Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2024 11:53:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Clay Bottom Subject: Taub Hall Gang Bang Chapter 6 Taub Hall Gang Bang Chapter 6 Donate to Nifty Please donate to Nifty. This site gives writers and readers a free place to share our work and enjoy each other's imagination. Most of us get hours of great entertainment here, and we want it to stay around. Use this link https://donate.nifty.org/ Disclaimer: 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. Feedback: Please send me feedback about my story at clay.bottom@yahoo.com. I love hearing from all my readers, but I especially love to hear from readers in the greater Memphis area. Story: I woke up with a hangover, but it was not too bad. My ass was sore too, but it was not too bad either. Jim woke up with morning wood that needed my mouth, like always. Most of the golfers and other jocks rarely needed my holes. Jocks get the girls after all and they had their preferences. The order went like this: Penthouse quality chicks Cheerleader quality chicks Ugly chicks with big tits. Double bagger skanky chicks Fat chicks Little buddie's fag holes. When the jocks were wearing beer goggles the lines got blurry. When sober, I wasn't getting jock dick unless all female holes were unavailable. Fat chicks and I were both the same, fun to ride, but the Jocks didn't want to be seen on one. But Jim wasn't a jock though he tried to be, and my mouth was always conveniently available anytime he had a twitch in his crotch, so I was Jim's jack-off toy and cumdump. Jon was in our suite, so my holes were conveniently close for him too. Jon and Jim were two horny teenagers with porn mags and a two-hole cumdump literally only feet away from their beds. I wasn't surprised they used me. If the situation was reversed, I would have done the same and worn out a fag's holes. I was surprised they stopped using my holes long enough for me to go to class. Jim: "Jon is majorly hung over, take these pills to him and a huge glass of water." I went through our shared bathroom to take Jon some hang-over pills. Jim was a pharmacy major and his parents were specialists too. His dad was a physiatrist and his mother bio-chemist with a big pharma company, so who knows what was in the pills. Jon was pleased to see me and get the pills whatever they were. Jon: "Hangovers suck, but service in bed makes it so much better. Nothing takes my mind off my aching head better than a fag sucking on my throbbing cock." After he downed the water and pills, he pulled my arm to get me to kneel and pushed my head down to his crotch. I resisted, I didn't want to especially right then and right there. His stinking creepy roommate was still in bed and could see. Want to or not, I gave Jon head. He didn't face fuck me. He let me do it like I wanted. I wanted to make him cum fast to get out of that room and get ready for class. It's not like I had nothing to do at university except service cock. I had a hard major and was struggling. I'd sucked off Jon often enough to know what he likes, lots of tongue action on his dick head, and hard suction. Choking and gagging myself wasn't necessary to make him happy and cum fast. Jon: "Lesson 2, cocksucker." Fuck! I forgot. I was already hard when I pulled my dick out of my jock and started jacking it. Jon: "Jim is right, you cuck cock better when you are getting your jollies too." Jon and I were both getting close when we heard Keruger's bed start to squeak. The rhythm of the squeak left no doubt he was jacking off watching us. I immediately froze up. Jon: "Keep going, ignore it, nearly ready to cum. Just like that. You're the best cocksucker ever." Jon shot a big load like always, but that morning, his normally sweet cum tasted rank almost like Tequila. How many shots Tequila shots had he done last night? I'd already sucked off Jim, so the rules said I had to cum in my hand and eat it after sucking Jon. The squeaking from Keruger's bed reached a climax as I licked my cum off my fingers. I had just enough time to shower, brush my teeth, and get to class on time, but Jim had other plans. Jim: "Bend over the bed, need to get off again, my balls are still full and my dick is still hard." I should have told him to just jack off, but I bent over like a good little buddy. He was fast at least. Pounded and bred me in about 5 minutes. I was headed back to the shower to clean up, but Jim stopped me, he wiped my ass with my bed sheet and slid the butt plug up my ass. Jim: "You don't have time. You have Engineering Fundamentals with Dr. Whang this morning, and you're late." I almost ran across campus with my ass feeling greasy and full and still tasting Jon's cum. That sort of became my routine. The alarm would go off and I would lie on my back sideways on my bed. Jim and Jon would unload their balls in the hole of their choice. A quick pump and dump or two. Part of the morning routine like a shit, shave and shower. All three of us got off before class or practice, but one of us started the day with at least two extra loads inside him. All the sex I was getting was a great distraction from my other problems. I was having to work hard for the first time in my life to get good grades. My scholarship only covered tuition and books, but I had to keep my grades up to keep it. My home life went from troubled to a train wreck that year, alcohol, mental illness, divorce, and bankruptcy. If I fucked up, my parents could not bail me out. I needed a part-time job to cover dorm rent. I was still doing homework and take-home tests for the jocks too. Too much to think about, but I didn't have to think when I was sucking cock or getting fucked. On Wednesday at 3 AM, the golfers came back from parting and woke up the whole floor. I had a big test the next day and I snapped and went into the hall to ask them to quiet down. I was dressed in only my jock strap. Jockstraps were all I was allowed to wear in our room. The golfers often played in the hall after a night out drinking or if it was raining and they couldn't practice golf. Sometimes they played baseball in the hall--a real hardball with a regulation baseball bat. Dangerous, but Riely the RA ignored it. Another time they were practicing archery in the hall. Either Riely or one of the coaches put an end to that. A baseball to the skull was acceptable, but a practice arrow to the eye would have been a step too far. On that particular night, the golfers were pretending to be sumo wrestlers. No idea why. They were dressed in only tighty whitie underwear pulled up halfway to their waist and bunched up in their ass cracks. They were way too thin to look like sumo wrestlers, but they were drunk and thought it was hilarious. Freddie: "Little buddy has come out to play. I get to wrestle him first." Duane was one of the best golfers, but Freddie was the best. The next year he went pro. That night he was just a big drunk boy having fun. He grabbed me by my waist and easily picked me up and hugged me so hard I couldn't breathe. He let me down and try to get away a couple of times before he made his final move. He grabbed the pouch and straps of my jockstrap, wadding up the straps so they slipped into my ass crack. He picked me up off the floor again, suspended only by my jock strap. Freddie: "Now you look like a sumo, but you're my little and pretty like a geisha girl" I thought this was going to turn into a Japanese cosplay gang-bang, but it was worse. He began moving my jock strap back and forth. Flossing my ass crack and over my balls with the rough jockstrap fabric. It was like he was sawing me in half with a dull tree rope-saw. White hot pain on my tenderest flesh. Freddie is a great guy, and would never be cruel, but he didn't realize what he was doing." Me: "STOP! I GIVE! I GIVE! ANYTHING! PLEASE, ANYTHING! PLEAAAASE!" Freddie: " Anything? Me: "ANYTHING!" Anything was the magic word. Freddie never let go of my jock strap, but did stop the torture and walked me on tiptoe to his room. Freddie: "That's the anything I want" He pointed to a picture in a Hustler photo spread. I knew the picture. It was in one of my favorite photo spreads. I had jacked off to it many times. There was a handsome astronaut captured by two busty feathered alien women. In the picture that Freddie was pointing to, the aliens had stripped the handsome tan astronaut, and one was on her knees almost kissing his large but soft dick, and the other was behind him spreading his ass cheeks. Her tongue had parted her lips and almost touched his muscled white ass cheek. I didn't get it. I must have sucked Freddie at the gang bang, so what was he pointing at. He got frustrated and put his finger on the picture between the alien's tongue and the astronaut's ass. Freddie: "You're going to kiss my nasty ass just like she's about to do. Get on your knees behind me and kiss it. No one has ever done that for me, but you will. You'll do anything. Unless --- want more sumo wrestling?" He had to be kidding! "Kiss my ass" was the ultimate insult and back then, a lot of dudes didn't even eat pussy. No man was low enough to kiss another man's shit hole. Freddie reached for my jockstrap, and I scrambled to my knees like my life depended on it. I gently kissed both ass cheeks and spread his buns slightly to blow on his hole, but I just couldn't kiss it. I hoped blowing on it and kissing around it would turn him on enough and he would just face fuck me. Freddie: "Quit playing around and do it. Do it for real and not like the bitches in the porn mag. You suck dirty cocks clean, so kiss my dirty ass. Your lips on my dirty ass hole NOW!" That day Freddie had played at least 18 holes of golf, had a night out partying, and he might have attended a class or two. So Freddie was not downy fresh. The smell from his ass was intense like a man's ass should smell after 18 hours. It wasn't pleasant, but it was attractive. It reminded me of cheap musk cologne, spice, and sweat. Not pleasant, but not as gross as it should have been. I didn't like it but wanted to keep smelling it. I should have refused no matter what Freddie said or did, but I put my moist lips onto his damp ass hole. He went wild. I could feel him jacking his cock while I kissed his ass. Freddie: "Fuck! You're really doing it. I never thought you would. I never thought you were so sick. Dirty whores let me do anything I want, but none of them are as nasty as you, none of them lick butt. Get in bed. Get on your back, I'm going to sit my ass right on your mouth. Fuck, your little dick is hard. You like the taste of my ass." Freddie squatted over my face like a man taking a dump in the woods. I saw his white muscular buns and his curly blond hairs surrounding his brown ass slit dropping down over my face. Freddie: "Lick my ass faggot. Make some noise. Let me hear you smouch my butt." My whole face was between his muscular hairy buns. I didn't hesitate or fight it. I gave his ass hole loud kisses and moaned into his hole. Freddie: "Lesson 2, cocksucker." Freddie jacked my hard cock a few strokes then moved my hand to my dick, I started jacking my diamond-hard dick as I licked his ass crack from top to bottom. Freddie: "You're not my little buddy, you're my PAL, Personal Ass Licker. French it. Pretend you're making out with your imaginary girlfriend. Stick your tongue up my ass hole. I've been gophering a turd, try to touch it with your tongue" I just couldn't do it. I was sure he was just kidding and humiliating me with the gophering thing, but still, I couldn't bring myself to lick inside a man's shit shute. Freddie wasn't taking no for an answer. He put all of his weight on my face and clinched his cheeks to cut off my air supply. Freddie: "Want to breathe? DO IT!" I was panicking, but could not push him off my face, I think he enjoyed the way my face rubbed his hole as I fought to get him off me enough to suck in air. I begged him when he lifted his weight a little. Me: "PLEASE, NO, I can't. Please let me up, don't!" He shut me up and smothered me again with his ass. Freddie: "I gave you a chance and all you did was suck in air and whine. Do you want air FAGGOT? I got to feel it. No tongue no air" I had no choice and I did it. His hole was pressed tight against my lips, so when I pushed my tongue forward, it slipped inside his muscle ring. My tongue came out of his ass long enough to breathe when he eased up, but I went right back in. I had French kissed a real man's ass and there was no going back. My dick never went soft, so I must have liked the taste. Freddie: "Again! In and out. See what that does to my big cock? Nast Faggot, you're getting off on licking me clean inside and out. Deeper. Jack our little cock. Want to see you cum while you kiss my ass. That's it move your tongue in circles, wallow out my muscle ring. Suck, FUCKING suck my ass hole, filthy bitch." Freddie pushed out and his hole swallowed more of my tongue and coated it with more of his juice and pungent tang. I had my tongue in him as deep as possible when I shot a big load over my chest and even onto Freddie's junk. Freddie was using some of my cum as lube when he jacked himself to climax. H twisted his body quickie when he was ready to put cock head in my mouth to unload. The taste of his cum mixed with the taste of his ass hole. Freddie was done for the night, but not me. A few of the golfers were still in the hall when I came out. They heard more than enough. They chanted "CURTIE IS DIRTY" as I made the walk of shame to my room. Most men would not let anyone touch their ass under any circumstances, but they were very drunk and curious. I sucked dick and ate ass till 5 AM. Someone tried to fuck my ass, but I screamed so loud they backed off. What Freddie had done to me with my jockstrap had rubbed me painfully raw. I got maybe an hour of sleep before my midterm. I was exhausted, my ass crack and taint burned like hell, and I imagined everyone could smell butt hole and cum on my face and breathe even after a shower, toothpaste, and mouthwash. Somehow I got a C+. Lots of people were glad just to get a C, but it was not good enough for me. I'd need an A on the final to keep my scholarship. The burning of my butt crack and taint wasn't getting better, so I went to see Doctor Ouellette after the exam. Doctor Ouellette: "You continue to surprise me. I have never seen a friction burn on a patient's anus. You may be a medical first. My professional advice is to never engage in whatever deviant sexual activity that produced this injury. You were right to seek my help. A wound like this in this location could easily become infected and lead to sepsis. Immediately cease all receptive anal sex and avoid defecation until the anus is healed. The opiate pain reducers I am prescribing will produce constipation, but you will also avoid all solid food until you are healed and released by me. Your dietary needs will be supplied with milk, juice, and of course, semen in your case. Me: "Doc, I'm allergic to milk" Doctor Ouellette: "Then you will need to swallow a great deal of semen. I'll speak with Riely about arranging volunteer feeders for you. The golfers should volunteer since they got you into this situation. Now strip completely and get on the table with your legs in the stirrups. I will apply an antimicrobial ointment to the wound. 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. 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