Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2020 01:20:52 +0200
From: Paris Sucker <paris.cocksucker@gmail.com>
Subject: a cumdumps journey part 8

The usual disclaimer applies, if you are too young to legally read this, or
you shouldn't be, don't continue.

As always in this series, these are inspired by true events, but obviously
modified for the purposes of brevity and creative license.

Happy reading!

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Chapter 8: The unexpected gangbang

If I had to guess, most likely I'd swallowed in excess of 200 loads of cum
since arriving in Paris. The weeks were flying by and the list of men on my
phone was growing longer. The tallies beside each description - keeping
track of how 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 I
had hit 150 in the list I then 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 getting cock - because I
would be more wary of going out and being seen to be a cumdump - or I
worried I'd be recognised offering to suck men on Grindr; which had become
my permanent online 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 douched my hole. 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
especially hung cocks. I saw it as my duty to serve these men with very
large endowments; they needed a source of relief - a hole they could
totally let loose in, one who 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 them 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. Hoping that when it
would be time to head home, I'd 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-up's address.

In the elevator on the way up to his apartment, I cleared my throat, took
off my outer top and put my poppers in my short pocket for easy
access. When I entered his apartment, I was to get to work right away. I
exited the elevator, I could already see a door ajar further down the
corridor.  I 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 desperately pulled himself out of my mouth and squeezed his cock in
his hand, obviously trying to avert the ejaculation about to happen. It was
too late; he shot a thick wad into his hand and moaned as the orgasm took
over his body. He looked down at me obviously a little embarrassed, but
truth be told I didn't care one bit. I reached out gently to his hand and
turned it to face up. There was a thick, sticky load of cum in the centre
of 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, I licked his
hand clean. Then I got up, he smiled, I grabbed my stuff 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 cuming 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 saved him to
my favourites.

I continued to walk down the bushy central walkway on Boulevard de la
Villette, half-engrossed in my phone, and half-looking-around in case there
was some cruising to be had on the street. I was disappointed to realise I
was in a well-known area for picking up hookers. Once I noticed this,
looking around, the whole place seemed to be teaming with hookers. In their
full-faces of make-up, they smiled as I walked past and called out; little
did they know 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 crotched and negotiating prices, I thought how hot it would be if I
could stand here and offer my services too. 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.

I sat on a bench contemplating this fantasy and checking out the guys on
the now-fresh grid of my Grindr home screen. Once advantage of Paris; you
can walk a few hundred yards and there is a whole new set of men to
cruise. One profile caught my eye, just a silhouette of a black man and it
said he was a Top. I immediately messaged. I was getting more daring myself
too:

> Like to be sucked? You can fuck me too..

No immediate reply. I decided that this was a good spot to grab a
drink. One of the small "superette" stores - a sort of bodega open late -
had its lights on close by. I went and picked up a large can of beer and
sat back down on the bench. After about half the beer was gone, when I
finally got a reply.

> BBK?

I stared at the screen, hesitating for a moment. I was getting more
fragrant in my desire to be a cumdump but there was still something in my
mind that made me reluctant at times. Was I willing to agree to let this
stranger seed my pussy before I had even seen him? I shook the hesitation
out of my mind.

> Yeah

After that we exchanged pictures, and he told me to come round. He was
slightly older than me but skinny and tall, with beautiful dark-chocolate
skin. His dick was short, cut but seemed excessively thick. Sharing his
location, I saw that he was less than a 2-minute walk from where I was
sitting. I finished my beer and headed towards his place. When I arrived, I
thought I must be mistaken; it looked like a shuttered shop front. I
messaged him:

> I'm here...

Immediately I heard a bolt, and the shutter lifted about half-way as a hand
beckoned me in. I ducked down under and entered. Inside it was a dimly lit
room. Perhaps a small food place that had been turned into a studio
apartment. There was a bed high up off the ground, but now he had put
mattresses under it on the ground, so you could almost use half the floor
space to lay down and sleep wherever you wanted. We chatted briefly and he
started to help me to undress. I was quite drunk and he offered me a spliff
which we smoked laying down on the ground surrounded by cushions. It was a
very relaxed atmosphere and something about him was very attractive, so I
was in no rush and decided to relax and take it slow. After a while he
reached over and started to finger my hole. I pulled out the lube and as I
lay there stoned I let him finger fuck me to loosen me up.

He was naked now too and his cock was exactly like the photos. It was only
6 inches at most but so extremely thick I could barely get a hand around
it. I couldn't wait for it to start stretching me out. Throughout the
night, he was constantly on his phone. His name was Adama. Adama from
Senegal. I wanted him to fuck me, but then he asked me if I minded that
some of his friends were on their way. I was a little nervous at that
thought but said I didn't mind and before long there was a knock on the
shutters. Adama got up to open it up and in came another Senegalese guy
about as tall, yet skinnier than Adama. He wasted no time stripping down so
he was walking around naked like he owned the place. My eyes followed his
smooth, hairless body and large, flaccid, black cock as it bounced around
as he and Adama caught up. Adama told me his friend's name was Boubacar,
but throughout the exchange and even later in the night, he didn't even
acknowledge that I was there. I could see they were taking some kind of
pills but I was content to just enjoy the weed and had my poppers ready to
go. Boubacar disappeared to take a shower and Adama came down to sit beside
me.

His erection was raging now, with whatever he had taken, and I couldn't
wait to get my mouth around it. He sat down in front of me cross-legged and
I leant forward and took his cock in my mouth - it barely fit, and only for
the fact that it was not a rock-hard boner, I was able to squeeze it into
my mouth. I tried to stretch my hand around it. It felt as thick as the
beer can I had been holding moments before. I sucked him for a moment and
loved the taste of his swollen, black gland on my tongue, but he seemed
keen to move right to the action. He stayed sitting and spread his legs out
in front of me, all the while fingering my hole and lubing me up.

I stared at his dick the whole time, fantasizing about how open my cunt
would soon be.

He motioned for me to come over to him and I did exactly as he
instructed. Putting my legs out behind him so I could lower myself down and
I would be sat in his lap, facing him. He kissed me and I felt the fat head
of his dick brushing against the opening to my now hungry cocktunnel. It
was up to me to lower myself onto him, but the sheer girth sent pain
shooting through me as I tried to ease onto it. Eventually, Adama grabbed
both my arms that I had down on the mattress for support and pulled them
away. My ass fell towards the matress, and several inches of his girth
pushed deep inside me. I groaned loudly. We began rocking rhythmically as
he slowly thrust deeper and deeper, and I felt the walls of my anus
expanding, but still gripping tightly around his thick cock. I reached for
the poppers and took my first hit.

My anus flowered around his dick and the last 2 inches of his excessively
girthy meat pushed inside me. I sat on his lap with his chode filling up my
colon for the next few minutes. I could tell he was experiencing an intense
high as well and just the feel of my walls surrounding his meat was enough
to make him moan.

"Fuck this hole feels good," Adama groaned, and I was turned on to hear him
say it. He was making love to me gently and I had never felt so comfortable
having such a wide girth inside me before. It wasn't deep, but nonetheless
it felt like I was sitting on a large egg-plant.

"When did you first get fucked?" he asked me, still enjoying his high.

"A long time ago now," I replied, thinking back to my first ever experience
with a man.

"How old were you? When did this hole become a pussy?" he asked. It turned
me on for him to be talking about my hole like that.

"Fifteen," I answered, without going into detail.

"Hmmm," he moaned again, "So you knew since you were fifteen that you had a
pussy. You were born with this hole that now spent most of your life as a
pussy," he continued, still stretching me out. "Not many pussies can take
me like this....you have a beautiful tight pussy, but open for cock. Who
gave you a pussy the first time?" he asked. Something about the way he was
talking turned me on so much. It was like he knew this dark secret about
me. I was a man, but he knew, as I knew, that I was born with a pussy to
please men. I carried on taking hits on the poppers, as he words took me
back to my first time.

I thought back to my adolescence, how I had trawled internet porn since a
young age and longed to lose my virginity to one of the amazing men I saw
online. It was an older neighbour - I told him - who lived in the same
flats as my family, who seduced me.

"Hmmmm...was he big?" Adama asked, I knew of course he meant his cock size.

"Yeah, he was...even too big for me then," I told him. "But I wanted to
take him all anyway. He was a man and I wanted to give him my hole"

"Because you had a pussy," Adama explained to me. "Your hole is a pussy;
that's what it's for. That is what I will use it for tonight. I will breed
your pussy."

In my poppers haze and feeling fuller and more stretched out than ever, the
words struck a chord deep in my mind. I had been born like this. Born to
give my asspussy up like this. My hole is there to please men, I told
myself, and it was true. Ever since my neighbour had turned my ass out, I
had spent over half my life giving it out to cock.

At no time had the pace quickened or the thrusts deepened, but with a
constant, deep, rocking rhythm I began to feel Adama's cock throb and swell
inside me as he shot his first load of the night. I opened my eyes and saw
that he was lost, deep in his own haze, and I concentrated on squeezing my
sphincter as tightly as I could around his dick and he bred and seeded my
pussy, although the girth had opened me up so much I felt that I had no
control over my sphincter muscle. In the meantime, Boubabcar was out of the
shower and had let a third man in the tiny apartment. Adama was out of it
now, relaxing on the corner of the mattress and so this time there were no
introductions. There was plenty of space on the makeshift bed though, and I
thought there must be at least three mattresses strewn around the floor.

Boubacar came up to me and unceremoniously pulled my legs towards him, so I
was forced on to my back. He lifted my legs back over my head so my ass was
in the air and began fingering my hole. He was skinny but strong. He was
not attractive and was treating me like he wouldn't even deign to spit on
me. I didn't care though. If Adama had invited me round to an orgy of three
guys, I probably would have been too anxious to come. As it was, the
spontaneous and gradual nature of it had been a slow initiation. Now I was
about to be taking my second breeding of the night and I loved that there
were men around me naked and watching. Boubacar's dick was big for a guy so
skinny, and he was cut too. He could tell from the look on his face, and
the way he moved that he was high on the same stuff as Adama and was now
only interested in one thing.

Without warning he rammed his cock deep into my ass in one fell swoop. It
hurt as I felt his long dick jab into my guts. I tried to pull back but he
just continued fucking me. I wanted to squeeze my hole closed to stop him
entering me, but my sphincter was so loose from Adama's beer-can cock and
the poppers that it just continued to gape open and offered no resistance
to his violent jabs. I looked at Adama who was watching us, offering no
support and then the thought came back into my mind. My pussy was here for
this. It was for him to use and so I took a hit on the poppers and let him
continue violently ploughing me. I looked over his shower and saw the third
Senegalese guy standing jerking his cock, waiting patiently for his
turn. Hit after hit of poppers, and I was flying high looking around at the
three beautiful, big, chocolate cocks around me and only one hole available
for them to use. I found myself fantasizing that there could be 10 men
instead of three and that I would give my hole up to them all.

My sphincter was now not only widely gaping, but I had been well-opened
deeply into my guts and I could feel pressure building, Suddenly, each new
thrust brought a sloppy, cummy pussy fart. I could see on Boubacar's face
that it was what he had wanted to achieve with his long, hard thrusts. He
didn't care about me, in fact if he could he wanted to completely ruin my
hole, and the sloppiness was proof he had done it. Finally he came deep
inside me, pulled out and turned away without any recognition.

The final guy came up now. I wasn't able to wipe my hole down or even take
a moment to let it close up and get back some of its former tightness. He
was built much more muscular than the other two, and I could tell his cock
was intermediate between the others'; a good thickness, but not as thick as
Adama, a good length but not as long as Boubacar.  He was more gentle, but
strong and I immediately knew who was in charge when he turned me over so
my face was down in the mattress. He grabbed some cushions and put them
underneath my waist so I was lying face down, ass up in the air. He mounted
me. After the two previous fucks, I had been open both wide and deep, so
this guy's beautiful, chocolate pipe slid inside me with little
resistance. It felt incredible.

I leaned over for the poppers, but he reached and pushed them away, as he
began long, deliberate thrusts fully into the hilt and then fully out of my
messy, lubed-up cunt. With each stroke out he withdrew and my hole felt the
air escape as my pussy began to queef again loudly. He held out for few
seconds until I begged him to push all the way back inside me. He did with
a long squishing sound, as his cock displaced the old lube and cum which
was inhabiting my fucktunnel. Over the next 20 minutes he pulled my body
into all kinds of positions all over the mattress, testing out strokes and
angles to allow his cock to penetrate me as deeply as possible. I was
helpless, just along for the ride; but totally in heaven. My hole had begun
to ache, and finally he allowed me to take some poppers, and I immediately
felt me hole gape open again.

"You'll know your hole was gangbanged tomorrow," he said, smiling
menacingly. He seemed to thrust endlessly until my hole was numb and the
thrusts meant nothing, since all I could feel was pressure on the in
thrusts and gape on the out thrusts.

After half an hour of pumping out my hole, he started moaning loudly, and
the thrusts began to really become fast and erratic. He was shouting at me
to squeeze his cock, but Adama's cock had left me so wide open, even when I
squeezed I felt like my hole was no longer able to offer any traction. Then
he came, ramming my head forward into the mattress and slumping down on top
of me as I felt my colon be inseminated by spurt after spurt of Senegalese
sperm to add to my already-full bowel of African cum. I was relieved to be
able to put some cooling lube on my raw ring after he eventually pulled
out. Over the next two to three hours I was fucked sporadically; feeling
more and more through the night like I was just the hole incidentally in
the corner for use when their cocks got hard again, but not worthy of
taking part in the main conversation. I didn't care though. I smoked some
weed and they gave me some beers. I lay in the corner comfortable against
the cushions, enjoying the mellow high and lost in my thoughts as their
conversations went on in the background. I didn't protest when one of them
came towards me and without asking began to finger my smashed out hole,
before turning me over or manipulating me into the position he wanted
before shoving his cock deep inside me.

I tensed up when it was Boubacar's turn knowing how vicious he was with his
long cock, but I reminded myself that I had no choice but to accept and
that I had to give up control of my hole to a man's need to breed. By dawn,
the third guy had left and Adama was too high to fuck. I guess he'd taken a
Viagra because through the whole night his fat, brown tree-stump remained
raging hard. He came over to me, lay me on my side and entered me again,
spooning against me and pushing the extreme girth into me as far as he
could go. I took a hit of poppers and allowed my fleshy sphincter to open
wide and welcome him in. We lay there for an hour, him buried in my guts
until my hole ached and the nerves around my anus were completely numb. For
me the fullness of such girthy meat was extremely intense and for him the
warmth and snugness fulfilled his desire to be inside a pussy. The hour
seemed so long, and I ached for the chance to let my hole relax and close
up, but I decided I would keep him inside me until he chose to withdraw,
even though it was leaving me so loosened up. When eventually he did pull
out, he told me swiftly I would have to leave sharpish. I got up and got
dressed feeling around with my hand; my hole gaped open like never before.
I had lost feeling in the muscles around it, and it didn't even attempt to
close up again. Without showering I headed out into the daylight. It hurt
my eyes, but I felt some kind of self-realisation emanating from the sloppy
gape between my legs, as I thought about how well it had served its purpose
of taking the seed of these men. A big grin spread across my face as I
walked down the boulevard again.

The whole following week my hole ached. I noticed that the pressure would
build up quickly when I needed to go to the toilet and I struggled to
squeeze sphincter tightly closed. I couldn't get Adama's thick cock out of
my mind, and wanted to meet up with him again, but decided it was better
kept to the weekend, since it would probably be an all-nighter.

That week, I found myself searching fisting, dildo and buttplug porn
focused on anal stretching. I pictured how amazing it would be if Adama
could slide right into me; my pussy like a glove for his enormous meat.
Porn videos that I turned me off before, I now needed to be even able to
contemplate cuming. My journey was taking me down an ever more extreme
path.