Travis
Sometimes, people can be more honest with a stranger than with someone they know. And it's especially true when it comes to sex. They live out their fantasies that they wouldn't dare share with their own lovers. It's why I wanted to try being a cum dump myself. But for a long time, I couldn't work up the nerve to let a stranger have their way with me. Who knows what they'd do to me.
I kept seeing the open invitations on the hook up apps. The map was dotted with men nearby, profiles pictures of an enticing hole, or a muscular torso, or a well endowed dick. All with messages of no loads refused. But never a face.
So if they could keep putting themselves out there for anyone to use them, then why couldn't I?
I got myself ready. Cleaned up...down there. Took the same faceless pictures of myself. I must say, the images were hot. My sculpted abs and thick pecs, pubic hair pushing to the margin. My ass, round with a dusting of hair across the cheeks. And my cock handing mid-thigh. All with the message: "Blindfolded cum dump. Face down, ass up. Hosting for the next few hours. Easy access building."
The messages poured in minutes after I updated my profile.
"WYA?"
"Looking for loads?"
Sometimes without any words. Just a dick pic.
My reply was the same: "Cum over."
When I knew they were on their way, I'd unlock the front door and lay in bed, naked and on my stomach. Blindfolded, of course.
A couple were no shows. Flakes.
Then the door creaked open. I settled my nerves, waiting to welcome him into me. Heart racing to the sound of clothes dropping to the floor, or the squelching when he slathers lube on his cock. And the big thrust into me. Long and girthy. Leg hair brushing against my skin. His guttural grunts and he started to fuck me. But over after a couple minutes. His cock throbbing cum in my hole. He pulls out, leaving a trickle of cum down my taint. No words spoken, no goodbye. He got what he wanted.
And it's what I would have wanted too. If he lasted longer.
Guy two was just the opposite. Thin, twinky. Maybe some inexperienced college student. At least he took his time and laster much longer than guy one. Except guy two was more verbal. Way more verbal. Almost distracting. "I'm...I'm so close to cumming. But...I want to enjoy it more. You...you feel so fucking good." His ejaculation was bigger with a lot fo cum. But his orgasm vocalizations sounded more like...whimpers. Not a great way to end it in my opinion. At least he seemed happier about it. He thanked me several times before leaving.
Then guy three came in. Different than the others. Very different. In a good way. Not verbal. But confident about it. I could tell from the way he touched me, firm and purposeful. Lustful moans escaped his lips, when he wasn't nibbling my neck. He lay on top of me, his pecs resting on my back while his cock head teased my hole. Almost painless when he drove it in. Slow enough to be gentle. Thick enough for me to feel it. He pumped into me over and over. Not too fast so that he wouldn't cum too quickly. But enough for me to enjoy it. And I enjoyed him enjoying me.
He pulled out from my hole, then flipped me onto my stomach. I didn't think people did that to cum dumps. Still, I wasn't going to pass up the chance to feel more of his body against mine. Chest to chest. My legs wrapped around his waist. And when he thrust into me, I couldn't help but moan. All that muscle. His sweat dripping onto me. His kisses on my neck, my nipples. I shuddered. My own cock went rigid between our stomachs. Precum oozed onto his abs. So sensual. I reached for his ass and pulled him further into me. As if he could go even deeper.
It almost felt like he was trying to get pleasure out of me. Just as much as I tried to give him pleasure. Didn't think cum dump tops cared what the bottom felt.
He took my hands into his own, pinning me down to the bed while his cock pistoned inside me. So much sensation. My cock grew harder in the friction. Cum building up in my shaft. I could spew cum, hands free. If I wanted to. My breathing hitched. Couldn't cum before him. But with his cock head pushing into my prostate, keeping the load contained grew more difficult. Pressure mounted. I wanted to cum so badly.
"Cum me." I said. "I want it so much."
He picked up his pace. His cock grew harder. He was ready to cum too. And just when I couldn't keep my own orgasm in, he came inside me. He stopped his thrusts, his cock pulsing ropes of cum in me. His load gushed down my ass, leaving a wet spot on the mattress. He grunted with every throb.
I came too. My cum spilled across my abs. Drops streamed along my sides. More wet spots on the bed.
We lay for a few minutes together, panting. He still didn't say anything. He kissed me passionately, his cock softening but still thick enough to remained lodged in my hole.
"Thank you," I whisper.
He gets up. That familiar sound of clothes getting picked off the floor. Then he slips on his shoes and closes the front door behind him.
I couldn't move. The afterglow of our encounter was just too good. But after a few moments. I pull off the blindfold and grab my phone. I didn't do this with the others but for guy three, he deserved it. I opened the hook up app and look for his name. Just a few initials: TTTL.
"Hey. Thanks for coming over. You're welcome anytime."
After a minute he replies: "I'm sure I'll be back. If you'll know."
Whatever that means. "?"
"We'll make a game out of it."
"What kind of game?"
Three dots whirl on my screen for a while. "Well, let's see if you can tell when it is or isn't me."
"Why wouldn't I know?"
"Because you'd be blindfolded of course. Maybe I'll bring a different top. Whore you out. But maybe I get my fucks in too. We'll see which fucks you'll know is me, and which ones you won't."
The implications swirled. Would I know when it's him? Would I know when it isn't?
He continued. "Maybe I keep tabs on you. Follow you to work. I could walk right past you. I could be sitting next to you on the subway and you'd never know."
He added, "Or would you?"
Would I dare play this game. It felt risky. But maybe it would be worth it if I could experience him again. I send my reply.
"Okay. I'm in."
He sends back a smiling devil emoji. Then he logs out.
As much as I want to drift off to post-sex sleep, the mystery lingered in my head. The way he treated me was unlike any other hook up I had, anonymous or not. And the next thought drove me to sit up.
Did he...know me? Was that why his tryst was so different?
After all, he seemed like he knew some of my routine.
Like the way I take the subway to work.
