Acting as the Fantasy Girl for the Lacrosse Team

Everyone is 18

I was in the horniest, most hormonal period of my life. I had never been with a guy, but I couldn’t deny I had always been drawn to some gay-leaning porn. I was into this online community for “BWC lovers”. Basically we would share videos and sometimes live stream and goon together while we jerked off to videos of girls getting stuffed by giant white guys’ cocks. I don’t remember how I got started with it, but at some point it was my favorite way to get off. You never even saw the guy’s face, just the girl’s. That’s why I still thought of it as straight, even if we would say things like “I’d be such a good boy for that monster cock” and “she’s so lucky to have that big throbber to worship.”

I would cum after some time gooning, often an hour or more, and then close my laptop immediately in a sort of shame, then try to forget about it until the next time I was horny.

My buddy Trent would hang out with me sometimes at school after everyone else was gone. He was always the last one out of lacrosse practice, and I stayed late for 1-on-1 tennis lessons, so we were always alone chilling in the afternoons, and started to chat almost daily. I would walk out of the locker rooms to see an empty field of grass and his golden-brown curls facing away from me on the steps in front of school. I don’t know why he always waited for me, but it had become a regular thing for us to just hang out and talk about bullshit for a few minutes.

One Friday, I was itching all day to get home to have a goon sesh. I had seen several videos get shared to the discord throughout the day, and I was so excited to get to them. But, I saw Trent sitting in our normal spot, and felt like I’d be a dick if I just left him, so I stopped to say hi.

“Sup, dude,” he said as I approached.

“Hey,” I said, trying to think of ways to let him know quickly that I had places to be today. But then I saw it. His lax shorts were riding up, and he clearly wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had at least half an erection going and the large head was sticking out of his shorts. Just the head was the size of a plum, and it was clearly over eight inches long, jutting out of his shorts down his left thigh. He was looking at his phone and didn’t even notice.

I didn’t say anything, but I was mesmerized. I’d seen plenty of dicks before, but never hard. My body was having feelings, probably related to being so horny all day and saving it up for my goon sesh. I didn’t even know what I wanted to do, but I knew I didn’t want to leave anymore. I just stood there, trying to think of what to say.

“Bro!” he yelled at his phone, apparently upset about a message he had gotten, snapping me out of my confusion. He adjusted his shorts with his hand without even looking down, and his cock was back in its private covering. I don’t know if he even realized it had been sticking out.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting on a bench near him, keeping an open view to his crotch.

“Nothing,” he said, then hesitated. “This girl just flaked on us.”

“Us?” I asked.

“Yeah, this thing for the lax team.”

“Fundraiser or something?”

“More like a fun-raiser,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

He then went on to explain his plan.

“The lax team wants a girl to service us all for one night before the seniors graduate, as a bonding experience and sort of a… sexual fantasy we all enjoy. Turns out none of the sluts at school are into it. I had high hopes for Jess. She’s already fucked half the team.”

I was shocked that he shared this with me, but not surprised that they had the idea. These rich idiots would love a girl to be their slave, and only someone as cocky as a lax bro would have the balls to actually ask girls to do it.

“What the fuck did you expect her to say?” I asked, chuckling, “No girl is gonna wanna do that!”

When Trent described his fantasies to me, I saw his bulge grow again in his sweaty shorts, and I watched him adjust it. 

“I’d give anything to find a girl to do this with us,” he said with a sigh, scrolling hopelessly through his phone.

“Fuck, I’d do it,” I said before I realized it. My face turned red. My nerves and trembling body gave me away. There was no way to play it off as a joke. Trent was laughing his ass off immediately, and gave his balls a good scratch through his pants as he lost his seated balance while laughing so hard. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” he said, still laughing, “that’s gay as hell.”

“I’m just kidding,” I said, trying to force a laugh through my nerves, but pretty much just releasing a mild wheeze.

“I almost thought you were serious,” he said, his laughter fading to a chuckle as the moment passed. I couldn’t think of what to say. I was nervous because I knew that he knew that I wasn’t totally kidding. The look on my face had given it away.

We separated a minute later, with him saying he had to get home, and me saying the same. That night, after a very long goon sesh with the boys during which I nutted all over myself, I was scrolling through instagram, trying to forget about the embarrassing moment from earlier in the day, thinking it was going to haunt me for the rest of my life. 

I got nervous as hell when I got a snap from Trent. I sat up and my eyes went dark for a moment as I felt the blood leave my head.

Trent: Hey

Me: Sup

His next dot-dot-dot bubble lasted a long time… my heart was racing. Is he going to tell me to fuck off for having a gay moment? Will he never talk to me again? Finally, the message came through. It was notably short.

Trent: I talked to Beckett

Beckett was the captain of the lax team. I had no idea what Trent meant by saying that. I just stared. I didn’t know what to say if I had no idea what he was trying to tell me. Another typing bubble popped up.

Trent: He says you can be our fantasy girl.

My mouth dropped open. My heart raced. I felt like I was going to pass out. Is he messing with me? He is, right? Obviously. I decided to push through my fears and mess with him back, with an unambiguous gay joke, glad he had a sense of humor.

Me: lmao, anything for you cutie 😘

Trent: srsly tho

Me: Wtf are you talking about?

Trent: You seemed interested earlier

We’ll take any mouth if we can’t get a girl

Well most of us at least

Everyone but Chase

I was sweating through my underwear at this point. My heart was racing. I had never thought something like this was going to happen. I didn’t even think it counted as “gay” if I only liked BWC porn that had girls in it. So what if I fantasized about being the girl sometimes? It was just something guys do… right?

I took a few deep breaths. I saw he was still in the conversation, waiting to see what I would say.

I decided if he was going to be vulnerable enough to ask me to do some gay shit for him and his boys, then I didn’t have to hide how I was feeling about it.

Me: what do you want me to do

He started typing immediately.

Trent: Basically, we want a service girl for the night. You suck us off anytime we ask, and bring us snacks and stuff like that. We sort of planned on it being a girl, so we’re not sure how it’ll work with you since you don’t have a pussy, but the idea was that we would all fuck you as much as we want too. At least we don’t need condoms with you. We would never ever tell anyone about it. Blood brothers oath basically. Solemn secret.

Me: Are you trying to FUCK me??

Trent: Up to you

Me: Idk about this shit man, where is this coming from?

Trent: Idk any gay guys but you always stare at my crotch when we hang out after school.

Me: What the fuck?

Trent: I don’t think you even realize you do it, but I can tell.

Me: You’re killing me bro

Trent: So do you wanna do it? We will make it worth your while.

Me: Lmao rich fuckers

Trent: We’ll buy you a Switch 2

Me: Lmao they’re not even out yet

Trent: I was jk. We’ll do anything you want though.

Me: I’m kinda scared

But I’ll do it

Trent: Tight

Tomorrow around 10pm? Sneak you in the back of Beckett’s house.

Me: Jeez so soon. You better pay me back good.

Trent: K the boys are excited as fuck. We’ll make sure you have a good time too.

I didn’t reply. Enough had been said. I had no idea if I was going to go through with it. But something told me it was going to be fun as hell. A bunch of other straight guys who just want a wet mouth to service them, and I would get to see what it was like to take some dicks? No strings attached? I had never thought I would do it, but when the opportunity arose, something inside me told me to try it. I went to bed with the biggest boner. I decided to save this one, so I didn’t back out of my deviant plans.

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I woke up as hard as I was when I went to sleep. I muddled through the day, ran errands with my dad, got food with a couple tennis buddies, then went home. My head was spinning all day thinking about what I had said I was going to do with the lax team. I hadn’t heard from Trent all day. Around 5pm, I snapped him to see if they had changed their minds. He responded immediately, making my heart skip a beat.

Trent: Hell no, we’re still on

Making preparations now

Me: Aight

I waited a moment before adding more

Me: I’m scared

Trent: Don’t be, you’re gonna have fun. Trust me. Don’t forget to come into the pool house, go around the side of the main house.

I left it on read. Part of me believed him, that this was going to be a fun moment for everyone. Around 9:45pm I told my dad I was going to bed, and by 9:55 I was climbing out my window, wearing just basketball shorts with no underwear, and a hoodie with no shirt underneath. I walked the short couple blocks to Beckett’s house. I had only been there once before, since we weren’t close. It was a pool party freshman year. It was a giant white house with dark trim. I followed Trent’s instructions, and went through the driveway, around the side of the house. I saw the lights were off in the pool house, but there was a glow through the windows of something playing on the TV.

I messaged him on snap that I had arrived. In seconds the door opened slightly, and he stuck his head around it, his golden-brown curls bouncing with his movement. A lock of his curly hair stuck to his forehead, and I could tell he was sweating already, whatever was going on in there. He smiled when he saw me, then gestured hurriedly for me to come in.

I approached the door quickly, and he grabbed my arm, pulling me in, and shutting the door quickly. I was greeted by five guys sitting on a couch in a darkened room, their dicks out, sticking up to the ceiling. They were holding them by the base, sort of wiggling them, just keeping them hard. They looked at me, and nodded a sort of sup when I approached the couch. I had no idea how this was supposed to start, but they looked ready for something. The sight of them struck me, and I felt my stomach fall out of my ass. I knew all these guys from school, but I wasn’t close to any of them except Trent. There was Beckett, the tall guy. He was 6’4” already and the most muscular guy in the room. I always felt insecure around him, probably like most of the guys in the school, since he was so jacked. Seeing his hard cock somehow made him less intimidating, maybe because he was in sort of a vulnerable position. His dick was nice though, a real handful. I also saw Tucker, the smallest guy on the team, who had a surprisingly large cock. On his small frame, it looked like a fucking sledgehammer. His abs looked good from playing sports, and his face looked young for his age. His blonde hair was slightly longer, going past his ears. Hayes was on the couch as well, kind of a skater boy, medium build, long, but not thick cock, dark, curly hair. Chet and Sutton, brothers, sat at the far end of the couch, looking more than comfortable having their dicks out together. I suspected this wasn’t new to them. 

My heart raced, but I knew I was going to go through with it.

“I’m ready?” said Tucker.

“I called dibs,” said Trent, who quickly dropped his shorts, joining the rest in their nudity. My eyes went straight to Trent’s cock. He was the biggest among them, long and thick like an extra arm hanging off him. He sat on the couch between the others, and they looked at me.

“Hey, fantasy girl,” said Trent, the obvious choice to get things started, “come and suck me.”

I followed my instincts at this point, walking slowly over to the couch in front of them. I channeled the sluts in the videos I had been gooning to for a long time, and my mouth started to water as I looked down at Trent’s unfairly large cock. I heard all the gooner voices in my head “I would love to service a cock like that” and “that cock deserves to be worshiped”. The guys were being quiet, probably as nervous as I was. But I leaned in, and took the head into my mouth. 

It stretched my lips, and I tasted the skin. I felt the heat coming off his body. I immediately felt transformed, unlike any time I had been with a girl. My hands explored his crotch, cupping his large balls, gripping his shaft. My hand couldn’t even go all the way around it. He started to make noise as soon as I touched him, and I was more than ready to give him all the pleasure I could with my mouth. I sank down quickly, and after a quick warning to watch my teeth, I started bobbing rapidly on his cock, just like I had pictured it in my head when Trent first described their fantasy. 

It didn’t take long for the other guys to loosen up. Beckett was impatient, and pulled my head off of Trent over to his cock. My hand stayed on Trent as I started bobbing on Beckett’s cock without missing a beat. Before long I was on my knees, with the guys standing around me calling me names like “slutty bitch” and “good girl”. I was surrounded by a half circle of hung, red cocks from guys I went to school with, and they were larger than average. I started moaning instinctively. I didn’t want to hold back. I was sucking on Tucker’s hung cock and rubbing my hands up his twink body when Chet and Sutton were actually the first ones to cum. They had been jerking off watching me service everyone and apparently couldn’t hold back. They aimed at either side of my face while Tucker held my head and buried himself in my throat. Being stretched while cum drenched my cheeks felt like an internal climax. It was the strangest sensation. I could smell the cum, and somehow it made it all more real. Chet and Sutton sort of collapsed on the couch, playing on their phones and chatting about other things, while the other four continued to share my mouth. 

Trent, my favorite cock among them, started getting really rough with me when he saw that I had no limits. He stuffed my throat mercilessly.

“I’m gonna cum,” he announced, and Chet and Sutton turned to watch, morbid curiosity showing on their faces. I geared up for this. I knew I was going to be getting cum inside me tonight, but there was no way to prepare for it, even if it was coating my cheeks and running down my neck already. I fought off a gag and let him use me as he rapidly stuffed my throat on repeat. The stretching was making me sore but I squinted my eyes and braced for what he needed, tears running down my face. His hands were on the sides of my head, and the only thing I could see were his lacrosse-toned abs tightening sharply, his narrow hips slamming into my face repeatedly until he froze, his long, thick cock buried deep inside me, almost reaching my stomach. His trimmed pubes were mashed against my nose, and my red face held firm as he began pulsing in my mouth and throat. I could sense the jizz traveling through his thick slab of meat and straight into my stomach. My hands held his ass tightly, pulling him into me, encouraging him to fill me up. I heard a strained breath escape him, showing he’d been holding his breath throughout his orgasm. He slowly slurped his cock out of my throat, and I watched it stand strong in my face. I was proud I had taken it. I felt accomplished. My cock was leaking like hell in my shorts, and I could feel the wetness on my balls and on my thighs. Trent looked down at me. 

“Good girl,” he said, before spitting into my mouth. I didn’t even realize my mouth had been hanging open. I swallowed instinctively, accepting my place. In my head, I was counting, three down, three to go.

Hayes was next to grab my head and take me for himself, but apparently he had something else in mind.

“Hey bitch,” he said as he sat back on the couch and lifted his legs, “eat my ass.”

I looked at his hairless, pink hole that appeared as his cheeks parted. I had never, ever thought it would go to this level. My instinct was to tell him to fuck off, but something told me to say yes.

“Just… gimme a minute,” I said, still panting.

To be continued…