“Yeah, fuck my sloppy hole,” I begged the hung biker dude, his tattooed arm traveling up my back and gripping my shoulder as he railed me atop the cum-soaked motel mattress. My phone was blowing up on the bed table, but I didn’t care. I had lost count of how many dicks that I had taken that day, how many loads dumped up my ass.
I would often find myself in this particular mood—the mood to be used and abused by several random guys, taking cock after cock, load after load, in the span of mere hours. If ignored, the urge would consume me, making it impossible to conduct any of my daily affairs. I was powerless to resist.
Attractive, muscular, clean cut, and clean shaven, one would never suspect that I liked dick. I played football in high school, then joined a fraternity in college. I loved watching football, drinking beer, shooting hoops, and playing golf with my buddies. I presented like any other red-blooded, straight, American male that one might encounter—but it was all an act, a perfectly constructed facade. Deep down inside, I was a cum dump. A gentleman on the streets, a freak in the sheets.
I had awoken that particular morning wanting some dick—no—needing some dick. There was no ignoring it. And so I gave into the urge, calling into work and giving my boss some bullshit story of being sick and needing to spend the day in bed. Well, at least the part about the bed was true.
Needing a discreet place to offer up my ass, I checked into a seedy motel on the truck route just outside of town. My only luggage was a bottle of lube and some poppers. The motel was a total shit hole, notorious for being a good place to score just about anything illicit, including drugs and sex. My meaty ass would be on the menu that day.
The manager eyed me suspiciously when I asked to pay for the room in cash. He was used to my type. “No flushing condoms down the toilet,” he lectured sternly while handing over the key, “or else the pipes get backed up.”
“What’s a condom?” I joked, eyeing his wedding band, his ample bulge. “You're welcome to drop by my room later if your pipes are backed up. ”
Ensconced in my dirty motel room, I stripped down and shoved my clothes and shoes into the closet. I next prepped my hole diligently, placing the lube and poppers on the bed table, along with my phone. I then logged onto Grindr, updating my profile with my room number at the motel, including an open invite to come use my ass. All were welcome, no dick refused.
After unlocking the door to my room, leaving it ajar, I climbed upon the bed. I then positioned myself on all fours, my ass at the edge of the bed, ready to be mounted. My hole was open for business. It wasn’t long before I had my first customer.
“Psst—you taking cock?” a deep voice called from the doorway.
“Yeah, dude. Fucking breed me,” I taunted, looking over my shoulder to see a beefy guy with hairy arms, a logo on his shirt that read: Speedy Plumbing. I’ll say one thing for plumbers, they sure know how to lay some pipe.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, unzipping and pushing a thick nine-incher into me, opening me up. “How many cocks you had this morning so far?” he asked, delivering some deep strokes.
“You’re the first,” I replied. “Your warm load will be the lube for all the others.”
“Damn, I’m honored,” he laughed, picking up the pace, pounding me hard, the bed springs squeaking in perfect unison to his rhythm. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“I won’t be by the time you’re done with me,” I joked, grinding my hole into his pubes, taking him deeper.
“Damn, I ain’t gonna last long in this tight cunt,” the plumber announced. “Just feels too fucking good.”
“Breed me when you’re ready,” I advised. “Dump that big load in me.”
“You’re ‘bout to get it,” he warned. “OH FUCK—DAMN.”
“Mmm yeah—seed my hole,” I begged as his cock erupted inside of me, delivering my first load of the day.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out as soon as his dick had stopped throbbing in my depths. “I hope you get a lot of cock today,” he slapped my ass, his warm load dripping from my hole, sliding down the back of my ballsack in search of the sheet below me.
“You done with him?” a voice sounded from the doorway as the plumber was pulling up his pants. I looked back to see a guy in blue scrubs—a doctor, I assumed.
“Yeah,” the plumber replied. “His cunt is fucking incredible.”
“Sweet,” the doctor remarked, pulling down the front of his scrub pants, unleashing an eight-incher with a fat ‘shroom head. “I’ve got a four-day load for this cum dump.”
Immediately, the doctor was inside my used hole. Grabbing me by the hips, he went from zero to sixty in about three seconds, jackhammering me.
“Fuck, I love a sloppy hole,” he remarked, his balls slapping my ass over and over, the plumber’s warm cum working out of me each time the doctor thrusted deep. “You like this big dick up your ass, you fucking cock slut?”
“Yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips to match his rhythm. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”
The doctor’s pace was too fast, too deliberate, zeroing in on his goal with surgeon-like precision. I knew he couldn’t last long at that rate. And so I wasn’t surprised when his cock began to swell and pulse inside of me.
“SHIT—I’m cumming,” he announced urgently. “Yeah—take this nut, you fuckin’ whore—GOD DAMN.”
“My turn,” a deep bass suddenly sounded, practically pushing the doctor out of the way as he pulled out of me, his cock still dripping his pearly load. “You want some more cum, bitch?” the new guy asked.
I looked back to see a tall, muscular guy in a Peterbilt trucker’s cap. Sporting a flannel shirt with ripped-off sleeves, his faded jeans were undone, his massive cock instantly breaching my used hole.
“FUCK,” I cried out, as the trucker rammed into me, driving that big Mack truck up my used ass.
“It’s a hole splitter,” he gloated, pushing deep into me, my sphincter stretched to the max. “Hope you like a big one.”
“I love a big one,” I replied, biting the sheet, my hole torn in two. Fuck, his big cock was a lot to take. I reached for the poppers on the bed table, taking a hit. I then handed them to the trucker, who gave a deep inhale in both nostrils before returning the bottle to me. Feeling a bit more relaxed, I lowered my head, angling my ass higher, allowing him to slide deeper.
“That’s it, bitch,” he growled, his hairy balls mashed against my hole. “Open up that pretty cunt for me.”
He was driving me hard, battering my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. The whole bed was shaking, the headboard banging against the wall. I could have been happy with that big dick up my ass all day—but his balls had other plans.
“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded. “You want me to seed this sloppy hole?”
“YES,” I cried, his cock already throbbing inside of me, releasing a massive load.
“SHIT—DAMN,” he grunted over and over, his warm load spewing in my depths.
“You want some more dick, boy?” a voice suddenly hissed in my ear as the trucker pulled out of me. A stocky guy with a barrel chest and hairy arms was soon unzipping his shorts, pulling out a beer can cock. The name of a local high school team, the Ridgefield Rams, was emblazoned on the upper corner of his polo shirt. A silver whistle hung around his neck.
“I gotta make this quick,” the high school coach announced, looking at his Apple Watch. “I snuck out of a faculty meeting to come breed your hole.”
“Yeah—get that fat cock in me,” I begged as he mounted me. Digging into my shoulders, he launched a swift offense on my ass.
“Yeah, boy,” the coach barked loudly, as if I was a player on the field. “Take this dick—take this big—fat—dick.”
The coach wrapped his hairy arms around me, his furry belly rubbing against my ass, his entire body grinding into me. He was breathing hard, inching himself closer and closer to scoring.
“Get ready for my nut,” he barked at me. “Here it comes, boy. OH FUCK—OH SHIT—Yeah, here it comes, boy—FUUCK.”
“Yeah—breed me,” I moaned as I counted ten—eleven—twelve forceful shots of cum that was deposited in my depths as his body convulsed atop me.
“Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” the coach exhaled, pulling out of me, his cum dripping from my hole and onto the growing splotch of jizz on the bedsheet. “Looks like your next guy is already waiting,” he observed before ambling to the bathroom to take a piss in the rust-stained toilet.
I turned back my face to discover a well-dressed, handsome Black man standing in the doorway. He wore a silver cross around his neck that matched his wedding band. A name tag fixed to his coat said Reverend under his name.
“Looks like I got here just in time,” he laughed to himself. Removing his clothes, the preacher arranged them carefully on a chair by the window. Fuck, the dude was hung—easily twelve inches with a prominent curve downward.
“Flip over on your back, baby,” he directed me. “I want to see your pretty face when I’m plowing your pussy.”
Obediently, I flipped over, pulling my knees to my chest, presenting my used hole to him. Gripping that big, dark anaconda in his fist, the preacher climbed on the bed and mounted me swiftly.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he exhaled, his silver cross dangling in my face as he looked down at his big cock gliding in and out of my hole. “This here is some good pussy—damn, fuckin’ good.”
Pushing his meaty hands against my thighs, he raised my ass, his massive cock sliding balls deep in me. Fuck, it felt amazing. Engaging his hips, he began to pummel the shit out of me, his low-hangers slapping my hole over and over again.
“Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “You like Daddy’s cock up your ass? You like this big, black cock in your tight, pink, pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Your big, black cock feels so good inside me.”
“You had a lot of dick today, baby?” the preacher asked, pounding me harder. “You take a lot of loads in this tight pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I affirmed. “Four loads so far.”
“That’s a good little cock slut,” he thrusted deep in me. “You’re about to get load number five. You want my cum, baby? You want me to spill my seed in this pretty, pink pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”
“Fuck yeah, baby,” the preacher began to shudder, his big cock throbbing in my depths. “That’s it, baby—take my cum—FUCK—DAMN.”
Pulling out of me, a massive gush of his pearly load escaped my gaping hole. With two fingers, the preacher swiped it up and fed his sweet ambrosia to me. Fucking delicious.
“That’s fucking hot, bro,” a voice in the room remarked. Two fraternity guys had arrived, sporting t-shirts with the Greek letters ΦΥK scrawled across the front. “You done with the cum dump?” one of the frat guys asked the preacher. “His hole any good?”
“Fuck, boy. His sweet pussy is God’s gift to men,” the preacher wiped his spent dick on the sheet before getting dressed, stuffing his big dick back into his pants. “You two boys enjoy his wet cunt.”
“Thanks, bro,” the one frat guy remarked, pulling down the front of his athletic shorts, resting the waistband below his balls, just before shoving his thick eight-incher into me in one, violent thrust.
“Shit,” I winced, my hole sore from all the use and abuse inflicted on it thus far.
“Shut up, bitch,” the frat boy with his dick up my ass scolded. “Now suck my bro here while I fuck you.”
The other frat guy had climbed to the front of the bed, his fat cock hanging out of his shorts. Gripping me by the hair, he tipped back my head and shoved his big cock down my throat. Jackhammering my tonsils, his hairy balls slapped against my chin repeatedly.
“Yeah, bitch—suck my cock,” he ordered as his buddy proceeded to pummel my ass. “Suck my big, fucking cock.”
“That’s so fucking hot, bro,” the frat boy in my ass remarked, high-fiving the frat boy who was down my throat. “This bitch is gettin’ it on both ends. You gonna nut down his throat?”
“Nah, dude,” he shook his head. “I wanna cum up his ass—breed his sloppy hole. You getting close?”
“Yeah, bro. I’m almost there,” he assured his bud, picking up the pace.
“Hurry up, dude,” the other one admonished. “I’m getting close—and I want to seed this bitch, too.”
“I’m close, bro—almost there—OH FUCK—I’m so close, bro—HOLY SHIT—Yeah, take my cum, you fucking bitch.”
As the one frat guy bred my hole, his cock spewing his warm load in me, the other one quickly extracted himself from my throat. Pushing his bud off me, his cock still spraying his pearly load as it popped out of my gaping hole, the other one shoved into me.
“Holy fuck, your cum is so warm inside his hole,” he remarked to his buddy, his big dick coated in the other dude’s cum. “Shit—I’m gonna cum already—FUCK—FUCK.”
While the second frat guy dumped a huge load in me, his buddy shoved his cummy cock in my mouth. Sucking it clean, I reveled in the ecstasy of getting bred by two frat guys—just seconds apart.
“That was fucking hot, bro,” the one remarked to the other as they both extricated their big dicks from my opposite ends. “You do this a lot—take dick at this motel?”
“Often enough,” I answered. “Whenever the mood strikes.”
“That’s hot,” the other one replied, stuffing his spent dick back into his shorts. “You gonna be here a bit later today? We could maybe bring back a few more brothers—have a proper gang bang with you.”
“I’d like to watch that,” a voice sounded from the doorway—the motel manager finally dropping by to see me. “Looks like you’ve had a successful day so far,” he observed, eyeing the cum-soaked sheets under me as the frat boys took their leave. “I can smell jizz from all the way down at the office,” he laughed.
“You gonna fuck me?” I asked, flipping back onto my stomach, presenting my used ass to him, eyeing his tented pants. “You gonna get that big dick in me?”
“Fuck yes,” he growled, unzipping his pants, pulling out a thick cock with a prominent vein along one side. “It’s not like my wife is gonna spread her legs for me when I get home tonight, so I might as well dump a load in you.”
Planking above me, the motel manager mounted my cummy hole. With his fists digging into the mattress on either side of me, he wasted no time in pummeling my hole at a breakneck pace. Jesus, it felt good.
“Shit, man,” he marveled. “I’ve pounded my nut into a lot of cum dumps at this motel, but I ain’t never had my dick in a pussy that was this good. Damn, you’ve got a hot cunt.”
“Thanks, man,” I replied. “You’ve got a great dick on you.”
“I bet you tell all the tops that,” he joked, slapping my ass before moving his hands to my shoulders, slamming all of his weight into me. “Fuck man—I’m already about to bust. I can’t hold back anymore—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK.”
No sooner had the motel manager seeded my ass and pulled out of me, when a construction guy jumped in, his big dick hanging out of a pair of unzipped Carhartt cargo pants. Pushing me into the mattress, he grunted his warm load into me in a matter of minutes.
I don’t know if it was too many hits of poppers, or if I went into some type of tantric trance, but everything became a blur after that. Guy after guy. Cock after cock. Load after load. I was in a stupefied state of bliss.
I could vaguely recall the return of the frat guys with several of their buds, delivering the gang bang they had promised. I’m pretty sure a couple of cops dropped by and seeded my hole around that time, as well. And I’m almost certain the motel manager made an encore performance, breeding my used ass and telling me that he wouldn’t charge me for the room next time.
Minutes turned to hours and, before I knew it, it was late in the day and some tattooed biker dude in a Harley t-shirt was plowing my puffy hole. His big cock had a distinct upward curve, and he was getting my prostate magnificently.
“Yeah, fuck my sloppy hole,” I begged the biker dude, his tattooed arm traveling up my back and gripping my shoulder as he railed me atop the cum-soaked mattress. I was vaguely aware that my phone was blowing up on the bed table, vibrating almost non-stop.
“You need to answer that?” the biker asked, now gripping my shoulders with both hands, jackhammering me hard. “Sounds like someone really needs to speak with you.”
“Nah,” I declined. “The only thing I need right now is to feel your big dick shooting your warm load up my ass.”
“Well—you’re about to get it,” the biker promised, pounding me harder, his big dick routing my cummy depths. “Shit, man. I wanted to hold back—but your cunt is just too—fuck, man—here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”
I ground my ass into him, reveling in the feeling of his warm load inside of me, his cock throbbing over and over. I had no clue of how many loads I had taken at that point. All I knew was that each load felt better than the next. I was like a junkie chasing my next high—I wanted more cock, more cum. My thirst was unquenchable.
“Damn, man,” the biker dude exclaimed, pulling out of me. “That’s the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.”
“Thanks,” I smiled, happily seeded as I watched the biker dude pulling on his clothes, his big dick disappearing into his ripped jeans. For the first time all day, there wasn’t already some guy waiting for his turn with me. I knew that I should call it a day. My used hole was wrecked, pounded to a pulp. Sitting in my office chair was going to be rough the next day at work—a small price to pay.
When the biker dude had left, his warm load still dripping from my sloppy hole, I finally looked at my phone. I had twelve texts and five missed calls from my wife. The bitch can be such a fucking cock block at times.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I apologized upon calling her back, sitting on the edge of the cum-soaked bed. “Work was crazy today, and the boss made me stay late.”
After she berated me for ignoring her calls and texts, I assured my wife that I would be home soon. Apparently, dinner was on the table and getting cold—much like her frigid cunt.
“Yes, babe,” I promised before ending the call. “I won’t forget to pick up a pack of diapers on the way home.”
I arose from the bed, a melange of cum from countless dudes escaping from my puffy hole and streaming down the inside of my thigh. A quick shower would be essential before returning home to the wife and kids, not wanting to reek of raw, man-on-man sex.
But just as I was about to enter the bathroom, a soft knock sounded at the door. I turned around to find an attractive businessman in a shirt and tie, a wedding band on his finger. He was clearly looking to dump a load before heading home to his wife.
“Am I too late?” he asked regretfully, unzipping his dress pants and pulling out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard. “You still taking cock?”
“My hole is still open,” I informed him, climbing back on the bed, presenting my used, puffy cunt to him. “Get that big dick in me, dude.”
The businessman mounted me quickly, exhaling slowly, his pants around his knees, his tie tossed back over his shoulder. And as he picked up his pace and railed me from behind, his big dick plumbing my cummy depths, I reached for my phone on the bed table.
“Sorry, babe,” I texted my wife. “The boss is making me stay another few hours. It’s gonna be a late night. Don’t wait up for me.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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