Breeding the Sniffies Bottom

Reid checked the apartment number twice before he knocked, pulse jumping in his throat. Twenty-four, freshly showered, he stood in the hallway of a quiet building wearing the tight gray pants he’d chosen because they showed the curve of his ass and the outline of his already half-hard cock. Sniffies had matched him with Gareth an hour earlier—profile photos of a solid chest, thick thighs, a confident smile, and a cock that looked heavy even soft. Gareth’s message had been direct: come over, I’ll take care of you. No small talk beyond the quick exchange of ages and what they wanted. Reid was a bottom who loved getting his mouth and hole used; Gareth, thirty-two, was a top who preferred eager men who knew how to take it.

The door opened on a man taller than the photos suggested, dark hair still damp, wearing only low-slung sweatpants. The scent of clean skin and faint cologne hit Reid first. Gareth’s eyes dragged down Reid’s body and stopped at the bulge. “You’re early,” he said, voice low. “Good. Get in here.”

Reid stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. Nerves and arousal twisted together so tightly he could barely breathe. Gareth didn’t waste time. He cupped the back of Reid’s neck and pulled him into a rough kiss that tasted like mint and heat. Reid moaned into it, hands sliding up the warm muscle of Gareth’s chest. When Gareth broke the kiss he guided Reid down by the shoulders until Reid’s knees hit the rug.

“Show me what that mouth does,” Gareth said.

Reid tugged the sweatpants down. Gareth’s cock sprang free, thick, already leaking, the head flushed dark. Reid wrapped his lips around it and sank halfway, tongue working the underside. The weight of it filled his mouth, salty and hot. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, one hand stroking what he couldn’t take while the other gripped Gareth’s thigh. Gareth groaned and threaded fingers into Reid’s hair, not forcing, just holding him there while Reid bobbed, spit slicking the shaft. Reid’s own cock throbbed untouched in his pants. He took Gareth deeper, throat fluttering, eyes watering, loving the way Gareth’s hips rocked in small, controlled thrusts. When Gareth warned him with a rough curse, Reid stayed down and swallowed every pulse of cum, licking him clean afterward, lips shiny, breath ragged.

They stayed on the floor a minute, Gareth’s hand resting on Reid’s head. “Next time,” Gareth said, “I want more than your mouth.” Reid nodded, still tasting him, already aching for it.

Two nights later Reid was back at the same door, harder before he even knocked. Gareth pulled him inside and kissed him against the wall, deeper this time, hands already under Reid’s shirt, palms dragging over skin. They stumbled to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. Clothes hit the floor in a rush—Reid’s pants shoved to his ankles, Gareth’s shirt yanked off. Reid’s hole was already slick from the plug he’d worn on the way over; he’d prepped thoroughly, desperate. Gareth pushed him onto the bed on his back, spread his thighs, and rolled a condom down his thick cock with practiced fingers. The latex snapped into place. He lined up and pushed in slow, the stretch burning sweet even through the condom. Reid gasped, legs hooking around Gareth’s waist, pulling him deeper. Gareth fucked him in long, steady strokes, missionary, hips grinding, the condom a thin barrier Reid suddenly hated. Every thrust dragged over his prostate and made his cock leak onto his stomach. The friction felt good but not enough—too smooth, too distant. Reid’s hands clutched Gareth’s shoulders, nails biting. Heat flooded him, overwhelming. He reached down between their bodies, found the base of the condom, and yanked it off in one sharp tug, tossing the slick latex aside. “Bare,” he panted, voice cracking. “Breed me. Please, Gareth, I need you to cum in me raw. Fill me up.”

Gareth froze, cock still half inside, eyes locked on Reid’s face. He pulled all the way out, the head dragging free, and braced himself on his arms above Reid. “You sure?” His voice was rough, controlled. “You want me to breed that hole? No condom, my cum deep in you?”

“Yes,” Reid said, breathless, spreading his legs wider, hole clenching on nothing. “I want it. Fuck me bare and knock me up with your load. I’m sure.”

Gareth’s jaw tightened. He spit on his cock, stroked once, and slammed back in raw. The difference hit them both at once—hot skin, no barrier, Reid’s tight heat gripping every inch. Gareth cursed and drove deep, bottoming out. Reid cried out, back arching. Gareth didn’t stay in missionary. He pulled out, flipped Reid onto his hands and knees with firm hands, and shoved back in from behind in one hard thrust. Doggy. Reid’s face pressed into the pillow, ass up, Gareth’s grip locking onto his hips hard enough to bruise. The slap of skin filled the room. Gareth pounded him, long powerful strokes that shoved Reid forward then dragged him back onto the thick cock. Every thrust sank balls-deep, the head kissing Reid’s guts, raw friction lighting every nerve. Reid moaned loud, shameless, pushing back to meet him. “Harder—breed me, fuck, put it all in me.”

Gareth’s fingers dug into the meat of Reid’s ass, spreading him so he could watch his cock disappear into the stretched, glistening hole. He fucked faster, hips snapping, sweat dripping onto Reid’s back. The wet sounds grew obscene—Reid’s hole sucking him in, spit and precum slicking the way. Reid reached under himself and stroked his own cock in time with the thrusts, fist tight, precum dripping onto the sheets. Gareth leaned over him, chest to back, one hand sliding up to grip Reid’s throat lightly while the other stayed clamped on his hip. “Taking it so good,” he growled against Reid’s ear. “Gonna flood this hole. You want every drop?”

“Yes—cum in me, breed your bottom, fill me until it leaks.” Reid’s voice broke on a moan. His hole clenched rhythmically around the bare cock, milking it. Gareth’s rhythm turned punishing, short deep thrusts that punched the air from Reid’s lungs. The bedframe knocked the wall. Reid’s hand flew over his cock, balls drawing tight. Gareth slammed in to the root and held there, grinding, cock pulsing. The first hot jet of cum shot deep inside Reid, thick and sudden. Reid shouted, orgasm ripping through him as Gareth kept pumping, flooding him with spurt after spurt. Reid’s own cum striped the sheets beneath him, his hole spasming around the throbbing cock, pulling the load deeper. Gareth groaned low and animal, hips jerking through the last pulses, stuffing Reid full until cum squeezed out around his shaft and ran down Reid’s balls.

They stayed locked like that, Gareth’s weight heavy on Reid’s back, both of them shaking. Gareth didn’t pull out. He stayed buried, slowly grinding in small circles, working the last drops deeper into Reid’s freshly bred hole. His cock softened only a little, still plugging the mess inside. “Good boy,” he murmured, voice wrecked, lips against Reid’s shoulder. “Took every bit of it. Look at you, stuffed full of my cum.” Reid’s breathing slowed, cheek pressed to the pillow, hole fluttering weakly around the thick length still inside him. Cum leaked in a warm trickle whenever Gareth shifted. They caught their breath in the quiet room, sweat cooling, Gareth’s arms braced so he didn’t crush Reid completely. Neither moved to separate. Gareth’s cock remained snug in the bred hole, keeping the load where it belonged. After a long minute Reid turned his head just enough to meet Gareth’s eyes. “Again soon,” he whispered. “Bare. Breed me again.” Gareth nodded once, forehead resting between Reid’s shoulder blades, and the only sound left was their slowing breaths in the dark.