Cumdump Gangbang Frenzy

The mattress sank as four ripped gods in grey gym shorts crowded the bed around me, their bulging packages straining fabric while calloused hands gripped my thighs, yanking my legs wide. I was shirtless already, sweat beading on my smooth chest, heart pounding as the buzzcut dude with the goatee smirked down, thumb tracing my inner thigh up to my shorts’ edge. “Look at this slut, boys—legs spread like he needs it bad,” he growled, and the room filled with their musky scent, thick cocks twitching visibly. Fingers hooked my waistband, peeling the grey fabric down my hips, my half-hard dick flopping free, hole clenching in the lamp’s glow.

More hands joined—five now, then six—their shorts dropping like shed skin, veiny shafts springing out, slapping against my skin. A freckled redhead knelt between my legs, palm cupping my balls while another dude with tattoos gripped my shaft, stroking slow. “Fuck, he’s leaking already,” someone laughed, and I moaned, arching up as lips brushed my neck, a thick cockhead smearing pre-cum across my abs. The central stud with the dark hair and piercing eyes grabbed my jaw, feeding me his fat girth—salty, pulsing on my tongue as I sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing. Gagging wetly, spit dripping down my chin, while behind me hands spread my cheeks, a hot tongue diving into my hole, rimming deep with filthy laps that made my toes curl.

The door kept swinging open—seven, eight, ten jacked bodies piling in, naked and stroking, beards, buzzcuts, tats everywhere. “Breed the cumdump,” they chanted low, and I was flipped to all fours, ass high. First cock breached me raw—no lube but spit and hunger—stretching my ring with a burn that turned to bliss. “Take it, whore,” he grunted, pounding balls-deep, wet slaps echoing as I deepthroated another, musky pubes grinding my nose. They rotated like wolves, each thicker, slamming missionary, doggy, me riding one while sucking two, hole gaping and frothy from load one—hot cum leaking out, only for the next to plunge in bare, churning it to cream.

Faces blurred in ecstasy: the bald daddy with the beard flooding my guts missionary-style, eyes locked as he erupted; the tattooed twink face-fucking me till ropes painted my tongue, swallowing greedily. Sweat poured off us, room reeking of ass and seed. By the end, a dozen studs posed around me on the cum-soaked sheets, cocks dripping remnants onto my wrecked body—loads oozing from my puffy hole, chest glazed, face sticky. I grinned up, fingered deep to push it back in, utterly owned.

Shit, reliving it throbs my cock now—but that night, they weren’t done; round two was about to wreck me even harder…