Taub Hall Gang Bang
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This is adult-oriented original fiction depicting explicit and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Things described here may be considered unsafe sex or illegal. These acts are part of a fictional story and are not recommended in real life. By reading this story you are saying you are of legal age to read such material and live where this type of reading material is legal. All characters are fictional.
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Story:
This story played out in 1980 when disco was dying and gangbanging a drunk slut wasn't a crime. It was a fun night out. Times have changed.
I was a nerdy freshman in college and had just moved away from home and into the dorms. When I filled out the application for the dorm, it had a question about which dorm I wanted. I had no idea what to choose, so I put the Towers as my first choice and Taub Hall as my second choice. I was placed on the first floor of Taub Hall with the golf team, swim team, and track team. Damn, I was out of place and kind of worried. I ran track in high school and was on the swim team, but I wasn't any good. I had the right slim build (5'8" 150) for the swim team, but just not very athletic. I had good muscle tone and the only fat I had was in my butt. I was more the AP math and AP chemistry type than a jock. Jocks picked on or beat up guys like me in high school. It wasn't too bad though. My roommate Jim was not a jock either, but he wanted to be a jock. He knew a lot of the golfers and introduced me. I was mostly ignored initially, but I tried to fit in and did not complain about the loud late-night parties. I was kind of envious of the fun they were having at the parties. It was an all-male dorm, but the jocks get the girls, and there were always girls. Listening to the guys talk about how much pussy they were getting made my 18-year-old brain and cock go into overdrive.
The jocks had so many horny chicks hanging on them that they could be rough and demanding. I remember this one cocky freshman named Chapman (every on called him Chappy), he was talking about a slut he was planning to dump
"And she was like, where do you want me, and I said, "On your knees". The slut got down where she belonged and opened wide. I gave the loose worn-out slut the last load she will ever get from me all over her face."
Hearing him talk about using her nearly made me cream my pants. I had only had one date since I got to college and didn't get any from her. It wasn't just Chappy using bitches like they were disposable, seemed like all the guys were. Duane was by far the best golfer and had the most pussy throwing themselves at him. It seemed like he was with and banging a new hot chick all the time. He wasn't stingy, he shared the wealth. It was early in the semester when one of his dates got sloppy drunk in his room. She was naked and spread-eagle on his bed. I know because Duane opened his door when he was finished fucking her to let the room air out and maybe to show off. Max his room mate was in the room with him and his bitch. I think Max watched his roommate fuck every hole in her body before filling his rubber to the max when he came. Who could blame Max if he watched, she was a Penthouse model beautiful. Most of Duane's dates were. Even with her hair a mess, spit and slobber on her chin, and her make-up running, she was stunning with big perfect tits.
Daune: "Good for you baby? Does my dick make you feel good? Can't get enough of Dr Dauan's meat can you?"
Bitch: "uHHHoo, gooood. Biiigg MMuuoo. Pleeeaseee"
Max: "I think she said she wants you to fuck her again. That is definitely what her hole is saying. Look at it. Duane, it is winking at you!"
Daune: "She is a slut, her cunt winks at every hard dick. I'm not the first man to go from mouth to cunt to asshole to mouth. She didn't even hesitate, nasty bitch. I should have worn two rubbers to be extra safe. I'm not putting my dick in it again. Time for fresh meat. Do you want to fuck her? Wear a rubber, no bugs no babbies.
Max: "You fucked her big tits too. I think she wanted you to take off the rubber and cum on her face while you fucked her tits. She had that look and her mouth was wide open too."
Daune: "Hey baby, you like Max? His cock is as big as mine. Big cock for your holes. You going to let him fuck you too? Want him to to fucking make you cum like I did?
Bitch: "uHHHoo, gooood. Biiigg"
Max was balls-deep in her cunt before she could slur out more words.
Daune: "You can't get enough. You going to get my buddies fuck you. If you want my big ole dick, you have to let all my friends fuck you. You want it!"
Duane's slut made lots of moans and noise. You could hear her even in my room, but I was standing at my open door to listen, Creepy, but I was young and so fucking horny. I never heard her say stop.
Duane invited all of the golfers and a few other friends to put on a rubber and try out the slut. He was done with her, so didn't care if her pussy got loose and worn out by tomorrow. Besides, she asked for it. I watched in amazement as a line formed in the hallway. Must have been at least a dozen dudes lined up to fuck the slut. Young guys cum too fast, but they can cum again almost immediately. Some of the men definitely took two or maybe three turns. I wanted an invitation to take a turn too but was too shy to ask. I wondered if she was sober enough to enjoy all the high-quality meat she was getting. Did sluts get off when they get fucked even if they are blind drunk? I found out when I saw Jim and three other guys carry her out of Duane's room. She had a halter top and shorts on, and her shorts were soaking wet with her pussy juice. I could smell her juices. She had the greatest time she would never remember. Some dude made the old joke
"When she wakes up, she will think margaritas make her pussy sore"
Lots of laughter and then.
"She will think margaritas make her ass hole sore too."
I went back to inside my room and shot my load with only a dozen strokes.
During the day, things were kind of normal and boring. My classes were easy for me and I had free time. Jim told me some of the guys could really use my help with some classwork. Even jocks on scholarship had to take and pass some classes. I thought he meant tutoring, and there was some tutoring involved, but mostly it was doing their homework and take-home tests. It didn't take much time and I did get to know some of the golfers and track guys and make friends. Win-win.
After the first gangbang, gangbangs became kind of a regular thing. The men weren't totally irresponsible, every dick wore a rubber. The sluts never caught a load in their pussy or ass. Maybe some cum got on their face or in their mouth, but that's what a slut gets whoring in Taub Hall. I wondered if all the sluts got sloppy drunk on their own, or did they have help. Maybe it was more than alcohol. It was the time of Sex-Drugs-Rock & Roll. Quaalude maybe? I didn't know. All I did know was I was the only man on the first floor who was not getting any. The guys were kind of friendly to me, but not friendly enough to give me a rubber and a turn on any of the sluts. Things changed after Duane had car trouble. His car wouldn't crank and he needed to be somewhere. I was a nerdy brain, but I knew a little about cars. All I had to do to get his car to crank was clean and tighten his battery connections. His car was still running rough, so I asked him if he wanted me to try to get it running smother. I cleaned and regaping his points in 5 minutes It was no big deal, but he thought I had worked a miracle.
"Thanks! You helped me a lot. You have no idea how much. Next time, we're going to get you a rubber and some pussy. "
He had no idea how much I loved hearing that. I was one of the cool guys then. Not a jock, but I would be hanging with them and getting the pussy leftovers. All this happened on a Monday. Seemed like Friday would never come. I went drinking with the golfers on Friday night. Damn, there were lots of drunk chicks at the bars and clubs. I was sure one or more would come back to the dorm with us. The guys had game. Damn, it was great getting drunk with the men, but I could hardly wait to get back and get to finally fuck some slut with them. I didn't care if I went last and she was already loose, I needed to get my meat in a warm wet hole. In high school, I had a long-time girlfriend who was on the pill, so I fucked her without a condom. That felt so good, but I had not cum in days, so I'd fuck any hole offered and wear a Uniroyal if I had to. Unfortunately, I had to wait. The men had a bad night. Some of the men fucked their girlfriends in their rooms, but no drunk skank to gangbang that night. I was horny as hell all Saturday but I was saving up my nut. I was going to fuck whatever slut was served up over and over.
Saturday night was very much like Friday, except I was driving, so I cut way back on my drinking (about a beer an hour) to be safe. The golfers and some of the track guys all ended up at Hungrys Bar and Grill at closing time. The men were feeling no pain, and I was their best buddy. Fuck it was awesome. What was not awesome was they didn't pick up any bitches and no guy was ready to dump his girlfriend and offer up her drunken or drugged fuckholes for the team. I was so fucking horny, I was hard or half-hard all night. I thought my prayers were answered when Duane, Chappy, and Jim were in my room and told me to get naked and suit up my little man, and get ready to fuck. I knew a slut had been secured for this week's gangbang after all. I was buck naked and rolling on a magnum ribbed condom (I wanted the slut to feel me real good), but the guys still had their shorts on. I asked them
Me: "When is the slut getting here"
Duane: "She is here. I'm looking at her right now."
Jim tackled me onto my bed. Jim is a big guy and I was almost petite, so he had no trouble pinning me down and twisting my arm behind my back.
Me: "Get off me. This isn't funny."
Jim: "Not funny to you right now, but going to be fun for us. You'll have a great time once you are opened up."
Me: "What are you saying? Get off me. I'm no fag. I don't want to be opened up. I'm straight. I had a girlfriend for years. Please, don't do this. I'm your buddy. You can't do this to me. I've never ..."
Chappy: "Never!!? Even better than I thought, virgin fag pussy."
Me: "Duane, make them stop. I'm your friend. I'm not queer!
Duane: "Sorry little buddy, but when I saw your pretty ass bent over my car, I knew I had to tap it. You spent too much time bent over my car, you were advertising that little waist and big round ass. Not queer? No problem, my dick is so good it will make you queer, eventually. Will hurt like hell at first. My club isn't just big, it is a huge driver. No pain no gain. You'll want it every day after tonight. Will be great having you and your holes hanging with us, always available and eager to be used. You'll get rock hard every time you see a bulge in our pants. Just like you're rock-hard now with big Jim touching your naked skin. We're tired of drunk pussy that just lays there like a dead fish. You'll be backing up and fucking yourself soon."
Jim: "You got rock hard just seeing us with our shirts off. he says he had a girlfriend, but she hasn't been seen with a chick all semester."
Chappy "Bitch is always touching me too when he helps me with math. Bitch does our homework and shit just to get close to us. Bitch has had a hard-on for us all night. It probably jacks off fantasizing about our dicks."
Jim: "You know it. Fag jacks off all night after we gang bang a bitch. He wants to be the bitch. Your dream is about to come true"
Me: "Duane, please no! I'm your friend! Your buddy!"
Duane: "Yeah you are. I like you little buddy, so I'm going to be nice and lube up my driver real good before I bust open your cherry."
Me: "You'll wear a rubber too right? You won't cum in me. Please don't cum in me. Don't make me a pussy, Please!"
Duane: "Fuck no I'm not going to wear a rubber. Fag pussy is nature's birth control, can't get pregnant, never have to wear a rubber, never have to pull out. Going to keep fucking you when I cum and enjoy your tight wet velvet hole. Shut the bitch up. Gag her. Invite the guys to come use the slut. Invite the queer swimmers too, the tops anyway. Going to give Curtie what he needs, endless dicks and loads."
Chappy gagged me with someone's dirty sock and taped it in place. Jim held me down while Duane spread my legs and tied them to the bed frame. There was just enough slack for me to get up on all fours, and I did that when Jim twisted my arm painfully high.
Jim: "Curtie, get with the program. This is happening. You don't have to get hurt in the process, but I'll twist your arms out of their sockets if I have to and you'll still get gangbanged. You'll like it anyway. You want it. You asked for it by wearing tight little pants and shorts on your round fuckable ass."
As he said this he ran a hand over my cock that was still hard. Someone. turned the stereo up loud playing "Highway to Hell" then the pain. I can't adequately describe the pain. Like a dry socket root canal, 11" long in my guts. Like a jack wrenching and tearing my ass hole in two. All the air came out of my lungs. I screamed into the gag for all the good it did me. Duane did not stop or even slow down when his balls hit my taint. Hard relentless fucking of my ass. Jim had my neck in a headlock so I couldn't try to get away or back off the invader.
Duane: "Slut is tight as shit. Maybe Curtie really was a virgin. He will be a gapping gash when we are done with his hole. This ass might have been straight, but he will be a cum guzzling nympho for jock cock before the end of the semester."
Jim: "Hurry up. I want in that the pussy"
Duane: "Use the other hole. Fag won't scream anymore if it knows what is good for it. I'm enjoying this pussy too much to hurry.".
I tried to resist. My ass was already a pussy, I tied hard to not let my throat be a pussy too. Of course, it didn't work. Jim slapped my face hard, then held my nose till I had to open my mouth. One good thing, Jim was not hung, and I did not gag too much. Another good thing, he got his nut really fast. On the negative side, he shot a huge load of biter cum. I did not try to fight it, I swallowed. I did not want him to hit me again. The pain in my other hole was less but still bad. It went on and on for what seemed like forever. I wanted it to be over, for him to pull out, so I begged him to cum. He must have liked hearing me beg. He came. I could feel my guts and ass hole get really wet.
Duane: "My swimmers are inside you, little buddy. I'm doing you a huge favor, by painting your guts with my sperm. Getting you wet and slick for the others. You will love all the dicks that follow mine. Jim get the camera and take some pictures of Curtie's big day."
Duane pulled me up so my back touched his hairy chest and I was facing Jim and the Polaroid camera.
Jim: "Look, his dick is still big and hard, Rubber is still on it too, so its dick never went soft. I knew he wanted it. He just likes to pretend to be forced."
Duane and Jim had taken my cherries and fucked my manhood away. Even if I dropped out of college and left the dorm, I would know I was hard when my friends fucked me and breed me and made me a bitch. The pictures showed I was a bitch and always would be. After several more pictures were taken of me with Duan's big cock still in my ass, Chappy took his turn, and action shots were taken of me getting fucked with my big boner flopping. I would never be able to claim I didn't like and want it.
Chappy was hung long and thick. With all the cum inside me, his cock slid in easily. He moved around and rotated his hips while the fucked me. It did something awful to me. It made me feel good. Too good, I shot a huge load and filled and stretched the rubber I was wearing. More pictures were taken of my cummy condom while Chappy fucked me. My hole must have felt great and tight to him when I nutted. He unloaded his balls in me shortly after I came.
Jim took a turn on my ass after Chappy pulled out of me and Duane fucked my throat. I could hear other voices in the room and knew there was a line of jocks waiting to take a turn on tonight's slut. I lost count of the number of loads I swallowed and took up my ass. I didn't even know the names of some of the men who used me. It was close to 5 AM when the last man used my ass. I nutted three times that night and the condom was still on my hard dick and so full it was ready to bust. Can you force a bitch who gets off on it? Did I really want it? Did I ask for it? I was too exhausted to think about it, so I slept till noon. I woke up on the same cum stained bed I had been gang banged on. Jim's hard dick was pointing in my direction.
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