Cumdump in a Motel Copyright 2016
It wasn't the sleaziest motel I'd ever been in. Underneath the clinical smell of antiseptics and air fresheners were decades of cigarettes, sweat, and sins. Two beds were covered in shabby bedding. The furniture was shoddy pressboard covered in chipped and bubbled veneer. The mini fridge sounded tired. The television remote wasn't bolted to anything, the TV too old to be worth stealing. Fluorescent lights buzzed underneath yellowing shades and cracked sconces. It had been cleaned by rote indifferently. Stray pubes decorated a tub accented with cigarette burns. Peeling vinyl around the toilet held years of stale piss. Everything was faded or damaged. Nothing matched. The longer I was in here, the more the old smells seeped out. It was the kind of room addicts, thugs, or whores would party in.
It was perfect.
I downed another shot of Stoli and stowed the bottle in the wheezing fridge. I flopped naked onto the bed, lit a cigarette, and checked my phone. The ad had been up for 30 minutes. Any minute the replies would start coming in. It was to the point: basic statistics of a white guy "taking anonymous raw pump-n-dumps in a motel" and dozen pictures. There were pics of me on all fours, cum pouring out of my puffy hole, close ups of black dicks sliding between my white cheeks, a dude's white belly resting on my ass, and other pics of me getting fucked bareback. You don't have to be all that hot if your pics are. Pics sell, text doesn't. No incantations against flakes and time wasters. I get those no matter what. I just deal and move on. No requirements of guys who reply. Ugly dudes need to breed, too. I'd get as many hot guys as not, and I was in it for the loads anyway. I'm a cumdump. Preferences are for precious people.
My phone vibrated from a push notice: my first reply. It was the usual stuff: bare minimum of stats and a `where you at?' I sent a canned reply I'd composed earlier with the motel address and room number. I'm efficient. I stubbed the cigarette out and turned out the lights. I'd scouted rooms before I checked in and requested this one. It was on the second floor so no one in the parking lot would see when the door opened. It was across the lot from a sodium lamp. The room was dark, but there was enough spill from the lamp to move about easily. My phone vibrated again.
"omw 10 min"
I reread the original message: a black guy. I pulled the Stoli out and took another shot. I flopped back on the bed, rubbed extra lube into my hole, and slipped some fingers in. It wasn't my first rodeo. Racist or not, it's not a myth black dudes are often bigger hung than white dudes and often enough true I knew better than to leave anything to chance. The first fuck was the most important. My hole wasn't stretched yet, and had no cum in it. I can take a fuck, but if he was hung huge and a rough fuck, he could wreck my hole for the night.
I cracked the door. I got on all fours on the bed. My ass would be the first thing he saw.. I set a tube of lube on my lower back and refreshed my email app. No new messages, but it was still early yet. A few minutes later a shaft of sodium light arced across the bed. The door latched shut and I heard the shuffle of shucking clothes. A nervous thrill shot through my guts. No matter how many times I took anonymous loads, it was always as exciting as the first time.
The heat of another body radiated over my ass cheeks. A rough hand ran up and down my thigh then over my ass. A finger probed my hole. A cock started smacking against my ass cheeks. Good, he was already hard. He rubbed the head up and down my crack and pressed it against my hole. He grabbed the lube and I heard the greasy sounds of him slicking up his cock. The tube landed up near the pillows.
The head of his cock pressed against me and slipped in. The head was big and my hole didn't stretch easily around it. Stabbing pains shot from it. I reached back and held his shaft while I pulled off. He had a hefty cock. A beat, then I slid a few inches back in, backing off again when my ring was at its limit. I clamped my ass as I pulled off, a technique I'd learned quickly loosened me up. Another beat to relax then better than halfway this time. One last beat then I pushed back and let him go. He pushed forward and sank himself into me, his pubes wiry and rough against my cheeks.
"Damn," he whispered.
He slowly withdrew his cock to the head then slid it back in. I gauged him around nine inches, and pretty girthy. A tough first cock, but already my hole was slacking enough I was sure I could take it. He grabbed my hips and settled into smooth long-dicking, his balls large and low enough to swing under me and smack my own. I fluttered my ring muscles over his cock: harder when he pulled out, just a feather of pressure when he pushed back in. He picked up speed and tested a harder thrust. I rocked back to meet the next one. He understood and started pulling me by my hips, sinking himself deeper and harder. The smacking of his hips against my ass got louder and faster.
He grabbed my shoulders and started hammering into me. He slammed hard enough he was hitting bottom so I adjusted my angle so he could freely go balls deep. He was fucking too fast for me to vary my grip so I just kept my ass lightly clenched. Above his grunts and the wet smacks I heard my phone buzz. I started rolling my hips and clamped my ass a little harder.
He groaned and sank five hard times into me. His shaft swelled and stretched my hole. I could feel pulses along his tube. Knowing a dude was unloading in me spread a flush over me. He held still until his breathing slowed then pulled out. I clamped hard on his cock to squeeze as much cum out of it as I could. The wet plop it made coming out made my cock twitch. I spun around and swallowed his cock, squeezing the last few drops of nut into my mouth. I let him go, spun back around and flopped onto my stomach. I checked my phone while he dressed in the dark. I heard the jangle of keys, saw the shaft from the streetlight then was in darkness and silence again.
Two messages were in my inbox. The first one was only one line, "How many loads in you?"
"Just one," I sent back.
The second was wordier, filled with unnecessary details: out of towner, didn't have a big cock, a whole storyline. The subtext was an apologetic, self-conscious guy who wanted the anonymity I was offering. He must not have had much experience with cumdumps who don't refuse loads. I sent the location to shut him up. I reached back and fingered my hole. It was in good shape. Getting that first load in me ensured the rest of the night would be a breeze.
The first messenger replied, "Get back to me when you have more." Sweet. Dudes who were looking for sloppy, loaded hole were hot.
I was checking out other ads to see what my competition was when the door opened and shut. I got back onto all fours while he undressed. The hands that ran over me trembled. He hugged my torso and laid his chest on me, kisses fluttering across my back. Needy, but I'd been there so I reached back, grabbed a flabby asscheek and pulled him onto me as I went down onto my stomach. He crawled atop me and kissed my head while pressing himself to me. I worked my ass to align his cock. I could feel its heat and hardness and got it lined up with my crack, moving my ass up and down along its length. It was leaking like a fountain. Nothing special, truly average cock, but I didn't care.
He wasn't fat, just pudgy. His belly fit into the small of my back. Him being behind me, I ran my hands over him as best I could. If he wanted passion, I could fake it: no use not making it good for him. I'd love to be a prostitute, but it was illegal. All that meant to me was too much overhead keeping the law and competitors off of me. It made the margin too shitty. He sighed, and moaned, wallowing all over me. The phone buzzed, so it was time for business.
I moved my hips so his cock was pointed into my cheeks and slid onto him. He moaned into my ear. I tilted my hips up and he slid in all the way. I kept my hole clenched. The black guy had opened me up pretty wide. I pivoted my ass up and down over the guy's cock. I was doing all the work, but I knew he wouldn't last long. His type never does. Sure enough he started fucking me back and within a minute he was clutching my shoulders, his ragged breath hot on my neck. His cock swelled and I felt six shots pulse along his length.
"I'm sorry," he said when his cock had softened and shrank out of me. "It was just so hot."
"It's cool, man. What my ass is for."
"You want me to suck you?"
"I'm good, thanks." I handed him a hand towel. He got off of me and I flipped to clean off his cock. It was covered in cum. He'd put a sizeable load in me.
"Maybe I could come back later?"
"I'll be asleep," I lied.
"OK." He dressed and left.
There were several messages. The first asked, "Stats?"
I replied, "In the ad, plus pics of me." Moron.
The next was from some idiot gushing about how hot my ad was, how he wanted to do the same thing sometime, and maybe he could come and watch? I didn't reply.
A third asked, "Do you like black dick?" Two of my pics were of black cocks breeding me, but I wasn't running an IQ test, so let it pass. He'd attached a pic of a very impressive cock, only 7-8 inches, but thick as hell. I sent the address.
The last one also had a pic attached. A smooth, tight, tatted white boy. Respectable cock. "Are you all sloppy yet?"
"Three loads in me," I sent back. At least, there would be by the time he got here. The black guy had replied he was already on the road, only 5 minutes away. I plugged in my phone into the charger, cracked the door, and got into position.
A couple of minutes later the black dude had arrived, stripped, and was toying with my hole. "Suck my dick, bitch."
I turned around and grabbed his heavy cock, heavy musk rising from his cock and balls. The guy could have used a shower. I put his cock into my mouth. It was salty and a little funky. He ran his hands over my back while his cock quickly grew in my mouth. It was thicker than his pic had indicated. It was wide, but also had a fat tube running underneath. It was hard to suck.
He laid down on the bed. He was short, but lean and very tight. Dreadlocks lay around his head. He spread his legs and guided me to the crook of his thigh.More musk rose up, and he tasted salty and spicy. I worked my way across his massive balls to lick in the other crook. He grabbed my hair and put me back onto his cock. He forced me down. I gagged but didn't pull off. I had to open my mouth so wide to keep from scraping him with my teeth I really couldn't do much with my lips, and his cock was so fat my tongue was useless. He pretty much needed to force it down my throat to get decent head.
He spent the next few minutes using my throat as a fleshlight. It was rough going. His thick tool actually hurt stretching my throat so wide. I'd be hoarse tomorrow. Finally he released me and lubed his cock. He pulled me onto all fours and got behind me. He pushed his cock slowly, but firmly into me. I'd been fucked twice, but I still groaned.
"Gimme that ass. Open that shit up, bitch."
I let out a deep breath and pushed myself back onto the rest of his cock. It was even thicker at the base. I'd loosen up soon enough, but for now my hole was like a fist on his dick.
"Shit. That's what I'm talking about."
He pulled out to the head and my hole gratefully relaxed. He next push in, my ass gurgled as cum squeezed out around his fat dick. The bleachy smell of cum blended with the room and his body odors. He pulled in and out slowly, feeling my ass clench along every fat inch of his dick.
"Damn. That's some good ass, bitch." He really picked up the pace. The sloppy sounds were obscene, and cum trickled off of my nuts. His nuts slapped against mine, getting sticky from the slime coating my balls. I was being seriously stretched, and my ass was lit up with electricity from the friction. I'm usually quiet, all business, but a really fat dick does what no other dick can and a moan escaped from me.
"That's right, bitch. Ain't no dick like nigga dick." Amen, brother. His cock was too fat for me to grip my hole on it, so I started working my hips and bouncing back against his fuck instead. He fucked harder and faster into me.
"Damn. Shit. Your ass fucks like pussy. Shit's for real." I love pump-n-dumps, but I would have let him use my ass as long as he wanted to. I gave up trying to be cool about it and let the moans come as they may.
"This what your fucking slut ass need, ain't it?" He got off of his knees and squatted behind me. He grabbed my shoulders and laid into me.
"This is what that white pussy needs. Take it, bitch." He didn't have to tell me twice. I worked my hips and ass all over his fat dick.
He grabbed me and spun me onto my back. My legs on his shoulders, he doubled me over. He pistoned up and down into me. His dreads hung in my face. I could smell his pits. They were rank, but now I connected his smell to this fuck. He could be as raunchy as he wanted. This dude could fuck.
"Oh, shit. I'm gonna bust. Fuck, take that nut in that bitch ass."
He buried himself in me and unloaded deep in my guts. I reached up and grabbed his rock hard ass and pulled him into me. Finally he stopped pouring his load in me. His cock popped out with a loud sucking. I felt cold air rush into my gaping hole. I rolled over and took his slimy cock in my mouth. I lapped everywhere: balls, stomach, crooks of his thighs. I nudged under his heavy sack and lapped at his taint, very close to his crack.
"You eat ass, bitch?"
I raised a thumb up.
"Damn." He reached over me for something then got off the bed. He went to the sinks and toweled himself off. Short, but fucking fine as hell and half of him dick.
He strode to his clothes and put them on. He tossed my phone onto the bed. My contacts were open.
"That's my number, bitch. Ain't enough bitches around that can take my dick. Your nasty ho ass will do. Fucking text me." He left in a whirl of dreadlocks.
Will do, brother.
I turned on a light and set my phone camera on its timer. I counted down and opened my hole. Cum poured out just as the flash went off. I checked it: a perfect creampie pic. I sent it to him. I turned the lights back out and lay with my ass to the door. A minute later the black guy texted back. "That's right. That's my ass now. Get up wit me tomorrow. Going to whore your ass out for some weed."
Fuck yeah you are. "Will do," I sent back.
The door opened and closed. Should be the white boy. I was surprised by the lamp going on, but whatever he wanted. I hopped up into position. He started undressing. "Lay on your stomach."
I got back on my stomach and spread my legs. I felt him crawl between them and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could feel the cum cooling around my hole and on my balls.
"Yeah, that hole's been fucked alright." He stuck two fingers easily into me and worked them around before pulling them out. I heard him sniff. I felt his fingers on my taint.
"Push."
I didn't have to push hard for a small fountain of cum to run out onto his hand. I heard greasy, wet stroking. Hot, he was using the cum to stroke himself with. I hoped he wouldn't just jerk off, but still, it was pretty hot. Using anon loads from a sloppy hole for lube is dirty, and I like dirty guys. I felt his fingers against my taint again. I pushed out, easily pouring out another handful.
"Damn, that's from just three loads?"
"Yup."
"Hot."
I heard him greasing his cock again. He wiped his hand on my back and got above me. He put his dick against my hole and slid in. Very respectable cock. I felt moisture all over my ass. He'd rubbed cum into his pubes and onto his hips and stomach. His cock was pretty girthy, but I still closed my hole around it. He smacked the shit out of my ass.
"Keep it loose, slut."
I relaxed and he started pistoning. Wet, juicy sounds filled the room. The room reeked of cum and sweat.
"Fuck yeah." He rolled his hips as he thrust into me and cum ran down my balls again. "That is a nasty, sloppy hole. Any black dudes fuck you?"
"Two."
"Shit yeah. That's why your hole is so fucking loose."
True story, I thought.
He kept a steady rhythm, loudly churning the cum in my hole. The longest fuck yet, he lasted ten minutes before he put his hands between my shoulders and bucked into me.
"Keep it loose, keep it loose. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you're so nasty." I felt his cock spasm seven times into me. He pulled out and one more shot landed across my ass.
"Clean me off."
He was a slimy mess. I put his cock into my mouth and he squeezed it, milking a few drops onto my tongue. I cleaned his cock off, lapped the loads from his balls and off of his thighs and abs. He pushed me off and strode to the bathroom. I checked him out. I normally don't care what anyone looks like, but he was a dirty boy and I liked that. He was fucking hot. Tats everywhere and a tight fucking body. He rinsed himself off and walked over to his clothes. I saw his nipple piercings and a stud in his lips. I don't normally go for blondes, but attitude is everything.
"You doing this again?"
"Yeah, couple, maybe three weeks."
"Email me. I want to watch you take black dicks."
"Sure thing."
I grabbed my phone after he left, starred his email and scrolled back up to the guy who had asked about loads.
"Four in me," I sent.
I refreshed the app, but no new replies. I checked the time. I might get a few more when the bars closed, but I was near the airport and there weren't a lot of them close by. I'd started late, too. I hadn't been able to get out of work as early as usual. My hole buzzed with being fucked so much. Most guys like long, intimate sessions. My hole craves quantity over quality. I took another shot of Stoli, nicely cold from being in the fridge. My phone buzzed. It was Mr. Load Query.
"Nice. Any of them poz?"
"Don't know, don't care."
I checked my ad again. It was still on the first page. I thought about posting in another section, but didn't feel like dragging out my laptop. The Load guy replied back.
"Fuck yeah. Hit me up when you have more in you."
Ok, one of those guys then. Guys who like sloppy seconds usually show up as soon as I'm loaded. This guy sounded like all he wanted was the tally, a fantasy he couldjerk to. Damn.
It was 20 minutes before the next reply. I recognized the pic. Young black kid. Said he was a wrestler, but he was heavier than any wrestler I'd ever seen. Still, he'd fucked me twice before, true pump-n-dumps. He'd never lasted longer than three minutes. I sent the address. He'd be maybe 10 minutes.
Another reply came in. "Married and very discreet. I want lights out."
"No problem," I sent with the address.
The black kid arrived was true to form. He didn't even pull his pants off, just mounted me and rutted like a dog. He came as silently as he always did then left immediately. It was cool with me. I was in it for the numbers.
I didn't hear back from the married guy. I didn't know if he was coming until the door quickly opened and shut. I got into position on all fours. He stripped then I felt his hands on my ass. "Suck my dick," he whispered. I hopped off the bed and got on my knees.
He was a big white dude. Really big. Linebacker big. Well over six feet tall, everything broad and thick, and covered in fur. He was padded, but there was muscle underneath it all. His cock was soft, but bigger than I am hard. I put it in my mouth and grabbed his huge nuts. He grunted and put his massive hands on either side of my head. I caught the glint of a ring on his left hand.
His cock quickly grew to barely manageable size. Not as thick as the black guy, but it came close and easily nine inches long. As soon as it was hard, precum started pouring onto my tongue. I love a leaker. He started sliding his cock in and out while he held my head still. He tested deep throating, and I gagged as usual. He backed off. I grabbed his beefy ass and pulled him back down my throat. It was a little sore from the thick-dicked black guy, but I managed. I dry heaved when it was all the way down but held him until I needed to breath. I let go of his ass, and took a breath. I kept still. He started face fucking me, smoothly sliding his big cock down my throat, not stopping anymore when I kept gagging.
He withdrew after a few minutes and crawled onto the bed, laying on his stomach.
"Eat my ass."
It was plump, covered in hair, and firm under the padding. I parted his cheeks. A little musky but not gross. I buried my face in it and tongued his asshole. He writhed under me. His cock was under his stomach but his massive balls lay between his legs. After tonguing his hole, I'd lick down to his nuts then back up until I was at the tip of his crack before I made my way to his hole again. My mouth was full of ass and hair.
He rose up, and pulled me onto the bed on all fours. He pressed his cock against my hole. He was leaking like a brook onto my asshole.
"You clean?"
"No idea. I doubt it."
His cocked stayed against my hole for a second.
"Fuck. Just suck my cock."
He laid on his back and I swallowed him. I wanted it in my ass, but made the best of it using my mouth and hands to milk his massive dick. I tried to suck on his balls but they were just too big. I settled for licking them and chewing on his sack. His cock was a slippery mess from my spit and his precum. Awesome. I lifted his legs and went back to eating his musky hole, his balls heavy on my face. I gave him the best blowjob and tongue bath I could manage on such a large cock. After a while though, his hair had sucked most of the moisture out of my mouth. I decided to finish things up and started bobbing on his cock, using both hands as well. One hand stroked him, the other played with his giant nuts.
He stopped me and made me straddle him. He held me up and put me over his cock. When the tip was lodged against my hole, he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him.
"Oh god," he gasped. He held me by my hips and raised me up and down like a fucktoy. I been fucked enough to easily take his cock and worked my ass on it. He pulled me over his awesome dick in a steady rhythm. After a few minutes he held me up so only a couple of inches was still in me. He reached between his legs and wiped cum from his balls. He brought his fingers to his face.
"What is that? Is that cum?"
"Yes."
"How many guys have fucked you already?"
"Five."
"All bareback?"
"Yes. That's five different loads your cock is covered in."
He shot his hips up and buried himself in me. He bucked a couple more times then slammed me down onto his cock. He growled and ground into me, his cock swelling and throbbing. Normally you can't actually feel someone cumming inside you. This dude blew six shots hard enough I did feel them. He shuddered and finished dumping in me.
"Get off me."
I got off, barely able to shut my ass fast enough to keep cum from pouring out. I leaned over and stared cleaning his cock off.
"Oh, that's just fucking nasty," he said and shoved me away. He grabbed the part of the blanket hanging off the bed and wiped himself off. He quickly dressed and slammed the door behind him. Ah well. I rubbed my swollen asslips, drenched in leaking cum. There was so much cum in me I was a bit uncomfortable from the pressure. I thought about pulling the ad, but decided I was too much of a cumdump to pack it in just yet. I sent a message to load guy.
"Six in me. It's late. Doubt I'll get any more." I sent the message along with the address. I didn't hold out too much hope he was for real, but it was true I wasn't likely to get any more replies tonight, and I wanted more.
Less than a minute later my phone buzzed.
"15 minutes. Lights out, ass up."
Fuck yeah. I grabbed a huge swallow of Stoli. I got back on my stomach which relieved the pressure, and waited.
He was right on time. I was already on all fours while he undressed. His footfalls were heavy. The glow from a phone threw my shadow onto the bedding. He pulled a cheek to the side and inspected my hole.
"You had some big dicks in that cunt, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Were they all black?"
"Three black, three white."
He roughly jammed three fingers into my ass.
"Loose like a whore's pussy." The phone went out. He pulled his fingers out with a greasy slurp. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me onto my knees. A large, heavy cock battered my face, flinging ropes of precum all over it. He then gently put his cockhead to my lips. I opened my mouth. He threw his cock into my throat and yanked me by my hair until my nose was buried in his pelvis. My eyes watered and I gagged hard.
"That's right. Choke on my dick, faggot." It was eight inches and one of the thick ones. He held me, clenching his muscles so his cock swelled in my throat. I tried to hold back but I heaved. He pulled out of my throat and I puked vodka and slime all over his cock. He yanked me back onto him and held him while I gagged and choked. He pulled out and wiped his fat, slimy cock all over my face. He yanked my head back and spit into my face.
"Open your fucking mouth."
He hocked and spit a gob into my mouth. I couldn't see his face, but I could see he was all muscle. White, and totally smooth it looked like.
He put his cock back into my throat then grabbed me by both ears. He facefucked me like I was a doll. I puked again while he brutally raped my throat. Spit and slime was dripping off of his cock, his balls, and my chin. Every minute or so he'd pull off and yank my head back. I opened my mouth obediently and he spit into it, his aim hit or miss. I lost track of time. There was just his cock using my face and throat.
He finally shoved me off of him. I slumped against the bed.
"All fours you piece of shit."
I crawled on the bed. He climbed on behind me. He parted my cheeks. In one thrust he buried his puke-covered cock to the hilt. Cum squeezed out of my ass. Even already fucked and lubed it hurt. He grabbed my hair again and shoved my head to the mattress. He started hammering me.
"You let anyone fuck you, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Even gross, nasty guys, don't you? You just want that cock in you, those loads."
"Yes."
He let my head go. I started to raise it but he snarled, "Keep your fucking head down." I obeyed. He grabbed my hips and viciously fucked me.
"Fat guys, old guys, black guys, you'll take any fucking load, won't you?"
"Yes." It was hard to answer. He was knocking the breath out of me with each slam of his big dick.
"I'm going to take you down to the tracks. Lots of homeless guys in the woods there. Make you suck them and take their filthy cocks in your nasty pussy." Cum was dripping off of my balls, his cock squelching with every thrust.
"Yeah, you'll take their loads cause you're a filthy bitch with a cunt instead of an ass. A loose, sloppy faggot cunt." He pressed down on my lower back and rammed his cock in and out.
"I'm fucking those nasty loads out of your fag cunt. Get you ready for mine. The one you've been waiting for all night, isn't faggot?"
"Yes." True enough.
"You take any load in this filthy pussy. Dog, horse cock, you would, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"Cause you're a nasty faggot dump with a sloppy cunt who'll take any load no matter how filthy it is. And you'll take mine. Your pussy won't ever forget mine."
He pushed me onto my stomach. He hooked his arm across my throat and squeezed. I could barely breathe. He hooked his other arm under my leg and yanked so I was spread wide. He didn't miss a single stroke.
"You want my load in your cunt, don't you?" His breath was hot on the back of my neck.
"Yes."
"I got something in my load for you. Something your filthy pussy deserves. I'm going to put it deep in your pussy. You want it?"
"Yes."
"You know what it is, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And you still want it your filthy guts?"
"Yes."
He pulled all the way out then plunged back in over and over, pulling out gob after gob of cum from my ass.
"So much cum in your pussy. So fucking loose and sloppy. I've fucked cracked out whores tighter than your cunt."
The blanket was soaked underneath me. He plunged back in and fucked me hard.
"I'm going to blow it in your pussy. I'm about to make your cunt a goddamned sewer. And you're going to take it no matter what now." Incredibly, he fucked even harder and faster. He tightened his arm around my throat.
"I'm about to knock you up. Bitch."
He slammed into me and grunted with each blast of cum.
He collapsed on top of me, sweating and breathing hard.
"It's in you now. It's in your cunt. Your fucking filthy, faggot cunt." He lay on top of me until his breathing slowed and his cock softened and slipped out of me. Fresh cum poured out of my ass to pool around my balls. When he pushed off of me I whirled around and took his cock into my mouth. He let me clean him off: his cock, his large shaved sack, his smooth, muscled thighs and tight abs. After, I held his soft cock in my mouth, unmoving.
"You want my piss now, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Pathetic. Figures you have a sewer at each end. I don't have to go, faggot."
He climbed off the bed and dressed. "Don't ever fucking contact me. Let everyone else use your filthy pussy. Loose piece of shit." He left.
I was sad about the piss, but overall more satisfied than I'd been in a long time. I gave it even odds he'd hit me up next time I posted an ad. Cumdumps like me don't come along every day, and even though he'd marked me, I knew he'd gotten off on knowing what a slut he was fucking.
My hole throbbed in that way only getting gangbanged can make it throb. I didn't need to cum. I got off being a cumdump. I checked my phone, but there weren't any new messages. It was really late, and I knew it was a dead zone for cruising. I relaxed and cum poured out of me. I rolled over on my side, smearing the semen all over me. I drifted off. I knew cum would leak out of me all night and I'd wake up a sticky, filthy mess.
Exactly like a cumdump should.