My first cum dump

I hated living in Rural America. Everything about it. It takes forever to get anywhere, there’s never anything happening, and it’s nearly impossible to find another gay guy unless I drive 2 hours to the nearest city. And even then, it’s iffy.

This is where I was raised: Clontarf, Minnesota. It wasn’t easy being a gay 18 year old in such a small town living with your parents, but thankfully college was in the fall and I had a lock on my door with high speed internet access to look up my wildest fantasies. I remember looking forward to those summer nights when I could finally stop pretending around my family and browse through all the things I couldn’t even imagine seeing or experiencing myself. From the comfort of my room, I could actually see these hot, beefy guys just treat each other like they were nothing but a warm hole to fuck in secret. My dream. 

My favorite clip that I would frequently jerk off to involved a group of cops taking turns cumming inside a helpless prisoner (who pretended like he didn’t want it). Each time a cop would cum inside him, a dribble of semen would drop down to his taint and you knew there was no faking that creampie. But what’s even hotter is that the next cop would use that cum as lube and by the end of the train, this cumdump’s insides were flooded and rearranged. That criminal got what he deserved. I loved that clip and wish I could find it again. I sometimes jerk off to the memory of it when lying in bed in my adulthood.

But then reality always hit me the next morning when I’d hear the neighbor’s fucking rooster and shortly after, the hammering of the new house being built across the street. Some young couple in town just got married and decided to build their dream home in the lot across from us. Why they would ever want to live out here was beyond me, and I personally couldn’t wait to leave to college just to get away (and not be woken up by this rooster and construction crew!). The only silver lining was that 3 or 4 of the guys on the crew were fairly attractive and there were two of them who would consistently have smoke breaks and I could hear their conversations. Nothing juicy, I just really liked the sound of their deep, masculine voices coming through the crack of my window, joking around like a couple of frat brothers. Okay, not the WORST way to wake up when I’m stroking my morning wood. 🤷🏻‍♂️

One morning, I decided to not cum and instead, get some coffee and sit on the porch to watch the sunrise. I was obviously watching the crew work, but I finally got to check out their physique in detail that beautiful morning. The two deep-voiced guys I heard most mornings were maybe 21, surprisingly. One was a little leaner than the other, but it was hard to see behind their construction vests and gear. The leaner of the two was paler and had black hair with impressive facial hair I couldn’t even begin to think about growing at 18. But the other guy was taller and looked like he had substantial core strength under his vest, probably a swimmer I guessed. He looked like he was just naturally athletic and didn’t have to try a damn thing. They were hot, funny bros who joked around and I found myself watching them with my coffee more frequently. 

These guys were putting in so many hours. They would work sunrise to sunset. I remember one night sitting down at my computer desk to jerk off to another fantasy clip I had bookmarked of cruising in the woods. The excitement of being hard as fuck in the woods, not knowing what was going to happen or who was going to show up, was a fantasy I loved. Sucking some random dick until it blows in your mouth, or stumbling upon two others hooking up and being asked to join. How many more days until I can move to the city?! At least I could rub one out and it was a gorgeous night.

But after I was 5 minutes in, I heard hammering. I closed my curtains so fucking fast! How were they STILL working? It was sunset! And I hope they didn’t see my hard dick. Fuck! That sent my anxiety so high and I couldn’t even finish jerking off. I just went to bed and woke up to the god damn rooster again. But this morning, no hammering. No smoke breaks. Nothing. I guess they needed a day off too, but I still grabbed my coffee and sat on the porch hoping I’d see them again. 

Nothing.

Oh well, I didn’t even realize that they worked so hard this week that the first level of the house was coming along really nicely. I remember thinking they were a very talented team. 

That day sucked. It was hot outside, I was bored beyond belief, and my family was annoying every last nerve I had. I kept to myself and tried to sneak in some porn fantasies in my room, but I kept getting interrupted throughout the day. It was so hot outside anyway. I had to wait until sundown. I remember that day making a countdown calendar until the day I left for college. 

Sundown finally came and I fired up my laptop, ready to have a cum marathon in my room that night. I fully intended to take out the day’s annoyance on my dick and make the biggest mess I could. That is, until I heard a couple familiar, but faint voices come through the crack of my window. I knew it was the two guys I listened to every morning but this time, it sounded like whispers and quieted laughs in the distance. I couldn’t see ANYTHING through my window. There were no lights over there, so I started to think it could be me hallucinating or maybe it was legit ghosts, I don’t know. 

My boredom, and I guess voyeuristic fantasies, got the better of me and I didn’t care. I surrendered to them. I put on my shoes, my basketball shorts, and a black t-shirt to see if I could go outside and hear better.

Once I was outside, I confirmed it was 100% those two. One would say something, stop, say something else, stop, then an awkward laugh. What was happening over there?

I stepped ever so lightly over there, not wanting to alert anybody to my presence. I neared the house across the street and could start making out what they were saying. Something about his girlfriend being a bitch again. The other guy definitely said the word “caught.” But then I heard a brand new voice. This one was older and as I neared a gap in some wall boards, I could see a guy in his late 30s wearing the same construction vests as the other guys. I recognized him, he was this built, stronger bear guy with a tiny belly. But you just knew he was stronger than both of the other guys combined. He had salt and pepper hair on the sides and a mustache to match. God, he was hot and I almost gasped when I saw him grab his dick through his pants and say, “So, which one?”

Holy FUCK. What was seriously happening? Was I about to see some in-person gay action across the street in a semi-built house?! I held my breath. I wanted to know which one too, answer him! These other two guys were so much hotter up close too, so it didn’t matter. Their bodies were just tight and fresh, with gorgeous body frames and milky skin. They were each wearing their construction vests and pants but no shirt underneath. Did they owe a debt to this co-worker guy? Were they actually gay and wanted it? So many questions running through my mind.

Nobody was talking. 

He repeated, “So..?”

The two looked at each other with that exact ambivalent look like they wanted it, but didn’t want it at the same time. Maybe they were curious but couldn’t actually pull the trigger and do it? 

Suddenly my hand pushed a wooden beam ever so slightly and it made a faint sound, which they all turned and looked over in my direction. Fuck! My heart RACED! Do I run? Do I lay still and hope they don’t hear me. Fuck fuck fuck!

“Who’s there?!” the guy loud-whispered. My heart almost exploded. It took every ounce of strength and courage to peek my face over and say, “Hey… I live across the street and wanted to see what was happening over here. You guys cool?”

They looked horrified, like they’d just been caught doing something horrible. I could tell they wanted to all go away, but I mustered up the remaining courage I had and said, “No no no… please, continue. I… really am curious. Can I step over to your side?”

It was at that exact moment the two leaner guys recognized me and the black-haired one smiled. “It’s cool,” he said, “I saw what he was watching last night,” after grinning and winking at me.

Fuck. He saw me. I knew it.

This type of shit never happened to me! I walked over to them and almost immediately, the black-haired guy volunteered me and said, “How about WE take this one tonight?”

In my right ear, I hear a whisper, “it’s your lucky day, boy.” I had never been called boy before. My hand was placed on the beefy guy’s massive (and growing) cock. It was warm, smooth, and I remember it being so much thicker than anything I’d taken before. No wonder these other two were hesitant!

I was nervous and thought he wanted me to jerk him off, which I started to do. That was when his strong arm grabbed my shoulder and forcibly pushed me onto my knees. Now I knew what he wanted. The other guys pulled their pants down too. One took them all the way off while the other just kept them bunched around his ankles. They SURROUNDED me and proceeded to take off my shirt and pull down my shorts. As soon as the shirt was over my head, I knew what my job was. I put that entire cock in my mouth and did what I was born to do. It was already huge and, as it grew, I could feel it pushing my jaw open wider and wider like the jaws of life. I thought I didn’t have a gag reflex until that night. When I finally got to pull the whole hard thing out, i stroked his cock with all that slick saliva and looked up to three cocks in my face, all from guys still wearing these yellow and orange vests for some reason. I didn’t care why. There was just a little bit of residual light and I could see that they all belonged inside me. I needed it.

I took turns sucking all of them. My favorite part, I learned, was when one of them grabbed my hair and pulled me back as far as I could go. I gagged again and they laughed at me. I loved that they were treating me like I was just a fuck object to play with that night. After I was sucking the third cock for a while, which was a gorgeous 7 inch cut cock with the most perfect ridge on the mushroom head that I could flick around with my tongue for the rest of my life, the older guy grabbed me by the arm pits and effortlessly pulled me to my feet.

There was a large, sanded piece of wood nearby that was just about waist-height. He planned this for one of the other guys but now it’s happening to me. He pushed me against it, my dick now hard and pressed up against the soft wood surface. I felt a weird sensation as I realized he was spitting on my hole. He spit three times and then began to run his tongue along the edge. That was honestly the first time I had been rimmed and it was INTENSE. It was hard for me to not just collapse and give in to the ecstasy. But I was awoken from my trance by a rock hard, veiny dick in my mouth. This guy pushed it in with no regard for me or what I was experiencing. Tonight, I was their cum slut and there was nothing I could do about it.

Once I felt the tongue pull away, I heard him whisper, “You, then you. I go last. I always go last.”

I was still trying to process it when I felt the tip of a dick rub against my hole. Oh fuck. It’s happening. And it’s happening now.

Again, zero regard for me. I felt it go from tip to shaft to balls-deep within 3 pumps. Did I hate it? Not at all. I felt him spit on his dick and my ass and I could tell it was feeling better and better. This guy was definitely into it as he started to get more animalistic and by grabbing the skin on my sides and pulling my hair. He was almost pulling it too hard and I almost said something but there was a cock testing my gag reflex that took more of my brain space. ‘Just give him what he wants,’ I thought. I wasn’t leaving until all 3 of these men were serviced.

I got almost zero warning and just felt the rhythm of my ass-pounding slow down and then a few really strong pumps while deep in me. This guy just made me his cum dump, didn’t he? Fuck that was hot. Fuck.

“You, next.” I heard with a snap. As quickly as that cock was pulled out of my mouth, it was deep inside my stretched, cum-filled ass. This second guy let out a pretty loud moan from how good that cum felt rubbing all over his dick inside me that the older guy gave him a “Shh!” From then on, it was silent, rhythmic fucking and ass clap sounds. I was getting pushed around all over this wood block and used however he wanted. I thought I was going to give my jaw a short break but sure enough, the massive cock went balls deep down my throat. I never knew I had this kind of endurance; these guys were pushing my limits in every possible way. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” I hear from behind me. This one took less time to cum but I know it was all that jizz inside me that made him nut so fast. My nose was right against this bear guy’s construction vest, deepthroating his massive cock, when I felt another abrupt pull-out and the sound of some cum plopping onto the floor near my feet. How is this evening happening? How can I take an even bigger cock? Fuck.

I had no choice. The cock pulled out of my face and I felt his warmth approaching behind me. Much to my surprise, I felt the same rimming as before, not just a cock in me. His facial hair was tickling my crack but he was flipping his tongue all around, sopping up whatever cum was pulled out to the surface. This was his food, his sustenance. This guy was primal and he wanted to FUCK. I could tell.

I backed my ass onto his face several times and arched my back, signaling, presenting. It was time. He stood up and I felt the tip once again but he was surprisingly gentle, I didn’t expect that. He put the tip in and pulled out. In one inch, out a half inch. I could feel my ass opening wider and wider; more than the last two guys who already left for a cigarette and left me with this beast. But as nice as I thought he was being at first, he then THRUSTED the whole thing in me all at once and I gasped. Never have I felt something this incredible, this powerful inside me. This guy was experienced. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was throwing me some bones by finding my sweet spot and toying with it with his dick. I felt his weathered hands all over my back and neck as he was going to take every last inch of my insides for himself. This is exactly what has been missing in my life, I need THIS level of cock every day. 

He let out so many whispered, guttural sounds that made my dick just ooze with precum nonstop. He wasn’t going to let me go until he gave me that final cum. This mind-blowing fucking went on for what seemed like hours. My ass should have been hurting but I wanted it so bad it just felt warm and I kept wanting more.

Then I heard, “Yeah? You want this? You want this load in your little cum dump ass? You want it?”

I could only nod at this point. Yes.

His breathing changed and he gave me the hardest thrust that I will never forget. I felt impaled in the best way. I know you can’t normally feel the cum inside you, but I swear I could feel ribbon after ribbon of cum just flooding me. I was a used up little dump tonight and this construction crew made it happen. 

He eventually pulled out and so much cum came out of me, I remember it dribbled down my left leg. And as quickly as it started, I felt my clothes thrown at me and heard him walk behind the unfinished house to join the other guys for a smoke. I didn’t even get a thanks or invitation. I served my purpose and walked home, going to sleep after the best cum of my life.

The next morning, I was woken up by the rooster and the sound of hammering. I brewed my cup of coffee and walked to the porch. 

But that day, I was sad college was coming so soon.