Date: Sun, 25 May 2014 22:53:08 -0600
From: Bobby Royce <punkrox87@gmail.com>
Subject: Diary of a Cumdumpster

Diary of a Gay Cumdumpster

Chapter 1

The usual warnings apply. If it's illegal, don't read it, if you're
offended by the subject matter, you clearly have no idea where you are. If
you like it, give me a shout.

That said, names have been changed or omitted for the sake of parties
involved. Enjoy..

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"Uch!"  I grunt as the thick piece of man meat is forcefully shoved into me
all at once. He'd said it was a thick seven and a half, but damn! If this
was any indication,I thought to myself, I'm in for a real ride.

I look up into his face as a sigh escapes his lips. He said he was mixed,
and while I hadn't thought much of it earlier, staring up into his
masculine angular face with his full lips and caramel skin, I wondered what
one would have to mix to get this perfect piece of man. And then he moves;
a swivel of his hips, gyrating against me. My mind goes blank and my body
trembles. My vision clears and I'm again looking up into that perfect face,
drawn into a cocky smile; I'm his. And he knows it. His stare is intense,
animal.

My hands begin to wander up his arms, entranced both by his beauty and the
warmth and size of his maleness as it stretches and fills me up inside. He
reaches up-almost violently-grabbing my hands and pins them down to the
table beneath us. It's cold beneath my skin, but all I can focus on is the
intense desire to feel him dominate me. Control me. To feel him use me. A
desire to consume him. Make him lose control. My body arches up, desperate
to feel his passion creating that beautiful friction inside of me.

He grips my shoulders and slams me back roughly against the table,a dull
metallic echo swallowed up in the windswept park around us. I stop, caught
off guard.

"Slut," he says, spitting at me. Just a few feet away, a car pushes past,
turning into the neighborhood just across from us.

He raises his hips, drawing slowly back out of me and my body trembles with
pleasure and anticipation. Suddenly, though, I'm empty. I look up at
him;he's still smiling. "Beg for it."

I look down at his cock, the the large organ so hard I can see it throb in
time with his heartbeat; a small whimper escapes as I look back at his
face. These perfect arms, I note, strong and well defined, and I can't help
myself. I extend my tongue and ever so gently lap at his forearm, tracing
every muscle as I look into those smoldering eyes.

"Fuck," he grunts, lining his cock up, pressing the flared head against my
quivering hole just lightly enough for me to freeze in anticipation.the
storm clouds above, lit up by the distant city lights, frame his face and
body ominously.

Without warning he rams the whole of himself back inside me, knocking the
air from my lungs. There's no time to catch my breath , though, as he
continues pulling out and thrusting inside again with just as much
force. I'm in heaven, every nerve ending in my body basking in the bliss
radiating from all those points deep inside me as he drives into me
repeatedly. I give in to him, instinct telling me to spread my legs wider
for him. I have to admit, the thought of possibly being seen this way-legs
spread lewdly, body jerking against the green metal table with each
grunting thrust.. It turns me on in a way that would almost frighten
me. . If I could think of anything but this wonderful testament to maleness
thrusting away inside of me.

He leans close, licking his way from my chin to my ear. The sound of his
heavy and labored breathing and the feeling of his hot breath on my neck
draw increasingly louder sob-like moans from me. Yep, I'm his. Until he
finishes with me, I'm So his..

"Shut up, cunt." He says, biting down on the spot where neck meets ear, and
then licking it.

He pulls out and before I can process this emptiness, he's begun thrusting
into my mouth until he's breached my throat, cutting off my breath. Panic
runs through me, pervaded by a growing lust. "Look at me." My watering eyes
meet his, shining with his impending orgasm. He spits in my face, grabbing
my head, and begins to thrust and shake as he erupts.

Quickly he pulls out, rubbing his still spewing member over my face and
coating it in his cum.

"Open."

Still gasping,I open wide and he shoves himself in again, thrusting a few
times before pulling out. "You're pretty alright, dude. I needed that." He
says as he buckles his belt and begins to walk away. "Thanks." He adds
looking over his shoulder one last time.

And with that he's gone.

I lie there a few minutes more, the cum drying on my face as I catch my
breath. I sit up and hop down from the cold metal table, sliding back into
my jeans and look out over the stormy landscape of the park. A trickle of
cum slowly makes its way down my face to be caught by my
tongue. Delicious. I look back across the street a few feet away, at what
will be my new neighborhood.

"Green valley.. There just may be hope for this place yet." I smile as I
make my way home through the empty streets.



Hi. I'm bobby. As you can tell, I'm a bit of a slut. Blame the twenty some
odd years I spent as a repressed closet case, if you like. Welcome to my
diary...