Vegetarian Cum Dump

Have you ever met a fat vegan? I've met one, but she's another whole story (probably appropriate for another blog). But during my time in the Washington, D.C., area, I befriended a vegan bottom who only "ate meat" with the meat's permission.

He and I chatted often online. Bald, slight and very petite, he seemed almost weak as if he could never endure a long fucking. Alas, could he ever endure fucking? And breeding? He turned out to be one of the nastiest fuckers I ever got to know.

One day, we both ended up online and at loose ends one Friday afternoon when he issued among the most interesting challenges. He wanted to be the ultimate cum dump and take load upon load.

We decided to meet at a Metro stop and took the subway train to one part of town that would afford us such an opportunity. 

Unfortunately, the sleazy Southeast enclave has been covered up by a Major League Baseball stadium. At the time, the strip clubs and bathhouses could all be found along Half Street. Together in the fading winter light, we walked the sidewalk to a place called the Glorious Men's Health Club. For locals, we called it the Glory Hole.

My first visit to the Glory Hole occurred after meeting a closeted Republican National Committee staffer at a nearby bar (yet another story that deserves another blog entry some other time).

Just beyond a tiny theater showing porn at the Glory Hole was a massive room housing stalls made out of black-painted plywood and covered at the top with chicken-wire fencing. Each with its own doors with latches and, of course, a sufficiently large hole opening between them. With dim lighting that take a moment for your eyes to adjust.

The throbbing R&B soundtrack drowns out almost any noises of pleasure, pain or sex in general in the room. My modus operandi when I visited the Glory Hole was to move around restlessly, fucking as many mouths and asses as I could in my time there. I have never found another place where men were more likely to open up, so to speak.

My vegan friend, on the other hand, found his ideal stall with three openings and stepped inside, stripping to absolutely nothing. I joined him inside while he stripped and he asked very simply, "Lube me up."

He did not mean with lube. Or spit. I'd had a hardon since we'd met at the Metro, so with a touch of his own spit, I opened my jeans and pulled out my cock, sliding all seven inches into his tight hole. The friction of a new hole, ready for its first moments of fucking has to be one of the most incredible to experience. As I entered him, he let a sigh of relief escape his lips. I grabbed his hips and began fucking as the first cock appeared just in front of his face through the first hole.

It didn't take long. I did so on purpose, relieving myself into his ass, filling it with my first load of cum. He stopped sucking for a moment, looked around at me, and smiled. His asshole slid off my cock with a little pop, and hanging onto the large eight-incher, turned around with a swift movement and slid his cummy ass onto the new cock.

I was the first load in.

Over the course of the next few hours, I'd step inside his booth and help guide cocks upon cocks into his hole. I'd also wander around and fuck mouths and holes as the evening crowd began to make the stalls full.

Although this occurred about a decade ago, I don't recall extensive details. I did return to him once and find his hole just a mess of cum. I'd scoop it as it leaked out and feed it to him, assured he got absolutely all that we could give him. Another couple of tops -- one tweaking too much he never could cum -- would visit him often, going ass to mouth as I would. And in his stall, he begged for me to piss all over his ivory body, taking any bodily fluid offered to him any way he could get it.

We never really knew how many men fucked him that night, but I figure he experienced in excess of fifty cocks easily.

I'd had my fill of the place and knowing the schedule of our transportation, our evening would soon come to a close. As I mentioned it to him, he offered me his ass. And I used it. This time, I slammed and banged his sloppy wet hole while men surrounding us, peering with eyes through glory holes and into the open stall door watching. The tweaking buddy helped me a bit, adding his fingers into the wide-open hole while a beefy top wrapped his arms around me and whispered dirty words.

I finally shot off. The last load in.

Overall the cum dump took 26 loads, two of mine. I also came twice more while there into other holes. It seems like such a hot night would inspire more memories, but I only recall the load count and how we accomplished something almost impossible.

With the exception of Dawson or other Treasure Island Media videos, I've never seen such a spectacle. Someday, maybe I will.

And that will be another entry.