Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 15:28:34 -0600
From: Bobby Royce <punkrox87@gmail.com>
Subject: Diary of a Cumdumpster, chapter two

Confessions of a gay Cumdumpster

chapter two

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When I woke this morning, same time as I always do, I thought about the
first thing I always do: cock. It's the most beautiful and amazing thing in
the world to me,honestly. This morning though, the ache was especially
powerful, waking me a full hour earlier than the usual 8:30. You'd think
last night would have sated me, but you'd be wrong. Two years ago, at
twenty five, I came out to my parents, and shortly after that had my first
sexual experience with a guy. From the moment he put me in that headlock
and forced himself into me-I hadn't told him I was a virgin- and began his
ruthless assault on my hole, I was hooked. Never before had I felt so
completely a moment of ecstasy. Since then, I've taken every chance I could
to get a cock in whichever orifice I could.

As I lay on my uncomfortable air mattress in the only bedroom in the
basement looking up at the sunlight falling onto the house next door and
being reflected into my own window to bathe my naked body in its warmth, I
decided just let go for a while. I stretched and allowed my hands to begin
working their way down my body as sensually as a lover might. My thumb
caressing over my lower lip and moving ever slowly down my neck to my
unoccupied nipple and squeezing as hard as I could. I bit back a groan as
the pain had the effect I knew it would, my hard seven and a half inch
boner slapping up into my stomach as it shot into arousal. I opened my eyes
slowly, looking out my window once more and froze. The window on the second
floor. It was open. It hadn't been at first. And in it sat my new neighbor.

He was hot, I'll admit. Likely a recent college grad like myself, but
already he was married and had a kid. I knew this because they had made it
a point to come over and say hi as we were bringing the few bags we had
into the house.

He was Latin, Hispanic I think, though I can never tell the
difference. It's one of those questions you tend to be afraid will offend
so you don't ask.

My head reached his chest, and being five five, I knew he had to be at
least a foot taller. And he had the most perfect brown eyes. Why is that
important? Well, for me there are three things about a guy that catch my
attention. Eyes. Legs. And a nice ass. The rest is icing. And man was JB
gonna send me into a diabetic coma.

Might as well be friendly, I thought, locking eyes with him and waving
slightly with my unoccupied hand.i spread my legs slowly, grinding upward
into the air as if an imaginary lover were atop me and I began jerking in
earnest as my other hand made it's way to the side of the mattress to
retrieve the dildo I'd only built up the bravery to buy just prior to
leaving Tampa to move here. It wasn't anything special; eight inches and
with a decent girth to it, designed to mimic the appearance of a real
cock. I brought it up and rubbed it gently across my face, taking note of
how jb's eyes widened slightly, and slowly began to lick it up one side
then down the other before finally taking it in my mouth. I pushed and
pulled slowly, duplicated the pumping of an actual cock, small moans of
pleasure emanating from deep in my throat.

I've never been able to be silent during sex. I've never seen the need. If
I'm enjoying myself, the one responsible should know it. And besides, I
loved the sounds my body made under the influence of cock.

Jb's hand made it's way down to his crotch, hidden away under a layer of
denim and he began groping and rubbing his hidden cock as he watched me
slowly drag this beautiful representation of the phallic masculinity of my
gender down my body and place it at the warm opening of my body. I watched
his lips part slightly as I pushed it deep inside, my body arching upward
and a moan escaped my lips that even he could well have heard.

My cock now forgotten, I began to pump the dildo in and out in earnest, my
legs flailing with each thrust, as I struggled to keep eye contact. I
slowly brought my finger up to my mouth and took it in, suckling as if it
would give me my fix. That warm white liquid life force. I changed the
angle, thrust in again, and let my finger fall from my mouth as I moaned.

I pulled back. Thrust again. A whimper as I lick my lips in ecstasy. I
extended my finger to him, crooked it, inviting him to come in. His spine
straightened and I thought for a moment he had come. He rushed away and I
was sure it was over. I thrust again, my body arching and my legs spread of
their own accord, wide, lewd, and revealing. I looked back up when I heard
a rustling noise. JB, standing there with an opened notebook. On the paper
he had written in large black letters one word: tonight.

I smiled, nodded, and thrust again. Gave him a show. Raising my hips, I
placed a pillow beneath my lower back and spread my legs up and out,
granting him an I obstructed view of my dildo stuffed hole. He gripped his
crotch once again and ground into his hand, smiling at me.

I smiled, and then my head fell back as I thrust it in again. Same spot,
but harder and faster. Again. Faster. Again. I was frantic with
need. Again. Again. I could feel the stirring in my groin that signaled
approaching orgasm and pulled the dildo all the way out. I licked my lips
in anticipation and rammed it back in. The world went white as I flailed
and ground up into the air, my cock firing of three shots back to back
before dying down to a drizzle.

As the world drifted back into clarity, I looked up to see if he had
enjoyed the show. He was gone. The window was shut. Well, that sucks..

I ran my hand across my cum covered torso, collecting a bit, and brought it
up to my mouth, licking as if it were an ice cream cone. To me it was
better. It was cum. Warm, hot, liquid life, from that beautiful appendage
that represented all the best qualities in the best and worst of men.

Sometimes I think I must be some kind of jncubus to have these kinds of
feelings. Ah, well.

I stand on trembling legs-always a good sign- and make my way to the closet
to pull out something to wear. I settle on a pair of white jeans and a
black turtleneck under a white button down.

Now that I've got my clothes, I slip into the bathroom for a quick
shower.the hot water feels good on my skin and I let my mind wander to
thoughts of JB. What kind of lover is he, I wonder. Gentle yet forceful? He
looks the type, I suppose, though frankly I'm hoping more for the
dominating and sensual type. My hand wanders down to my now engorged cock
and slowly begins to stroke. A small smile curls my lips as I realize I'm
no longer alone in the shower. A naked JB is standing before me, droplets
of water running down his cafe au lait skin. He licks his lips in that sexy
way he has and stares down at me with predatory eyes. I can feel my hole
clenching and unclenching in anticipation and I stifle a groan. He grabs my
cock, so hard I almost wince, and begins to stroke out a firm and slow
rhythm, and approaches.he traces the side of my face with a finger, slowly
stimulating every nerve ending he comes in contact with. I writhe under his
ministrations.

I help slightly as I find my head pulled back forcefully at an
uncomfortable angle, his hand tangled in my hair. He moves closer now. So
close I can feel his breath on my neck and I shiver. His tongue is
traveling its way slowly from my collar bone up my neck and along my chin,
skirting gracefully the inside of my ear..

He squeezes my cock again, with such strength it's just this side of
painful. I'm writhing in ecstasy as I listen to the music of his labored
breathing in my ear. 'You be a good little bitch now, okay?' He says,
almost a sensual growl. So good. My knees feel like jelly and my breathing
becomes labored.

'Please,' I moan, 'cock.. Inside'

He chuckles. 'Good bitch.' He uses his grip on my hair to force me to my
knees, and through the somewhat pained feeling I smile as I'm brought face
to face with his perfect manhood. That same cafe au lait colored skin, the
pinkish radiance of that flared head. The veins running along that thick
shaft. It's not very long, or even very big to be honest, but it's perfect
for him. And best of all, it's just thick enough that it'll fill me up.

'You know what to do.' I don't need anymore prompting. My tongue snakes out
to lick the drop of pre at the tip of his slit and as I make eye contact
with him, I pull back, a thin string of his pre extending to my tongue from
his pulsing organ. He smiles. I extend my tongue fully, lavishing his cock
with all the affection I would show if he had kissed me. But I don't take
it inside. He seems to understand as he keeps his eyes focused on
mine. With one forceful thrust he's taken my mouth and my throat and my
body tingles with bliss as he begins thrusting, not taking his cock from my
throat for what seems a long while, and then only long enough for me to
catch my breath before he goes back in balls deep. He continues looking me
in the eye, his stare boring into my soul, burning this moment into my
memory, and bites his lip. Both of his hands are on my head and he pulls
back, his cock slipping from my mouth. I respond by trying to get it back
inside. I'm already missing that warm pulsing in my throat.

He chuckles, rubbing his cock over my face and then, suddenly he rams
himself back inside with such force that his balls slapping my chin makes
it sound as if he were fucking me instead of being sucked by me.

Fuck my face, I think as he begins to repeat the action, with me gagging as
often as not. This is heaven on earth.

His rhythm became an irregular staccato as his orgasm washed over and
through him and into my mouth. He thrust a few more times, sighing, and
slowly slid his quickly shrinking cock from my mouth and I opened it to
show him the beautiful white liquid before swallowing it down.

He smiled, lifting me by my shoulders,and spun me around pinning me face
first to the shower wall. I groaned as I felt his other hand grope and
squeeze my cheeks. 'Do you want to cum for me?'he asked, his face so close
to mine I could feel the warm breath on my cheek as he spoke. I nodded, the
movements jerky from the excited trembling of my body.

'Good' he spent a few moments running his fingers lightly over the puckered
opening of my hole, though it felt like eternity. I wondered how he would
make me cum. Would he just jack me off? Or maybe he was going to suck me
off. The thought alone was almost enough to make me cum and I decided to
move things along, thrusting back against his hand. He chuckled that warm
growling chuckle of his and I felt myself breached. It was his finger. He
had jabbed it up inside of me in one sharp movement, and now I found myself
grinding and writhing against the wall as he used his finger to jab and
massage that spot just behind my prostate.

'That's a good little bitch.'his hand slid slowly down my back to my tight
globes as he once again fondled and groped them, all the while keeping up
his assault on my prostate. There was a loud wet slapping sound as his hand
made contact with the mounds of flesh and I found my back arching, the
world fading away as white hot pleasure surged through me and out, hitting
the wall with each spurt until exhausted, I fell to the floor of the shower
and slowly retracted my fingers from my throbbing opening.

Gods, I thought, turning off the shower, 'I can't wait til tonight..'

Quickly I grabbed a towel and began to vigorously dry myself and get
dressed.

'Now then, it's time to get laid.'

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That concludes this chapter. Hope you guys didn't enjoy it too much ;)