Twelve men! I just let twelve men use me like a whore. How could I have done it? Why didn’t I struggle more? I mean it’s not like I had a choice, they grabbed me and held me down. I was no match for all of them. But still, I should have fought back more. Towards the end I wasn’t fighting at all, I just let them have their way with me. The last couple of guys just rammed their cocks up my ass with almost no resistance. Could they be right, was I made for this? Was I a natural born fuck toy? Did I have a great “pussy” between my legs? 

My ass pussy feels all stretched out and empty. I can feel their jizz dripping out of me. How can I ever face them again, knowing that they have fucked me? I know what their cocks feel like inside of me. I know what their hairy, muscular bodies feel like rubbing against my back. I know way too much. Now that they know they can use me, I will be bent over and fucked all of the time. Men will be using my holes to get off. 

I am now a cum dump for my teammates.

I can’t believe that I am getting hard thinking about this. I can’t believe that I able to get hard again after cumming so many times while getting used. The guys kept commenting on how much I seemed to be enjoying a cock inside of me. How my boner gave away what I really wanted, despite my verbal protests. I can’t understand why my body would betray me like that. It was like it enjoyed being used, whether my mind wanted it or not. 

Oh fuck, my pussy is clenching at the thought of being penetrated again. My body wants more dick! What is happening to me?

Maybe if I ask nicely, my teammates will come back in and use me for a second round?

“C’mon….. you know you want to.”

“You’ll like it, I swear”

“No one ever needs to know about this.”

“Ginger cum tastes like strawberries.”

“Let’s swap some browjobs. You do me first, then I’ll do you….promise.”

“No homo.”

Lies told to get his baby batter blaster into some potential faggot’s mouth

Coach had noticed that the team was stressed out and violent.  His rule against having sex with women during the season was causing a serious build up of testosterone in their young, fit bodies. He was getting worried that someone was going to do something stupid and get hurt if he did not do something to release the built up sexual frustration. The Viagra and Extacy mix that coach added to the Gatorade seemed to be working.  The players got so horny during training, that they just had to stick their cocks into a warm hole, even if it meant cunting some the weaker players on the team. That afternoon, the starting lineup released a lot of stress into their second string teammates.

The Gatorade cocktail ended up only being necessary that first time. Once a man knows he can bust his nut into a tight hole, even if that hole belongs to a teammate, he will do it at every opportunity.  The second string players ended up spending the rest of the season with cum dripping down their thighs.