3 comments/ 15981 views/ 4 favorites The Cum Collector Ch. 01 By: cinnabutt Disclaimer: Fiction There are a lot more stories to tell, so I am going to cut it up in a few parts. Comments welcome! ***** I'm not really sure what started it. Was it the fact that I had finally become single after years of sexless and passionless marriage, or the fact that I was so bored with my job that my mind would waver off every few minutes as I routinely worked out the duties and requirements to keep myself employed... or maybe it was the fact that I was just 25 and bitter about the fact that I had become so antisocial and uninterested in love or women. Since the divorce I got laid a couple times and had some bi experiences here and there but nothing serious. My coworkers and a friend suggested I take up a hobby. A hobby? That was the last thing I was thinking about. One day while fantasizing on the bus ride to work, dreading about the day ahead (second time my car was in the shop that year), my perverted fantasies came up with the idea of saving up my own cum for later use... what for? and when? I hadn't decided yet, but I thought this was a "hobby" I could look forward to, that happens to cost nothing too. Thinking about that got me horned up and wanting to cum, so as soon as I got to work, I made a B line to the men's restrooms, made sure no one was around, got in a stall and started masturbating furiously. Just then, I realized I should save cum and start my collection but I had nothing to put it in. I looked inside my briefcase and pulled out the only container I could find: an almost-empty bottle of hotel-sized mouthwash. I quickly poured it into the toilet, and continued jerking off to the thought until I came really hard and tried my best to position the bottle on the tip of my dick to get as much cum inside it as possible. I got about half of it inside. the rest ended up all over my hands and on the floor. I tried to scoop as much of it off my hands into the little bottle, screwed the bottle up, and placed it in my pocket. Just then I heard someone walking into the restrooms and as I reached for the toilet paper to wipe myself up, I realized there was NONE LEFT. In my mindless rush to shoot cum like an animal I didn't bother to check for it! I did the only thing I could do, I licked the cum off of my hands and quickly flushed for show, got up, washed my hands, and went back to work. I spent the rest of the day thinking about the fact that i was walking around with my own cum in a bottle in my pocket in front of everyone from the sexy secretaries to the marketing people, thinking about what I would do with my final collection. I added load #2 to the little bottle as soon as I got home with a lot more success. The next morning I got up feeling a weird but pleasant and horny vibe flowing through my body. I headed off to work. I picked up a few 99 cent bottles of alcohol from the liquor store on the way to work, thanking the clerk with a sneaky grin, and Instead of dreading about the long day of mind numbing work ahead, I was thinking about different opportunities to jerk for my collection. That morning, the restroom was pretty busy. There were guys coming in and out, so I picked the last stall at the end of the row, I was sort of nervous but determined to build my collection so I drank the shot bottle and got a nice little buzz and I took my cock out and started stroking it to a nice hard state. I loaded up some porn on my cell phone and a few minutes later I started jerking faster and exploded a big silky load right into the little shot bottle. I got all of it in!! I looked at the bottle and smelled it.. smelled like cum-liquor.. I licked the tip of the bottle clean and screwed it shut. I waited for my erection to soften and headed back to work with my bottle in my pants pocket. earlier on my bus ride to work i had read on my phone on some forums that if you drink more fluids, you cum a larger volume, so i carried a big bottle of flavored water with me and sipped on it the whole day through. By the time lunch came, I rushed to get a bite to eat, and then went off to a different, quieter restroom on a different floor and I added another nice voluptuous load to my little bottle. When I got home, I felt kind of lonely as i'm still not completely used to living alone, so I called up a friend that is still friends with my ex wife as well. She told me that my ex wife is now living with another man, about 6 years younger than she is. He is unemployed and sits at home all day, and she said the only reason my ex wife is with him is because he has a really big dick and he fucks her all the time. I was hurt, but maybe she had finally found some sort of excitement or happiness, I thought. Thinking about my ex wife getting fucked by this new young guy and receiving his load of cum down her throat got me feeling sad but strangely aroused as well. I ended up jerking off to some gay porn that night. The clip showed a guy sucking another. The guy getting his cock sucked finished by cumming right into the other guy's mouth and then they kissed each other and snowballed the cum shot back and forth with their tongues. Something about it got me really going and I shot load #5. It was just as big as the last load and I was really tempted to just drink the whole thing on the spot thinking about my whore ex wife swallowing loads. By now my little bottle of the day was nearly a third full. I mixed it in with the previous day's cum bottle and it filled that little bottle HALF WAY. I was amazed at the amount of cum I had produced in just 2 days. The smell was still good and the consistency looked still pretty thick. I placed the bottle in my freezer and thought about how this was going to be the beginning of a fun new hobby. The Cum Collector Ch. 02 Disclaimer: Fiction That very morning I woke up feeling more alive and excited than I had felt for years. It was finally the weekend! Through the course of my marriage, the weekends went from being this great relief from work, a 2-day long "me time" that I could spend doing anything I wanted including either beating off or fucking my wife to becoming something to feel depressed and gloomy about. While I had a certain freedom to be myself at work, during the weekends I belonged to my wife and we usually ended up doing boring things she liked to do like going to restaurants and endless number of museums to just sitting at home watching TV all day. I felt like a prisoner and would be thrilled if she left the house for some quick errands so that I could pull out some porn and enjoy jerking off. Sex with her became a chore and I would literally start numbering the "humps" during sex to make sure it was a satisfactory amount so I could be done with it and do something I wasn't actually forced to do. Maybe the problem was me. Looking back I stopped caring about her sexual wants and needs.. I stopped caring if she had orgasms.. I just went through the motions. Maybe I'm too self-involved but for some reason jerking off felt better than sex with her. Sex was all about her while jerking off was all about me. I shook off all those bumming thoughts and jumped in the shower. I was feeling particularly uninhibited that morning and thought about mixing things up a bit. I was thinking about letting one of the friends I occasionally hook up with, June, in on my little perverted secret and see if she would be interested in giving me a helping hand with it. June was a different kind of girl. She was older than me, in her 30's, but she was extremely liberal with her body and sexually open minded. She was bi and one of her fetishes was getting off watching men have sex with each other. She had introduced me to one of my early bi experiences and it had stayed in the deepest most perverted crevices of my mind ever since. June informed me that she was currently in a relationship with an older man, a sugar-daddy type, but that she thought my idea was grossly kinky and hot and that she had a great idea to contribute to my collection. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I said OK. She told me to meet her at her new place. I asked how her husband would feel about that and she said that they met at a voyeur/submissive club and that he gets off watching her jerk off other guys. She said not to worry at all that she knows both her husband and I would enjoy ourselves. We set up for 2 pm and I got ready and headed off. When I got the place, I knocked on the door. It was a small but well furnished condo. She opened the door, welcomed me, and introduced me to her husband Greg. She gave me a big deep hug squeezing my ass and licking my lips. I looked at her husband, worried he was going to get pissed off, but instead he looked back at me with a warm smile, and gave me a hug too, handing me a margarita, telling me to make myself at home. June led us to the living room and went off to prepare some more drinks while Greg and I sat down on the sofa and started chatting about our lives. I confided with him about how depressing and loveless my marriage had become before the divorce and how my ex wife would never do anything fun with me. every time missionary. And how she would act like my cum was a disgusting thing she didn't want to touch. He said he had been married before too and could relate. Greg confided to me that his wife divorced him and took half his money after she went to visit him at work one day and caught him with his pants down fucking his young male office assistant bareback on his work desk. She told Greg that she couldn't tolerate this and kicked him out of the house. I was thinking to myself that he was being very open with me. Maybe a little too much so. Did June tell him about my bi experienced? Why didn't she tell me about his? Was Greg just baiting me? At this point I was feeling pretty horny and saucy so I took a chance and told him about the night I had come home late after telling my wife I had to work longer and I really met up a guy and bottomed for him. I told Greg I ended up going home with my ass full of a strange man's cum and my wife didn't notice a thing. When he heard this, his eyes lit up and he got closer to me, started feeling my dick and gave me a long deep passionate kiss. We were licking each other's lips and feeling each other's dick and it felt so good we both started getting real worked up until June walked in on us and broke us up screaming HEY WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?? I jumped back and looked at Greg and June embarrassed not knowing what to say. June looked at Greg and me like a punishing parent saying NOT YET. She told Greg "We're working on his collection and we're not going to mess this up. This is a serious hot project and I told my friend we're going to help him add to it" June ordered me to open up my small backpack and take out the little empty liquor shot bottles I brought with me. She Grabbed two of the empty bottles and told us we were going to play a game where both me and Greg are each going to cum in one of the little bottles and whoever fills their bottle with more cum wins. She started by taking our clothes off, shirts and pants. She kept her clothes on while she told me to kneel down. she knelt down next to me and started slowly jerking my cock as her husband was watching. I got hard pretty quick as she was whispering in my ear how she's going to make both of us shoot so much cum. She said she will only do it if I follow her instructions and act like a good assistant and I agreed. She unbuttoned the top of her shirt and exposed her breasts. They were B cups but soft with hard nipples. I started sucking her nipples as my dick got harder. Greg asked if he could join and June answered to that yes. She told me to be a good boy and open my mouth. Greg slowly slipped his cock in my mouth as June was still jerking me off and whispering in my ear. Greg started slowly but steadily fucking my mouth, taking his time. The sensation from June jerking my cock wildly and Her husband mouth fuckign me was overwhelming. It felt like pure pleasure on both ends. too soon June started stroking my cock faster and harder and squeezing my nipples and smacking my ass. I told her I was getting close, and she pulled out a bottle, and placed it on the tip of my dick as she kept jerking me hard and Greg kept mouth fucking me. I held back as long as possible until I couldn't hold back anymore and I squirted stream after stream of cum with my dick entirely in June's control. I came so much It felt endless... she jerked every drop of cum that was left in me into the bottle until nothing else came out and she screwed the top on and put the bottle down. She kept caressing my body and squeezing my ass as Greg kept mouth-fucking me except now with a faster pace. June looked at Greg and said "baby, we made him cum really hard." She looked at me and said "i know you want to return the favor" I shook my head yes as I opened wider and let Greg deep throat me almost to the point of choking. June held back my head with both hands as he fucked me with a last few hard pumps, yelled out 'fuck I'm gonna cum!' and started moaning loudly and cumming half a gallon in my mouth. My mouth was full and spilling and I was about to spit it all out but June forced my head back and told me to hold on.. she grabbed the other empty bottle and told me to spit it into the bottle as I did. After we recovered, she handed each of us our little bottles. Greg had cum a little bit more than me. We looked at each other's loads and June told me to ask Greg if I could add his load to my collection. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that... my collection was a very personal very private thing. But thinking about it, I said why not? The more the merrier. Greg was kind enough to hand me his bottle and I opened it up and mixed both our loads together. Something about doing that felt really hot and June and I started making out some more. She admitted that she could taste her husband's cum on my lips. It felt embarrassing but hot at the same time. We hung out and watched some TV and drank some more as Greg told me how much fun he had and how much he would like me to come back to visit. He told June that they needed more friends like that. A couple hours later I took a cab home with my mixed cum loads. When I got home I poured those two loads into my main frozen collection and went to bed feeling happy and satisfied. My collection had just got an extra bit of flavor. The Cum Collector Ch. 03 Disclaimer: Fiction ***** I got up and took a look at the clock on my nightstand. The sun was shining bright through the gap in the window curtains and all I could think about was the incredibly brazen and hot experience I had the day before. I had become a fully fledged cum-collecting hobbyist!! After having spent my entire adult life focusing on building up my income and unremarkable career to build a successful life and attract a beautiful woman, I had found myself in a completely different path. Sure I had a decent job and a decent place to live, even after my ex wife kicked me out and took well over half of the money and assets I had worked tirelessly for years to gain. Money and Assets she was now showering her new young boyfriend with. This was the result of months of having being unfaithful to me in our marriage. I didn't become an antisocial self-serving cum-loving pervert overnight, it happened through years of contempt and neglect, years of being told that I was not good enough, and years of being taken for granted with my basic needs and desires completely ignored. The upside of this experience is that I felt less and less inhibited as time went by. Many of my life-long biases and prudishness were withering away and i felt free-er and excited to have been introduced to the bi side of life. I was now into my third day of my cum collection project and I had collected a lot more cum than I could possibly have imagined. In a period of two days I had built up a reserve of 7 cum shots into my 8 oz liquor bottle in my freezer. I got up and walked down to the freezer, opened the door and grabbed my bottle. the bottom half had over an inch worth of cum in it, and some of it wasn't even mine. I could feel my cock growing as I handled the bottle and smelled it. The smell of cum is such an incredible turn-on that I couldn't help but go back and forth that morning sampling the smell and looking at the texture. After a while though, I knew I had to get out and go do something before the work day was once again upon me. I thought getting away for the weekend would be a wise thing to do. I've always enjoyed going camping and hiking. I usually go alone (surprised?) and this time of the year was warm enough that I could bring my 3-season tent and light sleeping bag. I made some reservations at a campground in the countryside I haven't been to before and started packing the rest of my gear. After finishing some extra work assignments my boss always slips me minutes before the end of the weekday (and of course never pays me overtime for) I finally hit the road. I drove a good 3 hours until it started getting dark out. I saw a welcomed rest stop sign up ahead and pulled over to take a break. It was the first exit I had seen in some 30 miles, and since this was my day off after all, there was no point in rushing anywhere. This rest stop was right off a rural truck route and had a few trailer trucks and just one other car parked there. I got out to stretch my legs out and take a piss, which was pretty much what everyone else stopped there for, I thought. Living in a big city, I love travelling to rural towns because unlike in big cities, people actually acknowledge and even smile at each other. Friendliness and small talk seem to be the theme for most people I've run across on the road. Walking towards the restroom I noticed a couple truckers standing and lounging around the lot, one of them gave me a long stare, he looked like he had been drinking (wtf?). I nodded and said hi, to which he nodded his head and kept staring as I walked by. The building with the restrooms were poorly lit. All you could see was the dim glow reflecting off the walls, urinals, sinks, and stalls. It was muggy with a couple mosquitoes flying around. As I started letting off a stream of pee into the urinal, I was contemplating a quick risky jerk off session while I was there. By the time I had done peeing my dick had started to get hard and I started stroking it gently. Right then I heard a noise in the back, it sounded like someone else had just walked into the rest room. It was one of the older truckers, maybe in his 50's. He quickly walked towards a urinal, unzipped, and peed too. As I was zipping back up, he looked at me and smiled. I innocently smiled back, and said "hi" to try and break the awkwardness. "Mmhh. Nice Cock." The old trucker said, peeking down giving my ass and crotch a long look. "I jerk my dick here too sometimes." he said. He finished peeing and turned towards me with his pants and boxers pulled down below his waist and showed me his half-erect dick. I was taken by surprise, to be honest. He was an older somewhat hairy guy with a big gut and an average 5" but thick dick. I casually complemented him saying he looked hot (which in my horny mind, he did) and that he had a nice cock as I tried to look away, not knowing what kind of guy this trucker was. I quickly walked out of the restroom, got into my SUV, and was about to turn the ignition on and get out of there, but something in me told me to pause, take a deep breath, and accept my sexuality. I thought about it, and realized that he could not have been such a bad guy. He was a commercial trucker so he had to have some sort of half-decent record. My perverted mind went right back to what I had just seen; this trucker's average but real cock pointing at me. I sat there a few minutes more until I saw the old trucker exit the restroom. He was walking back to his truck nonchalantly as I tried to motion him over to my SUV. Instead, he kept walking towards his 18 wheeler slowly and gave me a sexy little "come here" motion with his index finger as he climbed into his truck. I was frozen. I was scared to walk out there in front of all these other truckers at the rest stop, but it was very dark out by then and I decided to swallow my pride and take a chance. I walked over and knocked on his 18 wheeler's passenger door. He unlocked and opened it for me. It was quite a climb up but once i was in the cabin it felt nice and sheltered as it had wraparound curtains set up for the night. He had one of those larger cabins with a microwave, mini fridge, TV, and bunk beds. As I looked around I noticed him sitting back, peeking down at my ass with desire, biting his lips. He looked me in the eyes and said "I noticed you drooling earlier." "I've had a long day and well.. sometimes I get horny and fantasize to relieve the boredom of the road." I answered in a a submissive tone, trying to elicit a sexy response. "I know what that's like, but tonight will be different because tonight I will be your daddy and make you feel right where you belong." he said in a stern but sexy voice. "Come have a seat in the back, I have some porn playing on the screen. Take your pants off and come sit by me." He instructed. I smiled and felt nervous at the same time. I followed him and he turned on the little TV in the back. He had some porn playing, what looked like old men fucking women half their age. It was pretty hot. After I pulled my pants off and sat down, he squirted a big goop of KY jelly right into my hand from a new tube, and then squirted some in his. We started jerking off sitting next to each other watching that porn together. My dick was now fully hard and so was his. The head and shaft of his dick was glossy with KY and looked incredibly tasty. I was really enjoying this. In the middle of a strange distant place, over a hundred miles from home on a desolate road, I found some warmth and some pleasure. After masturbating through half of the film, he asked me what I was into. I eagerly told him about my little ongoing project, to which he reacted turned on and starting being lot more explicit in his language. "What are you going to do with all this cum, you weird nerdy fag?" He asked. "I know, you will slurp it all up one day like the whore that you are." he proclaimed with a smirk. I got a little nervous. This trucker was older than me, but also much bigger at 6'. The condescending words oddly turned me on as well. "Only sometimes.. when I really want some. I'm mostly straight," I said in a weakened voice. "Is tonight one of those times you little cum whore" he asked? Again, I felt scared.. All I could do was mutter a horny and helpless sounding "...uhmmm uhuh" He took that as a complete acknowledgement of my hopelessly horny mood. He got up off the bunk bed without saying anything and pointed his now fully erect cock right at my mouth, a half inch away. I sat there drooling as he slowly slipped the hard head of his dick inside my wet mouth. The sensation was incredible. I couldn't help but start sucking and slopping it up, only taking it in about halfway, as deep as I could, until he pushed me back. "Wait. Daddy wants to feel his dick inside you." He said forcefully. I wanted to keep his dick in my mouth some more but I was caught in a strange trance of wanting to please him. I turned around and laid flat face-down on the lower bunk bed as he pulled my pants down, squirted some KY on my asshole and slowly fingered it inside my ass an inch or two. He squirted some more and then some more and kept fingering me deeply as I squirmed around and moaned trying to feel the ecstasy as much as i was feeling the pain. "Daddy can feel the inside of your asshole it's so tight boy.. you're going to feel every inch of daddy's dick" he said. He then positioned himself behind me doggy style and started pushing the tip of his dick against my puckered asshole. I was pushing back squeezing hard but his dick was so big that it was stretching out my asshole more than it's ever been, eliciting a scream of pain. He pushed my head down into the mattress, and whispered "hold on Daddy is almost in!" He continued to push, "MMMMHHH! That's it! who's your daddy? Yeahhh mmmhhhppp!" he grunted. "You are going to make daddy shoot his big juicy cum load deep inside your cumwhore asshole!" he shouted at me. "Who's a good little boy with a tight little asshole?" he whispered. He started fucking my asshole one firm hump at a time. The pain and the pleasure were equally unbearable. I tried to tune out and just let this man use my ass like a fuck doll, just mindlessly fucking me, pushing my whole body down in the bed with my head against the wall of the truck cabin. I thought I may have failed in life but at least I was successful tonight in that I was not only working hard to build a big fat load of cum for my collection, but I was also giving this stranger I had just met in a truck stop restroom an incredible amount of pleasure, so much pleasure that my ass alone was about to make him explode in ecstasy and shoot all of his hot sperm out for me. He went on for over half an hour, only stopping to pull out, and squirt another wad of KY on my asshole before impaling it again. He was on top of me, fucking my ass frantically like a castaway who had just fucked another human being for the first time in years. right when he was about to cum, he pulled out, grabbed a big Dixie cup he had in his cabin, and yelled out as he came shot after shot of hot cum into it while squeezing my ass cheek to a glowing red color. I thought he was going to pass out it was so intense. He collapsed into the bunk bed next to me, and we both laid back and relaxed some until he popped in another porn DVD. this one was of a bukkake, which made my dick hard again. My asshole was hurting, BAD but I was still hard from before. He got on his knees, laid me down in the bed and took my dick in his mouth and started sucking slowly as i was watching the porn on the screen. It didn't take long for me to start edging, squirming around in the bed, and shooting all my cum in his mouth. He took it all in but did not go for the Dixie cup, instead he hovered back on top of me and kissed me, passing me my OWN cum I had just shot out. "Be a good boy," he told me, "and swallow for daddy." I reluctantly did, and it was salty, but a huge turn on. I pulled my pants back up and limped back to my SUV, holding my Dixie cup like it was some coffee, praying I wasn't going to pass anybody there too closely, which I didn't. I got back in my car, poured the contents of the Dixie cup into a small empty bottle I had brought along, put the bottle on ice in my cooler, and drove on to my campground. I got there a lot later than anticipated but thankfully the gate was still open and I went off to my campsite, parked, got comfortable inside my sleeping bag with my mind wandering off with nothing but sexy and exciting feelings crawling through my body. This was the most fun trip I've taken in a while and I made the most of it.. including scoring a fresh new load for my collection. I dosed off feeling warm and happy and totally satisfied in my weird twisted way.