Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2024 16:23:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taub Hall Gang Bang Chapter 2

Taub Hall Gang Bang Chapter 2


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Story:


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.


Author's Note: Links to some of my other stories are below.  I love
chatting with my readers about the stories and/or the events that inspired
them.  I am always looking for story ideas and new real experiences too.
New experiences to fuel new nifty stories.  I am based in Memphis TN and
would love to hear from men who enjoy my writing and/or are interested in
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