Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

One after the other, Gideon's football team chums fucked me on the pool table—the first couple from behind and then I was turned onto my back and a couple took me missionary style.

All the time Gideon sat there, smiling that sneery smile of his and working his meat. His cock was gigantic and gorgeous. I couldn't wait to have it inside me. I had nearly worked through the roster of those present. Gideon's turn couldn't be long in coming now. It was what I had been waiting for, what I had endured this gangbang for.

And then I was being lifted from the table, the team's star fullback's cock still deeply encased inside me. He was holding my pelvis to his, his wide palms on my butt cheeks. I had my fists locked behind his neck and was climbing his hips with my thighs, trying to stay in place as he rose in a standing crouch. He was spreading my cheeks with the palm of his hands, and I felt the presence of someone coming close in behind me. And I opened my mouth wide in surprise and pain and started to bellow as a second hard cock was worrying my hole, trying to enter. I went rigid.

"Relax, sport," the fullback was whispering in my ear. "If you don't relax, you're gonna be split for sure."

And so I relaxed—or as close to that as I could. And I looked over to where Gideon was sitting. But he was gone now. For the briefest second I assumed he was the guy behind me, the bulb of his cock now inside me, the fullback's cock holding steady, as the second one fought for entrance. But then I saw Gideon over by the door, pulling on his T-shirt over his shorts. And moving for the door.

He wasn't even going to stay and watch me being stretched to the limit by two cocks. He was that contemptuous of me. I should have hated him. But I didn't; I wanted him now more than ever.

But I couldn't think of that right now. All of my senses were focused on the second cock slowly moving up inside me. And the embrace of two meaty bodies, the two men now in a deep kiss over my shoulder. And then the slow pumping of the second cock started, and I was moaning and groaning and begging for mercy. The first cock started a countermotion pumping—and I was crying out. Opening to them. Feeling what I'd never felt before inside me. Exulting at taking two cocks and at the sounds of passion coming in stereo on either side of me. And crying out now for . . . the . . . fuck . . . of . . . my life. All the time knowing still that it would be so much better when Gideon was fucking me.

I couldn't put my legs together for two days following my visit to the tabooed pickup bar. I had to hobble around campus to my classes, to the library, and to basketball practice, where the coach excused me from floor practice for three days with a smile that told me that he knew exactly what had happened to me and a look I knew so well that told me that he'd be sniffing around me himself for his share in the near future.

And all of the shuffling around campus was because I was still following Gideon Grant. I was obsessed as always—no, more so. There was nothing rational about it. I had no excuses for my behavior. It was just what I had to do. If someone had told me three months earlier that I would become a stalker, I would have told them they were crazy. But even now, knowing it was me who was crazy, I didn't care. I lived for Gideon to look my way, to beckon to me with his hand, to take me to paradise.