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E7: Breed Me Bro | Before the Date
🕑 Added 2025-08-27 02:00:07 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
Recap: Ethan figured it out. The “innocent, shy, first-time bottom” act? Gone.
I’d let the mask slip, shoving my ass back onto his cock without a second’s hesitation, riding him like I’d been doing it for years. His pause turned into a smirk, and his smirk turned into him calling me a cock-hungry wh-o-re.
And fuck… he wasn’t wrong.
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The second I felt that filthy little chucked in my ear, I knew the game had changed.
Ethan grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so my spine arched and my ass jutted even higher. “You want it?” he growled into my ear, his breath hot.
“Yeah, I do” I barely got it out before he slammed his hips forward, burying himself balls-deep in one brutal stroke. The sound was filthy, lubed-up squelches and my gasp mixing in the same beat. My knees slid forward on the couch, the whole thing creaking under us.
He didn’t bother with a rhythm at first..just fucked me with deep, rough thrusts that knocked the air out of me each time, his grip in my hair controlling my every move. My cock was leaking onto the cushion, but I couldn’t care less. I was too busy feeling every vein, every inch, ramming into me like he was trying to destroy my hole.
“Fucking knew you weren’t a virgin,” he grunted, punctuating it with a savage pull on my hair. “You take cock like a wh-o-re”
I moaned something that wasn’t even words...just a desperate sound pushing back into each thrust. My ass burned and stretched and loved it.
“Look at you,” Ethan grunted, his voice rough. “The way your ass is automatically moving back on my cock… if I don’t thrust for a second, I can feel you pushing yourself back.”
I laughed through my panting. “You can’t blame me. You looked like you needed a release, and I just wanted to help a bro out…”
Ethan’s hands spread my cheeks apart, rough palms gripping me open. “Fuck. Now that I know you can take it—”
SLAM.
“—I ain’t gonna act like you’re some little princess. I’m giving it to you real.”
SLAM.
His pace turned vicious with his hips snapping forward so hard the couch jolted under us. My body shook from the force, each thrust driving him impossibly deep.
SLAM.
“Fuck, bro,” he groaned, “I can feel the difference already. Your hole ain’t shy anymore.”
“F-fuck, Ethan - fuck me harder --”
“Yeah? You want this, boy?”
“Yeah -” I barely got it out before he grabbed my waist like a handle, dragging me back onto him.
He fucked harder, meaner, his grip locking me in place. The sound of skin smacking echoed in the room, my breath ragged and broken.
“Even chicks don’t take cock this good,” sweat dripping down his neck as he pounded me.
My head dropped forward, forehead against the couch arm, ass still arched and open for him. Every time his cock bottomed out, a raw moan tore out of me.
“That’s it,” he growled, “Show me how bad you want to be bred.”
I moaned something desperate, barely even aware of my own voice, because all I could think about was him filling me until I couldn’t move without feeling it leak out.
His hips slammed forward with no mercy, his cock battering my hole so deep it felt like it had a mind of its own, stretching me wider with every brutal thrust. The squelch of lube and pre-cym mixed with the sharp smack of his body crashing into mine, the room thick with the stink of sweat, sex, and straight boy filth.
I gasped into the couch cushion, voice muffled and broken. “F-fuck, Ethan… oh jesus, fuck me….”
“Jesus is not here,” he snarled against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “It’s just me. And my cock. And your greedy fucking hole.”
He pulled my head back by the hair so I was arched, his chest flat against my back. His grip was so tight I could feel my scalp burn, but the pain just made my cock leak harder. My ass spread wide around him as he drove deeper, his balls slapping heavy against me, each thrust meaner than the last.
“Listen to you,” Ethan laughed breathlessly, rutting harder, sweat dripping off him. “Whining like a bi-tch in heat. That shy act’s fucking gone, huh? You’re just a cock hungry hole now.”
I tried to reply, but all that came out was a moan as I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts like my body couldn’t survive without his dick in my ass. My cock rubbed against the couch, pre pooling under me, soaking the fabric.
“That’s it,” he hissed, pulling me tighter into his lap. “Ride it. Show me how much you fucking want it.”
My ass clenched around him and he groaned, almost feral. “Oh fuck. You’re squeezing me like you’re begging me to finish in you. That what you want? You want me to pump you full?”
“Yes...fuck--yes Ethan please..” I was a mess, head spinning, body nothing but nerve endings and raw hunger.
“Beg louder,” he growled, teeth grazing my neck. “Say it so I fucking hear it.”
“I want it..please, Ethan, breed me..fill me up..”
He slammed into me so hard I felt stars bursting behind my eyes. His hand stayed tangled in my hair, yanking me back into every brutal thrust, the other gripping my hip like he’d leave bruises for days.
“Fucking cockwh-o-re,” he spat, pounding me like he was trying to split me open. “First you pretend you can’t take it, all shy and sweet, then the second I loosen up you’re taking dick like you’ve been waiting your whole fucking life.”
“I have” I gasped, voice breaking. “I’ve been waiting..oh fuck..Ethan-”
He laughed, a low, cruel sound, hips snapping faster. “Yeah? Waiting for me? Waiting for your straight buddy to knock you up like some cheap sl-ut?”
“Yes..yes..” I was gone, shaking, sweat dripping down my face as I shoved my ass back into him, greedy for every savage stroke.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, forehead pressing to the back of my neck as his thrusts grew sloppy, harder, more desperate. “You’re gonna milk it right out of me. I’m not even gonna last.”
“Don’t pull out,” I begged, shameless now, voice cracking. “Please, Ethan, I want it inside. I want it all..”
He growled deep in his chest and slammed into me so hard my knees buckled, his cock bottoming out and staying there, thick and pulsing inside me. His whole body shook as he grabbed my waist in both hands, holding me flush against him.
“Fuck..fuck, take it..take it, boy” His voice broke into a raw groan as the first hot spurt filled me.
I screamed into the couch cushion as I felt him release, thick jets of cum flooding my ass, warmth spreading deeper with every pulse of his cock. His hips jerked, grinding in small desperate circles as he pumped every drop into me.
“Dude..fuck..” he snarled, teeth gritted, holding me still while he unloaded. “You’re mine now. You’re bred. You fucking asked for it.”
My whole body trembled, clenching around him, milking every drop. His cum spilled out around his cock, leaking down my thighs, filthy and wet.
I gasped, dizzy, my cock untouched but throbbing painfully against the couch. I rocked back once more, forcing him even deeper, desperate to feel every ounce he had to give.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, collapsing against me, chest wet with sweat against my back. His cock twitched inside me, softening slowly, still buried deep.
“Ethan,” I whispered, still shaking. “I can feel it… leaking out…”
“Good,” he rasped into my ear, voice dark and low. “I want you dripping all night. So you remember who fucked you open.”
I whimpered, pressing my ass tighter against him even though my hole was raw and stretched. Then I felt his body shift, his weight pulling away. For a second I panicked at the sudden emptiness, and then his cock slid out with a wet, filthy sound.
Only then did I realize I’d already blown my load all over the couch without even touching myself. The second his cum hit me, the pressure broke. My cock had rubbed raw against the cushions, smearing streaks of my release into the fabric. The shame and thrill of it made my knees weak.
I stood up slowly, shaky, my thighs unsteady. Cum dripped down both ways; thick and heavy out of my ass, and still leaking from the tip of my cock. I looked down at the mess, strands connecting me to the couch like I’d been fucked up silly. The thought alone nearly made me hard again.
Ethan, still catching his breath, wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and gave a short laugh. “I’m so glad my date cancelled.”
I snorted, shifting against the ruined couch. “Please.Don’t do the whole pretending act. I am pretty sure you ditched her because you wanted to fuck.”
His grin widened, unashamed. “Yeah, well… it was fucking worth it.”
I stretched, cum still leaking out of me, and shot him a look. “And for the record, I’m glad I pretended I was a virgin. Watching you try to be all sweet and careful? Kinda hot.”
Ethan barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Until I found out you were lying. Then I gave it to you for real. You got exactly what you asked for, bro.”
“Yeah,” I groaned, touching my sore ass with a grin. “And then some.”
He bent down to grab his shirt off the floor, glancing at me with that stupid cocky smile. “Guess that makes you my official date-cancel booty call. Or a pre-game warm-up. Whichever way you want it.”
I smirked, leaning back into the cushions. “Why not both?”
The way he looked at me, sweaty and satisfied and already hungry for more, made me think I’d just become his go-to fuck before every date.
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So tell me, how many of you couldn’t help but cum too? 😈
Comments
Cam
I got my toy and imagine it was me 🫢
Martin Muldoon
Guilty 💦
