Ok, so I have a confession. I am not much of a bottom, but sometimes special occasions get me in the mood. On Sunday, I hit a milestone on Substack followers and decided to take a page out of Kai’s book and do something messy.
So I got online, started typing a new note that would hopefully be worthy of this milestone.
“Gemini Fox calling all Texas Subscribers. Cumdump Saturday night. My place.”
With 30 minutes left, I turned down the lights in my room and lit some scented candles. Lavender. Vanilla. Something subtle. The aroma filled the air and with a deep breath I unrolled a black towel. Smoothing out any creases. Wondering who these people were going to be showing up. Should I think of them as guests or just strangers here for one purpose.
I sighed as I set out a bottle of lube and a marker, laying them in a small fabric-lined basket next to the bed. Martha Stewart would be so proud. Maybe I should put a bow on them. No, that is stupid.
Ten minutes left I slid on a black jock I had just bought, snapping the sides a couple of times, and looked in the mirror.
Checking myself out.
I might not be a bottom, but Fox has an ass, I said, jiggling it in admiration.
Then my phone dinged.
5 minutes left and the first guy, Thomas34303, pinged me saying he was parking.
Shit. Guess this is happening. I turned off the lights and put on the blindfold after giving one last set of instructions.
After running around and getting ready, the silence was deafening.
I could hear my ears ringing as I strained to hear any sound of him approaching.
Breathing in. Then out slowly.
Trying to control my breathing.
Then nothing.
I sighed. Where is he??
Then I heard the doorknob rattle. Slowly turn.
And click open.
The door was followed by more silence.
Then a creak. And another creak of him walking up the stairs.
I realized at this moment. What he looked like. Did he have a criminal record?
The only thing I knew was that this person was here to use me.
And had read my stories. Every single one.
Thanks Tom. #TheGeminiFox. Subscribe below.
As I sat there, exposed, naked except for the jock, I heard him reach the top of the stairs. Could feel him standing in the doorway watching. Part of me said run. This isn’t safe.
Another part, the dark side of me that always took over in these situations, said stay. You don’t want to go anywhere. It’s time to submit.
I swallowed hard as I heard Tom moan as he observed my ass.
Then the sound of a metal buckle. And pants unbuttoning.
Time stopped. What should have been minutes felt like hours as he walked over to me.
Then his cold, large hands grabbed my ass.
“L-lube’s on the table,” I said.
No words. Just movement.
I could hear him curse under his breath trying to open the lube container. I had forgotten to open it. God, he’s going to think I am such an amateur. I wanted to apologize but it would kill the mood.
I was forgetting my own rules: No talking. No names. Just cum.
I heard the top finally pop open. A wet sound on his flesh as it sounded like he was lubing himself up. Then a cold hand applied some on the outside of my hole. Slapping it on gently before applying some with a finger.
A larger, thick finger.
It probed me, feeling that I was ready enough, and then pushed his cock against me. I could feel his thickness throbbing. And the head felt huge.
Gliding up my crack, I could feel he wasn’t that long. Thank God for short dicks! This was the perfect starter dick for the night.
I put my head down on top of my hands that were clasped together. Praying to whatever god you pray to before you get railed.
Then he pushed in, somehow already out of breath.
I could smell his cologne or aftershave. Whatever it was he smelled older. Much older than I was.
The thought of not knowing what he looked like made my hole relax and take all of him inside easily.
That wasn’t too bad, I said as he bottomed out. His belly hitting my backside.
Hey there, big boy, I thought as I felt his pubes brush against my ass. He held it there. I was still tight but this was manageable. Then he started thrusting in and out and my body relaxed.
Two things stood out: how hard he was fucking me and how with each thrust his belly jammed against my ass. Hugging it like a blanket.
He was soon going in and out pretty fast. Doing that jackrabbit thing that bottoms sometimes complain about.
I see why.
It was fast, felt ok, but not enough to hit my insides in all the right places.
I was inexperienced at bottoming, he was inexperienced at being a good top.
I didn’t care. I wasn’t there for my pleasure. Just to make him happy.
Take his load.
He pumped harder. In. Out. His breathing became rasping and quick.
God, please don’t last long, I thought.
And he didn’t. He held my hips as he went even faster. Breathing harder still.
Then grunted louder as he pulled me close. His stomach pushing into my ass and unloading deep inside.
He held it there, probably admiring his work painting my insides, as he stepped back.
Me trying to hold every drop in for the next guy to use.
Then the forgiving silence.
Followed by a pen cap. He was moving closer, almost feeling his breath. Then the cold, wet tip of a permanent marker as he made a notch on my back.
He grabbed my ass, feeling it one last time before he stumbled back to his pants.
His impatient sighs and heavy breathing acting as a bad remix live in my bedroom. Dubbed with the beats of him bumping into my furniture three times as he finished getting dressed.
Then hearing creaking as he went down. As he left, I heard conversation at the door.
“How was he,” a voice. A much younger voice said.
“Not bad, better than his writing.”
Fuck you, Tom.
“Perfect, been 4 days,” I heard the new guy say as the front door closed and he quickly made his way up the stairs. Too quickly.
While the other guy undressed by the door, this one was dressed for efficiency.
His footsteps stopped and it was followed by the waistband of his shorts popping.
Releasing his cock by the sound of a meaty thud.
Uh oh. It sounded big.
Please don’t be big. Please don’t be big. Again praying to the bottom gods.
Then I felt him slap it against my crack. It wasn’t big. It was huge, 9+ if I had to guess.
Bigger than I had ever taken. I moved my ass away from him as my legs started shaking.
“Yeah Fox...going to give that to you. You want it, don’t you,” he said, his sparse mustache brushing my ear.
No. I don’t. Rearranging my insides was not on the list for tonight.
His hands moved my right leg back, then the left.
“Move over to the right.
More.
Left.
Arch your back more. I like it when a guy spreads his legs more.” Just constant instruction.
Fuck, I thought. This had to be DarylUtah23423 from the comments. Always telling me how to write the stories.
He was pushy.
In the chat I hated it.
Here it made my body feel warm, shake harder in anticipation with each command.
I could feel his tip hit my taint as he started lining up.
Leaking a bit of the first guy’s load from before.
“Fuck, dude, that’s hot,” he said as he used the tip of his dick to scoop up the cum and lube up his tip before sliding it inside.
FUCK, he was thick and long. I moved a pillow under me, biting it in anticipation even before the first touch. Bracing as I felt him push harder.
“More lube please,” I begged, pointing to the basket. Buying myself some time.
He applied a healthy amount before he was back on my hole, adding pressure. I was pushing down, trying to accept him, but my ass was fighting me.
I breathed in and then a longer exhale. Thinking of anything but the monster cock trying to enter me.
Then he breached inside me. Sliding halfway down, not stopping. Me pushing off him slightly. He was even thicker halfway down.
I was crying. Wanting to scream.
He had to be younger, early twenties, based on his impatience.
I felt like I was being stretched and torn open. He didn’t hold back. Not a second. Kept inching his way into me. His body heat was nowhere to be found and that meant one thing.
He wasn’t all the way in yet.
I tried breathing. Relaxing. But he had other plans.
He pushed all the way in to the hilt.
FUCCCCK, I screamed as he kissed between my shoulder blades.
Then bit. Hard.
UGH, I said, his cock invading me deeper. This guy hurt so bad.
Then my ass stopped hurting. Relaxed and adjusted as he kept buried in me.
Then I felt it. A need for more.
Without thinking I found myself sliding up and down his cock.
Tears replaced by determination as his cock started to meet my thrusts.
Then WHACK, stinging on my ass as he slapped me.
Causing me to scream in pleasure.
Again. Please again. I thought as I bit my lower lip and smiled.
He did not. Just used his cock to give me the pain his hand took away.
He slammed into me, all the way out then back in. Harder. Faster. Could feel his hip bones hit my ass.
A skinny boy with a thick cock.
A thick hot cock.
“Sir. Your ass feels amazing!!”
SIR?!
His thin fingers pulled my hair back as he licked my neck.
I moaned as every bony thrust was pure pleasure. Hitting my prostate by sheer size, not technique.
Bringing me close to orgasm.
Then without warning or sound he dove deep. Felt warmth spread inside me. Much bigger than the one before.
His 4-day load filled me up. Then he collapsed. Feeling his lean body on top of me. Sweating.
Then as quickly as he came, he got up, went to the marker and added his tally to my back.
After he left, there was nothing. Quiet again. Except a dull ache as I waited. The sound of crickets outside judging me and laughing.
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