Clay's Adventures Chapter 1: Loads at the Park
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This is the first story of many more to come. Our main character Clay has had many sexual adventures.
Clay is 22 years old, blonde, white, his green eyes glitter in the light. The freckles that are sprinkled around his slender body complement the medium length messy brown hair. His cock, a firm 6 inches long, cut with a nice girth, his trimmed but not shaven pubes complement each other. As a "shower", Clay is always sporting a nice bulge in his briefs or jockstrap. His butt is smooth with a bit of fuzzy fluff that extends up and down his crack. When matted with cum, spit and/or piss, the hair slightly eclipses his hole. He loves the bit of friction it creates and his tops say the hair captures his prolific boy scent. He is 5'7 which is the perfect height to get into all kinds of creative positions and light enough to be picked up by men. One of his favorites is to be held up in the air while impaled on a man's cock. Especially when that cock is depositing a massive load. Clay is the perfect cum-dump twink.
During the day, Clay works as an accountant for his father's company. He loves to tease the horny married men that come to do business, his outfits shape his peachy boy butt and show off his body. Catching a man looking a bit too long is his favorite, depending on the situation he will respond with a wink and a smile. Sometimes when his father is away for the afternoon and Clay catches a client staring, he will gesture towards his office and grab his bulge then let out a little moan. This usually without a doubt led to a load getting pounded into his butt and having it ooze out of his hole into his briefs for the rest of the work day. As Clay says "A filled hole is a happy hole"!
Clay loves cruising at night, men have had their loads built up all day and they're eager to dump it into any available hole. An interesting fact about Clay is that he never douches unless specifically required to do so. Clay believes that holes should be in their natural state, plus he loves the scent his hole produces, it makes men go wild when they slide into his delectably pungent and sometimes slimy hole.
It was a perfect night for cruising, 75 degrees with a slight breeze even as the sun finished setting. Darkness was approaching quickly as Clay pulled on his neon green jockstrap with purple straps. Snap! Went the leg straps as Clay adjusted them. Then he put on his favorite pair of blue mesh booty shorts that were just too tight in all the right places. He loved these because they let his green jockstrap show through. Clay pulled on his silver tank top, a red/white stripped windbreaker jacket, slung his bag (filled with lube, hand towels, butt wipes and knee pads) over his shoulder, put on his sneakers and headed out the door towards the park.
As Clay entered the local park, he savored the fresh breeze and took in a deep breath as he felt the breeze flow through his shorts and tickle is slightly gaped pink hole. He had a feeling that tonight was going to be a load goldmine. It wasn't long until he walked past a rather tall beefy daddy who was wearing grey sweat pants and tight black long sleeve shirt that hugged his arms highlighting their girth.
Clay gasped ever so slightly at the sight of the daddy'.
"Is there something that caught your eye there boy?"
Blushing, Clay turned back and winked at the daddy.
"Perhaps". Clay ran his left hand slowly down his butt and gave it a light smack. Then playfully jaunted away towards the park's concrete bathrooms in the distance nestled between the giant pine trees.
"That boy is definitely in heat, I can smell it", Daddy Mike said to himself as he inhaled deeply then reached down to feel his cock growing to a nice semi hard. He continued to follow Clay but at a much slower pace, no need to rush a fellow cruiser.
As Clay continued his jaunt towards the bathrooms, he thought to himself how he cannot wait to feel that daddy cock. He reached the men's room door, paused to look back towards Daddy Mike. To his pleasure, Mike was still there and getting closer.
"Yes! My first load of the night, time to get into position", he said as he pushed open the heavy steel door that wrote "MEN" in big black letters.
As the door opened, it unveiled another world, a dimly light room with metal sinks on the left wall with a floor to ceiling wall that separated the sinks from the stalls. There was another shorter brick wall to the right of the entrance with a long metal trough conveniently placed on the other side such that someone could be getting jerked off, rimmed or holding pissing cock and no one would know till they walked around the wall. This has been beneficial to Clay many times. Then at the back of the room were the three stalls along the left wall. These stalls had floor to ceiling walls/doors which prevented anyone from knowing how many people were inside with only a gap underneath each dividing stall. Each sizable enough to hold two to three people. The stalls were equipped with a manual flush metal toilet complete with a hard black plastic seat, wrap around wall railings and a metal toilet paper box that contained the world's thinnest paper. During the day it was a traditional bathroom that served park guests who hiked the woody trails but at night it provided a location for hot, raunchy public sex.
Clay entered the room and took a deep breath, lost in the scent, the metal door swung close with a heavy thud. Loud enough that Daddy Mike could hear in the distance.
"Good, he's inside, I wonder where he'll setup", Daddy Mike said as neared. His cock was leading him towards the bathrooms.
Clay shrugged and headed towards the middle stall. It gave him the most options for taking loads since it allowed others to participate even though they weren't in the stall with him. He made sure to open the other two stall doors first. He entered the middle stall, notching the latch open, the door stayed open for now to help prepare but Clay intended to shut it beforehand. It's the subtle but obvious hints that make cruising so much fun. He knew that daddy would get the signal. Clay then took off his jacket and hung both his jacket and bag on the hook of the stall wall. He took out the lube, hand towel and placed them on the metal railing to the right. Then took off his booty shorts and put them into his bag. Finally he took out his knee pads and secured them on to each knee. He pulled the velcro straps such that the pads wouldn't move or fall off. Clay learned long ago that he needed to protect his knees especially since he loved being on them and the pads allowed him to be stay in position much longer.
"These were such a great gift, skateboarding, taking loads. Semantics," Clay laughed to himself as he grabbed the bottle of lube.
He squirted a nice glob of the silicone gel onto his fingers, bent over slightly and liberally applied the gel to his hole, pushing three of his fingers in deep to rub the gel inside his warm hole. He fingered himself to ensure proper slickness inside. He then pulled his fingers out with flick of the wrist that generated a nice popping noise, he slapped his hole with his hand, spread his cheeks and exhaled a loud moan that echoed throughout the room. Then he squirted a bit more gel onto his fingers and gripped his cock, giving it a few tugs to lube it up. Not that it was going into any holes more so to prevent irritation as it bounced around while getting fucked. Letting the pouch nap back into place, he wiped the extra lube on the front of his jock. Then stretched his arms and hands up above his head as high as they would go. Inhaled deeply and then while exhaling, reached town to touch his toes. He reached back and grabbed his right foot, pulled it toward his back and reached forward to grab the front rail. Then switched. It's always important to stretch before getting into a position for an extended time.
Clay adjusted his jock one more time to make sure the straps were snug and holding his butt just the way he liked. First he pulled the door close but did not lock it, obviously. Then he got into position, standing on either side of the toilet, he grabbed the back handle and lifted his left leg up, bent it and placed down on the left side of the seat. He shifted his weight to lift his left leg and lowered the right leg onto the other side of the seat. At this point he lowered his butt a bit towards his feet and arched his back to ensure his hole was pointing towards the door for easy access. Still holding on to the back rail he began his breathing exercises to help open and prepare his hole for the deep breedings he was about to receive.
Clay took a deep breath in, squeezed his hole tight and held it for a count of five. Then as he exhaled he pushed his hole out like he was trying to fart. He then squeezed his hole repeatedly ten times. He took a deep breath in and continued the cycle. After a couple rounds Clay went to push out his hole and let out a big loud fart that echoed throughout the room. Guarantee Daddy Mike heard it outside. Clay giggled to himself and got back on track with his breathings.
As Mike was about to push open the door to the men's room, the fart echoed throughout and he paused for a moment to picture the scene that he was about to enter.
"What a fart! That boy's hole is definitely open and calling out to my cock. The next time he farts will be on my fat cock," Mike said to himself as he reached down, grabbed his now fully erect cock and gave it two firm squeezes. A drop of pre cum formed and he rubbed it along the tip causing him to shudder in excitement. He reached for the door and started to push it open.
As Clay started another round of his hole opening routine, he heard the heavy metal door slide open and heavy footsteps against the concrete floor. As the footsteps got closer towards Clay's stall, he could feel the inside of his hole twitch and a familiar wetness inside his jock. Clay always produced a lot of pre-cum. The footsteps suddenly stopped outside Clay's stall door. He inhaled and paused, the stall door creaked open and a burst of air came with it. Clay could feel the presence of Daddy Mike and his hole began to twitch uncontrollably. Clay let out a soft moan as Mike shut the stall door behind him.
"What a beautiful sight to behold," Daddy Mike said as he gazed upon Clay's slightly gaped pink hole slick with lube that shimmered in the fluorescent light. Daddy Mike balled up a big wad of spit in his mouth, leaned forward and spat it out all over Clay's hole. Clay jumped slightly but maintained his position as the spit made impact on his hole. Daddy Mike stood there gripping his throbbing cock and watched it slowly slide down and collect amongst the random hairs, some even dripped all the way inside Clay's jock.
Daddy Mike lowered his sweat pants and let his fat throbbing cock slap on Clay's left butt cheek. He shifted his hips slightly to allow the tip to lay perfectly at the top of Clay's slicked hole. "What do boys say to Daddy"?
"Please Daddy I need your cum, my hole is yours to use", Clay moaned!
"That is a good boy, I knew you would be waiting for me but not like this, hole lubed up and positioned perfectly. Let's put some babies inside of you," Daddy Mike said while rubbing his cock up and down Clay's crack, greasing it up with the combination of lube and spit. Clay began to move his hips backwards to try to get the cock into his hole.
"Not so fast there boy, we need to savor this beautiful hole and raunchy energy of this stall," Daddy Mike said as he reached forward to grab Clay's hips to adjust them ever so slightly such that his cock head rested perfectly against Clay's eagerly waiting hole.
Clay shivered in excitement as he felt a firm grasp of his hips and the cock head make contact with his dripping hole, he breathed in deeply and then pushed his hole out as hard as he could. A long and wet flappy fart escaped Clay's hole, causing it to vibrate around the head of Daddy's cock. Daddy Mike inhaled Clay's scent deeply and exhaled with a grunt.
"Fuccck, boy! You are a nasty slut, I can smell that your hole is dirty, did you not douche," Daddy asked? Mike hoped the answer would be yes because he loves a natural hole.
Clay wiggled his butt back and forth on the awaiting cock and answered with confidence.
"I took a big dump earlier today at work and didn't wipe or douche. My hole is all natural".
Daddy Mike stepped his left foot forward past the toilet, reached forward with his left hand to grab Clay's shoulder then delivered a firm slap to Clay's right cheek and grabbed his right hip. Holding his shoulder and hip firmly, he began to lean forward pressing his cock into Clay's raunchy hole. Another burst of air escaped as the cock squeezed its way in. Clay let out a deep moan as he inhaled and squeezed his hole.
"Relax boy, don't squeeze too tight or you'll make me bust. I know you want to be fucked long and hard" Daddy grunted as he forced his cock deeper into Clay.
Clay kept up his breathing as he felt his hole expand to accept the girth entering him.
"Ugh Daddy, it's really thick, how big are you" Clay asked?
"6 inches with a good thickness to it. You almost have me balls deep, just a bit more," Daddy Mike grunted in reply.
Clay pushed his hole out again to try to accept more of the invader, he farted again. Clay was never known to be a quite fuck, whether it was his moans or his farts.
"Mmmm. Fuck ya! Push that hole out for me, make it open, I love it when a hole talks back," Daddy grunted as he squeezed his taint tight to make his cock stiffen.
Clay let out a loud gasp as Daddy Mike grabbed both of his shoulders and pulled him all the way back to be fully impaled on Daddy's girthy throbbing cock. Clay felt the pubes against his cheeks as he worked his butt side to side to move his hole all over the cock.
"You have me balls deep boy, got all that daddy cock deep in there. I can feel your hole pulsing," Daddy Mike said as he pushed forward even harder to make sure every bit was deep in Clay.
"Please use me Daddy, I was a bad boy today and need to be punished," Clay whimpered.
Clay was definitely going to be punished. Daddy Mike began pounding Clay's hole hard with a strong rhythm. Clay yelped each time the cock impelled him to the hilt. Clay, arched his back further to try to get that cock deeper. He wanted it all. Daddy Mike sensed this and made sure to push forward with all his weight. Clay's hole was being stretched open with each thrust. Skin slapping together with force as Clay's ass and Daddy's pubic region met.
Suddenly Daddy's cock slipped out of Clay's hole creating a loud slurping sound and a series of farts as Clay pushed and squeezed his hole. Each echoing around the room and increasing in length.
"That hole is loud," Daddy stated as he put his cock on the hole to feel the vibrations of each fart.
Daddy quickly without warning pushed his cock deep in and pulled it out again to reveal a beautifully gaped hole. The sound of a camera's shutter commanded attention as Daddy Mike snapped a photo of Clay's gaping slick hole. His cock shimmered in the light glazed with lube and ass juices. Daddy Mike snapped another photo, this time of his cock as it hovered above the pink and red gaped hole. He wanted everyone to see what a filthy little slut Clay was by showing how he indeed did not douche. Daddy didn't care, he was here to breed and no matter the state of the receiving hole, he was going to breed. He grabbed Clay's ass and gave it a shake.
"I am going to post these photos on the Sniffies page for this park and let everyone know that you are here and available to take loads, you'd like that huh slut," Daddy asked?
"Yes Daddy, post my slutty hole around for all to see, I want to take all the loads, I want to be pregnant," Clay stated in a lustful haze.
"Keep that hole open, do not squeeze it shut, I want to see deep into your guts boy," commanded Daddy!
But it was too late, Clay had already started tightening his hole and thus created a variety of gape fart noises. At the same time bits of lube, spit and slime dripped down Clay's crack and collected at the base of his jockstrap.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Came Daddy's right hand against Clay's ass as he was spanked for disobeying.
"Do NOT disobey me again," Daddy ordered as he lined his cock back up with Clay's hole.
"Sorry Dadd...." Clay tried to say but was stopped short in his tracks as Daddy's cock was rammed back in balls deep. In and out went the thick cock, pulling out just enough so only the head was left in before the entire thing was pushed back in. If anyone were to have walked by the restroom vicinity, there would be no doubt in their mind about what was taking place inside... and inside Clay's hole.
Clay had to firmly grasp the handrail to prevent falling off the toilet as his hole was ravaged by Daddy. All he could do was hold on and moan.
"Uhhh Uhhh Uhh, Da... Daaa... Ddyyy...." Clay moaned as he was relentlessly fucked.
"Dirty Slut boy, take this cock", Daddy said as he pounded Clay.
Clay's cock bounced around in his jock creating friction, he could feel it growing and getting warm. He didn't want to cum yet but knew it was likely to happen soon, Daddy was hitting his g-spot with unrelenting force and speed. Clay kept his composure like a good cum dump as his hole was used. He wanted this, he needed this, his hole needed this, Daddy needed this. As Daddy picked up even more speed, he felt the warmth in his balls reach a point of no return, Clay was going to cum and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. Clay gave in, he embraced the feeling and just let it happen. One, two, three thrusts. Clay went into a euphoric haze.
"DADDY! I'm cumming," Clay shouted out loud as his cock erupted and flooded his jockstrap with ropes of twink cum. At the same time his hole went into a flurry of rapid contractions.
"Fuck ya boy! Cum for Daddy! I can feel your hole going crazy! Take this cock like a good slut, your hole is so hot and wet. I'm going to flood it," Daddy Mike shouted.
Daddy Mike pushed forward one last time as hard as he could.
"TAKE MY LOAD! YOU CUM SLUT" shouted Daddy Mike as his whole body shook with sexual pleasure as his cock erupted inside Clay!
"Fill. My. Hole," Clay responded, moaning in between each word.
Clay could feel each spurt of cum as Daddy's cock contracted inside. He lost track of how many times the cock shot into him.
Daddy Mike took a moment to catch his breath, ensuring his cock stayed wedged inside Clay's flooded hole. He could feel Clay squeezing his hole.
"Good boy! You want to keep that load deep inside of you, I loved fucking you and giving you what you needed. The next cock in you will have no problem entering," Daddy Mike stated as he slowly pulled out his cock.
Clay's hole was ravaged, it was gaped, red, puffy and smattered with cum and slime. He got what he wanted.
"There is a towel on the rail if you need to clean off Sir," Clay said.
As Daddy Mike was wiping himself off, they both heard the metal door swing open and a deep inhale noise. Another man had entered.
"Looks like you won't have to wait long for your next load boy! Haha," Daddy laughed as he pulled up his pants and exited the stall.
Daddy Mike walked towards the bathroom door and gave the man a nod, pointed to the open door and said "Enjoy him".
The other man thanked Daddy Mike with a nod.
Clay barely caught his breath as he heard the metal door swing open then shut. A few minutes later, Clay heard foot steps coming towards his stall. He left out a soft moan as the stall door was closed and pants were unzipped.
"Let's put another load deep into this pussy," the man said as he spit on Clay's hole.
Clay could not wait, he knew it was going to be a long night.