A Cumdump's Journey

Chapter 1: Discovering the wood

Finally, I lay down on my bed and surveyed my new surroundings. The room was spacious and bright, and cheap to boot. It was the end of my first week in Paris and I had been lucky to find a place not too expensive but still within the city boundaries. I had wanted to be in the centre where the action was, but realised quickly I couldn't afford it so, when I found this place I jumped at the chance. Sure, it was a bit quieter but it was near a large green area and well-connected for my new job.

I had spent my teens and twenties living in London, commuting to work and had been longing to get away as my friendship group slowly dwindled when my friends settled down and I knew that I wanted new experiences. Breaking up with my boyfriend was the catalyst I needed. I was proud of myself to have found a job in Paris and moved away in what felt like a whirlwind of only a few weeks. I had worked a summer in the south of France years earlier, and studied French at school, but I didn't know anyone here, I had a flatmate though and felt like that was a good start. I was a handsome, dark-featured white, 28 year old guy who took care of himself. I was quite tall and had a swimmers build and could usually turn a few heads. Now I had an amazing new adventure ahead of me; little did I know the dark form that adventure would begin to take.

I lay back, stretched and reached my hand down to feel my dick -- rubbing myself slowly; it felt good.

"Want to come for a beer?" I heard a voice shout and a head popped around the door frame, I jolted up, forgetting that the door was still ajar.

"Umm...no thank you, I'm just going to chill here I think." It was already getting dark and I was super tired.

"Suit yourself, I'll see you tomorrow then I guess", my new flatmate shouted as he slammed the door behind him.

"Perfect", I thought to myself: "I have the place finally to myself", as I reached into my shorts and started jerking myself off. I thought about all the hot guys I had passed coming down the road; there was a shisha lounge right outside the apartment building and plenty of African and Arabic guys hanging about. It was still early spring though and a cold snap meant that I had hurried past them into the apartment when I brought in the last of my stuff.

"HMMMMMM" I shot my load over my chest. It was thick and juicy; I realised I hadn't jerked off for a few days -- too busy apartment hunting. I brought my fingers down and scooped it up, licking it off my fingers; yum it tasted sweet, like warm milk -- and with that I dozed off totally exhausted from the long day of moving.

A clang awakened me, and it took me a moment to realise that my flatmate was slamming his bedroom door after coming home from his night out. I picked up my phone, it was 2am. I knew I shouldn't have slept so early, now I was wide awake and wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. I rolled over and opened Grindr on my phone. I had opened it earlier in the afternoon but didn't have any messages. A hangover from living in a small town; I never used a face pic on my profile -- I was shy about dating and didn't want to be recognised.

A profile caught my eye: "XL thick now" -- he wasn't online and his picture was of a plant. I clicked on it anyway. The only information was that he was black and top. I could feel my dick stirring right away. I sent him a message and then got up to piss and clean up quickly under the shower. I was 10 minutes max before I checked my phone again.

I heard the familiar Grindr notification sound when I opened the app; I had made sure to turn off notifications, always mortified if anyone I knew found out I was using it for hook-ups -- I guess here in Paris it didn't matter too much. There was a stream of messages from XL thick now. He hadn't even said hello, he got right down to business. "You sucking cock now?", "Send me your address, I'll come now", "thirsty?", "You want it?".

I rolled my eyes, I knew how direct guys on Grindr were. I replied asking for a picture and a cock pic, but he just said "You host?". I thought about it. Bringing a guy to an apartment I just moved into and with my flatmate just across the hall; it didn't seem right. "Can't accom, but travel" I wrote and asked again for his pic. "You suck outdoors?" came the reply.

I looked at the phone, I was a little shocked. I guess you could say I had had a fairly closed sex life up to that point. I'd had plenty of sex, but I'd been in a relationship for a long time. I thought back to when I was 15 and would go to cruise men in the cottages in my town -- it was before Grindr and before I even admitted to myself I was gay. At those times, I had been so nervous and scared of the older men who seemed so sleazy and dangerous, I had rarely got any action even when I really wanted it. I had however indulged a few times when I was presented with a really big dick which was my weakness, but that's a story for another time.

"Yeah, love to suck outdoors", I replied and instantly felt my hand begin to shake as I threw the phone down. The nerves I felt of those dangerous encounters came rushing back.

After calming myself, the thought of an XL thick black cock got the better of me. I picked up the phone and checked Grindr. "Meet me at the gates to the wood in 5 mins -- I'll be in a red jacket". "OK" I replied and held my hand to stop it shaking. I frantically got dressed, knowing it was cold out and threw on some gloves and a scarf to cover my face, and slipped out the building into the frigid and frosty air.

One of the things I loved about this neighbourhood, was that it was right beside a big forest, less than a 5 minute walk away. Great considering I had always had a garden at home. I checked the time and tried to pick up the pace to the place where he'd asked me to meet. When I arrived, there was nobody around and I started to get nervous again. It was dark, but fortunately lit by the street lamps, and I could feel that I was getting cold despite being wrapped up. I opened my phone and messaged "I'm here". I realised I had no idea of his name, age or any other information -- but it was too late now.

When I looked up, I saw him in red. He was around six foot two, a few inches taller than me and looked strong. He must have been in his late forties. I was a little shocked and hadn't expected him to be quite so much older than me. He had a huge grin on his face as he asked "Ready to go?". "Hmm" I nodded hesitantly, and he walked right by me obviously expecting me to follow him into the wood. I turned and slowly started following, unsure if I was making a mistake. Something pushed me on though. He reminded me a lot of Bobby Blake, the black porn star I had spent many a jerk off session fantasizing about in my adolescence, and so I christened him "Bobby" in my mind.

The path was well lit at the entrance to the wood, but as we walked the bushes surrounding the path seemed to get denser on one side, and there was a forested area that seemed endless on the other. Further along the lane, it began to get darker and darker as the street lamps got sparser and we got further away from the road, until only the moonlight lit the path. "Hey, how far you going there?" I tried to ask as light-heartedly as I could. "I know a spot up here that's well hidden" Bobby replied, grinning again.

I could feel my heart palpitating and I wanted to make up an excuse and turn around but some desire in my head pushed me on. I kept up with him until finally he disappeared into the bushes, I followed and we came out in a small clearing with a tree in the centre. I noticed used condoms littering the ground. It triggered something inside me and I suddenly felt hornier than ever.

He stood facing the tree and waited for me to come up to him. He looked at me expectedly as I hesitated, then he gestured to his crotch. I slowly knelt down in front of him, with the tree to my back -- little did I realise that this position would become a habit for me. It was dark but I could see enough to make out the bulge of his crotch. I licked my lips in anticipation as he opened his belt buckle and began to unbutton his jeans. I felt a wave of warmth radiate to my face which was only two inches away, as well as the familiar smell of cock that I breathed in and savoured willingly. I sensed him smirking above me.

I reached up and pulled at his tight boxers to release a mammoth, black cock dangling totally flaccid in front of my face. Though still soft, it must have been at least 7 inches in length; I guessed based on my own cock which was about 6 and a half hard. But what shocked me most was the girth. I put my thumb and fingers around the shaft and couldn't touch them together. I was mesmerized.

His cock sat perfectly between two smooth, heavy balls that hung perfectly at mid length. I pushed my nose into his crotch and breathed in the aroma. I wanted to feel the smooth skin on my face. Any hesitation I'd had totally melted away as I sniffed and began licking this beautiful, black cock that was rubbing against my face.

I held his cock and balls in my hand to appreciate the heaviness of their sheer size. I wanted to make the most of this experience, which was fast becoming one of the horniest of my life. Until finally he grabbed his cock and used it to slap me across the face a few times. I felt the slime from his uncut sheath dribble out on my check "Get me hard boy!" he growled.

I instantly shot into action and began taking his cock into my mouth as far as I could. In its soft state I could take nearly all of it in my mouth, but I felt my jaw stretched as I began to suckle. It felt incredible to have this appendage, which was almost like putty filling up my whole mouth and tickling the entrance to my throat. I nearly retched as it suddenly triggered my gag reflex and I tried to jolt back. Bobby anticipated what would happen and his hands were ready to grab the back of my head and hold me firmly in place with his cock filling my mouth.

"Ssssshhhh", his whispered "just let it sit and get used to it". I slowly began breathing through my nose as the retching subsided and the cock head pushed on the back of my mouth. I noticed a gradual change in texture of his cock as the size swelled and the soft limpness slowly hardened. His balls pushed against my chin, I inhaled and filled my nostrils with the masculine aroma of his crotch. He didn't seem to be in a rush -- as his hands held me in place while his cock continued to swell and overflow my relatively small mouth.

I couldn't move my head but I opened my eyes, and looked around realising that I had almost lost touch with what was happening around us. I worried that anyone could discover us at any moment, but I reassured myself, that no one in their right mind would be out at this time in the cold. I was brutally brought back to the matter at hand though, as Bobby -- whose cock was now raging almost totally erect -- pushed his big, black, mushroom bell-end without any warning past the back of my mouth and into my throat. I instantly began heaving again and this time I pulled back hard enough to release my head from his grip and free my mouth from his cock. I was coughing and gasping for air, still down on my knees as I leaned back against the tree.

"Oops, I thought you were ready for me", Bobby smirked rubbing my cheek with his rough hand. I looked up at him and saw a lust and yet indifference in his eyes. Then I gasped as I took in the full splendour of his "XL thick" cock. It was swinging freely between his legs now, totally erect but too heavy to do anything other than hang down. Its girth extended right from the base almost totally to the tip, except for the bell-end, which had the perfect discreet mushroom shape. It hung curving to my right and twisted slightly through the shaft so the gland was pointing to the side. It was glistening with throat slime in the moonlight. Suddenly I felt my own penis was raging hard. I reached down and touched myself, but Bobby pushed my arm away.

"Focus on me" he said gruffly again as I leaned forward again to try to tackle this nine-inch anaconda hanging in front of my face.

I took the head in my mouth and slowly slid down the shaft feeling the thickness stretch out my mouth to its very limits. I was doing all I could to not let my teeth touch his meat, which made my jaw ache, but I soon got used to the feeling -- if anything it turned me on as a reminder of the sheer girth I currently had invading my mouth. Before I could prepare my mind, he was back pushing at the opening to my throat and I was consciously trying to close it to slow his progress. I could see looking down that there was at least a further three inches of cock to take inside me. Bobby grabbed me by the head with his hands like before but this time I felt him shifting around as if to make sure I wouldn't be able to pull off again. I was anxious about what was coming and I could feel the muscles in my throat tense up.

"Open up for me, baby" Bobby said as he began to apply pressure with his cock to my throat. The pain pushed right to the back of my neck and I realised I was struggling to breathe. "Almost..." I heard him say as the pressure became almost like agony in the back of my throat. I suddenly thought back to my adolescent self and how often I had fantasized about a scene like this and I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of my painful hard-on.

"AHHHHH yeah", I heard Bobby cry as he jolted forward towards me. I felt a pop as the thick head of his black anaconda finally forced entry to my throat and a bright stabbing pain shot through my throat as it was stretched open in a totally foreign way. It felt like my throat was on fire. I released that my windpipe was now totally blocked by his cock and I could no longer breathe.

It was a totally new sensation for me. To feel my throat filled up totally and yet as long as he didn't move I didn't gag and so he held his cock inside my throat for a minute as the burning feeling slowly eased away and was able to comfortably begin to caress the underside of his cock with my tongue. My hands were clawing at his body trying to push him away but he just ignored me. "Ohhhh I could stay inside this throatpussy all night" he groaned as I felt his cock gradually and gently start to fuck my face. Finally, I managed to snatch a breath.

The combination of him calling me a throatpussy and the slow caressing of the inside of my throat and I could feel my own cock was on the verge of orgasm. It was painful but I didn't want this to end. I opened my eyes to try to focus and was half-elated, half-terrified to see that his cock wasn't even fully in my throat; there was still an inch to go. With that, Bobby started rocking forward and with every inward thrust he crept further and further into my aching esophagus -- a place no man had ever been before. I couldn't believe what was happening -- I loved it and was in agony all at the same time.

Then he began to fuck relentlessly.

His moaning was intensifying as the fucking became more violent and painful. I was sure he couldn't last much longer and I was sure I couldn't go on a minute more. But swiftly he pulled out, "Whoa, that was close...I don't wanna come too soon" he sniggered out of breath himself. I glared up in amazement, how could he expect me to go on. I suddenly felt self-aware; I had tears running down my face from the retching I had been doing and my face and clothes were covered in snot and slime. I was gasping for breath.

"Open up!" he roared as he lined his cock up to my mouth again. I retreated, totally terrified for another round of what I had just endured, "I can't, I'm sorry but I can't anymore -- it's too much for me." Bobby's face softened: "You want me to cum don't you baby?" he asked while gently rubbing his hand across my face. "Yeah but I can't anymore" I sighed feeling the pain in my throat as I swallowed.

"I promise I'll go gentle, but I really want to finish this with you baby", Bobby reassured me with a gentle smile. "I can't..." I tried to say more forcefully but feeling ashamed I couldn't make him cum. He was rustling his hand around in his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of Jungle Juice poppers. "Here!" he said thrusting the bottle into my hand, "You're so hot I just want to cum quickly". He knew how to sweeten up a boy.

I was a bit resistant; I had taken poppers a few times while out dancing during university but never got into them for sex. I looked at the bottle and thought about the idea of getting him off -- it make my cock hard again. I opened the bottle and took two long sniffs. I looked back at the huge black cock before me and took it into my mouth. As his meat cleaver, glided quite effortlessly now back into my throat, I felt a feeling of fulfilling that I had never experienced before. My mind floated away out of my body and I completely forgot all about where I was -- the fog of my mind lifted and I was able to focus clearly on the feeling of the cock filling my throat and thrusting in and out. I was in heaven and it seemed to last forever. Suddenly he pulled out again.

"I wanna cum!" He growled matter-of-factly, "give me those up". I handed him the bottle of poppers and he inhaled deeply then handed them back to me. I was relieved to have a moment to catch my breath. "Take some!", he ordered, so I took as many large hits in both nostrils as I could before he, he started lining his cock up to my mouth. I could feel myself losing my mind again as colours started to swirl in my brain and my need to have the cock inside my throat as deeply as possible took over. I took the deepest breath I could as this giant black, wrist-thick monster cock began sliding in and went straight down my throat.

He'd promised to be gentle, but his thrusts had become more violent than before. He was pulling out the whole way and pushing in to the base. He pubes rammed in to my nose with every thrust and I felt winded every time. I couldn't believe it, but it was ecstasy. He pulled me closer, so I was leaning further forward and my head was bent back. The pain in my neck growing; but he didn't care -- he just wanted unrestricted access to my throat.

"Oh fuuuuckk! That throat's a real pussy now!" he howled as his cock was buried time after time to the base. I didn't know how much longer I could keep taking it. Then unbelievably, his cock began to swell even more. It became totally rigid and the cock-head expanded blocking my throat and even stopping him from pulling his cock out from my throat. My throat was knotted to his cock, like a dog knots to its bitch, until the face-fuck was over. He began to moan uncontrolledly as he ploughed one last time into my throat.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!", I started to panic in my head. I had slowly come out of my poppers haze and realised for the first time that he was going to cum down my throat. This man that I had just met 30 minutes before and whose name I didn't even know was going to cum inside my body. I tried to pull back; at least if he came in my mouth I could spit it out afterwards. But he had other ideas.

As I pulled back, he pushed towards me so that my head was trapped between him and the tree behind me. With his cock impaling me nine inches into my throat, there was nowhere for me to go. He held his engorged man-meat balls deep inside me and with a violent shout, his cock began pulsing. I could feel the jets coming out of his cock's head but I couldn't stop it. They were shot well past my mouth and straight into my gullet -- I couldn't have stopped them if I'd wanted to.

It went on for a minute and I resigned myself to this rape of my throat. Bobby stayed inside waiting for his cock head to shrink enough so that he could slowly pull the length of his shaft from my now totally wrecked mouth pussy. When he finally withdrew it dropped out with a plop and coated my chin with his cock slime, I collapsed forward, exhausted from the ordeal.