Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2012 01:00:41 -0600
From: Jason Marks <gayguyjason@gmail.com>
Subject: Sloppy Seconds by Jason Marks

Sloppy Seconds

Jason Marks


	Oh God, I thought. I can't believe this is actually happening.

	I stood in a small hotel-style room with twenty other guys.  Behind
us, the cameraman prepared for the shoot, but unlike what most people
would've thought, we weren't shooting an informercial. No. We were shooting
a porno--a gangbang porno at that.

	"Listen up," the director said, stepping forward to survey the
men. "You know the drill, gentlemen. It's all very simple. No
acting--just plain, raw fucking."

	At this, the men snickered. Some reached for their dicks. Others
reached inside their pants and began to rub their dicks. Considering the
star hadn't even arrived, it was somewhat of a sight.

	How the hell could I have gotten myself into this mess?

	Of course--I was broke, horny as hell, and wanted ass.  The $1000
they were offering each of us, while small, was no lunch money, especially
if we all got to use and abuse a willing hole.

	I guess I should explain a little bit about myself. I'm vers, but
usually bottom. I have to say--I love bottoming, but there's something
about ass that just makes a man wild, but it's not very often I get it. The
taste, the smell, the texture, the feeling of having your cock sink in and
their walls wrap around your dick--it gives you an euphoria unlike
anything you've ever felt before. That, however, isn't usually my
style. Most of the guys I get with are uber macho
types--`straight-acting' or `down-low' men who want to suck, fuck and
then leave. That's not to say I'm feminine, though. At five-foot-six, I'm
broad-shouldered, have a full but light dusting of hair on my chest, and
substantially hairy legs, along with decently-maintained pubes and a light
smattering of hair covering my ass. My long hair and soft voice are usually
what get me into the more submissive role, but that doesn't matter. Right
now, I was here--in this room, with these guys--and I was about to get
what I wanted.

	I reached down and grabbed my crotch.

	Beside me, the door leading to the prep room opened.

	Our resident fuckee came out.

	He was tall--about six feet--and ginger, clean-shaven from his
face to his toes and toned to the point where he had muscle definition but
not too much of it. Fully-naked, he was something of a sight to behold, but
it wasn't until he walked past me and I saw his ass that I really got
excited.

	Fuck yeah, I thought. Awesome.

	Hard, toned buns, flexing as he walked.

	Around me, the men fell silent.

	The ginger spread out along the bed and propped his head up on one
shoulder, watching the crowd for any sign of interaction. He seemed to
tease them with the sight of his naked body before he rolled onto his
chest, spread his legs, and revealed his winking hole.

	Like dogs to a bone, the men went crazy. Shirts went flying, pants
came off, and underwear dropped faster than you could've snapped your
finger.

	The first guy had the luxury of breaking him in.

	The lucky number one was a tall older man. Clean-shaven, with a
hairless chest, hairy legs and arms and with a dick that, though not hard
yet, was already formidable--he descended on the ginger and pressed his
hands against the bed while forcing his mouth against the fuckee's. Moans
came from the ginger's mouth, though whether or not it was because the
guy's dick was rubbing against his asshole or if the guy preparing to fuck
him really was a good kisser I couldn't be sure.

	"Eat his ass!" someone cried.

	It didn't take long for the guy to oblige.

	I stepped out of my clothes and reached down to take my throbbing
dick as the guy shoved his face into the ginger's ass and began to lap at
it like candy.

	The ginger moaned.

	Slurping noises echoed across the room.

	It didn't take long before the whole process began.

	It wasn't a traditional porno shoot. Unlike what most shoots like
this would've been like--where all the guys would've worn
condoms--there was no protection, merely bareback. While that was usually
a risk, we'd each undergone a rigorous series of STD and HIV tests in the
weeks prior to the shoot. I have to say--going a month without sex was
unbearable. My hand became my best friend, as did a few dildos. But in the
end, it all came down to one thing--the guy was a comedump, and us lucky
fellas were going to get a piece of it.

	The first fuck of the day was expected to be slow, mostly loosening
the guy up without hurting him too much. It started off easy--a few
slides here, a thrust or two there. Then it became more and more
animalistic. At one point the sound of flesh was so overwhelming it was all
I could hear, but that didn't bother me too much. It made excellent jacking
off material.

	In a few moments, the first guy came--a long, guttural sound
which sounded from his throat as he pumped his load deep into the ginger's
asshole.

	"Spread it," one guy said.

	The ginger spread his ass and flexed his hole. A teardrop of come
slid out.

	A guy of a larger build stepped forward and took his place.

	Thus began the breeding festival.

	Most would've seen the ginger as a self-absorbed whore who was only
lowering himself to a standard. He couldn't have enjoyed it, they would
have said, because it was all about the money. But there he was, taking it
like a bitch--legs spread, ass open, begging for more as men used him in
ways unlike anything he had ever imagined before. The men were equally as
ecstatic. Grunting, groaning, panting, gasping for breath as his insides
worked their dicks and they shot their loads deep into his ass--the moans
that echoed across the tiny room filled with twenty-some horny men was
enough to make my dick stand on end.

	"You gonna get a piece of that?" the man next to me asked.

	"Later," I said.

	The gross and horrible truth was, I wanted to wait until
later--after the guy had a few loads in him. As much as I was loathe to
admit it, I couldn't wait to sink my dick into his asshole and feel the
come surrounding my dick, wrapping around my shaft and inviting me into its
soft, warm, creamy depths. I'll be honest--I'm somewhat of a come
whore. If I were in his position, I'd be in Heaven, but since it'd been
months since I'd gotten any ass, I was more than happy to stick it in him.

	Fact of the matter was, I have a six-inch dick, not too thick but
not too small either, with a nice fat mushroom head. I may have been a bit
smaller than most of the guys here, but I've been told it fills a guy up
nicely.

	The guy topping the cumdump--a forty-something with
salt-and-pepper hair--thrust his dick into the guy's ass and cried out as
he came.

	My dick jerked in response.

	"Shit," the same guy who'd spoken to me before said. "You sure do
precome a lot."

	"Yeah," I muttered. "I know."

	The guy wrapped his hand around my dick and rubbed the head with
his thumb.

	Fuck, I moaned.

	"Like that?" he asked, squeezing my dick and enticing a sliver of
precome out of the head.

	"I'm saving it for him," I said. "Knock it off."

	"Come on--let me lick it off."

	"I said--"

	Before I could finish, the guy fell to his knees. In one long,
effortless stroke, he licked my shaft from base to head, cleaning the
precome off.

	Regardless of how tempting his mouth was, I couldn't do it. I was
so horny that if I stuck my dick in his mouth, I knew I wouldn't be able to
take it out.

	With a grin, the guy rose and started to make his way back to his
place at my side. Before he could get there, he stopped, grabbed the back
of my neck, and forced our lips together. Mine immediately parted for his
tongue.

	"Thanks, handsome," he said, licking my lips before reaching for
his dick.

	I sat back and waited for my time to come, watching desperately as
one guy after the other topped and fucked the living shit out of the
ginger. There was no number or order, merely first come, first serve. I
tried to make my way up there several times, but when I was beat it by not
one, or two, but three different guys, I decided to take my place at the
end of the bed and wait for my turn.

	Come on, I thought.

	I couldn't stop jacking my dick. My hand was covered in
precome--thick, white precome, which had since run down my dick and
started lapping over my balls. The smell of sex in the air and the sound of
flesh hitting flesh and the ginger moaning could've easily thrown me over
the edge.

	What the hell was taking so long for this guy to come?

	When he finally threw his head back and let out a howl, I moved up
onto the bed and rubbed his balls as they emptied their load into him.

	The guy pulled his limp dick out of the ginger's asshole.

	Taking my dick in hand, I prepared to enter him.

	I was mystified.

	His asshole was pulsing--throbbing, it seemed, as my cock came
nearer and nearer--and as he flexed his cheeks and his hole contracted,
miniature glances of what lay inside could be seen. A sea of come, so thick
and white and creamy that it could have resembled something like melted
chocolate, awaited me as I prepared to enter his hole.

	"You want it?" I asked, slapping the head of my dick against his
gaping opening.

	"Yes," the ginger moaned. "God yes, fuck me sir, fuck me. Give me
your load."

	How could I refuse?

	I sunk the head of my dick into his opening.

	He groaned.

	I moaned.

	His asshole tightened around the head of my cock to the point where
I thought he might break it off.

	For being so used, I mused, he's fucking tight.

	As I sank my dick deeper into his hole, giving in to the inner
horndog that screamed to be let out, I reveled in the feeling of
warmth--how, as I sunk deeper, and as the flaring head of my cock pushed
his walls aside, the come from about a dozen men before me wrapped and
twisted about my dick. The feeling alone was almost enough to get me
off. The fact that here I was, the thirteenth guy in this hole, about ready
to deposit my load into a begging and willing slut, was something out of a
dream. Group sex is something amazing in itself, but when you can share one
hole with a bunch of guys and not only make your mark in that hole, but
experience the mark that others have made? That is amazing.

	I started off slow--churning the butter, so to speak--and made
slow, deep thrusts that brought but the head of my dick out and forced the
entirety of it in. The come parted for my dick and always remolded around
the head, wrapping it like a warm fist caked with cream. I couldn't get
enough. I reveled in each and every stroke. Compared to the guys before me,
I was going slow, but that didn't matter. I wanted this to last. I wanted
to enjoy it.

	Above me, the ginger was moaning loudly--legs spread, ass up for
my cock. The position itself was almost deserving of an award.

	"Come on," the guy moaned. "Give it to me. Hard."

	I pulled my dick out and thrust it in in one stroke.

	Then I went to down.

	I fucked this guy unlike I'd ever fucked any guy before. My balls
slapping his ass, my arms gripping his waist and my hips moving like
pistons--I grunted and groaned as my body conspired to stop me but my
dick forced itself to keep going. The come in his ass expelled under my
onslaught and leaked out around my dick. The sight alone was enough to
drive me to fuck him harder.

	"Yeah!" someone cried.

	"Come on pretty boy!" another cried. "Give him your load!"

	"Oh fuck," I moaned, thrusting harder. "Here... here
it... gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh--"

	My prostate tightened.

	My dick exploded.

	Come poured into the ginger's ass at a rate I couldn't imagine.

	I threw my head back and screamed.

	"Oh yeah," the guy moaned. "Fuck yeah. Give me that load."

	"You want it?" I asked, fucking him harder, the come now seeping
down to the base of my dick and mixing in with my pubes. "You fucking got
it!"

	I fucked him for a complete minute, ramming him so hard I thought
I'd throw my hips out of their joints, before I could go no more.

	With a few last, final strokes, I gave in and realized my tiem was
done.

	I pulled out and spread his ass to view my work.

	Glorious come winked out at me as his asshole flexed.

	Without much thought whatsoever, I leaned in and lapped up the
juices pouring out of his hole.  The salt, the sweet, the tang, the
cream--all poured over my lips as I buried my tongue in his ass.

	I ate him out for a full minute before I pulled away.

	"Bet you enjoyed that," the guy who had tried to suck my dick said
as he mounted the ginger and sunk his cock in.

	"Hell yeah," I said. "I did."

THE END

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