Gangbang Party

Chapter 2: The Party Begins

Jermaine and I had been friends in college -- we had been in the same dorm as freshmen and had a few classes together throughout the years. Not to mention parties. I didn't realise this until it was too late but I secretly had feelings for him. He was handsome, beautiful even. He was a jock -- with the body of an athlete. Much like his father, he was a top college football player. I'd seen him naked a few times -- his chestnut skin always seemed to glow and he had a body close to perfection.

Seeing him naked for the first time was all the confirmation I needed that dicks were what I desired. He was hung -- in a way that was nicely proportioned with his 6'2 body. I often fantasized about a world where he and I could make love. When he had asked me to move in with him in downtown after college, I didn't hesitate to say yes. Even though the apartment was more expensive than I could justify with my graduate salary.

Our first year was pretty good, our second year however has been more fraught as he was now having to foot most of the bills and rent. I was desperately trying to get back into work but finding good paying jobs in the city was tough. This situation had become a source of great strain on our friendship. I certainly felt terrible about it.

Earlier that week, we'd had a fight. Jermaine was angry that I wasn't able to pay rent or bills. I explained that my low paying bar work was just about covering some of that and I was still applying for corporate jobs. He wasn't particularly happy with that answer -- he wanted more and he wanted it now. I didn't want to throw it back in his face that he was rich because of his Daddy so he didn't have to worry like I did. After all, if it wasn't for that fact, we wouldn't be living in such a great apartment in downtown Chicago. I was afraid that sooner or later he would lose patience and kick me out, at which point I would have no choice but to move back home.

It was a Friday night and he was usually out partying. Which was why I had decided to hook up with Eddie. But Jermaine had returned early with Tyrone, one of his friends from work.

We had a pretty big lounge, which he often used to host some pretty good parties. Tyrone was on the balcony outside, smoking a blunt. He one of Jermaine's friends from college - although I did not know him well. Like Jermaine, he was a frat boy. One of the small, secretive, all black frat houses. Back in college, I had thought applying to it but had changed my mind the day before pledge day.

A couple of other guys I did not know arrived around 9 -- Adrian, Leon and Toby. Music and sports highlights reels were put on the entertainment system. A cliché no doubt but I reckon most of the guys here were ex-frat boys. Although I myself loved a good party too, to be honest. The doorbell rang.

"Yo Rio, get that will 'ya?"

I opened the door. It was Manny, Jermaine's long-time friend. Along with him was Cole, his petite and soft-spoken friend, who I had met a couple of times whenever Manny was around, but did not know well. I always found him to be strange company for the bullish, boisterous and arrogant Manny to have. Between Manny, Tyrone, and Jermaine, who were all alpha-male, athletic jock types, Cole was the odd one out. But I suppose one could say the same about me.

One thing I did notice about Cole was that he was cute, in a pretty boy way. He was similar to my looks, with a Hispanic or Caribbean hint. And he liked to dress like he was still in college, often wearing vests and a baseball cap, even though I was informed he never went to college.

While I found Cole the odd one out, Manny and Tyrone were guys I generally did not really like very much. Especially Manny, who I thought was an asshole, always seemingly pleased with himself, walking around with a cocky grin. He was one of Jermaine's older brother's friends and originally from Nigeria but had lived in the US for most of his life.

"So how's the job hunt going, Rio?" Manny asked me, after he'd joined the party with a drink in his hand. We were all hanging around in the lounge, drinking beer. A couple of the guys were on the balcony smoking. There was also punch, which Cole had brought. He asked if I wanted to try some and I said sure. It was quite strong.

"Yeah it's going alright, thanks. I'm hoping to hear back on a few companies pretty soon," I told him, trying to sound more confident than I was. Curious as to how he was so familiar with my current situation. At this point I was feeling a little tipsy.

"You know... if you haven't got a job in a couple of months, let me know. We're always looking for a secretary," he laughed.

"Um... thanks. That would be awesome," I replied, biting into the sarcasm.

Cole, who was standing next to Manny, snaked an arm over his shoulder. "I thought I was your secretary, papi?"

Manny gave Cole a stern look and a playful slap on the ass. The guys laughed.

"So what you doing all day, if you ain't working?" Tyrone asked me rather directly. He had a quiet, off-putting intensity that I found to be also quite mesmerising.

"Just applying for jobs man. You know how it is," I said.

"More like jerking off all day. Sounds fucking great!" Manny laughed uproariously again, joined by everyone around who heard the joke laughed too. I sipped from my drink in resentful silence, even though he wasn't far from the truth. After that, the guys started having a conversation without me and I was just sort of starting around and being ignored. I was also starting to feel a little lightheaded because of the weed.

"Go get us some shots, will you?" Jermaine approached me.

I frowned at him. "Why me?"

"You ain't paying rent. The least you could do is be a good host to my friends... Get a tray. Eight shots... for now."

"We expecting more company later?"

"Maybe. Quit being such a bitch." I'd not seen him this aggressive before. Strangely, it turned me on.

Minutes later I returned with a tray full of tequila shots. We all took a shot.

About an hour later, things were getting pretty loose. There was plenty of loud talking, shouting and laughing. Hip hop music was blaring. Good thing it was Friday or otherwise the neighbours would be complaining soon.

Cole was acting a little weird and getting a lot of attention. He was dancing and grinding to the music. He kept showing off his lower back tattoo, which for some reason everyone found interesting. Tyrone even ground against him, seemingly into the music and the moment. Fuck, if that's all it took I'd get a lower back tramp stamp.

I'm pretty sure most of us were all drunk or high or both at this point. I was feeling a little sleepy and said I was going to lie down for a bit. Cole gave me a knowing wink as he ground up against Tyrone.

Alone in my room, I fell on my bed and dozed off for a minute, descending into a lucid dream.

***

Yeah, fuck my ass Jermaine. Fuck my fucking boi-pussy for all it's worth... I was having another lucid dream.

At some point in the night, I woke up to a strange feeling. I suddenly realized that I was naked below the waist and someone was licking my butthole. Quickly, I reached for the night lamp and turned it on. It was Manny, with his face up between against my buttocks, his hands spreading my cheeks.

"What the fuck?"

"Hush. Be quiet now. Unless you want the others interrupting us?" Manny whispered, flashing me that grin of his, now more devilish than ever. He proceeded to force open my cheeks with his face, eating my ass with gusto, like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. I could feel his light stubble on my skin and his tongue felt amazing and very cool on my moistening hole. It was a sensation so strong I knew I was definitely not dreaming. I turned to face him. To my horror, the ass-eating wasn't the most obscene thing.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I asked, keeping my voice low. Manny was completely naked, his big, thick, muscular body in show.

"I came in here to check on you. You looked so sexy sleeping, lying on the covers innocent-like. I asked you -- 'Can I eat your ass?' I believe your reply was 'Hell yes, Daddy. Eat my bitch ass.'," he explained and leaned in again. "I've got what you need," he winked.

I kept staring at him, trying to make sense of what he'd said. And trying not to allow my body to betray my desire. "I don't think any of that is true." But I gave in and laid my head down on the pillow, enjoying this surprise ass-eating. I could still hear the party going in the living room. Hopefully they were all having too much fun to come and check in on my room. I closed, even allowing myself to moan. In the morning, this would turn out to have been a dream.

"Do you suck dick?" I heard him ask. I did... but I wasn't about to tell him that. This had to stop. He slapped me firmly on the ass. "Well?" But he was impatient and didn't wait for me to deliberate before saying yes. Laughing mischievously, he reached out to grab me by arm, pulling me towards him. "Come here," he said and dragged me off the bed. Dragged is too strong a word -- I barely gave him any resistance as I fell onto my knees. He then shoved his impressive looking dick into my mouth and I wilfully yielded, swallowing him.

"Yeah, suck it," he said as I began to do just that, wrapping my lips around his giant tool and salivating. He moaned, wrapping his hands around my head as I pleasured him. Sucking dick is such a massive turn on for me. This was no exception. The fact that we were secretly doing this, with the crowd in the lounge and within earshot, was a massive turn on too. I normally didn't like being risky but I found myself drawn to Manny's demanding presence. He held me firmly by my dreadlocks and kept me working his shaft, sliding my lips back and forth on it till it was nice and wet. I kept trying to take him in Coleper but found myself choking on his thickness and then going back to just playing bobbing on his head.

"Yeah, that's it. Suck my dick. Suck my dick, boy. You want that dick don't cha?" he taunted me. It was annoying hearing it from him but I cannot lie that I was turned on immensely.

After taking my t-shirt off and making me undress completely, he started to get a little rough. First he grabbed me by head and really started to throatfuck me. This kept me choking and spitting and coughing all over his dick. I have a feeling that's what he liked. And although I liked it rough too sometimes, I felt he was being a little too rough. But I didn't stop him. He forced my head against the bed and pushed his thick pipe down my throat. Mercifully, he knew when to give me a break, allowing me to breathe. After a few minutes of doing this, his dick was very slick and covered in my spit.

"Swallow my dick. Eat it! Take it!" he said, getting louder and louder. I tried to swallow him whole. It turned me on, I couldn't deny it, hearing him command me and force me. "That's it... good boy!" he encouraged. Maybe he didn't know me well but I had grown to love sucking dick and was adept at it. I had managed to deepthroat him.

Quickly, he pulled out and then shoved it back in again. I was looking up at him, giving him the pretty boy, doe-eyed look that I knew turned men on. They like to see their bottoms vulnerable, pliant. Innocent with just a hint of slut in them. That's what I wanted him to see too... and maybe if he made all the right moves, the slut in me would grow.

"Tell me -- you like that dick taste, don't you?" he taunted as he waved his dick in his my face, slapping it on my cheek. The meat was heavy and thick with blood, so it stung a little. "You like sucking dick? You like to get fucked in the ass?" he asked to which I repeated an enthusiastic 'Yes' each time. Then he shoved his dick in my throat, grabbed me by hair and held me there. "That's what I thought. You'll make a great whore," he added cryptically.

Suddenly, I noticed the music in the lounge get louder. Someone else had pushed the door ajar. My heart began to race as I tried to move. But Manny held me still, forcing me to stay on his dick. "Don't you move, keep that dick in your mouth," he warned.

Jermaine stepped into view, right next to Manny. He was standing right there, looking down at me.

Panicking, I tried to fight free of Manny but he held me firm, forcing me to take him even deeper. I throated him completely now, my eyes tearing up. Finally, Manny released me and I choked and coughed up spit.

Manny's laughter was loud and boastful. "Man... Jermaine, you got yourself a fine bitch," he said and smacked me on the face a couple of times as if to compliment me. I looked up at Jermaine, ready to give an explanation. His expression didn't give much away. He had his dick in his hand.

"What you waiting for? Swallow that dick!" Manny commanded, smacking me on the back of my head as I lunged forward, taking Jermaine's dick into mouth before he could change his mind. The object of my secret desire. His aroma as I drew near it nearly drove me mad with lust. Hunger surged through my body.

I'm sucking Jermaine's dick!

"Shit, look at him go. He really wants your dick," Manny exclaimed and then grabbed me by my hair, guiding me as I pleasured my house mate.

I could not believe this was happening. I was sucking my hot alpha male friend and house mate. How many times had I fantasized about this? Now, here I was with it happening. I was sure I wasn't dreaming. The sharp pain of Manny rudely smacking me on my ass a few times assured me of this.

"That's it bitch... suck his dick," Manny said as he guided my head up and down Jermaine's shaft. I kept stealing quick glances up at Jermaine, hoping for a reaction or an approval or a smile or anything. But his icy gaze forced me to look away in shame. "Suck bitch!" Manny kept saying to me.

I was so turned on at this point I was starting to not care. Usually, I'd like to say I have plenty of barriers... but when I start to get horny, they became less and less effective. I was really feeling the need to please Jermaine, to suck his dick till he came. If I gave him that satisfaction, maybe things would change? Maybe it would lessen the tension. But then Manny suddenly pulled me off and twisted my head so I could swallow him.

"Come on share that mouth, bitch. Don't be such a dick-hog," Manny said and laughed, continuing to taunt me. He slapped my hand away as I tried to jerk off. "No. Our dicks come first," he said then told me to play with Jermaine's dick. I did just that. And then switched over as Manny instructed me to.

I was now sucking two big black pipes, switching between the two of them. I could even swallow them both at the same time. My fear and panic was gone, replaced by a lust I feared would overwhelm me. I wanted to please Jermaine, to make him proud. I was trying to deepthroat him but found it difficult -- his dick was curved and kept lodging in my throat, choking me.

So I made up for it by swallowing Manny as deep and as often as I could. They were starting to get really turned on now, their groans and grunts becoming louder and their dicks leaking precum. Even the musky scent of their balls, which I licked, kissed and played with liberally was beginning to intensify. All three of us were heating up to dangerous temperatures.

"So you like to get fucked?" Jermaine asked me as I was sucking Manny's dick.

I looked up at him and my expression told him the truth.

"Climb on this bed and show me how you like to get fucked," he said. There was a look in him that I had never seen before. A predatory look that excited me. Quickly, I got up from the floor and climbed up on my hands and knees, presenting my ass doggy style.

"Damn this bitch has a nice ass," Manny said as they examined my welcoming booty. "Can't believe you've been living with an ass like this -- and not tapping it!"

My ass was indeed very nice. It was one of the reasons I loved to bottom. It had a symmetrical form, like a ripe peach. A couple of years being a track athlete had reduced the childhood weight down to its most essential, and add some Cajun genes. Manny raised his hand up above like a preacher and then brought it down, smacking my ass hard. I yelped out, but the sting only made me more excited as the rush of blood and hormones turned me submissive.

"Shake it, come on!" Manny said and smacked my ass again. They laughed a little as I began to twerk my butt, moaning as I did. I felt so whorish and silly. No doubt this amused them. They were making me do things I had never done. "Shake it bitch!" Manny said as he began to smack me harder. "The more you shake, the more dick you going to get tonight," he said and I began to twerk really hard, arching my back and really bouncing thighs while trying to rotate my hips a little. I felt a hand begin to slowly caress my back. It was Jermaine. I was so turned on I started to twerk and rotate my ass faster.

Suddenly, he reached underneath my stomach and pulled me up... and with the help of Manny, flipped me over onto to his shoulder in an amazing display of strength.

"What are you doing?" I asked but then realized I was being carried out of the bed room. Naked, they carried me into the living room.

As he walked in to a chorus of cheers, he gave my ass a spank and set me down onto the floor.

"Fellas! We got ourselves a new ho!" he proclaimed much to the delight of the group.

Then, grabbing me by the hair, he pulled me up and walked me over to the main part to the big couch. I could have fought him, I could have tried to break free. Jermaine was bigger than me but I was no slouch... but I did nothing.

Am I about to be gang banged? Oh god...

In front of me, I saw the big screen TV was playing black gay porn. Adrian and Toby were sitting right next to each other. On his knees and in between them was Cole. He was naked -- well almost. He was wearing a pink thong, which had been pushed to the side. Behind him, with his face buried between Cole's ass was Leon! My jaw dropped and my dick turned hard instantly.

"Another bitch to play with." Tyrone remarked, approaching from the kitchen with a drink in his hand.

I was starting to squirm as Jermaine held me by my hair but then Manny grabbed my hands and pulled them backwards, forcing me to stand still. It hurt a little and I cried out.

"Damn... look at his little dick. He's horny as fuck," Tyrone laughed. "Either of you fuck him yet?" he asked, walking past the foursome and placing his drink down.

"Just his mouth."

Tyrone approached me and stood in front of me. Then to my surprise, he grabbed me by the chin and kissed me. It was so unexpected that for a few seconds, I just stood there and let his tongue and lips smother mine. Then I felt his hand reach around me and grope my butt, squeezing one cheek hard and spreading it apart. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat run through me and I moaned loudly, succumbing to Tyrone's unannounced but powerful advance. I kissed him back, gently and more passively, allowing him to dictate. I could hear more laughter in the room.

"He's got nice lips," Tyrone said as he broke the kiss. "No doubt he's a good dicksucker," he added, making me blush a little. He unzipped his jeans and fished out his dick, which was another long, dark, meaty dick. Thick as well. My eyes bulged -- so many big black dicks up in here!

Manny let go of me but then grabbed me by the chin and also forced me to kiss him. Unlike Tyrone, his breath was a bit unpleasant as it tasted of weed and stale liquor. Nevertheless, I let him French kiss me and feel me up, moaning into his embrace. Then Tyrone pulled me towards him, making me take his possessive kiss while bending over slightly and arching my back. Jermaine in the meanwhile, was rubbing his hard, uncut dick between my cheeks, smearing some of his precum over them.