Breeding at the Fitness Club

Breeding at the Fitness Club—Chapter 8

With mutual words of admiration, our kisses became more passionate. I rolled atop him and continued kissing. My hands cupped his face and kissed more. His legs rose and he locked his ankles over my back. My hard dick slid up and down his deep ass trench. It felt so good to be this close to him, but not yet entering him. My hip motions were slow. I didn't need to consummate the sex act quite yet. Our hard chests rubbed together as my dick started to leak precum, lubing up his hard ass canyon. Within moments, he couldn't take the teasing that my hard dick was giving him as I slipped and slid over his hungry pucker. His right hand grasped my dick and aimed me at his back door. My big dickhead opened his back door and parted his ass lips. His love tunnel beckoned me deeper. I intended to go slowly, but Marcus had both hands on my hips now. There was little point in resisting the pressure he applied to force me deeper.

Our intense moaning showed how much we enjoyed our joining. His hands remained on my ass as I slowly pumped in and out in long, deep strokes. Marcus wasn't using his ass muscles like he usually did to make me nutt in his ass. Instead, his hands on my ass pulled me hard against his upturned butt and served to get me far too close to my climax. The passion of our kissing made me grind my pubes into his tender asshole. My need to breed was rapidly overtaking my desire to hold back and make love to him for several minutes. My pace slowed again, but, Marcus was having none of that. He worked at pulling me hard into him at a more rapid tempo than I could withstand.

"I'm gonna nutt if you don't stop that, Marcus," I warned in a hoarse croak.

"I want you to breed me, Mike," he insisted. "I want all your baby-making sauce as deep in my ass as you can shoot it. The deeper you go, the more baby gravy I'll keep inside me. There will be more opportunity for us to make babies if you do that," he smiled and kissed me again.

With a final lunge into him, my hard, throbbing dick jerked and sprayed a massive load into him. My heavy nuts were no longer slapping against his tailbone, but were drawn up tight against the base of my firing dick. I pumped and slammed into his ass with each climax wave. Gallons of my cream jetted deeply into his hungry hole. Even after my climax waned, I couldn't stop fucking him, nor could he stop pulling me into his well-bred ass.

"Keep fucking me, Mike!" he yelled. "I want all that nutt in my butt. Don't even think about pulling out. I want it ALL! Ah, FUCK!" he bellowed, spraying both of us with his nutt as I filled his ass with mine. I matched him stream for stream of creamy sperm. The only difference was his load coated both of us; mine spray-painted his love tunnel sides.

He needn't tell me that, I thought. I was pumping as much sperm into him as I had. And I was making sure it was going deep and staying deep. The more I fucked, the better it felt. We broke our passionate kiss as my climax finally ended, and I smiled down at him. "That what you have in mind, Baby?" I asked.

Marcus caught his breath before he replied, "Oh, yeah," he sighed, but he was still not letting me pull out of his well-fucked ass. "That made a baby boy for sure."

"As much cum as I pumped into you, we'll be having a litter of boys," I laughed.

"If only that were true," Marcus replied, pulling my face down for another kiss. "We'd have the best looking babies in the world, with huge dicks, pumping out massive loads. And they'd have hot bodies and hungry manholes."

"They'll probably start having sex with each other well before they are old enough. All that incest can't be good for their little psyches," I surmised.

"We'll worry about that later. Right now, I want to keep enjoying what we have with your big dick in my ass and my butt full of cum," Marcus smiled. "I do wonder if our babies will be like us, though: oversexed and in constant need of breeding."

"That would be way too much like us. Besides, I don't think their little libidos would care about that sort of thing until their hormones start raging," I postulated.

Marcus laughed at me. "Here we are going on and on about our babies, and there is no chance it will ever happen." He paused for a moment in thought. "But, I do want to keep trying," he leered.

"Are you sure we can't have babies? Perhaps, the problem is you, not me. And we'll need to have you fuck me more to be sure."

"That is possible, but I'm not giving up one chance to fuck that pretty ass of yours," Marcus said. "And, uh, I'm sorry about spraying my load all over both of us. It was intended for your ass, but you fucked it out of me."

"It won't go to waste, I assure you," I countered as I pulled slowly from his ass and started to lick his load from his chest and abs. He turned beneath me and started licking cum from my chest and abs, too. Only moments later, I was sucking some of my cream from his ass while he cleaned cum from my dick.

After our tongue bath, we lay next to one another. "I think you didn't finish your college story," Marcus prompted me.

"Oh, I guess I didn't. Well, Al and I fucked a couple more times that first night. The next morning, we hit the showers and were about to fuck in there again when someone came in. We didn't do a very good job of hiding our hard dicks (not that we were really trying) and this new guy was all over us from the start. He played with both of us until he turned his ass toward me and started sucking on Al's dick. With all that foreplay, I was about ready to burst, so I wasn't very long in his ass. And this guy wasn't used to my size, so it did take a couple minutes to get all the way inside him. But, he was so tight; I had no choice about when I'd nutt. It was all over in another minute. He pulled away from me and wanted Al to load his ass up, too. He said that he chose me first because he didn't think he could take Al's super-thick dick first. He needed me to loosen him up. At that point, I didn't need the explanation. I'd already bred him.

"So, I finished my shower and walked back to our room, allowing Al and our new friend to get better acquainted. The door next to our room was open. I glanced inside and I saw a guy on all fours with his ass aimed at the open door. I knew what that meant. So, I asked him if he needed any help. He told me he didn't feel like he'd been fucked enough by his roommate, so he suggested I might be able to assist him, especially after I pulled my towel away and he saw how big I am. I wasn't fully hard, but a naked ass with cum dripping from it always gets me hard.

"The first thing I had to do was eat his ass out. All that cum couldn't just drip away. It needed to be stuffed back inside or I had to eat it. Well, you know what an ass pig I am, so I spent a couple minutes eating his ass out. By then, I was fully hard again and ready to pump his ass and fill him up with my baby gravy. It did take longer than the guy in the shower, but this guy did get what he wanted and I got to fuck another of the guys on the `fairy floor'. As it turned out, of the 40 guys on this floor, all of them were gay to one degree or another. And of that number only six were holding out for their boyfriends at home. But, after Thanksgiving when everyone went home for the holiday, even they started playing around. Their boyfriends at home had been fucking around on them, so about half of those six dumped the boyfriend and the other half came to an agreement about fucking around with other men when they were apart."

"Very civilized of them," Marcus observed. "So, the rest of the year was spent going door to door, trying to breed as many men as you could?"

"I wasn't alone in that, and I didn't breed all of them. But, what was so odd was that Al and I almost never invited someone back to our room to fuck. It was nearly always in the other guy's room that we did the deed. And there was one guy that got me really hot for black men. He was a dancer with an incredibly nimble body with muscles in all the right places. His ass was an amazingly hard bubble butt that you could bounce a quarter off and get change. He loved to get fucked and bred, but you couldn't talk him into fucking you, even though he had one of the biggest dicks on the floor. It had to be at least nine inches of thick, dark meat, but if you tried to sit on his dick, it would wilt. Whenever you fucked him, though, his dick was hard as steel. So, Al and I figured out that if one of us fucked him, the other one could get under this guy and get fucked and bred. We did that several times. This guy would always be the meat in our fuck sandwich. A few other guys figured it out too, but what he really wanted was to get fucked and bred.

"And there was another guy who loved to eat out ass that had just been fucked. He was easily the champion felcher on the floor. That's not to say that he wasn't a great ass rimmer, because he was the best I'd ever had eat my ass out as of that time. Usually when someone was having sex with another guy, they'd close the door. But, if they wanted to invite someone else to join them, they'd leave the door open and you could watch or participate. I fucked a lot of guys in the hallway just watching, but I also nailed some sweet ass in some three-ways and four-ways. Weekends were always the most fun, because we tried to study for our classes during the week. But, there were always sexual trysts going on most of the week. We just weren't as open or blatant about it."

"So, what happened after that first year? Did you stay in the dorms or did you move off campus?" Marcus wondered.

"I stayed in the dorms. Off campus you never knew when you'd get some hot sex going and there was the additional time wasted with food preparation. In the dorms, the cafeteria fed you, you got your sheets washed weekly (which was desperately needed), and you were closer to where your classes were held. All that great sex in the dorms is probably the reason that I love sex so much and that I can fuck and cum so many times during each day. And each year, there was a new crop of men who wanted to be around other gay men. It was a great arrangement. I'd say about 20% were returnees each year."

"Damn! I wish we'd had a dorm like that. But, because I was playing football, there was no way they'd allow any of the single guys to live anywhere but in the jock dorms," Marcus sighed. "You have more of the same in your subsequent years with free sex everywhere?"

"Yeah, it was pretty much the same each year. There were new characters, of course. We had some guys who were more fem, some more butch, and some just trying to figure out what they were. However, I remember reading a study that said that the ratio of tops to bottoms was about 1 in 10. My experience at the dorm was about in line with that. But, I think that isn't taking into consideration all the guys where were versatile and didn't care which role they played as long as they got their nutt. As always, there were guys with big dicks who were very popular with the men who wanted to get fucked. Nearly all of those guys loved getting fucked, too. So, I did my best to help them out."

"I'll just bet you did," Marcus laughed. "Did you get fucked very often?"

"During the first year with Al as my roommate, I got fucked more than any of the other years. However, it wasn't like Al was banging my ass every night. He'd usually have someone that he was pounding regularly and liked to fuck me about every week to ten days. It was far more likely that I'd fuck him. I was getting a lot of ass to fuck because I'm pretty big in the dick department, but as I've said, the need to breed increased as I fucked more. Nearly every time I took a shower, someone would be there or would come in while I was there and want a breeding session. After a while, I liked the idea, so I'd shower in the morning before classes and again in the evening before I went to bed. Al liked it when I was freshly showered, because he loved to eat my ass and then fucked me and eat me out again. I was always ready for him with a clean ass whenever he needed it."

"So, what about subsequent years?" Marcus pressed.

"Remember the dancer, the black guy I was talking about?" Marcus nodded and smiled. "He was one of the guys who stayed in the dorms from one year to the next. He loved dick. We fucked a lot. I loved his bubble butt and he loved my big dick and big loads. The only problem was his inability to fuck unless he was fucked. So, we never were more than friends. We were never roommates, either, although the chance to have a sweet ass to fuck all the time would have been a good thing. We just didn't have anything in common besides fucking. Even so, I fucked and bred him about every other day.

"He was getting bred every day after one of his classes. Three days a week, he had a married instructor who boned and bred him. That started with the first semester and carried right through until he graduated. On other days, there was always a fellow student who'd want to fuck that perfect ass. He told me that on many days, he would get fucked two or three times. And that didn't count the weekends in the dorm when he got fucked at least half a dozen times per day. Of course, I was one of those guys, but I didn't restrict myself to just weekends. Additionally, about once a week, I'd find someone who wanted to fuck him and I'd ride his big, black dick. It was that perfect ass that always made me want to fuck with him. He had a slender, dancer's ass, but you have a big, beefy, muscle ass which is SO much better, Marcus. Besides, you can fuck without having a dick in your ass AND, more importantly, you cum like a stallion!"

"Nice to know that I compare well," Marcus laughed. "But, you never found anyone that you really clicked with?"

I had to think about that for a minute. "I guess not. I did enjoy some great sex with many men during my four years of college, but there was never anyone who completed me. Perhaps, it was because so much sex from so many men was readily available that I didn't have to put in any effort to find a sexual partner and deal with him on more than a sexual basis. Except for Francis (the dancer), I would fuck some guy for a couple of weeks on a daily basis and then move on. That's not to say I didn't return to my two-week tryst once in a while, but I was on to greener pastures. Francis was the exception. That ass of his was so incredible. There was something about that contrast between my white dick and his incredible black bubble ass. Any time I wanted to eat his ass out, he always had a load in it already. I think that's one of the reasons I liked being with him. And he took me so easily and loved how I fucked him. I just wish he could get over that wilting dick thing when I needed him to fuck me with that big dick of his."

"That's never been our issue, has it? I like how you fuck me. You're the best I've ever had," Marcus added with a kiss. "And I've never found anyone else who can nutt as much as you do."

"Back at ya, Marcus. You're amazing that way, too."

"Did you ever find someone at the gym in the showers that you wanted to bring back to the dorm?"

"Many times, but they were such closet cases that they wouldn't go back with me. They knew what the `fairy floor' was and didn't want to be seen going there. So, we'd go back to his place or find a quiet place at the gym to fuck or suck."

"Perhaps, a place such as one with the sauna or steam room, like your fitness club?"

"That's where I got the idea, not that I hadn't experienced it many times after I graduated from college. I was a trainer for several years before I opened my own place. That was very good experience to know what layout and features would attract the right kind of clientele."

"So, you left college without a boyfriend, but a lot of experience?"

"Yep. I sure did learn what I liked and didn't like in my men. It isn't that I got narrow-minded, it was about how they looked, how they smelled, how clean they were, and other smaller things that seemed inconsequential, but were show stoppers."

"Such as?"

"He couldn't be a smoker, couldn't be a guy who drank too much, and definitely not a guy into drugs. I fucked around with some impressive body builders when I was a trainer, but the ones on steroids had personality issues caused by the drug that I wasn't willing to put up with," I revealed.

"I can sure relate to that," Marcus agreed. "There was a really hot guy with a great body who wasn't nuts about too much bulk. Man, how he loved to get fucked. And he always wanted it bareback, like the ancient Greeks thought that getting a load up the ass made him manlier. But, he was hanging around with the wrong body builders and they got him into steroids. Within a couple of months, we weren't fucking anymore. He wasn't a full-time boyfriend anyway. But, I did miss our times together. Bottom line was I wasn't willing to put up with his shit when he was on the steroids."

"They do fuck up guys who could otherwise be husband material. It's a damned shame. So, what did you do the rest of your college years, Marcus?" I asked.

"Oh, I went through a series of roommates, none of whom did anything for me, mainly because they didn't play on our side of the street," Marcus smiled. "I'd find some guys at the bars or when I went to the adult book stores. I nutted with them, but it was completely unsatisfying after we parted. It wasn't until I met Keith on the pro team that I figured out I could be a happy, gay man getting some hot sex from a guy I really liked being with. I finally saw that being a gay man was a good thing."

"What about when you were working out at the college gym or weight rooms?" I asked.

"You're right. I'd forgotten about them," Marcus said. "There was a lot going on there. But, you have to remember, Mike. I'm a big, tall, scary black man. A lot of guys are badly intimidated by that combination."

"I'm not," I offered. "I find those very appealing."

"You're the exception, not the rule. And to make matters worse, if I did find someone who wanted to play, my dick would scare them away, because I made it clear that I wanted more than a hand-job. So, that left me with few playmate prospects. And then you add to that you couldn't find a good place to get it on. I couldn't take them back to the jock dorm and they weren't about to take this scary black guy back to their place, so I had few guy who'd let me fuck them. There were a few, though. And they did make it worth continuing to pursue men. There were always places somewhere nearby that were deserted and allowed me to fuck some guy or at least get a blowjob. It was my time with Keith that got me to enjoy real sex with a real man who wanted it all the time. That's how I got to where I could fuck again after only a few minutes rest and produce another big load."

"And I'm eternally grateful," I laughed. "I've never found anyone who had the stamina and quantity of cum that you do. I was beginning to think I was the only one. I have had a few short-term relationships that started out really hot with sex every hour, but they always fell apart after a few days. No one seemed to be able to keep up with me. You are the incredible exception. You tick all the boxes for a man who has it all by my definitions."

"What are those definitions?" Marcus wondered.

"Well, the guy has to be tall, nicely muscled (but not too much), he has to have a hot ass, he has to like to get fucked and rimmed. He should have a big dick, but it doesn't have to be huge (which makes you definitely over-qualified) and he's gotta know how to use it. It's a major plus if he likes to felch or get felched. He has to be a good kisser. And he has to be all those things I mentioned earlier about smoking, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, employment, etc. And if I'm going to make a commitment of any kind other than just fuck buddies, he has to be HIV negative. I know that's not politically correct, but I love to bareback too much to put myself in that kind of jeopardy long-term. What about your definitions?"

"All the same as yours. I noticed that you didn't include men of color," Marcus grinned.

"Oh, yeah! That's a BIG plus to me," I admitted. "I wouldn't cross some guy off my list because he wasn't black, but I know I'd always be looking for a guy who met all my other criteria and was black, too. I guess that makes me a racist in a certain way."

"Not in my opinion, it doesn't. To me, it just means you know what you like. You already said you wouldn't cross a guy off your list because he wasn't black," he pointed out. "I've made the mistake of not holding to my list of things that would disqualify a guy for a relationship. It didn't work out. I thought he'd change or I'd change him. The sex was always really good, but the character flaws finally drove me away and the relationships ended. Of course, I've ignored a good part of my qualifications list for a good fuck, but I've always regretted it if I did that when I was going for a relationship. No matter how good the sex is, you can't fix the flaws."

"You ever been dumped because you demanded too much sex?" I asked.

"Probably," he replied. "I do know that a couple guys ended a promising relationship because I wanted to fuck them a lot more than they wanted it, and I wanted to go bareback eventually. They didn't have enough trust in me that I wouldn't be fucking around and not pick up a bug."

"I think I'd be more concerned about a committed bottom doing that," I suggested. "But, if there isn't trust, there's no way you can ever go bareback."

"When I moved to Portland and Keith found a new boyfriend, I decided I needed one of those, too. So, I started hitting the gay bars. I always picked up some guy, but it never worked out for more than a roll in the hay. Most of the time, I didn't even get a good fuck out of it. I was too big for them. Eventually, I put my energies into the gym and found more opportunities for some man-on-man action. But, I was running into the same problem about my dick size. There were a few true bottoms who loved a big dick in their holes, but they weren't very appealing in other ways. So, I'd switch gyms looking for one that was more to my liking. Your fitness club exactly fits what I'm looking for. And I hit a home run the first time."

"That's all part of the personal service I was talking about earlier," I leered. "In all of the gyms, you never found someone who even came close?"

"Well, there's this one guy," Marcus sighed, "who really turned my head: great looking, wonderful body, big dick, sweet ass, gainfully employed and very capable in bed. When I first saw him, I thought he was pretty hot, but I wasn't sure if he played on the correct team. He came on to me subtly, but I could read the signals. After only two days, I was hooked. I couldn't believe what a catch this guy is. I was in lust like never before. I was getting clear body language from him in those first days that made me think he could be the one."

"So, what happened?" I asked.

"I don't know yet," he smiled and patted my ass.

I laughed at him. "You're talking about us, aren't you?" He nodded with an even bigger smile. "Well, I share your feelings about this. I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me; but our relationship is so new, I don't know if this is the real deal or just a two-week flash-in-the-pan."

"I thought I should put it out there, just to see where you were about us," Marcus said. "I'm not about to put any pressure on us or try to define what our relationship is now. I wouldn't want you to do that to me, either. But, I sure like where we're headed."

"I like it, too," I agreed. "The sex is the best I've ever had. And that's about more than the frequency of it, which I've loved. This is full sex, not one sided or one dimensional. You hit all my want or gotta have buttons. Getting a premier felcher in the bargain makes all the rest of the sex just that much better. I always thought I was a top, because I have such a big dick. I knew I had some bottom tendencies, but you've proved to me that a half and half arrangement for top and bottom duties is what I'm really all about."

"Well, I never thought I'd bottom as much as you get me to do," Marcus revealed. "I've never found another man who was so good at it and could deliver such a monstrous load. I look forward to each time you fuck me, because I know how much nutt you'll be delivering. Even when I was getting fucked occasionally by James in high school, it wasn't anything like this. His dick wasn't big enough, nor was his loads. And he wasn't all that good at it, anyway."

"What about Keith?"

"He was really a bottom who'd fuck me once in a great while. Again, he didn't do it very well and his dick wasn't that big. I guess I'm just a size queen," Marcus laughed.

"All gay men are size queens," I pointed out. "Some of them just won't admit it. And I like your size. You're big just the way I like it: long and thick." I stroked his expanding dick lightly, making it jerk and expand in my hand. "I think you need to show me how much of a size queen I am. Push this big thing up my ass and breed me with this monster."

"Get on your hands and knees and let me get the field ready for a good plowing," he directed.

Quickly, I moved into position and wiggled my ass at him. He knelt on the floor and instantly pressed his face between my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue work on my rosebud, forcing my ass lips to part and I welcomed him inside. I moaned at the pleasure that simple act gave me. His hands spread my ass cheeks and burrowed his tongue deeper. This was getting better and better. And I was shamelessly begging him to fuck me. I loved his tongue up my butt, but I needed something longer and thicker.

He ignored my pleas, and buried his face more resolutely between my cheeks. I begged again for some dick action, but that was greeted with more slurping and eating on my hole. "You gotta fuck me," I cried in frustration. "I gotta be bred!"

"In due time," was all he said back, and went right back to eating out my ass. "There's still some cum in there that I need to eat out."

Finally, after at least five minutes of getting my ass totally eaten and soaked with spit, he rose and stood behind me. When I felt the thick dickhead press against my hungry hole, I pushed back into him, impaling myself. "Fuck! You're huge!" I moaned. "I forgot how big you are, Marcus, and I love it!" I added, pushing his dick deeper into me until his monster horse dick was completely buried.

"Careful!" he cautioned in a strangled cry. I felt his big dick jerk hard inside me and then again. But, it wasn't followed by any more jerks or deep thrust. He had avoided his climax, but not a couple of huge blasts of cum into me. Many times, I had held off a climax, but pumped out a couple of big squirts of nutt. So, Marcus must have just experienced the same thing. He held me tightly against his wiry pubes, not daring to move or his climax would rampage over him. After another few seconds, he relaxed and said, "That was close. I almost nutted."

"I think you did, but just didn't climax."

"Really?"

"Yeah, haven't you done that before?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I never knew I did it when I was fucking ass. I've only done that when I was jacking myself off. In fact, I've edged myself several times before I pumped out a big load. At the end of it, I was coated in nutt gravy," he said resuming a slow fuck.

"How many times have you pumped some juice, trying to hold off a climax, yet produced a couple sprays of nutt with each hold out?" I wondered as my hands grasped his ass and pulled him hard and faster into me.

"I think the best I ever did was three times before my climax overwhelmed me and I couldn't stop."

"The more cream you pump into me, the happier I'll be. So, try to keep from cumming in me, but edge some sprays into me," I suggested. "I promise not to work my ass muscles and make you climax."

He leaned over my back and kissed the back of my neck. "I'll sure try," he smiled. "But, I promise nothing other than a big load up your ass." Marcus kept his pace slow, giving me long, deep strokes with his big dick, making it jerk occasionally. About a minute later, I felt him tense and hold me tightly. Once more, his dick jerked hard and pumped cum into me. I could feel the jet of his cream hit my ass walls. A few seconds later, he resumed fucking, but I could tell from how well my ass was lubricated that he had pumped in a big wad of juice. Again, he did his slow and deep long-dicking, trying to make the fuck last as long as possible. He was successful in delaying his climax one more time, with two big jerks and squirts of more cum.

"I admire your ability to control your climax," I smiled over my shoulder. "I know I couldn't do it."

"I doubt that I can hold back again, but I'll sure try. This is really hot to do this. I can feel my dick jerk and I know I'm spraying nutt into you, but I'm able to hold back my climax. I wanna cum so bad, but I know I'll deliver more cum into you if I don't. And I know that when I do cum, this is gonna be a huge, nearly debilitating climax."

"As long as my ass gets all your nutt, you can do whatever it takes," I assured him.

He tried to give me another breeding without climax and he almost succeeded. I felt his big dick jerk hard inside me. He held his breath and held me tightly against his crotch. His dick jerked again as more cum jetted up my ass. "Ah, FUCK!" he bellowed. He withdrew slightly and slammed hard against my ass. Quick, hard jerks of his dick and staccato pumps of his hips confirmed that his climax was not to be denied. "SHIT!" he shouted repeatedly as each new wave of climax pounded through his body and overwhelmed his control. He flopped on my back, but his hips continued their breeding thrusts. I was so full of his cream that I no longer felt the jerks and jets that delivered more man juices into me. His hips continued pounding me, but I didn't care. I wanted all his nutt inside me, and if that gave me the last few dribbles with more fucking action, I was up for it.

When Marcus recovered control, he pulled slowly out of my ass. He went to his knees and eagerly began to eat my ass out again. "Fuck, that feels good," I sighed. "Getting bred by you is the best, but getting felched after a huge load is nearly as good. You can stop eating my hole out in a couple of hours," I smiled over my shoulder.

"You may need to sit on my face for the last hour," Marcus laughed. "But, first, I believe you owe me a fuck," he said as he reached between my legs and stroked my hard dick. "A dick this big needs to nutt, and I have the perfect place for that cream to go. I promise you won't need any towels to clean up."

"Are you suggesting that I would want to felch your ass after I fuck you and cum inside your beautiful, black bubble butt?"

"I don't believe that was a suggestion." And it wasn't. It wasn't a directive, either. It was what I wanted to do and soon. My nuts were boiling from the hot action of having his big dick in me and all that cum he'd shot up my hole. Marcus swapped places with me quickly. I didn't take nearly as much times as he had to eat his ass out. I needed to breed! My dick slipped into him easily. It bottomed out in two strokes. I told him not to work his ass muscles or I'd nutt too soon. He obliged, but it didn't really matter. I was able to edge my climax once, but that was all. On the second attempt, my dick jerked and then jerked again. I thought I'd held back, but when my dick jerked really hard a third time, I knew there was no hope in holding back any longer. With a strangled cry, I pounded his ass and bred him deeply. I knew I had at least six good sprays of nutt into him before my climax began to wane.

Mutual breeding is so much fun.