Author's Note: PrEP only prevents one STD, and obviously there are plenty of others out there. Enjoy the fantasy (I certainly did), but I'd definitely suggest being more careful in real life.
I'd just broken up with my boyfriend after a sexless three months of summer, and now I was finally a free man. Pent-up and constantly desperate to get off as the relationship deteriorated, I was hungry to do something absolutely wild.
Watching one of my favorite amateur videos, my rock hard dick in my hand, I knew the lines that were coming before the men even had the chance to speak them.
"Want me to cum inside you?" the buff jock top asked, his huge dick pummeling a bubble butt clad in a white jockstrap.
"Yeah!" the blindfolded twink bottom answered. "Fill me up! Fucking shoot it inside me!"
The top pounded the twink's ass harder, starting to groan loudly, his bicep bulging as he gripped the bottom's jock with one of his hands.
"Fill me up!" the bottom begged again, his ass cheeks bouncing against the jock's skin. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Give me that load!"
The top froze and roared, his dick buried to the hilt as the twink moaned wildly. The jock pulled his cock out, bending down to hike his shorts up as the bottom kneeled his head into the couch cushion, not moving or breathing another word while the top fumbled for his shoes and walked out the front door. A few seconds after the door was shut, a stream of fresh cum loudly sprayed out of the bottom's ass.
I busted my fifth load of the night right there, hearing the distinctive sound of cum squelching out of a well-fucked hole. The video went to black, starting a moment later just as a new top walked into the exact same shot, dropping his shorts at the door and thumping his hard dick against the bottom's ass. I rarely made it the whole way through, but in the span of twenty minutes the blindfolded twink took ten loads from ten different guys. They weren't all as physically captivating as the buff jock, but I didn't care.
I wanted to be that bottom. At least once in my life, I wanted to be the guy getting bred by ten random strangers in a night. I'd spent three years, basically my whole college experience, locked up in monogamous relationships, but my sexual appetite had always destroyed them. I wanted sex all the time, and that was fine when I first started dating a guy. We'd fuck constantly, my ass getting relentlessly pounded and seeded multiple times in sessions that lasted for hours, my need for dick actually feeling fulfilled. As time marched on, though, every boyfriend I'd ever had seemed to lose interest in keeping up with me. I'd start flirting with random guys on Grindr, the serious urge to cheat welling up, and that's when I'd finally admit I couldn't settle for being so sexually unsatisfied.
Limiting myself to one guy didn't seem like enough anymore. No, I needed two, three, maybe even a whole room full of men to spend hours fucking my ass, trading it back and forth and dumping their loads inside me. I was completely obsessed with the idea of letting go and just embracing being a slut. Not asking for names, not having long conversations, not trying to catch feelings, just enjoying the hedonistic pleasure of spreading my legs for dick after dick and taking as much cum as I could get. That's what I'd really always wanted.
The risks involved in allowing myself to be that uninhibited had always stopped me from hooking up with total strangers, but a week into my senior year, I saw an ad for PrEP on a campus bus that instantly made my fantasy seem realistic. "Free at the campus health center," the banner promised. "No insurance required." I typed the URL into my phone and made an appointment right there on the bus, painfully hard replaying my favorite video in my mind, imagining myself as the lucky bottom who fucked random guy after random guy without a care in the world. A week later, I was taking two of the blue pills every day, eager for the medication to finally be effective. I jerked off constantly to my cum dump playlist, more obsessed than ever with videos of guys pushing out five, ten, even fifteen loads at a time from their overflowing asses. I rubbed my hole dreaming of achieving that level of sluttiness, imagining what it would be like to let so many horny strangers use my body to get off.
I had the perfect place to host, too. When I applied for a studio apartment at the edge of campus with no credit and barely $1,000 to my name, I figured the leasing company would instantly throw my application into the trash. But they didn't. They approved me. The place was cheap and dated, the carpet worn, the appliances looking like they were from the 1990s, but it was close to everything. I could host guys whenever I wanted just a short walk away from the heart of campus, and that was gold. For the first time in my life, I wouldn't have to deal with roommates getting in the way. I could actually have the unbridled sex life I'd spent the last few months craving.
But was I attractive enough to pull it off? I'd always felt pretty average-looking. At 5'9" and 160 pounds, I didn't have bulging muscles or six pack abs, and I wasn't twink skinny either. Some of the cum dumps I saw in videos were really hot, really fit, or both. Were a bunch of tops even going to want to fuck me? There was only one way to find out.
The day before I was free and clear, I started feeling nervous about actually pulling the trigger. I'd been fantasizing for months, but was this what I really wanted? I watched my favorite video again from start to finish, jerking off as the blindfolded twink took load after load for twenty minutes. At the end, he moved closer to the camera and pointed his ass up. His hole spread open, a never-ending stream of syrupy white cum pouring out of his butt. I shot my load, knowing I'd think more clearly if I wasn't ridiculously horny. I wanted it. I wanted to recreate that video. Even if I only tried it once, I wanted to know what being a cum dump felt like.
The post-orgasm clarity only revealed one thing: I wasn't ready to do something like wear a blindfold during a no loads refused situation. I wanted to actually see the random guys who walked into my apartment, and I at least wanted them to be other students like me. I was fine not asking for pictures beforehand, thinking of all the blank Grindr profiles with descriptions like "Discrete frat" that absolutely refused to send face, but I wanted to get fucked by guys who I might have actually seen in class.
On the eighth day of taking PreP, I spent the morning douching and shaving my ass completely smooth. Staring at my butt in the mirror, imagining myself pushing out a few loads of cum in this exact same position a few hours later, I felt ready. I completely renovated my Grindr profile, replacing my smiling face with a torso pic. My body definitely wasn't impressive, but I hoped it would be good enough. I changed my headline to the emoji equivalent of "Looking for cum," editing my profile description to read, "Hosting other college guys to breed me right now." I'd watched enough videos to understand the basics of how this worked. You invited a guy over, unlocked your door, and waited ass up for him to appear. My anxiety skyrocketed again knowing that at any second a total stranger could hit me up to take advantage of my offer. I closed the app and went to class, leaving my phone in my pocket for the whole lecture.
Trekking back to my apartment, I couldn't stop checking out the hot guys I walked past. My dick stiffened dreaming that one of them might have messaged me, and lust consumed me the second I stepped through my front door. I wanted a guy here fucking me right now. I ripped my phone out of my pocket and opened Grindr, finding that I had a message from a faceless profile. The guy claimed to be 21, 6'0" and 160 pounds. "Where are you?" he'd written. "Free now?"
Was I really going to let some random guy fuck me raw and cum in my ass? My heart started pounding, the adrenaline that was surging through my body making my hands shake. I'd fantasized for so long, and now I actually had my chance, another student ready and willing to fuck me. I swallowed hard and sent my address. Maybe I was making a huge mistake, but I had to try this. I had to understand why all those cum sluts were obsessed with meeting random men.
"Be there in 10," the stranger wrote back.
I stripped my clothes off, donning a backward baseball hat to make myself look more masculine, trying to calm down while I waited for the Grindr guy to appear. Even if I only did this once, I had to know what hooking up with a total stranger felt like. I wondered what the guy looked like, stroking myself imagining a really built frat guy or an athlete with an eight inch dick, but I'd watched enough videos to know I probably wasn't going to get that lucky. Maybe eventually I would, but probably not this time. The app chimed and I opened my messages. "Walking up now."
I jumped up, positioning myself at the edge of my bed, arms planted on the mattress with my feet hanging off. I heard the doorknob turn, my heart thundering in my chest again. I peered over my shoulder, wanting to at least make sure the random man lived up to his Grindr stats.
A lanky guy with short black hair and glasses stepped inside, pausing for a second as he looked at me naked on the bed. He walked over, his hand reaching into a pair of gym shorts and releasing an average-looking dick. "Anyone else fucked you?" he asked gruffly, starting to pump his cock.
