A Cumdump's Journey

Chapter 10: Giving into my desires

The height of summer in Paris brought unbearably hot days and just slightly cooler nights. It was the last few weeks in August and I had a fortnight off to enjoy the only time of year the city seemed to be quiet; except for the tourists. There was no A/C in my apartment, and the electric fan I had bought just about gave me enough respite from the heat and humidity to make it through the day. I spent most of the mornings sleeping, afternoons lying around trying to keep cool, and going out after sun-down when the air was cool enough to make it pleasant. I had discovered that the woods offered the most refreshing air and the temperature was noticeably lower than in the city. With no work during the days, I found myself there most nights. I would see friends for drinks or a museum when I managed to get off the couch and plan to be in the woods for around 11pm. This went on for the first few days and the cruising area was busier than at any time of the year so far.

Life in the city had become ordinary; I went to work, I had friends, I worked out and generally was happy in this new routine. Since getting back from Nice - when we last caught up with one another - I had been true to my new cumdump-self virtually every weekend. My list of men had swelled over the summer months, but by now I had been going for almost half-a-year. I now counted over 300 loads, but I was sure this was an underestimate. There were so many times I had been snuck into someone's basement during my lunch break or emptied a guy's balls in his stairwell after midnight that I knew I hadn't noted down - I would never really know the true count. Still I had quietly set myself an aim for the coming weeks before I went home for my first visit. I wanted to reach the magic 500.

My friendship circle was growing and a few colleagues had casually tried to set me up with their friends. I feigned interest and even agreed to go out for group drinks a few times, but the guys seemed so conventional to me now. I wondered if any of them were secretly seedy like me, but I didn't want to take the risk of unmasking myself in any way. At that time, I wasn't interested in having a boyfriend, there was only one thing on my mind and that was cum-filled cocks.

That being said, I was building some budding relationships with some of the men I had met in the woods. I guess you could say that some of them had become my fuckbuddies, as we regularly made plans to meet up, but it was solely for sex and very much one-sided. I found myself seeking out the men who wanted their needs taken care of, yet were not interested in my sexual needs. Whether they knew it or not, I got my pleasure from servicing their needs. It was a psychological pleasure they fulfilled me, although sometimes I would go home to jerk off after, but not always.

Surprisingly, one guy I had been keeping in touch with was Paul. I had met him the night in the woods when he'd given me GHB and then invited a couple of guys over to use my hole, before he used my hole to get off himself. We'd swapped numbers that night, and it was a week or so later that he heard from him out of the blue. We'd been texting on and off ever since, but I'd not seen him in the woods since. The conversation started innocently enough, but soon our messages became more and more obscene. Since he had fucked me and seen me be fucked by strangers in the woods, I felt totally liberated to talk with him. He would text me every few days to check in and ask me how I was, but invariably the talk would turn to sex and he would tell me how hot it had been that night we met in the woods. How much he loved being inside me, how much he loved seeing me being fucked too. This went on casually for a couple of weeks.

When I'd told Paul about Karim, the ugly, Arab in Nice he planted the idea in my head of me buying my own toys to play with. He had a habit of sending me links to porn and now he would send me dildos and butt plus - all massively oversized for my hole. I finally caved and picked up a dildo and a butt plug from the sex shop where I would buy my poppers. I was not that seriously interested in stretching my ass out; it was really only when I was in the heat of the moment of being fucked by a guy or if I was high on poppers that the idea of it turned me on. Nonetheless, Paul had convinced me that a dildo was to play with and a butt plug should be something you work to attain. So I chose one, albeit not enormous, but was pretty imposing.

Once I had it home though, I found myself fascinated with the idea of being able to take it. So over the next months, I occasionally dedicated a night to stretching myself out and aimed to take the eye-watering 22cm circumference at least once that summer. Of course, Paul checked in often and gave me lots of encouragement.

That Friday afternoon during that hot week in August. I'd had another lazy afternoon, and decided that the heat called for a few beers. Early dinner became a boozy evening, and I was feeling slightly tipsy, contemplating smoking a little weed, when my phone buzzed. It was Paul.

> Hi, how're you? Thinking about your ass!

The conversation started off in the usual way, we exchanged the usual horny chit-chat and I was watching some porn at the same time. Gradually, Paul began steering the conversation as he always did:

> Tell me about your fantasies.

> Hmm I love being used in the woods, sucking guys off...That was hot.

> No, what's your fantasy...something you think about but never told anyone before.

I looked at the screen hesitating for a moment. In the past weeks, I had spent a lot of time chatting to this man that in reality I didn't know at all. He had been inside me, and he had seeded me, but otherwise I had no idea who he was, what he did, even exactly where he lived. Nonetheless, I had been very frank and open with him, in a way I could never have been with even my closest friends. None of them knew the things that he knew about me. I decided to be frank and tell him what was on my mind. I was inspired too by the porn I was watching. I guy was sucking men and they were shooting into a bowl for him to swallow.

> Bukkake, being the only sucker in a room full of 20 men. I fantasise about having a big jarful of cum to drink.

> That's hot...but a nightmare to organise..guys say they'll come..they don't show up.

> Ah ok, you've done it???

> Tried to organise it a few times... but yeah OK with a small group.

Wow! My cock was hard in my pants. Scenes like that were things that I had watched in porn many times, but never really thought about in reality. When I reflected on it though; there had been times in the forest I sucked off 2, 3 maybe even 4 men together or in a row - hungrily swallowing each load after the last. That had always been spontaneous though, never planned; I thought about and knew I'd be too nervous for sure.

> Any other fantasies?

> Well when I jerk off, I often imagine being the sucker at a gloryhole. That men come and I only see their cock..they cum in my mouth and I never know who they are.

> Fuck yeah man, that's hot!

I held back the fact that I had installed a short-lived gloryhole in my apartment. It had been super hot, and I would definitely be into doing it again; but having a flat-mate complicated matters somewhat. Either way, I began to feel more at ease explaining this stuff and it even began exciting me.

> You ever fantasize about giving up control?

> Yeah man, think about being tied down at a gloryhole and I have to suck off any man that comes in, until they are all drained. You ever heard of the 'Horse Disco' in Berlin? I've jerked off to the thought of that so many times. Becoming a true slut for any man.

> Yeah! you horny bastard!

I was starting to get into this now and wasn't holding back at all. The Horse Disco in Berlin was a party where gay guys went as either 'mares' or 'stallions'. Mares would arrive at the venue early, be strapped up naked and hooded. The Stallions would then arrive and have the right to fuck any mare they wanted, the mares couldn't refuse. I had fantasised about being a mare at one of these sex parties for years, but never told a soul, nor ever really considered going through with it.

> I sometimes fantasize about being fucked mercilessly by a guy with a huge cock like 11 inches..

> I know a guy with a huge, 11-inch cock. Black guy who loves to fuck sweet, white ass.

With that he sent me a picture and OH FUCK..this guys cock was enormous. Over the past few months, my mind had become ever more focused on big dicks. Truth be told my biggest fantasy was being fucked by the biggest cocks I could find. This guy's dick was magnificent.

> You want me to hook you up?

> Hell, yes! Would love to be fucked by him.

> OK dude, but you gotta help me with my fantasy. I like control. I like to decide who

> OK, that's hot.

> We have a deal?

I paused on that message, something inside me put on the brakes and I put down the phone to take a breather. I rolled a spliff and thought about what he was asking me. I took a few hits and relaxed back onto my bed. When I picked up the phone again, I could feel my hand shaking slightly, but I looked again at his friend's huge, magnificent, black cock in the photo. I took a big breath and replied:

> Why not...sounds hot!

The reply came back with lightning speed:

> Tonight?

Still a little nervous and thought about it for a moment. My cock was hard and the porn was still playing on a loop. The hungry cocksucker was getting a big load shot right into his mouth and his face was covered in spunk. Most likely I would have been going to the woods in a few hours anyway.

> OK

Paul had it all planned out. Immediately he explained that for one night he would be in control of who I sucked. He specifically stated he would only expect me to suck them off and no fucking, which made the scenario much more palatable for me. Over the past few months, I had sucked off so many random men, I thought what is one more night, and the idea of it was making me hard. The only thing I was nervous about though; he wanted the login for my Grindr account. It took him a while to convince me and I only gave him it in the knowledge that it was a new one that I used only in Paris. He would log in on my account and use it to chat to guys...then he would text me an address and tell me to go there. When it was over I had to text let him know and he would confirm on Grindr, all the while the guy being sucked would have no idea some other guy was deciding who I sucked.

Looking back on it now, I am stunned that I agreed, but the idea of giving up control turned me on so much. We exchanged our final words, before he told me to get on to the metro and head over to the area he lived in the 18th district.

> Leave now, it'll take you about 20 minutes, and by that time I'll have your first address. And send me some pictures of you, the guys will definitely ask for them.

I did as he asked and told him I preferred that he would end the conversation if any of the guys recognised me, then I left the apartment to go to his neighbourhood.

When I got out of the metro, I got out my phone and logged into my old Grindr profile that I hadn't used since arriving here. I'd deleted the picture and I knew it was against the spirit of what we were doing but I needed to see what he was doing. There it was on the grid close by; he had uploaded the face picture I had sent him and the tagline was "Suck n swallow". I looked at it a little dismayed, feeling nervous but also hornier than ever before. I decided I needed something and stopped into the small corner shop opposite the metro entrance. I downed a small can of beer and texted Paul that I'd arrive.

> Your first cock is ready. You have to swallow.

He sent me the address and the details and told me I had to go right away. I asked for a picture, but he told me it would be a surprise. The neighbourhood was one I barely knew. Actually, I had been specifically warmed off of it by one of my colleagues when I first arrived and was flat-hunting but I had come here nonetheless to see a room. It was a real working class, immigrant neighbourhood and I had personally loved the atmosphere, the bustling street, the mix of nationalities. It was true that it was a little dirty though. Before long I arrived at the door and buzzed myself in using the codes provided by Paul. I climbed to the third floor and knocked lightly on the door on the right hand side. I was nervous, having no idea what to expect.

The door opened slowly revealing a tall, white guy in his mid-forties. He gestured for me to step inside, and I did so.

"Where do you want to do it?" I asked, wondering what he had been told about me.

"Right here," he replied and began unzipping his pants. I knelt down in front of him and slowly began pulling his underwear down to reveal a hard, 8-inch cock with a nice large mushroom head and a long, thick vein down the top.

"This isn't going to be so bad," I thought to myself, smiling. I looked up at the guy, gazing in his eyes, before taking his mushroom head into my mouth.

I sucked him, gently and took my time enjoying this beautiful, large penis. The guy just stood and moaned with much guidance or instance at all. I was enjoying it, and after a few moments decided I would heighten my pleasure with a hit of poppers. He moaned as I took his cock deep into my throat and I used my throat muscles to massage his large, mushroom bell-end. We were moaning in unison, and I was only mildly distracted by the vibration of my phone in my pocket. Eventually, I could feel the man's body tensing up and I once again took him as deeply as I could into my throat, feeling his jerking as he shot jet after jet of his warm sperm into my throat. When he finished I pulled off, he tanked me and I left rubbing my mouth and chin on my sleeve as I descended the stairwell.

> Hurry up, number 2 is waiting.

Already I had a message from Paul. When I replied, he immediately sent me the address of the next guy; informing me I should try to make it quicker as he had a few guys interested.

The next two men he sent me to see were essentially the same as the first; white guys in their forties, reasonable cocks. One I sucked off in his hallway, the other insisted we go into his bedroom. Both of them shot directly into my throat and I swallowed down their loads without question. None of them had asked my name, and began to get excited the moment before the door opened wondering who would be standing behind it.

The following address was a little further away and Paul told me that I wouldn't be allowed poppers because the guy didn't like them. OK, I agreed, deciding I would have to grab the metro one stop rather than walking up the long steep road leading to the north. When I arrived at the address, it was a run-down building whose door was swinging open. I was a little hesitant but I went in nonetheless. An old, back guy opened the door. He had a foreign accent and I guessed he could be from Mali, or some neighbouring African country. He was in a robe, and boxer shorts. He took out a long, flaccid cock and I saw a bush of white public hair. I would have guessed he was in his late fifties and had a well-toned body. I knelt down in front of him and took the soft head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste the cum on my breath from the previous three loads I had swallowed. His long cock was flaccid and soft in my mouth and I suckled for what seemed like an age until gradually it began to swell in my mouth. As his prick stiffened he started his strokes and began slowly pushing himself in and out of my mouth, until he was hard enough to push into my throat. POP! I felt it enter my throat and without poppers I retched loudly.

"Yeah take that cock you fucking whore, you filthy slut...", he groaned over and over. My cock was hard and although it hurt to have him in my throat I wanted my throat muscles to massage his cockhead and for him to feel the pleasure of being inside my oesophagus. His dick was so long I could feel it scratching deep into my throat in a way few other cocks ever had. He was extremely endurant, and only after 20 minutes of me trying as hard as possible could I manage to make him shoot his nut. When I got up I asked him if we could exchange numbers. This was a cock I wanted to take again.

Next up was another foreign guy, I wasn't sure where he was from, but he was about my age and clearly had not washed his cock beforehand. I took hit after hit of poppers and emptied his balls as much as possible. Moments later, walking out onto the street it dawned on me that I hadn't set any boundaries on this evening's agreement. I hadn't put a limit on the number of men I would suck, nor any kind of time-limit. However, so far I was enjoying the evening and decided I would keep going as long as I could. It had been an hour-and-a-half, maybe two hours and up to that point I had already swallowed. My mouth tasted of cum and I could smell it on my breath when I breathed out into my hand. I stopped into another small shop to grab some chewing gum and checked my phone.

> Seems like you're doing a good job. So far all guys with your mouth. I got three more lined up.

I wondered how he was getting them and I found out later that he was offering my mouth to literally everyone on the grid, messaging them directly and asking if they wanted their cock sucked and cum swallowed without the need for any chit-chat. In one of my drunken evenings at home, I had signed up for a year's unlimited membership, so now Paul was able to contact half of Paris, and it seemed likely that that's what he was doing. I was so turned on, that as long as I didn't come myself I would be hot to continue sucking off men all night.

I was glad I hadn't called it quits yet when the following guy opened the door. He was young, maybe 20 or 21. Tall and had beautiful, dark curly hair. His skin was a beautiful, matt light brown and his lips plump and pink. He led me into his apartment and guided me to sit down on the couch. He took off his top, revealing a wonderfully toned chest and abs and when I put my hand on his thighs, buns of steel. He unzipped his fly and pulled out a magnificently thick brown, cut cock. His youthfulness was beaming and his cock was hard instantly. I took a hit of the poppers and he entered me pushing himself all the way into my throat; I felt the head of his thick meat penetrate into the opening of my throat and he held it there just long enough for me to gasp for a breath when he pulled it out. He was standing in front of me, and I was sitting on the edge of his couch facing him and he held my head in line with his crotch with both hands.

He started skull fucking me like I had never experienced before. His cock when fully inside pushed about an inch into my throat and his thrusts were just enough for him to pull his cock head out of my throat and withdraw into the back of my mouth before pushing before again and penetrating again the throat muscles at the entrance to my oesophagus. This was the tightest part of my throat and although it caused me great discomfort to have these muscles forced open, then squeeze tight around his bell-end before he withdrew again, he did this over and over obviously in ecstasy at the sensation the sphincter-like muscles produced on his swollen cockhead. At least two times, I had to pull my head free in order to take more hits on the poppers as I felt myself retch and regurgitate the beer I had been drinking shortly before. I swallowed it back down and he immediately went back to work fucking my throat like it was a pussy designed for cock. Despite my discomfort, I was in heaven picturing this beautiful young man facefucking me in my mind's eye.

After a long while, I finally felt his cock begin to throb in my throat. He held himself inside as the warm jets of his spunk ran down my throat and I just was left with the sweet after taste. It was easily the hottest facefuck I had ever been given and I was glad I agreed to this fantasy at that moment.