During the previous summer visit to the States, I found the time to meet with and hook up with a fellow over in Albuquerque. This year though, I hadn't found that time and during our last days in Miami, I started to really feel my unspent horniness. We stay pretty far from the city when we stay in Miami, so I had largely been unsuccessful in finding hook-ups there (especially as it was out of the question to host where I was staying). This time, I got a match though, one guy who lived a few blocks away. He hit me up with a Smile and gave me his phone number and address.
As I did not have a car at the time, I started walking over there. On the way over, the guy called me up. At this point, I was getting deliriously horny. We started talking and he asked me if I was okay with his request to fuck bare. Given that that request fed into my horniness, I agreed. Then he asked me if I was okay with his request to cum inside me given that he was HIV negative, which I hadn't seen before leaving the house. I balked a bit, then just agreed. He noted that I must have been really horny to agree to this.
I continued walking and it took me about 30-40 minutes walking in a Miami afternoon-evening to get to his place. He was renting a backroom of house and met at the back gate. He's a Middle eastern/Central eastern fellow, semi-built, about fifteen years my senior.
We went into his room, undressed, made out, and then began fucking in earnest. We switched positions a bit on his bed. He also turned on the TV to cover our sounds. This led to an interesting experience where he was fucking me while I lay in the bed with him standing at the edge of he bed, while he simultaneously watched the TV show that was on (I think NCIS). It was an experience of objectification, of being there and being used or done unto while the person performing the act was otherwise mentally engaged. For many, this would be a turn-off. I found it kind of hot.
At the moment, I do not recall the position we were in when he finally bred me. I don't remember whether we were front-to-front or back-to-front (I think it was the latter). Afterwards, we cuddled for a while and cleaned up a little bit (his room and bathroom had bachelor-lived-in quality).
We met again the next day (and went out for Denny's one of those days) for another breeding. We did the same the next year.
The dick that provided my first breeding.
While the fucking and cuddling was good (and exhausting my horniness was delightful), I did not feel the breeding in itself. I don't know if it was my tiredness or a lack of sensitivity inside my ass, but I cannot recall feeling the thrust and ejaculation in itself...maybe I just need some more "data" to test this out. What worked more for me about it was the idea of the breeding, of his cum and DNA inside of me and that intimacy. I'll just have to see what future hook-ups will bring.