Dom's Little Black Book - Trash Panda (Patreon)

It was six in the morning on a Saturday, and I was lying awake in bed with my stables bare. And by that I mean that none of my regular boys were available. The list had gotten shorter recently, some falling into relationships and others just proving to be unreliable enough that I did not keep in touch. So I found myself as I often did when I couldn’t sleep, laying in bed with a hard-on, searching for a boy to take care of it.

Given the hour, ,the efforts of my searches are usually fruitless, leaving me to take care of myself before moving on with my day. But it would seem luck was with me today - a cute boy on Scruff sent me a woof. He was local, awake, and into all the right things - namely being a cumdump sub bottom. We started chatting, quickly exchanged pics, and before I knew it I was out the door and on my way to his place.

You can tell how horned up I was seeing as I was willing to go to him instead of making him come to me. It had been a few weeks since my last really good fuck. I don’t just mean decent sex, I mean the kind that goes on for at least an hour and leaves you a sweaty and sore mess by the time you’re done. The kind where you spend the rest of the day feeling really really good, just fucked out and totally sated. That’s what I wanted.

I arrived at his place just after 6:30. The sky was still dark and the roads were mostly empty. After texting him that I was there, he had me meet him at the back door to the house, around the garage. After he let me in, he beckoned me immediately into his bedroom, which was right next to the door. I would learn later that he lived with a number of straight roommates. Gotta love a slutty boy who sneaks his dick appointments in and out of the house.

We didn’t get too deep into the small talk before I started stripping myself down. He followed suit, only wearing a pair of shorts over a bright red jock. I very quickly grabbed him and pulled him into me, going for a kiss while my hand snaked around to grab and smack his ass. He was a good kisser, and moaned into my mouth when my fingers began seeking out his hole.

He was a cute bear cub, really more of an otter, fuzzy all over, with a good sized brown beard with a hint of ginger in it. There was a punk feel to him, pierced and covered in tattoos, and he had these dark circles around his eyes, though in the lack-of-light, I couldn’t tell if it was leftover makeup or just tiredness. His personality had that little tinge of femme to it, and you could tell from his attitude that he didn't care how bad something might be for him - if he wanted to do it, he was going to fucking do it. Band posters lined his walls, and I remembered his reason for being awake at this hour - he had never gone to bed. He was at a concert the previous night and was still too wired to sleep. He needed some dick.

I moved us to the bed, pulling one of his legs over my thigh. My hand returned my hand to his hole, rubbing and teasing him while I continued to kiss him long and deep. Good boy that he was, he took everything I gave him, which only pushed me to get rougher. I started biting at his lips and forcing my tongue into his mouth. I gave his ass a few heavy smacks, reveling in the way he shuddered against me after each blow.

After I’d had my fill of his lips, I was ready to move mine elsewhere - his ass. I pulled away and grabbed his thigh, rolling him onto his stomach. I spanked and squeezed his ass as I slid down his back, lowering myself off the edge of the bed until his butt was at eye level.

I lowered my face, biting into a cheek and worrying the flesh with my teeth. I released it from my mouth only to grab and knead it with my hands, spreading him wide. I was pleased to see that his furry ass has an equally furry hole. Tight looking, but far from virginal; a trashy hole on a trashy boy. I licked a long stripe up from his taint to the top of his ass, making sure he felt every movement over his hole.

He started moaning above me, his head turned to the side as he clutched onto his bedsheets. I grabbed my bottle of poppers - I love using them when I eat ass - and took a hit. Licking my lips, I dove face first into his ass as the low thump of the music he had playing poured out of the speakers, drowning out any of our noise before it could leave the room. My Trash Panda, as I’ve come to name him, continued to moan and groan as my tongue worked its way deeper.

I kept my hands on his ass, holding him open, as I drove my tongue in and out of his hole. I got his hole as wet as I could before pulling back and blowing air over it, making him shudder. I nibbled, licked, and spat on it. I was making it my duty to give him the tongue fucking of his life.

I could feel his hole relax around my tongue and knew I was ready to move on. I - very reluctantly - tore myself away from his ass. Flipping him over once more, I lifted and pushed back his legs as I leaned over for a kiss. Briefly grabbing the lube from his nightstand and squeezing out some for my dick, I slicked up and rested my cockhead against his hole.

I kissed him deeply as I pushed my hips forward and my cockhead breached the first ring of muscle in his ass. He moaned into my mouth, and in response I drove my tongue deeper into his. His body was nearly bent in half, covered by my own, with inch after inch of my cock pushing deeper into his ass. I wanted this boy to feel possessed.

As I felt my crotch resting against his ass, I could hear him whimpering as my full girth stretched him out. I continued kissing him as I pulled my hips back, taking a few inches of my cock with it. The boy could only groan as my cock was resheathed.

I started to steadily snap my hips against him, all while still devouring his mouth. Our beards scratched against each other as I came up for air. Looking down, I watched the expressions on my boy’s face as my dick pounds in and out of him. Then I noticed that he was grinding his teeth.

“Are you rolling right now?” I asked, familiar with the signs of MDMA.

“Uh...yeah….sorry. Is that a problem?” he asked sheepishly.

“Only because you didn’t tell me so we could have done it together,” I practically growled before capturing his mouth again. Fucking hell, knowing he was fucked up on ecstasy, after a night of partying...like I said, I love a trashy boy.

I continued to fuck and kiss the boy for just a little longer, before I pulled out and set his legs down. I only let him catch his breath for a moment before flipping him back onto his stomach. I quickly pulled up his hips and lined my cock back up with his hole and dove back in.

The boy went back to clutching onto his bed, the only way he could hold himself steady as I furiously pounded into him from behind. I couldn’t hear the music over the sounds coming from his throat and the slap of my skin on his. I gripped his hips tightly as I fucked in and out, the bright red jockstrap matching the flush of skin on his back. I could feel as my orgasm approached and I started to lose my rhythm, almost knocking him over as I tried to slam my cock even deeper than before.

I practically climbed over the boy as I began to unload, the only thing preventing me was my cock lodged firmly within him. I ground against him with each blast of cum, my cock pulsing and stretching him more. I finally collapsed on his back, the two of us laying in a puddle of our own sweat. I rolled us onto our sides, and held him close as we caught our breath.

After extracting myself, I used his bathroom to clean up. As I sat down and began to get redressed, the boy and I chatted, making some of the small talk we skipped out on earlier. We made plans to get together again, and with a kiss and a grope, I made my way outside and back to my car.

I had no idea I’d be seeing him again only twelve hours later.

It was later that night, just after leaving dinner with my sister, that I started to feel a familiar stirring in my groin. The words the Trash Panda shared about getting together again stuck with me, and I shot him a text. As luck would have it, his roommates - all straight (tragic, I know) - were throwing a party that night, and he was still too tired to really enjoy himself. He would much rather spend the evening in his room taking more of my cock.

I headed straight to his place before he even had a chance to tell me more. My cock was already half-hard in my shorts by the time I pulled up. This time, there were a number of cars parked outside his place, and I could see small groups of people entering through the front door. I parked and headed for the back door, where he met me to once again usher me in quickly to his bedroom.

The party was in full swing, the music barely drowning out the sounds of people talking and drinking. The boy walked over to his stereo to turn the volume up, though I wasn’t terribly concerned that people might be able to hear us. Honestly, I kind of wanted them to.

We wasted no time stripping down and getting on the bed together, kissing. I immediately sought out his hole with my fingers, his jock once again providing easy access. I pressed against it firmly, rubbing gently, and was rewarded with a familiar moan. I continued to tease and work my fingers against his hole as the party roared around us.

Hungry for more than just his mouth, I tore myself away from him and, bottle of poppers in hand, moved my way down the bed to his ass. Finding a good position, I took a hit of poppers and spread his cheeks, once again locking eyes with his tight, furry hole. I moved in for the kill, steadily inserting my tongue into his hole as deep as it could go.

He’d been fucked and bred by someone else since then, so I appreciated that he showered to give me a clean canvas to work with. But knowing that he had still needed more dick and cum after I bred him deeply this morning? I growled as I fucked his ass with my tongue, squeezing and kneading his ass in my hands. I could only just make out his moans over the sounds of the party. I lazily dragged my tongue over his hole, licking up and down his crack. I pulled back for a moment, wanting to tak-

Suddenly, the door handle jiggled. Thankfully it was locked, but still! I lifted my head up fully and gave the door an offended look, before turning to look at my boy questioningly.

“Go away,” he growled at the door, annoyed that he even had to lift his head from the pillow.

“Oh, sorry. I was wondering why-”

“Nope!” he cut the voice on the other side of the door off. “GO AWAY.”

That seemed to do the trick, and we were once again (relatively) alone. After a quick laugh, his head hit the pillow with a flop, I took another hit of poppers, and we picked up where we had left off. I pistoned my tongue in and out of his hole, increasing the speed as I went. A prelude to what I was about to do to his ass.

Pulling back and kneeling up, I flipped the boy onto his back. I wiped the spit from my face and beard and used it to slick my cock, running my hand up and down the length. Then I gripped both of his legs and lifted, moving to kneel between them. Eyeing his body hungrily,I aimed my cock towards his wet and open hole, and pushed forward.

As my head slipped past his entrance, I let my body weight carry me down, taking his legs with me. I bent him in two, pushing my cock further into his ass, and captured his mouth with my own. As I probed his mouth, his tongue gave way to mine. I held my hips against his, flexing my cock while it was rooted to the hilt.

He moaned into my mouth, and I continued to kiss him deeply as I pulled back. I slowly rotated my hips, smoothly sliding my cock in and out of his hole. I held him close as we fucked, never letting his mouth leave mine for long. The music and the party around us began to slowly bleed into the background.

After enough of this, the boy asked me if we could switch positions - his legs were getting a little sore from being bent the way they were. I was happy to oblige. I eased myself out of his ass, allowing my Trash Panda to flip onto his stomach. I quickly found his hole and resumed pounding.

We continued on like that for a while, our fucking getting faster and faster. We had worked ourselves into quite a sweat and the sheets around us were soaked, so we decided to take a break. I pulled out and sprawled on the bed next to him as I caught my breath.

“Wanna watch some porn?” he suggested with a horny look.

“Sure. I love porn.” Because duh. Hell, I should be filming this.

He reached over to his laptop and put on a video he had downloaded, and I laughed at the ridiculously complicated method he used to hide his porn folder. We cuddled a bit as we watched, with me slowly grinding my crotch against his ass. After a few minutes I grabbed his head and directed him downward. He flipped himself over as he took my cock into his mouth, swallowing it to the base without hesitation.

I kept my hand in his hair as he bobbed up and down on my dick. My attention was split between the porn on the screen next to me and the sight of my dick disappearing down his throat. Every so often I would thrust my hips upward, meeting him halfway as my cock got to know his tonsils. Naturally, with my body rested and my cock once again rock hard, I was once again ready to fuck.

“Doggy,” I told him with a tug on his hair, making him cease his oral ministrations.

I slid off the bed to allow him to position himself, climbing up behind him a moment later. My cock still wet from his mouth and his hole still sloppy, I dove back in, dick first. I didn’t start furiously flailing my hips right away, opting to take my time and let things build. I listened as each pass of my length over his prostate caused another moan to erupt from my boy. I spanked his ass, watching the flesh jig-

*knock knock knock*

“Hey! What are you doing in there?!” some dumb bitch asked loudly.

I swear to god if another drunk chucklefuck interrupts me one more goddamn time I-

“I’M GETTING FUCKED,” my Trash Panda roared at the door.

Fuck. I think that just made my dick twitch.

“...Oh…” was the response. I didn’t wait for the interloper to move from the door, I just got back to fucking.

I was incensed. I gripped him by the hips firmly and began to steadily fuck half my length in and out of his hole. Each time my thighs met his, his furry ass would ripple. I drove my hips faster and harder, mesmerized. Before long I was towering over him, the strength of my thrusts forcing him downward, his hips spreading even wider as I pushed him further into the mattress.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I announced to him as much as I did to the rest of the room. I fucking hope someone was listening.

I instinctually continued to fuck into my boy’s hole as I shot, each successive thrust more erratic than the last. I finally could no longer balance myself and collapsed on top of him, instincts still driving me to grind into his ass. When I was finally done breeding him, I held myself there for a few moments longer, savoring the warmth.

With a final nuzzle to the neck, I reluctantly released my raccoon boy to clean myself again in his bathroom. When I emerged, he was already getting dressed. He would walk me to the door, quickly letting me out, and then join the festivities. I’m not sure if he was hoping everyone was still none the wiser, nor did I care. I kissed him before we left the bedroom, saying goodbye to him, and smirking at the two college boys chatting in the garage on my way out.

I guess I should go to more straight parties.