Campus Cum Dump

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.

"Not yet," I whispered back, struggling to hide how insanely nervous I was.

He dropped to his knees, his hands spreading my ass apart as his tongue lapped across my hole. I'd never seen his face until he passed through my door, but it didn't matter. The sensations were incredible after months of barely being touched at all, my dick instantly filling out. He was a total stranger, but I didn't even care right now. He was making me feel good. The guy ate my ass for a couple of minutes, loudly spitting into my crack and pressing a finger inside. I moaned softly, trying to relax as he pulled his finger in and out.

"You have lube?"

I fumbled for the bottle, passing it back to him and catching another glimpse of the nerdy-looking guy's face before turning back toward the wall. I never would have dated him, but that wasn't the point right now. The bottle cap clicked open, his finger withdrawing from my butt. He slapped his dick against my ass cheek, lining his length up with my hole and slowly sinking it inside.

"Oh yeah," I whispered as my ass spread open, moaning softly as he buried his modest shaft. After months of being empty, his cock already felt amazing.

The stranger started slowly pistoning in and out of my butt. "Yeah, dude," he grunted, his hands grabbing my hips as he started fucking harder. "Fuck yeah, dude. You're so tight. Open that hole up for me."

Hearing him sound turned on, feeling the proof barreling in and out of me, I felt euphoric. I didn't know his name or anything else about him, we'd barely exchanged words, but his hard raw dick was buried in my butt. We were giving each other pleasure, and that was all that mattered.

"You have any more dicks lined up today?" the stranger asked as he bucked into me.

"Hopefully," I answered.

"Fuck yeah, dude." He started pounding my ass more viciously, his skin loudly slapping into mine. The stranger fucked me for a few more minutes, the power of his strokes building, the pleasure growing as he rammed my ass harder. "Yeah, dude," he said more urgently, starting to moan loudly as he slammed my hole.

I realized he must be close to shooting. "Cum in me!" I begged, desperate to finally have another man's seed inside me.

The stranger's breathing quickened and he grunted thunderously, still pumping in and out of my ass. His fingers dug into my skin as his dick fired the first random load of cum I'd ever taken deep inside my guts. After a few breathless seconds, he pulled his cock out of me. "That was hot," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed, looking back to see the guy drawing his shorts up. His eyes briefly caught mine as he turned away and walked toward the front door without saying another word.

I heard the door shut as I stared down between my legs, my dick still rock hard and leaking like a faucet. Thinking about the cum resting inside my hole, how incredible it felt to finally get fucked again, my doubts fell away and the craving for more immediately took over. I was single now, and I didn't have to settle for satisfying one guy when I needed more to satisfy myself. I had a whole campus of horny men right outside my door, and I definitely wanted to "meet" more of them.

I grabbed my phone and opened Grindr, finding another new message from a really cute twink. He was 19, 5'10" and 150 pounds. His face was boyish and innocent-looking, his hair a mess of brown curls. "Looking?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered, already assuming he probably wasn't very innocent.

"Face?"

I sent him the picture I'd replaced on my profile earlier. I didn't care about other people knowing who I was.

"Nice," the twink wrote. "You're really looking to get bred right now?"

Endlessly talking to guys on Grindr was exactly what I didn't want to be doing, my ass desperate to be filled again. I sent him my address. "You coming over? Door is unlocked."

After a few minutes, the twink finally replied. "OMW."

All my anxiety was gone, replaced with excitement now that another guy was on his way to fuck me. I jerked off feverishly for five minutes, fixated on the fact that I had a stranger's load resting inside me, and then I heard my door opening again. The second random horny guy of the day had arrived. I looked back, seeing that his face matched the picture. The twink kicked his shoes off and undressed in the entryway, exposing a lean, tanned body. He pulled off his socks, throwing them on top of the pile of his clothes, and slowly approached my position on the bed.

"Hey," he said shyly, at least seven hard inches sticking out beneath completely shaved pubes. He was definitely bigger than the first guy.

"Hey," I whispered back.

The twink started pumping his dick with one hand, the other squeezing my ass cheek. "Do I just...stick it in?"

I realized he'd probably never done anything like this before. He was horny as hell today and experimenting just like I was. "Do whatever you want."

The guy tenderly traced his finger over my hole, feeling the wetness of the first man's cum. "Some other guys already breed you?"

"One," I answered, saying it like I was proud.

He stroked his length more eagerly. "That's fucking hot." I heard him spit on his dick, the twink stepping closer and gliding his seven inches between my crack. "You want this dick?"

"Fuck yeah," I hissed, my ass so hungry to be stretched open again.

The twink pushed his cock into my hole, easily sliding all the way inside now that I'd been loosened up and lubed. "Oh fuck," he groaned. "This is so fucking hot." He pulled out after a few strokes, bending down and pushing his face between my cheeks, his tongue sliding across my hole like he was trying to taste the first man's load.

"Mmm." His tongue felt so good. All of this felt so good. I wanted his cum buried inside me too.

He raised back up, driving his length into my ass again, grabbing my butt and starting to thrust in and out. "Fuck yeah, take this dick."

I responded with a constant stream of moans, feeling the twink's seven inches penetrating me deeper than the first cock had. I was leaking tons of precum again, a thick string stretching from my head down to the sheet, my ass in total ecstasy being pummeled with a bigger cock. Being a cum dump was already so fucking hot.

"You like that?" the twink asked, grunting as he began to piston harder.

"Yeah," I whimpered, the pleasure intensifying as he pounded my butt more forcefully. "Fuck yeah I do."

"That asshole feels so good," he murmured after roughly fucking my hole for several minutes. "You ready for this load?"

"Give it to me!" I begged, more turned on than ever knowing that I was about to take a second stranger's cum. "Fucking shoot that cum inside me!"

"Fuck yeah!" the twink yelled, freezing with his seven inches shoved all the way up my butt, his smooth skin pressed against mine. I couldn't feel it, but I knew he was spraying his jizz inside me. "Take that fucking load! Fuck! Fuck yeah!" He panted for a few seconds before pulling his body away, his dick slipping out of my hole. "Thanks," he whispered, quickly darting toward the door.

I looked back to see the twink urgently pulling his clothes back on. He seemed a little regretful about what we'd just shared, but I wasn't. I had two loads of sperm from random guys swimming in my ass, and I definitely wasn't ready to stop now. My butt was begging to be used again, to feel another dick pushing inside it. The twink departed without saying anything else, and I found my phone, opening Grindr feeling eager, determined to find another stranger to walk past my threshold and mount me.

I had a new message from another faceless profile. The guy was 23, 5'8 and 180 pounds. Good enough for me. "When and where?" he'd asked.

"Now," I answered, telling him where to go. I reached a hand back to my ass, rubbing a finger over my wet hole. The twink had presumably fucked some of the first stranger's load out, their cum now totally indistinguishable. My dick throbbed as I touched my cummy slit. Why had I denied myself this existence for so many years? I felt like I finally understood who I was always supposed to be, just a random ass for other horny men to use.

The app notification sounded and I checked my messages again. "Out in 15," the guy said. "That cool?"

I grinned knowing that I had another cock lined up, feeling strangely turned on being uncertain of what to expect. "Tell me when you're on the way," I wrote. Was he going to look like the first guy or the twink? Was he going to have a big dick or a small one? I knew it didn't even matter. I could find a fourth guy, a fifth guy, a sixth guy. I could spend the whole night ass up on my bed inviting others strangers over to fuck me, collecting all their loads while I waited for the one who would rock my world. I started jacking off again imagining having six loads inside my ass. The best a boyfriend had ever managed was five in a night, but he was probably shooting blanks by the end. What did six full loads of cum actually look like? I opened my cum dump playlist while I waited for my third dick to show up, watching other bottoms push their immense hauls out. Ten? Fifteen? I wanted to do better than that. I wanted to set a record. I'd only taken two loads from random men, and I already felt like a fucking junkie.

All those videos I'd spent months obsessing over, feeling jealous of the lucky bottoms who took whatever cum they could get, finally made sense. They were as addicted to the thrill of it as much as I already was, even after just two loads. I pulled up my favorite video on my phone, seeing the familiar scene of the blindfolded twink who'd taken loads from ten random men in a night. That guy had been my idol for three months, and now I was following in his footsteps, literally ass up on my bed inviting total strangers into my apartment. I skipped ahead to the last part of the clip, watching the twink turn his ass toward the camera, his hole gaping open and expelling his bounty. The collection of gooey, churned-up jizz endlessly spurted out, running down his balls. I wanted to bust right there, but I stopped myself. I wasn't ready yet. I had more dick to take, and I wanted to be horny as fuck when I messaged the next guy on Grindr moments after I'd collected my third load.

"Walking now," the faceless guy interrupted.