Gay gangbangs with a reluctant guy in the middle of it?

I've always had a hot and heavy fetish for forced gay stories, and in particular, ones where the main character is reluctant to get involved, but learns to love being a cum slut. Here are a few examples:

https://www.literotica.com/s/behind-the-bookstore

http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/35/testedagain.txt

http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/21/house.txt

However, these stories are kind of hard to find since they're a bit niche, and even harder to find well-written ones. So, I'm wondering if any erotica fans here know of similar stories where a guy gets gangbanged reluctantly, but learns to love it? If so, I'd really appreciate any links!

NOTE: I do not want rape stories. Sorry, just not my thing. I want stories where the protagonist is reluctant to get involved, but throws caution to the wind and becomes a whore.

Spring Break with my Stepson continued…

Hi Y’all, Many have asked if anything else happened with my stepson on our spring break trip to see my parents. I’ll admit I wondered if he’d come visit me as I laid on the bed in the room I grew up in. Countless times growing up I’d lay naked, rubbing my pussy and think of different guys coming in to find me nude and take advantage of me. Some of my more embarrassing moments was when I was either on the verge or even cumming as my father would open the door horrified to find me thoroughly enjoying myself with the family dinner candles. This time though was much different, I was now in my early 40’s and thinking of what had happened just a couple nights before as I watched my stepson stroke his massive cock as I fingered my pussy to an earth shattering orgasm. It was all so surreal but also so vividly memorable. I laid there each night remember every intense moment, pulling on my aching nipples and fingering my soaking pussy. I’d hoped he could hear my whimpers as I’d build up to an explosive orgasm and then feel so glad he didn’t as the guilt of what happened was still so strong. Still though when he’d see me throughout my parents’ house he’d smile at me and even glance up against me in the kitchen making me moist at the thought of him lifting up my skirt and fucking me senseless over my parents kitchen table. By the time we made the trip home just a few days later I thought either the entire experience in the motel on the way out never did happen or he stayed true to my request that it was never going to happen again. The drive home was just as trying as the weather didn’t cooperate and provided heavy rain throughout. I again was stressed by the situation and purchased a bottle of wine at the convenience store next to the motel. It was a nice motel and I was able to sit outside on the 3rd floor balcony drinking my wine and watching the light rain as the kids went to bed and my stepson was on his phone laying on the pull out sofa the room had. The balcony over looked the parking lot but in the distance was a small lake where people could trout fish. It was all busy at first but eventually the parking lot was full, mostly with motorcycles, and the trout fishers were gone. Soon though I could hear people on the balcony below and to the side of me. It sounded like the bikers and they had also started drinking. I was into my third glass of wine when my stepson came out on the balcony to join me. He asked if he could have a glass of wine and I certainly said of course. Even though he wasn’t even close to 21 yet he was a Marine and had already been deployed so who was I to deny him a drink. He sipped it down and we chatted about being at my parents, the trip and then inevitably the wild experience in the motel on the way out. The wine and the situation had me horny so when he asked me if I enjoyed myself on that night on the way out I admitted I did but that it wasn’t a very appropriate thing for a stepmom to do. He then told me I wasn’t a very typical stepmom and that I was a self-confessed slut, at least according to my Tumblr. That made us both laugh. He then asked why I stopped him when he was fucking me on my side with him behind me? I almost screamed WHAT??? I quickly told him I didn’t realize he was inside me. He told me yeah and was surprised I didn’t know what. He said he had been playing with my tits for about 15 minutes and I’d become so wet that when he pushed his cock between my legs from behind it slipped right into my pussy and he slowly started fucking me. He said he was going to roll me over and get on top when I pushed him back. OMG that’s when I woke up to find his cock between my thighs, no wonder I was so soaking wet and my nipples ached so much. That shit had been fucking me and I didn’t even know it. So that certainly changed things. He had a huge smile on his face and I didn’t know what to say but you little shit, over and over. You little shit with a huge cock. Three glasses of wine, horny and just realizing I’d already been fucked once by him… I told him to take off his pants. I was going to get what I’d been fantasizing about and show him what a slut I really was. Like a good Marine he responded quickly to the order and dropped his pants. I pulled them all the way off and used them to protect my knees from the cement of the balcony. I checked the parking lot and no one was insight although I would have sucked his cock no matter what at this point. It was rock hard as I grabbed it, smiled up at him and took it in my mouth and down my throat. I heard him say oh fuck yes suck that cock to which I heard the guys on the balcony besides us start laughing. I was stroking his cock, licking his balls and running my hands up and down his body. At one point I reached with both hands up his strong chest and pinching his nipples as I swallowed the entire length of his cock down my throat. “Fuck ya you can suck some cock” he said loud enough to be heard by everyone around. With that I could hear guys clapping and cat calling to save some for them. He then told me to stand up and quickly stripped me nude. He slouched down in the chair and told me straddle the handles on the chair. This spread me wide and he soon had a mouthful of my pussy over him as he licked and tugged on my swollen cunt lips. I started moaning now and I could tell the guys next to us were listening to every sound. He had his tongue as far up my pussy as it would go and also a wet finger up my asshole fucking me as it took me to the verge of cumming. He then returned the trick of reaching up and pinching my big nipples and he quickly flicked his tongue across my clit. That’s all I could take and started trying to muffle my screams as I came and even squirted a little over his face as he continued to lap on my wide open cunt. It took almost a minute to stop cumming and rocking across his face which was now soaked with the fluids quickly escaping my pussy. He took full advantage of my state and had me stand up and grab the railing. He told me he’s always wanted to fuck me like this and knows it’s one of my favorites, at least according to my Tumblr. He sank his massive cock deep in my wanting pussy and started to fuck me hard and fast from the start. Later he said this picture of me made him head out on the balcony to fuck me. The slapping sound of the wetness and hard pounded could be heard across the parking lot and I could now see by turning my head that two bikers had a very good view of my tits swaying with each forceful thrust of a guy half my age. This age difference wasn’t lost on the bikers who were now saying, fuck that Mom, grab her nips. Just hearing them say that threw me into another knee weakening orgasm to which my stepson just fucked me through with even more intensity as he did exactly as they said and had a vise grip with his fingers on my thick hard nipples. The whole situation must have also taken my stepson to his height as he soon pulled out, spun me around and pushed me down as the first spirt hit my chest but the next series of 4-5 laid waste to my face with more cum then I can remember. I tried to catch the first couple of streams in my mouth but the second made me start choking as it hit me just right and the third and fourth hit my eyes and even up my nose. When I came to my senses I could hear the bikers cheering, clapping and laughing at the spectacle they just witnessed. I’ll stop it here with me licking the cum off my stepson’s cock and knowing that this was going to be a blog entry to remember. Kisses, Jen

[F]inally cheated

Tom's place was a small, unexceptional one bedroom. It was clean but not flashy, the furniture was mostly spartan although the couch was nice and the TV was big. I wasn't impressed by the place but I was impressed by how well he kept it. We sat on the couch and he retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen, which he put on the Ikea coffee table.

He moved pretty fast at this point. We chatted and sipped our wine for only a few minutes before he moved in for a kiss and felt me up over my dress. I pulled back to pour myself another glass of wine, which I drank while he sweet talked me. Then he moved in again, kissing me more and flopping my breasts out of my dress. "Damn," he said, and then reached his right hand underneath the lower part of my dress, where he began rubbing against my pussy and clit over the top of my panties with the heel of his hand. At this point I was kissing him back hard and completely turned on. I put my hands up the back of his shirt and ran them up his back, which felt so different, there was not an ounce of flab on it. I could feel his muscles moving as he continued to apply pressure on me, slightly nudging up and down. He started pulling off my soaked panties and I laid on my back, hungrily extending my legs together to help the process along.

[MF] Strict Tutor

Hi all,

I've been writing stories for people on /r/dirtypenpals for some time now, and I've submitted them to some non-Reddit sites. I figure it's time to post them here, and I'll start with one of my favorites..

The afternoon began with the two of us entering my old university library. We walked hand in hand, without a word, though I distinctly remember catching your eye and smiling at you, squeezing your hand as I did so. I was dressed in dark dress shoes, black suit pants and a black collared shirt, sleeves rolled up, my tattoos contrasting with my professional demeanour. You were wearing a grey cardigan, buttoned up, over a white blouse and a red and black tartan skirt, slightly shorter than would be normally acceptable. This, alongside your long white socks and black heels attracted more than their face share of glances. You had a black backpack on your back, and I was carrying a suitcase.

Finally [m]et my Tinder match!

I matched with a girl on Tinder who was a year younger than me. We actually had a very impressive conversation going on, but she lived in a town 2 hours away from me, so nothing really went past flirting and the typical "if I'm ever in your town, we'll grab dinner" type of conversation.

A month later, after I had gotten her number, I texted her to let her know that I would be in town visiting some friends, and that I'd love to take her out.

We met at a coffee/dinner place for coffee, and talked for 2 hours. I slyly slid my foot up her leg a little bit, and she smirked as she was talking to me. Clearly she was into it.

My friends and I had plans to have supper that night, but things were going so well with this girl (Katie, we'll call her) that I kinda wanted to keep hanging out with her. So I told her that I had plans, but that she was welcome to come along. I didn't really expect her to, but she was game. I texted my friends and said "I'm bringing my Tinder date" and he said, "Yeah, great, me too" not expecting me to be telling the truth.

She came for pain.

She came for pain.

There was piece missing. An itch that could not be scratched. A hunger that could not be sated. A thirst that could not be quenched. A wish not granted. A match un-struck.

Tonight that would all change. Tonight she would find what she needed. Tonight she came for pain.

She had gathered up her courage, locked away her shame. She had reached out to the world.

She screamed out into the night, like a wolf howling in the distance. In that dark night someone heard, someone brave enough to howl back. Now she was here.

Standing outside of his door. Nearly naked underneath her coat. She was ready. She knew why she was here, she knew what she wanted. She raised her steady hand to knock on a strangers door. She came for pain.

There was piece missing. An itch that could not be scratched. A hunger that could not be sated. A thirst that could not be quenched. A wish not granted. A match un-struck.

Tonight that would all change. Tonight he would find what he needed. Tonight she came for pain.

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Mirror Image – Part 1 [mf | mf]

They say cities are for the young, and I’m inclined to agree. Overcrowded and fast-paced, you need a certain vitality just to keep up. It would be damn near impossible to cross the street with a cane, dodging taxis, bike messengers, and tourists before the light turned. Plus there are so many opportunities to meet people: bars, gyms, universities and parks. That would all be wasted on the old. With a young, attractive population, a vibrant city is the place to be.

That’s just how Rachel and I met, swing dancing on a Saturday night. Maybe that’s not your typical story, but could you imagine it happening out in suburbia? A year and a half later we moved into Highland Manor, a three-story apartment building. It was by no means our first choice, but it has ample space, big bright windows, and cheap rent. But seriously, the name? The landlord was either overly ambitious or had a sense of humor. It’s hardly on highland – the basement and occasionally the first floor flood with a heavy rain. And ‘Manor’ is a comically optimistic title. It’s a place to live, that’s about it.

“I didn’t lock the door. I never did.”

This actually happened last night in my friend’s apartment. I don’t know how or why it happened but I am so glad it did. Enjoy.

Marley and I met in the first week of our college and since then we were always hanging out together. Studying, drinking or smoking the occasional cigarette. After a few months of coming to her apartment I noticed a guy. Her roommate was named Thom and we’ve become the closest friends in these few years.

I had always found Thom an attractive guy – he had long blonde surfers hair <3 – , but I always heard him talking about the girls he had pulled the night before, so I figured to just be friends before I broke my heart once more. Although he never really tried anything with me he was always very touchy – not only with me btw – and he would always make jokes of how he would steal my clothes if Marley wasn’t sitting between us (we were obviously high).

Last night we had the plan to go out with some friends. I decided to go take a bath at Marley’s after dinner to freshen up, get all the sweat out of my hair and maybe take a tub nap.

The Naughty Neighbor

My name is John, I live in a middle class apartment complex just outside of Houston. Now I say middle class, because it’s on the nice north side of Houston. And the apartments are tiny 500sq ft. for $650 a month. And there probably the cheapest apartments in the woodlands. There is one thing no matter what kind of apartments you live that’s always a problem, noisy neighbors. The couple in the apartment next to me were always fighting, mostly over stupid shit. Yes, I can hear every word they yell at each other through the thin walls.

 

Now when they weren’t fighting they were awesome to hang around with. Id met Thomas first, we normally would talk about how the local Houston teams were doing, as we saw each other in passing, or at the laundry mat. Now his girlfriend Raven, was smoking hot, without being super model fake either. She stood just at 5'4. with long brown hair and wouldn’t have weighed more than 115lbs. if it weren’t for her breasts. They’re big, big enough for me to get curious enough to ask if they were fake.

 

I cheat on my long term girlfriend with men

Throw away account… I've been with my girlfriend for over 2 years and we got together when I was 17 and now I'm 20.

When I was 17 and before I was with her I discovered I was Bi by having sex with a 31 year old ugly broke at a party… extremely enjoyed it but only very few people in my life even know that that happened.