DISCLAIMER: This story is filled with descriptions of hot, unprotected sex among men. If that's not your thing, look elsewhere. You have been warned!
HOLIDAY LOADS
by Backlash29
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The next day was Christmas eve, and I had to get up early because my first loads were scheduled with TJ and Brandon, the two sexy baristas who worked at the coffee shop on the corner near my apartment.
The shop opened at 7am each day, so in order to take their loads I had to get there around 630 or so. I woke up to my alarm at 615am and douched, but I was too lazy to really get fully dressed so I just pulled on the same sweats I'd slept in and grabbed a clean T-shirt from the drawer. When I got to the coffee shop I was still pretty sleepy and I could still feel the remnants of the fifteen loads I'd taken anally the day before.
TJ gave me an espresso shot to help me wake up, and then led me to the back room, where Brandon was putting away some boxes. These guys were good buddies, young and pretty and fairly macho, but although I'd been fucked by each of them individually I had never taken them both at once, and I was really looking forward to it.
As soon as I started to loosen my sweats, I felt TJ roughly push me forward over a stack of boxes. Before I knew it he was gunning his fat, throbbing dick into my hole, and then Brandon was standing there with his own dripping cock a few inches from my face. I moaned with pleasure as TJ sliced into my rear and Brandon spanked his sticky cock against my cheek a few times. Then I devoured Brandon orally. It turned me on knowing that just a few minutes before, a half block away, I had been fast asleep, and now here I was getting fucked at both ends by these young studs like a common whore.
TJ blasted off up my hole but stayed hard, and he's always good for multiples, so he kept on fucking me. That was just fine, as I was totally enjoying giving Brandon head, and the more loads I could get, the better. Trouble was, Brandon was also getting close, and I didn't want him shooting off prematurely in my mouth. Cum eating is great, but there's nothing like getting a load up your ass, and this holiday, I was on a mission to get as many as I possibly could. So, with effort, I kept Brandon on the edge until TJ had dumped his second batch in me, and then I quickly spun around. Brandon, whimpering like a puppy, barely made it a few inches inside me before I felt him piss his big morning load of cream way up into my male cunt.
My next fuck was on the same block. This hot black dude who worked as a prep cook in a seafood restaurant had picked me up in the alley one time when I was walking by and he was taking a smoke break. Even in his ratty checked pants and greasy white apron, he looked fuckin' fine (and mean). He porked my sweet white hole right there in the alley that first day, and several times since then he's texted me to meet him right back there. Same alley, same rough fuck, same huge chocolate bone shooting a big batch of black babies into my pussy while I'm crying--literally crying--for more. Jesus, he's an awesome fuck.
So for Christmas Eve, it seems, he had a little surprise. He brought along a friend of his, also deep black, who was shorter but still totally built and mean. They were both waiting in the alley, smoking and hanging out, when I got there. My eyes lit up when I saw there were two of them, but I didn't say a thing. I never did. My job was to strip, bend over, and take it. So that's what I did.
The tall one, who had fucked me before, did me first. (I never learned either guy's name.) While I was taking his giant bone, I watched the other one open his fly and jerk off. Jesus, he was seriously cute. I wanted him to walk over and feed me that dark cock but he seemed content to just watch his buddy bone me for now. Never mind, I was whimpering and out of breath already, so who knows what any blowjob might have been like. I just bent over a crate next to the trash dumpster and begged for more black cock.
The crate was sticky with filth and the whole area smelled like trash, as it always did. It turned me on, like I was a raunchy hooker boy that all the local thugs lined up for, a common piece of cute white meat who was made for nothing more than taking their cocks. I suddenly wished the whole alley was full of hot, brawny black men like these two, all waiting to take a crack at stuffing my hole with their long fat dicks.
Tall came in me quietly, like he always did, but once Short took his place, it was totally different. From the first few seconds inside my ass, he was in a mode of constant trash talk, and it totally turned me on.
"Yea, dirty white boy...you love that nigga dick...take it slut, you want that big bad dick inside you..."
I totally fuckin' did. Hearing him degrade me just made me cry harder and louder, and I thrusted my ass back forcefully on him with every stroke. He took a few minutes longer than his friend, so Tall walked over and fed me his spent cock to shut me up. He wasn't anywhere near hard, but his flaccid cock was still a good six or seven inches long and easily solid enough to slide right down my throat.
Finally Short bucked up a few times against me, muttering loudly: "Oh yea...take it boi, oh fuck... get them nigga babies in that sweet sweet hole..." He came up my ass, and to my surprise, Tall shot some cum in my mouth right after. I hadn't thought he was hard enough, and of course I preferred it anally, but oh well. It's always a pleasure to take cum at both ends simultaneously, and his sauce made for a nice breakfast treat.
After that I was filthy and wanted nothing more than to take a shower. My place was still only a block away, so that would have been easy to do. However, I had carefully planned my morning so I could visit my fuckbuddy Howie in the exact condition I was in. Howie's kink (well, one of many) was filth. Believe it or not, he always wanted to do scat with me, but I found it totally repulsive, so I told him no. So my present to him instead was to show up for my holiday fucking smelling like a dumpster. I hated the smell, but like I said, it totally turned me on to be used like a common slut, including one who might smell like fresh meat just off the streets from getting fucked in a messy alley...which, of course, is exactly what I was.
I walked the four blocks to Howie's place, cracking myself up at a few points by how truly lousy I smelled. He better appreciate this, I thought, and he did. As soon as he answered the door and smelled me, his eyes flickered shut and a deep smile spread across his handsome face. Then I told him I got fucked a few minutes before by two black studs in an alley next to a trash dumpster, and I walked over there with three of their loads inside me. His eyes grew wide, and he literally yanked me inside and shut the door.
Howie's about forty, really cute. I don't know much about him, but I guess he was married to a woman at some point and I think he even has a kid around my age. We met online, and he's a sweet guy...he's even loaned me some cash from time to time, and I always pay it back to him even though he says I don't have to. I think if he had his way he would keep me as his boytoy and I would never leave his apartment. That sounds appealing sometimes, but we both have our kinks...I can't do the scat thing, and he probably would not be cool with his "boy toy" taking loads up his ass from various tricks and total strangers, usually several times per day and dozens of times per week. So, we keep it simple for now.
Howie's hung OK, but what I really love is the way he kisses me all over and makes me feel like a total prince when he's fucking me. He did it this time, too, even though I smelled like a trash heap, and somehow that total contradiction just made it even hotter. I spread my legs on his bed and he pumped his hips in and out of my sticky hole. We made out passionately, and he nuzzled all my favorite places around my ears and neck. I couldn't stop smiling, right up to the point where he yelled and dumped his man cream inside me.
As I was leaving Howie's, I got a text message from my next couple, Dale and Gerry. These boys were seriously cute. Dale is a cop (woof!) and Gerry is some kind of doctor, a shrink I think. They're both really studious and laid-back, but they like getting their kink on with younger boys. (They're in their 30's.) So they call me up from time to time to take turns on my hole, and although they were usually too busy this time of year to give me their holiday loads, I kept them on the list as standby's.
According to the text, Dale just got off the night shift and they were both looking for some action. I texted back saying I smelled disgusting and needed to shower, but their reply said they didn't have a lot of time, and besides, they wanted me as-is. I guess "ripe" is a more popular fetish than I thought.
So off I went to their place, a house on the south side of town. Fortunately the bus took me right there, so I was knocking on their door about twenty minutes later. Gerry answered the door in his robe, got one whiff of me, and laughed. "Man, you weren't kidding," he said. I offered to use their shower, but he said no, they really wanted to unload in me as soon as possible.
In the bedroom, Dale was already naked and under the covers. Jesus, he is beautiful. Dark hair, dark eyes, a real wolf-like body. Gerry's not bad either, more reddish-blond and freckly and a few years older, I'd guess. I went down on Dale's delicious rod while Gerry opened his robe, got on the bed, and fucked me.
Gerry's cum oozed into me a few minutes later, and when he withdrew I simply scooted up and slid my hole straight down on Dale's big bone. I held his shoulders and bounced slowly up and down, moaning and looking in his gorgeous eyes. It was like getting cowboy-fucked by the hottest model you've ever seen. I knew that in their usual sex life, Dale got his cop ass fucked by Gerry on a daily basis (and some of their top friends, too, including other cops). But with me, Dale got his chance to be a sexy top. I really rode him, pushing my ass down deep with every stroke, trying to get his long cock as far inside my hole as possible. I wanted to kiss him but I recalled that Gerry wasn't so cool with that, so I contented myself by simply sharing his intense gaze, both our lips slightly parted. Too soon, his hot goo escaped up into my rectum.
I went home and showered (finally!) and an hour later I caught the bus downtown. I was meeting Michelle, my best friend (and sometime load-enabler), at the mall. Not because I had to get my shopping done. No, it was because I had a date to get fucked by Santa. Uh...allow me to explain.
At one point, Howie had "passed me around" to a few friends of his, Jamie and Sarge. Sarge was too old and out of shape for my tastes, but I took a load from him because he did have a nice fat cock. Anyway, the other guy, Jamie, was a few years older than Howie but really a fine specimen...broad hairy chest, strong legs, big fuckin' dick. Married with three kids. Totally the fantasy straight dad you always wanted to fuck.
Turns out, Jamie (who needless to say was totally on the down low, and couldn't make a date to give me another fucking) volunteered as a Santa over the holidays. Through Howie, he related his fantasy: I should show up with the other kids, get in line, and then when I sat on his lap, I should rub up and down very slightly, feeling his hard-on, and say something like: "What kind of present does Santa have for me this year?" It was just so stupid and hilarious and wrong that I had to do it. I brought Michelle along as cover, so I wouldn't look like a complete idiot lining up for Santa; we could say I did it on her dare.
She was there, slurping a slushee and rolling her eyes at my depravity. She thanked me again for the M&M brownies and said they were gone already. (Michelle's a big girl. Chocolate to her is pretty much like me taking load after load of cum up my ass. Our friendship is based on these commonalities and addictions.)
Then we got in line. The other kids and moms around us were pretty goodnatured about it, and since we knew what was really going on, we couldn't stop giggling ourselves. We finally got to the front of the line, and I sat in Jamie's (I mean Santa's) lap. I gotta say, even in the stupid red suit, he looked kinda hot, and as I sat there, I could still tell his body was rockin' and worked out.
"I'm ready for my present, Santa," I said quietly, rubbing his crotch with my knee in a way that I prayed was undetectable by the others in line.
In a low tone, he said quickly: "There's an open door next to the men's room. Give me ten minutes."
So off I went. I left Michelle to look at some cheap jewelry in a T-shirt shop and told her I'd be back as soon as I could. Then I found the unlocked door, which turned out to be an oversized janitor's closet. Some jeans and a coat were in there, and I figured out that Jamie and the other Santas probably used this as a dressing room. I waited a few minutes, and realized I was rock hard from anticipation, so I opened my jeans and pulled my rod for a bit. Cum was oozing out of me from the seven breedings I'd had that day, and it was still only a little after 10 o'clock. With the middle finger of my free hand I reached down and touched my ass, getting inside just far enough to scoop out a nice dollop, and then brought the finger to my nose and mouth. Yum-mm. Jesus, there's nothing like fresh jizz, especially when it's served right out of my own hot little well-fucked ass.
I was still beating off and felching myself when the door opened and Jamie--I mean Santa--hustled inside.
"I've got five minutes," he said, already breathless.
"No problem," I replied with a casual drawl. My jeans were pulled down part way already, so I simply leaned back slightly in the folding chair where I had been sitting, and hoisted my legs up high. I'm pretty flexible and I happen to think I look fuckin' hot in this position--jeans bunched around my kneecaps, my sweet thighs and ass exposed and ready for access. "Fuck me, Santa," I purred.
To my utter delight, Santa did nothing at all to undress. Somehow there was a zipper fly built into that bulky red suit, and out popped Jamie's familiar, throbbing cock. I laughed, but stayed in character. "Oh jesus Santa, that looks good..." I wasn't kidding, it was a great cock and I couldn't wait to get it in me.
The next thing I felt was cheap plush red fabric pressing against my naked legs, followed by a thick tool making its way in my cummy ass. once Santa started fucking me, I was reminded what a powerful stud Jamie truly was. Not getting boy ass very often probably made him horny enough to practically burst in situations like these. Sure enough, Santa plunged his fat cock into me no more than a couple dozen times before I felt his hot load escape in my bowels. He filled me so full with cream, it oozed out of me and dripped off the metal folding chair and onto the tile floor.
The best part is what he moaned (bellowed, actually) when he came in my ass: You guessed it...
"Ho-ho-ho-o-o-o-o!!"
Yep, that's me all right. Santa's hot little Christmas ho'.
After a bite of "lunch" at Cinnabon, I parted ways with Michelle. She had shopping to do, and I had loads to take. I caught the bus to the area by the university where I would be taking the rest of my loads that day.
Jeroen is this adorable black guy with a Dutch accent who's in some graduate program at the college. He is totally refined and one of the smartest and coolest dudes I know. Being from Amsterdam, he's also one of the few guys I've ever met who's secretly more depraved than even I am. The first time he fucked me, when we were relaxing afterwards, he told me stories about going to the bath houses in both Amsterdam and Berlin when he was a teenager and getting rough-fucked by literally teams and teams of hot men. He spent over ten years being a total cum dump, even quitting school for a while so he could spend all of his time getting bred at both ends with "cock syrup" (his favorite dirty expression, which sounds totally cute in that Euro accent of his). After that he settled down, only his version of "settling down" was to finish school and move to the states, where he's still as much of a whore as ever...only these days, he's a bit more of a top.
Good news for me, because his gigantic black dick is one of my all-time favorites.
Jeroen knows all the good places for action at the university, and was more than happy to lead me on a tour. This Christmas eve, I was meeting him at his apartment, however, since the campus was fairly deserted.
I knocked on his apartment, and he led me in. As he had promised, there were a few guests there already, waiting to use me as well. "This is Randy," he said, pointing to a gorgeous blond surfer-type with messy longish hair and an angular, sinewy body. For some reason he was wearing shorts. Then he pointed to a very hot young black jock-type sitting next to Randy on the sofa, and said: "And this is my brother, Moe."
He said it so casually that at first I thought I hadn't heard him right. His brother? First of all, I didn't know Jeroen had a brother, nor that he had one who was totally fuckin' hot. Second, what kind of twisted fuck invites his slutty bottom buddy over on Christmas Eve to get fucked by both him and his brother? And then I remembered: Oh yeah, Jeroen. Jeroen is exactly that kind of a twisted fuck. I always forget, because he passes in daily life as such a mellow, educated, classy dude. Turns out, he had kinks I was still discovering.
So I totally played along, shaking Moe's hand and saying it was great to meet them both. Then I decided to try a little payback...since Jeroen had tried shocking me, so why not see what it might take to shock them?
"It's been a long morning," I said casually, like we were shooting the shit. "I got up early to get fucked by these guys at a coffee shop, and it's just been load after load after that. What are you guys up to?"
Randy smiled wildly and groped himself. He was ready to go. But Jeroen and his brother played it cool. Moe picked up a magazine, while Jeroen wandered into the nearby kitchen, replying: "Not too much. Randy stayed over last night and fucked me, and Moe just got off the plane a few hours ago. We got some breakfast and now we just got back."
"Cool," I said. "So Moe, you're visiting from Holland?"
"Yeh," he said. His attitude was macho but not unfriendly. "First time in the states. I'm spending the holidays with Jeroen, then down to California to check out LA." Same sexy accent as Jeroen, though with a bit of a younger, cockier, scally-boy kind of edge.
I thought of continuing the conversation, but then I was distracted by Randy again, who was obviously so horny he could barely contain himself. I hoped he wasn't tweaking or anything, but in Jeroen's circle, I guess anything was possible. Catching my eye, he went ahead and pulled his cock out of the running shorts he was inexplicably wearing. "Dude..." was all he said.
Jesus, he looked sexy like that, those runner's legs and that whole "wigger" attitude. And he cock was gorgeous. I looked back at Moe, who seemed to be genuinely into reading his magazine. So, with a shrug, I took my jeans off and got on the sofa with them, sinking my plush ass down on Randy's tool with a long moan, facing away. Randy's response was to gasp and shoot his wad in me immediately. Moe, not looking at us and barely paying attention, simply scooted over a few inches to give us a little more room.
"Fuck," I exclaimed, taking Randy's surprisingly big, powerful load. "That's a good one, man. Thanks."
"There's more," Randy promised, and he started fucking me, gripping my hips from behind.
"Oh yeah, there is," Jeroen agreed goodnaturedly, arriving with a tray of tea that he set down in front of his brother. "Randy's always horned. He can go all night and well into the next day."
"Don't let me get selfish, dude," Randy said. "You want this ass, just take it. But fuck, it is sweet and fine!"
"Nah, thanks, not yet," Jeroen said. "Moe needs his tea, and then I'm giving him some head."
And so it unfolded, as I rode Randy's cock slowly to a second load and watched the two hot black fully-dressed brothers drink tea, make small talk, and read. Then after five minutes or so, when their cups were empty, Jeroen wordless knelt before his brother's crotch, opened up his fly, and started sucking him off. It was a sight to behold, not only because brother sex is hot, but because Moe's dick made me salivate. It was long and chubby like his brother's, but more of a cocoa color, unlike Jeroen's darker black.
Randy came in me again, and I was ready to dismount, but just then Jeroen knelt on the floor with his ass up and said to Moe, "Fuck me now, little brother." Moe obeyed, falling forward to the floor on his knees and jamming his engorged, jet-lagged bone straight up into his brother's beautiful, round ass. To me, Jeroen said: "Don't worry, he can go multiple times as well. Get some more cum from Randy, and after I take one from Moe, he's all yours."
Sounded good to me. Truthfully, Randy's cock felt so perfect and comfortable inside me, I think I could have ridden it all day. Since we had some time, and he seemed to have no problem staying hard, I spun around while keeping him inside me (stupid bottom tricks!) and took the initiative, circling my arms around his slender neck and slowly pumping my ass up and down on his turgid cock. His lips were parted, and I could tell he wanted to kiss. Oh baby, yeah. He had sweet lips, and I love making out with these horny wigger boys while they plow me and give me loads. Our mouths met, softly at first, then within a few seconds we were fervently making out.
Then Randy came again. I was incredulous. Supposedly he had been fucking Jeroen all night, and who knows what he did with Moe after he arrived. And yet here, he'd given three loads to my ass in less than ten minutes. I knew I was good, but I didn't know I was that good. And I didn't want to wear him out.
Reading my thoughts, he said: "Don't worry. I'm a cum machine. It's crazy, but I literally can't stop shooting loads. Been like this my whole fuckin' life dude!" He beamed a huge, proud smile.
"Well, lucky me, I guess," I said. "Hey, are you tweaking right now?"
"Just weed," he replied, shrugging. "Nothin' stronger. Weed's all I needs."
Jesus. I felt like explaining to this hot surfer-retard that weed generally delays your orgasms, but then again, if he was performing like this, I guess he didn't really need to hear it.
"Let's get on the floor," I said. "I wanna make out with Jeroen's brother."
Jeroen had rolled onto his back, and Moe was plowing him that way, bumping his strong jock torso rhythmically against his older brother's fine ass. I got on my knees next to them, and Moe leaned down to give me a sweet kiss. I loved it as much as I thought I would. We tried to keep making out while Randy got behind me once again and drilled my ass, but the position was too awkward. So I fell onto my back as well, lying next to Jeroen and kissing him instead, while his hot wigger trick banged my hole in front and I watched Jeroen get the same treatment. Moe had lifted his sweatshirt, exposing a perfect eight-pack chest, and his black pecs rippled with each stroke and he mechanically fucked his brother's ass in and out.
Then Jeroen started moaning like crazy. I'd never seen him like this, and I got a sense now of what he was probably like during his days as a slutty bath house bottom in Europe. He writhed on the rug like a being possessed, and a moment later his untouched cock exploded all over his beautiful dark chest and belly. This seemed to trigger his brother, who roared and unloaded his own cum deep up inside Jeroen's ass.
Realizing I'd just watched one hot black dude breed his older brother's ass, I instantly felt the need to shoot myself. I can't do it without some kind of hand action, so I reached down and gave it a stroke and leaned in for more kissing with Jeroen. The timing was perfect: our lips met, my cock exploded, and the extra tightness in my sphincter squeezed Randy so he shot his fourth consecutive cum load inside me.
"This is fuckin' bliss," I panted, as soon as I could find words.
"We're just getting started," Jeroen promised. "Can you stay?"
"Hell yeah!" I was glad I hadn't scheduled anyone else for the afternoon. At some point I was required to be at a Christmas Eve party with some of Michelle's friends at a downtown bar, but it didn't start until 6pm and I could even show up late if I wanted to. And right now it was only 1 o'clock.
As it turned out, I barely made it to the party at all. Jeroen, Moe and Randy all fucked me round-robin for several hours, and when they were finally shooting blanks (yes, even Randy needed a break after a while) they got online and cruised for other tops to stop by and use me. I had no veto power, it seemed, since they wouldn't even show me the ad that they posted, much less the messages or photos of the guys who replied.
Starting at around 4pm, however, the knocking started, and we had a steady stream of visitors, I think eight in all, who dropped in and fucked my ass. All of them turned out to be students who were stuck in town for the holidays. The first three were really cute, but after that I couldn't see them because throughout the rest of the fucking I was facing the sofa with at least one of the Dutch brother's dicks stuffed in my mouth.
What I can say is that all eight fucked me deep and hard and left big holiday deposits in my slutty hole, and before I left, Randy and the brothers each gave me another load. That made eight total from Randy alone, and I think three each from the brothers. Plus eight from the students, and eight from earlier...thirty loads.
I finally made it to the party at around 930, but the crowd was moving on by then, and besides, I had a steady stream of cum leaking out of me that I couldn't wait to go home and taste. So I hung out with Michelle and her friends for a bit, then headed out.
On my way home, I checked voicemail. There was a message from Howie, saying that his son was visiting and they wanted to get on my schedule for tomorrow (Christmas Day). Jesus. This was out of the blue...
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