"Thirteen Loads" A Halloween Themed Cum Dump Confessional
The smell of cheap chocolate, sweat, and quite honestly a whole lot of cum floated through the dingy room. And dingy is an understatement. But this was my boyfriend, Austen's, dream. My slutty boy. He wanted nothing more than to have a Halloween themed cum dump in a haunted motel. So here we were... him the center of attention, pale, white sheet draped over his lean delicious body. Only his plump round ass exposed... writhing, and wiggling on his knees. Him in a ghost costume as the centerpiece of his perfect debauched night, how could I ever say no??
My little sweetheart, arched his back, changing his position slightly, lining himself up more with the edge of the very well worn haunted mattress. The bed creaked ominously like it was protesting the filthy plans unfolding upon it. The bed however, was the only thing protesting. My boyfriend had already gleefully taken eight loads and was well on his way to achieving his goal of 13.
I've set up nights like this for him before, but never this many participants. This was his holy grail cum dump. We had a few rules in place: come ready to dump, lube is a must, absolutely no spanking, and you must be dressed in a full costume. Every successful load delivered received a Halloween treat from Austen, a hand fed piece of chocolate pressed to your lips. It was a vibe.
"How are you doing, baby?" I asked him in a gentle voice, scooping up some of the cum that was leaking out of his hole and rubbing it into his skin.. "you have four more to go before it's my turn. Can you make it sweetheart?" Austen made a small mewling sound like a newborn kitten.
"I can make it, Derek. Just promise me that you'll be thirteen. I want your load last then I want to keep them all inside of me and sleep wrapped up in your arms" His voice was so small and subtle. Already needy, even though he had already just taken eight cocks and eight big loads.
"Of course I'm always the last one. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now, relax are you ready for number nine? He's dressed just like the devil with a cock that looks like it was designed by Satan himself." Austen let out a needy little moan on that declaration.. "That sounds ready to me..... OK next." I spoke into the hallway.
No one came in so I poked my head out. There they were four men all with their cocks in their hands, some stroking some adjusting their balls and all watching porn on their phones ensuring their dicks stayed hard and ready, not wanting to miss their opportunity to drop a load in my babies tight ass.
"You're up devil. Ready to shoot your shot?" Even through the costume I could recognize this was a return customer from a past dump, and one of Austen's favorite cocks next to mine. "Hey old friend. I think he'll be glad to feel you right about now. I can tell he's getting tired, but he won't give up. Maybe use a few of those tricks on him, bring him to the edge again, yeah?"
"Absolutely." Was the answer in a subtle southern accent.. "You've got such a good sweet boy in there, like a honeypot. I'll do what I can to help him." He walked in, and I watched Austen already know his presence and start to spread his legs, a little bit wider, and inch back in anticipation. This is exactly what he needed.
The Devil's cock slid in with an obscene squelch, and Austen let out a deep, satisfied moan, his back arching even more, pushing himself further into the mattress like he could take every inch into his soul. The devil gripped Austen's hips, slowly pulling back before slamming back in, setting a merciless rhythm designed to make my baby tremble.
"Fuck, baby, you look so pretty," I whispered, sitting close by, watching my slutty ghost lose himself to the ninth cock of the night. "That's it, sweetheart. Take him just how you wanted."
Austen's fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles white, his needy little gasps filling the room as the devil drilled into him, hitting that spot over and over again. His ass greedily swallowed every thrust, slurping noises mixing with the rustle of the sheet draped over him. He wiggled just the way he knew would drive his partners crazy, his hips lifting like a perfect invitation to keep going--keep filling him.
The Devil leaned in, pressing down on Austen's back, whispering something filthy against the curve of his ear. Whatever he said made Austen shudder and let out the
most delicious whimper. His cock, neglected and dripping, twitched with every deep thrust, a constant reminder that his own release was still out of reach.
"Damn," the Devil hissed, dragging his fingers down Austen's back, just light enough not to break our no-spanking rule. "He's like fuckin' velvet."
Austen let out a helpless moan, completely at the mercy of the thick cock stretching him wide. I reached over, pressing my hand lightly to the back of his sheet covered neck, my touch grounding him just enough to keep him from drifting too far.
"You got this, baby. Just a few more." I kissed where I thought his temple would be as he whined, "You're doing so good. Such a good boy."
The Devil grunted, his pace quickening as his climax built. I could tell the moment he hit that point of no return--his hips snapped erratically, and he groaned low in his throat. Then, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep pumping another thick load into my boyfriend's eager hole.
Austen's body went slack, a satisfied purr slipping from his lips as more cum leaked out of him. The Devil pulled out slowly, and the obscene squelch that followed had Austen giggling through his haze, his whole body warm and loose with satisfaction.
"That's nine, my ghostie," I murmured as I scooped up more of the cum spilling out of him, rubbing it into his ass again. "Almost there."
Austen wiggled his hips, as if inviting more. "I can take it," he whispered, though his voice was starting to sound more than a little fucked-out.
The Devil grinned, wiping sweat from his brow as he accepted his reward--Austen's hand shakily lifting a piece of cheap Halloween chocolate to his lips. "Thanks, baby boy," the Devil said, biting down with a wink before slipping back out into the hallway.
"You've been such a good boy tonight," I whispered, trailing kisses down Austen's spine. "Think you can take three more before I give you what you really want?"
He gave a little nod, eyes glassy and dreamy, lips parted as he whispered, "Yes, Derek. I need them. Then you."
I leaned in close, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Just three more, and then you get your favorite cock to finish the job." I gave his ass a teasing squeeze. "And you know I always make sure to fill you the fullest."
I glanced at the waiting men. "Alright, slasher. You're up. Let's see if you can make my baby scream."
The slasher wasted no time, he swaggered in and plunged his cock into Austen with a grunt. My sweet boy let out a sharp gasp, his overstimulated body trembling as the slasher set a relentless pace, slamming into him like it was the last thing he'd ever do. Austen's moans grew louder, spilling from his lips in desperate, breathy little sounds. I knelt beside him, running soothing hands over the sweat soaked sheet..
"Breathe, baby," I whispered into his ear. "You're doing so good. Just hold on for me. He's almost there."
With a final growl, the slasher slammed deep, emptying himself inside my beautiful boy. Austen whimpered, body sagging with relief as another load filled him. I gave his ass a loving rub, more cum leaking out with every twitch.
"Ten, gorgeous. Just two more," I cooed, brushing my knuckles along his flushed butt cheeks. "And then I'm all yours."
The werewolf stepped forward, his glowing red eyes practically shimmering with excitement. "How much do you have left in you, sweet thing?" he growled playfully, rolling his hips suggestively, his, thankfully, smaller uncut cock bouncing.
I gave him a knowing smirk. "He's close to spent. If you want to make your mark, better make it fast."
The werewolf grinned, and without waiting, slid inside Austen, groaning at how tight and hot he still was. "I'll be easy and fast on you, I've not got much, but I know how to use it."
Austen moaned weakly, grinding back into the werewolf as best as his exhausted body could manage. The poor thing was trembling, on the verge of collapse, but still so willing to take whatever was given to him.
The werewolf breathed deep, thrusting deep with roll to his hips that looked like a master class in fucking, his climax hitting him hard and as fast as promised. Austen whimpered, his breath hitching as another thick load joined the rest.
"My best boy," I whispered, planting a kiss on his left butt cheek. "Only one more. You've got this."
The cheerleader--an absurdly muscular man in a tight crop top and tiny pleated skirt-- stepped forward, stroking his cock eagerly. He gave me a sly grin as he knelt behind Austen.
"Last one, huh? Guess I'd better make it count," he teased, lining himself up. "Make it fast," I warned gently. "He's just about done."
The cheerleader shook his head yes, he knew what Austen had already gone through. He pressed in carefully, groaning as he filled Austen. My sweet boy couldn't even rock back anymore, he was almost collapsing with every stroke. With all luck, it didn't take long--the cheerleader came quickly, moaning as he emptied his load with a shudder.
I knelt by Austen, practically ripping the sheet off, kissing his temple as the cheerleader slipped out without claiming his candy, leaving my boy finally, blissfully done. "Twelve loads, I'm so proud of you." I whispered. .
Austen gave a soft, breathless sigh, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. "And now... you?" voice small and hopeful.
I smiled, kissing him gently on the lips. "Now me."
I helped him turn over onto his back, legs cramped, his brown curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. His soft, flushed body was perfect--skin glowing, chest heaving with each labored breath. I knelt between his legs, lifting them gently, trailing kisses up the insides of his thighs.
"God, you're beautiful," I whispered, watching the way his body responded to every touch, every kiss.
Austen's legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "Please, Derek," he whispered, his voice shaky. "Need you."
Leaning in, I brushed the hair out of the way, kissing him slow and deep. "Just us now."
The kiss was tender but with an edge of hunger, the heat between us undeniable. I guided myself inside him slowly, savoring the way he gasped and arched under me, his body welcoming me home. The feel of hot and wet heat from all the cum and lube inside was divine on my cock.
"That's it, sweetheart," I whispered against his lips. "Just feel me. I'm right here."
We moved together, slow and steady, every thrust deliberate, every touch filled with affection. I kissed him everywhere--his cheeks, his nose, his lips--taking in the salty taste of sweat and love. He desperately clung to me, his fingers tangling in my hair, his moans soft and breathless against my skin.
"I love you," he whispered, and it was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard. "I love you, too, baby," I murmured back, kissing the corner of his mouth.
When I felt him tighten around me, I knew he was close. I reached between us, stroking him in time with my thrusts. "Cum for me, sweetheart," I whispered. "Let go."
He cried out, his whole body trembling as he came hard, his release spilling between us. The sight of him falling apart beneath me pushed me over the edge, and I came, filling him with everything I had.
We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together in the aftermath, catching our breath in the dim light of the haunted room.
"You were so perfect," I whispered, kissing his sweaty curls.
Austen smiled, lazy and content. "Always perfect for you."
Gently, I slid out to his whimpering protest and reached for the butt plug waiting on the nightstand. "You ready, baby?" I asked softly, holding it up.
Austen nodded, his eyes hazy with love and exhaustion. "Keep it all inside me," he whispered.
I kissed his temple as I slid the plug into place, sealing all thirteen loads inside my beautiful boy. He let out a satisfied sigh, snuggling into me as I wrapped him up in my arms.
"Sleep, sweetheart," I whispered, brushing my fingers through his curls. "I've got you."
And with that, we lay together, the air heavy with the scent of sweat, chocolate, cum and our perfect, filthy love.