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Chapter 5: The thirst grows
I woke late on Monday morning and was looking forward to getting settled into my new life. I had an appointment at the office to sign my work contract, but my first official day wasn't until the beginning of the month; I had a couple of weeks to relax, get my bearings and start to meet some new people. I rolled around in bed, trying to find the energy to get up and have breakfast...or lunch rather since it was already after noon. My hole was tender. I reached down to gently massage my asslips and squeezed as I thought about the fucking I had taken that night. I felt slutty and used, but as Dou had been so kind between and after, I wasn't feeling ashamed at all about what I had done. Then I thought back to the random men I had also sucked off in the woods, "NO MORE!" I promised myself, trying to convince my mind that it was a reaction to being alone in a new town, and just something I'd needed to get out of my system.
By 4pm, I had already been to the gym, signed my job contract and briefly met my new colleagues, the sun was shining and I found myself walking down a long boulevard leading out to a large square; Place de la Republique. I decided to make the most of the weather and grab a coffee on a terrace while I decided how to spend the end of my afternoon. Inevitably, I ended up opening up Grindr and scrolling through the seemingly endless profiles of hot guys. I sent a few flames, but still not having a picture up, I wasn't holding out much hope of a reply. Then one particular profile caught my eye: "Suck n Go?". I clicked on right away, intrigued.
He was close, and although his picture was a little obscure; I could make out a reasonably attractive man of 39 years of age. "Hey," I messaged, "How are you?". Immediately, I felt my phone vibrate and a reply had already come in: "Face? You free now to suck?" - typical Grindr message I thought to myself. I felt safe sending my picture, as no one was likely to know me here, "yeah, horny and free," I replied, wondering to myself whether I would actually go through with this in the middle of the day. His reply shot back almost immediately, I knew it must be a message he has saved and sends out to any bites he gets:
"Come now, I'll be waiting on my couch with my cock out, jerking off. Close the door when you enter, then come and kneel between my legs. You will suck me SLOWLY and gently, until I come in your mouth, and of course you will swallow ALL of it."
There was a war going on in my head - my serious-self wanted to say, "No way!" but I could hear a voice telling me I had to go, that he needed his cock sucked and that I would have to be the cocksucker to do it. Still I hesitated. I drank down my coffee and felt those familiar nerves raising. Then the phone buzzed again...his cock pic. I looked carefully at the photo and knew right away I couldn't refuse. It was a long, thick, pale cock, with a beautiful pink head set on a large pair of hairless balls. The blond pubes had been trimmed right back and there was pre-cum dripping out of the hole. "OK - send address", I typed and threw down a couple of euros to cover my coffee.
Within 10 minutes, I was crouching down in between the man's thighs. "I'm Pete," he said gently, but I didn't care. His cock was laid out before me like a feast ready to be devoured. "Go slowly...I'm sensitive," he said to me. He had a collection of poppers bottles beside him, and picked one up to inhale as I lifted his meat to take it into my mouth. "Gently, gently," he insisted again. I slowed down even more, until I was really taking his cock millimetre by millimetre in and out of my mouth. He was hard, and his cock had swelled to be large and more than enough to fill my mouth. I attempted to take him into my throat, but the tightness of my tonsils was too intense for his sensitive gland and I contented myself to be able to savour the fullness of his manhood as it ever-so-gently slid in and out of my mouth. He was taking hit after hit of the poppers and moaning loudly. I could taste that his balls were heavy producers of pre-cum, as the wet slipperiness filled the back of my mouth. This slow dance went on for over 20 minutes. Finally, I drew back and asked if I too could take a hit on the poppers.
He handed me one of the bottles, which I opened and inhaled, "I'm getting close," he said, "I want you to swallow everything and don't stop until I say." I lifted his cock back into my mouth, "Fine by me!" I thought to myself as I got back into the gentle rhythm of slowly drawing his spunk out of his heavy balls. The fullness of my mouth against his only 80% rigid cock felt wonderful and it startled me when I tasted a flood of liquid in my mouth. It was warm and flowed easily to the back of my throat; I swallowed without hesitation expecting to be swiftly finished, but Pete moaned loudly, "Keep going!"
I continued the slow rhythmic rocking back and forth, as his cock spewed wave after wave of cum into my mouth. My mouth filled up with the warm thick liquid again and I swallowed down what seemed like an impossibly large mouthful, and still it spewed out. With each wave Pete moaned and groaned ever more intensely as I felt his thigh muscles and balls begin to tense up. I swallowed another mouthful, amazed that he seemed to never be finished. Finally he reached his hand to my head and held me still as the last few squirts shot out, without great force but with considerable volume into my mouth. He held himself inside me as he dick began to soften. I suckled on his cock and swallowed one final time.
I pulled myself off him and stood, swiped my hand across my mouth and felt more than satisfied. I had no more desire to make small talk with this man, and he seemed to feel the same way. I thanked him and turned to leave. "Thanks, just pull the door closed behind you," he said as I walked out the apartment. I took out my phone and turned on Grindr, and went back to his profile. I saved him to my favourites thinking how much I had enjoyed that copious cumload. As I walked I could taste the cum on my breath and I decided to stop off in a shop and grab a chewing gum; it was early evening by now and I persuaded myself to pick up a beer as well for the walk, as it was such a nice night.
During the whole thing, I realised I hadn't really gotten hard. I hadn't been focused on getting myself off or touching even myself. I knew I had immensely enjoyed the encounter, but it was a sexual enjoyment that came from a different type of fulfilment; I had been motivated by the idea that I would get to swallow his cum at the end of it. When I took the hit on the poppers, the feeling of urgency to get him to ejaculate was what was in the forefront of my mind. The second I tasted that sweet nectar, I was satisfied, but only momentarily. As I walked with my beer, I took out my phone and checked the Grindr again, wondering if any other man close by needed relief, and whether I could get another shot of semen I was now longing for.
I was about a 30-minute walk from my place, and as I strolled I stopped frequently to sit on benches and check out the guys online to see if I had gone far enough for the grid to have changed. I would have been too worried about being recognised at home in London, but here the anonymity of a new city gave me the courage to be more daring than ever. I updated my username on my profile: "Cocksucker NOW" and continued walking, feeling safe that without a picture I still had some control over who I would contact. I ducked into a small corner store and picked up a fresh beer. When I came out to the street, I scanned around for a bench and saw a small green area further along, where I could sit and check my phone again.
BZZZZ, BZZZZ; several messages came through when I clicked back to Grindr. A few saying "hi" or "hello", but one message caught my eye: "You swallow?", it simply asked. I clicked on and enjoyed the toned torso of his profile picture. "Yeah - free now," I replied. "You host?" he shot back. "No, just passing by" I wrote, "Got a dick pic?" He replied with a picture of his long, thin cut cock. "Wanna empty my balls in the basement?" he wrote. His cock wasn't massive, but not bad at all and he seemed to be in good shape. The fact that he was looking for a cocksucker who would swallow sealed the deal for me.
We exchanged another few messages and he explained that when he buzzed me in, I would have to wait for him to come down and follow him into the basement. He insisted it would just be a 'suck and go' - "Perfect!" I thought to myself. In no time I was standing before his building, buzzing apartment 35. He let me in and I waited as he commanded. He appeared quickly, much more built even than in his photo, young but either bald or with a shaved head - it was too dark to tell. He led me into a cold and damp basement, he propped the door slightly ajar so there was some light - enough to see that I could kneel down in front of him. There were no pleasantries; he pulled his dick out of his jogging bottoms and it swung around, rock hard. I leant forward and took him into my mouth.
He was frantic, going deep then pulling out; his thrusts were erratic, and we carried on like this for a while. Occasionally he would pull out and slap his hard cock around my face, but eventually I could tell from his moaning that he was getting close. He pulled and started jerking his cock in his hand. "Open wide," he ordered, "and look at me!" I did exactly as I was told, looking him right in the eyes with my mouth open in anticipation. His jerking was getting faster and he used his other hand to hold me in place by my jaw. He lined his bell-end up just beside my mouth and with a heave, he shot his first thick jet which missed my mouth and covered my nose and cheek. Three or four subsequent jets were on target, straight into my waiting mouth. I tasted his salty load on my tongue and was pleased to get my reward. When he finished shooting he rubbed his slimy dick around my nose and cheek, using his meat to collect the cum that had splashed on my face and rubbing it down into my mouth so that none went to waste. He obviously found it extremely hot seeing a man consume his nut and I was very happy to oblige.
When he was finished, I stood up and followed him back to the ground floor, he gestured to the exit and without a word disappeared down the hallway. I exited into the street and felt a deep satisfaction; the night air was fresh and I had dried cum on my face. I wanted another beer, but even more than that I wanted to swallow another cum load. I continued meandering down the street, first saving the guy's profile to my favourites for another time and hoping I would have another bite before reaching home. I was feeling slightly tipsy and started to gain a bit of Dutch courage. I took out my phone and called Charles...I had the image on his thick mushroom-headed cock imprinted on my mind and I loved how to use my throat as a pussy; no answer, so I sent a message asking if he was free - maybe by the time I got home, he would reply.
On the path home, I made one more stop off - an older Russian guy - he invited me into his hotel and seemed to want some company for the evening, despite me insisting I was just coming to suck him and leave. The encounter seemed a little too rushed for him, and I had used my hand to jerk him off into my open mouth. His jizz shot powerfully into my throat; several forceful jets - enough to make me cough and my eyes to water. I left satisfied with another warm load in my stomach, but what I really wanted was the hot spunk from a big, black cock. By the time I was nearing home, I still hadn't received any reply from Charles and decided the only thing to do was to head into the woods. I made a beeline for the entrance.
I knew immediately as I neared the first clearing that it was quieter than usual at this time. I decided to do a lap of the enclosed park to see if anyone was around. I passed only one guy, who didn't seem interested in engaging with me. "Was I too early?" I wondered - it was coming up to midnight, and the night was dark. I realised then that it was Monday night, the first time I had been there not on the weekend. I sat on my usual bench and decided to wait to see if it would pick up a little. I checked Grindr and saw a few people close by, but none were online. I got up to walk another lap and came across a man who seemed to be in reasonable shape; he gestured to me to follow him behind a tree which I did willingly. When we arrived to a clearing a short moment later he knelt down and waited for me to approach. "Damn!" I thought to myself, apologising and explaining to him that I was a cocksucker too - we laughed it off and I continued deeper into the woods.
"It must be dry here tonight, if the only other guy is a cocksucker too," I thought to myself, resigning myself to the potential of having to go to bed hungry. I stood back beside the bench taking one last scan of the scene, when I saw a silhouette walking towards me. A young, black guy with a wide smile on his face, "Ka-CHING," I thought to myself. When he was beside me he started to make small talk, and I wondered at first if he wasn't lost or mistaken about what was going on, but then I felt him take my hand and guide it inside his coat to press on his hard cock which was hanging out. "Wanna suck me?" he asked, smiling, "Sure!" I replied enthusiastically. I led him to the spot I had previously sucked in, which was fast becoming my 'territory'. I knelt down with my back against the thick tree trunk for support and took his cock in my mouth like so many before that day.
He was thrusting into me and I was turned on when his seemingly-innocent character gave way to a sleazy facefucker: "Yeah! Suck that cock you fucking whore! - You gonna swallow that nut you fag!" It turned me on to be treated like this by a guy that was younger than me. His dick slipped into my throat and on several thrusts I gagged and couged. "Yeah, choke on that fat cock!" he roared. Suddenly, I could sense him gesturing to another guy and there was a second man standing in front of me. He was too close for me to see anything other than his crotch and he pulled out a large, cut cock - another Algerian or Moroccan guy I surmised. The black guy leant down and whispered in my ear forcefully, "You're gonna suck us both - and eat it fag!" I took turns on their cocks, sucking one and jerking the other with my free hand, then switching. They had similar sized dicks; one slightly longer, the other slightly thicker. I was in my element and we continued like this for a few minutes. I knew from the sounds around us that a small crowd had begun to form nearby. I snatched a look around - at least 3 other men were observing us and inching slowly closer forward. Only days ago I would have been mortified at the thought of a crowd watching me service two strangers in this way, but my mindset was gradually changing and the beers had helped me to loosen up. Now what I wanted was to swallow their loads. What's more, I wanted the men watching to know I had done it too.
After some time, the second guy whose face I hadn't even seen stepped closer to me; I realised he was getting ready to shoot. His thrusts increased and with a groan he shot into my mouth. As soon as he pulled out, the black guy's dick took his place as the man moved away into the bushes only for his place to be taken by another stranger who swiftly unbuckled his jeans, pulled out his dick and started jerking it off inches from my face. Suddenly, it was the black guy's turn to pick up the pace and he became even more verbal and demeaning in front of the crowd. "Yeah you cum rag, you're gonna eat my nut, you faggot!" It was hot, and I wanted nothing more than to taste his sperm. After a moment he too shot in my mouth. I dutifully swallowed and he pulled out making space for the next cock to invade my mouth.
I watched the black guy out of the corner of my eye, as I sucked the next dick, tidying himself and buttoning up his jeans. He leant down towards me and whispered again, "You're gonna suck off any man here who wants to be sucked, ok faggot?" and he stood back and watched. Over the next twenty minutes, I drained two more dicks, as a few other men came close to observe the action but didn't get involved themselves. When the last one ejaculated, I swallowed and stayed kneeling for a moment waiting to see if anyone else wanted to feed me, but the crowd slowly dissipated. I only saw the back of the black guy as he walked away without a farewell. I felt satisfied with myself and decided it was a good time to head home. I did one more lap of the park, in case someone interesting might pop up and then I started down the path back to my apartment.
When I arrived home, I felt wide awake. It was 1am, but I had slept late and didn't feel like going to bed yet. I logged back into Grindr to see who was around. "Just one more load, then I can sleep," I kept saying to myself. There was a message from a black profile, it had only his age listed; 22, and his race; mixed. He was less than 50 meters away, I imagined it was one of the hot guys I always passed in the shisha bar right outside my apartment building. I wrote back, "hey man, horny?" I had to wait a few minutes for a reply, but it was worth it when it came. A photo of a slim, well-toned, young athletic body with a thick hard cock and beautiful pink tip and he had an amazing caramel skin tone. "You do Gloryhole?" he asked. I wasn't sure what he meant. I mean I obviously knew what a gloryhole was, but was there a gay sauna or something close by, I wasn't sure. "I'm just at home, you wanna come over?" I replied. "You ain't got a gloryhole at yours?" he replied, "I don't show face."
Suddenly, it clicked, he wanted to stay anonymous. "Shit!" I thought, "I wish I had a gloryhole." Then in a flash I had an idea; I had seen those profiles guys put up - gloryhole and it's a curtain. My apartment was perfect for it. The front door opened to a narrow corridor which all the other rooms came off. All I had to do was hang a curtain in the corridor a few feet from the door. The guy could come in a few feet, not even really be in the apartment, and I would be waiting behind the curtain. I looked around. I had brought a big bed sheet with me. I set about installing a homemade gloryhole and when it was reasonably well fixed in place I sent a picture to my beautiful caramel boy.
I set about making it comfortable for me; I set out the poppers within easy reach, some tissues and cushions for my knees. The caramel boy replied that he was on his way, I sent him the door codes and set the door ever-so-slightly ajar, then I went behind the curtain and assumed my position. I had cut a slit about crotch level to welcome the guy's cock and rested my hand in it, so he would see it clearly when he arrived.
I heard the door creak and my heart skipped several beats, as the gravity of inviting a complete stranger into my home took hold. It seemed like an eternity that I waited and I wondered, what he could be doing as I heard him shuffling the other side of the curtain. Then finally his cock came poking through the slit. It was stunning, even more amazing than the photo he had sent me. I couldn't help but wonder if he was indeed one of the sexy guys I had passed on the way into the building. His cock had that beautiful smoothness and fullness of youth. His bush was fluffy and his balls smelled incredible. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible, so I started slowly massaging his balls and licked around his crotch. He moaned, obviously appreciating the attention, before I dove in and took his meat into my mouth. I sucked him gently and deeply, not wanting to make him cum too soon - instead savouring this beautiful dick for as long as I could.
I reached down and took a hit of poppers and let my mind wonder and imagine all the "not-out" or straight men I could invite to this gloryhole. I imagined a queue of beautiful muscular men lining up from the shisha bar waiting for their turn to be sucked and to release their load into the willing cumdump's mouth; into my mouth. "God! I wanted to taste this guy's sweet caramel syrup!" I thought to myself over and over.
"I'm gonna nut!" he suddenly moaned loudly, and I picked up the pace to match his thrusts. Another minute or so passed and I focused on letting his cock penetrate my throat as deeply as I could without gagging, making his cum build and build in his balls. Then with a grunt and thrust he shot jet after jet into my throat. I swallowed eagerly. After a moment he withdrew, "Tissue?" he asked, hearing his low voice for the first time. I handed him a kleenex through the curtain and I waited patiently as I heard him clean himself up, put away his junk and slip out the door. I came out from behind the curtain and pushed the door closed, then hopped quickly into the kitchen to see if I could catch a glimpse of him crossing the courtyard. I saw only the back of him, but he looked every bit the sexy athlete I imagined. I wanted more!
I took out my phone, but it was late on a Monday night, and I didn't have any new messages. I took the chance to update my photo though - keeping the username I had changed earlier in the evening, but adding the photo of the home-made gloryhole I had sent to the caramel boy 20 minutes earlier. I stayed up a while, hoping to get another bite, but grew tired and must have dozed off sometime after 2am.
To be continued......