One of the Hottest Fucks Ever

I never keep pictures of the men I fuck. And I have fucked some beautiful men. Muscular men. Model men. Incredible 10s that just seem unattainable by a geek like me. Yet I have fucked them, bred them, and left a little bit of myself inside every one.

Above you can see my X-Files folder from my computer. I've blurred his photo out just enough so he'll recognize it. I'm not obsessed. It just was one of the hottest fucks I've ever had.

I'd posted on Craigslist back in 2006. He'd responded and we'd done the usual dance determining whether each of us was a flake or not. The basic set up was for him to arrive, the front door unlocked, him to come upstairs, undress, I'd fuck him and he'd go.

Then I got his pic. I never thought he'd actually show up. I'm pretty ordinary and as many sluts as I've fucked, this was not the ordinary ilk of bottoms. He was a 10. Moreover, his deep baritone voice didn't have a hint of lilt. He continued to profess his like of girls. And even as he removed his clothing and his smooth but firm body surrounded me, I had no doubt this was new to him.

He was awkward in how two men could move together. Yet, he knew how to aim his asshole toward my hard, dripping rod. He was nervous, I could tell. But proficient. Like he'd had a cock in his ass before.

I will never forget the conflict in his voice over whether or not I would breed him. I heard it again today, but that's another story.

I've never fucked a Fleshlight. Still, that's where I need to start to begin describing his ass and how it felt. Not artificial at all. Very, very fleshy and soft. For such a firm body, the inside of his ass felt... I'll say it... fat. His ass molded around my seven inches. I think every square millimeter of my cock touched his ass.

Electric. I cannot describe it any better than that. His incredible body. My bony yet flabby pale skin. His tanned warm skin. I remember his breath, how hot. His smell of straight boy manliness with a husky overtone of day-old sweat. I loved it.

It didn't take long. I knew that it would be risky whether he would let me load him. Despite the pure ecstasy, I could see in his face, I knew it might not happen. I'd assured him more than once of my disease-free status, although let's be honest -- no one can ever be sure.

I made my choice and through his groans, I silently released my load. I never stopped my motions. My years of practice makes it easy for me to release it without a hitch. I am quiet. In fact, I don't fuck some guys because they want a verbal top. I'm not one. But I am effective.

After the pleasure subsided, I moved him to fuck him on his back. It's always good to change position because the addition of the cum may make the bottom suspicious of the feel of the extra lube added. Because I stay hard, I continued to fuck. I pushed my seed deeper into him. I fucked for another five minutes before alerting him I was close.

It just takes a little irregular breathing and some grunts to fool the best. Yes, I faked an orgasm. But when I leaned over to tell him he was getting my load, it was a little white lie. He'd already gotten it.

He left. We chatted. We texted. I fucked and bred him again. Then he disappeared for a while. But I kept his photo. Not as some psychopathic memento of breeding straight or bi ass. Believe me, I've bred plenty. I didn't keep it because he was a 10. I've bred 10s. I really don't know why I kept it. A soft spot? If I was soft, would I have bred him? Spread my DNA deep into those fatty bowels of his?

I don't know. But he's back. And now I can be sure when I breed him, I will tell him at that moment. I will let him know about the little bits of myself I'm leaving inside him.