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    As a young un, I had always dreamed of going to a gay club. Soon after I started sucking my neighbour's dick, he told me of these magical places where you go and they do all sorts of things to you. Blowjobs, anal, piss, bondage. Clubs in some cities where they nail your balls to a board...

    I picked and chose and day dreamed and wanked my way through his stories, becoming progressively more perverted and letting him and so many others do things to me as I did so. Although nailing my balls to anything was a definite no.

    By the time I was old enough to go to a club, it had been built up in my mind to be a magical place and the reality, such as it was, was a let down.

    Fast forward to an older me meeting up with another, newer, former neighbour. In the post coitus glow, conversing about anything until the viagra kicked in for a second perverted go, he asked if I wanted to go. I tried to beg off, but he told me I would enjoy it, and dragged me in to going the following week.

    Now at this stage I was a very consenting participant and enjoying it. The thought of being a faggot hadn't crossed my mind. I would sometimes dream of being in a blowbang, but that was about it.

    Now my city has a very and very famous gay club that even the straightest of people have heard of. This was, in my mind, where we were headed. So I was surprised to be out of the city, in a suburb, when the guy said we had arrived. It was an industrial centre, with an industrial centre look to the opening. The only thing that gave it away as something different was the cars and utes out the front.

    I was more than a little nervous as we headed inside, but it was like social clubs the world over. We fronted the bar and ordered drinks. My choice of a soft drink provoked comment and then a conversation and then an invitation. They were very good looking, one being obviously older than his friend. We went into a backroom where things were very different. Guys sat around the place while being serviced, orally and anally, by willing men. In fact, if you let them, you could have all the young and old cock you wanted.

    It turned me on.

    Now I thought we were coming for a foursome, so seeing what was going on, and seeing my old and new friends getting undressed, I got out of my clothes and knelt down, sucking the elder one, who happened to be in the middle, and wanking the other two. Then I was taking turns with the guys, all the while they were trying to warn me I had made a mistake. The cock probing my arse made me listen. The cock sliding past my sphinctre as a hand gripped my dick and worked it to a frenzy made sure I understood, but continued anyway.

    This was a free for all room, and to be naked and on your knees was an invitation for others to use you. My youth aside, up until now, I had never thought of who I was. I was a bi guy who sometimes indulged in males, and came as good as any man. Now was the awakening of a slut who let anyone with a dick probe his mouth or arse. My inexperience must have shown, but the keenness with which I began made up for it. The guy behind me kept whispering in my ear that many others were lining up, that my arse was going to be used and abused, that they weren't cumming on my back, or on my thighs or on my calves...they were turn my arse into a slop zone of cum. I understood and nodded enthusiastically, but he said when it came time for his seconds, he wasn't going to ask for it. I blew my load there and then, big jets of cum into the cushions of the lounge chair I was using to support myself.

    I may have cum, but nobody else had. I was gagging and humping my way through four cocks, but none had cum yet, though I sensed my arse fucker was close. He berated me about cumming in the couch and slipped his slippery hand down to my balls, twisting and forcing me to abandon my blowbang until I had my head buried in the cushions. The stench was quite powerful, a mixture of arse and piss, but mostly cum. Dried cum, wet cum, dribbles and jets. I breathed in great lungfuls of dozens, perhaps hundreds of men's seed. My balls were twisted more, and he threatened to keep twisting unless I tasted it. The roar of the crowd told me that quite a few were listening, and many were hoping I'ld prove to be a perverted slut, growling up the cum rag couch. I didn't know what was required, but I took the cloth in my mouth, and then reared up, noisily sucking.

    My companion let go of my balls and braced himself with my hips, driving and grinding his nut  deep in my arse. I spat out the cushion and looked around for my companions, who sat there with big cocks and big smiles. I gobbled them down as somebody else took my arse, living in the moment.

    Mentally, I was going all night. By the fourth dick in the arse, however, I was sore. I was used to, sort of, lots of cocks in my mouth. But as the fourth guy pulled out, flicking his cock so cum went up my back, and another guy moved to take his place, I was really struggling. I wanted his dick, but I couldn't take anymore.

    As a young kid being banged by groups of youths for my boyfriend or my step brother, l had never questioned when we were finishing. Now, all of these years later, I made an amazing discovery: when you agree to fuck a room full of guys, you'll be fucking them until they finish and feeling a bit sore wasn't a good excuse.

    As I squirmed in discomfort, the guy behind me slapped my arse and then speared it with his cock, brutally getting it in so it hurt more than it should have. "Fuck it or rape it, I am going to blow a load in you, cunt." And instead of taking it slow, he grabbed me, pulled me against his hairy chest, and drove himself hard into my body. My cock betrayed me even as I was sure my arse was tearing, standing up proud and demanding to be wanked. A voice from my right said, "Well we won't be raping the little bitch."

    I thought back to my youth, how degenerate I was willing to be, just to please another cock, to make it cum for me. How I used to wank over all the boys who would line up for their turn at my mouth or arse. When the guy came in my arse, grunting like an animal and spitting in his lust, I knew it had started again.

     

     
      Posted on : Jul 22, 2023
     

     
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    Commented on Jul 22, 2023
    Very hot! Bravo! :)
     




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