Gangbanged by Eight Throbbing Jock Cocks

Shit, just thinking about that night at the FTM Rockussy party gets my ass twitching. There we were, nine of us—me and eight absolute jock gods—all in those tight grey tanks and sweats, piled on that black couch under the blue lights. Smirks everywhere, hands brushing thighs, the air thick with that musky pre-game horniness. I was the fresh meat, versatile slut vibes pulling their eyes right to me. “You ready to be our bitch?” one growled, his bulge inches from my face. Fuck yeah.

Tension snapped fast. Tanks ripped off, revealing ripped abs, inked chests heaving. Sweats dropped, and holy fuck—cocks sprang free like weapons. Eight veiny monsters, from thick eight-inchers to girthy nine-inch beasts, all rock-hard and leaking. They circled me on the couch, me stripping last, my own dick throbbing but forgotten as they shoved me down ass-up. Hands everywhere—gripping my hips, slapping my cheeks till they burned red. “Spread that hole, boy,” the bearded one commanded, and I did, like the eager whore I am, cheeks parting to show my pink pucker winking under the lights.

The freckled twink with the tats knelt first, spitting on my hole before his fingers plunged in—two, then three, stretching me sloppy wet. Moans ripped from my throat as the group jerked their cocks inches from my face, pre-cum dripping salty strings onto my tongue when I begged. “Suck it,” they chanted, feeding me one after another—deepthroating that curved Latino dick till my eyes watered, gagging on the blond’s fat head while another tongue-fucked my ass, rimming deep with that filthy slurp.

Then the real wrecking began. Ass-man number one mounted missionary-style, slamming bareback, his sweaty balls slapping my taint as he growled, “Take every inch, slut.” I clenched around him, hole milking that throbbing shaft, the stretch burning so good. He pounded till he exploded, hot creampie flooding me, leaking out as the next—tall brunette—flipped me doggy. More cocks in my mouth, hands pinning me, sweat dripping down my back mixing with cum lube. They rotated, raw-fucking my wrecked hole in turns—riding me reverse while I bounced, then gang-piling with spitroasts. Moans echoed, wet slaps deafening, my body tingling from bites on my neck, nipples twisted raw.

Cumshots rained: facials glazing my cheeks, loads swallowed greedily, my ass a dripping mess overflowing with five, six loads… their musky scent everywhere, skin slick and heaving. We collapsed in a naked pile, cocks still twitching against me.

But little did I know, round two was just revving up—their eyes already hungry for more holes to fill.