sausagewithgirth – Page 164

Mike, I invited you over to discuss my little brother. I understand that you have been picking on him, pushing him around and calling him a fag. That stops now. He is not a fag, he is a good kid. He does, however, have an older brother who is a fag. I am that brother and these are my friends. They are also fags. Unfortunately for you, fags come in all shapes and sizes. We happen to be the big, dominant, alpha male type of fags that like to ass rape homophobic bullies.

Mike had a hard lesson about being a bully literally pounded into him by the eight fags. He learned his lesson well.

Advertising his willingness to have his ass turned into a mancunt. He hopes the rip in the back of his trunks will entice his roommates to bend him over and fill him with jizz.

You see how much larger, thicker and overall superior my cock is to yours? That is only one of the many reasons that make me the alpha male and make you my future cum dump.

No worries, mate…… The cum dripping out is almost invisible against the white shorts. Anyone not involved in the gang bang will most likely just assume your ass crack sweats a lot.

Its not like we didn’t try to make it easy for the freshman. We roofied a beer to get him relaxed and open to suggestion,but he wouldn’t drink it, so we really had no choice. With twenty horny jocks waiting to use him as a cum dump, his mind and body needed to be ready. The beer enema got him ready real quick. The drugs entered his system thru the lining of his cunt, relaxing him, while the neck of the bottle opened him up to prep him for his first cock. By the end of the weekend the freshman had become a cum crazy cock whore.

The next weekend no roofies were required to prep him for the gangbang, his hole was open and pre-lubed with jizz inserted earlier in the day by the baseball team.

Fuck, this is the worst hangover ever, my whole body hurts. What did I do last night?

No one can explain it, but somehow the rear of my underwear keeps ripping during our workouts. Almost like someone was making a small hole that would expand as I stretched and flexed. I have asked my teammates to help me figure it out. Since the locker room is always secure and only me and my mates have access, it can’t be sabotage. They suggested that it might be due to the way I wear them, maybe my hairy ass cheeks are wearing out that portion of my briefs quicker. They offered to keep an eye on it for me. So for the past two weeks, my teammates have been stopping me on the street and in empty hallways to shove their hands down the back of my shorts to see if the holes are still happening and if anything feels unusual. Several times when checking the rips my teammates thick fingers have accidentally pushed too far and slipped into my straight ass, which is obviously awkward for both of us. We try to get past the moment quickly, but for some reason, it is always harder to extricate the finger, than it was for it to slip in, and usually requires some twisting to allow the finger to get free.

In an effort to get to the bottom of the problem, my teammates suggested that I lose my shorts and work out in only my ripped briefs, to better allow them to see how the rips might be occurring. These guys are great, and always willing to help out when they see a fellow jock in trouble. Many of them huddling, whispering and pointing at my ass in an effort to come up with a plan while I worked out. While I was doing my lunges, they seemed to have figured it out, based upon the excitement they were exhibiting. As we were showering and getting dressed after working out, they informed me that they had a solution to take care of my holes. They suggested that since it was Friday, they could come over to my apartment tonight and fill me in on the reason my underwear kept getting ripped. As I pulled on my “assless” ripped jockeys, my teammates assured me they had a plan, but wanted one last feel to make sure they could make it work. Knowing they only had my best interests at heart, I bent over to allow them to confirm their solution. They lined up and one by one rubbed their rough, calloused hands over my exposed ass. It took a while since each of them had a finger or two accidentally slip in my ass. Knowing how bad having a digit deep in the hole of their straight teammate must make them feel, made me appreciate how far these guys would go to help me out. I love the camaraderie I felt from being a part of this team and could not wait until they fixed my hole problem tonight.

Not sure how we ended up like this, but it seemed to be working for everyone.

As the ninth of his buddies stepped up behind him and lubed up his cock, Pete knew that he had been set up. He was coming out of his daze and realized that the beers his “friends” had given him had been drugged.

He knew his life had changed and that from this point forward he would always be the guy who took it up the ass. He hated them for doing this to him, for cunting him and making him their bitch. He hated them for dumping their warm, creamy loads of jizz inside of him. He hated them for standing around watching, and laughing, as another one of his “friends” lined his cock up against his now gaping hole preparing to penetrate his recently virgin ass.

He hated himself for pushing back and for letting out a small moan of pleasure as he slid his new cunt over his “friends” thick cock.

As the rookie entered the showers, he could not help but notice his new teammates were all fit, well hung dudes. He also noted that their cocks were chubbed up and semi hard. As he looked up into their faces, he saw all three of them staring at him and knew he had checked out their crotches for a couple of seconds too long. The next thing he heard were three bars of soap hitting the tile floor.

“Were going to need for you to bend over and pick those up for us…. rookie”