Diary of a Gay Cumdumpster
Chapter 1
The usual warnings apply. If it's illegal, don't read it, if you're offended by the subject matter, you clearly have no idea where you are. If you like it, give me a shout.
That said, names have been changed or omitted for the sake of parties involved. Enjoy..
"Uch!" I grunt as the thick piece of man meat is forcefully shoved into me all at once. He'd said it was a thick seven and a half, but damn! If this was any indication,I thought to myself, I'm in for a real ride.
I look up into his face as a sigh escapes his lips. He said he was mixed, and while I hadn't thought much of it earlier, staring up into his masculine angular face with his full lips and caramel skin, I wondered what one would have to mix to get this perfect piece of man. And then he moves; a swivel of his hips, gyrating against me. My mind goes blank and my body trembles. My vision clears and I'm again looking up into that perfect face, drawn into a cocky smile; I'm his. And he knows it. His stare is intense, animal.
My hands begin to wander up his arms, entranced both by his beauty and the warmth and size of his maleness as it stretches and fills me up inside. He reaches up-almost violently-grabbing my hands and pins them down to the table beneath us. It's cold beneath my skin, but all I can focus on is the intense desire to feel him dominate me. Control me. To feel him use me. A desire to consume him. Make him lose control. My body arches up, desperate to feel his passion creating that beautiful friction inside of me.
He grips my shoulders and slams me back roughly against the table,a dull metallic echo swallowed up in the windswept park around us. I stop, caught off guard.
"Slut," he says, spitting at me. Just a few feet away, a car pushes past, turning into the neighborhood just across from us.
He raises his hips, drawing slowly back out of me and my body trembles with pleasure and anticipation. Suddenly, though, I'm empty. I look up at him;he's still smiling. "Beg for it."
I look down at his cock, the the large organ so hard I can see it throb in time with his heartbeat; a small whimper escapes as I look back at his face. These perfect arms, I note, strong and well defined, and I can't help myself. I extend my tongue and ever so gently lap at his forearm, tracing every muscle as I look into those smoldering eyes.
"Fuck," he grunts, lining his cock up, pressing the flared head against my quivering hole just lightly enough for me to freeze in anticipation.the storm clouds above, lit up by the distant city lights, frame his face and body ominously.
Without warning he rams the whole of himself back inside me, knocking the air from my lungs. There's no time to catch my breath , though, as he continues pulling out and thrusting inside again with just as much force. I'm in heaven, every nerve ending in my body basking in the bliss radiating from all those points deep inside me as he drives into me repeatedly. I give in to him, instinct telling me to spread my legs wider for him. I have to admit, the thought of possibly being seen this way-legs spread lewdly, body jerking against the green metal table with each grunting thrust.. It turns me on in a way that would almost frighten me. . If I could think of anything but this wonderful testament to maleness thrusting away inside of me.
He leans close, licking his way from my chin to my ear. The sound of his heavy and labored breathing and the feeling of his hot breath on my neck draw increasingly louder sob-like moans from me. Yep, I'm his. Until he finishes with me, I'm So his..
"Shut up, cunt." He says, biting down on the spot where neck meets ear, and then licking it.
He pulls out and before I can process this emptiness, he's begun thrusting into my mouth until he's breached my throat, cutting off my breath. Panic runs through me, pervaded by a growing lust. "Look at me." My watering eyes meet his, shining with his impending orgasm. He spits in my face, grabbing my head, and begins to thrust and shake as he erupts.
Quickly he pulls out, rubbing his still spewing member over my face and coating it in his cum.
"Open."
Still gasping,I open wide and he shoves himself in again, thrusting a few times before pulling out. "You're pretty alright, dude. I needed that." He says as he buckles his belt and begins to walk away. "Thanks." He adds looking over his shoulder one last time.
And with that he's gone.
I lie there a few minutes more, the cum drying on my face as I catch my breath. I sit up and hop down from the cold metal table, sliding back into my jeans and look out over the stormy landscape of the park. A trickle of cum slowly makes its way down my face to be caught by my tongue. Delicious. I look back across the street a few feet away, at what will be my new neighborhood.
"Green valley.. There just may be hope for this place yet." I smile as I make my way home through the empty streets.
Hi. I'm bobby. As you can tell, I'm a bit of a slut. Blame the twenty some odd years I spent as a repressed closet case, if you like. Welcome to my diary...