Gangbang Party by Ian MacGregor imacgregor@yahoo.com
Late one Friday night, early in the summer of '98, I was walking home alone from my girlfriend's house. She lived only a few blocks from me, and I'd done this several times before with no trouble. This particular night, I saw several guys hanging about at the local crappy convenience mart on the way between my place and hers. It was closed for the night, so I knew there wasn't any good reason for them to be there except making trouble.
They were a mixed group of 8 guys- about 3 were black, 3 hispanic, and 2 white. They were all young; I'd guess the oldest at 24. They might have been in a gang, but there wasn't much of that where I come from, and they didn't look like they had any weapons or meant any harm. Just a bunch of guys hanging out on a hot night with nothing else to do, right? Wrong. They had something to do alright, when the saw me all alone and wearing nothing but cut-offs and a t-shirt. I wasn't too scared until they started staring at me, then they began to walk towards me and I knew I was in trouble.
I was only a few blocks away from home, so I didn't panic. I just started to walk faster, and faster, but they kept pace with me the whole way. Finally, I made it to my front door, but they were still following me and they were only about a hundred feet behind me. They were talking amongst themselves, but it was too low for me to hear. They didn't make any comments directly towards me, so I had no way of knowing what they wanted. I fumbled my keys out of my pocket and made it inside completely scared out of my wits and out of breath. I immediately turned and locked the door, though, and then looked through the peephole to see if they'd come up to the door. Luckily, they had just kept walking. I just collapsed right there at the door and caught my breath. "What an idiot I am" I thought. That I'd been scared by those guys made me angry, and made me feel like a sissy, which most people would not call me. At 6'0", 188 lbs, a solidly built body and hardly an ounce of fat on me, I was what most people would've called a stud. And my talents didn't just lie in my physical appearance, either. I hold belts in karate and judo, and I've taken a few kickboxing classes on top of that. So I know how to take care of myself. But if I'd tried to take on 8 guys, I would've gotten my butt kicked but good. Forget what you've seen in the movies, because it's down and dirty when it's real life, and they don't do the "honorable" thing and come at you one at a time. They would've probably tackled me and held me down while each took their turn pummeling my face. No thank you, ma'am.
Anyway, I had caught my breath, but I was still angry and, quite honestly, a little horny from the adrenaline rush of it all. So I decided to head upstairs and clean up, then maybe have a jack-off session later. I live alone in a 2 bedroom townhouse, and I live on the end with only one neighbor who's about 150 years old and deaf as a post. So when I headed upstairs and got in the shower, there was nobody around to hear the glass of my front door break and nobody to see 8 guys come walking right in. I didn't hear it, and I certainly was surprised as hell to feel myself being pulled out of the shower by several pairs of strong hands. It all happened so fast that I was at a loss to explain it. All I know is that I woke up with my hands tied behind my back and connected by a short length of rope to my ankles, which were similarly tied. I was laying on my side, and as I looked up, I saw 8 pairs of very hungry looking eyes staring at my naked, wet body.
I tried to pull on my bonds, but to no avail. Whoever had tied me knew what he was doing. They all just smiled and laughed when they saw me squirming, and then their apparent leader spoke up. He was a hispanic guy, probably the oldest, but certainly the best looking. He had long,straight, jet-black hair framing a strong jaw and handsome face. His full lips opened and he said to me in a pronounced Spanish accent, "You know what we want, esse? You scared? You should be, 'cus we gonna fuck you real good, holmes. And you're gonna take it like a man, or we'll have to gag you and take all your shit. Got it?" I didn't know what to do; I was frightened, mad, and horny all at the same time. I wanted to get free and try my best at kicking the shit out of as many of them as I could, but I just could not get loose of the bonds. He asked me again, "What's it gonna be? You can't get loose, so you'd better make up your mind real fast." I just looked at him and the 7 others staring at me. They looked like they'd be happy fucking me with or without my consent, and if I didn't cooperate, they'd do it anyway and probably take all my stuff and kick the shit out of me for fun. So I did the only thing I could have and submitted to them. Besides, as much as I hated to admit it to myself, this had always been a fantasy of mine. I would've preferred to be the one calling the shots, but it was about to happen and I may as well enjoy it. At least I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing my squirm in shame.
They all began to undress, some just pulled their cocks out and began to beat off while others really got into it and stripped completely. They were all in pretty good shape, and their cocks ranged in size from about 7" at the smallest to 10" at the largest. I hoped that the smaller guys would be first and loosen me up for the bigger ones. The leader was the first to approach me, almost as if the others wouldn't presume to touch me until he had. He had completely stripped, and I had a good look at his hard, toned, dark body. His cock was a good 9" uncut, and he was stroking it with long, slow strokes as he walked over to me. He knelt down and said softly, "Now you're gonna take this dick and put it in your slut mouth, and you're gonna suck it nice and slow, right?" I nodded eagerly in anticipation while he pulled on his hefty cock, then opened my mouth as wide as I could. As soon as he was sure I was going to cooperate, he slid his rigid tool into my moist lips and began to piston slowly in and out of my mouth. I was full to overflowing, but I tried to lavish as much attention on his magnificent cock as I could, knowing that he was the one I really had to make happy. If he was content, the others were no threat to me. After I'd sucked him for a few moments, I felt a pair of strong hands part my ass cheeks and another hand lubed up my ass with something. I assumed it was some kind of sexual lube, but I couldn't turn around to see, so I just went with it. Soon, a finger was inserted in my tight ass, then joined quickly by another, and then another. It wasn't long before they had my ass nicely stretched out with their fingers, and they were replaced quickly by a large cock. I think it was one of the smaller ones, but it felt huge at first. It started to feel incredible after a few minutes, though.
Meanwhile, the leader was moaning and fucking my face with total abandon. He called out to the others, saying things like, "Oh, yeah, this mouth is muy bien!" or "Man, you can suck cock, you little slut"
He went on like that forever, until he decided he wanted a piece of my ass. He told one of the other guys, a black guy named Titus, to stick his "big black motherfucker" in my mouth, and Titus was all too quick to obey. It went on like that for hours, one cock being stuck in my mouth or one in my ass, and being replaced by a fresh one as soon as it came out. I swear, each of them must have fucked me at least 3 times that night. I think they came and then went to clean themselves off, eat some of my food and drink my beer before coming back to stick their dicks in me again.
I lost some food, some beer, and a lot of inhibitions that night, but that was all. Once they'd finished, the leader ordered me untied. I was too exhausted now to make any fight for them, and he knew it. He told me to forget that it ever happened, and if I told anyone that they'd be back and do a lot worse to me the next time. But before he walked out the bedroom door he turned to me and said, "I think you liked it, though. I think you wouldn't mind if we did that to you again, would you cocksucker? You're a little slut, and you like all those big dicks cumming on your slut body. Tell me I'm not right. Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, maybe we will be back and maybe we won't, but you sure as hell will not forget this, will you?" I could only mumble something incoherent in reply, but I don't think he actually wanted an answer. He'd already made up his own mind that I'd enjoyed it, and I guess he was right. I haven't yet had that happen to me again, but I still fantasize about it, and always get a raging hardon when I do.