Former Chub, current Cumdump, in the Era of Porn

Growing up in the 70s & 80s, I always thought the most difficult thing to overcome would be the shame of my homosexuality. In the south, as a Southern Baptist, during the outbreak of the AIDS epidemic, being gay was a potential death sentence disguised as a cock, a colleague, a high school student with a baseball bat. 

Years of shame and hiding gave way to a late blooming sexuality that didn’t begin to find its stride until I was 40. I found my passion: cock. And lots of it. 

But, more than that - I was not just a cockwhore - I wanted the cum. I was a cumslut, throating every cock and load I could manage. I couldn’t get enough. And, nothing about the person mattered. If they had a cock and where capable of cumming, I wanted it. 

Then, one day, while traveling, I met a man online. He came over. And I let him put his raw cock inside me, waiting for the moment to tell him to pull out….and I didn’t. I didn’t want him to. I needed to have it. I needed to know how badly I wanted it and didn’t care. I needed to KNOWINGLY take a stranger’s load. 

It was incredible. I never looked back. 

But, age changes things. Not for me. But, for many, I was simply too old to consider as a potential cumdump. And, I was well over 300ibs. So, while the goal for men was to dump a load, they were trapped in the porn industry ideal. Men who were not particularly attractive, whose own bodies were not reflected on their screens, seemed intent on only breeding Dawson or Ryan Cummings. 

Then, for a multitude of reasons, I had weight loss surgery. Best decision of my life. I was happier and healthier. And, damn, the second drive. 

But, a side effect of the weight loss was a body that didn’t fit anyone’s “ideal” (except my amazing husband’s - the only one to truly matter and the one who makes me feel sexy and incredible every day). People didn’t know how to deal and I was struggling to own it. 

Photos taken from just the right angle. The right “gear” or the closeups. All ways to hide the body that had carried me so far for so long. 

And then, I realized a couple of amazing things: 

1. My husband and I have so much to offer other men of all ages and types. We began yo explore with them. Find ways they enjoyed their own bodies - and, we, ours. 
2. This body had provided me, my husband, and so many other men pleasures incredible. Hours of sexual desires fulfilled; thousands of moments of orgasm, so intense we feared neighbors might assume a murder; gallons if cum covering our homes and bodies, and coursing through my system. 

So, I am owning my body. Those who break through the cloud of porn long enough to see the beauty in what my body and spirit offer are better for it. And I have grown to love it. Daily struggle. But very real. And to become one with me is a truly magical experience - and I’m glad I have been able to do it. 

This. Is. Me.