'd turn down this offer!" John laughed. "$500 for a night of fun and some coke is pretty solid!"
Coke? Who mentioned anything about coke? I had not done coke in over a decade. I think John and Mark knew that it brought out the worst (possibly the best) in me. For sure, it made me horny as fuck, and I'm not sure I needed any more of that at this point.
Mark reemerged as if on cue, holding a baggie of white powder. "Here we go, slut pup." He said.
Dan got up and kneeled down on all fours. His beefy muscle ass facing us on the couch framed by his jockstrap. He had long ditched his bandana, so I could see his furry hole there.
"Looks nice, pup." John said, leaning forward to feel the boy's cheeks. "Feel how much heat he's giving off." John said, pulling my hand forward. "We call that a bitch in heat."
The pup moaned as we felt his hole. Mark leaned down and held a square mirror piece with a rolling paper over some coke for the pup. The pup didn't hesitate and did a long line while still on all fours. Mark then moved to our side of the couch and scraped a line from the mirror onto either side of the pup's cheeks. I can say I never really believed people did stuff like this. The pup moaned deeply he arched his back further.
"Go for it, birthday boy." John nudged me forward. I got down and took a rolling paper from Mark, who turned to the dining table to do his lines on a more traditional surface. I leaned closer and felt the boy shuddering with anticipation under me. As I leaned over and did my first line of coke off his ass, I knew this birthday party was going to get wild.
John followed and did the other line from the pup's other cheek. Mark got the idea to put some porn on, and we continued talking. The muscle boy was back on my lap, and his ass was giving off more heat than ever. My cock was also harder than ever. Mark found some Cialis and gave me a pill. I was straining to bust out of my jeans, but we weren't at that stage yet. We were still grilling the pup on his sex history, and the talk was getting hornier and hornier.
"So what's the most guys that have fucked you in a night?" Mark asked. He had taken off his shirt and jeans and was only in his underwear. He was shameless rubbing that 8" cock that looked even thicker in person.
"I think 6 or so." The boy responded. He leaned back, intentionally exposing his hairy hole to John and Mark on the other side of the couch.
"Let's take a look." John said, leaning forward and gently prodding the boy's hole. "Man, you dance lubed up or something?" John asked, withdrawing his wet finger from the boy's hole.
"Ha. Sort of, I kind of got fucked in the bathroom on one of my breaks earlier." The boy responded.
"Whoa... that must be a hungry pussy then." Mark muttered. Leaning forward to finger the boy too.
"Yeah..." the boy moaned. He spread his legs further as he sat on my lap. He was pretty sitting on my waist now as he exposed his cunt to Mark and John.
"You want some more huh..." John growled. He reached to the boy's hole with both his hands. He lifted the boy up. Then to my surprise, I felt him touch my jean zippers and unzip my rock hard cock. The boy didn't answer. He just whimpered as he felt my cock burst free from my jeans and slap up against his exposed hole.
"Damn Ron... I did not expect you to have a massive cock like that..." Mark muttered. Mark leaned forward and starting sucking my cock while giving the boy's hole a few licks. Mark pulled back suddenly and licked his lips a bit. "Pup... you get fucked raw earlier?"
"I'm not sure..." The pup moaned. "I think so? I kind of just... bent over..."
I could not possibly get any harder. It looked like Mark and John felt the same. "Fuck... pig boy... you let a stranger bareback you in the bathroom?" Mark asked, confirming what we all suspected.
"Yeah..." Pup responded. He wore that slutty dumb grin of any proud pig boy.
I don't think I did it intentionally,. It was animal instinct. The boys confessions were too much for me. I lifted him up by the hips and positioned my cock right at his hole. I didn't even think about it as I lowered him onto it... The pup whimpered as a pierced his cunt lips and entered him raw. To say he got fucked raw was an understatement. His hole was completely soaked.
"Holy fuck." Mark muttered. "You're fucking him raw."
I guess we never talked about it... but that was the way I liked to fuck. Granted, this was before PrEP, so I was used to wearing condoms. I myself was undetectable and had been for a long time, but the attitude towards raw sex then wasn't the same. But finding a young bareback pig was hard. I wasn't going to pass this one up.
I continued to bounce the boy on my big raw 9 incher. But I began to notice my pubic hair was matted full of cum. I found my voice and confidence as I was gliding into this pup's hole. "How many men actually fucked you tonight... pig." I muttered.
"Three." He answered as he continued to ride me, panting from the exertion, or the lust. I wasn't sure.
"All raw?" I asked. But I already knew. I could see my cock was coated in white cum... another man's (or men's) cum.
"I think so..." he mumbled. "My pussy was just so hungry..."
"Smile," John said. He had apparently gone to get his phone and was taking a picture of the thick muscle boy posted on my raw cock. The boy smiled and gave a small cute flex, leaning back to expose the raw cock in his cunt. To this day, it's one of my favorite pictures. Especially with all the cum collected at the base of my cock.
The boy pulled off my cock with a plop as a stream of cum continued to leak from his abused hole. I grabbed him by his neck and put him on all fours across the coach. John got in position on the other side, his thick cock begging for attention. The pup didn't need to be told what to do. I stood up myself and positioned myself behind the boy before reentering. "That's a velvety cunt, kid." I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. He moaned in support.
"He tight back there?" Mark asked as he stroked his cock and watched from the couch.
"Not even a little." I answered truthfully as I continued to plow the kid's hole. The cum leaking out had began to make squelching sounds as I rhythmically fucked in and out of him.
"Good." Mark responded.
We continued plugging the kid's hole for a while, and I was definitely getting close. When I get close. I get verbal. It was the scene. The Cialis. The cocaine. Everything brought up a torrent of energy and aggression in me. "You like this big granddaddy dick plugging your cunt, pup?" I asked. He moaned in approval. Even Mark seemed to be jerking his cock big 8 inch cock faster. "You want granddaddy to dump his big load in your muscle pussy? Knock you up?" I continued, picking up my pace of fucking. The boy pulled off John's cock. "Fuck dude, that's such a beautiful cock." John then held some fresh poppers under his nose before forcing the boy back onto his cock.
"Good. I'm gonna dump a big poz load in your cunt, pup." I snarled instinctively. I don't know why I said it. I saw John's eyes grow wide in surprise. But he had his hand firmly on the boy's neck, forcing him down deeper onto his cock. But at that point it was too late. I grabbed his thick waist and slammed as deep as I could into his pussy. I must have emptied six or seven volleys of cum into the kid's hole. As I came down, it took me a moment to realize what I had said...
The boy pulled off John's cock and looked back. I looked him in the face to gauge his expression, to see if he had fear or anger in his eyes. But he didn't. His eyes looked glazed over with that slut hunger that I had seen in many boys... did he even hear what I said? My softened cock fell from the boy's hole along with a drizzle of cum.
I looked over to Mark and John, expecting them to comment. But they weren't looking at me. They had that same hungry look as the boy. Mark was furiously beating his cock. He stood up suddenly from his side of the couch and held the pup's neck. "Turn around slut." He muttered, still beating his cock. The boy turned to face the back side of the couch, exposing his used hole.
"You like that big poz load in that cunt, boy?" Mark growled, running his fingers around the boy's abused pussy lips. The pup moaned. "Yeah..."
It was my turn to be surprised. It all happened so fast. Mark pushed the boy forward and held his cock against the boy's pussy lips as he started to shoot six or seven volleys of thick white cum all over the boy's ass. Picture perfect. The boy was bent over with his beautiful ass cheeks glazed with cum. Mark surprised me further. He rubbed his cock through his own cum and pushed his fat dick right up the boy's hole. The boy moaned, clearly enjoying the experience. Mark gave a few pumps before pulling out and falling back on to the couch.
"Look back, slut." John said. He had apparently gone to retrieve the camera. The pup turned around, giving a smirk as John captured his face, beefy ass, and used pussy in another picture.
John put the phone down and approached the boy's still exposed hole. Pushing his legs farther apart. "You ready for another load kid...? Got to earn that keep."
To be continued.