Get In My Pants

“Sorry, bro,” I apologized. “The condom broke.”

“Wait—what?!” he asked, incredulous.

“The condom. It snapped,” I reported, fumbling for another Trojan. “My dick is too big. I gotta put on another one.”

“Why the fuck are you wearing a condom?!” he demanded.

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “My girlfriend always makes me—”

“Do I look like your FUCKING girlfriend?” he chided.

“No—no. Of course not,” I stammered. “It’s just that—”

“And are you worried that you’re gonna get me pregnant?” he inquired sarcastically.

“No, of course not,” I dismissed.

“Then forget about the fucking condom and get that big dick back inside me,” he ordered.

“OK. Sorry,” I apologized feebly. “So—do you want me to, like, pull out when I shoot?”

“Fuck NO,” he spat. “I want you to dump that load up my ass—fuckin’ breed me.”

“OK. Got it. Sorry,” I apologized again.

“Jesus,” he exclaimed as I pushed back into him with my cock, reveling in the feeling of his raw hole. “You fuckin’ frat boys don’t know shit.”

𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.𝘤𝘰𝘮/𝘽𝙞𝙜𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙂𝙖𝙮