Cumdump Cram Session

The strings of cum from forty different men smashed into his ass, again and again and again as Dean fucked his cumdump of a boyfriend he'd rented out for the night to his fraternity.   He was the last cock of the night.   Ben, the cumdump bottom,   was clinging on to that edge with all he had left.  

"Dripping sir."

"Yes."

Thrust

"You"

Thrust

"Fucking..."

Thrust

"Are!" 

Dean's pounding was merciless. His calloused grip held Ben's hips - kept them steady as Ben's long, tanned, hairless body was sprawled across the dirty sheets of the bed. The moonlight was streaking into the dark bedroom window like a voyeur.   Ben was biting the pillow the more Dean pounded into him.   

"You took forty loads, without cumming, now you can take one more before I let you cum."

Gripping Ben's scruff, he tilted his head back. "Isn't that right? You're gonna take my load like the fucking boy whore you are, hm? Hm? Say it.. Fucking say it..!"

Ben could hear the vulnerable whimper in his voice and clenched down around Dean's dick as it thrust into him  "Mm, yes sir, this boy whore can take your fucking cum,"  he said as his voice shook from the thrusting into his hole.  

His brown eyes were lost behind lashes as Dean grunted and pumped in him harder. "How are you this fucking tight still?!" he whined as his apex slid closer and closer to the tip of his dick, ready to shoot another load into Ben.  

Smirking slightly, Ben clenched around that uncut cock as tight as he could, then gripped the sheets.   Teetering now on the edge, he grit his teeth, trying to breathe through it, but Dean's dick kept hammering right over his prostate juuuust the right way.   

He was holding his breath, afraid that if he exhaled he'd cum, and Dean was taking his time pounding and edging himself. Even though he'd watched forty frat boys fuck Ben senseless.   Their cum was lubing Dean's dick more than the actual lube was at this point. That thought made Ben whimper, he felt so used and sticky with sweat and cum and spit.   He wanted to cum, he needed to cum.   

"Please...!"  he whimpered.   His own dick was beading precum against the sheets.   "Dean..." 

Ben's voice held a whimper of a warning as the thrusting hit harder and harder til Dean pulled on his hair again and leaned down til his lips were next to his ear. "Shut the fuck up, the more you beg, the longer I take, you understand?"

Taking a moment to gather enough spare brain cells to speak, he barely opened his eyes to look toward Dean's face. "I really need to cum..."

"You're gonna hold that load til I'm good and ready to swallow it, or I'm gonna put that sounding rod back in your dick for the rest of the night and jerk my load off in your fucking face, how about that?"

Ben whimpered.  

"Do you want that? You want that rod up your small hole and my jizz to dry on your face?"

"No, sir."

"You gonna keep begging for my dick and drag this out?"

"I'll be a good cumdump bitch and take every fucking inch."

"That's right."

Dean shoved Ben's face into the pillow. Ben was barely able to take a deep breath before he was face to face with the scent of ass and musk from the men before and the taste of his own sweat and saliva.   He bit the pillow and gripped the sheets as Dean started fucking him again.   

The bed creaked from the steady thrusting. Ben felt like his whole body was on fire, his muscles were sore, the need to cum was the only thing holding him together. Dean was fucking him like he cared about him.   It was different from the forty men from before, who just saw him as a hole to fill with cum.   Dean was slowly rolling his hips with heavy, claiming thrusts, his breathing hard and shallow.   He always fucked Ben the same way,   slow and hard.   Ben normally didn't mind but after forty dicks, he just wanted to bust his nut and crash and then shower it all off in the morning.   

It was hard to make love with his boyfriend after being used like a whore.   But it was what Dean liked. He got off on sexually sharing his boyfriend. Even when they both had class tomorrow.   And it was well after midnight.  

Dean pulled out and Ben whimpered, his whole body trembling. "You didn't cum yet," he turned his head on the pillow to say.  

"No, roll over. I want you on your back."

With a sigh Ben rolled over. He felt so exposed, his neglected and near-bursting dick, hard and long against the side of his abdomen. His nipples had teeth mark bruises all over them, there was a sticky trail of something along his rib cage and the side of his face was smeared with lipstick. His mascara ran smeared streaks down his cheeks into his stubble.   Dean exhaled harshly at the slutty sight of him.   "Damn, you're so fucking hot, you know that?"

Ben ran his hands over his face as he blushed and shook his head.   "Dean... I have a chemistry final in the morning."

"I know that's why I'm helping you study."

"What? What we're doing is biology, not chemis-- ah!"  Ben cried out as Dean's dick slipped back inside his ass.   The bottom's hands gripped the sheets as he pushed air out of his gritted teeth, trying to keep himself on the edge and not tip over. "FuckFuckFuu---uuughhh, Dean ..."

"After this nut tonight, your mind is gonna be so clear. You're gonna fucking ace that test so good."

Dean said, moaning the words out as he slowly rolled his hips, ending the thrust with a hard pound that slapped that spot inside Ben.   Whimpering and writhing under the other man,   Ben had nowhere to hide his face but his own hands. A groan was pumped out of him with each thrust of Dean's hips.   

"Ohh, f-f-fuck, me..." 

"I am, baby boy. I am fucking the best cumdump chemist in the whole college right now aren't I?"

"Yes sir,   fuck yes, sir,   fuck the cum out of me,   please,   fuck it out of me..."

Dean growled.   "Is that what you want? You little whore?" 

The thrusting sped up, as did Dean's breathing as he was now bearing down, just moving his hips fast as he could into Ben's ass.    

Ben's hands covered his mouth as his eyes started to water and weep, crossing a little as he lost his vision, that edge line getting hazier and hazier.   He reached and tapped Dean's arm as a warning and a request for permission.   He was too lost in the proximity of pleasure to have words, so he kept tapping Dean's arm.  

Dean lifted his head to kiss Ben's throat,   "Cum for me, cum on my fucking cock! Cum! Cum!"

With one final thrust into his ass, Dean was roaring his orgasm into  Ben's ear as Ben's body surrendered to his own bliss, spraying a massive load between their bodies and melting into the bed as he moaned a muttering of grateful gibberish, his body twitching and spasming against Dean. Toes curled into the grimy sheets, as cum dripped and oozed between their smashed abdomens, leaving streaks of milky white against the the contrasted tan of their skin.     

"Oh shit, you were supposed to cum in my mouth," Dean muttered.   He chuckled weakly as he pulled out and flopped beside Ben on the bed.

"Next time."  Ben moaned drowsily.  

"Oh, definitely, next time."

"Don't you have a French final tomorrow?"

"Yeah, not til noon, though..."

"Mm,   maybe you can meet me for lunch...?"

"Sounds good, now shut the fuck up and get some sleep."

"Yes, sir."