Cumdump's Journey

Finally, I lay down on my bed and surveyed my new surroundings. The room was spacious and bright, and cheap to boot. It was the end of my first week in Paris and I had been lucky to find a place not too expensive but still within the city boundaries. I had wanted to be in the centre where the action was, but realised quickly I couldn't afford it so, when I found this place I jumped at the chance. Sure, it was a bit quieter but it was near a large green area and well-connected for my new job.

I had spent my teens and twenties living in London, commuting to work and had been longing to get away as my friendship group slowly dwindled when my friends settled down and I knew that I wanted new experiences. Breaking up with my boyfriend was the catalyst I needed. I was proud of myself to have found a job in Paris and moved away in what felt like a whirlwind of only a few weeks. I had worked a summer in the south of France years earlier, and studied French at school, but I didn't know anyone here, I had a flatmate though and felt like that was a good start. I was a handsome, dark-featured white, 28 year old guy who took care of himself. I was quite tall and had a swimmers build and could usually turn a few heads. Now I had an amazing new adventure ahead of me; little did I know the dark form that adventure would begin to take.

I lay back, stretched and reached my hand down to feel my dick -- rubbing myself slowly; it felt good.

"Want to come for a beer?" I heard a voice shout and a head popped around the door frame, I jolted up, forgetting that the door was still ajar.

"Umm...no thank you, I'm just going to chill here I think." It was already getting dark and I was super tired.

"Suit yourself, I'll see you tomorrow then I guess", my new flatmate shouted as he slammed the door behind him.

"Perfect", I thought to myself: "I have the place finally to myself", as I reached into my shorts and started jerking myself off. I thought about all the hot guys I had passed coming down the road; there was a shisha lounge right outside the apartment building and plenty of African and Arabic guys hanging about. It was still early spring though and a cold snap meant that I had hurried past them into the apartment when I brought in the last of my stuff.

"HMMMMMM" I shot my load over my chest. It was thick and juicy; I realised I hadn't jerked off for a few days -- too busy apartment hunting. I brought my fingers down and scooped it up, licking it off my fingers; yum it tasted sweet, like warm milk -- and with that I dozed off totally exhausted from the long day of moving.

A clang awakened me, and it took me a moment to realise that my flatmate was slamming his bedroom door after coming home from his night out. I picked up my phone, it was 2am. I knew I shouldn't have slept so early, now I was wide awake and wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. I rolled over and opened Grindr on my phone. I had opened it earlier in the afternoon but didn't have any messages. A hangover from living in a small town; I never used a face pic on my profile -- I was shy about dating and didn't want to be recognised.

A profile caught my eye: "XL thick now" -- he wasn't online and his picture was of a plant. I clicked on it anyway. The only information was that he was black and top. I could feel my dick stirring right away. I sent him a message and then got up to piss and clean up quickly under the shower. I was 10 minutes max before I checked my phone again.

I heard the familiar Grindr notification sound when I opened the app; I had made sure to turn off notifications, always mortified if anyone I knew found out I was using it for hook-ups -- I guess here in Paris it didn't matter too much. There was a stream of messages from XL thick now. He hadn't even said hello, he got right down to business. "You sucking cock now?", "Send me your address, I'll come now", "thirsty?", "You want it?".

I rolled my eyes, I knew how direct guys on Grindr were. I replied asking for a picture and a cock pic, but he just said "You host?". I thought about it. Bringing a guy to an apartment I just moved into and with my flatmate just across the hall; it didn't seem right. "Can't accom, but travel" I wrote and asked again for his pic. "You suck outdoors?" came the reply.

I looked at the phone, I was a little shocked. I guess you could say I had had a fairly closed sex life up to that point. I'd had plenty of sex, but I'd been in a relationship for a long time. I thought back to when I was 15 and would go to cruise men in the cottages in my town -- it was before Grindr and before I even admitted to myself I was gay. At those times, I had been so nervous and scared of the older men who seemed so sleazy and dangerous, I had rarely got any action even when I really wanted it. I had however indulged a few times when I was presented with a really big dick which was my weakness, but that's a story for another time.

"Yeah, love to suck outdoors", I replied and instantly felt my hand begin to shake as I threw the phone down. The nerves I felt of those dangerous encounters came rushing back.

After calming myself, the thought of an XL thick black cock got the better of me. I picked up the phone and checked Grindr. "Meet me at the gates to the wood in 5 mins -- I'll be in a red jacket". "OK" I replied and held my hand to stop it shaking. I frantically got dressed, knowing it was cold out and threw on some gloves and a scarf to cover my face, and slipped out the building into the frigid and frosty air.

One of the things I loved about this neighbourhood, was that it was right beside a big forest, less than a 5 minute walk away. Great considering I had always had a garden at home. I checked the time and tried to pick up the pace to the place where he'd asked me to meet. When I arrived, there was nobody around and I started to get nervous again. It was dark, but fortunately lit by the street lamps, and I could feel that I was getting cold despite being wrapped up. I opened my phone and messaged "I'm here". I realised I had no idea of his name, age or any other information -- but it was too late now.

When I looked up, I saw him in red. He was around six foot two, a few inches taller than me and looked strong. He must have been in his late forties. I was a little shocked and hadn't expected him to be quite so much older than me. He had a huge grin on his face as he asked "Ready to go?". "Hmm" I nodded hesitantly, and he walked right by me obviously expecting me to follow him into the wood. I turned and slowly started following, unsure if I was making a mistake. Something pushed me on though. He reminded me a lot of Bobby Blake, the black porn star I had spent many a jerk off session fantasizing about in my adolescence, and so I christened him "Bobby" in my mind.

The path was well lit at the entrance to the wood, but as we walked the bushes surrounding the path seemed to get denser on one side, and there was a forested area that seemed endless on the other. Further along the lane, it began to get darker and darker as the street lamps got sparser and we got further away from the road, until only the moonlight lit the path. "Hey, how far you going there?" I tried to ask as light-heartedly as I could. "I know a spot up here that's well hidden" Bobby replied, grinning again.

I could feel my heart palpitating and I wanted to make up an excuse and turn around but some desire in my head pushed me on. I kept up with him until finally he disappeared into the bushes, I followed and we came out in a small clearing with a tree in the centre. I noticed used condoms littering the ground. It triggered something inside me and I suddenly felt hornier than ever.

He stood facing the tree and waited for me to come up to him. He looked at me expectedly as I hesitated, then he gestured to his crotch. I slowly knelt down in front of him, with the tree to my back -- little did I realise that this position would become a habit for me. It was dark but I could see enough to make out the bulge of his crotch. I licked my lips in anticipation as he opened his belt buckle and began to unbutton his jeans. I felt a wave of warmth radiate to my face which was only two inches away, as well as the familiar smell of cock that I breathed in and savoured willingly. I sensed him smirking above me.

I reached up and pulled at his tight boxers to release a mammoth, black cock dangling totally flaccid in front of my face. Though still soft, it must have been at least 7 inches in length; I guessed based on my own cock which was about 6 and a half hard. But what shocked me most was the girth. I put my thumb and fingers around the shaft and couldn't touch them together. I was mesmerized.

His cock sat perfectly between two smooth, heavy balls that hung perfectly at mid length. I pushed my nose into his crotch and breathed in the aroma. I wanted to feel the smooth skin on my face. Any hesitation I'd had totally melted away as I sniffed and began licking this beautiful, black cock that was rubbing against my face.

I held his cock and balls in my hand to appreciate the heaviness of their sheer size. I wanted to make the most of this experience, which was fast becoming one of the horniest of my life. Until finally he grabbed his cock and used it to slap me across the face a few times. I felt the slime from his uncut sheath dribble out on my check "Get me hard boy!" he growled.

I instantly shot into action and began taking his cock into my mouth as far as I could. In its soft state I could take nearly all of it in my mouth, but I felt my jaw stretched as I began to suckle. It felt incredible to have this appendage, which was almost like putty filling up my whole mouth and tickling the entrance to my throat. I nearly retched as it suddenly triggered my gag reflex and I tried to jolt back. Bobby anticipated what would happen and his hands were ready to grab the back of my head and hold me firmly in place with his cock filling my mouth.

"Ssssshhhh", his whispered "just let it sit and get used to it". I slowly began breathing through my nose as the retching subsided and the cock head pushed on the back of my mouth. I noticed a gradual change in texture of his cock as the size swelled and the soft limpness slowly hardened. His balls pushed against my chin, I inhaled and filled my nostrils with the masculine aroma of his crotch. He didn't seem to be in a rush -- as his hands held me in place while his cock continued to swell and overflow my relatively small mouth.

I couldn't move my head but I opened my eyes, and looked around realising that I had almost lost touch with what was happening around us. I worried that anyone could discover us at any moment, but I reassured myself, that no one in their right mind would be out at this time in the cold. I was brutally brought back to the matter at hand though, as Bobby -- whose cock was now raging almost totally erect -- pushed his big, black, mushroom bell-end without any warning past the back of my mouth and into my throat. I instantly began heaving again and this time I pulled back hard enough to release my head from his grip and free my mouth from his cock. I was coughing and gasping for air, still down on my knees as I leaned back against the tree.

"Oops, I thought you were ready for me", Bobby smirked rubbing my cheek with his rough hand. I looked up at him and saw a lust and yet indifference in his eyes. Then I gasped as I took in the full splendour of his "XL thick" cock. It was swinging freely between his legs now, totally erect but too heavy to do anything other than hang down. Its girth extended right from the base almost totally to the tip, except for the bell-end, which had the perfect discreet mushroom shape. It hung curving to my right and twisted slightly through the shaft so the gland was pointing to the side. It was glistening with throat slime in the moonlight. Suddenly I felt my own penis was raging hard. I reached down and touched myself, but Bobby pushed my arm away.

"Focus on me" he said gruffly again as I leaned forward again to try to tackle this nine-inch anaconda hanging in front of my face.

I took the head in my mouth and slowly slid down the shaft feeling the thickness stretch out my mouth to its very limits. I was doing all I could to not let my teeth touch his meat, which made my jaw ache, but I soon got used to the feeling -- if anything it turned me on as a reminder of the sheer girth I currently had invading my mouth. Before I could prepare my mind, he was back pushing at the opening to my throat and I was consciously trying to close it to slow his progress. I could see looking down that there was at least a further three inches of cock to take inside me. Bobby grabbed me by the head with his hands like before but this time I felt him shifting around as if to make sure I wouldn't be able to pull off again. I was anxious about what was coming and I could feel the muscles in my throat tense up.

"Open up for me, baby" Bobby said as he began to apply pressure with his cock to my throat. The pain pushed right to the back of my neck and I realised I was struggling to breathe. "Almost..." I heard him say as the pressure became almost like agony in the back of my throat. I suddenly thought back to my adolescent self and how often I had fantasized about a scene like this and I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of my painful hard-on.

"AHHHHH yeah", I heard Bobby cry as he jolted forward towards me. I felt a pop as the thick head of his black anaconda finally forced entry to my throat and a bright stabbing pain shot through my throat as it was stretched open in a totally foreign way. It felt like my throat was on fire. I released that my windpipe was now totally blocked by his cock and I could no longer breathe.

It was a totally new sensation for me. To feel my throat filled up totally and yet as long as he didn't move I didn't gag and so he held his cock inside my throat for a minute as the burning feeling slowly eased away and was able to comfortably begin to caress the underside of his cock with my tongue. My hands were clawing at his body trying to push him away but he just ignored me. "Ohhhh I could stay inside this throatpussy all night" he groaned as I felt his cock gradually and gently start to fuck my face. Finally, I managed to snatch a breath.

The combination of him calling me a throatpussy and the slow caressing of the inside of my throat and I could feel my own cock was on the verge of orgasm. It was painful but I didn't want this to end. I opened my eyes to try to focus and was half-elated, half-terrified to see that his cock wasn't even fully in my throat; there was still an inch to go. With that, Bobby started rocking forward and with every inward thrust he crept further and further into my aching esophagus -- a place no man had ever been before. I couldn't believe what was happening -- I loved it and was in agony all at the same time.

Then he began to fuck relentlessly.

His moaning was intensifying as the fucking became more violent and painful. I was sure he couldn't last much longer and I was sure I couldn't go on a minute more. But swiftly he pulled out, "Whoa, that was close...I don't wanna come too soon" he sniggered out of breath himself. I glared up in amazement, how could he expect me to go on. I suddenly felt self-aware; I had tears running down my face from the retching I had been doing and my face and clothes were covered in snot and slime. I was gasping for breath.

"Open up!" he roared as he lined his cock up to my mouth again. I retreated, totally terrified for another round of what I had just endured, "I can't, I'm sorry but I can't anymore -- it's too much for me." Bobby's face softened: "You want me to cum don't you baby?" he asked while gently rubbing his hand across my face. "Yeah but I can't anymore" I sighed feeling the pain in my throat as I swallowed.

"I promise I'll go gentle, but I really want to finish this with you baby", Bobby reassured me with a gentle smile. "I can't..." I tried to say more forcefully but feeling ashamed I couldn't make him cum. He was rustling his hand around in his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of Jungle Juice poppers. "Here!" he said thrusting the bottle into my hand, "You're so hot I just want to cum quickly". He knew how to sweeten up a boy.

I was a bit resistant; I had taken poppers a few times while out dancing during university but never got into them for sex. I looked at the bottle and thought about the idea of getting him off -- it make my cock hard again. I opened the bottle and took two long sniffs. I looked back at the huge black cock before me and took it into my mouth. As his meat cleaver, glided quite effortlessly now back into my throat, I felt a feeling of fulfilling that I had never experienced before. My mind floated away out of my body and I completely forgot all about where I was -- the fog of my mind lifted and I was able to focus clearly on the feeling of the cock filling my throat and thrusting in and out. I was in heaven and it seemed to last forever. Suddenly he pulled out again.

"I wanna cum!" He growled matter-of-factly, "give me those up". I handed him the bottle of poppers and he inhaled deeply then handed them back to me. I was relieved to have a moment to catch my breath. "Take some!", he ordered, so I took as many large hits in both nostrils as I could before he, he started lining his cock up to my mouth. I could feel myself losing my mind again as colours started to swirl in my brain and my need to have the cock inside my throat as deeply as possible took over. I took the deepest breath I could as this giant black, wrist-thick monster cock began sliding in and went straight down my throat.

He'd promised to be gentle, but his thrusts had become more violent than before. He was pulling out the whole way and pushing in to the base. He pubes rammed in to my nose with every thrust and I felt winded every time. I couldn't believe it, but it was ecstasy. He pulled me closer, so I was leaning further forward and my head was bent back. The pain in my neck growing; but he didn't care -- he just wanted unrestricted access to my throat.

"Oh fuuuuckk! That throat's a real pussy now!" he howled as his cock was buried time after time to the base. I didn't know how much longer I could keep taking it. Then unbelievably, his cock began to swell even more. It became totally rigid and the cock-head expanded blocking my throat and even stopping him from pulling his cock out from my throat. My throat was knotted to his cock, like a dog knots to its bitch, until the face-fuck was over. He began to moan uncontrolledly as he ploughed one last time into my throat.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!", I started to panic in my head. I had slowly come out of my poppers haze and realised for the first time that he was going to cum down my throat. This man that I had just met 30 minutes before and whose name I didn't even know was going to cum inside my body. I tried to pull back; at least if he came in my mouth I could spit it out afterwards. But he had other ideas.

As I pulled back, he pushed towards me so that my head was trapped between him and the tree behind me. With his cock impaling me nine inches into my throat, there was nowhere for me to go. He held his engorged man-meat balls deep inside me and with a violent shout, his cock began pulsing. I could feel the jets coming out of his cock's head but I couldn't stop it. They were shot well past my mouth and straight into my gullet -- I couldn't have stopped them if I'd wanted to.

It went on for a minute and I resigned myself to this **** of my throat. Bobby stayed inside waiting for his cock head to shrink enough so that he could slowly pull the length of his shaft from my now totally wrecked mouth pussy. When he finally withdrew it dropped out with a plop and coated my chin with his cock slime, I collapsed forward, exhausted from the ordeal.

"Did you nut inside me?!" I asked in disbelief, as the realisation suddenly came to me and I could taste the sweet nectar at the back of my mouth.

"Yeah and what do you say?" He asked and looked down at my shocked face.

I hesitated, then it come out naturally almost without thinking: "Thank you, Sir"

With that he leant down and whispered in my ear, "That's what you're here for" and he smirked. I could feel myself getting hard. I was still dazed and a little high from the poppers, but I realised in that moment that I had been longing for a meeting like this since I was 14 and finally I had experienced it. I touched myself and let out a moan as my cock spurted a load into my pants. Bobby sniggered a knowing smile.

"Come on man, let's get out of here" he said soothingly, as he helped me up. As we walked towards the road, I was already hard again and felt a new urgency inside me for cock -- something I had never let come out in my previous life. I knew it was a new me.

"Can I get your number, man?" I asked in a hoarse voice, almost shocking myself. He smirked again: "Yeah, sure!" as I handed him my phone and he typed in his number -- I saved him as BOBBY XL and we continued walking. Suddenly, I leapt forward as I heard a rustling in the bush beside us and a man in his forties came walking out. His flaccid cock was hanging out. I stopped starring at him and was shocked at what I was seeing in the street. It was dark now with only the moonlight, but he looked older than Bobby. He was black too and had definitely been drinking. I was frozen to the spot, as the man started to touch his cock in front of me and leered at me.

"You going service him too, buddy?" Bobby asked me. "No...what? No way. I never do this. I just did it with you this one-time!" I said nervously insisting. "OK sure thing, but you sure did seem hungry to me", he laughed as we walked on. When we got to the road he got into his car and wished me good night. "Give me a call sometime" he said as his car pulled away.

I was exhausted when I looked at my phone. I couldn't believe the time. It was late, 3am, I had been out almost an hour and I felt dirty and cold. I put my phone in my pocket and pulled my scarf up over my face. I looked in the direction of my apartment building, which I could see from the entrance of the woods. But something was stopping me from leaving.

I could taste cum in the back of my throat and it made me hungry. I hesitated and turned around. I couldn't get the sight of the drunk, black man's cock out of my mind. Even though I had just endured the most intense face-fuck of my life, I wanted more. I squeezed the bottle of poppers that was still in hand for reassurance, turned and instead of going home, I walked back into the woods.

Chapter 2: My calling

My legs were trembling and I could feel the cold air all over my body, despite being well wrapped up. There was a light mist surrounding the woods and it had an eerie air. It was certainly not a time to be out in an unfamiliar place. I walked slowly but purposefully back towards the opening I had left only a few minutes before. I hadn't been frightened when I was with Bobby, but now being all alone, the scariness of the night was suffocating. The idea that a stranger would brazenly wave his semi-hard cock in my face turned me on though, and drove me forward. I ducked back into the dense bush towards the clearing, nervous about what I would see there. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could slowly make out the silhouette of the stranger who had leered at me on the path.

"LEAVE! WALK AWAY!" I could hear the voice in my head screaming; alarms ringing like sirens in my mind. I was frozen to the spot and didn't dare move a muscle. The stranger wasn't moving either, he was standing silently beside the tree with a large jacket on and a hood covering his features. I was petrified that he would lurch forward at any moment with a knife, or his fists and hurt me, demand money or steal my phone. I pushed my phone closer to my body in my pocket for reassurance.

Slowly, his hand came round in front of him and I realised in the dark that the crotch on his trousers was wide open. He was jerking his dick slowly with anticipation. I inched forward trying to be as calm as possible until I was standing right beside him. A few inches separated us, yet neither of us said a word. We were both frozen for over a minute like this, except for his hand moving back and forth jerking off his meat. I still couldn't make out his face at all. Although with a brief glance on the path, I knew he was an older black guy. I hadn't time to gauge any more information than that.

I looked down towards his ample boner. It filled his hand easily and then some. Without a word, I knelt down in the same position I'd been in leaning against the tree less than 10 minutes before. We both knew why I was there. He allowed me to get comfortable and then he stepped forward guiding his fat bell-end into my mouth. He was already fully erect from jerking his cock while obviously waiting for me to come back. I guess he had seen the desire in my shocked face when he jumped out at me on the path. He got right into a rhythm with his cock going the full length of my mouth straight away.

He didn't push past my mouth just yet, and I had a moment to smell and to taste the very faint aroma of hand soap on his cock, balls and crotch. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind as his rhythmic mouth fuck allowed my mind to drift away and left the feeling of cock send pleasure through my body. In that moment, I realised that he had prepared to come here specifically with the aim of getting his big balls drained by a cocksucker like me. He can't have cared who I was; he just needed a release and my mouth was the one that happened to be walking in the woods at the same time.

His cock was not like Bobby's, this guy had an oversized mushroom head that seemed to swell every time he thrust forward, then the shaft was thinner, but grew thick towards the base. Although it was easier on my jaw, it still gave my mouth the feeling of fullness I longed for. When, finally, it slipped into my throat, I felt the urge to gag. I could feel pressure building in my head as I suppressed the need to cough and retch. My head felt like it would explode. The tensing of my throat muscles around his swollen cockhead clearly had an impact, as the stranger started to groan.

"Mmmhmmm,...yeah that's it girl...squeeze that meatpole," he moaned. I was taken aback. It startled me to be called a girl, as I had always done my best to present as quite masculine. I was handsome with soft features, but I had an athletic body and wore a light stubble on my face. "Daddy's gonna fuck that pussy tonight baby," he groaned in a low baritone voice. I felt a little degraded, but could feel my cock perking up in my pants which had been flaccid since I'd blown my load prematurely after sucking off Bobby.

His fat cockhead kept a steady rhythm for what felt like an eternity, and he didn't seem to be changing pace. I got used to exhaling as he withdrew from my stretched-out throat and was relieved at the opportunity to swallow the saliva that was building up in my mouth. I then quickly inhaled as big a breath as I could before he slipped back into my throat for another round of 10 or so pumps. My throat seemed to be used to the stretching of these prolonged strokes and it no longer burned red hot; just a dull ache as the pressure made my throat feel like it would tear open.

"Ah SHIT!" I yelled and jerked off to the side, "ouuch, shit...sorry....cramp in my leg." I stood up to massage my calf after the pain that shot through it became too much, and looked towards the stranger. His hood was down around his neck and I gasped seeing his face for the first time. I would never have guessed by his muscular thighs, but he was easily in his fifties, had a large belly and was not at all handsome. I continued rubbing my leg as he waited for me to kneel again. I felt embarrassed and just wanted to disappear, I couldn't accept in my head that this is the man whose cock I'd been letting throatfuck me.

"It's late," I muttered, slowly shifting backwards. "You're not leaving are you?" He asked softly. I wanted to be gone anywhere else, I felt dirty with myself. "I just want to cum," he sighed. "I know that's what you're here for..." he unknowingly repeated the word that Bobby had whispered in my ears when he too had used me as he cumdump without question or consent. My cock sprang up in my pants. I couldn't know for sure, but a thought flashed through my mind when I thought of him calling me a girl. He was just here to unload his balls because he couldn't get a girl - it was like an epiphany - I was here in this moment, and my duty was to be the receptacle for this man's cumload.

I handed him the poppers and he took a hit, I knelt down before him with new purpose as I took the bottle up to my nose and inhaled heavily. He pushed in without hesitation. My mind swirled as his manbeef overflowed my mouth and filled me to the brim; I was high and in my mind, my teeth melted away; I could feel my mouth and throat transform into a pussy for this ugly man's large cock. He held my head close to his body as his meat dove ever deeper with every rhythmic thrust. The voice in my head was chanting, "this is why you're here" over and over, until eventually I felt his penis melt in my mouth and I tasted a sweet goopiness at the back of my mouth. I swallowed hard and squeezed my lips around his raw meat in order to get every drop as he pulled out for the last time. I knelt there silently - waiting for my mind to float back down to earth.

After a moment or two, I stumbled to my feet and felt dazed. He was busy putting his deflated dick back into his pants. As I wiped the slime away my sloppy face and chin.

"Thank you, babygirl," he said and we started walking back to the path. I was speechless with myself and still a little hazed out. "Give me your number, baby," he said and threw me a smile, "What's your name?" - "Joe," I replied by reflex, immediately wishing I hadn't given my real name, "Mhhhhmmm my Joey," he replied, feminizing my name ever so slightly. "Give me your number, Joey" he repeated again as we reached the entrance to the wood. I had to think quickly: "Errmmm, why don't you give me yours, I just got my phone and I don't know the number," I said - knowing that in my sober state I had no intention of ever seeing this old man again. I typed out his number as he listed it to me and went to put the phone in my pocket, but then with a tug he grabbed it out of my hand and hit call. His phone rang immediately.

"So now I got your number too, baby!" he said smiling. "You can call me Charlie or Daddy - whatever you like."

"Shit," I thought to myself as he walked away, not saying another word or looking back. I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. I couldn't believe what I had just done in the space of two hours. I had willingly swallowed two anonymous cumloads...well almost willingly.

Right then, as I turned I caught the eye of a man sitting in the car at the curb; it was BOBBY XL.

I was mortified. He was grinning at me and laughing to himself. He started the car and drove away. I couldn't believe that he had seen me with Charles - I felt sick to the pit of my stomach. He knew that I had gone back into the woods to suck off the stranger. I turned and scurried home to my apartment, lying awake with worry until I woke up the following morning with an ache in my throat.

I was groggy and I didn't immediately remember what I had done the night before. I stumbled to the kitchen to get a painkiller and some water. "Hey buddy! How's it going? Late night? I heard you come in around 4! Didn't think you were going out?" my flatmate threw a volley of questions at me. The whole scene from the previous night flooded back to me. I felt my stomach knot up. "Err...uhhum....yeah...I just grabbed a drink..." I said hoarsely while coughing through a sharp pain in my throat. "More than one!" he laughed, wandering into the other room.

I closed my eyes to try to shut out the image from the previous night, I felt awful and wanted to forget what I'd done. It felt so dangerous, how could I put myself at risk like that, I was so stupid. I leapt into my room and picked up my phone. I deleted both Charles' and BOBBY XL's numbers from my phone. I swore to myself that I wouldn't do anything like that again. I grabbed my sports bag and ran out of the apartment towards the gym. When I got there -- I could only manage a short workout, feeling too distracted to focus properly. I decided I would jog home to make up for it.

I ran and ran to clear my head, until without thinking I found myself on the path leading up to the entrance to the woods close to the apartment. I went in and couldn't believe how beautiful it was. The sun was finally out, and it was a Saturday with families walking and riding bikes. I ran past the clearing and further into the wood, feeling relieved that it looked safe and not at all sleazy. A weight lifted off my mind and I felt the tension in my body lift. I decided to jog here for a while and ran circuits round and round, close to the entrance I had come in.

Later, I spent the day in the apartment, setting up my room with a few things I had bought to make it homely, and in the evening I went for dinner with my roommate - he casually informed me that he was going to visit his mother in Bordeaux for two weeks the following morning. "I'm all alone," I thought to myself, a little depressed at the idea that I wouldn't have anyone to spend time with over the next few weeks. When he got back home, he excused himself to get an early night, as he was travelling first thing in the morning.

I was bored, I didn't want to put on the TV; it hung on the wall against my flatmate's bedroom. So I lay down on my bed and listened to some music. After an hour I was getting agitated. If I was in London, I would be out with friends having fun on a Saturday night. I was feeling low, as I reached over and clicked on Grindr on my phone. The trill notification of a message rang out a few times, and I hid the phone under the pillow to try to muffle the sound. My heart skipped a beat, as I looked through the messages. Only a handful, and none from anyone I knew. As I scrolled, I glimpsed the familiar photo of BOBBY XL's profile and saw that he was online. I threw the phone down on the bed and looked out the window.

It was dark, but a nice mild evening. I was lost in a daydream until the shrill Grindr notification shook me to my senses. I mustn't have closed the app. I picked up the phone and turned it over. "Outside 10 mins - I need draining now", the message said. My hand shook as I dropped the phone again. I felt sick.

For years, I had jerked off to fantasies of exactly this - but I had never acted on any of them, and had kind of looked down on anybody I thought to be slutty out on the scene. I took a moment to compose myself and checked the phone again. He was offline and it said he was 2 miles away. I felt nervous. I knew he must be driving on his way to the woods. I looked at myself in the mirror, breathed deeply and out of nowhere whispered quietly to myself, "This is what you're here for." I grabbed a sweater and took the poppers from the table, pulling the apartment door closed behind me.

Bobby was waiting for me when I got to the entrance to the woods. The previous night he had a friendly air about him; tonight he didn't even wait for me to come up to him, he turned and started walking into the woods as soon as he saw me coming towards him. I skipped a little to pick up the pace and try to catch up with him. "Hey, it's nice to see you," I ventured. Silence. We were walking towards the same spot, but when we got close he continued on. "Hey, where you going?" I called, "It's better further on," he said without slowing the pace.

We arrived after a few minutes' walk in a darkened area with several trees and lots of mid-height bushes. He stopped beside a tree, which felt exposed to the nothingness. "It's a bit open here." I reasoned, looking around. "It's dark," he said as a way of justification and to firmly shut down negotiation. We both stood still until he shrugged at me; "What are you waiting for?". "This isn't really me, I'm nervous...can't we go to your place?" I stuttered. He sniggered, and looked me up and down, "This isn't you?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "I SAW you" he hissed forcefully. I shone bright red, I was so embarrassed and felt so ashamed.

I felt resigned to it. Without another word, I walked towards him and knelt down lifting my hands to open his jeans and release his heaving manhood. I pulled on his boxers and it all tumbled out like a large slab of meat slapping me on the face. It was as big, if not bigger, than I recalled and the smell was overpowering. I inhaled, and was brought right back to the night before. He rubbed his whole crotch all over my face.

"Suck my balls, I want you to make me hard slowly, you know how I like it baby," he said as he closed his eyes and let me pleasure him with my mouth and tongue. I took one of his balls into my mouth, and sucked a little "Ahh, gently baby, gently," he groaned, rubbing my face with his rough hands. I sucked on his right ball gently as I could, then moved on to the left one. I could feel his fat meat-rod resting on my face. The heat and smoothness felt heavy right from my chin to the top of my forehead. I sensed he had a semi.

Finally, he pulled back and leant down to me, "I want you to take me all, and then use your tongue to lick my balls," he whispered in my ear without giving me a chance to respond. His cock forced itself into my mouth and filled me up. My mouth was open as wide as it could go. When he hit the back I heard him moan, "lick my balls, baby!". I extended my tongue as far as I could, realising that it left the opening to my throat totally exposed. His cock was fully erect and without warning he grabbed the back of my head and forced himself balls deep. His abs smashed against my nose and I felt the pain across the whole front of my face. I was winded and needed to gag. He held me firm, deeper than he had even been the night before.

"OH FUCK! That cunt is TIGHT!" He yelled and held me tight. "Mhhhhmmm yeah, squeeze me tightly baby, you want that batter!". He didn't thrust or move, he just held himself inside my oesophagus as my throat muscles spasmed out of control around his meat. I hit him as hard as I could on the legs and stomach until finally he pulled out. I collapsed forward. The blood vessels around my eyes felt like they had all exploded, my eyes bulged and my face was glowing red. I gasped for oxygen.

"OOOHHH fuck" he groaned again, "That's a good pussy!".

Suddenly I was aware that the noise around us had attracted some attention. There was a slim, middle-aged, white guy standing close by watching us sheepishly as he touched himself. Bobby grinned wide. "Hey man", and gestured to him to come forward. Without any words, the man stopped forward, undoing his pants, and pulling out his hard dick. His pubes were trimmed and his cock was short, but stubby. Bobby grabbed him by the shoulder and led him towards me until his cock was directly in front of my face. I didn't want to look at the white guy, after what he had seen me do. I keep my eyes locked on Bobby who glared at me and made me understand that I should suck this man's cock now too.

I sat up and took it into my mouth. It had a sweet fragrance and felt soft in my mouth; the ideal size to suckle and so I started suckling with my tongue as I massaged his balls. The warmth and gentleness felt nice in my mouth and I appreciated the chance to catch my breath. We started to pick up the pace in unison, and after no time at all I felt his balls tense up in my hand as his dick spurted 3-4 generous spurts right onto my tongue. The taste was acrid and powerful and I was tempted to spit it out, but I caught the glare of Bobby's face in the corner of my eye. I swallowed it down; it coated the back of my throat and every time I breathed in I got a hit of its overpowering taste. Bobby smiled and rubbed my face gently. It felt good to have him appreciate me and show tenderness for a job well done. The guy walked away without so much as a second glance.

"You got those poppers, boy?" Bobby asked without missing a beat. "Mhmm hmm," I nodded and pulled them out of my pocket. "Take a hit," he demanded. I slowly lifted them up to my nostril. I knew what this signified and I wasn't ready. I still hadn't really caught my breath from when his cock had choked me moments before. I took a large sniff and felt the cock head part my lips before I had even lowered the bottle. Just as the poppers' haze took hold, Bobby's thick salami rammed inside.

"That throat-cunt is slimy now!" he groaned and began to pump faster and more aggressively than I could handle. I pushed him back with my hands, but he grabbed onto my hair as tightly as he could. He ploughed and shouted at me with the rhythm. "DON"T..." thrust "FUCKING..." thrust "DARE..." thrust "GO..." thrust "ANYWHERE..." as he thrust I felt an uncontrollable gag take over my whole body. My mouth filled with warm slime and it began spraying out of the corners of my mouth. Bobby pulled out. I spat out the contents of my mouth that I had heaved up on to the ground.

Bobby laughed and lifted my chin with his hand. He slapped his slippery cock around my face and rubbed it intentionally all over my eyes and forehead. My whole face was dripping with his cock slime. "Take another hit!" He ordered. My hand was trembling. He didn't care that I was in pieces on the ground before him. "Come on, I'm close!" He yelled as he grabbed the poppers and took a hit. " He held them against my nostril and told me to inhale, "Go on a big one!" then on to the other nostril. He threw the bottle down.

He picked me up and with my mouth a sloppy mess, he slid right inside my throat without any resistance from my gag reflex muscles. I couldn't even swallow. He began pumping. "Fuck boy, this throat pussy used to my cock now." he pumped harder and deeper. "This pussy was made for my cock." I couldn't breathe anymore but was lost in a haze of poppers as I felt the beautiful slipping and sliding of his smooth slippery black cock 3 inches into my throat. It was heavenly.

I moaned loudly as my cock was spewing pre-cum. "You're ready for that black baby batter...YEAH!" He jerked and I could feel his pulses shooting into my throat. My body went limp as I leant against him and he pushed inside of me, until the last drops entered my throat. I was spent.

This time though, I didn't want his cock to leave my mouth. I loved the feeling of fullness it gave me. I sucked like a baby sucking for milk, until it grew soft and eventually dropped out dragging more slime across my chin. I didn't even bother to wipe it away.

We didn't speak as we walked back toward the road. I had no words. I had been fucked and I felt like my throat would never be the same again. When we got to the car Bobby just nodded, got in and drove away. I felt dirty and thought he was disgusted with me that I had swallowed the white guy's sperm without even protesting. I had tears in my eyes, and started walking home. I needed to wash myself off and get home.

As I walked my phone vibrated, I looked at the screen. I didn't know the number and besides, no one had my new French one. I ignored it, but it rang again and again. Eventually, I decided to pick up, 'Hello?" I asked curiously.

"Hey, babygirl," I knew the baritone voice, "You free for Daddy Charlie?" asked my older black facefucker. So much passed through my head. But one singular thought kept coming back to me, "This is why you're here.


Chapter 3: A 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 queuing 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 k**s.

I started looking for a bench to sit down on, 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 gotten 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 throat-pussy 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 throat-fuck when he abruptly pulled out and stood up. "Crawl up 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, open 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 leaned 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 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 red, 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 eleviated 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 u*********s 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 off 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 accidentally 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 rummaged 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 would prove to myself that I didn't need Bobby.

Chapter 4: Getting my stride

Leaving my apartment and reaching the street, I had a sense of nerves rising from my stomach. I knew what I was planning to do; what I wanted to do to forget the feeling of anger and a sort of embarrassment simmering just below the surface, but as I walked I started to have second thoughts. I'd always been reserved about sexual encounters and now from somewhere I had unleashed a suppressed desire to be fucked and to suck men whose names I didn't even know.

The air was incredibly mild, so much so that I hadn't even put on a jacket. Only two nights before, the first night I had gone to the woods, the night had been frosty and cold, but now it was humid and almost warm. I'd noticed the change on Saturday morning when I went jogging in the park; the trees and shrubs were green and the grass was getting longer by the day. I didn't have the courage to go to the woods right away; especially knowing what I planned to do. Instead, I sat down at a table on the street outside a small local bar and waited for the server to come and take my order. It was just after midnight, and I reasoned I had a little time - the other two nights I hadn't gone into the woods until much later. I ordered a beer, and sat people watching - hoping I would see who was going towards the entrance of the woods at this time of night.

One beer turned into 2 beers, which turned into two whiskeys with coke, and by the time the server came to tell me he wanted to clear the tables from the street, I could feel the tipsiness in my arms and legs as I told him I was just leaving. I stood and with an ever so slight misstep headed off down the street towards the crossing and over in the direction of the woods. In the hour I had been sitting there, instead of keeping an eye on the comings and goings I had found myself on Grindr talking to the guys close by. I had thought maybe some of them were in the woods, but the one guy I dared to ask - had seemed shocked and said he doesn't go to that kind of place, before swiftly ending the conversation.

As I half-skipped, half-walked along the path leading into the woods, I realised the second whiskey had probably been too much and too quick. My head was floating and I was aware that I was grinning to myself. I did my best to compose myself as I moved deeper into the woods and further from the light of the street. Fortunately, the air was clear; no mist, and the full-moon allowed my eyes to adjust to my unfamiliar surroundings. I had already passed the clearing I knew from my previous encounters, but felt comfortable going further as I had jogged a few hundred metres around the area the previous morning. I saw a few men on the path, walking the other direction, and who stole glances as we passed each other. Most had their faces at least partially covered so it was difficult for me to be sure what they looked like.

I aimed for a small park that I had looped around while jogging, because I knew there were a few benches there; somewhere I could sit down and try to observe the lay of the land. As I entered the enclosed area, I looked around and could see at least 3 men seeming to stroll around aimlessly. I took a seat on a bench set back slightly surrounded by bushes. I could see out, but no one could sneak up behind me. I sat quietly and observed the goings on. I guess it was a form of mating dance I was observing. Men would approach silently, freeze then look one another up and down. Sometimes there was a short conversation, sometimes a hand would reach out and stoke a crotch. Successful matches were not that frequent.

Then I had a sense of someone closeby; I turned to see a North African man - probably Algerian - inching towards me sideways from about 6 feet away. I looked him up and down; in his late forties, hair thinning on top - he was almost but not quite bald - a belly hung over his trousers slightly and he was a little shorter than me. As I brought my eyes back down, I noticed his hand was rubbing his crotch, a slight swell becoming visible under his grey tracksuit bottoms. He was looking me in the face as he touched himself. This was not the type of guy I had in mind on the walk over here. I purposefully looked the other way and held my gaze that way, ignoring his presence. After what felt like an age, he walked away and I was alone again observing the scene.

From where I was sitting, I could make out silhouettes moving around the park, but none were close enough for me to see what type of guys were there. I knew that in my enclosure I was hidden slightly in the shadows, so none came over to me - I decided I had to get up and walk a circuit of the park, but as I was about to get up I caught a movement in the corner of my eye. I looked around; the Algerian guy was back. I was going to get up when I noticed the bottom half of his tracksuit was now pulled down revealing his significant manhood, hanging out in the fresh night air. His dick was FAT. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He was touching it, he just stood beside me with his very fat, but albeit short, cut cock two feet away from me at eye level. In that moment, I no longer cared that he wasn't the type I would usually go for. I had a desperate and urgent desire to swallow cum from his cock. I reached out to touch it.

"Not here; it's too open," he said and immediately started off in the direction of the path. I followed without hesitation. He led us deeper in the woods to a part I hadn't been to before. I could see from the moonlight that it was between two main paths and consisted of trees and shrubs everywhere, cut through by narrow, worn-out dirt paths. He swung around behind one of the bushes and although it was still open, he said at least no one from the main path would see us. Without exchanging any further words, I knelt down in front of him and pulled out his chode.

His dick was short, just being about a handful, but it was fat and weighty in my palm. I licked it before wrapping my lips around the head. It immediately started to swell up. I took it into my mouth and began sucking as I swayed my head back and forth. It just reached the opening of my throat, but didn't go inside, yet the fatness of it filled my mouth and stretched my lips so that my jaw began to ache slightly almost right away. I couldn't believe that this man, who I wouldn't usually look twice at, could have a cock that tasted so good and filled my mouth so perfectly.

A rustling in the bushes startled me, and I stopped sucking for a moment - ready to dart away in case it was the police or someone dangerous. The Algerian didn't seem phased, simply making a swishing sound to signal for the stranger to leave us alone. He told me to continue but I could still see a silhouette standing not far away from us - watching silently. My legs were aching a little from kneeling, so I shifted position and took the chance to take out the poppers. He waited patiently without a word while I took two long hits on the poppers and carefully put them back in my pouch. I leant forward and took the fat Arab cock into my mouth, as the poppers haze hit me and my mind floated off to its usual reverie.

"You had to suck this fat cock," the voice inside my head began ringing out, "You NEEDED to suck this fat cock. It's your DUTY to suck big cock." The fantasy of it was making me hard, and yet it was no longer a fantasy; it was my reality. I knew I was only sucking this man because he had a big, fat dick, otherwise I wouldn't haven't gone with him. Yet, because he had a big dick I felt like he deserved for it to be sucked and he deserved to have a cumdump like me pleasure him without question. I sensed that this mindset - which previously only came out in my fantasies - was slowly taking over my thinking. The pumping of his cock was still going strong and my jaw was aching as I gradually started to become aware of my surroundings again.

"I need another hit," I thought to myself, opening my eyes and drawing myself back from his cock. It was then that I saw that the silhouette had moved much closer to us and was only 2 feet away rubbing his crotch and breathing heavily. I took out the poppers and offered them to the Algerian, hoping it would make him cum; he took a hit and handed them back. I took two long hits as well, holding my breath - longing to glide away again and finish off the job. I took the man in my mouth. The alcohol and poppers helped me completely overcome my shyness, and instead of being embarrassed that the third man was watching me. I wanted him to see that I was a cocksucker. Even more than that, I wanted him to see me swallow this man's cumload. I didn't have to wait long.

"URGHHHHH," the Algerian grunted, making a noise for the first time since I'd started sucking. I felt him jerk back and forth uncontrollably shooting wad after wad of his this semen into my mouth. For the first time, since becoming a cocksucker in this park, I could savour the taste of his sperm in my mouth - and it tasted thick and sweet. I washed it around my mouth, feeling the stranger's eyes watch with anticipation. When he pulled his cock out I made a very loud and deliberate gesture to show that I had swallowed every drop. Then I reached forward and licked the last drip off the Algerian's cock head. He thanked me and stepped back, putting his junk back into his trousers.

I stayed kneeling down but leant backwards slightly to rest my back on the trunk of a tree behind me. I looked up at the stranger to see what would happen next. He was younger and better looking, a typical Parisian guy in his 30s. He had his cock out ready and put his hand behind my head to guide my mouth onto his bell-end. I took the whole length of his uncut cock into my mouth. It was around 7 inches and a good size. Quickly, his throbbing gland was pushing on the back of my throat and I wanted to deepthroat him, to feel his cock head inside my throat. I withdrew and took a hit on the poppers. This time his cock head passed the back of my throat and down into my oesophagus. I held him there for a moment as he moaned loudly, obviously appreciating the feeling of my throat muscles squeezing around his bell-end.

Almost immediately, I could feel his balls tense up on my chin. He brought his second hand round to the back of my head and held himself deep inside me as squirt after squirt of his watery cum shot into my mouth. He pulled out and rubbed his cummy cock over my lips and around my cheeks. My face was covered in his spunk. He asked if I had a tissue, which I swiftly handed him and he thanked me, wiping himself down and walking away. I stood up and tried to get my balance back. My legs ached and I was dizzy from the poppers. The French guy's cum was drying on my lips. "Damn," I thought to myself, I didn't bring any water. I wiped my sleeve across my mouth and gradually started to feel normal again.

I felt slutty. Three different men had cum inside me that night, but I was still hungry for more.

I started walking back to the path, which was only dimly lit. I headed back to the enclosed park and did a few laps, not sure what I would find there. I realised that I was now in the dance I had observed earlier in the night; passing men, standing close enough to take them in and reading the almost imperceptible signs of whether we were compatible.

I soon realised that the men who reached out and stroked my cock were not the guys I wanted. The ones I wanted were those that stroked their own cocks and longed for me to reach out and touch them. Even then, it didn't guarantee a match. After a few laps, I considered going home but decided I would walk back to the spot I had sucked in half an hour earlier. If nothing came of it, I would go back home.

I passed a few guys on the path but none whose face I could clearly make out. When I reached where the path split, I again followed the dirt path into the bushes and found myself standing beside the same tree; but no one was around. I turned and walked towards the path, until a tall man came powering towards me and brushed straight past. I caught only a glimpse, but he was black, bald-headed and had a large jacket on. I spun around and whispered "hey!" as loud as I could without yelling. He paused. We engaged in a short conversation and I told him I was looking for a nice cock to suck. He asked me if I knew somewhere quiet. "Follow me!" I said, leading him off to a patch of bushes I had passed while jogging the previous day.

When we arrived I turned to ask if it was OK, but before I could even open my mouth he began taking out his dick. I knelt down right away. I was relieved and excited to be presented with a large, thick, black cock which I took in my hand. It wasn't as big a Bobby's, but it was a nice size and I could manage it more easily. I started sucking with abandon. I felt the cock get firmer in my mouth, but it didn't seem to grow any bigger; he had already been an impressive size with a thick vein running down the front, I couldn't ask for more. A beautiful looking cock. I wanted to savour holding him in my mouth and take him deep into my throat for as long as he would allow me to. As his cock curved downward slightly, it was the perfect shape to deepthroat, and with a hit of poppers I took his full length in long thrusts in and out of my throat without gagging. We continued like this for only a few minutes. Until I felt him leant over and put his hand into my underwear.

The wetness I felt on my asshole told me he had licked his fingers before reaching for my ass. He stuck his finger inside without much fanfare. Then almost immediately he went for a second, "whoa,..whoa there...slow down there's no rush," I said, trying to get him to relax a little. "I wanna fuck, " came the gentle reply, and he heaved me up and turned me so I was facing away from him. I put my hand on the bark of the tree in front of me and bent forward as he pulled my underwear down around my knees. He lined his cock up to my hole and applied pressure.

By now, it had been a few hours since Bobby had violently forced my pussy wide-open, and I could still feel a looseness in my rear end, but it would need a little oiling first. "Wait, wait..I have some lube," I said, pulling out the bottle and turning to squeeze some on his wide shaft. He began rubbing it in as I took several hits of the poppers, turned around, put my hand on the tree and assumed the position he wanted me in. I felt his thick cock against my relaxed opening, and with a steady and constant pressure, he pushed inside me without pausing for me to adjust.

The discomfort was only fleeting and I knew he was fully inside - at least 8 inches deep - when I felt the warmth of his body up against my back. He took only a moment to rest. "Wow, this guy's in a hurry!" I thought to myself. Right away he started pumping. He felt large inside me, but my pussy was well able for him after the fucking earlier in the evening. The slutiness that the poppers ignited in me made me feel like a sleazy whore, having a total stranger's big, black cock fuck my hole for the second time in one night. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be standing there with my asshole open for a man to use it selfishly for his own pleasure - and he did, pumping me for 10 long minutes.

He pulled out all of a sudden and froze - there was someone close-by in the bushes. I begged him to continue, not caring who could be watching us, but he wouldn't. He seemed to be spooked. Then I had a thought; my place was free. I suggested going back there where we would have privacy and it was warm. Although at first he was hesitant, he agreed to come when I explained it was only 5 minutes away.

As we walked together, we tried to make some casual small talk, discovering that we were both foreigners living in France. Me from London and him from Senegal. "How old do you think I am?" he asked in a slightly accented French, smiling broadly. "I don't know....36?" I guessed, low-balling but only slightly to be polite. "I'm 53," he said proudly. "Wow," I was genuinely impressed, he looked great, his body was in good shape and his cock was long, fat and hard like a teenager. "What's your name?" he asked me calmly, "Joey..I'm Joey..and you?" - "Abdou," he said, "but call me Dou."

When we got into my bedroom, he wasted no time stripping off all of his clothes and waiting for me to do the same. Then he stepped forward and kissed me on the lips. I was a little taken aback. He pushed me back so I was lying on the bed and handed me the pouch I'd been carrying. I fished out the lube and handed it up to him, as I took a hit of poppers. I looked down ginning as I took in his manly frame. From this angle his cock looked huge hanging between his legs. I imagined it being inside me, and my dick instantly went rock hard when he declared, "I wanna fuck your pussy!" I lay down on my back and let him lift my legs above my head, exposing my wet, open cunt. He took his meat in his hand and glided it without resistance into my fuckhole. I moaned deeply as the feeling of fullness sent spasms of pleasure through me.

His body was heavy on mine and my legs ached as he used his weight to hold me in place while only his hips thrusted in and out of me. Then he jostled his body to bring himself up to me so we were face to face with my body bent over double and with a forceful thrust I felt a pop deep inside my gut. I was sure he had pierced my second sphincter and the psychological ecstasy that rang through me was intense. He continued pumping and with each inward thrust I felt the deep stretch and pop invade my innards. I asked him if he could feel my colon gripping him tight. He smiled and told me he would loosen me even inside. My mind had never let my sphincters relax so much before; I was completely open, exposed at his mercy, and Dou was taking full advantage to ram his thick cock home with every thrust.

I lay back and took a large hit on the poppers. An uncontrollable desire took over me, and I wanted him to know. "Cum inside me....please! I want your cum deep inside. Oh please fuck me and cum inside." Dou moaned and continued unabated, fucking my now sloppy hole in and out all the way. I kept moaning and concentrated on opening up for his manhood as much as I could.

The pace began to quicken, and Dou's breathing grew heavier. I sensed he was getting close. I took another hit on the poppers and laid back to let my mind wander and drink up the feeling of his swelling meat and the reward I knew I was about to receive. Then it came. His face screwed up and his hand grabbed my ankles which were up in the air. He steadied himself and with a forceful and hard thrust pushed himself deeper than ever into my colon, past my second sphincter and well into my gut. He let out a loud moan and despite my loosened hole I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated his sperm into me. He fell onto me with all his weight and lay there not moving, filling me up as I slowly and gratefully drifted back to earth.

When he lifted his head, I was back in reality and in the dim light of my room, I could tell now he was older than I had originally suspected. He looked good though, and was powerful and virulent. He smoked a cigarette out my window, as we chatted and I learned about his life in France. I liked him a lot, and found him really easy to talk to. After thirty minutes of chatting on the bed, he reached over and started stroking my nipples and asked if he could fuck me again.

This time he pushed me face down and put a pillow under my stomach so my hole was sticking out into the air. He had done a good job of opening me up and I decided to not take any poppers since he could now easily slip in without any help. My hole was raw and began to ache as he fucked me hard the sensation of him bottoming out made me hard and horny as I waited patiently for his second cumload of the night. I wanted him inside me and when he obliged I did my best to hold it there until the following morning. We exchanged numbers and shortly after 4am, he set off shortly to take a night bus, and I lay back on my bed satisfied with my tally for the evening.

I had 5 loads inside me and I could taste the sweet aroma of man juice at the back of my throat as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 5: The thirst grows

I woke late on Monday morning and was looking forward to getting settled into my new life. I had an appointment at the office to sign my work contract, but my first official day wasn't until the beginning of the month; I had a couple of weeks to relax, get my bearings and start to meet some new people. I rolled around in bed, trying to find the energy to get up and have breakfast..or lunch rather since it was already after midnight. My hole was tender. I reached down to gently massage my ass-lips and squeezed as I thought about the fucking I had taken that night. I felt slutty and used, but as Dou had been so kind between and after, I wasn't feeling ashamed at all about what I had done. Then I thought back to the random men I had also sucked off in the woods, "NO MORE!" I promised myself, trying to convince my mind that it was a reaction to being alone in a new town, and just something I'd needed to get out of my system.

By 4pm, I had already been to the gym, signed my job contract and briefly met my new colleagues. The sun was shining and I found myself walking down a long boulevard leading out to a large square; Place de la République. I decided to make the most of the weather and grab a coffee on a terrace while I decided how to spend the rest of my afternoon. Inevitably, I ended up opening up Grindr and scrolled through the seemingly endless profiles of hot guys. I sent a few flames, but still not having a picture up, I wasn't holding out much hope of a reply. Then one particular profile caught my eye: "Suck n Go?". I clicked on right away, intrigued.

He was close, and although his picture was a little obscure; I could make out a reasonably attractive man of 39 years of age. "Hey," I messaged, "How are you?". Immediately, I felt my phone vibrate and a reply had already come in: "Face? You free now to suck?" - typical Grindr message I thought to myself. I felt safe sending my picture, as no one was likely to know me here, "yeah, horny and ready," I replied, wondering to myself whether I would actually go through with this in the middle of the day. His reply shot back almost immediately, I knew it must be a message he has saved and sends out to any bites he gets:

"Come now, I'll be waiting on my couch with my cock out, jerking off. Close the door when you enter, then come and kneel between my legs. You will suck me SLOWLY and gently, until I come in your mouth, and of course you will swallow ALL of it."

There was a war going on in my head - my reasoned self wanted to say, "No way!" but I could hear a voice telling me I had to go, that he needed his cock sucked and that I would have to be that cocksucker. Still I hesitated. I drank down my coffee and felt those familiar nerves raising. Then the phone buzzed again...his cock pic. I looked carefully at the photo and knew right away I couldn't refuse. It was a long thick white cock, with a beautiful pink head sent on a large pair of hairless balls. The blond pubes had been trimmed right back and there was pre-cum dripping out of the hole. "OK - send address", I typed and threw down a couple of euros to cover my coffee.

Within 10 minutes, I was crouching down in between the man's thighs. "I'm Pete," I said gently, but I didn't care. His cock was laid out before me like a feat ready to be devoured. "Go slowly...I'm sensitive," he said to me. He had a collection of poppers bottles beside him, and picked one up to inhale as I lifted his meat to take it into my mouth. "Gently, gently," he insisted again. I slowed down even more, until I was really taking his cock millimeter by millimeter in and out of my mouth.He was hard, and his cock had swelled to be large and more than enough to fill my mouth. I attempted to take him into my throat, but the tightness of my tonsils was too intense for his sensitive cock and I contented myself to be able to savour the fullness of his manhood as it ever so gently slid in and out of my mouth. He was taking hit after hit of the poppers and moaning loudly. I could taste that his balls were heavy producers of pre-cum, as the wet slippiness filled the back of my mouth. This slow dance went on for over 20 minutes. Finally, I drew back and asked if I too could take a hit on the poppers.

He handed me one of the bottles, which I opened and inhaled, "I'm getting close," he said, "I want you to swallow and don't stop until I say." I lifted his cock back into my mouth, "Fine by me!" I thought to myself as I got back into the gentle rhythm of slowly drawing Pete's spunk out of his heavy balls. The fullness of my mouth against his only 80% rigid cock felt wonderful and it shocked me when I sensed a flood of liquid in my mouth. It was warm and flowed easily to the back of my throat; I swallowed without hesitation expecting to be swiftly finished, but Pete moaned loudly, "Keep going!"

I continued the slow rhythmic rocking back and forth, as his cock spewed wave after wave of cum into my mouth. My mouth filled up with the warm thick liquid again and I swallowed down what seemed like an impossibly large mouthful, and still it spewed out. With each wave Pete moaned and groaned ever more intensely as I felt his thigh muscles and balls begin to tense up. I swallowed another mouthful, amazed that he seemed to never be finished. Finally he reached his hand to my head and held me still as the last few squirts shot out, without great force but with considerable volume into my mouth. He held himself inside me as he dick began to soften. I suckled on his cock and swallowed one final time.

I pulled myself off him and stood, swiped my hand across my mouth and felt more than satisfied. I had no more desire to make small talk with this man, and he seemed to feel the same way. I thanked him and turned to leave. "Thanks, just pull the door closed behind you," he said as I walked out the apartment. I took out my phone and turned on Grindr, and went back to his profile. I saved him to my favourites thinking how much I had enjoyed that copious cum-load. As I walked I could taste the cum on my breath and I decided to stop off in a shop and grab a chewing gum; it was early evening by now and I persuaded myself to pick up a beer as well for the walk, as it was such a nice evening.

During the whole thing, I realised I hadn't really gotten hard. I hadn't been focused on getting myself off or even touching myself. I knew I had immensely enjoyed the encounter, but it was a sexual enjoyment that came from another type of fulfilment; I had been motivated by the idea that I would get to swallow his cum at the end of it. When I took the hit on the poppers, the feeling of urgency to get him to ejaculate was what was in the forefront of my mind. The second I tasted that sweet nectar, I was satisfied, but only momentarily. As I walked with my beer, I took out my phone and checked Grindr again, wondering if any other man close-by needed relief, and whether I could get another shot of the sperm I was now longing for.

I was about a 30 minute walk from my place, and as I strolled I stopped frequently to sit on a bench and check out the guys online and see if I had gone far enough for the grid to have changed. I would have been too worried about being recognised at home in London, but here the anonymity of a new city gave me the courage to be more daring than ever. I updated my username on my profile: "Cocksucker NOW" and continued walking, feeling safe that without a picture I still had some control over who I would contact. I ducked into a small corner store and picked up a fresh beer. When I came out to the street, I scanned again for a bench and saw a small green area further along, where I could sit and check my phone again.

BZZZZ, BZZZZ

Several messages came through when I clicked back to Grindr. A few saying "hi" or "hello", but one message caught my eye: "You swallow?". I clicked on and enjoyed the toned torso of his profile picture. "Yeah - free now," I replied. "You host?" he shot back. "No, just passing by" I wrote, "Got a dick pic?" He replied with a picture of his long, thin cut cock. "Wanna empty my balls in the basement?" he wrote. His cock wasn't massive, but not bad at all and he seemed to be in good shape. The fact that he was looking for a cocksucker who would swallow sealed the deal for me.

We exchanged another few messages and he explained that when he buzzed me in, I would have to wait for him to come down and follow him into the basement. He insisted it would just be a 'suck and go' - "Perfect!" I thought to myself. In no time I was standing before his building, buzzing apartment 35. He let me in and I waited as he commanded. He appeared in no time, much more built even than in his photo, young but either bald or with a shaved head - it was too dark to tell. He led me into a cold and damp basement, he propped the door slightly ajar so there was some light - enough to see that I could kneel down in front of him. There were no pleasantries; he pulled his dick out of his jogging bottoms and it swung around, rock hard. I leant forward and took him into my mouth.

He was frantic, going deep then pulling out; his thrusts were erratic, and we carried on like this for a while. Occasionally he would pull out and slap his hard cock around my face, but eventually I could tell from his moaning that he was getting close. He pulled and started jerking his cock in his hand. "Open wide," he ordered, "and look at me!" I did exactly as I was told, looking him right in the eyes with my mouth open in anticipation. His jerking was getting faster and he used his other hand to hold me in place by my jaw. He lined his bellend up just beside my mouth and with a heave, he shot his first thick jet which missed my mouth and covered my nose and cheek. Three or four subsequent jets were on target, straight into my waiting mouth. I tasted his salty load on my tongue and was pleased to get my reward. When he finished shooting he rubbed his slimy dick around my nose and cheek, using he dick to collect the cum that had splashed on my face and rubbing it down into my mouth so that none went to waste. He obviously found it extremely hot seeing a man consume his nut and I was very happy to oblige.

When he was finished, I stood up and followed him back to the ground floor, he gestured to the exit and without a word disappeared down the hallway. I exited into the street and felt a deep satisfaction; the night air was fresh and I had dried cum on my face. I wanted another beer, but even more than that I wanted to swallow another cum load. I continued meandering down the street, not forgetting to save the guy's profile to my favourites for another time. I hoped I would have another bite before reaching home. I was feeling slightly tipsy and started to gain a bit of Dutch courage. I took out my phone and called Charles...I had the image on his thick mushroom-headed cock imprinted on my mind and I loved how to use my throat as a pussy; no answer, so I sent a message asking if he was free - maybe by the time I got home, he would reply.

On the path home, I made one more stop off - an older Russian guy - he invited me into his hotel and seemed to want some company for the evening, despite me insisting I was just coming to suck him and leave. The encounter seemed a little too rushed for him, and I used my hand to jerk him off into my mouth. His jizz shot powerfully into my throat and several forceful jets - enough to make me cough and my eyes to water. I left satisfied with another warm load in my stomach, but what I really wanted was the hot spunk from a big, black cock. By the time I was nearing home, I still hadn't received any reply from Charles and decided the only thing to do was to head into the woods. I made a beeline for the entrance.

I knew immediately as I neared the first clearing that it was quieter than usual at this time. I decided to do a lap of the enclosed park to see if anyone was around. I passed only one guy, and didn't seem interested in engaging with me. "Was I too early?" I wondered - it was coming up to midnight, and the night was dark. I realised then that it was Monday night, the first time I had been there not on the weekend. I sat on my usual bench and decided to wait to see if it would pick up a little. I checked Grindr and saw a few people close by, but none were online. I got up to walk another lap and came across a man who seemed to be in reasonable shape; he gestured to me to follow him behind a tree which I did willingly. When we arrived after a minute to a clearing he obviously used frequently he knelt down and waited for me to approach. "Damn!" I thought to myself, apologising and explaining to him that I was a cocksucker too - we laughed it off and I continued deeper into the woods.

"It must be dry here tonight, if the only other guy is a cocksucker too," I thought to myself, resigning myself to the potential of having to go to bed hungry. I stood back beside the bench taking one last scan of the scene, when a silhouette was walking towards me. A young, black guy with a wide smile on his face, "Ka-CHING," I thought to myself. When he was beside me he started to make small talk, and I wondered at first if he wasn't lost or mistaken about what was going on, but then I felt him take my hand and guide it inside his coat to press on his hard cock which was hanging out.

"Wanna suck me?" he asked, smiling.

"Sure!" I replied enthusiastically. I led him to the spot I had previously sucked in, which was fast becoming my 'territory'. I knelt down with my back against the thick tree trunk for support and took his cock in my mouth like so many before that day.

He was thrusting into me and I was turned on when his seemingly innocent character gave way to a sleazy face-fucker:

"Yeah! suck that cock you fucking whore! - You gonna swallow that nut you fag!"

It turned me on to be treated like this by a guy that was younger than him. His dick slipped into my throat and on several thrusts I gagged and coughed. "Yeah, choke on that fat cock!" he roared. Suddenly, I could sense him gesturing to another guy and there was a second man standing in front of me. He was too close for me to see anything other than his crotch and he pulled out a large, cut cock - another Arabic guy - the first black guy leant down and whispered in my ear forcefully, "You're gonna suck us both - and eat it fag!" I took turns on their cocks, sucking one and jerking the other with my free hand, then switching. They had similar sized dicks; one slightly longer, the other slightly thicker. I was in my element and we continued like this for a few minutes. I knew from the sounds around us that a small crowd had begun to form around us. I snatched a look around - at least 3 other men were observing us and itching in closer. Only days ago I would have been mortified at the thought of a crowd watching me service two strangers in this way, but my mindset was gradually changing and the beers had helped me to loosen up. Now what I wanted was to swallow their loads. What's more, I wanted the men watching to know I had done it.

After some time, the second guy whose face I hadn't even seen stepped closer to me; I realised he was getting ready to shoot. His thrusts increased and with a groan he shot into my mouth. As soon as he pulled out, the black guy's dick took its place as the man moved away into the bushes only for his place to be taken by another stranger and unbuckled his jeans, pulled out his dick and started jerking it off inches from my face. Suddenly, it was the black guy's turn to pick up the pace and he became even more verbal and demeaning in front of the crowd.

"Yeah you cum rag, you're gonna eat my eat, you faggot!" It was hot, and I wanted nothing more than to taste his sperm. After a moment he too shot in my mouth. I dutifully swallowed and he pulled out making space for the next cock to invade my mouth. I watched the black guy out of the corner of my eye, as I sucked the next dick, tidying himself and buttoning up his jeans. He leant down towards me and whispered again.

"You're gonna suck off any man here who wants to be sucked, ok faggot?" and he stood back and watched.

Over the next twenty minutes, I drained two more dicks, as a few other men came close to observe the action but didn't get involved themselves. When the last one ejaculated, I swallowed and stayed kneeling for a moment waiting to see if anyone else wanted to feed me, but the crowd slowly dissipated. I only saw the back of the black guy as he walked away without a farewell. I felt satisfied with myself and decided it was a good time to head home. I did one more lap of the park, in case someone interesting might pop up and then I started down the path back to my apartment.

When I arrived home, I felt wide awake. It was 1am, but I had slept late and didn't feel like going to bed yet. I logged back into Grindr to see who was around. "Just one more load, then I can sleep," I kept saying to myself. There was a message from a blank profile, it had only his age listed 22 and his race; mixed. He was less than 50 meters away, I imagined it was one of the hot guys I always passed in the shisha bar right outside my apartment building. I wrote back, "hey man, horny?" I had to wait a few minutes for a reply, but it was worth it when it came. A photo of a slim, well-toned, young athletic body with a thick hard cock and perfect pink tip and he had a beautiful caramel skin tone. "You do Gloryhole?" he asked. I wasn't sure what he meant. I mean I obviously knew what a gloryhole was, but was there a gay sauna or something close by, I wasn't sure. "I'm just at home, you wanna come over?" I replied. "You ain't got a gloryhole at yours?" he replied, "I don't show face."

Suddenly, it clicked, he wanted to stay anonymous. "Shit!" I thought, "I wish I had a gloryhole." Then in a flash I had an idea; I had seen those profiles guys put up, gloryhole and it's just a curtain. My apartment was perfect for it. The front door opened to a narrow corridor which all the other rooms came off. All I had to do was hang a curtain in the corridor a few feet from the door. The guy could come in a few feet, not even really be in the apartment, and I would be waiting behind the curtain. I looked around. I had brought a big bed sheet with me. I set about installing a homemade gloryhole and when it was reasonably fixed in place I sent a picture to my beautiful caramel boy.

I set about making it comfortable for me; I set out the poppers within easy reach, some tissues and cushions for my knees. The caramel boy replied that he was on his way, I sent him the door codes and set the door ever so slightly ajar, then I went behind the curtain and assumed my position. I had cut a slit about crotch level to welcome the guy's cock and rested my hand in it, so he would see it clearly when he arrived.

I heard the door creak and my heart skipped several beats, as the gravity of inviting a complete stranger into my home took hold. It seemed like an eternity that I waited and I wondered what he could be doing as I heard him shuffling around on the other side of the curtain. Then finally his cock came poking through the slit. It was stunning, even more amazing than the photo he had sent me. I couldn't help but wonder if he was indeed one of the sexy guys I had passed on the way into the building. His cock had that beautiful smoothness and fullness of youth. His bush was fluffy and his balls smelled divine. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible, so I started slowly massaging his balls and licked around his crotch. He moaned, obviously appreciating the attention, before I dove in and took his meat into my mouth. I sucked him gently and deeply, not wanting to make him cum - instead savouring this beautiful dick for as long as I could.

I reached down and took a hit of poppers and let my mind wander and imagine all the not-out men I could invite to this gloryhole. I imagined a queue of beautiful muscular men lining up from the shisha bar waiting for their turn to be sucked and to release their load into the willing cumdump. "God! I wanted to taste this guy's sweet caramel syrup!" I thought to myself over and over.

"I'm gonna nut!" he suddenly moaned loudly, and I picked up the pace to match his thrusts. Another minute or so passed and I focused on letting his cock penetrate my throat as deeply as I could without gagging, making his cum build and build in his pants. Then with a grunt and thrust he shot jet after jet into my throat. I swallowed eagerly. After a moment he withdrew, "Tissue?" he asked, hearing his low voice for the first time. I handed him a Kleenex through the curtain and I waited patiently as I heard him clean himself up, put away his jump and slip out the door. I came out from behind the curtain and pushed the door closed, then hopped quickly into the kitchen to see if I could catch a glimpse of him crossing the courtyard. I saw only the back of him, but he looked every bit the sexy athlete I imagined. I wanted more!

I took out my phone, but it was late on a Monday night, and I didn't have any new messages. I took the chance to update my photo though - keeping the username I had changed earlier in the evening, but adding the photo of the home-made gloryhole I had sent to the caramel boy 20 minutes earlier. I stayed up a while, hoping to get a bit, but grew tired and must have dozed off sometime after 2am.

Chapter 6: Going deeper

What followed was two or three days of miserable weather; it poured rain on and off which put a dampener on my plans to get out and enjoy the city. On Tuesday I had intended to go to some museums but the showers were so heavy every time I left the apartment I found myself running back inside soaking wet after only a few minutes. To pass the time, I was spending ever more time on Grindr. A few guys enquired about the gloryhole, but I think the weather put anyone off moving around the neighbourhood and I couldn't blame them. I chatted online, talking dirty to local guys and edging myself for hours throughout the afternoon.

Finally after dinner the showers seemed to have passed, and when night fell I had worked myself up so much I grabbed a jacket, my trusty pouch with the poppers and lube, and headed out to the woods. It was cold and miserable, but I couldn't shake the hunger that had been growing inside me all afternoon to suck some cock and swallow some hot cum. I traipsed around the park and headed further into the woods, taking the dirt paths into the bushes hoping to cross someone. The ground was muddy and soggy and on more than one occasion I almost slipped. Then it started raining again; I quickly took shelter under a tree and looked around. "Has it come to this?" I thought to myself, feeling ashamed that my newly urgent thirst for cock had driven me out in this weather. "I'll have to head back," I decided.

I started back towards the path just as the heavens opened. Not far away I saw a cabin and noticed a man was sheltering below the overhanging roof, smoking a cigarette. I ran under and stood a little distance away from him - hoping the rain would pass fairly soon. I smell it right away - the fragrant but strong smell of weed. I turned to see a dark-skinned man, in his early fifties, smoking what I now knew was a spliff. He had a hat on and a big, oversized coat and jeans. I was trying to work out what his body was like underneath his clothes when he turned and held out the spliff towards me at arms-length. It had been a while since I smoked and I never had been a big weed smoker, so after only two drags I handed it back to him, holding my breath and enjoying the strong hit that took me quite by surprise. I attempted to make some small talk, but I could sense that the guy was high and I pretty quickly joined him. We passed the spliff between us a few more times until he threw it to the ground. I learnt that his name was Tom or Tommy and he was holding out for the rain to stop.

I stood beside him super high, and wondered how I could work out if he was there for the same reason as me. All of a sudden, out of nowhere I blurted out, "You got a big dick man?", he laughed and we laughed together for a moment. "Yeah, man," he replied and we stood a little longer watching out at the rain in silent contemplation. As the rain slowly eased off I knew I was really stoned, higher than I had been for a long time and I was at all able to take control of the situation. I was watching Tommy patiently as he seemed to be packing the few things he had with him into his pockets. "Let's go!" he said, turning to me and gesturing off further down the path into the woods. He started walking slowly and I followed almost on auto-pilot as he led us down the path and into some bushes enclosed by some fencing.

As I walked, I felt a little nervous that I had smoked too much too soon and couldn't shake my head out of the daze I was feeling, but another part of me was fixated on him and an image in my mind like a film formed of me knelt in front of him sucking his cock. When he reached the tall fencing, he wanted for me patiently and without any verbal communication between us I assumed my position kneeling before him. He slowly unbuttoned his belt and, pulling down his underwear, I revealed a beautiful, large cock. I felt a grin forming on my face as I leant forward and put my face up against his warm crotch. Like one of the guys from a previous blowjob, he smelled clean like he had prepared to come here for that purpose and I appreciated it. The familiar feeling washed over me and the thought that we were each here for our divine reasons; his to offer his ample manhood and relieve the strain from his heavy balls, and me to fulfil my duty to these men in the woods. To offer my mouth as a fuck-hole for men in need. The weed only intensified my feelings.

His cock was now firm in my hands and it comfortably measured 8 inches, thankfully with a wide girth to match its length. I took him into my mouth and gently sucked him back and forth. His hands guided me into a rhythm that suited us both and once locked in place - I continued sucking him in my daydream state for a long time. The images in my head intensified, and I kept running over and over the thoughts of each of the men I have sucked off over the past week. Each one had come either into my mouth or directly down my throat and I pictured a surreal image of all of their cum in a jar as it would be in my stomach - becoming ever more voluminous. I dreamed about having a jar of these men's cum and drinking from it like a long glass of water. I was in ecstasy. The idea of so much cum, and of having swallowed so much cum turned me on and I wanted to make Tommy ejaculate. I pulled out and got out my poppers for an extra hit to focus me even more.

"WOW!", when the poppers swirl hit me, it made my mind fly away and I wanted nothing more than to feel Tommy's thick cock inside my throat. I started taking longer strokes and took him as deeply as I could. The poppers suppressed my gag and for a time I was able to hold deep in my oesophagus until my throat muscles began tensing and preparing to heave. I could hear the intenseness in Tommy's moans and wanted to hold him there as long as I could. Eventually, I let off a little gasping for breath, keeping his fat dick in my mouth and sucking his beautiful bell-end then jerking the shaft with my hand.

After a moment, I suddenly became aware of the damp and cold surroundings like my mind had just crashed down to earth, as I heard him calling me a whore and other filthy names. "How long has he been saying that?" I wondered to myself, enveloping his cock in my mouth anew. I so wanted to taste his sperm on my tongue - it's what I had been thinking about constantly since waking up that morning, but I gradually began to notice that he seemed to be losing his pace. I felt him lean over and put his hand on my ass. His fingers grabbed at me, searching frantically for a warm, snug place to invade. Finally he found it, and I felt his index finger roughly penetrate my hole. He was finger fucking me as I continued to suckle on his swollen bell-end. Then a second finger went in.

Usually an uninvited finger, let alone two, would cause me to tense up and for pain to shoot through my ass, but I was relaxed from the weed. I had felt it as soon as I knelt down to start sucking him, my ass-lips were beginning to pucker and I liked how it felt. It was a combination of the weed and of the aggressive fuck I had endured at the hand of Bobby's cock; nine fat inches with an engorged girth from his cock ring. Ever since that night, I had noticed under the shower the previous couple of days that the absolute tightness of my sphincter was now gone. It was something special that I had wanted to guard preciously up until then. With previous boyfriends I ensured they were gentle and took the time to open me up - coupled with the fact that none of them had been that hung - I had remained tight almost like a virgin each time it came to bottoming. "Bobby stole that away from me," I said to myself in my mind as I felt Tommy's fingers probe deeper with much less resistance. I knew that my sphincter would never be absolutely the same again, but I no longer felt ashamed about it. "I had to give my pussy to Bobby, it's what he needed", I thought calmly.

Tommy lifted me up and swiftly stepped around so he was behind me lined up to fuck my asshole. I was a little dazed about what was going on, but I managed to reach into the pouch and take out the anal lube. I squeezed some out onto his cock and reached back to rub it in. I then wiped the excess from my hands onto my hole and fingered myself gently to push it inside. I took a hit on the poppers and pushed my ass out to meet Tommy's cock. He was squeezing it firmly at the base to keep it as rigid as possible and with a deep breath I pushed my sphincter out and back on his invading meat as far I could in one thrust. It stung for a moment, but my mind only seemed to register the discomfort for a second. A psychological wave of pleasure washed over me as I thought about this man's large appendage filling up my colon. I pictured it inside my head pushing inside and my asshole physically transforming into a welcoming pussy for his huge cock. When I felt he was fully embedded in my guts I held him there as long as I could, as I sensed his meat growing and becoming fully erect for the first time. He began thrusting and enjoyed touching the opening to my cunt with his fingers. I followed his lead and reached down to feel my stretched asshole lips wrapped around his rigid cock. The sensation of his thrusts plus the feeling on my finger tips of my stretched out lips made my dick ache as it got hard and began spewing pre-cum. I started to edge myself slowly as he fucked me and we matched the pace. I wanted to cum at the same time as him, while concentrating on holding my hole wide open for him.

When being fucked in the past I had always needed breaks when my hole began to feel too tender or it just needed a moment to close up and pause before being dilated again. It had always felt so unnatural to me for my sphincter to be open and un-tensed for long periods of time, but now I felt a kind of thrill that my hole was opened and subconsciously I had disabled the part of my brain that tried constantly to tense the muscle closed. I could squeeze it of course, on demand to grab onto the dick, but I felt open, gaping and whole as the thrusts picked up pace. I matched the pace on my own dick to keep the rhythm and when I finally heard Tommy moan loudly, I started to jerk frantically. I wanted the anal spasms of my own orgasm to squeeze tightly on his cock as he shot his load and that was exactly what happened.

He stayed inside me as he dick lost its firmness and when finally he let his thick, flaccid cock drop sloppily out of my hole, my ring ached a little, still I resisted the urge to tense it closed - savouring the openness for as long as possible. We wiped ourselves down with tissues and I walked gingerly towards the path. I'd enjoyed it so much, I asked him if we could exchange numbers which he was happy to do. We walked side by side through the damp woods, both still quite stoned and said farewell as we reached the main street. I was so exhausted, I couldn't think of anything but my bed.

The next couple of days and nights passed off fairly quietly. The weather continued to be miserable and I realised that the woods were generally much quieter during the week nights. I managed a few Grindr meets, and found myself less interested in the men and more interested in the cock. Some guys were fine with that, they just wanted or needed to unload, others wanted more of a connection. Anyway, from Thursday I began looking forward to the coming weekend. Thankfully, the weather was giving sun and warmth, and my orgasmic experience being fucked after smoking weed inspired me to go on the hunt for my own small stash. So that afternoon, I set off back to Pigalle and close by the Moulin Rouge, remembering the guy who'd asked me in the street if I wanted to buy some.

I found him easily in the same spot, a handsome young Moroccan; beautiful matt skin and dark, thick, curly hair. I'd already found him attractive the first time I saw him; it's what had given me the courage to go up to him. This time he wasn't alone so I waited a few minutes, loitering close by. Finally one of the group came towards me and asked me if I wanted to buy cheap cigarettes, but I declined and asked if he had any weed. He said he couldn't help me and walked off. I still didn't have the courage to go up to the young Moroccan, so when I was almost considering walking away I was surprised when he came up to me and asked if I was really looking to buy. I told him I was and he immediately asked me to follow him and set off down the boulevard. We walked only a few hundred yards, perhaps not even that, before turning into a small alley between two buildings and he turned towards me and asked me what I wanted. I was a little nervous doing this in the street and when I was taking out the 20 euro note he demanded I ripped it slightly and felt embarrassed. He was smiling though, and I found myself staring at his crotch - wondering what lay beneath his jeans. We made the exchange, and something inside me just said "Go for it!" - I grabbed my dick through my jogging bottoms - not too obviously, so that I could pass it off as an itch if needs be - then looked at him. He raised his eyebrow and so I did it again. He brushed it off and I decided not to push it, feeling that this brazen approach could get me into trouble. The problem was now I had cock on my mind and I wanted to suck someone's dick; anyone's dick.

I sought out each bench I had sat on two or three days prior and feeling more daring allowed myself to get hard and for the bulge to be visible in my pants where I was sitting on the bench with my legs splayed out in front of me. Finally after 10 minutes, I caught a glance. It was an older man with a wrinkled face, he was quite short and dressed reasonably well. He scurried back and forth nearby watching by not wanting to come over. I stared at him and reached down to touch myself - the signal that I was looking for sex. He did the same and slowly started walking away, leaking back over his shoulder to watch me. I followed him down the street a few hundred yards, he turned up Boulevard Barbes and walked a few hundred meters to a run down area that I had never been to before. I finally saw him duck into an apartment building and when I arrived he was holding the door for me. I slipped inside. We climbed two flights of stairs and into a run down apartment he led me to a bedroom at the back and he started undoing his trousers. He gestured to me and said something, but it wasn't a language I understood. I sat down on the bed. He lay down and pulled out his hard cock. It was big and I felt relieved to have followed him inside. I took it in my hand. It was long, thick, cut and curved sharply to the right. For an older man, I was surprised that his erection was raging hard. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I sucked him like this for some time, but it was an awkward angle and the curve in his cock meant that I couldn't take it far into my mouth. Eventually, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down so we were both lying on the bed but me much lower with my mouth at the level of his dick. He took hold of my head and forced his cock into my mouth, turning my head and guiding it so that despite the curve in his cock he was able with effort to push it into my throat. His dick was so rigid that it hurt my throat and I gagged numerous times. Each time he forced his cockhead back into my throat until finally I calmed down.

We lay side by side facing one another on the bed with my head in his crotch as he began fucking my face deeply. It went on for so long that my throat ached.I longed for him to cum, not only to relieve the pain in my throat, but I wanted to taste his cum on my tongue. I wanted to tell him, but I knew he couldn't understand. He continued moaning and fucking my throat for some time until I gradually sensed the pace speeding up and the thrusts becoming more violent, until with a deep and hard ram he held himself deep inside my stretched out oesophagus and I knew from his body spasms that he was ejaculating deep into my throat. He pulled out without a word and I got up and let myself out. I was satisfied, but left wanting more. I could only faintly taste his jizz in the back of my throat, as it had been shot straight into my stomach.

Later that evening I went back into the woods, but due to another day of showers there was no-one around. "I need a night off!" I told myself, and my throat was still sore from the pounding earlier in the day. Deep down, I would have liked nothing more than to suck another cock though - I watched a movie and managed to get an early night.

All through Friday I kept promising myself that I wouldn't go to the woods that night, "This is getting out of hand!" I admonished myself, feeling annoyed that I had focused so little that week on getting out to meet people. I wanted a drink and to go out dancing, but I still hadn't made any friends, and I knew drinking would lead me back to the woods. I had a slight regret in my mind about picking up the weed the previous day, so I packed it away in my suitcase and told myself that I could only have it as a reward if I behaved myself over the weekend. In order for a distraction I decided to go to an early show at the cinema, and thought a beer after another early night would be a good start to the weekend.

When I left the cinema it was still not that late and I sat for a pint as the good weather had finally made a comeback. There was a couple sitting beside me smoking and I longed for a drag as I drank my beer. "Damn, this was not the best idea," I thought to myself and knew I would not be able to stop myself from smoking a joint when I got back to the apartment. Like clockwork, when I got in I rolled a joint and promised myself it would just be one to help me relax before bed. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect, and as soon as I started to feel stoned I found myself trawling through the profiles on Grindr, absolutely fixated on the next cock I would suck. Deep down I knew it would be easiest to just go into the woods. It was a little past midnight and I might still get the chance for multiple cocks. I grabbed my pouch with the lube and poppers, slipped on my jacket and headed out, still feeling high from the spliff.

The way I was feeling, I had a new purpose. I cared less about the type of guys I might meet and became more focused on it being about finding big cocks. A guy with a big cumload or - better yet - someone who barely acknowledged me and just used me to service his needs was ideal. In truth the blowjob I had performed earlier on in the day had turned me on so much because I couldn't even communicate with the man; it was non-verbal - we both knew why I was there, what my purpose was; to suck his cock and swallow his sperm. As I walked, I got out my phone and sent Dou a message as a plan-B then headed up the path to my now familiar hunting-ground.

I walked deep into the woods, by-passing the enclosed park and further to the area between the paths with the bushes. I passed a number of guys on the way and now walked freely with my hood pulled down - no longer caring who saw me. When I arrived at the dirt path I made a beeline to the area that I had been in before. When I got to the first open space I didn't immediately see anyone, but I was stoned and didn't mind standing for a little to let the high wear off a little. After a short time, I saw a silhouette coming down the path and I was sure he saw me loitering by the tree because he started approaching more slowly. As he neared, I knelt down with my back against the tree to be comfortable and I waited. It was a clear sign of what I was there for - to service orally. He gradually drew closer and I looked up at him. I was pleased to see a middle-aged, overweight, black man who reached out and stroked his hand across my face. Without a word, he unbuttoned his jeans and took out his manhood. When I took his cock into my mouth I smelled that it was musty from a day being trapped away, his pubic hair was unkempt and it tickled my face as I swallowed him as deeply as I could. I withdrew and pulled out the poppers which I knew would mask the faint odour and above all I craved the feeling of sucking while my mind drifted off. I sucked him and concentrated on doing everything I could to draw out his cumload. I tried to react to every moan and groan to encourage him to cum sooner. After a few minutes, he ejaculated his sweet, warm juice into my mouth and I gladly swallowed it down. Afterwards, he walked away silently and it was over without a single word exchanged.

It should have satisfied me, but it only made me thirsty for more.

Two more men followed, I can't remember much about them, only that they both came quickly and I enjoyed the minimal nature of our exchange. If they spoke to me at all it was to call me a "fag" or a "whore", there was no need for conversation - the balance of power was clear when they saw me knelt down beside the tree. I was finishing the second man and I could sense he was getting ready to cum, when I opened my eyes and noticed someone close-by, watching. I presumed he would step up after, so I swallowed and waited for the man to leave. When I was able to get a better look in the moonlight, I was shaken to see that it was Bobby standing in the shadows. He walked away acting like I didn't exist.

"FUCK!"

I felt annoyed with myself that he had seen me - "how long had he been there?" I wondered, had seen me swallow three men's cum in quick succession? I started off down the path chasing after him, hoping he would talk to me, and that perhaps we could have some fun together - I wasn't thinking clearly and really didn't know what would happen.

I crossed him in the enclosed park and he purposely did not acknowledge me again. It hurt me and I took a shortcut across the grass, so that I would be stood by the exit as he came through the gate. When he passed me, he looked over very briefly and I knew for sure he definitely recognised me. He paused momentarily and we held a long, silent gaze until he started walking off the path into the woods. I followed him a few steps behind, fixated on his path and still stoned from the joint I had smoked. He was walking further than I had ever been into the woods, and I wanted to call his name but I was now so high that I couldn't bring myself to speak. I just walked aimlessly wherever he led.

After what seemed like an eternity we came to some bushes and he stopped abruptly, turning to face me. I approached him and he immediately reached around and grabbed me on the ass. His hand then went into my underwear and he roughly fingered at my asshole; a little too roughly that it stung. "Owww," I groaned and pulled away.

"What do you want?" he asked me, brusquely. I felt shy and he asked me again more aggressively.

"I wanna suck your cock," I told him looking down at his impressive bulge - I knew he must already be wearing his cock ring.

"And?!" he demanded to know.

"And I want you to fuck me..." I said sheepishly. With that he reached out and started fingering my hole again roughly. When I pulled back this time, he didn't allow me and pushed his finger deeper inside. "HMmmmm," I groaned again, unable to resist the intense sensation of his fingering in my ass.

He licked his finger and started to aggressively force open my asshole: "You want me to fuck you", he grinned. The atmosphere was tense between us, but the weed made me feel calm, and I didn't feel especially ill-at-ease in his presence. I had a feeling that his cock would actually be less invasive than his fingers, so I reached down to open up his belt and jeans buckle and I started to squeeze his cock with my hand.

"Good boy...see you do want it," he said with another wide grin.

He continued fingering my hole quite aggressively now. I pulled out the lube and squeezed some onto his dick, taking a welcome hit on the poppers and turning myself away from him, hoping he would soon replace his rough fingers with his now throbbing cock. I was reaching round and jerking his cock, attempting vainly to get him as far along as I could before we started fucking. I had a feeling this was going to be a wild ride. I leaned forward with my hands out in front of me pushing against the trunk of a tree, as he lined his dick up against my hole and grabbed me by the hips, forcing me to bend my knees slightly. I was squatting forward and I knew that my legs would get tired in this position quickly. I took a long hit on the poppers and could feel instantly that my legs began to quiver. I wasn't sure how long I could stay standing like this.

Finally he pushed forward. My instant reflex was to move forward with him to try to escape the huge pressure being exerted on my asshole by his massive cockhead. He was holding me by the hips with both hands and didn't let me move, in fact he started pulling me closer towards him; his bell-end penetrating my sphincter pushing it wide open with a short, sharp burning sensation. For 10 seconds it was agony and I wanted him to pull out, but he held firm. He had a much greater urgency this time, and without further ado, he began pushing forward with ever increasing pressure. My hole burned and the pain shot up through my abdomen - my asshole felt like it would tear wide open and I yelled out in discomfort.

"GENTLY, PLEASE...please, baby" I tried to plead, but he continued deeper and I felt my hole stretch out further as the girthy base of his dick finally began to enter me. It was all over in around 25 seconds, I felt his full 10-inch, girthy meat filling up my bowels and he waited for a split second before withdrawing almost completely. It felt like he ripped out my entire insides before ramming fully back inside to the hilt. I begged him again to go gently or to allow my sphincter a moment to relax.

"You asked me to fuck you!" he said gruffly and continued his deep assault. I pulled back my hand, reaching frantically for the poppers. I worried that my legs would give way without the support of my hands on the tree but I needed some relief. I somehow managed to take a few long hits between thrusts on the bottle of poppers, but this only served to unleash an even more determined Bobby.

He was fucking my manhole as hard and as deep as he could muster, and I sensed that his aim at that moment was to cause me as much discomfort as possible - I wasn't sure why, but the more he stretched me out and ruined my cunt, the more he seemed to get off. I was taking hits on the poppers at every opportunity I could, and though it seemed to take forever, I gradually felt that my hole was easing up and relaxing. The discomfort began to pass and although the position he forced me to stand in was hard to hold, I slowly found myself pushing into the thrusts and enjoying his extreme size inside my pussy. It was faster and harder than I had ever been fucked before, and I couldn't resist the temptation to reach round and feel my sphincter stretched to the absolute max around his thick meat. He began to periodically swing side to side between strokes as if he was trying to dig out my hole and loosen it as much as possible with his dick.

Eventually he pulled out and began fingering me much deeper again, now I could feel the unmistakable openness of my hole. Without warning he rammed his penis back inside me, and began fucking me in hard long thrusts again. Even with poppers, my hole ached and I could feel the lips protruding further out than ever before, yet strangely, I wanted nothing more than for his cock to fill me up and for him to breed me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and used them to leverage his thrusts harder. His cockhead was ramming up against my colon and each thrust dug sharply into my abdomen. I could feel pressure building with every thrust and each time he pulled out I was forced to let the wind exit in loud, sloppy cunt farts. I took more hits on the poppers and felt stoned and in a daze as I thought about how at that moment, my hole was more wrecked than it had ever been before. I mused silently that if my sphincter never closed up again it wouldn't matter, because Bobby had needed to use it for his mammoth cock. I heard him now in my ear:

"Squeeze my cock as hard as you can," he shouted, as he thrust violently in and out, "Squeeze it!" But he had done everything he could to open me wider than ever before, and with all my energy I couldn't squeeze my hole shut around he fat manhood.

"I can't, I'm too loose," I wailed, "you've ruined me."

It was the truth. What's more it seemed to be exactly what Bobby needed to hear and he thrust as deep as he could, intense sensations shooting through me anew. I wanted it to be over but he seemed to have thrust after thrust still inside him. I started to beg for him to cum inside me.

"Please breed me" I pleaded as the feeling became overwhelming.

Finally he crashed forward and I was pushed against the tree as he unloaded wad after wad of his cum inside my ruined fuck-hole. Finally leaning up against me, exhausted and breathless. When he pulled out, I stood dazed and waited for the poppers' haze to wear off a little. I didn't even pull my underwear up as I felt cum dripping uncontrollably out of my cunt. Bobby was tucking himself in, he threw a used tissue down on the grown, looked at me and grunted as he walked away. I was still standing with my raw and bruised hole out against the tree. I slowly began to come to, and tried as best I could to clean myself up before walking back towards the main path. I had never before been fucked some totally in my life.

Still stoned from the weed and hazy from the poppers, I had an acute sense that in my underwear the wet, sloppy hole between my legs had taken on a new importance; it was gaping open and it had now been transformed to its true purpose.


Chapter 7: Becoming a cumdump

Spring had gradually turned to summer in Paris, and the weather was becoming hideously warm. The past two-and-a-half months had been a whirlwind of work mainly, but also of increasingly seedy sex. Work had taken a lot of my time, as I tried to settle in and make a good initial impression in order to pass the probationary period. In every way my life was unrecognisable to the one I'd had in London. Whereas in London I had been invested in being social and had spent much of the previous few years in fairly conventional relationships, in Paris I bore little resemblance to that person from my past.

The drudge of settling in to a new job left me exhausted at the end of my long work-day. Socialising and making friends had fallen by the wayside and on the days I didn't manage to drag myself to the gym, I would barely have the energy to eat, preferring to nap and slump in front of the TV. Inevitably, I would wake late in the evening, when it was too late to do anything, but with one thing on my mind. At least three times a week, I would find myself leaving the apartment late to head towards the wood. It had totally replaced my social life - since I had no friends, and no family living in the city - my support network was non-existent. There was nothing stopping me from falling deeper and deeper into this routine.

I longed for cock; to taste it in my mouth, to enjoy the haze that came from being high on weed, on poppers, or on alcohol, but most of all to have the sweet taste of cum on my tongue. It got dark later now, but the warm weather ensured a healthy supply of dick in the woods. I had gotten to know it much better now; exploring deep into the bushes where you would never expect men to venture, and yet no matter how far you went you always crossed someone. I would set myself targets, telling myself that I had to just swallow two cum loads, before I could come back home to sleep for the night. Inevitably though, two was never enough, I would tell myself just one more load and then I'm done for the night, or just one more lap of the park and I'll go home, but I always ended up staying later. I would suck off 3 men on a quiet night and anything up to 6 or 7 on a busy one, maybe more if a crowd gathered. I'd been reluctant to let them fuck me; somehow keeping that limit, telling myself that as long as it didn't let any old guy in the woods fuck me then it was ok. I wasn't a slut, but of course it didn't matter...I was a cock addicted slut, and soon I would be giving up my ass too.

I had begun noting them down in my phone to try to keep track and remember all the men I had drained. I would often read back over the list during the day and jerk off in my bed thinking about the taste of the sperm in my mouth. I had lists with men's descriptions like, "Short Arab beard - swallowed 3 loads"; "skinny young white guy - shot in throat 2 times" or; "veiny black cock - cum tasted sweet". The only way I could remember who they were. Many of them became regulars of sorts. When we crossed in the bushes or on the dirt tracks in the park, there would be no need for the usual, elusive dance, figuring out what the other was looking for. No, with me they knew exactly what was on offer. With some men a nod of the head was enough for me to change direction and follow them to a discreet spot when I would immediately take my position kneeling in front of them. I always had my poppers with me and when they took their dick out I would get straight to work, not finishing until I had drained their balls, and only satisfied when I knew they had shot their load in my mouth or throat.

Some guys were reluctant to shoot in my mouth. Usually when I first sucked them off I would swallow them without hesitation, but if they freaked, then that was it, I didn't want to suck them again. My aim had become to swallow as many loads as possible. Some guys became almost like acquaintances. We would have small talk and I even knew their names. We would cross in the bushes and chat for a few minutes like old friends in the street, before they began rubbing their growing bulges and asking if I was hungry tonight. Of course, I always obliged. During the week, work forced me to go home and sleep at least part of the night. At the weekend though, I would hang around for hours, or go home and come back until there were no more guys hanging about.

I had seen the guys I previously told you about with some regularity or rather irregularity. I sucked Charles' big cock happily when I saw him. He continued to make love to my throat like a sloppy pussy when he had the chance. I must have swallowed his cum at least 3 times a month for the past two months. And Dou. Dou would pop up irregularly and ask if he could come to my place. I snuck him in usually after my flatmate was asleep and he was not at all interested in getting sucked. I would always start by sucking him, but as soon as he was hard he wanted to stick his massive schlong deep into my guts. I'd never been fucked regularly by a guy who was so large down there. He would go so deep my second sphincter no longer posed any kind of resistance to him. I barely felt the pop anymore, as he forced himself in past it. He would unload inside me once, sometimes twice, and tell me how much he loved to breed my loose pussy. Then he would carry on his way home.

In the beginning, and before all this began, I would have been ashamed if someone told me I was loose. Now the way some of these men admired it, I took pride in having a loose cunt, that would be open for such a well-hung man. I told him early on that any time he needed my pussy, it was there for him to unload in; that I would never refuse his cock - and I truly felt that he deserved the right to use my cunt in this way as a strong, black, alpha male.

So, that pretty much brings you up to date, although I was being a total slut by countless anonymous men off, I somehow convinced myself that I had kept something for myself, some kind of self-respect.

It was the Friday right before my first short break from work. I had booked off a week for a friend to visit from London, but in the end she wasn't able to come. Nonetheless I was happy to have the time off. The temperature had risen, and the head was unbearable during the day. I was more than happy to avoid the metro for the next week. It was already evening and I was laying on my bed, sweating from the unbearable heat. I had no desire to even move a muscle, I knew though that later that night, I would seek out the coolness of the forest. I packed up my pouch with poppers and decided to throw in the lube and some tissues. I don't know if it was the heat or the fact that I felt like I was on vacation, but I decided that I would douche and clean out my hole before heading out that night. A few of the regulars I met there had started pushing me to let them fuck me, although up to that point I had resisted; tonight that would change.

Over the past few months, my sensitivity to sex and what I considered taboo had shifted considerably. If I think back to that first night in the woods sucking off Bobby, a.k.a "XL thick now", I had been petrified about being caught, or the police coming or being watched, even by other cruisers. At this stage though, I had begun to enjoy the attention. I thrived on the fact that we were outside in the open air. It turned me on to know that other men were watching me suck cock, and especially if I thought they were waiting for the same treatment. I also began to understand the unspoken codes of cruising. In certain areas of the park, it was easy to know where a guy would be waiting to suck men off. Small crowds would often congregate around a sucker, and when I saw them after taking a look at the action I would usually head for another zone - knowing that it wouldn't be me sucking these men if I hung around standing there. Better to find my own spot and start a crowd of my own. Sometimes, you would get guys who encouraged others to join in when they were getting sucked, and I would find myself sucking three cocks simultaneously, but most often I was still relieving men one at a time.

Tonight when I arrived, and entered the bushes, walking down one of the dirt tracks I was struck by how much the foliage had grown since I arrived at the beginning of spring. There were endless places now to hide and discover that had been exposed before. I noticed one of those characteristic crowds and decided to wander over to check it out. When I soon saw what was going on. It was a cock sucker in action, but rather a guy stood with his ass out. He had covered his eyes and was facing the trunk of a tree, waiting patiently. Three or four men had gathered around and were starting to hover about, but so far no-one had made a move. I tried to make out the guy who was bottomless. I saw he had a top on and only a thin pair of shorts pulled down to his ankles. I could feel my prick raging in my own Nike shorts. This man was offering his hole to anyone who wanted it and he didn't care who took it. In fact, he wouldn't even see who had fucked him.

Seemingly out of nowhere sprang a young, cocky k**. He can't have been any older than 18 or 19. In typical sports wear, a teenager from the outskirts of Paris. His movements were jerky and he was impatient. I couldn't tell if he was nervous, until I noticed his hand was down on his crotch and he was frantically horny. He reached his other hand forward and started to grab the naked ass exposed in front of us all. The man didn't move, just stood silently waiting for the onslaught that was surely soon to arrive. The teenager pulled out his cock; a fairly impressive 6 or 7 inches and with a gob of saliva he started to lube it up before lining his cock up to the hole. No lube and no prep at at, he rammed his cock forward into the waiting man's fuck-tunnel. He was frantic still, and he reminded me of someone who was young and very inexperienced; he fucked the guy hard for the next two or three minutes, and the man took it stoically moaning with each thrust. Finally the young k** loudly shot his nut and pulled out, walking away without acknowledging any of the other men around.

Later I realised that a lot of the men who came here, were otherwise 'heterosexual' in their day to day lives, and this place was the only place they could let loose.

I stayed only long enough to see that a new man was readying to step up to the now used fuck-hole, and as I walked further into the bushes to find my own quiet territory, I was more inspired than ever, and knew there was a reason I had prepared my hole for tonight's outing.

After a few minutes of walking, I stood in a small opening that was covered on three sides but which opened on to give a good view of one of the main cruising areas. If I stood at this opening, I knew from experience men would see me as they walked past. I reached down to my shorts and pulled the back down slightly exposing my smooth ass cheeks to the cool air of the woods. I stood and waited patiently. A few men walked past, but none came very close or they looked me up and down and didn't stop. I knew though that it was just a waiting game. Before much longer a man approached slowly, he came up right beside me but didn't say a word. We stood in slime barely a meter apart until he reached out and grabbed my ass, rubbing it and pushing his fingers up to massage my hole. Still neither of us said a word. He was the same height and build as me, a white guy with a baseball cap on, but I'd say he would have been in his late thirties. Before leaving the apartment, I had smoked a spliff, but overall I was feeling quite sober. I leant across and put my hand to feel his cock.

"Wow' I whispered, I was pleasantly surprised to feel a thick and growing appendage. It wasn't the biggest I had ever had, but it was certainly a healthy penis for a guy like this. Still the guy said nothing, using body language and his hands to guide me into the position he wanted me in. We skipped the blowjob and he immediately started rubbing his dick against my hole when he had turned me to face away. I put my arms out and leant up against a tree for support. I knew he wanted to penetrate me, so I pulled out my lube and greased his cock behind my back. I pulled out the poppers and took a large hit, knowing that even though I was now accustomed to girthy meat, it still helped to relax me in the beginning. Within moments he was fucking me hard with long, deep strokes. I imagined myself as the slut who was being fucked a few hundred yards away. Although truth be told, I would have been too nervous to stand anonymously for a queue of men to fuck me.

We fucked like this for a while, until finally a shuffling close by made us take stock of what was happening around us. Someone was standing observing us not too far away, and the guy in the baseball cap motioned for him to come closer. It was a North African guy with his equally thick, but cut cock out jerking in his hand. The baseball cap guy reached out and pulled him towards us as I felt him pull his dick out of my hole. He began lining up to stick his cock inside my hole uninvited. I reached back and intended to push him away, not totally convinced I should be allowing this to happen. The baseball cap guy swiftly held my arms and pushed them away; I withdrew my resistance, and before I knew it this second guy was fucking my now slippery, loose hole.

Over the next 10 minutes, they took turns fucking me, thrusting in and out a few times before giving the way to the other guy, and continuing in this way until I really felt like my pussy was wide open in the breeze. The guy in the cap eventually leaned forward and spoke for the first time, "Want some G?" he asked.

"Huh?" I moaned, I didn't catch on at first what he was talking about.

"Here, drink some," he said, handing me a small bottle of coke. I knew what GHB was, I knew some friends who would take it when we partied, but I had always stayed away myself. Without much hesitation or thinking of the consequences, I took a mouthful and swallowed it down. The North African then started fucking me relentlessly. I could tell he wanted to get his but, and get out of there. I could feel his fat cock swelling inside me and with a grunt he shot his load. He pulled out a tissue, thanked me and walked away.

I expected the guy with the baseball cap to step up, but when I looked around, he was just standing waiting. I pulled my shorts up and stood beside him.

"Wait a few minutes for that to settle in," he smiled. We chatted for a while, but it was an awkward and stilted conversation. The only thing I remember from that conversation is that his name was Paul and he didn't want to shoot his load yet. Within minutes though I was no longer focused on our conversation. I was feeling euphoric and more turned on than ever. Paul instructed me to lower my shorts again. I felt sexy and more confident even than before about showing my ass off. Paul began feeling me up again and told me to take out my lube and the poppers. He was fingering my hole and I couldn't get enough of it. I took a hit on the poppers and for the next few moments was totally lost in a haze.

When I came to, there was another guy there also fingering my hole. Paul was whispering to him, and I only picked the words "whore" and "slut". Instead of feeling ashamed, it turned me on even more. I looked back to see Paul guiding the mysterious man to fuck my ass. I wasn't even bothered at that moment to take a proper look at who was entering my open pussy. I focused on taking more hits on the poppers and being an available fuck-hole for these men. Over the next hour, Paul took charge of inviting men to use my hole in this secluded part of the woods. Somewhere, in the back of my mind I knew I would feel ashamed the following morning - the fact that I could see men coming up and watching and walking away, they had seen my face and they saw that I was being a cumdump to anyone who wanted to use me, but in the heat of being fucked, I didn't care. I had never felt such an uninhibited desire for my cunt to be used and by giving over the control to Paul, I had removed the final barrier to me becoming a cumdump in the woods. I could justify it now to myself that I hadn't chosen it, but that Paul had made me do it; of course I had freely given him control of my pussy.

My mind was spinning and I was enjoying every minute; what I wanted more than anything though was for Bobby to arrive and fuck me again. I replayed the previous time in my mind; the painful and relentless cuntification he had made me endure. I dreamed that he would be there and in front of everyone, in front of the crowd of men, he would destroy my pussy and leave me gaping open. I wanted to be that for him. As it was, Bobby didn't come that night.

It seemed to me, when I paid enough attention, that Paul was not just inviting any guy, but selecting the ones who were well- to very well-hung. Each one cumming deep inside me as if it went without saying. During each invited fuck, Paul stood beside me and chanted in my ear, guiding me in my haze into a trance.

"You're gonna take any dick I tell you, your fuck-hole is mine to give to anyone I want, after this you'll be so loose your cunt will never close up again. This is what you were born to do." he droned on and on in my ear. When the guys pulled out he would reach around and put his fingers inside me, and either finger me, or bring the juice up to my mouth to taste. Anytime a guy pulled out, I reached around too to feel my open hole. I felt so soft and I could push inside like never before. Like Paul said to me, I wanted to be gaping open like this forever.

If I am honest, it was the realisation of a deep-seeded fantasy I had had since I was a teenager, but not one that I would have ever dared to act out. I was beginning to realise that the best sex scenes were often those that were totally spontaneous. The GHB had liberated me, and yet I had no intention of doing it when I left the apartment that evening.

I was pleased to see that the next guy to come up was a black guy, with a head of long dreadlocks, tied up in a pony-tale; he was handsome and I wanted to feel him inside me immediately. He told me forcefully that he wanted me to suck him so we started in that way, but as soon as he was hard he pulled me up to standing and turned me around. I realised that I was no longer re-applying lube between fucks. My hole was a sloppy mess, and each guy that entered me left me slimier than before. I noticed that Paul was hard now, and he too began to join in again - taking turns to piston me deep into my guts like earlier with the first guy. The two of them began to become more violent, and I don't think it was that often that these guys found a younger guy like me who was willing to let anyone breed him without question. The black guy was really digging me out now with his thrusts, I could feel that I needed more lube, but he was getting faster so I let him keep going 'til he unloaded inside me. I knew that my hole felt loose but it wasn't until he had pulled out and was cleaning me off that I finally realised the size of his dick; it was easily a thick, 10-inch cock and yet I had barely struggled to accommodate him in my wide fuck-hole.

Paul told me he was too high to cum, but wanted my number to keep in touch, and with that he disappeared and I was finally stood alone. Standing there cleaning off my hole, it dawned on me that I was really high still and much of what I had just endured was a blur, in fact instead of heading home, and continued to walk around my usual routes. I don't remember how many more encounters I had, but I have hazy memories of being both kneeling down sucking a dick, and being bent over a low fence being fucked in my ass again. I have no idea how many different men came inside me that night.

When I woke the following morning, I had a splitting headache, and still felt woozy. I reached down and felt the damage. My asshole was tender and I felt my sphincter protruding like puckered lips. I look back on that night now, along with the aggressive fuck when Bobby violated me, as two steps in the progression of my asshole into a real cunt.

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.

I sat on a bench contemplating this fantasy and cruising the guys on the now fresh grid of my Grindr 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. So 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, 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 older than me but skinny and tall, with beautiful dark-chocolate skin. His dick was cut too and short 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 and a hand beckoned me in. 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 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. We'll call him Cam. Cam from Senegal. I wanted him to fuck me, but then he asked me if I minded 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, and even skinnier than Adama. He wasted no time stripping down so he was walking around the place naked like he owned it. 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 since he arrived, he didn't even acknowledge that I was there. I could see they were taking some kind of pills but I was content to enjoy the weed high 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 back gland on my tongue, but he seemed keen to move right into 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, fantasising 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 sitting in his lap, facing him. He kissed me and I felt the fat head of his dick brushing against the opening to my hungry cock-sheath. It was up to me to lower myself onto him, but the sheer girth sent pain shooting through me as I tried to lower onto it. Eventually, Adama grabbed my arms that I had down on the mattress for support and pulled them away. Several inches of his girth pushed inside me as I fell to the ground. I groaned loudly. We began rocking rhythmically as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper inside me, 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 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 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 you spent most of your life with 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 his 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.

"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. "Your hole is a pussy; that's what it's for. That is what I will use 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 ass-pussy up like this. My ass-pussy 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 rocking rhythm I began to feel Adama's cock throbbing and swelling inside me as he shot his load. 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. In the meantime, Boubabcar was out of the shower and had let a third man in. Adama was out of it, now relaxing on the corner of the mattress and this time there were no introductions. There was plenty of space, 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 body 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 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 nervous 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 cut too. He was clearly high on the same stuff as Adama and was now only interested in one thing.

He rammed his cock deep into my guts in one fell swoop. It hurt as I felt his long dick jab into my insides. I tried to pull back but he 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 uncontrollably 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.

My sphincter was now not only widely gaping, but I had been well-opened deeply into my guts and I could feel pressure building, as 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 so. 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 and 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 mounted me. He rubbed my face and body and guided the hard dick towards my open hole. 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 inside me.

I reached 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. He held for a second until I begged him with my eyes to push all the way back inside me as he did with a long squishing sound, as his cock displaced the old lube and cum which was inhabiting my fuck-tunnel. 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 just helpless, along for the ride; but totally in heaven. My hole had begun to ache, but he wouldn't allow me to take any poppers, when I reached for them

"You'll know your hole was gang-banged tomorrow," he said, smiling menacingly. He seemed to thrust endlessly until my hole was numb and the thrusts almost meant nothing, since I could only feel pressure and that I was gaping open at this stage. At some point he came, and I was relieved to be able to put some cooling lube on my raw ring after he pulled out. Over the next two to three hours I was fucked sporadically; feeling ever more 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 and they gave me some beer. 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 with Boubacar's turn, but I reminded myself that I had no choice but to accept 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 presumed he had taken a valium because though the whole night he fat, brown tree-stump remained raging hard. He came over to me, laid 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 inside. 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 intense and for him the warmth and snugness fulfilled his desire to be inside a pussy. When eventually he pulled out, telling me I had to leave my hole gaped open like never before. I had lost feeling in the muscles around my hole, and it didn't even attempt to close up again. Without showering I got dressed and 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.

Chapter 9: Cruising at the beach

It was a pretty last-minute decision after what I could only describe as a full weekend. Friday evening I had been the bottom in my first gang-bang. Three well-hung tops on one worn-out bottom. Adama's girth had opened me up so much, I could still feel the sensation of him inside me on Sunday evening. Of course, I had indulged my thirst for cum on the Saturday night even so - taking a my usual tour of the woods and servicing anyone in need, but I had fought off the desire to give up my hole again. In a flash of spontaneity, I'd booked a ticket to get out of town for the rest of my week off. It was not yet the school holidays, and I figured a vacation now would be the perfect chance to see some of France before everywhere was packed with tourists. Sunday morning while lying in bed with touching my hole and feeling it's progress to becoming a well-used, cum hole, I booked a ticket for a long weekend away later in the week. Then I rolled over and started searching for the porn that was my new obsession; gaping asses.

The next few days were a lazy mix of long days in bed, casually cruising - both on and offline - and planning my trip to the sun. I decided on Nice on a whim, but the more I researched the town, the more I began looking forward to my little get-away. My first point of reference was gay bars. I looked up to see where the main locales were and booked my hotel accordingly. When I arrived, I soon realised that the downtown area of the city is compact enough that a central hotel is ideal no matter where it's based. Nonetheless, I was glad to have a bit of action close-by. After everything was booked, I began some more research; a museum, maybe a gallery. It wasn't long though before I had started to search for cruising spots. I was happy to learn that there was a LGBT film festival on and there were plenty of listings in the local cruise spot directory, chiefly among them a nudist beach.

Two days later I was on the road. It was a 5-hour journey, but in the high-speed train the journey flew by after I had found myself a little entertainment. The moment I sat down on the train, my phone came out and I loaded up Grindr out of habit more than anything. There were several guys close by, several of whose taglines told which train they were on. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "none are on my train on the 2671". I updated my own tagline with my train number and waited to take off. After going down the train to check out the food cart, I'd almost forgotten to check in on the app, so I was pleasantly surprised upon returning to my seat that I had a message from a guy on the same train.

It was a German guy, only travelling half-way to Lyon, but that gave us plenty of time. I didn't waste a moment finding out if he was up for being drained in the toilet. Bingo! He sent me a cock picture. "Not bad," I thought to myself nodding, trying to keep my phone screen out of view of my immediate neighbour. His cock was a nice girth and about 6 or 7 inches long, with a long foreskin. The train was busy though so I was anxious to see how we would sort it out. The German suggested I walk down the train (the full length was at upwards of 10 long carriages), because he had seen a set of two toilets close by where there were lots of empty seats. When it came to passing to action, I wasn't sure though - until he sent me a picture of his cum-shot. Oh shit, I had rarely seen that big a load, and immediately it got me fired up. I had the image in my mind as I marched down the train to the end carriage. When I arrived, he was standing there and I was impressed at his obviously great body under his clothes. He nodded an acknowledgement of recognition and went into the toilet, I immediately followed. It was a door directly into the train aisle, so on the way back out, I was concerned that anyone would spot us if they were standing outside, but he already had his cock out in his hand.

I knelt down and took his fleshy, pale cock into my mouth. It was warm and moist in my mouth, and it took a moment of my tongue's attention before I felt his begin to swell in my mouth. I reached up and felt his hard abs. He had strong thighs too, and they felt nice to put my hands up against. He was thrusting now, in and out of my mouth and admittedly we both felt the urge to get things done as quickly as possible. To that end, he suddenly pulled out and began jerking himself off with his hand. I felt a little disappointed because I had just really been getting into the swing of it. Fortunately though, he ordered me to look at him and open my mouth wide. I was staring him right in the eyes with my mouth open and tongue out waiting patiently for his thick nut to arrive; he didn't disappoint. With a grunt the first jet shot over my face, I moved myself slightly to reposition my mouth, as he shot gush after gush of his copious cum-load into my mouth. After the 6th or 7th jet, he calmed a little but he still had a few smaller shots in him. Finally he took his thumb and rubbed it around my face collecting up any that had splashed on my face and drew it down into my mouth too. I swished it around my mouth, amazed at the full mouthful of sperm I had received from just one guy and savoured the taste for as long as possible. I swallowed it all down in one gulp. It was heaven.

Before I knew it, he was zipped up and ready to go. Fortunately, no one was standing outside, and I was able to return to my seat in peace, feeling content with myself. I wondered how many seemingly ordinary situations men found to get their nut. Had I been missing out on a world of pleasure and seediness. Now I knew, I would be able to find men to please at any time, if I was motivated enough. Unfortunately, during the rest of the train ride no more opportunities arose. By evening though I was checked into my hotel and went out to check out the town. There was a gay bar just own the street and I fancied a beer to start my vacation. It was still the middle of the week though, so when I went it was quiet. I sat outside on the terrace and made the most of the warm, humid air. There were a few guys around but it seemed to be couples or a few groups of friends, no-one that was really paying attention. I continued drinking my beer. My phone battery had died after a long day of being on the go, and using it to cruise for men. So I thought why not have a night off.

I wasn't paying much attention, but I realised after a while there was one other lonesome guy sitting on the deck outside the bar, drinking alone. When I finally noticed him, I became aware that he was looking at me and staring even. I glanced over but just a moment to catch his eye and look away again. He was older than me, not much but his face looked worn. His skin was dark, both his natural complexion and it looked like he had been out in the sun a lot. It was pockmarked with acne scars and a few other scars of unknown origin. He had stubble like he hadn't bothered to shave the past few days and unkempt dark hair. Definitely Arabic origin, I thought to myself. I continued to enjoy my beer without looking over to him, yet sensed his eyes on me. I tried discreetly to get a look at him without catching his eye. He had a loose vest on, and he was skinny, his arms were long, slim and hairy. I could see there were patches of hair on his chest too. "Eugh," I thought to myself, "not at all my type". He was definitely what I would describe as ugly. I did my best to ignore him, as I finished my beer and felt relaxed about the slow pace of the evening.

Eventually, I could see the ugly, Arabic guy shifting about in the corner of eye, readying himself to leave. He stood up facing away from me and I saw that even as he stood he seemed to be unattractive, tall but crouched over almost with a hunch in his back. His shorts were high and they clearly showed his legs; long and skinny too. He stepped around to push his chair in as he was leaving and swung back around to face me. That's when I saw it; in his shorts there was a huge bulge, obscenely large, and I could tell immediately that he was wearing nothing underneath his shorts. His dick was flaccid and it hung low and large in front of him. Something in me clicked, and I looked him in the eyes, smiled and gave him a brief wave as he was leaving. I couldn't believe it and I felt a little guilty, but knowing he was hung so big totally changed my perception of him; I now found him extremely attractive, and could get the image of his bulge out of my mind.

I followed him with my eyes as he walked off down the street, quickly finishing my beer and darting off in the same direction. Damn, why hadn't I bought a charger for my phone; I was sure he would be on Grindr. I walked around the small streets, searching for a trace of him but to no avail. Finally I admitted defeat and headed back to the hotel. I checked out Grindr when I got back but was only interested in the super-hung Arab who'd left me alone at the terrace.

The following morning, I promised myself I had to do something cultural and set about looking for a museum, so at least I could justify spending the rest of my trip hunting for cock. Shortly before lunch I climbed up the rock face at the end of the promenade to get a good view of the town and waterfront. It gave stunning views out to the Mediterranean, and after taking a few photos, I felt like I had earned the rest of the day to relax. I had read about a nudist area "Coco Beach" popular with gay men that was walking distance along the coast from the main beach and from up here I'd hoped I could get a look, but no such luck. I descended back down to grab some lunch before dedicating my whole afternoon to Coco Beach.

As I set off, I first tried to walk along the seafront, but it was too rocky and I came across several points where it wasn't possible to pass. On my phone I saw that I could follow the main road and then climb down to the beach, so I set off in this way. The Cote d'Azur doesn't have the best beaches in my opinion and I was a little disappointed arriving at Coco Beach to discover a flat, rocky area rather than sandy alcove. I looked around though and tried to get a sense of the layout. It wasn't large, but there were several flat areas, and a number of large boulders and areas where the rocks jutted out into the sea. There were also a few areas which you could hide away in for some privacy and behind the beach its land rose steeply with some bushy areas and dirt paths. There were a number of men sunbathing on the rocks, and I began climbing down looking out for a flat area with a good spot to overlook the crowd.

The men perked up to inspect who the new person was among them. I took stock. Several couples, one or two men sunbathing alone. Mostly older men, some much older than me. When I got myself a spot, I began to undress and for the first time got naked on a beach. I was slightly anxious, but felt surprisingly liberated once I lay naked on my towel, enjoying the warm sun beating down on my body.. I had decided not to bring my phone just in case I wanted to go swimming or otherwise had to leave my stuff. I had sunglasses on and perched my bag behind my head so I could discreetly look at the men without obviously starring. It was hard to get a sense of what was going on, but by observing I began to see that some men were definitely checking out the goods available. Touching themselves discreetly, but overall it wasn't a seedy atmosphere. I swam some and generally enjoyed the hot weather. Men came and went over the afternoon, and finally I noticed a guy sat a little over to the opposite side who was super hot. His body was defined and nicely tanned, with a nice bush of hair surrounding a tidy, and average-sized dick and balls. He was looking over and we continued to flirt this way for a while. Sometimes I stood up to give him a look at my ass, or to jump into the water, and he did the same. I had the sense he definitely wanted something to happen here between us. I began looking for a secluded spot.

When I was distracted, I didn't notice another man descending from the road behind me until he was really up close and passed within a meter or so of where I was sitting. I saw the shadow first and then looked up to see the humongous bulge pass before my eyes, I looked up to see the ugly Arab grinning down at me as he walked past. His teeth were crooked but at least clean. He was smoking, he laid down his towel and sat down a few meters from me in a small alcove of the rock. I watched him, his crooked, skinny, tanned body as he undressed in front of me, waiting patiently and longingly for him to expose himself to me. Finally he reached down to the waistband of his shorts, pulled them down and stepped out of them and stood before me totally naked. His skinniness would otherwise have been unattractive, but I didn't anymore. My eyes were fixated on an extremely plump, long, cut cut hanging between his legs. It was breath-taking. It stuck out by the sheer volume against his skinny-frame, probably the largest flaccid cock I had ever seen. I raised my head until our eyes met and he stared at me for a long moment, before sitting down with his back on the rocks facing me. I broke from his gaze and looked around. No one else seemed to be paying attention, except for the guy from opposite I had been flirting with moments before. He was motioning with his head to head over to a small cover beside him. I hesitated.

"Do I go with the hot guy with the average size cock or the ugly guy with the enormous cock?" I thought, but there was no contest. I couldn't take my eyes off the guy in front of me. I smiled over at the ugly, Arabic guy and lay back down on the rock facing him. He was sitting with one knee up to his chest and the other leg out in front of him. His fat meat hung between his legs and the bell-end rested invitingly on the rock. Fuck! I wanted so much to go over and take it into my mouth. I reached down and began to discreetly touch myself, but was anxious that it would make me hard. The Arab didn't have the same hesitation. Hidden from view, except from my hungry gaze, he was slowly stroking his massive member, grinning in my direction. I lowered my sunglasses, to demonstrate my interest. I was now oblivious to anything going on around us.

Gradually his large meat began to harden and thicken in his hand. He swung it around and played with it, as I slowly felt my own relatively small penis stiffen at the sight. I was licking my lips showing every intention of what I so desperately wanted. He stood up and left his dick swing free. It was so large it hung down and swung like a pendulum between his legs, rather than sticking up right. A comfortable 10 inches and girth that would require more than one hand to reach a round; it was a real porn-star penis. He shamelessly walked down the rocks and dived into the water. I told myself that I couldn't miss this opportunity and that I would have to be bold if I was to get what I wanted.

When he emerged from the water and took his place, we carried on our flirting from a distance for the next couple of hours while we sunbathed. I turned on my side so I could give myself an erection and not be too obvious, between dips in the ocean. His dick was exposed the whole time and he knew very well what his best asset was, putting it on display for the world to see. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore,I got up and walked over with intent.

"Got a light," I asked, hoping he would respond to my advance.

"Here," he replied, holding up a small lighter to my hand. I had brought a spliff with me and wasn't sure if I should be offering him, but I took a chance.

"Fancy sharing this?" I asked, holding it up to him.

I sat down beside him on the jaggedy and uncomfortable rocks as I lit up the joint. It was only a small one and it wouldn't take long for us to finish it. I handed it to him and waited 'til he took a drag, then I dared to reach out and stroke his imposing man-meat with my hand. He smiled and so I took it in my hand. It was flaccid again, but even in this state my hand didn't reach around the whole girth. I began to squeeze him and stroke gently. We continued like this for the next few minutes until the spliff was finished and I felt relaxed enough to lean forward and lick the tip of his big dick. It would certainly be a mouthful, just the gland alone would fill me up. Finally he suggested that we take a walk.

I grabbed my stuff and threw on my t-shirt and shorts, and followed as he led us up the rocks to the road, we immediately crossed over and started ascending further up into the bushes which opened out onto a plateau hidden from the road. As I walked along the dry, dusty paths between fried shrubbery, I noticed my first hints of excitement. Old, used condoms were strewn around the ground, under bushes, just at the side of the path, everywhere I looked I could see at least one worn piece of rubber. I began to get hard again at the thought of what was to come. As the bushes grew denser, the Arab eventually turned off the path into a small opening where I turned over a stump that formed a kind of natural bench. He stood and turned waiting for me to catch up, his cock literally bulging out of his small shorts.

I came up opposite him, looking up to his eyes - he was around 6' 6" - and I realised how lanky he was. My hand reached out in front of me and immediately was drawn to his cock. I still couldn't believe how large his meat was. His wasn't even fully engorged, yet it totally filled my hand with its heavy girth. I squeezed it and slowly pulled down his shorts, to reveal it in all its glory. The contrast of this dark horsecock, attached to this slim, spindly man only served to emphasize what a large member he had, and I wanted nothing more than to have him inside my mouth. His hands grabbed me, spinning us around, as he walked me backwards to the stump and guided me to sit down. As I sat back, my head lined up perfectly with his crotch as my eyes bulged as they devoured the sight of this beautiful python.

I took out my poppers and began licking all around his crotch, starting with the balls and massaging and giving as much pleasure to this man as I could. I wasn't in a rush to end this experience. At this point his cock was throbbing and I could tell he was fully erect, but the weight of his meat dragged it downwards, until finally he stepped forward and taking the large pipe in his hand entered my mouth. He was gentle but firm, ensuring that progress was steady and his cockhead was soon pushing on the back of my mouth, trying to gain entrance to my throat. It was nowhere near the thickest part of the base and I could already feel my jaw was stretched as wide as possible. The pressure was building and becoming ever more painful, until I had no choice but to reach for the poppers. I withdrew my head and took 2 long inhales in each nostril then waited a moment for the effects to take hold.

I opened my mouth and he entered me again, this time pushing the head well into the entrance to my throat. This was his chance to open me up and he didn't waste a moment. At first my throat seemed able to accommodate his large girth, but as he began to thrust he was stretching me open wider and going deeper than any cock had been before. I could feel the pain building in my throat, but the poppers suppressed my gag reflex for now. This went on for a while and tears were streaming down my cheeks as I took the forceful facebook. Soon though the poppers began to wear off and I could feel a retch coming up from my stomach with each deep thrust. I couldn't take it anymore and wanted him to pull out, instead he held himself deep inside me and took charge of the poppers, holding one of my nostrils closed and putting the poppers up to the other nostril.

For the next 30 minutes, he kept me poppered up as his large pole made itself a new home in my oesophagus. He alternated between period of long thrusts, and short sharps ones, then holding himself deep inside me, blocking my airway until i was gasping for air and he would slowly withdraw just enough for me to get a breath, but immediately hit me with another round of poppers and then re-enter my throat when he felt my resistance melt away. It was during one of these long pauses where his cock was buried the full 10 inches inside me, that I felt his body tense up and a slight moan as his cock pulsed in my mouth. The poppers heightened my senses and I could feel 12 consecutive throbs of his cock inside my throat, and I knew he was unloading his sperm directly into my food pipe. I didn't taste anything, but when he finally pulled I knew he had been satisfied.

I put in extra effort at small talk with him, talking briefly about my trip and trying to get to know a little about him; I wanted him to believe I was genuinely interested in him and not just his massive manhood. Karim was his name and he lived a while on the coast, so often came into Nice to go out and meet guys.

It was dusk now and I decided I didn't want to let thick magnificent cock get away; I insisted that Karim come back to the hotel with me and we could eat and get a drink together. As we walked down the hill, he stood beside me and stroked his hand against my ass and ran his finger into my shorts and along my hole. When we reached the main road, I presumed he would stop, but as shamelessly as he had been walking around with the large bulge in his pants, he continued groping me as we came off the promenade and entered the old town again. I led him this way back to my hotel room. We showered and headed out to grab something to eat, hoping I could entice him into round two, but he said he had to go home and had something to do the following morning. We agreed to meet at the beach the following afternoon where he assured me he would be "better prepared" this time. I wondered what he meant, and agreed giddily to meet him there. Still, that night I managed to suck off a guy from Grindr, and organise to suck off another the following morning before lunch. My appetite for cock and cum was becoming insatiable.

The following day continued on the same with Karim, no big surprises. I arrived before him at the beach and spent some time looking at the offerings on the Coco Beach, wondering if I had time to entice someone in a blowjob in the bushes, but before anything came to fruition, Karim arrived and headed straight for me. Just like the previous days, the large appendage hung obscenity in the front of his shorts, and he was carrying a bag over his shoulder. He stripped and sat down beside me on the rocks, looking me in the face and slowly stroking his cock. He oozed sex, and it excited me so much. Before, I would have been too embarrassed to get naked on a nudist beach like this, let alone openly sit beside a guy clearly because he had the largest cock on offer. Now though it turned me on; I wanted all the guys to know that I was a slut for this huge dick. That I had taken it inside me. I really wanted to suck him, and stole strokes and licks at opportune moments, but otherwise we just enjoyed being naked and could have been mistaken for an intimate couple spending a day at the beach.

When it was time to go, I suggested a repeat of the previous evening, but Karim wanted to go back to the hotel. He had been fingering my hole throughout the day discreetly, and I knew what was in store for my pussy that night; total annihilation. We showered at the hotel, and he told me I should get myself cleaned up for the night; meaning I should douche. I gladly obliged. Douching had become a thrill for me - and I loved the feeling of fullness and anticipation that came with it.

When I got out, the foreplay started immediately. I sucked him before a while and took some hits on the poppers, and he fingered me gently. I asked him if he wanted to stay the night in my hotel, and he agreed excitedly saying he had a fun night in store for us. It took off the pressure to rush things through, and so we smoked a spliff to relax a little while I sucked on his bell-end like a baby calf on a teat. He was fingering my hole and I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He turned to me grinning:

"I like it loose and sloppy," looking me in the eyes, his fingers rubbed at my ass and he pushed open my slit. "You have to really want it."

"I REALLY want it," I told him, shifting myself up so I could begin stroking his cock now.

"I have something to help," he said, reaching over to bring his bag closer. He rummaged around with his free hand and pulled out a butt-plug. I was a little shocked, only because it was so unexpected, but I went with the flow, and told him I would do anything he wanted; my eyes fixated on his growing boner.

"Perfect," he grinned, "let's get started."

I obviously knew what a butt-plug was, but i had never indulged in sex toys; not seriously anyway. My old boyfriend had bought a novelty dildo one time and used it on me a few times, but it was small and cheap, so I didn't really enjoy the sensation. Butt-plugs - I later discovered - were more about the power exchange and control. Karim's was imposing, probably a little thicker than his cock but smaller in length. Nonetheless, it was definitely the girthiest object I had even taken in my hole. He lay me down and handed me the poppers, lubing up the large black plug he had in his hand. I was glad he had ordered me to douche my hole deeply.

He was slow, gentle and methodical, bringing the plug inside my hole until he felt the resistance build too strong to go any further, he held and he withdrew, doing this over and over again. For my part, the anal massage felt incredible and when the pressure built he only held it a moment, so it was ok. I was sure he must have reached close to the thickest part, although I couldn't see anything.

"OK, let's try to go to two-thirds," he declared and he held it up to show me.

"How much is already inside?" I asked, a little anxious, and he put his finger about half way along the length of the black plug.

"BREATHE!" he demanded, and began to push hard into me. This time the pressure on my anus was uncomfortable, and I could tell this was not going to be as easy as I had thought. He held it in place, until I found myself pulling away when the pressure on my sphincter grew to be too much. We continued like this for a while until I requested a break. I thought about backing out, back when I looked down at him crouched on the bed, the huge pork sword between his legs made me push on.

"OK, I can take it all," I said, determined to move on to the real thing. He told me to take a long hit of the poppers and he pushed the plug inside me; this time the pressure was a burning pain that grew and grew until it was unbearable..I pulled away. He ordered me to take a hit on the poppers and before the pain had subsided he re-applied the pressure. I had never felt something so large inside my anal passage, and as I felt my hole stretch I though I might faint, my anus was on fire.

"ARGHHGHG!" I yelled out involuntarily, as he forced the widest part inside me. "HHHMMM," I moaned as my sphincter closed around the neck of the plug, and I finally had some relief. I held it inside me. It felt snug and beautifully full. Karim was anticipating me and he held the poppers up for me to take another hit.

"Push it out", he demanded. I began to push like I was taking a shit. Oh god! The pain was as bad again, then POP, out it came. Karim quickly lined it back up and pushed it inside me again. He gave me another hit of the poppers, as my asshole adjusted to the size again. Then I pushed it out again. This went on for 5 or 6 times, until I resisted him pushing it in again:

"Shhshhh, last time," he said, applying pressure and I felt it pop into place. He pulled out his phone and set a timer.

"OK, keep it inside for 20 minutes," he smiled, lying down beside me and hugging me tight.

With the poppers rushing through me I thought that 20 minutes would be fine, I could do that easily. After a few minutes - maybe not even 2 minutes - the pressure inside me was building and becoming unbearable.

"I need to shit!", I said, trying to roll free of his grip, but he held me tight.

"Take a hit of the poppers," he insisted. I knew that he wasn't going to let me go easily. We continued like this for the next 20 minutes. I felt an uncontrollable urge to empty my bowels and he insisted I just needed another hit of the poppers.

"You're just not used to it," he explained to me, holding me tightly still, "you have to learn to enjoy the sensation."

He was right, and when I took the poppers and allowed myself to embrace the feeling of fullness in my colon, the sensation felt amazing, and I was able to resist the temptation to push the plug out of my hole. When his timer sounded, he told me I could push it out, but I held it another minute longer, telling myself that I should show him how keen I was. When finally I pushed it out, I reached around and felt my hole; it gaped and felt beautiful to touch. I got up and sat on the toilet to shit, but nothing came out.

"See! It's just the feeling you have to enjoy." He was right and I appreciated this lesson.

When I lay back down on the bed, I took a hit on the poppers and asked him if he would use the plug on my hole again. He pushed it in and another few times with little resistance, and I was amazed at the difference from only half an hour before. He pulled it out one last time and sat it down on the bedside table. Then holding my hips he turned me onto my front and lipped up my hips so my ass was in the air. He shoved a pillow under my waist and started stroking his cock as it swelled.

"You have to really want it," he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, rubbing his massive weapon against my exposed and now gaping hole. "Show me you want it." he whispered. I'd never been good at talking dirty, but my whole was so wide open, I couldn't imagine him not putting his large girth inside me.

"Please!" I begged, "I want you to fuck me..I want you inside me!" I moaned, pushing my ass up to meet his cock. He thrust against me and I felt the girth of his wide load rubbing against my hole. It felt so thick and it wasn't even inside yet.

"What do you want?", he moaned in my ear, as I became more desperate to feel him penetrate me.

"I need you in my pussy, I want you to wreck my cunt!" I groaned, begging him in as vulgar language as I could muster.

"Fuck, I love a sloppy cunt!", he moaned, finally pushing his bell-end into my waiting sphincter.

At first, he seemed to enter me easily, and I felt my anus expand to welcome the first few inches of this monster cock. He drew out and thrust back in and allowed my hole that he had gaped with the butt-plug to get used to being open again. Gradually, as he thrusts became deeper and he penetrated me far past the point of the butt-plug, I knew that was not going to be comfortable for me. I had the poppers in my hand, and every few thrusts I was taking fresh hits, and focusing on pushing out my sphincter to open myself up as much as possible.

"I'm half way!" he declared, and I wanted to pull myself off, but I knew I had to show him I wanted it. I kept pushing back and allowing him to penetrate me even further. The feeling deep inside my colon became unbearable. With each thrust he was rearranging my guts and I moaned in ecstasy and tried to overcome the discomfort. Finally I couldn't help myself, and I told him to go more gently, but he was balls-deep now and he had no intention of pulling out. He put his full weight down on top of me and grinded his hips into me so his cock was right inside me to the hilt. He held himself there and groaned and moaned, enjoying the intense feeling. My colon was so full, I felt like I desperately needed to take a shit.

"Let's take a quick break," I suggested, hoping he would pull out and give my sphincter some relief.

"This is the break," he said, continuing to grind himself into me so I felt every last millimetre in my gut. "The sooner you get used to it, the sooner you learn to enjoy the feeling, the better for you," he reached up with his hand to my chin, and turned me to face him, "because I'm not pulling out until the morning!" He said, staring me sharply and menacingly in the eyes. He grabbed the poppers and pushed them into my hand, indicating that he was serious. Then he began to thrust again before I was even able to take a hit. He fucked me like this for the next several hours, and gradually with the constant poppers hit my hole became accustomed to the large foreign presence and subconsciously I was able to let my sphincter completely let-go. Karim was right, and after some time the feeling of fullness and pressure inside me became pleasurable. Depending on the many positions he fucking me in, I could feel his cock massaging my prostate, and on several occasion I came close to shooting a load. I begged him in those moments to fucked me harder and as deep as he could, and he was turned on to see my body finally accept his full 10 inches inside.

After several breaks where he remained buried deep inside me between fucking sessions, he eventually declared that he wanted to cum. To tell the truth, by this stage my anus and sphincter was now numb, and all I felt was the pleasurable pressure building on my sphincter as he thrust in and out. There was no discomfort; my hole had become completely accustomed to being a cunt and he probably could have continued like that for the next few hours too. Nonetheless he grabbed the poppers and took a hit, and soon after his body started to spasm as he seeded me deep inside. I couldn't believe his endurance, and I felt that most likely his intention had been to last as long as possible, in order to open me up as much as possible. In fact, he told me as much during the last few strokes.

"Fuck this hole is sloppy, there's no going back now..." he moaned, "this cunt is past the point of no return." He groaned in my ear with each thrust. "I made this mine!" Then he bred me, marking me as the bitch and him the alpha.

I had no idea what time it was when he finally withdrew himself from my anus; I just knew that I was exhausted and could sleep constantly. I wanted Karim to stay, but he made some excuses about having to go, but that we would see each other again before I went back. We swapped numbers but the next few days he was busy and we didn't manage to go for a second round. I got the impression that he had done what he wanted and then the interest had dwindled for him. Maybe I was wrong, but I sensed that once he had turned my asshole out in that way, it lost its allure for him. Certainly my hole was never the same again after the night; he had taught me through force how my pussy could accommodate such a large cock, or even other objects.

Karim had pushed me another step down the path that I had been unwittingly following over the past several weeks. My hole - in fact my entire life - was becoming ever more focused on one thing; beautiful big cock.

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.

What followed though, was a handful more of reasonable mediocre, and occasionally disappointing cocks. Nonetheless, I kept to my side of the bargain; sucking any cock Paul sent me to see and of course swallowing the load. By the end of the night, I was content to have added to the tally of cumloads I was keeping on my phone and each time I checked in with Paul he seemed super excited and really into the whole scene. I personally couldn't see what he was getting out of it; but I understand now from being with other guys that crave power, the control aspect is an extreme aphrodisiac for some dominant men. I was only happy to oblige.

It was late now, nearly 3 am and the final call of the night led me to Paul's apartment. I actually hadn't any idea where exactly he lived and when I arrived he told me he had spent the past 5 hours edging himself while sending me off to suck off these men. He told me to get down on my knees which I did in the doorway to his apartment. He jerked himself off and shot into my willing mouth for me to swallow my umteenth load of the night.

"So what about your mate?" I inquired, having had that massive, 11-inch cock on my mind the whole time.

"He's yours anytime I ask him, but first I have one more task I want you to do..." Paul replied, grinning almost from ear to ear...