Chapter 8: The unexpected gang bang
If I had to guess, most likely I'd swallowed in excess of 200 loads of cum since arriving in Paris. The weeks were ticking by and the list of men on my phone was growing longer. The tallies beside each description, keeping track of home many times I had drained their balls, were growing too. I counted 150 loads in the list, plus a guess of all those I swallowed before I started keeping track. All that in the space of only 3 months. It served as a sort of diary for me, but also began to become a fixation. Knowing the list had a 150 in it; i wanted to reach 200 - but when I reached 200 I knew that the target would get bigger again.
Through all of this, my day-to-day life had begun to settle into a routine. I had met people who were slowly becoming friends, and colleagues who I had started to socialise with outside of work hours. Oddly though, I found myself staying away from making gay friends - my sexual needs were being met out cruising late at night or with Grindr meets. Paradoxically, I thought that having gay friends would limit me in getting cock - because I would be more wary of going and being seen to be a cumdump - or I'd be recognised offering to suck men on Grindr; which had become my permanent tagline. Nonetheless, I had begun discovering more of the neighbourhoods outside of my direct locale. Friends invited me to parties at their places, or we often met up for beers in the evenings in bars. Summer brought out the crowds, and we could sit on any number of terraces to watch the world go by.
It was a typical Saturday in that regard. A friend had invited me out and after a long lazy afternoon (following a lie-in due to a busy Friday night in the woods), I'd gotten showered and headed out. My small pouch came everywhere with me. I realised the city was a playground waiting to be discovered. On my lunch break, I could check out Grindr and find a guy 200 meters away who wanted a suck and go. I needed my poppers with me at all times. Tonight I also threw in the lube and washed myself out. I was becoming more and more willing to give my ass if that's what a guy demanded.
The mantra that ran through my head when I was high on poppers was beginning to surface in my every-day thoughts. If a man needed to shoot his load and he had honoured me with the opportunity to swallow it, who was I to deny him his carnal need?
When it came to fucking, I had now assumed the role of cumdump for large cocks. I saw it as my duty - for these men with very large endowments; they needed a source of relief - a hole they could totally let loose in, one they would not complain that it hurt or ask them to reign it in or go gentle after 5 minutes of fucking. No, I had no choice but to oblige and actively began to seek out the biggest dicks I could find promising they could fuck until they ejaculated no matter how much discomfort it caused me.
So here I was having a Saturday night beer with a friend. A straight friend who was having girlfriend troubles. I sympathised and consoled, all the time thinking about the men I could meet close by. Periodically I took out my phone and sent some taps or more messages on Grindr. Noticing that when it would be time to head home, I would have at least one option to get my fix of man-cum. One guy in particular caught my eye. Not because of how he looked or anything special in his profile; but merely because he was so direct in his approach.
> You swallow?
This type of message always piqued my interest from the get go. I replied straight away:
> Yeah, looking for nice cock to suck n go..
> Perfect, no blah blah blah, you come in down on your knees, swallow and bye!
Wow. His reply instantly stirred something in my cock. Now this is exactly the type of meet I was down for. Thankfully my friend was finishing up his drink. I suggested we call it a night, called for the bill and was relieved when he said he was going to meet his girl; meaning we wouldn't be taking the same route home. The night was fresh, but it was perfect for walking. I started in the direction of my Grindr hook-ups address.
In the elevator on the way up, I cleared my throat, took off my shirt and put my poppers in my short pocket for easy access. When I entered his apartment, I was to get to work right away. When I exited the elevator, I could already see a door ajar further down the corridor. Walked up, pushed it open and stepped inside. I took off my shoes, left down my bag and top in a pile by the door. Walked in and saw a man standing by the kitchen counter in an open plan apartment. He was taller than me, dark haired, chunky but not fat and handsome. If I'm honest, I hadn't paid much attention to his profile; more concerned that he was willing to give me a load than anything else. His cock was out in his hand. I noticed that it was cut and although not huge, it was a decent size and girth. I knelt down and immediately took his whole man meat into my mouth. I had barely rocked back and forth twice when I felt him tensing up. He pulled himself out of my mouth and squeezed his cock in his hand, obviously trying to avert the ejaculation about to happen. It was two late; he shot a thick wad into his hand and moaned as the organism took over his body. He looked at me a little embarrassed, but truth be told I didn't care one bit. I reached out to his hand and turned it facing up. There was a thick, stick load of cum filling his palm. I leaned forward and ate it up. It had such a thick consistency, and was white and sweet. I couldn't get enough, so I licked his hand clean. Then I got up and walked out. We hadn't exchanged a word.
Walking down the street, I took out my phone and messaged him how hot it had been for me. Fuck, it turned me on so much to know that I had literally just gone into his place, ate his cum and left in the space of less than a minute. If I could do that a hundred more times tonight, I thought to myself, feeling extra horny. Reading his reply he seemed surprised and apologised for cumming so soon; I assured him it was exactly what I'd wanted and would be happy to have his load any time in the future.
I continued to walk on Boulevard de la Villette, half engrossed in my phone, and looking around me in case there was some cruising to be had on the street. I was disappointed to realise I was in a well-known prostitution zone. Once I realised this, looking around the place seemed to be teaming with Asian hookers. In their full-faces of make up they smiled as I walked past and called out; little did they realise they were barking up the wrong tree. The seediness of it all turned me on even more though. As I reached Belleville metro station, I saw so many straight Arabic and black men approaching these women, grabbing at their crotches and negotiating prices, I thought how hot it would be if I could stand here and offer my services. How many straight men with big dicks were going unsucked, when I was there and willing to drain them if only they would allow a guy like me to do it.
