I had a full summer this year

[Cutedelicategay]

(Based on true events from 2 weeks back on the last hot Saturday night of the season)

The thrill of Claireville Conservation Park has always hit me all summer the moment I step onto the trail in the night. Toronto's summer heat lingered in the air, thick and humid, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I'd sparked up a joint in my car before heading out, the weed smoke filling my lungs and loosening my inhibitions, turning my cravings into a burning need. I craved raw, dominant men to use me as their submissive bottom, no barriers, no holding back. My heart raced as I wandered deeper into the woods, the path narrowing until the city lights faded behind me, the high making every rustle in the leaves feel electric on my skin. That's when I heard the low voices—two guys, their tones rough and commanding, pulling me like a magnet.

I spotted them through the trees: let's call him Mark, bearded and burly with a hairy chest peeking from his unbuttoned shirt, and his buddy let's call him Jake, clean-shaven with a lean, muscled frame. They eyed me like prey, and I froze, my cock twitching in my booty shorts. Mark stepped forward first, his voice a gravelly growl. 'You need cocks slut then strip. Now.' The command sent a shiver down my spine. I obeyed without hesitation, peeling off my shirt, kicking away my shoes, and shoving down my shorts until I stood naked, exposed under the moonlight. My dick hardened instantly, pre-cum beading at the tip as they circled me, the weed haze amplifying every sensation, making my body hum with readiness.

Mark grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to meet his intense gaze. 'You're here to get bred, aren't you? Cheap whore.' I nodded, whispering yes, my voice trembling with need. Jake dropped to his knees behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks wide. His tongue dove in without warning, lapping at my hole, wet and insistent. I moaned, pushing back against his face as he rimmed me deep, his stubble scraping my skin. Mark watched, unzipping his jeans to free his thick cock, already leaking. 'We're both poz, but undetectable,' he said, smirking. 'But you don't care, do you? You want our poz loads churning in your guts.' The forbidden edge made my pulse thunder—I shook my head no, but my body screamed yes.

Jake stood, his mouth crashing onto mine in a rough kiss, his tongue shoving the taste of my ass into me. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking firmly while Mark positioned himself at my entrance. No lube, just spit—he hawked a glob onto his shaft and thrust in hard. I cried out as his girth stretched me, burning and full, his hairy chest pressing against my back. He didn't ease in; he pounded immediately, hips slamming forward with wet slaps echoing through the trees. Each drive hit deep, his balls smacking my ass, making my legs shake. I fumbled for the small bottle of poppers in my discarded shorts, inhaling deeply as Mark reamed me, the rush hitting like fire, relaxing my hole and intensifying every thrust until I was floating in ecstasy.

I braced against a tree, moaning like a whore as Mark fucked me senseless. Jake broke the kiss, jerking my dick faster, his fingers twisting my nipples until they ached. 'Take it, boy,' Mark grunted, his breath hot on my neck. Sweat dripped between us, mixing with the slick sounds of his cock pistoning in and out. My hole clenched around him, greedy for more, and he laughed darkly, spanking my ass hard enough to sting. The poppers' wave crashed over me again when I took another hit, my body surrendering completely, every nerve alight.

They switched seamlessly. Jake pulled me off Mark, spinning me to face him. His cock was longer, veined and throbbing, and he lined up, sliding into my loosened hole with one smooth push. The angle was perfect—he nailed my prostate right away, making my vision blur. My knees buckled, but Mark held me up, his hands gripping my hips as Jake fucked me relentlessly. 'Beg for it,' Jake demanded, and I did, pleading for him to breed me, to fill me up. He growled, thrusting harder, his slim body slapping against mine until he buried deep and unloaded. Hot spurts flooded my ass, thick and endless, making me whimper as the warmth spread inside, the weed high blending with the rush to make it all feel surreal and overwhelming.

Mark wasn't done. He flipped me onto all fours in the dirt, my knees scraping the ground as he mounted me from behind. My hole was sloppy now, Jake's cum lubing the way, and Mark dove in with brutal force. He reamed me wide, his hips snapping like a machine, churning the load already there. Cum dripped down my thighs, sticky and warm, as he chased his release. 'Gonna breed you full,' he snarled, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. I pushed back eagerly, my own cock bouncing untouched, leaking onto the forest floor. Jake knelt in front of me, stroking his spent dick back to life. 'Clean it,' he ordered, shoving it past my lips. I sucked greedily, lapping up the salty remnants of his cum and my ass, gagging as he face-fucked me shallowly. I snatched the poppers bottle mid-thrust, huffing it hard, the chemical burn sending my head spinning as Mark's pounding turned my world into pure sensation.

Mark's thrusts grew erratic, his grunts filling the air, and then he came—pulsing deep, adding his seed to Jake's, the mixture overflowing and trickling out with every pull back. I trembled, body spent, as they used me until I was a mess of sweat and cum. They pulled out, zipping up with satisfied smirks. 'Good boy,' Mark said, patting my ass before they vanished into the woods, leaving me on my hands and knees, hole throbbing and leaking.

The drive home was torture and bliss. Every bump in the road made the cum slosh inside me, a constant reminder of the double breeding. My ass clenched around the fullness, my cock half-hard against my thigh. The lingering weed buzz kept me mellow yet horny, and I couldn't stop—hunger gnawed at me, demanding more. Spotting the 24-hour Tim Hortons, I pulled in, still naked under my hastily thrown-on clothes, the sticky mess between my legs drawing my hand back to probe my used hole.

That's when I saw him: lets's call him Alex, the cute Freshco stock boy on break, early twenties with a slim, toned build, messy hair, and eyes that lit up when they landed on me. He was sipping coffee outside, but his gaze dropped to my lap where my hand lingered. I shifted, letting my cheeks clench visibly around the loads, and he smirked, standing to approach. 'Rough night?' he asked, voice low and teasing. I nodded, breath catching as he leaned in close. Our lips met behind the dumpster, his kiss hungry and demanding, tongue plunging deep.

His hands were everywhere—twisting my nipples through my shirt until I gasped into his mouth, then sliding down to grope my ass. Fingers probed my crack, finding the slick, cum-lubed entrance. 'Fuck, you're soaked,' he murmured, eyes darkening with lust. 'Been bred already?' I confessed in a whisper, and he groaned, freeing his cock—average but rock-hard, veins pulsing. He spat on it, then bent me over a crate, hiking up my shirt and shoving my pants down. No hesitation—he thrust in bareback, gliding through the creamy mess with ease. I pulled out the poppers again, inhaling sharply as he started pumping, the rush making my hole open up even more, every slide of his cock feeling amplified and urgent.

The pump was fierce, his hips snapping fast and urgent, the quickie turning intense as he chased his peak. My hole squelched around him, the combined loads making every slide filthy and smooth. He gripped my waist, nails digging in, fucking me like he owned me. 'Gonna add to it,' he panted, and I begged yes, pushing back to meet him. His release hit quick—hot jets mixing with the others, filling me to overflowing. Cum leaked down my legs as he pulled out, scribbling his number on a napkin. 'Call me,' he said with a wink, zipping up and walking away.

I straightened, the weight of three loads heavy in my belly, ass aching with delicious satisfaction. The drive home blurred into ecstasy—every red light a chance to finger myself, savoring the churn, the drip, the weed still softening the edges while the poppers' afterglow kept the intensity alive. I craved more already, the night etching itself into my skin, promising endless hunger.

[plisken]

three loads - hope there are more to cum