Convention Cum Dump
Greg was aware that what he was doing was wrong, but the strong desire within him propelled him forward. It wasn't that he despised his wife, nor did he aim to hurt her; he was simply trapped in a sexless marriage and craved relief.
"That's it, boy, ride that dildo like it was my cock," came from the speaker. Greg had no idea if the person on the other end was truly named Ronnie or not, and it didn't matter. What mattered was the feeling of his prostate being stimulated as he moved on the fake penis and the sight of Ronnie pleasuring himself on-screen.
"I'm going to cum," Greg moaned as he raised and lowered himself.
"That's it, no hands, boy. Let Daddy see how much you love cock."
As Greg felt his testicles tighten, his penis erupted with streams of cum spraying on the table. At the same time, Ronnie's cock twitched and an arc of seed shot onto his abdomen. The initial spurt was followed by more as Ronnie quickly lowered his still-hard penis.
"Thanks, man," Greg said as he removed himself from the dildo, "I'd better clean up before the wife gets home."
"Anytime, and you need to get yourself a real cock soon. If you ever travel to Seattle, look me up, and I'll fuck you mercilessly."
As Greg tidied up, he knew that Ronnie was right. He required a real penis, and he needed it immediately.
Happy that there was no evidence of his misconduct, he sat back in his chair, contemplating his future.
Greg approached middle age and was still in fairly good shape, and his body hair didn't deter gay tops online. Rather, it stimulated them, especially when he told them he was married.
Greg had always been uncertain about his sexuality since his youth, when he would discreetly watch other males in locker rooms. Although he never acted on anything, and when Louise came along, it appeared natural to marry. Sex in bed was acceptable, but neither appeared to have much interest, particularly when it didn't produce the desired outcome of children. Once Louise reached an age where having children was no longer possible, they ceased their sexual relationships altogether and started sleeping in separate rooms.
When sex stopped completely, Greg began browsing online porn, eventually focusing on gay porn. It was a natural progression from viewing photos of cocks to watching videos. He soon started sharing pictures and videos in chat rooms and even watched them with someone else, often a frustrated married father similar to himself.
When a gay top instructed him to switch on his webcam, Greg agreed, provided he could conceal his face. The first time he mentioned this, the curt reply was, "Not interested in your face; it's your cock and ass I want to see... unless your mouth is wrapped around my cock."
The slide was total as he masturbated for others, finding their encouragement highly erotic. He purchased a dildo he used with great fervour and was proud of the accolades he received when he climaxed hands-free.
The one thing he hadn't yet persuaded himself to perform was taking a genuine penis. He had tried placing advertisements in gay contact websites but found nothing nearby. Even if there was someone close by, he wasn't confident enough to engage with someone he might know.
Then one day, an opportunity fell into his lap. His boss phoned him about the upcoming national conference in Seattle that year. Greg had already been attempting to reconnect with Ronnie to inquire about his location, so his boss's first remark sent a small terror through him, as he believed his plans might be ruined.
"It seems there might be an issue with Seattle," Greg held his breath, awaiting further details from his boss. "The plan was for the Chicago office to travel together on Tuesday and return on Friday afternoon. However, someone in logistics has made an error with the return flight. We're looking for a volunteer to catch the flight back on Saturday and remain overnight."
"Would Saturday morning be possible, boss?" Greg tried to sound casual.
"If you decided to leave on Saturday, you can select the flight time - and we'll upgrade you to business class."
Greg wished to shout "yes," but his boss might interpret hesitancy as reluctance. "Sure, boss, anything to help."
"Greg, you're amazing. Don't push the expenses too far, but feel free to have a little fun."
Following check-in, he got settled in his room. However, the decor seemed oddly familiar to him. A sudden connection clicked, prompting him to log onto the Wi-Fi and navigate to his preferred video site. Among his favorites was one labeled '4 Hotel Fun.' It depicted a man receiving oral sex from four guys in a hotel room. The video was a favorite of his, as he often fantasized about the setting more than the graphic content. Maybe it had been shot right here in this hotel?
After comparing the room with the video, he was sure it had. This realization caused his excitement to surge. He removed his trousers and started stroking his erection. Closing his eyes, he pictured himself there, experiencing real sex and a hard cock for the first time. Unfortunately, this ritual was interrupted by a notification on his phone. His boss requested a meeting in a bar in fifteen minutes, insisting that the company was treating. Feeling disappointed, he tucked himself away, knowing he would have to wait until Friday.
Day one at the conference was monotonous and exhausting, lengthened by the multiple welcomes that seemed interminable. Greg's attention was further distracted by the hangover that had taken most of the day to subside. Stretching his legs, he wanted to relieve himself, but his boss blocked his departure. Thanking him for his flexibility, his boss held him in the conference hall for an additional period.
Urging his escape, Greg crossed the hall to the men's toilet. His relief was palpable as he finally reached the urinal and relieved himself. He couldn't help but sigh, feeling a massive weight lifted off his chest.
A loud voice behind him shared his relief, "Feels good, doesn't it?" The deep voice belonged to a well-built man, your late fifties or early sixties. His shaven head was a mix of grey and brown hairs, and his beard, which was almost entirely grey, accentuated his features. Aroused but scared, Greg looked down at the man, who was now holding his cock in his hand.
"Are you looking at my cock?" he lowly whispered in a western drawl.
Terrified, Greg nodded, powerless to say anything as the man visually invited him to touch. The man inspected Greg's reaction. Notes of doubt wonder were in his eyes, complementing his thickening erection: "Want to touch me, boy?"
Nervously, Greg approached the man's cock and gingerly put his hand around its shaft, feeling its hardness and smoothness. It was larger than his and at least as sizable as his dildo.
"Name's Lenny."
In response, Greg managed a whisper, "Greg."
"I like furry asses," Lenny said appreciatively, his eyes locking onto Greg's.
Greg's heartbeat quickened as Lenny fantasized about his sexual conquest. "Have you done anything before?" Lenny asked.
Greg explained his history of watching pornography but having never touched a real man. He confessed his chat room performances and even the occasional use of his dildo. At the mention of his dildo, Lenny's eyes lit up.
"Do you want to do everything?"
"Yes," seemed the only response Greg could manage.
Lenny disrobed himself, his muscles still well-defined. Greg was very slender, not much more than a skinny kid compared to Lenny's robust form. His body, however, was in good condition apart from a slight pouch.
"I like furry asses!" Lenny boasted. "Have you ever sucked a cock?" Greg shook his head.
Showing Greg how it should be done, Lenny kneeled before him, taking in Greg's cock with an ardor that engulfed him entirely. Simultaneously, he placed his hands between his legs, beginning to fingerfuck him.
Greg gasped for air, unable to fathom such sensations. Breaking from his blowjob, Lenny said, "You're tight, and unless I'm mistaken, you've never been rimmed before."
Flipping Greg onto his stomach, he positioned him on all fours, prying him open before licking at Greg's anal opening. Penetrating him, he began to explore Greg's sensitive areas, his vast finger penetrating his body. Greg breathed deeply, inhaling the feeling of new experiences. After some time, Lenny removed his mouth, gesturing towards the bed. "Next." Lenny guided Greg onto the bed and settled between his legs, backing off slightly as he inspected Greg's rear. Placing his fingers at his opening, he prepared to probe him delicately.
Greg had never witnessed rimming on screen before, but his experience that night surpassed any expectations. It felt like hot jelly being spread around his ass as Lenny's tongue probed and explored further. While his tongue was busy down below, Lenny's hand caressed Greg's rock-hard cock and heavy balls.
"Please fuck me," Greg begged.
"You'll be ready soon," Lenny replied, "But your first time should be on your back. I want to watch your reaction as you experience a cock for the first time."
Lenny lifted Greg until he was on his knees with his legs dangling off the side of the bed. Then he placed his chest under Greg's lower back, and pushed himself until his cock touched the entrance of Greg's anus. He whispered, "Focus on pushing like you're having a bowel movement." Greg's response was the feeling of the head of Lenny's thick cock penetrating his virgin hole moments later.
With the incredible sensations bouncing around his brain and body, Greg simply tried to adjust as best as he could. Thanks to Lenny's advice, the shock of having his virginity taken was somewhat countered and eased. Not only was the cock larger than his dildo, but the sensations were unlike anything imagined.
"Does this feel good?" Lenny asked.
"Fuck yes," Greg grunted. The sensation of a real dick exceeded every expectation.
"Answer my question next time," Lenny warned as he moved closer to penetrating deeper.
"Fuck... yes... It feels so damn good...FUCK!"
Lenny pushed deeper, until he bottomed out inside Greg. With his cock seated deep in Greg's a virgin ass, he grabbed Greg's cock and began stroking.
Groaning ecstatically at the sensation of a real cock inside him, Greg felt his orgasm rising. As Lenny continuously thrust into him, Greg was hit by wave after wave of utter euphoria. Ribbons of pleasure shot through him with every in-and-out.
"Yes, fuck me, please! Fill me with your seed!"
Lenny's strokes remained consistent; neither too short nor too long as he thrust in and out. He understood the importance of proceeding slowly the first time, wanting to satisfy his older married target without traumatizing him.
"Yes, fuck me! I want your cream inside me!"
Lenny grunted as he felt himself on the edge of climax, and Greg was moaning oh yesses into his ear in ecstasy. As he jerked Greg's cock, allowing him to finish first, he increased his thrusting until they both climaxed in perfect synch.
As Lenny crumpled on top of Greg's back, his body had fallen onto both Greg's chest and cum from earlier had threaded through his chest hair. He knew that straight men like Greg often preferred to keep their private moments private. He planted his mouth close to Greg's ear and uttered, "I'm going to take you again. After this orgy, I'm going to fuck you relentlessly."
Greg was left to lay spread-eagled on the bed, his mind still basking in the bliss of his first full experience. Lenny then returned from the bathroom, his cock now affixed with a cock ring. Greg could feel Lenny's cock throbbing. He flipped Greg onto his stomach, his hands and knees resting on the sofa. Lenny positioned himself behind Greg, his cock ready for penetration.
Not holding back like last time, he plunged in as deep as he could with one swipe. Greg let out a groan, a mix of pleasure and pain, as Lenny entered his body. Releasing his masculine cologne, Lenny grasped both sides of Greg's waist, pushing him onto his cock. His strokes were coarse and rapid, stretching Brian's muscles and dominating him.
Greg was now in ecstasy. If the first time was superb, then this session took things to a whole new level. Greg could only lay on the bed, holding on for dear life as Lenny hammered his ass.
"Yes! Oh yes, Daddy!" Greg yelled into the pillow, adopting the language used online. "Oh yes, fuck the old married slut!" and "I was made for this!"
Lenny chose to torment Greg a bit, he pulled out nearly halfway, "Ask me for more!"
"Please... I need more!"
"Tell me I own your hole," Lenny bellowed.
"I'm your property," Greg whispered.
After withdrawing from Greg, Lenny whispered in his ear, "I want to demonstrate my power here."
Greg didn't reply. Instead, he lay there, feeling his body still respond to the massive cock that had made him a man.
"Daddy, please impregnate me... I plead with you."
Lenny stared down at his shaft, covered in his previous ejaculate and a tiny bit of it starting to dribble out. With a primal grunt, he thrust back and invaded Greg as savagely as he could.
Greg could feel his own cock twitch and the tremor vibrate through his body. He saw his semi-stiff cock spurt small jets of cum onto the sheets. The ferocity of Lenny's thrusts pushed Greg towards the bed, as Lenny pounded him, forcing his seed deep inside Greg.
*****
"We missed you last night," Greg's boss said as he greeted Greg the following day.
"There was... something," Greg murmured, but his boss was already engrossed in handshaking with individuals from different branches and exchanging jokes with those he knew.
"Here's a big man - the head of our Dallas branch," his boss said, laughing as he shook hands with a large man. "Greg, have you met the Dallas branch's leader?"
Greg found his gaze locked on the face of the one who had pounded him mercilessly the night before.
"Lenny Baines, it's a pleasure to meet you," Lenny said, acting as if they had never met before.
Greg suspiciously mumbled his own name, terrified that Lenny could out him at any moment.
"A pleasure, Greg. How's the wife and kids?" Greg's boss said, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room.
"Fine," Lenny replied, his eyes never leaving Greg.
Greg was aware of Lenny's lips curling into a sinister grin as he resumed his conversation with his boss, but he relaxed upon realizing that this incident would remain a secret.
"Our office expert on that," his boss said. "And he's right. Would be great to have you introduce him."
Lenny glanced at Greg, "We shouldn't have time for that during the day. Let's meet in my room at 5."
Greg could only nod as his boss continued to comment on something unrelated, "It's great that you'll be joining us for drinks in the bar after we finish."
"Room 1432," Lenny said with a shark-like smile.
*****
"This is Johnny," Lenny said, gesturing to a large man lying naked on the bed.
"Hello," Johnny waved, "Lenny tells me you're a virgin, but you've now experienced a cock."
Lenny watched Johnny stroke his hard cock as Greg couldn't take his eyes off it.
"Time for sucking," Lenny said, smacking Greg's ass. "On your knees and show us what your mouth is capable of."
Greg had never sucked anyone's cock, but he knew what it should entail. Kneeling, he took one in each hand and kissed the tip of each one. He knew Lenny's cock from the previous night, albeit only in his hand and anus. However, since he couldn't see Johnny's cock thanks to its hidden-hood, he'd guess it was slightly thinner and an inch longer than Lenny's.
Greg bobbed his head, sucking hard on Lenny's cock.
"That's good boy," Lenny groaned.
Greg stopped and shifted his attention to Johnny's cock, enveloping it completely as he continued to work on Lenny with his hand.
"You're doing well, kid. I hope you can handle both of us tonight," Johnny said, stroking his shaft as Greg practiced with Lenny's cock.
Greg shifted his attention between the two, now thrusting and sucking each of their penises.
"First or second?" Lenny asked.
"Your call, as this is your bottom," Johnny replied.
Greg stood in the middle of the room, bent over as he sucked Lenny's cock, with Johnny behind him. Johnny stroked his cock as he pushed against Greg's sphincter. Greg embraced the intrusion, shifting backward as he grabbed Johnny's cock.
"You're a real natural bottom," Johnny stated, feeling Greg's ass tighten around his cock.
"He's an excellent cock-sucker, too," Lenny chuckled.
Greg's concern about his boss's expectations of joining them for drinks was forgotten as two erect cocks stimulated him.
"Go first," Lenny decided.
Greg was kneeling, being fucked by one cock as he sucked on another. "It's up to you."
"I like it when it's slicked up," Lenny suggested.
Greg, kneeling between Lenny and Johnny, feasted on Lenny's cock. Johnny snuck up behind him, and with his huge cock gradual penetration filled him.
"This boy is a natural bottom," Johnny remarked.
"And an incredible cock-sucker," Lenny insulted.
Greg debated whether to his boss about his lateness, but the feeling of two erect cocks inside him drove all other thoughts away.
Damn, this is crazy! Greg is basically fucking himself on Johnny's cock.
Now, Johnny couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his cock slide in and out of Greg's hairy butt. It was a sight that would've kept him entertained for days. Feeling the need to take control, he grabbed Greg's hips and increased the pace of his thrusts.
Meanwhile, Lenny was deep-throating Greg. Although it took some time for Greg to get used to the rhythm, he eventually got the hang of it. With Lenny's cock near his throat, he decided to take it a step further and wrap his arms around Lenny's ass, bringing him into his throat even deeper.
"That's it, boy! You're opening your throat for daddy. I'm gonna fill your belly," Johnny said with excitement, watching his friend attempting to take more cock than he'd ever taken before.
As Greg tried his best to let Lenny's entire length into his mouth, he found it impossible to catch his breath. He had to pull back a little to take in some air. Seeing this, Lenny adjusted his pace so Greg wouldn't lose his ability to breathe.
But for Lenny, this wasn't just a blowjob. From the very beginning, he knew Greg was a natural sucker. And now, with Lenny face-fucking him, he was experiencing one of the best blowjobs of his life. He held onto Greg's hair tightly, dragging him closer as he fucked his throat. And finally, Lenny could feel himself cumming down Greg's throat. He knew that everything he could give had been drained into Greg.
Johnny couldn't believe what he was seeing. Watching Lenny face-fuck Greg had given him an intense rush of desire. He increased his pace, driving his cock deep inside his friend with powerful, steady thrusts. And soon enough, he too erupted, filling Greg's intestines with his cum.
All three of them collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted and entangled in their limbs. In the center lay Greg, with the two cocks still semihard. Desiring them both, he rolled over, positioning his cock near Johnny's ass. He licked along the underside of Johnny's cock and carefully started to lick his balls.
"Feels good, buddy," Johnny saidl surpirsed by the feeling of Greg's tongue inside his ass.
Greg wrapped his arms around Lenny's ass, pulling him in close. Their cocks were already taken care of, but Greg couldn't resist the lure of Johnny's ass. He felt a mix of excitement and confusion. Although he enjoyed the feeling of being fucked, he also wanted to do the fucking. Yet, as he felt the hardness of his cock, he knew he couldn't resist.
"Use me as your condom," Greg panted excitedly as he slid his cock inside Johnny.
There was silence for a moment. Lenny had never been fucked before, but he knew Johnny had bottomed before. He'd even let him fuck him on a couple of occasions. Remembering those times, Lenny knew he had to let Johnny be the one to give him some love this time.
"Okay, Greg, fuck my ass if you want," he said quietly, making sure Greg was certain of his choice.
As the two of them started to embrace the intense experience of being fucked, they found a perfect rhythm. Each thrust by Lenny pushed Greg deeper inside Johnny, whose own thrusts pushed Lenny's cock further into Greg's ass.
"Fuck my ass, breed it, Lenny!" Johnny shouted as Greg thrust into him with all of his strength. Lenny held back a little, allowing Greg more room, making him go even deeper. "I want your cum inside me. I want you to lick me clean."
When Greg felt Morgan arching his back and his seed being pushed inside him, he wanted nothing more than to breed his friend's ass. While he fucked Johnny, he could hear Lenny moaning quietly next to him. The feeling of Lenny's cock hitting his prostate brought him closer and closer to exploding.
"Suck my cum-covered, sloppy face, Johnny!" Greg cried out as he came. But hardly any of his cum landed on Johnny's face as the majority covered Greg's own.
But their fun wasn't over yet. As Greg pulled out, Lenny pushed in, coating Johnny's ring with his pre-cum. This allowed Lenny to glide in and out of Johnny's ass without any friction.
And so, Greg began sucking the last vestiges of their cum out. Lenny, watching both of his friends blow their loads and then indulge in oral, was more turned on than ever. He continued pushing into Greg, mixing his own cum with Johnny's and pushing it deep inside. Finally, with his cock plunging in and out, he felt his second load come, filling Greg's ass. And Johnny and Greg's mixed cum flowed out slowly, leaving Greg with one more delicious treat to enjoy.
"It's cleaning time," Lenny chuckled while grabbing Greg by the neck, pressing his mouth close to Johnny's ass, "since you created the mess, you're the one who has to clean it up."
Despite the situation, Greg had no desire to fight it. He started to lick the mess that had accumulated, and to his surprise, Lenny was as hard as ever, fucking him with steady, long strokes, pushing the cum deeper inside.
"You're a treasure," Johnny groaned, "not only do you give a good blowjob but you fuck well and rim like a pro." Then, lowering his legs, he smacked Greg's face with his semi-erect cock, "Get that mouth moving again."
As Greg began to suck, he felt Lenny's hand on the back of his head, pushing harder into his throat. Desperately trying to breath, Greg gagged, but Lenny wouldn't let up and Johnny thrust up into his throat, letting his cum slide down.
"Here it comes, Johnny," Johnny exclaimed as he shot his cum down Greg's throat. Even as Greg choked and gagged, Lenny climaxed, shooting his load deep inside Greg.
*****
The following day, Greg woke up feeling like he had been run over by a truck. The pain in his jaw from holding it open while Lenny or Johnny fucked his throat became apparent. Even with all the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel elated that he'd had such a great experience so far and there was still more fun to come.
By noon, the hotel was empty, with everyone having checked out. The executives rushed to leave, just as eager as the attendees to start their weekend.
Finally, Greg decided to visit the gay sauna he'd heard about, which was located down a side street. Even though the publicity photos had been flattering, the inside was surprisingly cleaner than he thought it would be. He'd paid cash for a day membership, and the boy behind the counter only raised an eye when he read the name Marlon Brando on his form.
"Okay, 'Marlon'," the boy said sarcastically, "the rules are simple - no means no, technically no open sex, but it doesn't always follow this rule." Then he laughed and shrugged, "your membership lasts all day, so feel free to return if you don't get what you want today."
Greg changed and went to the shower area. In the large communal shower, a man complimented his body, but he had trouble feeling scantily clad as Greg had wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Are you a top, bottom or versatile?" the man asked, as if he was inquiring about the weather.
"Bottom," Greg answered, unsure if he should remove his wedding ring.
"Leave it on," the man said with a sly grin, motioning to his own wedding ring, "the tops go wild for it. Even if I've been married for 15 years, they don't know."
Greg felt conflicted about what he should expect from the sauna. It was much different than he thought it would be, with mostly empty rooms. Still, he decided to sit in the steam room to cleanse his pores. In the steam room, there were men on benches, occasionally making eye contact. One particular couple caught his attention: a young, lean man, who appeared to be underage based on his looks, and a much older man, who seemed to way twice his age. The older man's towel laid open, as the younger man gave him enthusiastic oral sex, as if it were his last meal.
"A boy who sucks cock perfectly," a deep voice said beside Greg, "the question is, are you a proficient married cock sucker?"
Greg turned to see a man of African descent with warm, brown eyes. He even undid his towel to reveal a brown member that had begun to harden. The explicit comments from the older man caused murmurs of appreciation throughout the room. "If you don't suck it," he continued, "I think there are plenty of others who'd be more than happy to take your place."
Greg looked around the sauna and saw the other men hesitating. Some were caught between watching what Greg was about to do and the older man with the young guy. The young man stopped sucking the older man's cock and was now kneeling on the bench while the older man was fucking him fiercely. The moist sounds of flesh slapping against flesh made Greg's cock jump, so he stood and took off his towel, revealing his own erect penis. The older man's penis was semi-hard, and Greg took it in both hands, one on top of the other. Greg knew he wanted to be filled by it.
Bending down, he began sucking the tip, which was easily bigger than his hands. The sounds of the young guy filling the room as the older man pushed in and out.
"No," the older man chuckled, "I'm going to fuck you harder and you'll scream louder."
Greg started sucking the older man's penis, feeling it grow longer, choking every time the guy forced his head down. Greg felt hands touching him, both his ass and his dick. One of the men was preparing him while the other was attempting to fill his mouth. The identity of this man became clear when he felt a tongue pushing against his anal opening. He was being prepared for what was about to happen.
"Alright, let's get you ready," the anonymous man whispered, his tongue probing at Greg's anus. Greg could feel his anus relaxing under the stranger's tongue. He felt another hand on his penis, likely the same man, as he felt his mouth being invaded by a cock.
Greg knew the time had come and turned away from the older man, allowing the other four men to see his ass. They all had their cocks out, but he was unsure which was which. He turned around to face the older man, whose cock was still inside him. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out because he was trying to hold onto the large pole currently in his ass. It was like the heat of the sauna wasn't the only thing making him sweat; the fierceness of the older man's cock inside him made him more soaked than before.
"Go on then," the older man said. "Thanks for the fun."
Greg heard the sound of the men watching him but still did not know who was sucking his ass and who was fucking his mouth. The only man who was clear was the older man who held him by the hips and pushed him towards another man's penis. When Greg turned, he saw a group of men in front of him. He slowly bent down, and they moved away a bit, giving Greg the space to turn towards the older man. As Greg bent down further, they gave him the room to place his back on the large pole.
As the pole slid in deeper, Greg struggled to hold his legs steady. The pain from the burn of the older man's cock was intense.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck," was all he could say as he stopped to watch the men marveling at the sex show before them. When they were done, he straightened up and saw that each man took turns to place his cock in Greg's mouth. Each of them held his head in place and fucked his mouth until he had to push them away, coughing and choking.
When he heard the voice behind him say, "Job well done, boy. Just a couple more inches," he wasn't sure if he should cry or laugh. The decision was made for him as he felt hands on his shoulders pushing him onto the last part of the older man's cock.
Greg could not say anything as he felt a warm shape on his face. As more cum hit his face, he saw the men start cumming. One of the men kneeled down and began orally pleasing Greg's penis while Greg was still being manipulated like a puppet.
Greg was no longer fucking the man's mouth; this man was using Greg's mouth as a hole to deposit his cum. Greg spurted his own seed into the man's mouth. When the older man withdrew, Greg was left lying prone on the floor, his ass exposed, and his mouth filled with the older man's seed. Greg then felt a tongue licking at his ass, cautiously sucking up the traces of seed.
After showering and dressing, Greg walked back to his hotel room, his legs unsteady. He debated whether to return later in the day for another round as he unlocked his room door. A thought then struck him, so he logged onto his favorite gay hookup website. He went to the hookup section, created a new profile, and entered "Convention cum dump." He wrote, "Friday the 13th, unlucky for some but lucky for my ass. Hotel Mirage, Seattle, room 1109. Available to all cummers from 7 to 11." He then added the words, "No condoms allowed. Pictures and videos encouraged."
He hit the "send" button and in a short time, people started responding. Some messages read, "I wish you were closer," while others read, "I'm on my way." Stripping down to just his shirt, he checked the time and saw that it was almost 7 pm. So, he unlocked the door and knelt on the bed with his ass in the air, his head covered with a towel. He also placed a tube of gel on the bed near him, just in case.
At first, there was no one, and when he looked at the clock, it was 7:15. He was starting to think that it might be a failed attempt when a voice came from the door, "Hello."
Greg didn't say anything, partly because he had a towel over his head in case someone wanted to take pictures.
"That's a fine ass," the voice said. "And there's gel here, how convenient."
He heard the sound of a zipper being undone, followed by someone undressing. Then he felt the man entering him. As he did, the man commented, "You must have gelled yourself because you're still fairly open from this afternoon."
After ejaculating inside Greg, the man left.
Greg heard the door open again, and someone came in but didn't say anything. However, Greg sensed that someone was there when he inserted his own cock. Like the first man, this one was straightforward and didn't waste any time. He simply fucked Greg and cumed.
Then another guy entered, seemingly having no other plans than to fuck Greg. While doing so, he mentioned, "Gonna fuck your furry ass" and "Feels good around my cock." This man's thrusts were efficient without any deliberate finesse, but Greg noticed that he had cum before long.
After a moment's pause, another man entered the room. He stroked Greg's ass, asking, "Is it true you're married?"
Greg held up his left hand with his wedding ring showing.
"It's okay to talk," the man said. His name was Steve.
"Hey, Steve," Greg responded.
"How many men have you had so far?" Steve asked.
"Three this evening, and one yesterday... but he was big."
"You've been doing this a lot, have you?" Steve asked.
"I was a virgin until two days ago."
"How many men in total?"
"You'll be my seventh. One man has cum in me thrice."
"Can we do this face to face?" Steve asked.
Greg rolled over and faced Steve, who gently lifted Greg's legs, hooking his arms under Greg's knees, bending him almost double.
"Do you like being fucked?" Steve asked as he stroked Greg's ass.
"Yes, very much," Greg groaned.
"How dirty do you like it?" Steve asked.
"I want you to fuck my filled-up ass."
"Would you like it if I treated you like my cock slut, always craving it?"
"Yes... breed me... fill me with your cum," Greg responded.
Steve began fucking him, and Greg could feel his prostate being stimulated. Hearing Steve's words, Greg's cock soon shot a load of cum.
Steve slowed down slightly, thrusting into Greg with more care and tenderness. "You'll be a slave to cock from now on, won't you?"
"Yes," Greg said, his voice full of pleasure.
"You'll give your ass to any man who wants it, right?"
"Oh fuck yes."
"Now, let any man who wants to, breed you."
Greg screamed as his body was peppered with Steve's cum.
Tired but content, Steve lay on Greg's chest for a moment. Finally, he got up and left. Greg realized he was the first person he had ever kissed in a sexual way.
Lying down, Greg took Steve's erect cock into his mouth until it was flush with his lips. "Thanks," Steve said. As he put back on his clothes, Greg felt a sense of satisfaction.
After Steve left, Greg lay there, amazed at the afternoon he'd just had. "Wait," he said to himself. Steve turned around. Greg knelt on the floor, took Steve's penis between his lips, and cleaned it, making sure every bit of cum was gone.
Following Stevez's departure, Greg shifted into a kneeling position, then covered his head once more. A peculiar occurrence was taking place as, with four cum loads inside him and a dicked shaft that had just left his ass, the thought of his first-ever man-to-man kiss still burned intensely in his thoughts.
The subsequent events unfolded rapidly; numbers five, six, and seven in succession pumped without disrupting the silence, unloading their loads one after the other. Number eight was in progress when number nine stepped in, taking over once eight had climaxed. Likewise, number ten assumed position as soon as number nine had discharged.
At this point, a period of calm descended over the room until a well-spoken English voice inquired, "Is this the cum dump room, please?" Upon witnessing an elderly man, presumably in his late 60s, enter wearing a dark business suit, Greg felt startled. The gentleman promptly removed his jacket, casually hung it on the chair, discarded his braces, and slid down his y-fronts. His white shirt billowed downwards while his red and white bow tie remained tied in place, highlighting his fairly large erection. The erudite guest examined Greg's backside with curiosity, almost like examining a fine piece of art.
"I'd say about six loads," the distinguished gentleman opined and poked at it casually, "or maybe five."
"Ladies, ten!" Greg replied proudly.
"Impressive taunt," he said with a chuckle, "I was an eleven at school."
Anxiously, Greg couldn't comprehend the academic reference yet instinctively knew that the old man was capable of effective humping. Gotten around marvelously, the man's rough and ready thrusts continued until he erupted in a triumphant cry, "I'm cumming!" he exclaimed, slamming home his seed.
Shortly thereafter, the gentleman exited with a heartfelt thanks for Greg's commendable service. A brief silence ensued before two men in their twenties, one with a cellphone, and the other lowering his shorts, entered the room.
The cameraman addressed Greg, "You said pictures and videos were acceptable, right?"
"Sure," he agreed, "but could you upload them as comments on the ad so I can locate them later?"
"Certainly," came the reply, as the friend with the shorts lowered found a cock protruding.
"It's full of cum," the man teased, and proceeded to enter Greg, his shorts now dangling around his ankles.
"He's been filled yet?" another voice enquired.
"Not yet," stated the guy currently fucking him, "and after me, Barry needs to finish off."
Intriguingly, Greg had no idea who Barry was, only that the man to his back, his shaft attacking his ass, was performing with unmatched poise.
"Good," came the affirmation. "He's gonna require lubrication for this."
Greg squinted, catching a glimpse of an individual dubbed "Beer Can Dick" - an apparatus of about 440 ml. He watched as they jabbered and exclaimed, "Christ, he's got a monstrous cock!"
Being unable to retort, Greg tried to inhale, but an unimaginable sensation overtook him; his head felt as if it had exploded - deservedly so. Incapable of escaping the constraining hands, he pleaded internally for release. Instead, he heard the following exchange:
"He'll be fine; you just gotta relax. Eventually, you'll get used to it," the voice reassured.
Unsurprisingly, Eric and Barry emitted cheers of encouragement, and the Beer Can Dick authority approached, staring at Greg in disbelief.
"You'll be fine," he confirmed, pushing in and inching his beer can cock deeper and deeper into the recipient.
At last, the inquisitor achieved total insertion, allowing a subsistence pause and resumed pumping. To Greg's complete dismay, the man barely lasted a few moments longer, trailing off with a grunt and triggering his first ejaculation. However, Barry took over, sodomizing Greg mercilessly until he released his own second cum shot, contributing to the grand total of 13.
"Wow, have a look at the gape on that ass!" exclaimed an impressed Eric in awe of the depths Beer Can Dick had achieved in Greg's ass.
Astonished by the appalling event, Greg lay collapsed on the bed. The cameraman and his mate remained, still recording as Shaw took a detour from his beer can cock to admire the damage.
The silence in the room was serene, and Greg wished to turn the lock and bring an end to the night but he was unable to make it to the door due to his lack of coordination. The sound of two men entering the room prompted Greg to move onto his knees for number fifteen.
The man removed his clothes and directed his attention towards Greg, penetrating him as Greg experienced little sensation.
"This guy is too loose to feel anything," the man fucking him chuckled.
"Let me try."
Greg felt them switch positions as Don forced his member in, but he was too loosened up and too full for them to gain any friction.
"Yeah you're right, it's a waste of time."
"I have an idea," Harry announced, lying on the bed. "You can call it a cumdump, come and squat on my cock."
Greg turned and sat over Harry's erection, facing away from his partner.
"Now sit on my cock," Harry ordered. Greg followed suit, allowing the cock to be easily inserted into his well-used ass.
"Now what?" Don questioned.
"Watch this," Harry exclaimed, embracing Greg and pulling him backward so his back rested on Harry's chest. Then he lifted Greg's legs, still remaining inside his ass.
"Now come join me," Harry declared triumphantly.
"You're a genius!" Don expressed, positioning himself between Greg's legs and lying on top of Harry. Pushing, Don encountered resistance and strove to push his cock in further to create more tension.
Greg couldn't comprehend the situation, with two cocks penetrating his battered ass the pain was excruciating yet delightful.
"Oh yes," he moaned, "stuff my ass with your cocks, make me scream like a little bitch."
"Hold steady Harry," Don stated as he began to fuck Greg forcefully with quick, powerful motions. On several occasions, Don's cock slipped out, but he simply pushed it back in.
"Am I late for the cumdump convention?" Inquired a new voice before proceeding to the action.
"You can take my place in a moment," Don grunted, "but now I'm almost there."
Consequently, Don growled as he came, releasing his seed into Greg's ass. His seed coated the shaft as it exited.
Mike entered the picture and grabbed the opportunity to replace Don.
"Hi, I'm Mike," he spoke to Harry on Greg's shoulder.
"Harry," Harry responded. "And he's Don."
Due to Don's presence inside his mouth, Greg couldn't respond if he wanted, so he simply gurgled and let his mouth serve as Don's sex toy.
Mike stood still, letting Harry pound up into Greg, while he too penetrated Greg from behind.
"I'm almost there," Harry cried out, as his cock slid against Mike's.
"Me too," Mike chimed in, leaning forward to kiss Harry.
As he neared orgasm, Harry's cock flexed, causing Mike to follow. They both grunted as they disentangled themselves and left the room.
"Thanks cumdump, we'll see you around," Mike joked as he left.
Greg had had a total of seventeen loads, and the evidence could be seen dripping from the back of his thighs. He proceeded to the bathroom, squatting over the toilet as a stream of cum emptied from his bowels. As he pondered that his ass might never close again, there was a soft knock on his door.
Opening the door slightly, he discovered a young Hispanic man covering his face nervously.
"We saw your advertisement, but we finished our shift late by 11pm. Please tell me we're not too late."
Drawing the door wider, Greg saw three others crowded behind him, eager to take part in the fun.
"What the heck," Greg laughed considering how much he relished his hobby, "there's always room for a few more." Quickly donning a robe and opening his laptop, he edited his advertisement to "EXTENDED OPENING HOURS TO MIDNIGHT." He then grabbed his phone, handing it to one of the young men in the crowd.
"No names, and I want this recorded okay."
The young men nodded, tongue-tied by their eagerness. The first removed his basketball shorts to reveal his arousal.
"You want the door closed?"
"Hell no," Greg affirmed, already aware of his taste and the excitement ahead. He signed and sprawled contentedly on the sheets while the first thrust into him, fucking him with rough, excited motions.
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