Roommate Hosted a (Straight?) Gangbang

True Story. Everyone is 18 and consenting.

It was every guy's dream. Well, it's some guys' dream. I came back to my dorm thinking I’d get some studying done, maybe toss on headphones and drown out the world. Instead, I opened the door and found a naked girl on my bed, legs up, eyes wide upon seeing me.

My brain didn’t catch up for a few seconds. First, it was just the sight: titties, pussy, skin, surprise. Then I registered the guy standing across the room, just as frozen as me. Clark. My roommate. Completely nude, his erection standing out with a large girth and a decent length I hadn't expected from him.

“Oh… um, hey,” he stammered, putting his hands over his junk. “I thought you were gone this weekend…?”

I said nothing for a beat. The girl scrambled into the bathroom, her feet patting lightly on the wood flooring. I didn’t even try to look away. Clark had that milky skin, broad swimmer’s shoulders, and, yeah, his dick was surprisingly big. Bigger than mine, maybe? It honestly made me do a double take, and it stuck in my mind.

“Plans changed,” I said flatly. “So you were gonna hook up in my bed?”

“Sorry, bro,” he mumbled, still trying to hide himself with one hand, turning around and looking for his pants, flashing me his little white ass. He looked embarrassed… but not exactly sorry. He didn't exactly get laid a lot, but when he did, they were the wildest fucking chicks. One girl put her butt plug in his ass, and he told me about it. Said he didn't mind it, but I think he actually loved it. It made me curious to be honest. I wondered if I’d caught him mid-dream come true.

I gave him a “never use my bed again” talk, left, and went to chill at a nearby café. It was just like studying in my dorm except I couldn't take breaks to wank. While I studied at the café, my mind was kind of electric. Not just from the surprise, but from the way I’d stared at him. I was surprised at my own reaction. From the way I didn’t look away. From the fact that, even an hour later, I could remember the shape of his dick with photographic clarity. The big, red, throbbing thing, with a big blue vein branching out over the top of it.

I thought about every sleepover, every gym shower, every “haha no homo” moment over the years. A lot of them were with my brother actually. We jerked off together a lot over the years, and of course I always pretended to be grossed out to see his dick. There were some hands shared, but he lost interest when he got with a girl the first time, and then he got kind of distant in general. I had a different experience. I remembered my first truly gay thought I had, and it was after my first blowjob from my girlfriend at the time, and it was disastrous, toothy, and awkward. Afterward, I literally remember thinking to myself, only a guy would know how to really do it right. It was a strange thought, but at least I was honest with myself at that moment. I always wanted to be close with my brother again, not necessarily jerk off together again, but I did choose the same college as him.

Around 10pm, I was just losing steam in my schoolwork at the café when Clark texted me:

“Fair warning, we’re having a party tonight.”

I sighed, sick of his antics and just stared at my phone. He went on to explain, vaguely, that Jenna, the girl from earlier, was into group stuff. I rolled my eyes. She wanted to live out a gangbang fantasy basically.  “Only people who fuck are invited.”

My brain lit up. I imagined us tag-teaming a lineup of hot girls, maybe a chaotic game of musical beds. I got hard immediately. I had to adjust myself in public, and I’m not small, so it shows down my left thigh every fucking time, a curse I’ve always lived with.

I texted him back. “Is that a thing at this school? Kinda fuckin crazy but I’m down.”

He replied, “I guess some people do it. Idk but she wants it and I think it’ll be fun as hell. She didn’t even let me cum, making me save it for the group. They’re already arriving so come home whenever if you want in.”

I hurried back, my boner relentlessly pressing against my pants, chafing the head. 

When I walked back into the dorm room, it wasn’t a fantasy from my straight-boy brain. Kind of the opposite. It was messy. And it was male.

There were maybe fifteen guys in the room, and they didn’t even turn to look at me. I couldn’t even see any girls. Just jocks, dumb, gooned looks on their faces, shirtless or fully naked athletic dudes, milling around, all facing the same direction toward my bed, where the girls were, but I couldn’t even see them. All I saw was naked males, horny as hell, ready to fuck actual willing sluts. A real life porn vid. Their dicks were hanging heavy or fully hard. It seemed like only the extra fit and hung guys showed up. Thick, veiny, confident types who had probably been told by every girl they’d ever been with that they were huge down there. I realized in the moment that the average dudes must have just stayed home, worried their size wouldn't measure up under the fluorescent dorm lights and the pressure to fuck in front of others. Made sense, if you weren’t seriously hanging dong, this probably wasn’t your kind of party. Not to mention, I was about 5’9”, and the average height among them must’ve been 6’2”. I felt like a short little boy among real men, even though I was eighteen.

I was immediately so turned on I was leaking pre-cum out of my dick, and when I dropped my pants to join the party, I quickly started dripping it onto the floor, even onto other guys packed in around me. I told myself it was just male camaraderie. Wild, hyped-up energy that guys get when the testosterone energy is maxed out.

Some were rubbing themselves, some laughing and poking fun at each other, amped up like they were about to run onto a football field. Their skin glowed with sweat, musk and masculinity.

I spotted Clark near my bed, wearing nothing but his Rolex that his dad had given him, no longer hiding his big boner. It was on display now. He waved me over, grinning.

“They’re over here,” he said. “Jenna and her friend.”

I squished my way through the male nudity, and sure enough, there were two girls. That was it. Two. I could barely see them under the swarm of milky white male nudity, a cloud of college dudes. Just dick and muscle waiting their turn. Their butts quivering with anticipation. The girls’ mouths were stuffed with thick cock, and they were getting fucked. Jenna was getting it in both holes, plus her mouth. I couldn’t believe I was actually witnessing a girl taking three dicks at once, and lapping them up hungrily, grunting like an animal. I had never seen such a thing in person. It was striking, and hauntingly beautiful. I wasn’t sure if I was looking at the girls, or the group of high energy pink and red dicks going ham on them. The feeling in my stomach was strong, and undirected. I didn’t even know what the urge was. I was equal parts horny as hell and impressed. Maybe even, inspired?

I hovered next to the bed, just watching, honestly unsure if I was a guest or an intruder, even though it was my room, and the action was centered on my bed, because of fucking course it was. No one seemed to care that I was there. I was just another body among them. I wasn’t a jock, but I worked out, and my dick fit in among the group at least. I was more of a soft boy, eighteen with smooth features. My messy hair went down to my ears, and I was just simply a bit less masculine than the rest of them. I felt boyish in comparison. Girls called me cute, whereas the dudes in this room were hot, even hunky. I guess that’s the difference between jocks and regular dudes. 

At some point, the bodies started moving in rhythm, even if they weren’t touching the girl. The energy of the mob of dicks was pushing forward toward the girls, even if they were just rubbing on a guy in front of them. Some guys were openly moaning. Dudes were clapping each other on the back, one guy was squeezing through the crowd offering water bottles or high fives. And dicks, so many dicks, big ones, brushed against each other's thighs, stomachs, even asses. No one flinched. They were in game mode, and apparently it wasn't gay if there was a girl in the room. I did some quick math, and there was probably, literally, eighty-five inches of dick in the room. That’s over seven feet of pure, college cock. These girls, as driven as they were, would not be able to satisfy them all safely. Someone needs to help them out.

Something shifted inside me. A slow melt of inhibition. A part of me that had always been curious took the wheel. I was looking at a ton of dudes, horny as fuck, zero inhibitions among them, and they were so eager to get their dicks wet, but there was a very long wait ahead of them. They would fuck anything at this point.

There was this guy next to me, maybe 6'4", dark curls, huge shoulders, long, thick cock pointing straight ahead, a calm smirk on his face as he waited his turn. He clearly had a natural confidence, and very few thoughts in his head.  I loosely recognized him from parties around campus. His name was Eric, and he was a standard dumb jock, nothing under the surface. And he was hung as hell. Maybe the biggest in the room. He was standing against the wall, just trying to stay hard as he waited for his turn. But there was so much man meat between him and the girls, he couldn’t even reach a titty if he wanted to. Someone should help him out too.

I got down on my knees, feeling my cheeks turn red, and looked up at him.

Before I could even think about it, I muttered, “I can help keep you warmed up for her.” 

He looked down, surprised, confused. He didn’t hear me over the boisterous noises of the sex and male moans. “What?” he asked, leaning down toward me. 

I spoke a little louder. “I said… I can HELP YOU OUT.”

His face squinted at me, still not hearing what I had said. I shook my head, and found some boldness from deep within me, and grabbed his heavy dick. My fingers didn’t even wrap around it. He didn’t even flinch. His smirk turned to a smile, and he nodded, like I’d just done him a solid. He gestured to Clark. “Dude. Coolest roommate ever.”

I opened my mouth and slightly stuck out my tongue, and he jutted forward quickly and placed the tip into my mouth. It was already stretching my lips, and I didn't even have the head fully in yet. 

I looked up and met his eyes. He mouthed the words, "is this okay, dude?"

I mumbled "mm-hmm" around his dick, and nodded subtly.

"You're a solid dude," he said, "no one has ever been this cool to me before."

One of his buddies, apparently, saw what was happening and laughed. “No way. A fluffer! Can we get in on that too?”

I saw his dick out of the corner of my eye. Big and juicy. His sweaty, hairless balls were big and hung below his heavy dong. His pubes were trimmed short and made him look even bigger. Another big, red monster.

"Wait," the friend said, "he's not gay, is he?"

"No, I know this guy. He fucks girls," he replied, not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

And that was it. Suddenly these dumb, hung jocks were totally cool getting blown by a dude, and I was trying something new, a phrase I kept repeating in my head as I felt my cheeks hollow on Eric’s oversized shaft, and the flush in my gut that accompanied taking a dick into my mouth for the first time. I wasn’t just watching anymore. I was part of the scene, surrounded by the scent of skin and hormones and sweat. I didn’t have to think. I was in action mode.

I bobbed my head on Eric's dick for a minute, until he practically pried me off by my forehead. "You're too good at that, dude. I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you keep going."

"You nasty fuck," said Eric's friend, who gently directed my head over to his thick dick. It had a large vein on the top, and the head was a deep red. He was throbbing and angry. He definitely didn't need a fluffer to stay hard, but he wanted my mouth anyway.

He was a little rougher than Eric. He pushed into me, and it really started to feel like sex at that point. I never expected to feel this way, but there was something unexpectedly comforting about taking in the taste and aroma of a guy's most private area while he used me for his pleasure.

They passed me around like I was part of the lineup, part of the rotation. I stayed on my knees for what felt like hours, keeping them ready while they waited for the girls. I’m fairly certain some of the guys never even touched the girls, just taking my mouth as a consolation prize. It was weirdly fun, weirdly right. I felt needed and useful. I wasn’t worried about reputation. I just wanted to be wanted. Used. I was part of the rhythm. My jaw ached, and my knees got sore and red. The girls were completely out of my line of sight, and as I was pulled from dick to dick I ended up on the opposite side of the room from her. Some guys just left their dick in my mouth and held my head. Other guys bounced my head like a basketball, rapidly pressing my head into their pubes while they stuffed my throat. 

“Damn,” I heard someone mutter behind me, “he’s a good girl.”

Someone else laughed. “Right? Look at him go. Might be the MVP of this party.”

Another voice, breathless and eager, whispered near my ear as he gripped my shoulders, “Take it. Take that big cock. You’re doing so great.” Then he stood up and I heard him jerking his dick next to my ear.

It felt surreal, like I was watching it happen to someone else, except I was so deeply in it, feeling every encouragement they gave like the words were physical objects showering down on me. Every push, every praise from these big, dumb jocks who seemed more thrilled than confused by what I was offering. Apparently, if they believed I was just a really nice fellow straight guy with soft features and pink, pouty lips, then they had no qualms about using me to get off.

At one point, one of the guys leaned back against the wall and moaned as I worked him over. “Coolest dude ever. I haven’t had a bro help me out like this since my brother.”

That line hit something strange inside me. I didn’t know whether to be disgusted or turned on, but it made me shiver. It made everything blur further between what weird lines I was crossing tonight, and what I would be willing to cross theoretically.

I thought I was going to just be a fluffer, but soon I was taking loads. The first one took me by surprise. The cock was deep in my throat, and all I saw was sweaty, pink abs in my face when I felt it pulse. Once, then twice, then again. I realized what was happening, and felt my guts do a flip. I hadn’t even thought about what would happen when they jizzed. I couldn’t even remember which guy was inside my throat at the moment.

Eventually, someone grabbed my waist and bent me over Clark’s bed. I consented instinctively, pressing my ass back at whoever was behind me. I didn’t question. I just let it happen. I was too high on dick to care. I guess someone had brought lube, because even pussy dries up after too much use, but now it found another use, me.

They started putting it in me, and I’ll never forget the moment I first felt it pop past my entrance. The pressure was overwhelming as fuck, like my body didn’t know how to make room for something that big and that intense. But there was something like a switch that had been flipped deep inside me. My skin literally felt like it was buzzing, from my ass to my head to my fingertips. My mouth fell open in silent awe of what I was doing. I was weirdly proud of myself. My open mouth wasn’t empty for long, as another stud quickly filled it up. I didn’t even see his face, but it didn’t matter at all. I breathed through my nose, as my fingers gripped the ass of the guy using my mouth. It was like magic.

The scent of sweat, the weight of all that testosterone in the air, it was dizzying. Their musk filled my lungs and seeped into my skin until I couldn’t remember what it felt like to be alone. I was surrounded, engulfed, converted. I melted into the rhythm of their bodies, the pounding in the mattress, the slap of thighs and groans and breathless encouragement. The aroma of male bodies clouded my brain until it felt like I was being gooned into some other version of myself. A creature of instinct. A worshipper of cock.

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Then something new happened. My brother, Shawn came in through the door. I hadn’t expected to see him there, and for a second I thought maybe I’d imagined it. But no, it was him. He walked in like he owned the place, like this wasn’t his first time showing up to something like this. I’d always known he was popular, girls hung onto him at parties, guys respected him, his frat worshiped him, but I didn’t realize he was the kind of guy who’d show up to a literal gangbang.

He stripped without hesitation. No shame, no hesitation, no look around to see who was watching. He dropped his gym shorts and stood tall, broad-chested and tan. And there it was, his dick. Huge. Thick. Bigger than I remembered. And I had remembered. And now, here, surrounded by other guys who were literally fucking me, I saw his cock again, and this time, I wasn’t just a naive guy pretending not to want it. I looked. Full-on. I stared. 

He caught my eye for a second. Just a flicker. Not shame, not surprise. Just a little smirk. Then he smiled fully, before looking away and talking to some other guys, his full hog hanging out casually. He was the biggest guy in the room, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. It was like this was just another Saturday night for him.

It wasn’t. But in that moment, I wanted it to be. I wanted to be part of this world he already seemed to belong to so effortlessly. I wanted to stop pretending I wasn’t curious about guys and their dicks. That I hadn’t always been.

He just looked at me and smirked. There was cum leaking out of my ass onto my balls and down my thighs. My own boner raged and was leaking a stream down onto the bed beneath me. There was an especially thick dick in my mouth and another stuffing my ass when Shawn leaned down to my ear. “I always knew I’d find you like this at some point.”

I chuckled internally. I barely had a single hint of gayness even in my own thoughts before today. How the fuck did he know?

I pulled off of the dick in my mouth, holding it in my hand.

“Hey,” I said, and I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. “So… you need a fluffer?” I asked, hoping my voice was dripping with irony enough that he would understand it was a joke to offset the weirdness of seeing him in this situation.

“You kidding, bro?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, breathing hard between thrusts as the guy fucking me picked up the pace.

“No,” he said, his brow furrowing slightly, “I mean... I’ve been in and out of the party all night, dude. I fucked you like three times already.”