Breeding Blondie

I’m leaning against the wall sipping at my drink when I catch his eye again. His eyes dart away but it’s too late, I’ve caught him. It’s not the first time I’ve caught him looking and he knows it. Even from across the room, I can feel it every single time he tries to steal a glance at me like his eyes are drilling holes through me.

I can’t blame the kid for looking. Maybe it’s the fact I left a couple of buttons undone to show off my tanned hairy chest. Maybe it’s the pants that can barely contain my bulge even when it’s fully soft, just aching to be released. Maybe its my stubble and he’s wondering what it would be like to feel it tickling his taint. I don’t know what it is, but something keeps bringing his gaze back to me. It’s like he wants to look anywhere else in the room. Hell, anywhere else in the world, but he can’t. There might be a hundred other guys in this club, but he doesn’t want them. He wants me. I know where this is headed, it’s only a matter of time.

I grin to myself and take another sip of my drink. I decide that if this guy looks at me just one more time, then it’s a sign and I’m making him mine. Sure enough, only a couple of minutes pass and he turns from awkwardly dancing with his friend to check I’m still here, which of course I am. It’s fate, then.

I wait until he turns and I move from my spot to another corner of the bar. It’s dark and although I can see him, I know he won’t be able to spot me unless he really tries. Like clockwork, he turns to look to the spot where I stood just minutes prior. The flashing lights don’t offer great visibility, but they’re enough to paint the disappointed look etched on his face clear as day. He sees the spot where I was and that it’s now empty. Damn kid looks like a puppy that’s just been told he can’t have a bone. Well, that’s what he thinks anyway, for now. I smirk and wonder how long I should let his misery continue. He stands on his tiptoes and scans the dancefloor. Fuck, he’s really looking for me, the kid is hooked on me. When he finds no trace of me, he frowns and allows his shoulders to slump in disappointment. He necks the final drops of his drink and heads for the bar. Time to put him out of his misery.

I slip between the bumping and grinding bodies on the dance floor, making a beeline directly for my number one fan. A handful of guys try to make eye contact with me, to get my attention. One even grabs my arm and tries to stop me from walking straight past him. It’s no use, I’ve picked my toy for tonight.

He’s leaning against the bar and in the time it takes me to cross the dance floor and approach him, several other guys have came and ordered even though he was waiting before them. The kid just isn’t catching the bartender’s eye and he seems quite happy to stand there and wait even if he dies of thirst in the meantime. His eyes are transfixed on the several barmen who are actively ignoring him, his head following them from left to right as they pass by him retrieving bottles and shaking cocktail mixers.

I take the spot next to him and lean on the bar. His eyes drift towards me just for a moment before they pull away. He does a double take and turns back to me with newly widened eyes. He recognizes me right away. Maybe it’s the lights but I swear his cheeks redden as soon as me realizes it’s me. His eyes fall to the countertop and he begins to trace invisible circles on it with his fingertip.

“You were looking at me.” I figure it’s best not to beat around the bush.

“What? No. I think you’ve got the wrong guy.” He shakes his head and there’s no doubt now, the poor thing is blushing like crazy.

Up close, I’m getting a much better view of him. His blue eyes, his blonde hair that twists into neat little curls at the end, his pale and perfectly smooth skin with not even the slightest hint of facial hair in sight. I make him out to be about twenty, the textbook definition of a twink if ever I saw one.

“We both know I don’t. You’ve been looking at me all night, I’ve seen you.” I flash him a smirk.

He opens his mouth to offer verbal self-defense and for a second no sound comes out, like the audio is lagging on a pirated movie. “I swear, I wasn’t looking. Or I didn’t mean to if I was.”

“You weren’t, huh? Why not? Is there something wrong with me?” I take a step back, spread my legs a little further apart and open my arms to give him a clear view.

He eyes me up and down, his eyes pausing, perhaps unintentionally, on the bulge straining against the crotch of my pants. It makes the blush worse.

“No, not at all. You’re–”

“–I’m what?” I cock an eyebrow at him.

“You’re…perfectly handsome.” He bites his lip and I can tell he’s internally kicking himself right now.

“Handsome, huh? I guess I’ll take that. You’re pretty easy on the eye yourself.” I hit him with a wink that I just know will make his heart miss a beat and his cock harden a little. That doesn’t really matter, it’s not his cock I’m interested in.

” Ehh, thanks I guess.” He licks his lips but not in a seductive way, more in a way that tells me he’s nervous as hell and the inside of his mouth must feel like a ball of cotton wool right now.

It’s time we stop talking and I give him what he’s so desperately craving. I nod towards the bathrooms and depart the bar. I glance back and he’s hesitant, but he follows me.

Inside the bathroom the music still blares on the dancefloor, but it’s a little quieter and I can hear myself think for the first time all night. He slinks into the bright room behind me like I’m giving him a tour and he’s scared to pass me. I spin on my heels and push him back against the door, he hits it with a thud. I’m about half a foot taller than him so it’s easy to pin him against the door and hold him there. I drop a little and press my lips against his. They’re every bit as soft and sweet as I imagined. I’m not feeling the whole slow and sensual thing tonight, so I bury my tongue inside his mouth and probe every inch of it. He freezes, like he can’t believe any of this is happening.

I pull away and the disappointment in those big blue eyes of his almost plucks at my heart strings, almost.

“Why’d you stop?” He pants. That’s more like it.

I grin before making his mouth mine again. I push my tongue over his and finally he returns the favour. His movements are slight and delicate, like he’s scared to kiss me back hard, it only makes me bury my tongue further down his throat. I fumble until I find his hand, I pull it and plant it on my bulge. It’s not hard yet, but it’s swelling and every time I force my tongue down his throat and make him whimper, it makes my cock harden just a little more. The second his palm presses against my hardening shaft, the blonde twink, who I think I’ll call blondie, lets out a meek whimper. I wonder if it’s the first time he’s felt a cock that isn’t his, for a split second I consider asking him if it is, but then think better of it, choosing a less probing question instead.

“What do you think?” I press his hand harder against my bulge.

He gasps for air, making the most of the fact that his mouth of now free of my tongue. “Err, it feels big.”

“Well, I’m sure you can guess what that means. If it feels big then that’s because–”

“–It is big,” he whispers.

I chuckle and press my forehead against his, letting my warm breath tickle his moist lips. “Bingo.”

I pull back and spin him around so he’s facing the door, before shoving him against it again. I glance down and take in the side of his bubble butt, wrapped up in his blue denim skinny jeans like a piece of candy just waiting to be devoured. I press my body against him and allow his ass to feel my still growing cock press against it.

“What if someone comes in?” He still sounds like he’s struggling for air.

I consider telling him he’s currently pinned against the only entrance to the bathroom, but then decide to play nice and offer him just a little more reassurance. I take his wrist and drag him to a stall, slamming the door shut and locking it once we’re both inside. I pin him against the stall door and resume my inspection of blondie’s ass. As I press against him, my cock throbs between his peachy cheeks, only two thin layers of denim separating those intimate parts of our bodies, not for long though. I reach around and find his button on the first attempt. With one hand and a simple flick of the thumb his button comes undone and he gasps at just how easily I’ve done it. He isn’t the first twink I’ve railed in a club bathroom and he won’t be the last. I pull down his zip and drop his jeans. He offers no resistance or verbal interaction. Blondie just stands there, face against the stall, panting, legs open, ass exposed. I lift his shirt a little to get a proper look at his ass and fuck. His tight little cheeks really are just begging me to split them and then split him.

I wrap my arm around him and my finger meets his lips. Instantly, they part and I slide my finger in his mouth. Like the little slut I knew he would be, he sucks on my finger like a lollipop, getting it nice and wet. I’m not sure if he’s even realised it yet, but I have every intention of fingering him using only his own spit as lube. He eagerly sucks on my index finger, swirling his tongue around it and bobbing his head like he’s just desperate to please me.

Once my finger is practically dripping I pull it out and in seconds it finds its way to his hole. I pause as my fingertip prods against the entrance. This boy is fucking tight. He gasps as he feels the contact, I linger and don’t slide in just yet. I’m going to tease him, make him wait. I run my finger around the hole, smiling at just how perfectly smooth it is. I drag my finger back and forth from left to right and back again, pushing in just a little as it glides over his entrance but not pushing in.

“Do you want it?” I whisper in his ear. He nods.

I paused my finger again over his hole and finally push it in. He groans as for the first time that night, a part of me slides inside him. There’s no going back now. I push until my knuckle hits his flesh then curl my finger inside his hole, prodding against his walls. He lets out another whimper and if one little flick of the finger elicits this kind of moaning, I wonder what nine inches of cock will do to him.

I slide in and out and blondies tight little hole clings to my finger for dear life. I spit on my hand and offer his hole another finger which it accepts. Tight but greedy, just the way I like it. With two fingers now side by side inside the boy, his hole is starting to resist me, stubbornly refusing to stretch and let me in. But it’s gonna have to. I pull my fingers apart and make a v shape, forcing blondies hole to widen to accommodate my fingers.

“Oh fuck. I don’t know if I can–”

“–You can.” I reassure him as a third finger snakes inside between his legs. I glance down and his pink hole is literally wrapped around my fingers. It is airtight. I bury my fingers knuckledeep and his knees knock together. The sounds of his moaning are interrupted by the creak and the thud of the bathroom door opening and closing. Footsteps cross the room and come to a halt at the urinals opposite the stall where blondie’s ass is getting worked on.

I pause while I’m still inside him. Knowing he’s a noisy boy, I slap a hand across his open mouth to muffle the imminent moans and resume my exploration of his ass, sliding three fingers in and out. He lets out a groan just like I knew he would but the worst of it is muffled by my hand across his mouth. I keep stretching him as the visitor’s zip goes up before he washes his hands and departs the bathroom, leaving me in peace to continue teasing blondie’s hole.

I pull all three fingers out and offer his ass a slap as a congratulations for surviving the initial test.

He takes a second to catch his breath before turning to face me with shaking legs. I can see now that my assault on his hole has hardened his cock and set the precum dripping from it. I figure it’s only fair that since his is out mine should be too. I glance down at my bulge and then make eye contact with him, offering him an inviting smirk. I can’t wait to see the look on his face.

He sucks air into his lungs and licks his lip before awkwardly fumbling with my button until it eventually comes loose. He tugs at my jeans and manages to pull them down, along with my boxers. My cock springs free and nine inches of rock hard flesh are now out in the open, available for him to taste and explore before it inevitably gets buried inside him.

He just stands there, eyes and mouth wide agape, gawking at my meat like he’s never seen a cock before. He lets out a sigh of disbelief and brings his eyes up to meet mine.

“Now you see why it felt big.” I place a hand on top of his head. I don’t push him down, but offer him a little encouragement to head in the right direction — south. He drops to his knees and he’s face to face with the tip of my shaft now. He freezes. I decide to take the lead again. I slap my cock against his cheek and the thud as this boy gets meat-slapped is like music to my fucking ears. Is there a better sound in the world? I slap the shaft against his cheek a few more times before rubbing the quickly moistening tip over his lips. Giving him his first taste of me. His lips part. I snake inside. I feed him a couple of inches before his mouth seizes up and he begins to gag already. There must be about seven inches to go. This cannot be his limit. I place a hand on the back of his head and push my hips against him, managing to snake another two inches of cock inside his mouth, that’s four altogether now.

He coughs and splutters as about half of my dick now fills his little mouth. I hold in place, recognizing his limits and deciding not to force any more meat down his throat. He works his tongue over the bottom of my shaft and the wetness and warmth of it feels delicious to me.

“Good fucking boy. Lick that cock.” I run my hands through his hair, hoping my words can encourage him.

It works. His head bobs up and down a little and although he can only manage half my length, his wet lips wrapped around my shaft get me throbbing and my veins bulging. I throw my head back and groan as his hand cups my heavy balls. Now blondie is getting it. Now we’re getting somewhere. He cups my balls and offers them the occasional tug, pulling on them and feeling the weight of their fullness in the palm of my hand.

My hand, returns to its place on the back of his head. He shuts his eyes tight, clearly he now has the ability to anticipate to know what’s coming. I pull his head in as I push my hips forward, making another attempt to explore his throat further. We manage another inch but at five inches of meat stuffing his throat I realise we’ve reached blondies limit. There are tears streaming down his cheeks and those blue eyes are looking up at me, begging for air. He’s gagging and choking and there’s a beautifully disgusting mess of saliva and precum pouring down his chin. I hold still for a second, savouring the pained look in his eyes as they glare up at me and wait for me to allow him to breathe.

I oblige him. I pull back and the fat head of my cock exits his lips with a satisfying pop. Between his lips and my cockhead, there’s a thick white rope of precum tethering us together. Before it can break I catch it with my finger, twirling my finger so the juice wraps around it. I slip my finger back inside his mouth, feeding him just a little more precum, determined not to let anything go to waste here. As my fingers finds its way between his cum soaked red lips, they wrap around it, and his eyes look up to find mine. Something in them just screams “Look at me daddy, I’m doing this for you.” He’s certainly giving this is all, it’s commendable.

I rub the tip against his lips again and he knows not to test me, his lips part and his tongue swirls around the tip of my cock. Soaking up every drop of precum. He wraps his lips around my cock again and slurps on the tip while wrapping his right hand around the shaft, jacking me as quickly as he can. His efforts earn a groan from me as I enjoy the view of blondie working on his cock with this hand-mouth combo. I’m rock hard now. My veins are pulsing and my shaft is absolutely throbbing. As good as those soft lips of his feel around my cock, they’re not enough. You see, my dick needs to be properly buried inside something to be happy, and we’ve clearly tested his throat and it’s not ready to swallow me.

I pull out. There’s that popping sound again. He looks up at me with a frown, perhaps afraid he’s done something wrong.

“Good job. Now get up and turn around.”

He obeys. He climbs to his feet and turns to face the stall door. I take my drenched cock in hand and spit on the tip, adding my own saliva to the mix down there. I rest my chin on his shoulder as I lean my body into his. As if by nature, my cockhead presses against his still wet hole. I’m practically quivering in anticipation being to close to being in him now, but not quite buried within him yet.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.” He whimpers.

“What do you want?”

“I want your cock.”

“Where do you want it?” I’m determined to make him spell it out.

“I think you know. Why do I have to say it?” he’s practically pleading with me.

“Because I want to hear you say it. Don’t be scared, own up to what you want, what you need.”

I hear him suck in a deep breath, then there’s silence while he gathers the courage to say it. “I want your cock inside my ass. I want you to fuck me.” His voice trails off as he finally vocalizes his desire. I’ve known what he wanted from the second he laid eyes on me on the dance floor. But to finally hear him say it, fuck. It spurs me on, feeds me, drives me. This poor thing is about to get ruined.

I don’t speak, I push in. His hole parts and my cockhead pushes inside, spreading him and stretching him further than he’s ever been stretched before. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I let out a growl in ecstasy as every inch of his hole wraps around my cock. So warm, so wet, so tight. It’s heaven. I grunt directly in his ear to let him know how good he’s making me feel, and he moans in return, so I guess taking me up his ass is making him feel good to. I press onwards and the next time I look down half my cock is buried inside him. That’s when he begins to struggle. His moans grow higher and higher and I’m starting to feel resistance. Clearly he’s never taken a dick quite like mine.

“You’re doing so good, opening up for me. Can you take more?”

“Mm hmm.”

I accept his answer. I take each of his ass cheeks in my hands and spread them to watch my cock disappear inside his hole. I can see the soft pink flesh gripping my veiny shaft, clinging to it as I stretch him. I push another inch inside and then another one. I can’t stop now. Once it’s all in then I’ll give him time to breathe but right now I just need every fucking inch of myself up in his guts.

His moans grow louder and he pounds his fist against the stall door as I reach somewhere deep inside him. He’s bottoming out as I dig into his hole. Finally, my pubes brush against his hairless ass, my balls meet his taint and I’m ballsdeep inside blondie. He’s taken every inch of me and his hole will never be the same.

I pant into his ear. “How does that feel? You’re taking it all.”

“It’s… a lot.”

I can’t decide if that’s good or bad, until I see the smile spread across his face. I rock my hips and massage his insides with my cock. I’m worried that if I thrust right away I’ll break him, mentally and physically. His hole needs time to stretch for me, he needs to catch his breath and get used to the burn of being pushed to his limits. I spread his cheeks again and practically drool as I behold the sight of his hole wrapped around every inch of me. I pull out just an inch and spit on the base of my shaft before pushing back inside, watching my saliva disappear inside him along with my meat.