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He’d found out I was gay, I don’t know if he snooped my phone or laptop, or what, but tonight he was determined to shape my hole to his cock.

As he played with my nipples, I found myself lost even deeper into the sensations of him fucking me. I could smell his musk starting to permeate the room, and his beard against my neck caused my hole to squeeze down on his cock.

“Here ya go, cuz! I’m about to dump my load in you for the first time, the first of many many more. I want you to squeeze down when I start to choke you, and milk every drop out.” He growled in my ear.

In a sudden change of position, he wrapped his hands around my throat and lifted me just out of reach from my hands on the floor beneath me, pulling me against him as gravity pulled me harder into his hands as they tightened. His thrusting became even more primal, as he started to dig his fingers deeper into my neck, “beg me to breed you, fag. Beg, beg the best you can, because I’m not letting you breathe until I cum.”

I started trying to to beg, as strangled syllables tried to escape my throat and shape my lips. “Good bitch, FUUU——,” he pulled me even harder into him as I felt his cock thicken and unleash he load in my guts.