Getting Bred by Emoboy

Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2009 01:42:21 -0800 (PST)
From: College Jock Hole
Subject: Getting Bred by Emoboy

This story is adapted from a blog about my encounters as a student at a
large public university in Florida. Please do not repost or modify without
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Getting Bred by Emoboy
By Rawcollegejockslut

If you’ve never read about me before, I guess I should offer some info
about who I am! Quick stats: 20-year-old college jock cumslut, 6’2″, 180
pounds, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, in shape, and tanned.

Now the fun part can begin. Halloween parties have to be some of the
wildest parties of the whole year. I have no idea why…but in the sleepy
little college town I live in almost everyone seems to get totally fucking
trashed for Halloween. I guess it’s more fun than running around asking for
candy, isn’t it?

Another fun reality of Halloween parties is that they go on for a week.
Parties the weekend before, parties the night of, parties the weekend
after…and other parties situated everywhere in between. Most of these
parties are pretty lame, but when you’ve got 40 or 50 people packed into a
little apartment they can be a ton of fun. Add a keg and some liquor and
that’s even more true…and if you know the host well, that means special
shots!

I went to a particular party close to where I lived with some of my
friends. I didn’t know more than a handful of people there (isn’t that
always the case?), but a really hot girl latched onto me as soon as I
walked through the door and made it her mission to get me trashed. She was
already drunk, so running to the freezer and pouring shots of vodka was
easy for her. She handed me the shot glass like it was nothing.

After getting something good to chase with, I wound up downing a few rounds
of shots with my hot girl…me doing doubles for every one she did. I was
feeling my liquor within minutes…this was going to be a fun night. We
mingled with some other people for awhile and chatted with other friends we
knew, but before I knew it I was being dragged back to the vodka bottle in
the kitchen.

Same pattern, doubles for me and singles for her. We went until I was out
of chaser, and soon I was really buzzing.

I started checking people out, and since I was steadily getting closer to
drunk it probably wasn’t difficult to notice. There were some hot boys at
this party, even if they were wearing costumes and some of their faces were
concealed. My cock stirred a little in my jeans…it really wanted some
attention.

I spotted a few obviously gay guys but they weren’t very pretty. Since I
had liquor in me and still felt that way, that must be saying a lot! I was
left staring at the guys who were questionable or straight…there’s always
a catch to be found there.

One really caught my eye. He was probably 18, 6′ or 6’1″, 140-150 pounds. I
guess I should describe him as an emo boy…his hair was dyed black, though
brushed really neatly (don’t think crazy emo boy hair), and his lip was
pierced. His skin was very white and supple…he looked delicious. No
costume, just a tshirt, pair of dark jeans, and flip flops.

He caught me looking initially. I shifted my glance and ended up with my
hot girl again. We were both drunk and very happy, so we just wandered
around talking to people for awhile. I decided I wasn’t going to drink
anymore…I already felt like I had too much.

To make a long story a little shorter, my hot girl and I wound up with our
lips together. Next thing you know one of my friends joined in and we’re
both kissing her. So we made out…what can I say, when I’m drinking I turn
into a makeout slut. I don’t think anyone should be surprised!

Emoboy caught me looking at him a few more times. He didn’t look offended,
just indifferent, and soon he was checking my direction just to see if I
was staring. I doubted I could get my cock hard enough to fuck with that
much alcohol in me, but he seemed fine…I could totally be getting my ass
slammed with his dick.

He disappeared at some point. We realized that a huge group of people at
the party had gone outside to get high, Emoboy among them. I was too drunk
to even think about that without puking, so I stayed where I was and talked
with one of my friends.

It was getting late and people were probably as wasted as they were going
to get, some of them walking in the door high from the smoke session
unfolding outside. A few people were making out, and a lot of the guys were
following various girls around trying to take them home or to a secluded
spot somewhere in the apartment. A few twos and threes disappeared into the
parking lot, coming back 10-30 minutes later. Everyone knew they were were
probably fucking in their cars (which is hot).

Emoboy eventually made his way back inside, his eyes searching until they
found mind. He grinned a little, just standing there looking hot. Grins are
confusing. Did it mean, “Hey faggot, it’s not going to happen but thanks”
or “Yeah, I’m interested too”? If you’ve ever been bold enough to try
finding the answer a few times, you know it can easily go either way. A few
drinks or a week without sex can tip the scale. Since I’m writing about
this party and not the others where I lustfully pursued boys, you should
have already guessed the outcome!

Emoboy settled on a couch across the room. It seemed like we were a
football field apart! I kept my staring up and he kept catching me,
sometimes with that fucking grin.

I got up to piss. There was a long line, unfortunately, so I was stuck
feeling like my bladder was going to burst. I turned around to survey the
party field and found Emoboy standing right behind me. I had my drunk “Oh
shit!” moment and tried to whip my head around like I hadn’t seen him, but
after a few moments I realized this was probably my best chance to try
talking with him.

I turned around and opened my mouth. “You don’t look like you had much to
drink,” I blurted out. I didn’t have much else to say.

His face was fucking beautiful, his hair held perfectly in place with
gel…and the lip ring totally worked on him. He was almost as tall as me,
though way too close to stick thin.

“I have to drive a few people home when it’s all over,” he explained with a
grin. “That’s why I went outside and smoked a little instead…doesn’t fuck
me up.” Emoboy laughed.

“I wasn’t planning to get too drunk but Hot Girl kept handing me shots. I
couldn’t say no.”

He looked in her direction. “Yeah, she’s nuts. I’ve been to a lot of
parties with her so I know what you mean. She’s hot as fuck though…huge
tits.”

Yeah, yeah, you’re straight, I totally believe it.

“No one’s taking her home tonight,” I mumbled. Hot Girl was making out with
people but had made it very clear that she wasn’t going further with any of
the guys at the party.

“No one ever takes her home. She’s shoves her tongue in your mouth and her
boobs in your face and walks away. Fuckin’ tease like all the others.”

I turned to see that only one other person was ahead of me. “Sometimes a
guy just needs to fuck.” When I turned back to his face he looked like he
wanted a drink in his hand more than anything.

“I’m totally baked right now.”

“I’m totally drunk,” I said with a laugh.

The toilet flushed and the the person ahead of me went into the bathroom.

“I saw you looking at me all night,” he almost whispered. “I’m totally ok
with guys like that but I’m not gay.”

“I never said you were gay,” I drunkenly declared more loudly than I should
have if I wanted to feel him inside me.

His lips dropped open for a moment, his cute face totally blank. “No, I
know you didn’t, I’m just saying…I’m totally cool with gay people. Gay
people are awesome.”

[Tangent: I have been at many parties where I've been seen groping and
making out with guys by large groups of straight people. For some reason
guys come up to me almost every time and ask if I'm gay, and when I say
yeah they start rambling about how awesome gay people are and how much they
respect gay people. I usually don't feel like they're hitting on me (I'm
never looking at or hitting on them) but I've had people follow me for 10
minutes going on and on about how cool I must be. What's up with that?
Obviously Emoboy is a little different since he was being flirty and
clearly interested in having some fun.]

“You gotten lucky recently?” I asked.

“Fuck that…maybe a month ago. My nuts are dragging the ground.” He tugged
at his jeans right above his crotch, a leather bracelet on his arm. His
eyes were completely glazed and bloodshot.

I laughed. “You should get lucky tonight.”

The toilet flushed again, a drunk girl hobbling out of the bathroom.

I started for the door, making eye contact with Emoboy before I closed
it. He wanted action–our little exchanges had made that clear. I fully
intended to get it.

I pissed for a long time, imagining Emoboy’s cock while I wobbled in front
of the toilet. I flushed and washed my hands, opening the door to Emoboy
again.

He smiled and took my place. I decided I’d wait for him on the other side
of the hallway.

When he came out, he looked surprised that I was still there. He hesitated
for a moment before he walked over to me again.

“You have a good piss too?” he joked.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now.”

Emoboy looked around. We had a few feet of clearance. “Hey, I think you’re
right,” he mumbled cryptically.

I did a huge drunk smile. “Yeah?”

He looked around again. “If you’re cool with it, it’s been awhile. I’m
really high…I bet you’ve got good skills.”

“Ok. Where should we go?”

Emoboy looked around. “Host Girl #1 won’t be pissed at us if I use her
room. You want to?”

I nodded, probably a little too slowly. “Yeah.”

“Get a drink or something and come back. It’s the second door down the
other hall.” He passed through the party field to the other hallway,
slipping down there like it was nothing unusual.

Hot Girl found me right before I hit the kitchen and pulled me to the
fridge. I wound up doing another shot and chasing it with the last little
bit of soda someone had found. She happily went on about something,
giggling and giving me a quick peck on the lips before she was off again. I
doubted she knew what I was about to be doing.

I grabbed a fresh cup and splashed some tap water over a few ice cubes,
taking my time. I drank the whole cup and filled another one before I made
way to the bedroom. I wondered if anyone noticed that I was slipping into
the hallway after Emoboy had…they probably couldn’t see which room either
of us had gone into but still. Sometimes drunk people can spot hookups
better than anyone else!

I could feel my heart beating faster as I got closer and opened the
door. The apartment suddenly felt really warm. I always get nervous,
especially when I’m drunk.

Minus the glow of a computer screen, the room was dark. The bed was unmade,
Emoboy resting on top of a comforter, his shirt and jeans already pulled
off. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, his hard cock sticking up
through the flap. The arm with the bracelet was moving up and down hs
shaft.

“Hey,” he said shyly, his eyes fixed on his hand and cock.

I approached and surveyed his beautiful body. Naturally smooth, fit, and
pale white. His cock was just over 6 inches and average thickness. I had no
idea what the ground rules were going to be.

“So how’s this going to work?”

“Just suck my cock. I don’t want to kiss.”

I kicked my flip flops off and climbed into the bed, getting between his
lightly furred legs. I grabbed both sides of the boxers and he moved his
hand away, letting me pull them down to free his dick. I slid them down a
set of skinny legs, off a pair of hot size 10 feet. Under ordinary
circumstances I would have been smelling the soles and sliding my tongue
against his toes, but I doubted he’d approve.

Emoboy really was beautiful. Really thin, yeah, but it didn’t look like
he’d puked up his dinner earlier in the day.

I turned straight to his dick, grabbing hold and running my tongue along
the head. I looked up to see his eyes clothes, his mouth gaping open, his
breathing reflecting what I was doing with my tongue.

I licked his shaft, his head again, and then started taking his dick into
my mouth. He let out a little moan as his cock parted my lips and slid down
along my tongue, my throat easily accomodating his whole length. He tasted
very clean–he’d taken a shower right before he got here. His pubes were
well-manicured and recently shaved, short hairs just starting to come in.

My dick was blowing up in the jeans I was wearing, pressed inside a tight
pair of underwear. I really needed to release the beast. I kept sucking
Emoboy’s dick while my hands fumbled with my belt buckle and pulled the
buttons on my fly apart. I lifted up and pulled the jeans off, my dick
sticking up in a pair of boxer briefs. I looked at Emoboy to make sure he
was ok with me taking my clothes off and he didn’t seem to care, so I
pulled off my shirt and finally slipped the boxer briefs down, my cock
hitting my stomach with a little thud.

“Your cock is huge!” he quietly complimented, looking a little astonished.

I smiled and stroked it gently. It wasn’t totally filled out and I probably
wouldn’t be able to get it there, but it looked way thicker and was already
longer.

“Thanks. It doesn’t get fully hard when I’m drunk,” I explained.

Emoboy laughed. “That’s another reason I was just blazing. You should turn
around.”

YES. As close to instantly as I could manage, I turned my body around and
showed him my ass.

“That’s nice, man,” he mumbled. I could hear his hand working his dick
again.

I moved my body closer toward him and spread my legs, lifting my ass up
toward him.

“Damn…I can see your asshole like that.” His hand started working harder.

I pushed my ass farther until his hand slid against one of my cheeks. I
turned my head and looked him in the eyes.

“You want to slide your cock inside?”

He grinned, his tongue playing with his lip piercing for a few
seconds. “Shit…you want me to?”

I pushed my ass against his hand again, this time feeling the head of his
cock. His free hand wrapped around my side and pulled my ass in. Emoboy
rubbed his the head of his 6 inch cock against my hole.

“Can you sit on it?” he asked eagerly.

“Rub some spit on your dick.” I spit into my hand and rubbed it all over my
hole, slipping a finger inside and pushing some spit around.

“Damn,” Emoboy mumbled with fascination. “That’s so hot.”

I slid down the bed a little farther and pointed my ass at his cock. I felt
him press the head against my hole…there wasn’t enough spit on his dick
but it started breaching me anyway. I was drunk and totally content to take
it exactly like it was. I sank my ass down really slowly, his dick ripping
into my hole and spreading it open.

I moaned softly, my ass coming to rest against his prickly pubes. I started
moving up and down, feeling his dick slide out and then tear back into my
ass. The friction he must have been feeling was probably almost too much.

He breathed while I bobbed up and down on him, his mouth gaping open and
his eyes closed just like they had been when I sucked his cock. His hands
were gripping the comforter beneath him. I whipped my head around and
grabbed both of his legs to get a firmer footing. I fucked myself hard,
Emoboy’s dick as deep inside me as it could possibly go. My dick swung up
and down with my body, a little precum leaking out the slit. I stroked it
softly, trying not to get anywhere close to cumming. I wasn’t going to get
fully hard and I wasn’t even sure I could cum but it still felt so good.

I got an amazing view of his legs and feet while I worked his dick in my
ass. They were pale and skinny but very hot…and eventually I realized his
toes were wriggling to the same rythm as his breathing. That was hot. I
loved seeing them curl when his cock hit bottom, hearing the soft exhale
from his lips. I could picture the expression on his face and his hands
holding onto to the comforter while I rode his cock.

“Can we switch?” he asked from behind after a few more minutes of me
bouncing up and down.

“Yeah, sure.” I’d love to feel Emoboy giving my ass serious effort.

I lifted up, his pole audibly popping out of my cunt. His hands pushed me
forward, my legs now up in the air. He lifted his body up and slid between
them, spitting into his hand and rubbing it into his cock.

“You like taking it rough?” he asked, pressing his dick against my hole
again.

I closed my eyes. “Yeah.”

“Ok.” Emoboy pushed his bare cock back into my ass in one stroke, sliding
the whole length into me. He held it there for a minute, breathing hard,
before he went on his rampage.

There still wasn’t enough lube so it split me going in, even at 6 inches
and average thickness, but my ass quickly loosened up and took the
pounding. He worked his unwrapped cock in and out of my ass widly, his fuck
stick feeling better with every stroke.

His breathing was really turning me on now. He was tearing my ass up and he
just sounded so controlled…not yelling, not moaning, just breathing with
his strokes as he worked his cock in my butt. He closed his eyes a lot,
fixated on enjoying my hole…the computer light gleamed off the metal lip
ring.

I kind of liked being fucked by a guy as skinny as Emoboy. He just fit so
well between my legs, and he was really light, giving off of very little
heat. It was hot. He didn’t have a huge cock to work with but he was
fucking my ass just fine…making me feel real good.

My hole was completely opened up. He could pull his dick out and I could
feel myself gaping open…all he had to do was press his cock against my
cunt and it would swallow his cock for him.

Emoboy expeimented with a variety of different positions for my legs and
his body. He would grab me and twist me in one direction and then shove me
in another…lift up, slide down, push my ass up. Sometimes having a top
moving you like that is hot…he’s trying to figure out the best way to use
your ass. It all felt amazing…some of the pounding would have easily sent
me over if I wasn’t drunk.

I just focused on enjoying all the feelings in my ass. Totally relaxed, a
hot slick-haired, skinny emo boy working his cute little cock in and out of
my hole …fuck yeah. He had to blow in me. I would be so disappointed if
he pulled his dick out and shot somewhere else…I needed to feel his wad
buried in my guts.

“Your ass feels so good,” Emoboy said softly, eyes still closed. “I’m going
to cum soon.”

“Yeah,” I encouraged. “Fuck me until you cum.”

His pace increased. His skinny little body was slamming into mine, his dick
pushing deep into my hole. His breathing was more excited and less
controlled. I squeezed my ass tightly around his dick, hoping to give him a
thrill.

Emoboy grunted. “That made me cum,” he whispered. “Shit. I’m cumming right
now.” His whole body rocked into me hard, his balls pressed against my ass
as they unloaded a river of sweet boy jizz into my ass. My hand flew to my
dick and I managed to fire off my own load while Emoboy’s pole was still
contracting inside me.

It took him another minute to stop moving, his dick still pressed all the
way inside my ass. His chest was heaving up and down, his breaths deep.

“That was so fucking good,” he said with relief.

“Yeah,” I mumbled. Drunk fucking can be so hot. Now I expected him to jump
and leave at any moment.

Emoboy didn’t. He stayed right where he was, his cock and cum shoved up my
ass.

“It’s so good I hate to leave. No idea when my cock will be in something
this nice again.”

Eventually he slipped out, groaning when he did. He stood up and started to
put his clothes back on.

“Wait a few minutes and come back out,” he instructed.

“Yeah, I know,” I answered happily. I just wanted to fall asleep with his
load inside me. Too bad I wasn’t in my own bed.

He finished getting dressed and left the room. I relaxed for awhile,
enjoying my buzz and thinking about the cum in my ass. I felt so empty
without his cock…I would have gladly thrown my legs up and taken a few
more loads. Too bad that wasn’t going to happen.

I got dressed after awhile and went back out into the party. A lot of
people had left but some of them were still drinking. I didn’t see
Emoboy. I found one of my friends…he questioned me about what I’d been up
to but didn’t push to far. I’m sure he knew what I was up to.

We decided to head home. I drank a lot of water, took some tylenol, and
went to bed, the sperm still in my ass.

I hope I see him at another party. Something about Emoboy was especially
hot. Maybe it’s that I don’t know anything about his background…is he
straight or bi? Was that his first time fucking a guy’s ass or not? You
don’t think to ask these questions when you’re drunk and looking at a naked
boy in front of you.