Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. Enjoy!
FRAT SLUT GANGBANG
by Backlash29
My name is Jason. I'm a junior at a large university in central Pennsylvania (yeah, you figure it out) and a member of a popular fraternity there. I date girls and have sex with them often, but I've known for a while that I also like different kinds of adventures. Like, the kinds with guys. When I'm with guys, I am definitely a bottom. I experimented while drinking with my buddies back in high school, and figured out I kind of like having a dick in my mouth, as well as up my ass. OK, so I like it more than a little...I like it a lot.
Even at a huge university there is pressure to fit in and not rock the boat, so I have to be discreet in my conquests for male sex. Basically no one knows I'm gay here except for one or two guys from the frat. One of them is my roommate, Phil, which is lucky for me on two counts. One, Phil is cool about me and horny all the time, so he fucks my face and ass pretty regular, even though he's totally straight. Two, Phil is on the baseball team and is a total stud, so it's a pleasure to get his big dripping rod up my asshole as often as I do. Even after two years of solid boning from him, he's never refused me, and the pleasure has never let up.
A little about me. I'm 21 years old (just turned), medium length brown hair, brown puppy eyes. I'm 5-9 and weigh 155, a little on the scrawny side but with a tight little body. I work out a lot. I especially keep my ass in fine shape, because I love feeling a guy hang onto my tight pint-sized glutes while I'm being fucked. I look like your typical frat dude I guess. I'm never seen anywhere without my ball cap and T-shirt, including most of the time when I'm having sex. I have no trouble getting dates with women so I must be fairly easy on the eyes.
One time Phil and I were hanging out at one of the cafeterias on campus, along with Ted, another close friend from the frat who knows my secret. Ted never fucked me, but I secretly wished like hell he would. He's tall with long hair, a varsity football linebacker and all-around stud. He boxes a punching bag twice per day to keep in shape. I'd seen his long twelve-inch dick in the showers and wished he'd slide it into me.
"'Sup this week-end, bros," he asked, setting his tray down on the table next to Phil and me.
Phil just shrugged. I answered, "I'm probably headed to Philly."
"Yeah?" Ted snickered. "Got some hot dick lined up?"
Phil smiled at the tease. He and Ted knew I met plenty of internet fucks in Philly, the nearest city at three hours away. My cover story was always that I was going to visit either my family or some girl, but these guys knew the truth.
I sort of blushed. "Yeah, well...probably."
"Probably, my ass!" Ted yelped, a little too loud. "You got dick there, you know it. Who's the guy?"
I could keep no secrets from these two. The truth was, they were always sort of amused by my wanton antics. I think having a buddy who made week-end trips into Philly to get butt-fucked was a source of real variety in their humdrum lives.
"A few guys, actually," I said finally, waiting for them to take the bait.
Phil whooped. "A few?! How many is a few?"
I smiled, but wouldn't answer.
"C'mon, tell us, man," Ted goaded me. "How many dudes you got lined up this time? How many dicks are gonna slice into that sweet pussy, just the way you like?"
It turned me on incredibly, just hearing him talk smack to me like this. "I dunno, man. Plenty, I hope."
Eventually they dragged it out of me. I was going there to get gang-banged. Some dude I'd met a month or so before and who had railed me hard for a whole week-end had invited me back to meet (as he put it) "some of his friends". I e-mailed him back to ask how many guys he was talking about, but he refused to say. "As many as you want," was his reply, so I left it at that.
"I'm supposed to meet him Friday night at this address he gave me," I told them. "It's his friend's house, on the north side. After that, I don't know what's going to happen."
Ted let out an incredulous laugh. "Hot, man! Je-sus, you are one daring little slut."
Phil agreed. "No shit. You sure you can handle a scene like that, bro?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "As long as the guys are easy-going, and I get plenty of dick. You guys know that's how I like it. Besides, I can handle my own in this situation. I mean, how bad can it get?"
Friday night, I showed up at the address around 7. John, the guy who'd fucked me previously and had set up the party, met me in the driveway and led me around the house to a back door that led to the basement. Downstairs, he showed me the king-size mattress on the floor where the action was to take place, and introduced me to Jose, the guy who owned the house. Jose was a decent-looking Latino guy, around 40 years old, same age as John. In the corner was a digital video camera on a tripod, aimed at the mattress from about twenty feet away. John had filmed himself fucking me the first time, so this wasn't a surprise.
I shared a joint with John and Jose, we opened some Coronas, and before long a couple of other guys stopped by, Oscar and Garcia. They were Latino like Jose, but younger and better-looking. Jose introduced us, passing them the joint. Then John reached over and grabbed my hard dick inside my track shorts, groping it and smiling at me. I took one more swig of my beer and set it down. John's big hands on my raging boner felt good, and as usual, my ass was wet and twitching. It was time to get started, I guess.
I yanked down my shorts and got on the mattress. Oscar was the most aggressive one, a muscular little Hispanic butch dude, and he told me he wanted to go first. I said that was cool, and got onto my knees on the mattress. John tossed Oscar a lube pump, and he spent a minute or so preparing my hole. I relaxed into my forward reclined position, and before too long I felt his big uncut cock going into my hole. I moaned loud. I'd taken Phil's big cock there that morning, but Oscar still felt pretty huge going in. I guess he had about eleven inches. It felt awesome sliding into my juicy frat jock pucker. I love being a cunt for big rods.
In and out, Oscar jammed his big cock, my first fuck of the evening. As I took pleasure in being his little gringo gay slut, my mind wandered to the thought of how many guys would actually show up that night to fuck me. Also, John had told me to set the whole week-end aside, not just Friday night. I let out a sigh as I thought about how much dick I could get in that amount of time. How long was this party expected to last?
About the time Oscar was dumping his hot male syrup into my eager frat hole, I heard the basement door open again and more guys coming down the steps. It was dark and the basement was not well-lit, but after Oscar pulled out and I rolled onto my back to take the next top, Garcia, I could make out the shadows of at least five more guys who had joined us. The basement was huge, and Jose had set up a table with drinks and snack food, so the new arrivals watched Garcia fuck me on my back for a while, then wandered off to socialize and wait their turn.
I took Garcia's fuck like a pro. He was a sexy, lithe little punk, no older than I was, and when he came, he unloaded a huge batch of hot Latino sperm right into my guts. Then I stayed on my back as the next five guys all fucked me, one at a time. They weren't nearly as hot as Oscar and Garcia--they were all white and middle-age, although they were all good-looking and in decent shape. I didn't care at that point, as long as I was getting cock. All five guys hovered around me, and I went back and forth sucking off the four dicks at my face as the fifth one went in and out of my hot college ass. These dudes must have all liked me, as they really threw their fucks into my hole and let loose some big fuckin' loads of hot cum, coating my insides.
Once they were done, Jose checked on me to make sure I was alright. He was still fully dressed, busy I guess playing host for the evening. John was dressed, too, running the camera from across the room. I told Jose I was doing OK. I squinted in the dim light and could make out another twenty guys or so milling about the basement. Some music was playing now, and most of the guys ignored me, just hanging out and talking. Holy shit, I had my work cut out for me. I was definitely getting my gay whore butt used tonight!
After that, I got on my knees again. That's a harder position for getting fucked long-term, because of the stress on my legs, but it's a lot more satisfying for sucking cock. And I'm someone who loves having a nice fat dick to choke down on while I'm taking another one up my slutty chute. I pushed my ass back toward the camera, feeling the fresh cum pour out of my hole and run down my tight, hairy legs. A few seconds later, a new cockhead arrived at my pussy hole and pushed its way inside, followed by the long glorious shaft. But still, no cock to suck. I twisted my head backwards and motioned breathlessly to the nearest guy.
"Get over here, man," I told him. "I need some cock to suck."
Eager to feed me, the stud knelt in front of me on the mattress, and I fed his throbbing rod down my throat. He must have fucked me already because I could taste cum and ass as I slurped up and down his bone.
Meanwhile, the guy behind me was really railing hard in and out. He grabbed my slim hips and muttered nasty stuff in a low voice, like: "Tight bitch hole...you love that cock...taking it you slut...horny little faggot college jock boy pussy...getting all that sticky cream in your hot little ass..."
I love that shit. Hot talk turns me on. Phil did it sometimes, too, when he power-fucked my hot hole.
The guy I was sucking off came in my mouth at the same time the verbal stud unloaded into my ass. It was so hot, getting both loads at once. Trust me on this, when you are a horny bottom slut, there is NOTHING better than two studs squirting their cream into you at the same time, from both ends! I clenched my ass to milk the sperm into my ass, while noisily guzzling down the fresh juice going down my throat. Then I lost it, spilling my own first load of the party onto the mattress under my frantically beating cock.
Both guys pulled out of me, and I caught my breath as I waited for the next stage of the action. The cum I'd shot on the bed mixed with the cum that had already been leaking from my ass, forming a growing puddle on the thick sheets. I knew that when I grew tired of my current position, I could get on my back again, bathing in the lake of sticky juices, rolling in it in my wet T-shirt while they fucked me, like a pig in shit.
However, I was determined to stay on my knees a while longer. I wanted to repeat the success of getting two guys off simultaneously, using my expert mouth and ass. Soon enough, a nice long cock slid totally into my jock cum-chute, and another one filled my mouth. True to form, I brought both studs to orgasm at the same precise time, and once again I was rewarded with a hot jizz injection at both ends.
I did this three more times before it was time to get on my back again. As I rolled over, Jose once again approached me to make sure I was doing alright. This time, he also brought me a bottle of water. What a gracious host. As I gulped down the refreshing liquid, I reported I was doing just fine. How many guys had fucked my ass by now? About ten? This was by far more cocks than I'd ever taken at one time, but I still felt totally fresh, not to mention horny as hell and ready to fuck the night away!
And so he left me to do my thing. Before lying back again, I noticed that the party had grown even more. There was no telling how many horny studs now filled the basement, but it didn't matter. I was ready for them all. I adjusted my ball cap on my head, and raised my legs as an open invitation to them all.
I kind of blissed out shortly after that, and lost track of who was fucking me at any one time. I remained on my back, relaxed. Guys would lift my legs, pound my hole, shoot their cum in me, and then move aside. I was awash in cocks and cum, a true male pussy whore. I loved getting my slut ass fucked and filled, and I didn't want it to ever end. When a guy would kneel beside me and feed me his cock, I did my best to pleasure him, once in a while sucking him to orgasm. But mostly I was weak and given over to the pleasure of all those cocks going in and out of my hole. I wanted to be a frat boy pussy faggot forever.
Around midnight, the trail of tops finally dwindled to none. Jose and John had also fucked me a few times, taking turns at the camera as they each had their way with my well-used ass. Now they were dressed again, and headed out to the bars.
"Take a nap, have some food if you want," Jose said. "We'll bring back some more guys to use you."
They left, and I followed their advice, grabbing some sandwiches from the spread across the basement from where I had been fucked. Then I fell asleep, naked on the mattress, and woke up again around 2am.
"Wake up, frat cunt!" Jose greeted me as he descended the stairs. John was right behind him, followed by Oscar and Garcia. even in my half-awake state, I was happy to see the two sexy younger Latino power-tops again, ready to use my hole.
John said, "We handed out cards at all the bars with this address, so we ought to have plenty of studs to keep you busy for a while!"
"I think the first bunch of guys is here right now," Garcia said, listening to the faint sound of car doors slamming upstairs as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled off his cowboy boots. "You ready to go?"
I stretched, smiled, and motioned him over toward me. I desperately wanted his uncut dick in me again. My faggot ass was so loose and primed, it inhaled his whole eleven inches as soon as the tip was at my hole.
While Oscar drilled my sloppy, hungry twat, I heard sounds of drilling and hammering elsewhere as well. After Oscar unloaded in my frat pussy, he showed me what John and Jose had been up to. They had stopped at a sex shop and bought a sling, and it was now installed in the far corner of the basement!
I had been fucked in a sling by a few tricks in the past, but it had been my dream to use on in a gang-bang setting. Now my dream was coming true...
Oscar and Garcia picked me up and carried me to the sling. I was dripping with sweat and cum, up and down the front and back of my slender, muscled body. I still wore my ball cap, though I'd turned it backward to facilitate giving better head. And my faded frat T-shirt was still intact on my body, bunched-up near my armpits and soaked with the juices of the evening's activities thus far.
They dropped me into the sling, and seconds later Garcia was filling me with his big dick. Hot fuckin' kid. I groaned loudly and happily as he drilled my hot frat ass. I was fuckin' elated to be in the sling, and I curled my sexy legs around the front chains, trying to pull myself harder and harder onto this Latino hunk's fuck.
Once again, there were sounds on the stairway, and once again, the room filled up with horny male bodies. This was a much better-looking crowd than the one before, I noticed. Lots of pretty boys from the bars, all drunk and horny and danced out, ready to unleash their pent-up energy on a hot frat boy reclined in a sling.
Through the night I took their fucks. Needless to say, I lost count of how many there were, but it had to be over three dozen in all. Each guy would fuck me, fill me, and step aside. I was never so happy to be a gay whore. I took cock like I'd never taken cock before. I was insatiable. Every time a stud pulled out his spent cock, the cum would flow out of my exposed ass-pussy, falling with a splat onto the concrete basement floor. Then another hard dick would take its place, filling my sperm-trench, pounding me without mercy until I thought I couldn't take any more. As they fucked me and slapped my tight butt, I moaned and whimpered for more. Then the dick sprayed its juice inside me, followed by the next one, hard and ready.
I was fucked constantly for several hours. I was a true pig slut, a total male whore for all their cocks. Many fucked me more than once. When it was finally over, the sun was poking through the shades on the high basement windows. Jose was on his knees in front of me, licking up all the stringy spent cum that poured out of my well-fucked cunt. His tongue felt soothing on my puffy frat ass-lips and my hairy inner legs.
Meanwhile, John was taking down the camera tripod and cleaning off the buffet table. "You were one hot little whore tonight, Jason," he praised me. "This little party was even better than we expected. You should get some rest. If you're up for it, Jose and I plan to do it all over again tonight!"
I looked down at Jose, parked between my sexy spread legs, who managed a cute smile as he continued slurping up the liquid prizes of the all-night assault on my slutty asshole. Weakly, I smiled back at him, and then let my head fall back against the sling again. I was exhausted, but I knew deep down I still wanted more. I would take John's advice and get some sleep on the king-sized cum-covered mattress, once Jose was finished cleaning out my ass. By the time I woke up, there would be more hard cocks ready to fuck me and use me, and I knew I would take them all, like the wanton hungry frat dude pussy-boy slut that I am!
THE END
What do you think? Feedback and suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com
My other stories are: "Ryan's Hole", "Ryan Goes Down", "Swimslut", "Enrique-Justin-Eminem" and "40 Days and 39 Nights" in Gay/Celebrities, "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings, and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.