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.
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