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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 32: Wrestling Team’s gangbang (Part 2)
“FUCKING GROSS!” Someone said.
“Is that an elephant dick attached to a human being or what?”
“I’m not sure we can call this guy a human being. Do fags even belong to that kind?”
More laughter. I smiled with them. Well, as much as I could with my mouth full. I already knew my dick was a monstrous gigantic thing.
One dude came in my throat in a middle of a blowjob. I was not expecting it but gladly swallowed everything. He got severely scolded by Coach Ranson though.
“Forget about your pay, asshole. You’re not here for enjoying a quickie for Christ’s sake! This is a professional shoot.”
Definitely, this would not be a quickie. I was used and degraded for hours and hours.
One of the crazy things I noticed was that even if I was mostly blinded by feet, ass, hands, and cocks covering my eyes, I could still recognize my teammates’ cocks when I was sucking one of them. I had become accustomed to their respective tastes.
When I realized that I was blowing Damian’s huge dick, I felt something very peculiar in my stomach. He had come back for more in the end. Was it because Coach Ranson made him? Or did he really want me? Did that mean anything at all?
Either way, I made sure to deep-throat his dick like a freaking vacuum to remind him of what he was missing. Damian had to stop me not to cum. His dick was ready to explode!
I kissed his cockhead sensually before moving on to someone else’s sausage.
For the other dudes, the “Pornstars” invited by the Coach, my palate had to get used to new tastes and smells. But I could not complain, they were all packing big thick cocks, oozing precum all over my body and inside my throat, like the professionals that they were! I would be ingesting so much alpha cum! Yummy!
I was lost in my thoughts about the sweet or salty taste of precum when suddenly…
“Hmmmmm…”
Eli had just shoved a XXL dildo up my hole. In one go! Fuck, I felt it deep! What was that? Ten inches?!
“Sorry, Scotty! I need to prepare it for my cock!” He laughed it off.
People took turn playing with the dildo back and forth in my ass and I saw not so far away Amir bouncing himself on a huge toy as well. Was he really trying to beat me up at this game? There was no chance in hell he was a better cunt than I was!
Coach Ranson was even more present from this point on. He would avoid being seen in the frame of the cameras, but like any good director, he would select the actors for each scene and the cast would follow his instructions.
More slaps? No problem. Damian was too happy to oblige. Spitting on my ass? Sure, Harry could do that. Jerking off two cocks at once? Of course, I had two hands, I better put them at good use!
Eli’s tenacity and obsession with my ass ended up paying. He was chosen to fuck me first. A great honour. Damian looked pissed.
It was decided that the other men would move away from the main stage for a few minutes so Francis could pick up the best camera and record my first sodomy live. Close-ups were mandatory.
Eli followed the directions of our Coach to the letter: he pulled the dildo which had been ravaging my guts from my ass to shove it in my mouth so I could taste my own ass, he then proceeded to rim my gaping hole, and finally, he inserted his thick hard cock in my wet asshole.
The penetration was painful but I took it without flinching. I was taking my first black cock in my ass and it procured me a sensation different from Coach Ranson and Damian’s. It would definitely not be the last!
“It swallows it so good!” Eli said, pushing himself inside me, doggystyle, one arm on my back, the other holding the dildo to face-fuck me at the same time.
You can say what you want but college wrestlers definitely know a thing or two about balancing their body parts. Besides, it was probably a smart idea to fill my mouth or I would have probably screamed.
When his big black balls fapped loudly against my bum, my own dick throbbed and let go of several spurts of cum. More howling and more clapping ensued.
In my daze, I briefly saw some guys drinking a beer on the side lines, waiting for their turn. They were so casual about this whole thing. I was thirsty too but there was no break for me. I did not know it yet but I would swallow their raunchy piss later on.
“That’s my boy! That’s my Scotty!” Coach Ranson was claiming, beaming with pride.
Finally, Eli let go of the dildo in my mouth to focus and pound me properly. A few minutes in, he was destroying my guts and I was begging for more.
“Fuck… Fuck yeah… Oh…. That’s too good… More… Hmmmm…” I moaned, looking straight at the camera.
My fans must have been very happy. I heard that someone had just donated five hundred bucks!
In a sense, it was a good thing to start with Eli. When I had to take Cory, Tom or even Amir’s cocks later on, it felt so much easier! To be fair, I still struggled when it came time to Damian and the bunch of 10 inchers Pornstars to bang me, but overall, I would say that my debut performance was both critically and popularly acclaimed.
Once there were enough shots of me getting fucked and we had switched positions a couple of times, more men came back on or around the mattress to fill my mouth and/or my ass, or simply to rub their cocks against every inch of my fit body.
Coach Ranson was always making sure we were providing entertaining shots for our audience and that the guys focused all of their attention, and their spunk, onto me.
I was the star of the day after all!
People watching the live-stream were begging to see me sitting on more cocks and a bunch of guys lied down on the mattress so I could impale myself on them. After sitting and bouncing on a stiffed cock of an Asian guy who looked very much like Travis, I reconnected with Damian’s monster cock.
Of course, I waited for the Head Coach’s nod of approval before impaling myself onto him.
Even after all this extra practise, it still felt like Damian was rearranging my guts when he thrusted himself into me. He was definitely one of the biggest cocks in the room. I could feel Damian was still loving my ass very much though, his dick throbbing, pulsating and leaking inside my ravaged hole.
Again, I was proud.
Just for fun, Eli and him tried to fit both of their cocks in my ass but their first attempt was a failure. Eventually though, after nearly three hours of deep anal fucking, the double penetration would become easier.
But we will get there.
Every time someone had a “mishap”, - Robert’s way to call someone who would cum by mistake -, the Coach would bark at them while making sure I would swallow every last drop. No waste!
“Fuck! This is a professional shoot!” He was yelling sometimes. “We have a plan! This is not your recreation time, boys! Cum is only authorized when I say so!”
The Coach was so demanding that I was worried that my own performance was not levelling up to the expectations. Thankfully, during the few times I had a break (maybe for 10 minutes within the four and half hours of shooting), Coach Ranson was very reassuring.
He would read me live comments of fans who were saying how much they were enjoying watching me swallowing all those dicks, sucking dirty toes, rimming asses or fucking myself with a cucumber. That was an idea of Doctor Peterson, to help me prepare my hole a bit more.
I mean, the fans could be happy, we did offer them some epic moments!
At some point, I managed to handle six cocks at once… Whilst fucking another man!
Picture the scene: Eli and Damian were lying on each side of the mattress, their two dicks meeting in the middle. I started by stroking both of their dicks, rubbing them against each other. I spat on them, licked them off, and struggled – but managed – to take them both in my mouth. Just that, was an accomplishment in itself.
Then, after a long rimming session from Tom (who had made incredible progress since the beginning of the year), and more dildos, fruits and dicks of various sizes shoved up my ass, I did end up being able to sit on Damian and Eli’s shafts at the same time!
I mean, I was gaping so much, my hole was just a huge tunnel at that point.
I could not impale myself fully, but I had their two cocks, rubbing themselves and going back and forth in my hole. Let me tell you that, everyone was mesmerized by my talent.
“Look at what you have become, boy! Your mom must be so proud!” Francis said. “Maybe she’s watching!”
What a prick!
At the same time, Harry (who was still the most reserved guy of the wrestling team, but now clearly in the mood) and Coach Daniel stood up on each side of me so I could stroke their dicks.
They were hard and firm in my hands, slippery after I had blown them.
But Cory and the Latino guy from the “exploring the cave” episode joined the group (again, following the instructions of the Head-Coach) and pressing themselves against Harry and Daniel, they managed to push each of their wet cocks in my eager mouth.
“Two dicks in the ass, two in the hands, and two in the throat!” Robert de Portier yelled, completely amazed. “That boy is a real champion! You were so right Coach, so right about him!”
And if this was not incredible enough, Amir found his way in the middle of these jocks, muscles and fleshes. As I was impaling myself deeper onto Damian and Eli, my hole being stretched to its absolute limit, the hairy Arab sat down on my own elephant cock!
Or at least, he gave it a good try.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!” Amir screamed, his asshole only swallowing my cockhead and the tip of my cock. “That dick feels like a freaking arm! Fuuuuuuuck.”
He lost his balance and fell over me which had me only going deeper down my teammates’ cock while choking myself with the dicks I was swallowing. The biggest problem was: I could not help myself from cumming!
The volleys of cum flew out of my humongous cock like a freaking geyser and sprayed everyone around me!
I feared that the Coach would not be satisfied with me on this one but on the contrary, he was ecstatic:
“GLORIOUS! SIMPLY GLORIOUS!”
“The wrestling team has definitely gone wild!” One of the fans on the livestream said.
True. Although “wild” was probably not of a strong enough word. What adjective would be fitting for the rest of that gangbang? Every time I thought we could not get any nastier, someone, generally the Head Coach or Doctor Peterson, was coming up with a more scandalous or filthy idea.
Amir and I ended-up taking an extra-long pink double-ended dildo up our holes until we reached our respective asses. We were trying to see who could swallow more inches of that gigantic toy.
I thought I was going to tear-up my guts but we got lots of donations from the fans and I definitely outdid Amir!
“See, Amir, that’s how it’s done!” Doctor Peterson slammed him, clearly disappointed that his protégé could not rival with me.
Then, the Doctor looked at some of professional male performers and ordered: “Piss on his face.”
After all this time, I was still naïve. I thought he meant Amir since I had beaten him to the punch in the dildo competition, but no. Apparently, the piss was the reward, not the punishment!
I instinctively opened my mouth and let six male Pornstars empty themselves on me.
“GOLDEN SHOWER TIME!” Francis yelled, like a freaking maniac.
Golden, it was. The piss was warm, thick and yellow after all those cheap beers. Not that refreshing if you want my opinion. But I was not going to whine about that…
At that time, some of the fans did leave the live-stream considering this was going too far, but at the same time, we received our highest donation thus far.
Robert de Portier summed it well:
“Lesson one in communication, gentlemen! It is not the number of people who hate you that matters, but the number of people who are truly dedicated to your brand! Those are the people we need to please! Keep on pissing, gentlemen!”
I sucked toes, fingers, hands, cocks, nipples. I feasted on armpits, assholes, precum, sweat and piss. I twerked my ass when the guys were getting tired of fucking me to keep them in the mood, and then, I did all the work, fucking myself on their cocks.
I was spat on, pissed on, jizzed on, slapped, spanked, mocked, insulted, choked, and of course, fucked in every position possible. In many ways, I was humiliated and degraded. But in another way, I was acclaimed and cheered on.
In short, I was a King!
I was the best Bitch in the entire state! Who cared whether or not I was the best Wrestler too? Being a cock-addicted slut was my true calling and it had taken me an entire year to understand it.
By the end of this four hours fucking session, I understood why Coach Ranson had been so careful about the guys cumming and wasting their jizz. He had planned a big finish.
I was frustrated at first, noticing that he was taking the guys away from me as soon as they were about to cum.
What the hell? I thought. All of this work and I could not even swallow their loads?! This was simply rude and very unlike the Coach to deprive me of good, fresh, and warm semen. Was not it all the point of this? To give me energy for the competition the next day?
Thankfully, the Head Coach had thought about everything and once again, I should never have doubted him.
My co-stars that day were all asked to cum in a huge bowl made of glass. When we reached the end of the shoot and Damian had been appointed to bring me the bowl, I was flabbergasted.
The remaining Wolves had not jizzed yet, but the bowl must have been containing at least a full gallon of pure cum already.
I had never seen that much spunk in my life. White, thick, warm. A dozen of pornstars had emptied themselves in it, and more was coming! This was beyond anything I could imagine.
“Here comes your protein, son.” Coach Ranson told me like a caring father.
Believe it or not, I was eager to swallow it all!
I stroked my teammates off one by one and because they were well trained, they only ejaculated when the Head-Coach told them to. Even Tom could now control his orgasms.
Harry, Amir, Eli, Tom, Cory, Daniel, and finally Damian, each of them nutted in the bowl while I was playing with their balls and/or their cocks, except for Amir who required some ass fingering before cumming.
Apparently, there were some legal issues preventing Ranson, Peterson, De Portier and Francis to be featured on the live-stream but they still emptied themselves in the bowl off camera.
Ultimately, twenty-four horny men had offered me their juice and the container, despite being huge, was full.
Damian was picked by the Coach to help me ingesting the whole thing. I am not going to lie: that was rough, even by my standards.
Damian pressed my face inside the bowl without any warning and I was suddenly drowning in cum. It was fine at first, a surreal but incredible experience, but it lasted way too long; I thought I was about to die.
When he finally released me, people were shouting: “cum-stick, cum-stick, cum-stick!” but it took me a full ten minutes to recover my breath.
I saw my reflection in one of the cameras, my face was unrecognizable, drenched, coated, I was wearing a full mask of white spunk. I could barely open my eyes. Bubbles were forming in my mouth of course, but in my nostrils as well.
Then, Damian pushed me again in the bowl and I proceeded to actually drink the entire thing.
It took nearly a full half hour for me to drink it all. I mean, it was not only drinking, I was also re-ingesting cum through my ass thanks to Damian’s coated fingers, and some of the spunk simply dried on my skin. If that would not turn me back to straight, I wondered what would.
Ah… How stupid could I be? Apparently very…
But don’t give up on me just yet. I was so close to uncover the whole truth at this point.
[Finale chapter and Epilogue are coming next week! Who's ready for the conclusion?]
