I could see him reflected in the mirrored closet as soon as I entered the bedroom. He was ass up on the bed, waiting to be mounted. The blinds were drawn, and there was a bottle of lotion on the bed table. A fuck rag was balled up by his leg. I could hear Grindr pinging from a phone, muffled under his pillow. The room smelled like cum.
A note had been taped to the front door when I arrived at the apartment:
Door unlocked. Back bedroom. Raw only. No talking. Pump, dump, and go. Please wait your turn if bottom is occupied.
As requested, I made no greeting when I entered the room. He buried his face in the pillow, wishing to maintain anonymity. He was alone at that moment, but the amount of cum streaming from his ass and puddling on the sheet below him told me that several other guys had already used his cunt that day. Fuck, I love a sloppy hole.
I tossed my clothes on a chair, applied a pump of lotion to my hard cock, and mounted him. He winced as I breached him, his used hole puffy and red. There was a marked wetness to his depths, a product of many loads in a short amount of time. Thrusting inside him, my cock churned the remains of those who, literally, came before me. I glanced down, and my dick was covered in a white, foamy emulsification of cum.
He gripped the pillow as I planked above him, jackhammering him hard. Christ, his cunt felt amazing. Not wanting to hold back, I was soon grunting and blasting out my load, adding to the cum soup inside him. I pulled out and rested on my heels, admiring my fresh load as it spilled out of him.
“Fuck, that was good,” I finally spoke, cleaning my spent cock on the damp fuck rag. “You need to do this more often.”
“Ted?” my boyfriend gasped, turning to face me in horror. “Christ. You weren’t supposed to get in until late tonight.”
“We wrapped the deal early, so I got a flight out this morning,” I explained, kissing him. “Looks like you’ve been busy,” I playfully admonished, giving him a smack on the ass.
“I’m so sorry, Ted,” he replied, nearly dissolving into tears. “I love you so much, but sometimes I need to be a cum dump. I’m sorry I’m so fucked up. You deserve better.”
“Babe … Babe,” I hushed him. “I knew you were a slut when I met you. A tiger can’t change its stripes. It’s okay if you need to be a cum dump now and then. I still love you.”
Just then we heard the front door opening down the hall. Heavy footsteps ushered in a bearded guy with muscular, hairy forearms that were covered in tats. I instantly noticed his wedding band.
“You finished with the faggot?” the bearded guy asked, disrobing and unleashing a huge cock as my boyfriend buried his face in the pillow again.
“Yeah. I just bred him,” I answered. “He’s got a hot cunt. Mind if I watch you fuck him?”
“Fine by me,” the bearded guy answered, pushing his big, hairy cock into my boyfriend. “Fuck, I love a used faggot.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
