Ray stood in the corner of the room, a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. The party was going great, and everyone seemed to be a lot of fun. Ray’s roommate, Bobby, had invited him, and though he was nervous about not knowing anybody, he was glad that he had decided to come. There were a lot of men at the house party, but a few women were hanging out on the patio as well. The people seemed friendly and talkative, and Bobby introduced him to a few people so that he could get in on the conversations and mingle a bit.
Bobby had moved in to Ray’s apartment a few months earlier, and was a perfectly considerate roommate. They got along well, and after about a month, Bobby had revealed to Ray that he was gay. Ray didn’t have any problem with this, of course, though he considered himself completely straight. He was comfortable enough after this amount of time that going to a private house party with him felt like it could be fun. When they arrived, he noticed there was dancing in the middle of the living room. There seemed to be a lot of men dancing, and only a few girls sort of in the middle of the group. He wondered if all of the men were trying to get close to the women, and though he enjoyed dancing, he didn’t want to crowd the ladies and make them more uncomfortable.
After an hour or so, Ray noticed that the girls had gone back out to the patio to smoke, and that the dance floor was now crowded with only guys. They must just really like to dance, he thought. He looked down at the collection of beer bottles that he had placed on the table beside him. Six drinks in less than two hours. Ray was starting to feel the alcohol, he looked around the room and his inhibitions all but disappeared. He strutted out from his corner, bobbing his head to the bass heavy music, and made his way into the dancing area.
The music was loud, and the booze had him swaying and moving along with the beat. He worked his way into the group, sliding between the muscular, manly bodies that crowded the space. He lifted his beer, bopping back and forth with the other dancers that now noticed that he was joining them. A couple of taller men smiled at him, making room for him to dance in between them, and the others seemed to be getting close, squeezing into the space around him. Ray knew that the room wasn’t large, and that he was invading the area, so he assumed that the lack of space was involuntary. He took another sip of beer, not worrying about the crowd as he danced along with the others.
The tempo of the music increased, and the dance floor seemed to become more crowded. The men that were directly around Ray, began to squeeze in closer and tighter, their firm bodies pressing around him and rubbing against him as they all moved to the music. As he closed his eyes and nodded his head up and down to the beat, Ray felt a strong hand cup his backside and give his cheek a squeeze. He quickly turned to look behind him, but couldn’t see who had touched him. There were about eight or nine men crowded tightly around him, sweaty bodies and hands everywhere.
A tall, bleached blonde man with a square jaw eyed him and gave him a smirk as he danced closely with his arms over his head. A six foot tall ebony adonis with a tight white t-shirt was pressed up against him, the man’s chest rubbing back and forth against Ray’s right arm. A bronze tanned hand reach around and started to feel Ray’s cotton t-shirt, fondling his pectorals and groping at his chest with no shame. The space was so tight that Ray could barely move, never mind turn around to see who it was that was touching him.
Soon, there firm, grasping hands all over his body. Ray was being groped and manhandled on the dance floor, hot, sweaty bodies pressing against him. He feels some subtle grazes against his crotch, hands and bodies rubbing up against him as the other men moved around him. Ray saw the blond man in front of him. He was eyeing Ray up and down, undressing him with his eyes. Ray didn’t seem to notice, or to mind the closeness of the other men on the dance floor, and the blond man turned around and bent forward a bit. He backed up, bouncing his backside up and down, and grinding back against the front of Ray’s pants.
Ray just laughed and gestured jokingly at the man, who was now looking back over his shoulder with a smile as he twerked against Ray’s crotch. Ray just danced along, jokingly smacking the man on the ass as he fooled around with his new found friends. He thought nothing of it, just a few guys goofing around at a party. Soon, however, Ray felt a familiar, yet strange sensation underneath his pants. The firm, yet cautious rubbing of this man against him, caused his member to twitch and stiffen. He grew harder and harder the more his crotch was molested by the round ass that twerked up against him.
When the man stood up straight again, Ray’s noticeable erection was clearly visible through his jeans. He suddenly felt hands grab at his bulge, feeling the outline of his unwanted boner and and fondling him in ways that he didn’t expect. Ray was starting to get annoyed and frustrated with the way he was being touched, and began to realize that all of the men at the party were not straight, as he once had thought.
Ray realized quickly that he was uncomfortable in the position that he was now stuck in. He had to get off of the dance floor and out of this room that was filled with handsy gay men that didn’t seem to have any sense of boundaries. He started trying to work his way through the crowd, pushing past the muscular bodies that surrounded him. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t pull himself away from the grasping hands that were holding him in place, and soon, he felt the button at the top of his jeans pop open.
“Woah, who the hell is doing that?” Ray mumbled, still holding his nearly empty beer bottle. He was really starting to feel that alcohol now, and he swayed a bit as the men around him began to pull his jeans down his legs. There were hands all over him, holding him still while someone yanked the pant legs down over his feet. He was almost off the ground completely as the crowd of strange men undressed him, and within a few seconds, his pants were being carried away through the crowd. They all started to back off a bit, staring and howling and cheering as Ray stood there in the middle of the room in his underwear.
He saw a man rushing off down a long hallway, Ray’s jeans under his arm as he ducked into a dark bedroom. Ray angrily followed him, dashing down the hall and rushing into the bedroom after the thief. He entered the room, the only light coming from the open window. Ray searched the wall beside the door for a light switch, and when he finally flicked it on, he saw the man.
He stood about six feet tall, with bronze skin and a slim but athletic build. He had short, buzzed brown hair and slight stubble on his face. His tight, ivory shirt clung to his toned body, and he wore a pair of dark, skin tight jeans. He was grinning at Ray, looking him up and down and waving his stolen jeans playfull in the air.
Ray was about to step forward and confront the man, when he heard someone behind him. He turned to see two men step into the room behind him. One was a tall, ebony skinned adonis with a snug, light blue t-shirt that outlined his enormous pecs and rock hard abs. His short, jet black hair grew into his neatly trimmed beard, and he grinned at Ray, who stood embarrassed in his underwear.
The other man was very slender, with pale white skin and long, orangish hair tied up in a messy man-bun. His face was clean shaven and freckled, and he wore a forest green button up shirt with brown dress pants. He was slightly shorter than the other men, but his slim body made him look tall.
“Hey! Marty, Kenny, look what I got!” The man shouted to his friends, holding Ray’s jeans up in the air with a victorious smirk. The two men laughed at their friend’s antics, and stepped forward, forcing Ray further into the room.
“I don’t know, Duke.” The red headed man, that Ray assumed to be Marty, began. “I still think he’s wearing to much. I think we should take of that shirt, too.”
As Ray turned back toward Duke, he saw that he was now laying on the bed, on top of his pants. Ray was standing half naked, his erection visible through his thin boxer briefs, and he was getting angrier. He pounced onto the bed, mounting Duke and trying to lull his jeans out from under the man’s body. They struggled a bit, Ray reaching around Duke to grasp his stolen garment, and Duke grabbing at Ray’s wrists and holding him back while he laughed. During the conflict, Ray’s hardened cock couldn’t be contained. It worked it’s way out of his boxer briefs, and poked out until his cock was exposed to the room that was now full of gay men, watching the clamour on the bed.
“Well look what we have here.” Duke joked, grabbing onto Ray’s shaft as they scuffled. Ray stopped in his tracks, looking into the eyes of this bold man. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but was somehow turned on by the sudden molestation.
“Woah, wh-what the fuck, man?” Ray stumbled over his words, lightly protesting but not pulling away.
Duke chuckled at this self proclaimed heterosexual, and he looked over at the large group of men that had collected at the bedroom door. He gestured for them to enter, and soon the door closed and the room was filled with seven more men.
Ray didn’t know what to do. He tried to comprehend the situation that he had gotten himself in, but before he could process the events in question, he was surrounded by handsy gay men. They stripped off his shirt, and someone yanked his boxer briefs down and pulled them off completely. Ray was now laying naked on the bed, Duke and two other men holding him down as he struggled to free himself from the strong grasp of his attackers.
He resisted as best he could, but the snickers and whispers about his stiff, throbbing manhood made him feel weak and light headed. He wanted to stop what was happening, but there was something about the feeling of helplessness that made him feel free to explore something so forbidden and taboo. Ray knew that he was straight, he had never even had an inclination that he might be gay, but if he had no control over the situation then what was about to happen couldn’t make him gay, right?
Ray’s member was at full mast, and his body was exposed and at the mercy of almost a dozen horny gay men. Their hands were all over him, groping and feeling every inch of his naked form. He looked straight up at the ceiling, trying to pull his arms free. He was starting to get nervous, the alcohol playing with his mind as he went back and forth between his thoughts of experimentation and his self assurance that he was completely straight. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, and soon he was struggling hard to escape.
“This isn’t cool you guys. Seriously, let me go!” Ray shouted as he squirmed. The sensation of a strong masculine hand palming his balls made his voice crack, and he whimpered slightly as an unknown man slid his fingers all the way up his twitching shaft. Ray looked down to see Marty looking up at him, a grin on his face and a firm grasp on his cock. Marty began to stroke Ray’s trembling manhood, and with a devilish wink, he lowered his head and took Ray’s leaking mushroom head into his mouth.
It was a sensation that he was familiar with, but Ray had never experienced having his dick sucked by another guy. It seemed different than when he would receive a blowjob from a woman. Marty seemed to really know what a man likes, and his skillful tongue made Ray shutter and let out a soft moan. Ray quickly tried to compose himself, struggling pitifully and staring down at the busy mouth of the man giving him such confusing pleasure.
Marty took Ray’s full length down his throat, tonguing his shaft and cupping his balls all the while. Ray couldn’t understand why he was enjoying this so much. He knew he was completely straight, he was sure that he wasn’t attracted to any of them guys, or any guys at all for that matter. He had always been hererosexual, but the confusion lingered in his mind as he let this strange man pleasure him. Marty’s gentle caressing of his sac was intriguing, and his legs trembled as his cock ventured deeper down Marty’s throat. Marty’s hands teased Ray’s inner thighs, fondling his balls and humming into his mound.
Ray was lost in thought, confused about the pleasure he was feeling, and the identity he had always known. Just as his mind was racing, Kenny appeared beside him with his pants off and his thick cock in his hand. He knelt on the bed beside Ray’s head, presenting himself to the struggling captive. Ray looked up at him, still groaning to himself as Marty deepthroated his twitching member. Kenny waved his manhood at Ray, and he couldn’t help but admire the girth of this well hung man. He had never been this close to another man’s cock before, and there was something so intriguing about it. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, and Kenny crawled closer and closer until his oozing tip was just inches away from Ray’s face.
“Mmm, now don’t you want to have a lick of that juicy dick, straight boy?” Kenny chuckled, and the whole group of men laughed along with him. “I bet you’ve never had you dick sucked like that before. And I bet you haven’t had a nice big dick in your mouth before either. It’s just so precious when a straight boy gets to suck his first cock.”
Kenny’s teasing made Ray’s stomach flutter, and he couldn’t manage to find the words to respond. He stared unsubtly at the thick meat that was presented to him, looking at the incredible girth and the blue veins running across Kenny’s shaft. The mushroom shaped tip was engorged, and a droplet of precum sat on the end of the meaty head.
Ray had never considered sucking another man’s dick before, in fact, he had never even considered the idea as a possibility. He had never had any inclination that he may be cock hungry, or even fantasized momentarily about having a penis in his mouth. He hadn’t spent much time around gay men, and his living with Frank was the msot interaction he had ever had with a homosexual male. Even when Frank moved in, there were no dreams or harmless thoughts. Not once. But, somehow in this moment, Ray stared helplessly at this massive piece of meat. He knew that if Kenny got even an inch closer to him, that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from opening his mouth and devouring the throbbing tool at his disposal.
“I think you deserve a nice fat one to eat for your first time. Here you go, darlin’, have a lick.” Kenny placed his moist tip against Ray’s trembling lips, and he immediately tasted the bitter precum that glazed his mouth.
The experience was one that Ray had never known. His lips parted, and Kenny’s swollen tip found its way into his mouth. The flavour was surprising, and Ray tok in more of the shaft until he felt the strange man’s head kiss the back of his throat. He looked up at this adonis hovering over him, the probing eyes and slick smile making Ray shiver. He tried to look around at all of the men that surrounded him. His eyes darted from side to side and a variety of eyes stared back at him. Thin twinks, muscular gay Gods, husky bears. Their eyes were hungry and they watched as the reluctant straight boy was given his first taste of cock.
The group wailed and whooped as Ray lifted his head up from the pillow and gobbled Kenny’s delicious mass. He had lost himself in the moment, and for the first time, he questioned his sexuality. Surely getting your dick sucked by another man didn’t make you gay, he thought. But, now that he was bobbing his head back and forth and lapping up the juices that dribbled from Kenny’s manhood, he wondered if he had crossed the line. Did this make him gay? Was he bisexual? Was he simply experimenting? What did all of this mean?
“Ooh, I don’t believe this is your first time!” Kenny tittered, resting his hand on the back of Ray’s head. “You have the perfect dick sucking lips.”
This made Ray’s mind race. Did they not believe he was straight? Perhaps they all did this because they thought he and Frank were not just roommates. Or, perhaps this was all a game that they were playing to turn the straight boy gay. No matter how these events transpired, Ray was lost in the experience, and he couldn’t fathom what this meant for him and his sexuality. He looked Kenny up and down, noticing his firm, toned physique. His dark chocolate skin and his eight-pack abs were mesmerizing. His firm pecs and his massive biceps were intimidating, and Ray continued to suck his fat cock, convincing himself that he had no choice. Surely, he queried to himself, being held down and forced into this situation meant that anything that happened was completely non consensual. He wasn’t gay, he was under duress.
Ray was so enthralled in giving his first blowjob, and he was so lost in thought about what this all meant, that he hadn’t noticed Marty pull away from his wet, throbbing pole. Now, as he pulled his head back a bit and looked down the bed, he saw a different man between his legs. The man was on his hands and knees, facing away from Ray with his velvety smooth ass sticking out and ready to be used. Kenny quickly yanked his cock away, and the men around him pulled Ray up to a kneeling position behind this new stranger. He was surrounded by the geoup of gay men, chanting for him to stick his cock into this forbidden hole.
“I…I’m not gay.” Ray repeated, more to convince himself than to convince the group. No matter how many times he said it or thought it, he just stared down at the round, firm backside. He tentatively reached forward, and spread the cheeks of the moaning stranger. The perfect pink starfish beckoned to him, and his mind, again began to wander.
What could it hurt? Everyone knows that fucking another guy in the ass doesn’t make you gay, it wasn’t as if he was the one taking cock. Besides, all these men around holding him in place, he didn’t really have a choice. Ray took in a deep breath, sure that what was about to happen was perfectly innocent. He shuffled forward and avoided the stares of the group. He pressed his engorged tip to the man’s hole, and with one smooth, cautious motion, he inserted himself inside the asshole of his first gay lover.
The sensation was better than he had ever imagined it could be. This hole was so tight and warm, it felt better than any woman he had ever been inside. Ray’s eyes rolled back, and he let out a soft whimper as he let himself sink deeper inside the moaning stranger. Before he knew it, he was thrusting back and forth while the group cheered. Ray gripped the man’s hips and pounded his ass, enjoying the tight hole that hugged his shaft so thoroughly. He looked down at the arching back of the pale skinned blonde man that he had danced with in the other room, and he hammered harder as he relished in this taboo experience.
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