My weekends aren't spent like many of my coworkers or friends. I hear stories of trips to museums with partners or kids or weekend trips to the lake or even a relaxing night at home. I have some of those...sometimes. But my weekends were usually spent being a cumdump.
I know the record scratched to a halt at that, but yes. I'm in my 20s and I just am used as a cumdump. I get a motel on the sketchy side of town where I know the night auditor. He gives me a good price, and I spend my Friday night-Sunday evening there. I'll go home sometimes to get some stuff done if it's slow or if I've been causing too much attention from other guests, but otherwise I'm there until Sunday evening, and I honestly enjoy it. It's a one-eighty from my prudish upbringing and provides endless fodder for jerk-offs through the week.
There's something so arousing in having a man orgasm in you. The deep, guttural, almost primal grunts and moans as he shoots his warm seed in a tight hole are undescribable. Early on, I would cum just getting filled up. I was shocked when it first happened. I rolled over after a guy pounded my hole while I was flat on the bed to a large spot of cum on the sheets. My cock was damp, but it was an excellent feeling.
Many guys who come see me are there for relief. That's obvious. Some tell me they're straight in a marriage with kids but the bedroom is dead. It's been weeks since the last time he nutted and his wife is never in the mood. These are the hottest for me but also the most volatile. There's been a few times where post-nut clarity slams him and I'm accused of tricking him, that he'll get an STD. Usually a stern "Get the fuck out" will make him scatter, but I had to grab my knife once.
Some just thrive on an anon hook-up. They love walking in, getting their dicks hard and pounding out a load without the expectation of helping someone else get off. They give me their load and get on their way, thanking me with a slap on the ass.
Others fit into the "misfits" category. Men who struggle to get hookups/get laid due to weight, general attractiveness, hygiene (the worst) or sexual issues. When I first started, my clientele were mainly late-50s men who didn't want to accept they weren't young, and the young guys didn't want them. Some had boundary issues that I had to put into place. But now, it's a mix of them, guys that need to shower more (did I say this is the worst), and guys with sexual issues and not enough confidence to overcome it. Most were premature ejaculators. Guys who could barely last a minute, some barely 30 seconds. They left tips, though I don't ask for anything like that. And they were great tips. Some would go a second round, usually just as fast as the first. One of my most memorable guys was someone who had a chronic sexual issue that he attributed me to partially fixing.
It was a cold winter night. A snowstorm was predicted to come through in about 2 hours, but it'd already started snowing. The day had been bitterly cold, so I only had 2 loads in me. I lay in bed playing with my half-hard, light brown cock, wondering if I should just go home and sleep in my own bed tonight. I know that I wouldn't be seeking out ass in this type of weather. Porn and my hand would've done me fine. I'd decided that I was going to go home when I get a message. The picture is of a guy that has to be about 6'0, medium brown skin, curly hair in a high top fade and diamond earrings. Probably not his pic.
"Wut do I hv to do to u?" his message read.
"Nothing. You come in, do what you gotta do to nut and leave. That's the point of this."
"So...nuthn? No expectations?"
I only sent back the emoji shaking it's head. We had a bit more convo and I immediately knew he was inexperienced, nervous and hiding something. At this point, I assumed the "something" was a quick shot. I was almost sure he'd come in with a less than average dick, stick it in, finish and be out the door before a single commercial finished. He tells me he will be there in 20 minutes.
Based on the messages, I decided to clean up a bit. I squeeze the cum out of my ass and quickly spray a bit of water up my hole to be clean for him. I knew he wouldn't be into other guys' loads in me. I wipe my dick and balls off and get back in the bed.
"All that work. Let's see if he shows"
At 20 minutes on the dot, I get a message.
"Can you be on your hands and knees and can it be dark?"
"Sure. I'll unlock the door. Room 205, in the corner."
I hide my wallet, keys and phone just in case and get on all 4s. I toss the jockstrap on the floor. I hear a pair of footsteps that stop at the door then slowly open it. The shadow from the light outside shows that this guy is at least as tall as he claimed. I assume his request is because everything else was a lie.
He utters a short "thanks" as he closes and locks the door. I hear his pants slide to the floor. He's breathing kind of fast but that's normal for a first-time guy. He comes up behind me and smacks my ass, parting my cheeks and slipping a finger in.
"Damn." His finger goes in me and he finger-fucks me for a few minutes. I moan a bit and feel pre-cum ooze out of me onto the bed. I was now curious what this guy could do and why he was so secretive.
I felt the tip of his very obviously limp cock touch my hole. He tries a few times to get the tip in to no avail. He cusses a bit and steps back. I tell him to grab the lube by the tv behind him and relax. It's cool. We all get this way. The lube opens and I hear him squirt some. Then the sound of him playing with his dick. Fast, rhythmic, borderline desperate strokes. Like his hand was begging his cock not to betray him.
After a few minutes, he returns to me. he puts a little bit of lube on my hole and fingers it in before trying again. He takes a couple of deep breaths and lines his cock back with my hole. I can tell he's at least a little hard and he manages to get the head and a little bit of the shaft in. He holds my hips and pushes more in before moving his hips very deliberately and slowly. His cock didn't move too much but I could tell it got a little harder. He made slow thrusts, moaning almost constantly. His moans came from a very deep place. He needed this more than he'd ever let on.
A few minutes passed before he asked if he could finish inside me. "Of course," I say with a smile. I grab my own cock and stroke at his rhythm. He begins pumping harder as do I. He begins to quiver, his hips hitting mine in animalistic lust.
"Fuck, I'mma nut," he exclaims. His hips slam against my ass and stay there this time. He's as deep as he can be, given everything, and the first rope of thick hot cum explodes from his cock just as I begin to cum. I keep my nut quiet, but it's one of the most powerful I've had in a while being with someone. My hole hugs his dick as I cum, milking out a large bit of cum. When his orgasm finishes, he gasps and staggers back slightly, causing a "pop" sound as his dick falls out of me. I immediately feel his load oozing out onto the bed and some onto my balls. It felt endless, and I really wondered how much he had cum.
I keep my head on the bed, stroking the last few dribbles of cum out of my own cock. The sheets are beyond ruined at this point. He quickly gets dressed after wiping his cock off with the towel I leave near the TV. He smacked my ass like so many others and said, "Thank you so much, man."
After he left, I got up and saw that there was a large puddle of cum where I was, both from me and him. Cum ran down my thigh. I touched my ass and coated my fingers with his load. I don't know what he had going on, but i know he needed that.
He eventually texted me explaining. It'd been months since he had been able to get it up, and he needed the release. He was too ashamed to try with a hookup and refused to take care of it himself as he felt his dick betrayed him. We met a few more times through the winter while times were slow for us both. The last time we met, he got a solid wood most of the time. From what I remember, he moved out of state but said I was the best piece of ass he'd had. To this day, I don't think I've cum as easily from a guy fucking me like I did with him. I guess God can't give everyone all the gifts or else we won't be humble.
