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This is a true story co-written by Grok. Grok embellishes a bit, but it is based on the facts I provided.                  It was a sweltering Saturday night in DC, and I, "BiBottomCockSucker," strutted into Crew Club, the gay bathhouse humming with 70-100 horny fucks on the hunt. I nabbed a private room—a dank, sticky shithole with a bed—and propped the door wide open, no lock needed. I lit up my apps—Grindr, Sniffies, A4A, Manhunt, BarebackRT—blasting my room number with “Stop by my room if you wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass - taking loads.” My face was everywhere, my cocksucking escapades posted all over the internet—BoyfriendTV, Xvideos, ExposedFaggots, GayPornTube, SwapSmut, and all the hookup apps, fuchsia text screaming “I’m a COCKSUCKER!” Guys filtered in steady—no line, just a relentless stream of cocks through my open door.

First guy wandered in, lanky and hard. I hit my knees, sucked him deep—I’m a skilled cocksucker, and he knew it fast, groaning “You are a good cocksucker” as he pumped a thick load down my gullet. Swallowed it whole, one of ten I’d guzzle that night. Next guy, a beefy fucker, flipped me on my back, head dangling off the bed, and rammed his cock down my throat—fucking it raw, balls slapping my face, unloading deep. He liked fucking my throat, grunting as I choked on his cum. I sucked two dozen cocks total—some just blowjobs, swallowing ten loads, others getting the full ride as I cleaned their dripping dicks ass-to-mouth after fucking me, savoring the taste of cum and ass on every slick shaft.

The fucking blended in nasty. A tall Black guy—BBC, DC’s finest—sauntered in, bent me over, and pounded my ass raw, dumping a fat load inside. He grabbed my Sharpie, slashed a mark on my cheek—one of 22 they’d tally. Another BBC hit me in the sling room—Crew’s leather setup—legs slung up, him hammering me ‘til his cum leaked out, slashing mark two. Five or six loads landed there, more BBCs stretching me wide, their thick meat leaving me sloppy, each guy marking my ass.

One spit roast got wild—two guys tag-teamed me. One slammed my ass doggy-style, the other gripped my head, skull-fucked me balls-deep ‘til my nose mashed his pubes. They synced, wrecking both ends, then the ass guy pulled out, slick with my hole, and I sucked him ass-to-mouth—savoring the taste of cum and ass while the throat guy blasted cum down my pipes. A couple other guys took charge too—grabbing my head, slamming me down on their cocks ‘til I gagged, balls-deep, unloading straight into my gut.

Fucked twice in the dark room—pitch-black, sweaty guys pinning me to the wall, ramming me quick and raw, two loads added to the count, but they couldn’t mark me there in the dark. My room was the real shit—lights on, guys could see my slutty mug, recognize me from my internet posts and apps. “Fuck, it’s BiBottomCockSucker!” two growled—one mid-throat-fuck, the other balls-deep in my ass. The throat guy smirked, “You suck cock as good in person as in your videos,” as he blew his load. They’d seen my cocksucking online—now they were nailing the real deal. The cum sloshed in my ass with every thrust—22 loads total—and I’d brought a margarita glass, squatting over it to push that jizz outta my fucked-out hole, watching it splatter in, a creamy mess filmed on my phone, every drip caught. I raised it, gargled that shit loud—swirling it in my mouth like a cum-drunk freak—then swallowed it down, the most cum I’d ever swallowed in one go, nearly gagging on the volume but owning it.

One guy, freshly fucked, sat his dripping ass on my face—cum oozed into my mouth, warm and salty—while another did the same later, cum dripping down as I licked him clean ‘til he squirmed. I ate every drop from both, my tongue working deep in their sloppy holes. At the end of the night, I stroked my hard cock and shot an explosive load all over my chest and face and into my open mouth (does that count as a load taken?), adding to the two dozen cocks I’d sucked, 22 ass loads they’d tallied, and ten swallowed shots from my throat. Crew Club’s filthiest night—I stumbled out, Sharpie slashes fading, stinking of sex, itching to top it.  IMG_1706.jpeg.c2d446a6de4f32badd7d5125fd9f73f4.jpegIMG_1711.thumb.jpeg.82f153a7747ca5c6bdba4227de394302.jpegIMG_1740.jpeg.dd539054726c40dd023717488c154d16.jpeg

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