Date: Wed, 6 May 2020 01:18:56 +0200
From: Paris Sucker <paris.cocksucker@gmail.com>
Subject: a cumdumps journey part 3 (gay, interracial, encounters)

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The following story contains graphic sexual language and actions between
adult gay males. If material of this nature offends you, PLEASE do not read
any further. Note that you must be of legal age, where you live, to read
this story.

Prologue:

As the hottest stories I've read here are the true stories, I decided I
would put into words my own experience - with some names changed, where
appropriate, to protect identities.

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Chapter 3: Fool's errand

My phone ringing and buzzing beside my head woke me; the loud tone shot
through my head, even stinging my eyes. It was my best friend,
"H..h..hello...?" I tried to ask, but nothing came out. I cleared my throat
and felt a piercing pain shoot through the muscles of my throat. "Hey,
what's up?" I continued in a groggy voice like I had a frog in my
voice. "I'll call you back later..." I managed to hoarsely whisper before
hanging up.

My throat was shredded from the night before. I couldn't believe I'd done
it again. I closed my eyes and re-lived the night in a flash. After leaving
Bobby, I had let Charlie's large mushroom-headed cock facefuck my throat
again before finally draining another total stranger who had stood beside
us waiting patiently for his turn, like he was queueing to use a vending
machine. I didn't even look up at him, accepting his penis and cumload as
if it was the most normal thing in the world. I felt guilty and ashamed.

As I lay trying to think of other things, Bobby's face and the feel of his
hand rubbing my face kept creeping back into my mind. I felt butterflies in
my stomach. I hadn't felt this way for a long time, but it was a feeling I
knew well, "how could I possibly be falling for him? I don't even know his
real name!" I rolled over grinning to myself, imagining him holding
me. Finally, I dragged myself out of bed, into the shower and then out the
door; I was determined not to waste the weekend in bed.

Paris was quiet on a Sunday, nothing like London; most places seemed to be
closed and so I decided to do some sightseeing. I'd visited Paris a few
times before, and had been to all the main tourist sites, except one; the
Moulin Rouge. I got out my phone and planned my trip to the closest metro
station nearby it. As I was getting in the metro, I felt giddy with
excitement to be discovering my new city, and I was happy deep down that I
was falling for a new man.

I arrived at my stop after around 25 minutes and hopped out running up the
stairs to street level. I could see the well-known sign of the "Moulin
Rouge" right away and couldn't help but let out a yelp. I took some
pictures and then started to walk a little down the boulevard. As I looked
around, I realised I had been in this area before with friends. There were
lots of bars, but in particular lots of Sex Shops. I should have known
since that's what the Moulin Rouge is known for. It wasn't seedy though, it
was almost as if it was a facade of a previously sleazy neighbourhood -
designed to attract tourists. There were lots of locals strolling around,
even some with kids.

I started looking for a bench to sit down, but as I walked each bench I
came across was already being squatted on by groups of men; Indians, North
African, all kinds. I continued strolling until a handsome young Arabic guy
caught my eye, he must have seen me looking and was nodding his head to me
and saying something I couldn't understand. I approached him nervously,
"You smoke weed? Want to buy cocaine?", "No, no, I'm good," I replied and
quickly walked on. I had occasionally got into smoking weed, but didn't
really feel like I wanted any right now; I made a mental note of where I
had crossed this guy just in case.

Eventually, I came across an empty bench and sat down, pulled out my phone
and searched for a place to grab lunch. I was totally engrossed, trying to
find a place that was well-situated so that I could walk down towards the
Seine after eating and have a rest beside the river. I didn't notice a man
sitting down beside me. I only became aware of his presence when I caught
the sight of his hand rubbing his crotch out of the corner of my eye.

I was a little shocked, and turned to glare at him; he was about my age;
between 30 and 33, and he was of North African descent. His dark hair was
slicked back with a wet gel and he was clean-shaven. His face was much more
obviously masculine than my own, but he was handsome. His gaze was fixed in
front of him, as if he was purposefully not looking at me. His dick was
hard, I had no doubt. He was jerking himself off on the bench through his
jogging bottoms. He turned and looked at me quite menacingly, and I
froze. I wanted to touch my own penis, but I was petrified. We were on a
bench in the middle of the street with people all around us. It seemed to
go on forever, and looking around, I suddenly realised that there were many
lonesome men either sitting or standing around close-by, all of them
loitering for one reason. It was so seedy, and I loved it.

The guy beside me got up and started walking, I followed his lead, but he
quickly took off with some teenager who had been standing opposite us. I
was too slow. As I looked around, I couldn't understand how I hadn't
noticed this before. It seemed that there were at least 10-15 men cruising
right here in the street. I sat back down on the bench and opened Grindr on
my phone - wondering if I could connect with one of them - the shame and
guilt from earlier that morning had been replaced by a thirst for the taste
of a man's spunk.

"Hey, what's up, man? You free tonight?" I saw the message from that
familiar profile: "XL thick now"; it was Bobby. I felt that lightness in my
stomach and smiled. "Hey there," I typed, getting up to walk back to the
metro and head home, instantly shaking off the carnal desire that had been
stirring in me here among the group loiterers in the street. "I'm free,
what've you got in mind?" I wrote as I hopped back onto the train and
thought about a nice night at the cinema for our first date.

I lost coverage until I stepped back in the apartment, by which time, it
was already evening. I'd grabbed something quick on the way back to make a
snack and eagerly checked my phone again for word from Bobby. "Come over to
mine if you want," he'd sent casually. Smiling wide, I replied, "I'd love
to - let me know the details" and I sat down in front of the TV to eat. We
exchanged a few messages before he signalled that he was going to go grab a
shower, "Oh and shave your ass," he signed off with. I grinned again to
myself; I was just wondering if it was worth my while to douche. I laughed
and jumped up to go back under the shower and do as he asked; it sounded
like we were going to move to the next level.

I had to take a train which went slightly outside the city limits, but it
was direct from a station 10 minutes' walk from my place, so I didn't
mind. We arrived sooner than I expected at the stop and I texted Bobby to
say I was arriving: "2 mins" came the reply. There was a small shop at the
entrance to the station, I picked up some beers as a gesture for tonight's
invite and waited for Bobby to arrive. He did after exactly 2
minutes. "Hey, it's not far - follow me," he gestured, turning as soon as
he reached beside me.

After no time at all we reached a small apartment building and his place
was on the third, and top, floor. I handed him the beers as we walked
in. "I don't feel like drinking; I smoked some already," he said sharply,
"you have one if you want. You need to use the bathroom before we get
started?" he asked. "Nuh uh," I shook my head. I felt dejected; it wasn't
at all the night I had dreamed up in my mind. "Cool." he said laying down
on the couch, "get naked then," he ordered as he himself stripped and lay
down longways on the wide couch.

He handed me a cushion which I threw down on the floor beside him, slowly
crouching so I was knelt with my face lined up to his crotch. I felt a
little disappointed, but his beautiful, fat meat and full, heavy-set
scrotum resting on his muscular thighs soon lightened my mood. I leant
forward and licked all around his crotch as he moaned and lit up the blunt
he had obviously been smoking before I arrived. I set the pace, as he
allowed me to feast on this delicious meal in front of my eyes. His dick
grew and grew, but the size and weight meant that it never really lifted up
from leaning on his body. It turned me on so much. I began sucking on it
and taking it into my throat. His hand came down on my head and he applied
pressure to force me to accept him into my throat. We were getting our
rhythm and I felt like we were starting to know each other well.

Over the next twenty minutes, he gagged me and choked me countless times,
as I enjoyed the feeling of stretching in my throat without any kind of
burning I had experienced the previous two times. I thought back to his
comment the night before that my throatpussy was made for his dick. I felt
content and the feeling of snugness and stretching drove me wild. My cock
was raging but, as usual, Bobby paid no attention to my dick at all.

I was lost in the rhythm of the throatfuck when he abruptly pulled out and
stood up. "Crawl up on there," he demanded, gesturing to the couch he had
just been lying on. I got up on my hands and knees hesitantly. Nerves were
knotting in my stomach. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this tonight like
this.

"Oh shit," I said, hoping for a get-out-of-jail-free card, "I didn't bring
any poppers or lube." He tutted, went to the other side of the room - it
was a big opening living space - and opened his fridge. "Here's the lube -
it's cooling, and I got these online," he said shoving a tall clear bottle
of poppers into my hand, "they turn your lips blue, but they'll open you
right up." I stared at them in my hand, and put them down on the couch,
"I'm not sure about that," I thought to myself. I'd always been the bottom
in my sexual encounters and had prided myself on fucking without
poppers. I'd use them only if I needed them, I decided.

Bobby came over and roughly picked me up and put me in the position he
wanted me. The couch was in the middle of the room, so I knelt with my
knees on the seat cushions and my chest pushed against the backrests,
looking over the back of the couch. He aggressively pushed on the base of
my back, so I was arched down and my hole was sticking out in the air. I
felt a cold, wetness on my cheeks, and I realised he was squeezing lube
onto my hole. "Put your legs together and push your balls and dick back
through your legs so I can see everything," he ordered. I did exactly what
he asked, the tone of his demand making my dick stick out behind me rock
hard. I was on all fours on the couch, like a bitch in heat. I glanced to
the side and noticed a huge mirror. The sight of me bent over in front of
him and his muscular, dark frame towering and dominating over me drove me
wild.

Then I noticed him fiddling with something; he was stretching a black band
over his cock and pulling it down. "What are you doing?" I asked
naively. "My cock ring....helps me stay hard," he said, slowly jerking his
cock back and forth. I looked back in the mirror and wanted to gasp. In
this perspective, he cock was so engorged, it looked to be as thick as my
forearm. I realised that the length when inside me would reach as deep as
my belly button. "Shiiiitt," I groaned as I frantically grabbed for the
poppers, opened them and took as big a hit as I could.

The second I screwed the lid back on the poppers, I felt the huge head of
his mammoth cock brushing against my hole and then immediately a punch of
pressure. It was too much. I reached back and tried with all my force to
push him off - the poppers hadn't hit me yet. "Wait, I'm not ready" I
yelped. He didn't care, without easing off any pressure he snapped back:
"Just push out."

The pain was excruciating. I thought I would faint, until
suddenly...POP..., I felt him break through the clenched muscle of my outer
sphincter with his meat cleaver; he pushed in around 3-4 inches. "STOP,
PLEASE!" I yelled, "just give it a second...please...so I can
adjust...please," I begged over and over. He came to a stop. "Pull out a
second; it's too much," I begged. A burning pain was searing through my
hole and down my legs. It felt like my ass was on fire.

"Shhh, shhh," he leant forward and rubbed my face, while easing himself
inside millimetre by millimetre. He held the poppers up to my nose and had
me take a hit. It didn't seem to help. It felt like a stabbing pain any
time he made the slightest movement. We were stuck in a struggle between me
tensing my asshole uncontrollably in agony, trying to push him back with my
hands, and him maintaining the pressure and pushing himself endlessly
deeper into my gut. I don't know how much time had passed, but I finally
felt the tension and stretching in my sphincter begin to release a
little. I brought my hand down to my side and moaned, as the popper haze
engulfed my mind. The hits had been stronger, much stronger than anything I
was used to and now I was flying totally lost in a sea of sensations. I
felt pulses of tingling running through my body. I looked to the mirror at
our side and let my eyes absorb the image of a powerful alpha man,
violating his bitch as a feeling of attainment washed over me. I could see
though, that he wasn't even half way inside me yet. Then the thrusting
began.

"Ohhh fuuuucck, that's tight," Bobby groaned, in what felt like three-feet
long thrusts. He thick meat invading me ever deeper with each thrust; the
burning pain coming anew as he conquered virgin territory. His in-strokes
felt like they were getting longer and longer, the poppers seemed to slow
time, and his out-strokes sent shivers running through my body. As the
thrusts as inevitably as the seconds ticked by, I could feel myself tense
each time in anticipation for the shooting pain of his cock head reaching
parts of my gut no-one had ever been in before. I was scared with each
thrust but, at the same time, the fullness I felt was euphoric. Finally, I
felt him bottom out inside me, with a short sharp pain in my abdomen. I
jerked my back up and he came forward to meet me, hugging me tightly so I
couldn't shift or move. We stayed like this forever. His cock buried now 10
inches deep inside my guts; my mind lost in a haze so that the sensation of
every spasm from my sphincter was intensified ten-fold as clear as crystal
in my mind. The feeling was orgasmic.

It wasn't natural for my asshole to stay gaping open like this for so long,
and I could feel my sphincter involuntarily trying to close before being
met with the girth of his thick member. My hole ached, and I wanted him to
pull out to let me recover for a moment. He held his heavy tool balls-deep
inside me, pushing forward every time I tried to shift out of his grip.

"Let's take a break." I whispered, as the poppers were wearing off and the
aching in my hole began to grow. My ring quivered more violently around his
cock, as my head, which beamed bright read gradually became more aware of
our surroundings.

"Not...until...I cum!" he replied strongly and began thrusting more
forcefully. It was painfully clear that he didn't intend to pull out yet. I
reached around frantically for the poppers and finally found them beside my
knee on the couch. "Wait, wait...please...I need more lube," I said
desperately. He moaned, ignoring my plea. "Cunts don't need lube," he
growled in my ear, biting it hard, refusing to stop or even slow down. I
felt my hole clasp tightly around his thick cock and stretch beyond
anything I had experienced before. I brought the poppers to my nose and
tried madly to get a good hit. Bobby continued fucking me so the poppers
spilled on my face, stinging my nose and lips. Thankfully, I soon felt them
begin to take effect. I looked again at us in the mirror. My lips were blue
and my pupils dilated, I looked high and grotesque, but the feeling that
overcame me when I looked back at Bobby ramming his meat into my asshole
was like ecstasy. The pain had alleviated and he was fucking me violently
and with abandon now. I didn't care. I knew that I was born to play this
role.

I felt a sharp burning on my butt cheek; he had slapped my ass. "Fuck! I'm
going to fucking WRECK this cunt tonight!" he yelled. Suddenly the cold
wetness of the lube dripped on my hole as he was squeezing the bottle above
my ass, obviously enjoying the mess it was making. "Thank you," I
whispered, somehow convincing myself that he had my well-being in mind. I
reached down and took several longer, deeper hits on the poppers. I was
lost to reality but I could feel that my hole was wide now, and my
sphincter was no longer trying to close shut. I knew that in my unconscious
mind, I had told it to relax, and it stayed open as Bobby withdrew the
whole length of his shaft before ramming it back into the hilt in one
full-bodied thrust. I felt incredible and I didn't want it to end.

Gradually I could feel a discomfort growing in my abdomen, and I knew I
needed a release. At the same moment Bobby pulled out a little too far; a
loud, booming, sloppy fart sounded out, as trapped air left my colon. The
noise was not like any fart I had ever passed before, it was a wet,
slobbery and loose noise. I was mortified. I wanted the couch to swallow me
up.

"AHHH HHHAAA YEAHHH!! That's a fucking sloppy mess. See... that cunt is
wrecked!" Bobby yelled out enthusiastically, plunging back inside me. With
every thrust, pulling out my hole didn't even attempt to recoil, instead
creating a sloppy sound of the slippery cock juices and froth he had
whipped up inside me. It drove Bobby mad, and I felt a warm fuzzy sense of
having offered him what he needed; a destroyed mancunt. The sound grew
louder and sloppier as he fucked me now at his pace. Pulling out every so
often to look and marvel at his work. He ordered me to look in the mirror
and take in the sight of an alpha man with a huge cock violating my back
passage. I was taking hit after hit on the poppers - giving over ownership
of my hole to him. I promised myself in my mind, as thoughts swirled, and
the incredible sensation of losing control of my anus took over, that I
would never again resist being cunted in this way by another man.

I'd lost sense of time, but I could feel Bobby's pace becoming
frantic. "Squeeze me tight!" He whispered forcefully in my ear, "tight as
you can!" I squeezed my sphincter with all my might, but it was like the
muscle had wasted away and had no strength. The hole now was so slimy, that
I couldn't get any kind of grip on his meat at all. Even when he was
pulling out and I squeezed, the opening hung fully open inviting his cock
back inside. Nevertheless, I could feel he was getting close. His fist came
slamming down on my back as he forced me painfully to arch my back and he
yanked my head back by my hair. He thrust as hard, as aggressively and as
deeply as he could muster. I felt the squelch of the juices and the
enormous pressure build up inside me. It was far too deep inside me to feel
the squirts, but the unmistakable throbbing of each cumshot pulsed from his
cock through my body. I counted at least 14. Each one feeding the sense of
elation floating through my body. We finally collapsed forward; both
exhausted and out of breath. My head was spinning at a million miles per
hour.

I could have stayed there all night. The weight of him on top of me and the
beautiful fullness and openness of my cunt was incredible. I tried to doze
and enjoy the moment. Finally I felt him slide off me, as his meat slid out
of my loose hole. I felt juices running out of me as I reached round to
inspect the damage. I was wide-open and felt that my once-neat asshole had
lost its firm, tight shape and now felt raw, messy and lumpy. Bobby kicked
over my underwear, "Here, man," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom
and I heard him relieving himself with a long heavy piss.

"I gotta head out," he called out from behind the open door. "You make your
own way back to the station?" he asked unceremoniously. It was like a punch
to the gut, all of a sudden I was back to reality. "He wants me to leave,"
I thought to myself. "Err...yeah I guess," I mumbled, turning over on the
couch. "Sorry, man, but I promised a buddy," he said as he handed me the
rest of my clothes. I got dressed sheepishly, not even daring to ask if I
could get cleaned up in the bathroom. Before I knew it, he was waiting
beside the door for me to finish dressing so he could guide me out.

"Hey, I...errr...I accidently deleted your number the other day," I
stuttered, "I was going to ask if you wanted to see a film during the
week?". He screwed up his face, and I felt embarrassed, "No, OK then forget
about it," I hurriedly started to put my shoes and socks on. He came over
to me and looked at me indifferently again in the eyes, "I saw you," he
said, "I know what you are. You're one of those cumdumps that hang out in
the woods. That's cool for you, but there's nothing between us. I just
needed to nut".

I was shaking. I felt so humiliated. I didn't say another word, just
grabbed my top and walked past him out the door.

I walked towards the station slowly, with tears ready to burst, "How could
I have been such an idiot, to think that there was anything," I thought to
myself. I felt so stupid. I wanted to hit myself. I wanted to cry.

While I was waiting for the train, I could feel a dull ache begin to throb
in my hole. There was pressure building again, and I did my best to slowly
let out the wind that was trapped in my abdomen. Instead, I let out a loud
fart, as my asshole lips flapped and I felt a sudden sogginess in my
boxers. I put my hand down and felt. My underwear was a sloppy mess, as the
cum and lube had run unhindered out of my loose hole. I just wanted to be
home. Finally the train arrived and I took a seat hidden well in the
corner.

As the journey went on, I got angrier and angrier with myself. I felt like
such a fool for entertaining the idea that there was anything deeper than a
random fuck between us. Did I really think he felt something for me after
two days, and what could I possibly have felt for him; I didn't even know
his name. When I got home, I ran straight to the bathroom, to wash myself.
I changed my underwear and grabbed a small pocket pouch with a strap that I
could wear across my torso over my shoulder. I rustled around in my
toiletry bag and fished out the jungle juice poppers and a bottle of Swiss
Navy Anal Lubricant. I grabbed a packet of tissues too, and stuffed
everything into the pouch. It was getting late, just after midnight. I was
desperate for a release and the ultimate distraction from the anger and
pain that was building inside me.

When I was sure I had everything, I set off in the direction of the
woods. I could prove to myself that I didn't need Bobby.

To be continued....