Confessions of a gay Cumdumpster
chapter two
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When I woke this morning, same time as I always do, I thought about the first thing I always do: cock. It's the most beautiful and amazing thing in the world to me,honestly. This morning though, the ache was especially powerful, waking me a full hour earlier than the usual 8:30. You'd think last night would have sated me, but you'd be wrong. Two years ago, at twenty five, I came out to my parents, and shortly after that had my first sexual experience with a guy. From the moment he put me in that headlock and forced himself into me-I hadn't told him I was a virgin- and began his ruthless assault on my hole, I was hooked. Never before had I felt so completely a moment of ecstasy. Since then, I've taken every chance I could to get a cock in whichever orifice I could.
As I lay on my uncomfortable air mattress in the only bedroom in the basement looking up at the sunlight falling onto the house next door and being reflected into my own window to bathe my naked body in its warmth, I decided just let go for a while. I stretched and allowed my hands to begin working their way down my body as sensually as a lover might. My thumb caressing over my lower lip and moving ever slowly down my neck to my unoccupied nipple and squeezing as hard as I could. I bit back a groan as the pain had the effect I knew it would, my hard seven and a half inch boner slapping up into my stomach as it shot into arousal. I opened my eyes slowly, looking out my window once more and froze. The window on the second floor. It was open. It hadn't been at first. And in it sat my new neighbor.
He was hot, I'll admit. Likely a recent college grad like myself, but already he was married and had a kid. I knew this because they had made it a point to come over and say hi as we were bringing the few bags we had into the house.
He was Latin, Hispanic I think, though I can never tell the difference. It's one of those questions you tend to be afraid will offend so you don't ask.
My head reached his chest, and being five five, I knew he had to be at least a foot taller. And he had the most perfect brown eyes. Why is that important? Well, for me there are three things about a guy that catch my attention. Eyes. Legs. And a nice ass. The rest is icing. And man was JB gonna send me into a diabetic coma.
Might as well be friendly, I thought, locking eyes with him and waving slightly with my unoccupied hand.i spread my legs slowly, grinding upward into the air as if an imaginary lover were atop me and I began jerking in earnest as my other hand made it's way to the side of the mattress to retrieve the dildo I'd only built up the bravery to buy just prior to leaving Tampa to move here. It wasn't anything special; eight inches and with a decent girth to it, designed to mimic the appearance of a real cock. I brought it up and rubbed it gently across my face, taking note of how jb's eyes widened slightly, and slowly began to lick it up one side then down the other before finally taking it in my mouth. I pushed and pulled slowly, duplicated the pumping of an actual cock, small moans of pleasure emanating from deep in my throat.
I've never been able to be silent during sex. I've never seen the need. If I'm enjoying myself, the one responsible should know it. And besides, I loved the sounds my body made under the influence of cock.
Jb's hand made it's way down to his crotch, hidden away under a layer of denim and he began groping and rubbing his hidden cock as he watched me slowly drag this beautiful representation of the phallic masculinity of my gender down my body and place it at the warm opening of my body. I watched his lips part slightly as I pushed it deep inside, my body arching upward and a moan escaped my lips that even he could well have heard.
My cock now forgotten, I began to pump the dildo in and out in earnest, my legs flailing with each thrust, as I struggled to keep eye contact. I slowly brought my finger up to my mouth and took it in, suckling as if it would give me my fix. That warm white liquid life force. I changed the angle, thrust in again, and let my finger fall from my mouth as I moaned.
I pulled back. Thrust again. A whimper as I lick my lips in ecstasy. I extended my finger to him, crooked it, inviting him to come in. His spine straightened and I thought for a moment he had come. He rushed away and I was sure it was over. I thrust again, my body arching and my legs spread of their own accord, wide, lewd, and revealing. I looked back up when I heard a rustling noise. JB, standing there with an opened notebook. On the paper he had written in large black letters one word: tonight.
I smiled, nodded, and thrust again. Gave him a show. Raising my hips, I placed a pillow beneath my lower back and spread my legs up and out, granting him an I obstructed view of my dildo stuffed hole. He gripped his crotch once again and ground into his hand, smiling at me.
I smiled, and then my head fell back as I thrust it in again. Same spot, but harder and faster. Again. Faster. Again. I was frantic with need. Again. Again. I could feel the stirring in my groin that signaled approaching orgasm and pulled the dildo all the way out. I licked my lips in anticipation and rammed it back in. The world went white as I flailed and ground up into the air, my cock firing of three shots back to back before dying down to a drizzle.
As the world drifted back into clarity, I looked up to see if he had enjoyed the show. He was gone. The window was shut. Well, that sucks..
I ran my hand across my cum covered torso, collecting a bit, and brought it up to my mouth, licking as if it were an ice cream cone. To me it was better. It was cum. Warm, hot, liquid life, from that beautiful appendage that represented all the best qualities in the best and worst of men.
Sometimes I think I must be some kind of jncubus to have these kinds of feelings. Ah, well.
I stand on trembling legs-always a good sign- and make my way to the closet to pull out something to wear. I settle on a pair of white jeans and a black turtleneck under a white button down.
Now that I've got my clothes, I slip into the bathroom for a quick shower.the hot water feels good on my skin and I let my mind wander to thoughts of JB. What kind of lover is he, I wonder. Gentle yet forceful? He looks the type, I suppose, though frankly I'm hoping more for the dominating and sensual type. My hand wanders down to my now engorged cock and slowly begins to stroke. A small smile curls my lips as I realize I'm no longer alone in the shower. A naked JB is standing before me, droplets of water running down his cafe au lait skin. He licks his lips in that sexy way he has and stares down at me with predatory eyes. I can feel my hole clenching and unclenching in anticipation and I stifle a groan. He grabs my cock, so hard I almost wince, and begins to stroke out a firm and slow rhythm, and approaches.he traces the side of my face with a finger, slowly stimulating every nerve ending he comes in contact with. I writhe under his ministrations.
I help slightly as I find my head pulled back forcefully at an uncomfortable angle, his hand tangled in my hair. He moves closer now. So close I can feel his breath on my neck and I shiver. His tongue is traveling its way slowly from my collar bone up my neck and along my chin, skirting gracefully the inside of my ear..
He squeezes my cock again, with such strength it's just this side of painful. I'm writhing in ecstasy as I listen to the music of his labored breathing in my ear. 'You be a good little bitch now, okay?' He says, almost a sensual growl. So good. My knees feel like jelly and my breathing becomes labored.
'Please,' I moan, 'cock.. Inside'
He chuckles. 'Good bitch.' He uses his grip on my hair to force me to my knees, and through the somewhat pained feeling I smile as I'm brought face to face with his perfect manhood. That same cafe au lait colored skin, the pinkish radiance of that flared head. The veins running along that thick shaft. It's not very long, or even very big to be honest, but it's perfect for him. And best of all, it's just thick enough that it'll fill me up.
'You know what to do.' I don't need anymore prompting. My tongue snakes out to lick the drop of pre at the tip of his slit and as I make eye contact with him, I pull back, a thin string of his pre extending to my tongue from his pulsing organ. He smiles. I extend my tongue fully, lavishing his cock with all the affection I would show if he had kissed me. But I don't take it inside. He seems to understand as he keeps his eyes focused on mine. With one forceful thrust he's taken my mouth and my throat and my body tingles with bliss as he begins thrusting, not taking his cock from my throat for what seems a long while, and then only long enough for me to catch my breath before he goes back in balls deep. He continues looking me in the eye, his stare boring into my soul, burning this moment into my memory, and bites his lip. Both of his hands are on my head and he pulls back, his cock slipping from my mouth. I respond by trying to get it back inside. I'm already missing that warm pulsing in my throat.
He chuckles, rubbing his cock over my face and then, suddenly he rams himself back inside with such force that his balls slapping my chin makes it sound as if he were fucking me instead of being sucked by me.
Fuck my face, I think as he begins to repeat the action, with me gagging as often as not. This is heaven on earth.
His rhythm became an irregular staccato as his orgasm washed over and through him and into my mouth. He thrust a few more times, sighing, and slowly slid his quickly shrinking cock from my mouth and I opened it to show him the beautiful white liquid before swallowing it down.
He smiled, lifting me by my shoulders,and spun me around pinning me face first to the shower wall. I groaned as I felt his other hand grope and squeeze my cheeks. 'Do you want to cum for me?'he asked, his face so close to mine I could feel the warm breath on my cheek as he spoke. I nodded, the movements jerky from the excited trembling of my body.
'Good' he spent a few moments running his fingers lightly over the puckered opening of my hole, though it felt like eternity. I wondered how he would make me cum. Would he just jack me off? Or maybe he was going to suck me off. The thought alone was almost enough to make me cum and I decided to move things along, thrusting back against his hand. He chuckled that warm growling chuckle of his and I felt myself breached. It was his finger. He had jabbed it up inside of me in one sharp movement, and now I found myself grinding and writhing against the wall as he used his finger to jab and massage that spot just behind my prostate.
'That's a good little bitch.'his hand slid slowly down my back to my tight globes as he once again fondled and groped them, all the while keeping up his assault on my prostate. There was a loud wet slapping sound as his hand made contact with the mounds of flesh and I found my back arching, the world fading away as white hot pleasure surged through me and out, hitting the wall with each spurt until exhausted, I fell to the floor of the shower and slowly retracted my fingers from my throbbing opening.
Gods, I thought, turning off the shower, 'I can't wait til tonight..'
Quickly I grabbed a towel and began to vigorously dry myself and get dressed.
'Now then, it's time to get laid.'
That concludes this chapter. Hope you guys didn't enjoy it too much ;)