Taub Hall Gang Bang Chapter 2
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This is adult-oriented original fiction depicting explicit and graphic sexual situations between adults. 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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Last night I had my first gay experience. Not romantic and not teenage experimentation. Tackled, gagged, fucked, gangbanged. Talk about jumping off in the deep end, not that I chose to dive in. My new buddies chose for me. Maybe they knew what I needed more than I did. I never failed to rise to the occasion and perform with my girlfriend in high school. Cumming too soon was my problem with her. But last night I nutted three times, a new record for me. The first time I came, I was not even touching my dick, so that says something. I was sore, ass and jaws, ashamed, and very confused. I woke up on the same cum stained bed I had been gangbanged on. My roommate Jim's hard dick was pointing in my direction.
Jim: "Good you're awake. I thought I might have to take care of this myself, but your mouth will feel so much better than my hand. I know your throat is probably sore as hell, but I'll go easy on you and cum in your mouth quick. What are you waiting for? Get over here and get on your knees. Do you want to role-play "forced sex" every time? Get over it and get on your knees NOW!"
His words kind of stung. Did I want it? I had a hard-on. Am I like a masochist who needs to be abused and forced to enjoy gay sex? I was never a homophobe like almost everyone else in the 1980s. Too much to think about now. I did what he said and kneeled in front of his cock while he sat near his desk.
Jim: "I figured you were queer the first day I met you. I really didn't know your ass and throat were virgin before we started fucking you. If I had, maybe we wouldn't have done you, or at least gone easier on you and eased you into your proper place. Once your nake round pretty ass was under me, there was no turning back, and no way to slow down or go easy on you. I'll help you now though. I train you to be my perfect cock sucker."
Jim was a big man, a bear. Tall with a big build and a little overweight too. His dick was slightly bigger than mine, but after last night, I knew I was smaller than average. Smaller than the average Jock's dick anyway. Jim's hairy nuts were big like his body, large plum-sized. I didn't waste time when I was on my knees, I took him balls deep. I could smell and taste cum and my ass hole on his dick, no shower, he was washing his cock clean with my mouth. Nasty I know, but it turned me on too. Jim ran his palm over my face as sucked and bobbed.
Jim: "Feel how rough my hand is. Your lips are soft. Your warm wet mouth is even softer. For the rest of the semester, I won't be jacking off with my big rough hands or a plastic pocket pussy. I'm fucking lucky, I got a warm sucking hole to dump my loads in. I know you're inexperienced, but I'll train you to be my perfect cock sucker. Lesson One, watch your teeth, open wider like an "O" so only your lips and tongue touch my cock. Good. Lesson two, now use your left hand to gently massage my balls. You have two hands, use them. Stoke your cock while you service me. You will suck cock better if you're excited and enjoying yourself. You can cum when I cum in your mouth. Catch your jizz in your hand when you cum, so you can eat your cum too. Lesson three, Keep sucking when I start cumming. Don't stop sucking till my balls are empty and I tell you to stop."
Jim started using two hands too. He was flipping through pages of a Hustler magazine on his desk with one hand and had a handful of my hair with his other hand. He forced my head up and down in about the same rhythm I use when I jack off. He told the truth when he said he would cum fast. He was cumming in my mouth about two minutes after he started jacking off with my lips.
Jim: "Remember, keep sucking when I'm cumming. SWALLOW COCK SUCKER! SUCK!"
Those were the last words I could make out, the rest were grunts and groans. When his piss slit opened and fired, the cum hit the back of my throat and splattered all over my mouth. Thick, sticky, and hard to swallow. He just kept cumming, his load was a least five times bigger than my best. I had to swallow, there was just too much for my mouth. I got my nut too while Jim was unloading and flooding my mouth. Fuck I don't know why but I got off on hearing him get off and the way his cock went steel-hard when he was cumming. I sucked and face fucked myself when Jim let go of my hair. Just a few short hours ago, Jim completely drained his nuts during the gangbang, but I guess his big balls were full again. I guess I need it too, My hand was covered in my cum.
Jim: "Enough. You got it all. Eat your jizz now. Let me see you lick all the cum off your hand. Suck your fingers clean now."
I did it too. I followed his commands like it was the normal thing to do. What the hell? I never let anyone tell me what to do, but I licked cum off my hand. My cum did not taste bad exactly, but I was thinking that Jim's was better. Not better tasting, his was bitter and astringent, but somehow it was better. While I was licking cum, my mind hadn't calmed down yet, but post-orgasm sanity did hit me pretty fast after I finished. Regret, guilt, and dirty. I felt so dirty. I could not even look Jim in the eyes as he talked.
Jim: "Not bad. Not bad, We'll work on your tongue skills next time. I need to cum several times a day. Having you hanging around the room all the time was annoying before last night. I thought I might have to jack off with you in the room a few times, but now having you hanging around will be great. A bitch with tits will always be my first choice, but when no chick is available, you'll get my loads. I don't have a girlfriend right now, but even when I do, they never put out as much as I need to cum, and no pussy at all when they're on the rag. Most chicks don't like my dick up their ass like you queers do either. Leave the room door unlocked and put one of your fancy ties on the door knob to let the guys know you're available if they need to drain their nuts. When you are in the room, you'll be buck naked like you are now, or you can wear a jock strap, so I have easy access to your pussy. I'm not going to fuck your pussy today. It must be loose and sore as hell. I'll wait till you heal and tighten up before I fuck your bottom hole again. By the time the year is over, your cunt muscles will be as strong as steel and tight as a spring. You'll get gang-banged and pounded all night and still be a tight good fuck in the morning. But not today, I'll just use your big puffy lips and pretty mouth today."
As soon as Jim left the room, I got into the shower. I let the hot water rinse the sweat and dried cum off my body. I opened my mouth under the shower head too. Even after rinsing, I could taste Jim's cum. It must have been glued into every crease and crevice in my mouth. I saved the most painful task till the last. I soaped up my fingers and worked them gently in and out of my ass. I didn't see any red on my fingers or in the water, good no blood. Pushing my ass and finger fucking myself removed a small amount of cum and lube, but not nearly as much as was seeded inside me last night. Most of it must have leaked out of me and onto my bed or been absorbed by my body. Scary thought. I wished I had a way to flush my guts deep. So much cum was shot balls deep inside me where I couldn't reach with my fingers. I didn't even know how many guys had fucked me. I knew some got off in both my holes, I could taste and smell it on their dicks
Our room shared a bathroom with the room beside ours. Kruger and Jon had that room. Kruger was knocking and telling me to hurry up he needed to shit, so I had to get out of the soothing water. First thing I notice when I came into our room was the smell, sweat, cum, and ass. I had to clean up my bed. I was relieved nothing soaked through to my mattress, but the blanket, sheets, and mattress liner were all stained and still wet with lube and jizz. I didn't meet anyone on the way to the laundry with my stinking bedclothes. I wondered how often I'd be making this walk of shame with my bedclothes this semester.
With the bed clean, I headed out to the library. I needed to study and to be anywhere but in my room. The golfers would be back from practice about 3 or 4 and I was not going to sit in my room with the door unlocked wearing only a jockstrap waiting for one of the track guys or golfer to use me for a cumdump. I'd stay a the library till it closed, then go to the UC bar till it closed at 2 AM. I'd avoid the guys all day Sunday and transfer to a different dorm on Monday. What happened last night was an experiment, an unplanned experiment. Sure I learned some things about myself, and some intimate things about the jocks that I did not want to know, but it was over. I had a career plan and being an on-call pair of fuckhole for every man on Taub Hall's first floor was not part of the plan.
I went to the library 6th floor. I like that floor because it is almost always nearly deserted and quiet. Old and unpopular literature is stored in the area where I study. I'm not sure why the university acquired those books or why they keep them. I think the book covers, bindings, and end-sheets are cool on the Art Nouveau and Art Deco books, but I'm kind of weird that way. I finished everything I needed to cover by 5:00 and was thinking about where to get dinner. I didn't feel safe going to the Quad cafeteria near my room. I probably wouldn't see any of the guys if I went to the Towers cafeteria. It didn't matter where I went for dinner. Jim, Duane, Max, and Chappy were surrounding my table before I decided where to go
Duane: "Surprised to see us?"
Me: "What are you guys doing here? How did you find me?"
Jim: "You told me this was the best place on campus to study last week. You forget?"
Duane: "Figures you would want to hang out on this floor, with a desk facing the Men's room. Are you still claiming you aren't queer?"
Me: "What are you talking about? It's the library. A quiet floor where almost no one goes. Great place to study."
Duane: "You really don't know? Really?! Jim, I thought you said he is smart."
Jim: "Math and science, he is a genius, but naive. Kind of a faggot savant"
Everyone laughed but I didn't think the joke made sense.
Max: "He was probably drawn to this floor by instinct or maybe smell."
Max made an exaggerated sniffing sound and everyone except me laughed hard.
Duane: "Your lucky day, You'll learn something you'll use for the rest of your cocksucking life. So fucking cool I'll be your first just like I took your cherry and made it a pussy. Go to the last stall, look around, and figure it out, then do what comes naturally. I give you a minute to figure it out."
I didn't like being talked down to like an idiot, especially by dumb jocks who needed me to do their homework. I went along with what they said to avoid making a scene in a public library, but I didn't think there was anything to see in the Men's room. I'd used it lots of times. I was wrong. The evidence was staring me in the face in the last stall, a glory hole. I might be naive, but I knew what a glory hole was and what it was for. What are the odds I picked a study spot close to a glory hole? Coincidence had to be, I didn't get drawn to this place by queer instinct. That's ridiculous. But as I think back, maybe this restroom was kind of busy for a nearly deserted floor. I was so conflicted, but when heard the stall door next to me open, I dropped to my knees.
I didn't see Duane's face, just his crotch and bulge as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. I opened my pants and fished my hard cock out too. I instinctively followed my lessons. Lesson one, I opened wide and made my lips an "O" so Duane didn't feel my teeth. Lesson 2, I stroked my cock and massage a man's balls while I serviced him. His cock is much thicker than Jim's so my jaws were stretched and hurt. I took him deep enough to gag and backed off. He couldn't grab my head, the glory hole was too small, so I face fucked myself so his cock head popped in and out of my throat but didn't choke me or make me throw up. He had played 18 holes of golf in Houston heat, his junk had the strong scent of a man and of sweat. I could taste the salt on his skin and the precum he was pumping out. It was a public restroom and Duane made it a quick pump, cum, and go. Like Jim had earlier, he shot a huge load. I wondered, do all jocks cum so much? Seemed like a quarter cup of cum and as thick as clotted cream. I sucked and milked him till he pulled his cock back through the hole.
Jim was next. It was the second time today I sucked him off and I recognized his dick right away. A quick cum and go with another huge load. I couldn't tell who was third fourth or fifth, but I sucked them all and made them cum fast. All the dicks except Jim's were thick and long, but the head shapes were all unique. One guy had a cool-looking giant mushroom head. The scents were unique too, all musky and strong but different. One guy's balls had a spice aroma. Their cum loads were different. All the loads were big, but some were thicker than others. The tastes were distinctive, one was even kind of sweet. I'd remember each of these cocks and cum, and I'd know them the next time I sucked them.
Lesson 3, I sucked every dick till the last drop and they pulled their dicks out of the hole. I stroked and edged myself while I serviced them like Jim taught me. With cum still coating my mouth, I finished myself off when the last man left the restroom. I ate my load even though neither Jim nor any of the other guys were there to make me do it. What the fuck was wrong with me? The guys were all still at my table after I washed my face and came out of the restroom. They were grinning like kids with a secret or a new joke.
Duane: "For a straight guy who didn't know he was cruising a glory hole, you figured it out fast. You were into it, obviously. We know where you will be hanging out when you are not in your room. Your favorite "study" place."
Max: "Fag sucked and swallowed every drop, couldn't get enough of Max's milkshake. Is my cum is good to the last drop?"
Chappy: "Cock sucker loved mine to the last drop, sucked me like a leach. I had to jerk my meat out of his cock sucking lips."
Me: "Come on guys. Take it easy on me. I did the best I could to make you feel good. I helped you out and got you off. You don't have to rub it in and call me names. Please, guys, don't be mean to me and treat me like a cum slut. I just did what you wanted. You didn't give me much choice last night and ordered me to the glory hole today.
Duane: "Little buddy, we're just teasing you. We all rag on each other too. We tease you because we like you. We're not being mean, just kidding you. But as for treating you like a cum slut, I have a math problem I need your help with. You're good with math, right?
Me: "Top of my class."
Duane: "Curtie, this will be easy for you. Word problem. How many men other than yourself are sitting at this table?"
Me: "Four."
Duane: "Curtie, how many dicks did you suck-off through the glory hole just now?"
The color drained out of my face as the very simple answer hit me.
Chappy: "Answer smart guy. Answer."
Me: "Five."
Duane: "What is 5-4? I'm not a math genius like you, but I think that means you sucked off some stranger cruising a known glory hole. Some random guy that none of us knows or will ever see again. We don't even know his name. You don't even know what he looks like, but you know what his cum tastes like and what his cock feels like in your mouth. In fact, his little swimmers are inside you right now trying to impregnate you. Your mouth and throat are absorbing his proteins, DNA, and hormones. You swallowed his cum and you're digesting him. He'll be with you forever, shame you don't know his name. I think that makes you a cum slut."
He was right. Nice simple equation, simple answer, I was a cum whore. The guys didn't see me jack off and cum with the stranger's cum in my mouth, but I knew I did it. I started to tear up, I was close to breaking down and crying in public, but Duane put his hand under my chin and made me look up at his smiling friendly face.
Duane: "Come little buddy, come to dinner with us. Will be fun. We already filled your tummy with protein-packed stud extract, but you need to eat more than just that !"
He ruffled my long hair like I was his kid brother. What he had said would be hurtful coming from anyone else, but hearing it from him made me feel better, so I went with them to the cafeteria.
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