Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Runt

This kid is hot. He’s a runt—small and skinny. But he’s a beautiful runt. His eyebrows are dark and thick, and give the impression he’s got a long way to go, to grow into them. His hair’s a mess, but only because I’ve been running my hands through it, just to enjoy the sensations of its length flicking across the sensitive webs of my fingers. His features are dark. He’s told me his mother was Brazilian. But his skin is pale and white, almost ghostly in the dark.

When he kisses, he keeps his eyes closed. He looks like he’s dreaming.

We’re in the back of my car. It’s not night, but it’s dark. Pitch black before six in the evening. I’ve been to this parking lot before with the Latin boy in the truck, last autumn. There’s almost no traffic coming in and out of the entrance from the sleepy neighborhood street nearby. That suits my purposes just fine.

I’m driving into his hole. He’s kicked off his pants, but he still has on a pair of thick, woolen socks. His thin legs wave helplessly in the air as I enter his hole. He’s tight, but I can tell from the way his chute opens and cedes to my stiff meat that he’s been used before. “That’s it,” I whisper to him.

He sighs. He’s happy. His legs crook and clasp around my back. His eyes are still closed as he surrenders his mouth to mine. My perch on the back seat is tenuous at best, but I make the best of it, and push in as hard as I can, until he gasps, and opens those big, brown eyes.

When he looks at me, it’s through a haze of lust and sensation. He probably doesn’t even remember my name. I don’t really give a shit. “You like that?” I ask. The words seem obscenely out of place as they break the stillness.

“Yes,” he says. He licks his lips and swallows. “Dude, don’t stop.”

I have no intentions of stopping.

I’ve complained before about Grindr in my area—that app that’s become the ubiquitous hookup tool for gay men with smartphones and GPS has never really worked for me. Once I get into Manhattan, I’m barraged by hookup requests. But out in the ‘burbs, where I live, it’s not of much use. I’ve had more hookups through Instagram, a photo-sharing app, than I have through Grindr. (And it’s not like the arty snapshots I post on Instagram are racy in tone, either.) But this guy contacted me through Grindr only a couple of hours before. He had no photo. He told me he had no place to fuck. And no car. It was the trifecta of loserishness, basically—and then he sent me his photos.

The first was of himself sitting on a sofa, head bowed to show off his thick dark hair. He wore nothing but a red plaid shirt and a pair of tighty-whities. His pale legs were crossed, and made even whiter by the proximity of the flash. Then he sent me a photo of his face. He’s a beautiful boy. So I said yes.

Fucking in the back seat of a car is the compromise we’re making. He doesn’t care. He just wants the cock. My cords are around my ankles, my boots still on. I’ve got my flannel shirt unbuttoned. It hangs around his hips and chest, as he jerks and twitches and pulls every bottom’s trick in the book to get my shaft deeper into his hole. Every once in a while the angle at which I’m hitting him will shift. He’ll grunt with pain. I’ll see it flicker across his face, feel his body flinch. But he doesn’t stop. Even when it hurts, he still wants to be filled. He needs to be used.

The knowledge makes me stab him hard. My dick seems to double in size. “So why can’t you host?” I ask him. “Think how hot this would be in a bed.”

The runt’s head is lolling like a broken doll. With every thrust, it bangs against the door. He’s panting slightly. His little dick, uncut and definitely a bottom’s cock, is oozing a snail’s trail across his hoodie. “I . . . live . . . with . . . people,” he pants out, a little at a time.


Lives with his fucking parents, I’m thinking to myself, but I don’t say anything. It’s not like I really give a crap. All I really care about is keeping the screw going. The car was warm mere minutes before, all the way from where I’d picked him up downtown and on the drive here, but with the motor off, its interior was growing steadily chillier and damper from our heavy breathing. The windows are fogging up, around the bottoms.

“God, you’re so . . . big!” he grunts. He looks like he’s in pain. I like that look on his face. Because no matter how much distress is causing him, he still wants more and more of it. He’s got one hand on the back of the driver’s seat, and the other helplessly clutching a seatbelt. He uses the leverage to lift up his hips and drive them against me, trying to get more dick, more sensation, more pain. His face contorts when I shove my cold fingers up beneath his clothing and twist his nipples. He looks like he needs a bullet to bit, or a wad of leather to shove between his teeth to cope with the pain. He wants it though. Every twist of his hips tells me that, every gasp and labored breath writes that story plain.

To an observer, it might look as if he’s trying to wrestle me off. He’s still trying to get me in deeper, though. His hands shove at me, but it’s so he can position me in a way he can lie more on his back. His skinny hips buck me, but not to shove me away. He’s not in control, though. I am. I drive home and hold it there, sadistically swelling my meat to make him gasp.

Too much. He’s shooting. There’s no warning. One moment he’s trying to cope with my big dick, the next he’s spilling a load all over his sweatshirt. The sensation of his ass contorting around my dick makes me decide it’s time. I’m close. “You want the load?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says, eyes closed. There’s need in his voice.

“Where do you want it?” I ask. He doesn’t have much of an option. I just want to hear him say the words.

“In my ass,” he whimpers. “Please. Come in me.”

I’m closer still. “If you want this load, tell me who you live with,” I say.

"I—"

"Tell me," I growl.

“With my folks,” he admits. “I still live with my folks.”

The information’s irrelevant by now. I don’t care. All I know is that my dick’s on fire. My load gushes out almost painfully, filling the boy’s ass. He welcomes it with a smile and a half-laugh, as if he can’t believe he got exactly what he wanted. I feel his fingers scrabbling around the outside of his hole, where my dick is slopping him up. “Fuck yes,” he whispers. “Fuck yes.” Then he says the words over and over, in a soft, appreciative sigh. Fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes, until his lips make the words without sound.

The car smells like semen when I drive him home. I feel something on my shoulder. His head rests on me. His beautiful eyes are closed, dreaming again. He’s soft, and seems to weigh no more than a feather.

I let him doze. He stays there almost all the way home.

31 comments:

  1. Lucky runt. Lucky cock.

    Congrats, this seemed like an especially hot one.

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    1. Beautiful on so many levels.

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    2. Thought you'd appreciate it, Joey Dee. Thanks.

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  2. Nice hook up with some hot action. I think ot is kind of funny how you made the kid say he lives with his parents, amd how he withheld the information in the first place. Glad you had fun.

    -Ace

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    1. It really makes no difference to me, Ace, but obviously it was a point of pride with him.

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    2. I can understand the pride issue. But really, when I was living with my mom this summer, I just told people. Then again, Maine is in such a bad place economically that I was talking to guys in their mid-thirties still living at home. I just liked how you got him to admit it.

      -Ace

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  3. Cold air and hot sex sounds so erotic.

    Until towards the end I was thinking you need to let him know it's his parents that he lives with and that you aren't fooled.

    Like Ace, I like how you got him to admit it right at his weakest moment with your hard cock in him, and by the tone of your voice. A fine example of the power you had over him.

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    1. I'm not fond of cold in any form, actually!

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  4. That was amazing seriously I was "interested" for beginning to end. Living with parents is kind of embarrassing in our society so I understand why he would not want to share the info. I've been with kids who live at home and its hard getting in the mood when you're both worried about being walked in on. Do you find a lot of younger guys want to get bred you?

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    1. Blackwatch,

      Yes, I get a lot of young guys who want me. I hit 40 and the daddy vibe just turned on strong with them, for some reason. I'm not objecting!

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  5. "The car smells like semen when I drive him home ..." That's poetry, Rob. And his tight twink hole throbbed as your seed drained out of it that night. Another great story. Marky

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  6. You're still amazing at what you do, man. I can feel the lust wafting off the page. Reading about your sessions is an experience that's beyond sexual for me. It's somehow spiritual the way you connect so deeply (yes, pun intended) with these men. The unbridled desire they have for you, your thick meat, your seed...whew! I'd love to give you my hole and dick, bro. Maybe one day.

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    1. A guy can hope, Bator. Thanks for the compliments. I appreciate them all.

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  7. Rob my dear friend,
    That is another amazing post you wrote there man. You always give us great adventures that you lived and gives us the pleasure to feel every sensations that you put in there. You didn't have much space to do it but you managed it very well. Just want to tell you not to stop those awesome posts that you are giving us each time. Take care sexy man.

    Yves

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    1. Yves, you write the best comments. Thank you.

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  8. Great story - just missed one word in there "condom".

    Sorry to be a spoilsport but how irresponsible? Great example you're giving that young guy here....

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    1. My journal is about the sex I have. Not the sex that you want me to have, nor the sex you believe is only responsible to have. It's about my sex life.

      I'm sure you enjoy the brief glow of superiority you get from such passive-aggressive comments, but please know I won't be publishing them in the future. If descriptions of real-world sex distress you, there are other outlets at which I'm sure you'd be happier.

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  9. Hey Rob,

    Car Sex is Amazing! I have really enjoyed car sex and having the extra thrill of the possibility of being caught adds to the pleasure of sex.

    Glad that you were able to breed the runt and got him to admit that he still lived with his parents. Hope you get to breed him again soon!

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    1. VersRAW,

      Hey, any sex is good, car or whatnot. This time of year, though, in a cold climate, car sex can be dicey!

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  10. Hey Rob, love your stories.
    I was wonderinng if you have heard anything from MRGHJ. I enjoyed his stories and pictures.
    Keep up your good work. I look forward to reading them.
    Tom

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    1. Tom, I haven't heard anything from that asshole since he went freakjob nuts on me and sent dozens of abusive comments and emails to my account telling me that I was a fraud and a fake and that he was going to expose me to the world, and encouraged his readers to follow suit.

      As far as I'm concerned, I hope he's somewhere where he can stay on his much-needed meds.

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  11. Hmm, thought I'd commented but apparently not...unless it was somehow offensive, in which case I apologize.

    At any rate: this is extremely hot. Love to see a pic of your cock sliding into his ass.

    And "Anonymous Jan 25, 2012 11:01 PM" is a bozo. What the hell does he think "Breeder" means, anyway?

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    1. It either didn't come through, Jnk, or my fat fingers accidentally deleted it on my phone (though I don't think I've done that lately).

      I'd like to see a pic of that myself, but this was one of those instances in which I had better things to do than search for my camera and aim and shoot with it.

      Yeah, the anonymous commenter is one of the many who come here to get off—whether mentally or physically—but can't do so without reconciling their 'bad' urges by parroting the 'good' toe-the-line mentality. Fuck that.

      I don't require that everyone agree with what I do, but show some respect and leave the sanctimony at home.

      Of course, I suspect I'm preaching to the choir with you. Thanks, Jnk!

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  12. wow-hot and sexy as usual. I wonder-chubby guy that I am, could you take my cherry and make me cum the first time?

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  13. I love the contrast between raw and hot and sexy to utterly sweet. It's very endearing to me and I wish more men had those qualities.

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  14. I love how you can be all hot carnal pleasure and utterly sweet the next. It's hugely endearing and I wish more men had all of those qualities :-)


    Matthew

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  15. Ps: I apologize for the double comment lol. My iPhone was acting bizarre last night and I didn't think it went through but it did lol.

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  16. What the hell is a 'bottom's cock'?

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