#seeding

The other night I was having a hard time sleeping; I just couldn’t relax, my mind was racing. I would wrestle my conscious mind into submission, then sleep would come but it would only last a REM cycle before I’d jolt awake.

I don’t know, maybe about 5am or thereabouts. I was focusing on my breathing. Deep breathes to relax, to bring slumber back. I heard my phone buzz, a text message. Who the fuck is texting me at 5am? The light from my screen punched through the darkness in my room. It was none other than Cooper, one of my good buddies (it should have been obvious). He would be the only one who’d text me this late… or early. I can look at it in the morning. I need to sleep.

Rolling over attempting to turn back to sleep I suddenly found myself in a new bed, a new room, it wasn’t my own. I didn’t recognize where I was, but there was a man in the corner. He was naked, I couldn’t make out his face, but his body was perfectly clear. He had the perfect smattering of hair, the right amount of muscle and definition. His cock was fat and flaccid while his balls were full and tight. He oozed authority and control. Who was he? Was he my buddy? Was he my ex-boyfriend? Was he one of the porn stars I watched and jacked off to? Or was he one of the studs I lusted after at the club? Was he all of them? None of them? As I took him all in he came toward me. He held me down then he placed his perfect cock and balls over my face.

Drink my piss, boy. Drink all of it. Don’t waste a fucking drop, faggot. My bladder is full and you’re going to take it all straight from the tap.

I shook my head, no. Something about him made me nervous. I was frightened. What was happening? He slapped my face. Drink my piss, boy! Do it! Now!

I still resisted. He kept slapping me, instructing me to open my mouth and obey. Finally he slapped me as hard as he could and spit a heavy load of his saliva right on my face. I could no longer disobey, I was his in that moment. I opened my mouth. SIR, yes, SIR!

Good boy. Silly faggot. I didn’t think I needed to slap some sense into you, but apparently I was mistaken. His piss was hot, salty, and bitter. It was full of his essence. Something came over me, I eagerly swallowed every drop without trouble. And it kept coming, but I didn’t care. Part of me didn’t want him to stop. I loved how he was using me. I needed his piss. The last drops came and I still wanted more. There you go boy. I can see how much you enjoyed drinking my urine. Don’t worry there is more where that came from.

In one easy movement he flipped me over on my stomach. Be a good bitch, faggot. His hand spanked my ass hard. Without hesitation I pushed my butt into the air. Such a good boy now. It’s always interesting to see how compliant a bellyful of Alpha piss will make a boy.

He moved behind me, rubbing his cock against me. Suddenly waves of pleasure washed over me. I moaned. I mewed. I groaned. It felt so amazing to have him teasing me like this. His motions sank me deeper and deeper into a heat, my bliss, I just needed him now. His cock hardened. His balls relaxed. I could feel how fat it was, how long, I could sense its slight upward curve perfect for breeding boys when they’re face down and their pussies are in the air.
The man then ripped my underwear down completely exposing me and slammed his cock deep inside of me. It felt amazing. I was completely full, stretched and pushed to capacity. I could feel my hole conforming to his cock. He leaned over started to growl in my ear the nastiest shit I had ever heard. His cock slamming me hard. His heavy balls slamming against me. That’s right bitch, take Daddy’s cock. Take it like the good faggot you are. You’re my fucking slut now. You do what I want, where I want it, when I want it. You’re my fucking faggot slut. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how much you want me. Tell me what you are.

Fuck, SIR! I need you. You own me. I live for you, SIR! My hole is yours, SIR!  To use and abuse, to wreck and breed, SIR! I need you, SIR! I only can think of you, SIR! Your voice, your smell, your control, your pleasure. I’m your fucking faggot slut, SIR! I live for your pleasure, SIR, to receive your spit, piss, and cum as my reward!

Good boy! I fucking like what I hear! He continued to pound me hard. His sweat dripping down onto my back and neck. His breath and voice heavy in my ear. All I could do was moan, mew, and beg for him. He tongued and bit my ear. I moaned and begged louder. I was being overwhelmed by the pleasure of being his piece of fuck meat. Then he growled loudly and I felt volley after volley of his hot seed inside of me. I had never felt a man cum inside of me, I had never felt a man’s cock convulse as he filled me with his seed. It was amazing. I could feel the heat from his nut and it landing deep inside of me. My hole was completely his, I was completely his. His cum was going to be inside of my forever. His groan began to fade.

I jolted awake. My cock was hard as a rock, bulging in my underarmor – a large stain of pre-cum on the outside. I looked at my phone, there was no text message. It had all been so vivid. It had all been a dream. Closing my eyes I hoped I could sink back into the dream, find that man there ready to use me again.

I entering another rut, descending into the wild abandon that comes with my faggot heat. All I can think about is getting my cunt slammed, used, abused, seeded, and bred by hot Alpha Studs. I can almost feel Real Men’s Cocks making into a mewing, mindless cumdump existing solely for their relief and pleasure.

Fuuuuuckkkk, why are there NO ladies in the #phoenix #mesa area that wants to meet up and get filled?!

I really need to pound this huge 8 inches into a wet fertile pussy!

Any takers?!

Kik me anytime… Mesamusician

Schizobasis intricata

Sowed my tomatoes today! 25 varieties from previous years. I have yet to order anything online, so I’ll add a few new ones next weekend, 5 at most.

I’m also growing them in a new spot for the first time. No longer on my old bedroom’s windowsill, I put them in the study, as it barely gets used right now. This room is a little colder, so I’m hoping they’ll grow slower and thicker. We’ll see.