Slut

I left Dad’s place still in an endorphin-induced trance. My hole was really opened and still begging me to find it some additional stimulation. Unfortunately, the two fisting tops I’d messages were unavailable. 

I didn’t want to go home just yet. I found a secluded place to park my car and I stripped enough so that I could continue working my hole with my toys. Out came my “fist” dildo and quickly I was punch fucking myself with it. I soon wedged my 10” dildo underneath it and then resumed thrashing my own hole. 

I was getting tired and a little bored of playing with myself after awhile so I decided to visit that adult theatre once again where I’d sucked off those guys.  Only this time, I wanted cock up my ass, not down my throat. I paid the entry fee, along with my poppers, I walked back to the darkness where there are 4 theaters, 2 on each side separated by a wide corridor. Each theater showing some really outdated porn, 1 of the 4 showing gay porn. 

I decided to try my luck in the gay porn theatre. I removed my shoes and pulled off my pants, showing off my open hole bent over an old sofa in the back of the theater. I clutched the poppers into my palm and just waited. My open gape sensing the breeze in the air, it began to twitch rapidly. I was so overly horny I began to shake my ass a little. 

I’d turned my head back to see if I was drawing any attention and soon I could see the figure of a man walking towards me. It was too dark to make out his detailed features, but he appeared to stand somewhere in the 6 feet range and his silhouette gave me the impression he was a runner or swimmer because he was lean like me.  

I felt a hand caress my backside and I putted slightly. Then he spit into my crack and shoved a couple of fingers inside. It was still very much slick from the earlier fisting. He jabbed those fingers deeper and faster and I could hear him beating off in the background. Then he pulled his fingers out of my hole and shoved his dick inside it. Because of all the fisting and my toys, I was too loose to feel the specificity of his penis, but what I did feel is my hole becoming wetter by his load that was filling my ass. He’d shoved in that once and held it in there to make sure all his mancum was deposited right up my butt. 

I didn’t even get to thank him before he quickly pulled out, zipped up and walked away. My guess was he was some closeted married guy looking to use a hole to get off. Nothing wrong with that!

What I didn’t expect was not even 30-seconds later a second mine came out of nowhere and shoved his dick up my ass. He was thick, at least thick enough for me to feel it, and I loved the way my puffy cunt lips were being stimulated by the protruding parts of his shaft. He fucked me hard and the sound of flesh banging flesh was audible to anyone around us. I was moaning lightly, poppering up once again and then I began to bang my hips back hard into his thighs, tightly squeezing my swollen cunt around his ample man meat. I squeezed a load right out of this stranger’s balls. As he started to unload, he grabbed my hips and really let me have it, mixing his seed in with the previous load. 

After he pulled out, I heard a deep voice say, “turn around” in a demanding tone. Then the stranger said, “clean me off”. He was a white guy, wedding ring, football build, bearded. I loved his attitude. I loved that he had me pegged as a true sub and just instinctively knew I’d do whatever asked. So I kneeled down slightly to show the respect this top deserved and sucked and licked his semi clean. I patted his thighs when I was done and I looked up and said, “thank you, Sir!”.  He barely acknowledged me when he left. Made me feel like such a slut. 

I didn’t want to sit down just yet concerned all that cum would just gush right out of me if gravity took over so I went back to my initial pose bent over the sofa.  There was a gap of time before the next guy used me. I filled the gap by snorting poppers and listening to the twink threesome happening on the screen, shaking my ass again. 

I like when things happen in threes and this time I’d have that satisfaction.  A huge bear of a man with a big fluffy beard, kneeled behind me and began to run my hole out. Let’s say we got into some fletching in that he was definitely eating and tasting the other loads that were inside me, and as he explored the flaps of my gape with his tongue, cum was gushing out of me. I also pushed out my developing rosebud, and feeling his tongue dance in it made me delirious. 

With an audible slurp, the man rose up from his knees and filled me with his dick right down to his balls. His weight fleeced me forward on the sofa so he reached up to grab onto my shoulders and locked me into place I felt my body being slammed by his. His cock feeling so good violating my cunt. “Damn boy, you want my load up that ass?” He was asking for consent unlike the others who implied my consent when shooting into my ass. They were right by the way, I was a willing participant,  anyway, once I nodded my head and said, “yeah, man. Breed my fucking cunthole!”

That was a trigger for him because once I said those words, he picked up speed and went in full-on fuck mode, postponing inside me like a fuck-machine, my cock cage slipped right out of the jock from all the forceful thrusting, and now it was swaying my useless dick back and forth while he slammed his hard pecker inside of me. Then I heard him breathing harder and his body began to tense and shake. And then, and then, he dug his fingertips into the skin around my waist with his nails and I shrieked when I felt his cock just explode and unleash a gallon of man made spunk inside of me. He was truly flooding my guts emptying that nut from those huge hairy balls. 

After the three fucks I waited around just a little while longer before deciding to calm it quits and head home. As I laid in bed wearing a fresh jock after a nice shower, I couldn’t help but think I was a slut after everything that happened in the previous hours.

I feel alive when I’m on the hunt and being used. I feel like I’m fulfilling my true purpose and it is so liberating once you understand who you truly are. In the decade (plus) that I’ve dedicated my life to sexual and other servitude, I know I’m fulfilling my destiny. I know there is a very real hierarchy of men that exists in this world. I thrive living on the bottom of it, literally and physically.  These are the thoughts that were running through my head as I drifted off to sleep.