David

Peter was new on campus; he’d been forced to go to school outside of the big city because of scholarships he’d won as an athlete. He’d grown up in urban America, and this was his first experience living in a rural area. It was hard enough being a gay jock in the city; he wasn’t sure how it’d go over here, so he kept a low profile. Pre-season soccer practices were double sessions, taking up four to five hours of his day, but it kept his mind off of his problems, so he went through every session determined to make the starting squad. Peter was a natural, he had no problem making the first team and it seemed he had no problem attracting the girls. Great, Peter thought, how would I survive this? By mid-season, Peter’s teammates noticed he wasn’t dating any of the girls who threw themselves at him. Peter started to get nervous. "You a fag?" one teammate bluntly asked. Peter didn’t answer; he just laughed and hit the showers. Trying to think fast, Peter searched for a way out. Then he felt something close around his dick. He looked down to find his teammate, the one who asked if he were a fag, sucking his dick. Peter jumped back, and his teammate jumped to his feet. "Wait, you’re not?" he asked nervously. Peter stammered, staring his mate in the face. "Are you?" "Well, no, I guess, but I like guys to fuck me." Peter laughed, a nervous laugh, a laugh of relief and told his new friend that he was indeed "a fag." "You think it’s safe in here?" Peter asked. "It’s safe if you dig gang bangs," announced the junior, "and I’d say it’s time for your initiation." Peter looked puzzled as the elder teammate left the showers, but shrugged and continued to clean up. In the distance he heard low chatter and the sounds of doors locking. As the chatter slowly came near, Peter turned to see 7 of his teammates entering the shower area. "You may have open gays in the city," one boy chuckled, "but we closet types have a lot more fun." With that, Peter was told to get on his knees, and Peter did so. Apparently, it was custom for freshmen to pass the oral test before they could move on to the next stage. While Peter sucked each teammate hard, he felt the hands of other teammates rubbing his back, grabbing and spreading his ass, cupping his balls and stroking his dick. Still blowing his friends, Peter was mounted from behind. He felt the thick meat of someone’s cock push inside. Rod deep inside Peter’s asshole, he could feel his ass cheeks being massaged feverishly, pulling, stretching, spreading him wider. He felt another dick poking his outer rim, then forcefully ramming inside. Peter felt as if he’d split in two, and grimaced at first, still trying to suck off the few guys he had left to do. He’d never had two dicks up his ass before, so it took a few minutes to get used to, but then Peter relaxed and found it was painfully enjoyable. Especially when they started to fuck him. It seemed as if there were a hundred dicks to suck and like a hundred dicks fucking him, each taking their turn. Peter wanted to impress his buddies, so he took everything they threw at him in stride….besides, he liked it! He’d always fantasized about the guys in high school, but the ones who probably were gay, hadn’t even realized it yet, so Peter never approached any of them. But now his fantasy had come to life. Peter remained on all fours as the 7 others mounted and dismounted, mounted and dismounted. He never been fucked so much at one time and wasn’t nearly ready for it to stop. The other guys raised his ass up to almost hip level, pushing his upper body close to his thighs. They took turns fucking him in short spurts, until one guy took charge and fucked Peter non-stop until he came. Peter reveled in the warm juices teeming in his ass and squirmed with delight as they took turns coming in his ass. After a while, it started seeping out and down the backs of his legs, but his mates didn’t stop. They fucked him until the last guy spooed, and Peter took it like a sport. When the last guy mounted Peter, another slipped down and sucked him off, swallowing each drop of Peter’s load until the ramming finally ceased. When all was done, the men showered together, congratulated Peter and "officially" welcomed him to the "team." Peter looked forward to the next shower. David winced as the huge prisoner pushed his thick, black meat into his ass. If this was supposed to be punishment, David didn't *want* to be good. He'd been thrown in the county tank for drunk and disorderly conduct on the beach, and happened to annoy 'Big Otis' with his Dorothy Gale impression after 'Lights Out.' "You jess don' know when to quit, do ya, pretty boy? You just gotta keep on til I gotta shove my dick so far up yo ass it chokes you, to shut you up." Otis dug his enormous thumbs in the young man's cheeks, spreading them so wide, David half-expected him to step in for cocktails. Face down in his bunk, he adjusted his knees, bracing himself on the metal frame as Otis rammed him from behind. "You ain't talking much now, is ya, white boy?" Otis grunted, stuffing his cock deeper. His thrusts accelerated, driving the smaller man further up against the headbar. He looked down to watch his massive black cock disappear into the tiny, white beef-chute, then reappear once more, dragging out the thin, pink lining of the man's rectum. David gasped. His own erection had become painfully urgent. He heaved forward on his shoulder and grabbed his cock, hoping Otis was too absorbed in his own Janet Jackson fantasy to notice. He stroked it hard, rubbing it against his belly in rhythm with his own penetration, then wrapped his fingers around it and pumped it like a piston. Otis was sweating like a deathrow inmate. His huge nut-sack slapped David's up between his legs as he buried his pipe and rocketted his load into the man's anus. David felt the hot, liquid spasm and jettisoned his own product all over the makeshift bed, then shivered as Otis withdrew. "I think you shut up now, won'tcha bitch?" David slumped over his pillow, savoring the throb in his colon. "Yes, Daddy," he replied, ever the smart-ass. After a pounding like that, he'd sell his ruby slippers..

Originally posted on http://gaythrills.blogspot.com/2006/11/david.html