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Sitting in my truck, parked a few blocks away from school, my big cock exploded in the cocksucker’s talented mouth. It was a massive load, an epic orgasm. My copious cum filled his mouth, coating his tongue. And then he released me, his head rising from my lap, our lips locking. With open mouths we kissed, my cum swirling on our tongues—an ambrosial meal shared between us.

I was a porn addict. I can admit that now. And like most porn addicts, there was one particular pornographic act that really got my juices flowing—snowballing.

For the uninitiated, snowballing occurs when a man ejaculates into a sexual partner’s mouth and, instead of spitting or swallowing, the partner kisses the man, sharing his cum. The mix of cum and saliva, passed between them, is the snowball.

I had been obsessed with snowballing from the first moment that I had witnessed it while watching porn in my early pubescent days. Thanks to the power of the internet, I had watched hundreds, if not thousands, of snowball videos in the intervening years. Most were straight porn—a girl snowballing a guy, sharing his cum. But I could not deny that I equally enjoyed the sight of two guys snowballing, even if I wasn’t gay.

I was sixteen when I got my first blow job from a girl. I was a late bloomer compared to some guys, but better late than never. Yet my hopes of snowballing with the bitch were dashed when she refused to let me cum in her mouth. Even when the rare bitch would let me bust in her mouth, she refused to snowball me. It was disgusting, the bitches would say. I was labeled a pervert for even suggesting it.

But my obsession persisted, my desire to be snowballed only intensified with the passage of time. And then it finally occurred to me—if I couldn’t get some bitch to snowball me, why not a guy?

I knew of just one guy at school who sucked dick—Charlie Davis. He was the only openly gay guy at school, and it was no secret that Charlie was always on the prowl for cock. He often offered himself up to drunk straight guys at parties—and got a surprising number of takers.

The school quarterback was infamously discovered drunk at a party with his pants around his ankles, his big dick down Charlie’s throat. And it was rumored the recently divorced basketball coach was fired when he was caught banging a load into Charlie upon his office desk.

“You need a ride?” I offered Charlie, pulling up next to him in my truck as he walked home from school one afternoon.

“Nah, my house is just up the street,” he refused. “Unless you’re looking to give me something more than a ride home.”

“You want some dick?” I offered. “Maybe suck me off?”

“Fuck yes!” Charlie exclaimed, reaching to open the passenger door. “You’re not fucking with me, right? This isn’t some prank?”

“No joke,” I assured Charlie as he climbed into my truck. “I just want you to suck me and then—uh—snowball me. You know what that is?”

“Yeah, I know what snowballing is, you dirty fucker,” he smiled deviously. “I’m game to share your cum with you.”

Charlie instructed me to drive up the road to a church parking lot that was deserted at that time of day. “I’m—I’m a bit nervous,” I confessed. “This is kinda illegal.”

“There’s nothing illegal about getting your dick sucked,” Charlie disputed. “We’re both eighteen. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”

“I don’t mean that,” I clarified. “I mean that hooking up in a parking lot is illegal, isn’t it?”

“Dude—you think too much,” Charlie chastised me playfully, reaching across the seat to unzip my pants. “Now let me suck that big dick for you.”

“Wait—how’d you know I’ve got a big one?” I asked as Charlie released my nine-incher, my cock nearly giving him a black eye as it sprang from my jeans.

“Uh—we had PE together sophomore year,” he reminded me. “It was hard to miss that huge dick swinging between your legs.”

But before I could respond, Charlie bent forward and took my big cock down his throat. Instantly, my balls were mashed against his chin as he deep throated me all the way.

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed, my hands moving to the back of his head. “No bitch has ever taken me all the way. How the fuck are you able to do that?”

“Lots of practice,” Charlie surfaced for a quick breath, his saliva running down the side of my thick shaft. “You’re hardly the first straight guy at school to offer up his big dick to me.”

That fact was readily apparent as Charlie went to town on my big one. Christ, the boy could suck a dick. If cock sucking had been a sport at school, Charlie would have been captain of the varsity team.

Over and over, he worked my big dick. With his soft, supple lips locked around my shaft, the sensation was incredible—better than pussy. Rhythmically, he took me from base to tip, rapidly taking me in and out of his talented throat.

“This is fucking incredible,” I marveled, my fat cock head battering his tonsils as his head and neck oscillated upon my rigid rod.

“You’re getting close,” Charlie observed, his right hand cupping my full balls as his left hand reached up and pinched my nips, driving me wild. “Your balls are hugging your body.”

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” I admitted through gritted teeth, trying to hold back my load as Charlie resumed sucking me. He was getting me good—too good. There was no holding back.

“I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently as Charlie increased his pace, sucking me hard. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”

Instantly, my big cock exploded in Charlie’s talented mouth. It was a massive load, an epic orgasm. My copious cum filled his mouth, coating his tongue. And then he released me, his head rising from my lap, our lips locking. With open mouths we kissed, my cum swirling on our tongues—an ambrosial meal shared between us. I finally had the elusive snowball that I had long desired, and it did not disappoint.

My time with Charlie was overwhelming—and not just because of the act of us sharing my cum. Sure, snowballing with him was great, but there was something deeper at play. With our lips locked, our tongues dancing, pubescent hormones surging through our bodies, I felt a connection to Charlie that I had never felt with anyone else in my life.

“You’re still rock hard,” Charlie observed as our lips parted, gripping my cock in his fist.

“I want to be inside you,” a voice from within me demanded. I had never wanted to fuck a guy. My only intent in hooking up with Charlie in my truck that day was to get snowballed. Yet suddenly, I needed to be inside him. “Climb on my cock,” I ordered. “Take me in your depths.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Charlie winked, hiking down the back of his pants as he proceeded to straddle me upon the seat of my truck.

“Right there?” I asked tentatively, my wet cock pressed against Charlie’s knotted sphincter.

“Yeah, right there,” he nodded. “Just raise your hips a bit while I sit on it.”

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my cock sliding into his warm abyss as Charlie eased himself down on my cock. “Christ, your hole is tight—way tighter than pussy,” I exclaimed.

“You’ve never fucked a guy before?” he asked, bobbing up and down on my big dick, my balls smacking his ass with each downbeat. “This is your first time?”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged, biting my lip, already trying to hold back my nut. His tight hole was just too fucking good. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”

“Most guys don’t last long the first time they fuck ass,” Charlie assured me, gripping my cock within his fuck canal, jacking me inside his bowels. “You dump that load in me whenever you’re ready.”

“How about now?” I replied, my balls throbbing. I was past the point of no return, the pressure building exponentially in my shaft. My big dick was a volcano that was about to erupt. “I’m gonna shoot,” I barked.

“Go for it,” Charlie nodded. “Breed my fucking ass with that big—”

“FUCK—FUCK,” I cut him off, my cock exploding in his cunt, flooding his guts. Charlie held still upon me, my load spewing into his depths, my seed seeking out his deepest recesses. I had fucked a guy—and I liked it.

“Damn, you’re a cum factory,” Charlie joked as he dismounted. My pearly load gushed from his gaping hole and ran down my thick shaft. Swiftly, he bent forward and sucked me clean. Not missing a beat, Charlie brought his lips to mine. My cum swirled between our tongues once more, another shared snowball.

“You’re a dirty boy,” I teased as our lips parted.

“You know you love it,” Charlie smiled impishly, sliding back into the passenger seat of my truck, hiking his pants back up his used ass.

“My—uh—my parents are gonna be out of town this weekend,” I shared, stuffing my spent cock back into my jeans. “I was thinking of having a party. Just some beer and pizza, and maybe—”

“You want me to come?” Charlie cut me off. “Have me service all your buds on your parents’ bed while the wild party rages downstairs? I fucking love being a cumdump like that.”

“No—that’s the thing,” I countered. “I don’t think I want to have some wild party anymore,” I reached for Charlie, pulling him back upon my lap, his cum-coated lips meeting mine once more. “I think that you are the only party that I want.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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“You dirty slut,” I chided as he swiped my warm load of cum from his used hole and fed it to himself, sucking on his fingers like a lollipop. “You want the last of it?” I offered up my cummy cock before I had the chance to stuff it back into my shorts. Eagerly he reached for my spent dick, eager to lick me clean.

Dump, as he was known for obvious reasons, lived in a studio apartment on the edge of campus, his door always unlocked. He took cock all day and all night, no questions asked, no horny man turned away. He wasn’t even a student, and he certainly didn’t have a job. The rumor was that he had won something like $200,000 on a lotto scratch off and used the money for the freedom of exploring his favorite hobby—taking cock.

“You done with him?” a muscled, bearded man with a wedding band asked, entering the apartment as Dump continued to suck my cock clean. The guy was my Economics 101 professor, but clearly didn’t recognize me. “Mind if I jump in and drop a quick load in him?”

“Go for it,” I encouraged as Dump continued to suck on my spent dick. “I just bred him.”

“Sweet,” the professor gave a devious grin, unzipping his pants, pulling out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard. “I love a sloppy hole.”

Dump winced momentarily as the professor pushed into his red, puffy sphincter, never removing my cock from his mouth. Instantly, the professor grabbed Dump by the hips and began to pummel his hole violently.

“Shit, man,” the professor laughed. “You dumped a big fucking load in this bitch—and it’s still warm as fuck.”

“Glad you’re enjoying it,” I winked, my spent cock rapidly growing hard again down Dump’s throat as I watched the professor using the slut’s easy ass.

“You wanna feed him a load while I fuck him?” the professor asked, clearly enjoying the sight of Dump throating my big one. “We can try to shoot at the same time, blast his guts from both ends.”

“Sounds hot,” I agreed, leaning forward, giving myself a better view of the professor’s big dick as he ravaged Dump’s hole.

“You like being used like this?” the professor asked Dump, slapping his ass while happily pounding his hole. “You like having two guys using you—a cock in each hole?”

“Yes,” exhaled dump, momentarily removing my cock from his throat before taking me balls deep again, my balls mashed against his chin.

“You fuck him a lot?” the professor asked me, delivering some deep strokes into Dump’s ass.

“Couple times a week on average,” I lied, not admitting that it had grown into a daily habit for me. “You?”

“Two or three times a week,” the professor replied. “I overheard two frat guys in my class talking about him before my lecture about a month ago. Decided to come try his hole myself. Don’t get me wrong—I’m married and I fucking love smashing pussy. But, Jesus, no pussy can compare to a tight hole like this.”

“You feeling close?” I asked, having a hard time holding back. The scenario was all so fucking hot. Though I had just dumped a load in the guy, my balls were ready to shoot again.

“Almost there,” the professor assured me, his meaty hands digging into Dump’s hips, his big cock jackhammering that quivering cunt. “Yeah, bitch,” he slapped Dump’s ass. “Grip that big dick from inside. Fucking milk my load out of me.”

The image of my professor preparing to breed Dump was all too hot—better than any porn I’d ever seen. Instantly, I could feel my load building in my shaft, my cock ready to erupt.

“FUCK,” I grunted, my load spewing down Dump’s gullet as he greedily devoured it. My eyes locked on my professor as his orgasm also commenced.

“SHIT—FUCK,” he bellowed, his body convulsing as he simultaneously shot his wad into Dump in the opposite hole from me. “Yeah, bitch,” he growled. “Take my fuckin’ nut up your ass.”

We extracted our cocks from Dump in unison, my cum dripping down his chin, the professor’s load dripping from his wrecked hole. Dump collapsed on his bed, used and wasted, an object discarded when no longer needed.

“You’re in my Econ class, aren’t you?” the professor asked, pulling up his pants, stuffing his spent dick back into them before zipping up.

“Yeah,” I confessed. “But don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anyone that you—”

“Nah—I’m not worried about that,” he assured me. “I just thought maybe you might want to make this a regular thing—come by here after every class and tag this cum dump with me.”

“That sounds hot,” I agreed excitedly.

“You ever DP’d a cock slut like this?” the professor asked, gesturing to Dump as he remained immobile on his bed. “You know—two cocks in the same hole at once?”

“No,” I admitted, eyes wide.

“You’re gonna love it,” he winked. “See you back here after class tomorrow.”