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Twink on Top: The Male Cheerleader

Here is the beginning of Twink on Top: The Male Cheerleader, a hot new tale in the Twink on Top series!

Charlie was insulted when he found out the girls just assumed he wanted to suck off every football player on the team. It was an accurate guess on their part, but they had no reason to think that except a general stereotype of slutty gay men. So Charlie really wanted to decline the plan they had come up with.
He didn’t decline it, but he wanted them to think he might.
The cheerleading squad consisted of fourteen girls and Charlie. They were best friends, and the girls were almost as slutty as Charlie. That was half the reason he had joined the cheerleading squad. He figured he’d be surrounded by sexy straight guys all the time.
That prediction was proven correct, but it was less satisfactory than it seemed. At first Charlie was overjoyed to watch the cheerleaders take turns sucking off Malik, the quarterback, but soon it became old hat. He watched them take turns “reverse-gangbanging” every guy on the team, or almost every guy. Not every cheerleader participated, but most of them did. They thought it was hilarious; they tried to make it like those interracial gangbang porn, with lots of trash-talking and awkward-looking positions, but with lots of girls and one man.
One of the few players they didn’t think was sexy was Gaspack. He was a linebacker, and like most linebackers, he was huge.
He wasn’t fat, but he hardly had a perfect body either. He was one of those men who was too muscular to have a six-pack. His belly jutted out with the sheer power of his oversized frame. He had an ass that just didn’t quit — too plump to be a “bubble-butt” but plenty round and thick and inviting. Charlie just wanted to spend hours covering it in whipped cream and licking it off.
They called him Gaspack because he supposedly used to light his farts on fire back in high school. Charlie thought that was gross and nonsensical and kinda cute. Gaspack was goofy, with a big round face, a perpetually uncombed shock of thick black hair, and an awkward sprinkling of tufts of hair over his strapping chest.
At a giggley late-night drinking session on Saturday, Charlie and the girls had rated the members of the football team. The discrepancy over Gaspack’s ranking was tremendous — Charlie rated him rather highly, while the girls uniformly put him on the bottom of the list.
That was what had sparked the girls to come up with this plan, which Charlie had agreed to because it was hot even if he also found it insulting.
“Hey, so we’re having a sauna, Gaspack, and you can come in if you want…” said Suzie, the head cheerleader.
Gaspack’s eyes opened wide. Everyone else in the locker room fell silent. They usually did when one of the girls came in. Gaspack had never been invited into the sauna with the cheerleaders before.
He grinned like a goofy bastard, and he even did a little dance there in front of Suzie. That made his jockstrap bounce, and his pecs shake. Suzie squealed a little, disgusted because of his big caveman-like face leering at her. She blushed.

Asian Nerds Can Gang Too!

Here’s a sample from Asian Nerds Can Gang Too!, a hardcore group bw/am tale!

 

Camilla was excited to go out on a date on Friday. She had been out on dates before; she had even been out on dates with Malik on many occasions.

But this date was different. It felt more real, more mature, because it was now their “date night”. Camilla had been upset that her boyfriend, Malik, a basketball star at the college they both attended, took her out on dates rarely. She insisted that they set up a date night, just like Camilla’s parents had done. Just like them, she set it up for Tuesdays. That worked well with Malik’s schedule of practice, games and class.

Camilla had classes of her own, of course, and she raced through her homework so she wouldn’t have to worry about it on the date. She barely had enough time to get ready before Malik was knocking on her dorm room door. Malik wore a silk shirt, and his muscular chest looked so good in it that Camilla nearly canceled the date so they could stay in and make love.

But they had both gotten all dressed up, and she’d been looking forward to this for weeks. So they went to the Red Duke, the nicest restaurant near campus. It wasn’t really anything fancy, but for a college town like Tacoma, it might as well have been the Ritz. She was giddy, giggling like a little girl as they ordered and settled into their table to wait. The Italian music blared softly from the speakers overhead.

“Hey, so…” Malik began, before nervously biting his lip. “Don’t… uh, bite my head off,” he said. “I just… I wanted to ask you something-“

Is he about to propose? Camilla’s heart began pounding. She didn’t really think he was that serious about this relationship, but what else would he ask that would make him so nervous? She couldn’t think of anything else in the heat of the moment.

“It’s just… the rest of the team expects me to ask. It’s okay to say no,” he said. “Don’t be mad.”

That didn’t sound like a proposal. Maybe he wanted to ask her to go away with him? Like on some kind of trip? What did that have to do with the rest of his team?

“Would you… ever wanna… you know… fool around…?”

Camilla screwed up her face. “What are you talking about? Fool around? What are we, twelve? Malik, we have sex. We already have sex.”

“You ain’t let me finish,” he said. “You wanna fool around… with niggas?”

“What?”

“My team. The team. Not the whole team. Or at least not Brendan Shaw, fuck him,” Malik said. “But like… most of the team.”

“What?”

“You know… we could… gangbang you.”

“What!?”

“You can say no, it ain’t a big deal,” he said. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Everyone else tries to get they girl to do it, to fuck the whole team — ‘cept Brendan Shaw — I ain’t even gonna try to talk you into it. I just promised I’d ask.”

Camilla stood up. She felt like throwing a drink in Malik’s face, but there were none on the table. She grabbed a glass of water off the table next to them, smiling at the surprised middle-aged couple, and she threw the water right in Malik’s face.

The whole restaurant fell silent.

“Fuck you, Malik. I’ll let yo’ niggas gangbang me after you let them gangbang you,” she said. She turned and walked out of the restaurant.

She had no particular destination in mind. If she hadn’t planned to spend tonight with Malik, she might have found a party or something like that, but she had assumed she would be with Malik until the morning.

Malik called for her from the restaurant. He yelled an apology, but Camilla didn’t want to hear it. She had told Malik that she didn’t want him to act like the other black ballers on his team, and every action she had ever taken in front of him had to have suggested to him that she was not going to be gangbanged by an entire team. That simply wasn’t her style.

The only way he might not have realized the answer would be no is if he paid little attention, if he had no knowledge of what she was like, if he thought that every aspect of her personality was wiped away by the star power of his athleticism. But sexiness wasn’t everything. Camilla couldn’t deny being humiliated just at the idea that Malik was picturing her banging the entire team. He probably got hard thinking about it, and the image of him stroking himself as he thought of his friends pawing over her made her ill.

And now she had nothing to do for the night. She was going to be bored, and she’d look like a nerd wandering around campus with no plans for the evening. Now she almost wished she had homework to do.

Wait! There was something, she thought, her mind still too upset about Malik to recall what she had been invited to. She remembered telling someone that she couldn’t do something because she would be with her boyfriend. What was that?

Then it finally came back to her: Hwang had invited her to play D&D with he and his buddies. Hwang was her lab partner in Chemistry, and he had been telling her about D&D during the last experiment.

She decided to go. She had had enough of black men for the time being — for tonight, at least — and she wanted to try something new. Besides she was suddenly desperate not to spend the evening in her dorm room alone.

Hwang was shocked when she called him. “Really?! Okay, yeah, come on up-“ Then he put his hand over the phone and said something to his friends. Camilla couldn’t hear, but she had the feeling he told them to put the porn away because a girl was coming over. Then returned to the phone. “Yeah, come on over, we’re just getting started.”

She nervously made her way upstairs. She was excited — this was the kind of thing she had come to college for, to have new experiences, to meet new kinds of people. She didn’t come all the way to GHU-Tacoma to date guys like Malik, the same kind of guys she could have dated back home in PG County.

They had obviously been cleaning the entire time she took to walk over here. The carpet even appeared to have been vacuumed, and the vacuum cleaner itself was still warm.

“We’re so glad to have you here. Women never play D&D with us,” Hwang said.

Camilla had not realized this D&D group was all Asian. Aside from Hwang, there was Rick, a Chinese guy who was actually really cute — he played soccer for the school, so he was in good shape, and he had a sort of earnest charm. The third player was Pitsu, who was big and thick, especially for a young Asian man, with a sturdy frame and strapping shoulders.

Cuckold Humiliation Blast 3

This is a sample chapter from Cuckold Humiliation Blast 3, a story in the No Homo: Soldiers series.

Ransom was nervous about the gangbang. He and his friends liked to talk a lot about fucking white sluts in big orgies, but that was more theoretical than actual. The closest Ransom had ever come to a gangbang was fucking a white girl while his friend fucked a different white girl in the same room.

So when his old buddy Thumper called him up and said to stop by some white broad’s house out in the suburbs, he jumped at the chance. “I gotta slut who wanna take a ride on a black train, nigga,” he said. “She want miles of dick.”

On the way there, however, Ransom started to get nervous. Thumper was an ex-con and high-ranking gangbanger, and Ransom was sure he was experienced at this kind of thing. The other niggas he was inviting were probably just as experienced. Ransom might well be the only man there under thirty, he thought. He wondered how it would feel if he accidentally touched another man’s dick, or what if someone’s balls slapped against his? That didn’t happen often in porn, but he had a feeling it would be more common in real life.

When he got there, he became even more nervous. He was indeed quite possibly the youngest man there. The others all looked much more experienced than him, like they had been going to gangbangs for years.

But even more off-putting for him was that there were fourteen other men, not five or six, and the chick wasn’t even that hot. She was a middle-aged woman with a nice body but some wrinkles on her face and a faded, distorted tattoo on her belly. She was sexy enough to fuck under most circumstances, but fucking her with fourteen other cocks around? Ransom wasn’t looking forward to this at all.

He would have left if it had been socially acceptable, but he would have been derided as a pussy, gay or so arrogant he thought he was above all the others. He’d never live it down if he left now. He just hoped he didn’t get sloppy fifteenths.

She was smiling at Thumper when Ransom arrived, and he hung around, trying to look like he belonged. He didn’t know most of the other men there, who all seemed to know Thumper well.

The gangbang was never declared, Ransom noticed — it simply began with the woman, Sally was her name, sucking Thumper’s dick. She just got on her knees in front of the couch, opened her mouth and let him jab it down her throat. He didn’t even take his pants off, just let his dick come out the fly of his jeans.

Ransom had always been proud of his big dick, but it looked like Thumper had chosen only niggas who were packing meat. Each one hung like a slab of salami between trunk-like thighs. In this crowd, Ransom was average at best.

She moved between the three men on the couch, sucking on each cock in turn. She gave each one only enough attention to get every dick hard, and she cooed as it perked up between her lips. Her tongue traveled up and down their veiny cockshafts.

When it was Ransom’s turn, he was nervous. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to get hard with so many increasingly naked men around. But as soon as she touched his dick and flashed those dark, cum-hungry eyes at him, his anxiety vanished. She sucked his limp dick down to the root and her tongue caressed his shaft.

He was seated in the middle of the couch, and her head bobbed up and down on his crotch while her hands worked the dicks of the men on either side of Ransom.

Ransom stood up to get better leverage on her mouth, and Thumper approached. Ransom thought he was going to take his spot on the couch, letting Sally continue her blowbang. But Thumper placed one hand on Ransom’s side and loosely held him in place.

They stood, muscular torsos rubbing up against each other as Sally grabbed both their dicks at once.

“Come on, slut, suck us both down,” Thumper said. His thick, uncircumcised cock was still hard and oozing precum. He grabbed ahold of Ransom’s cock with one hand — not handling it in a sexy way, he held on like an affectionate coach — and pressed it against his own dick.

Ransom moaned and looked away, but Thumper held him in place, smiling as the other men laughed in nervous disgust. It looked like they were not surprised to see this happen, and were just glad Thumper hadn’t chosen them. Sally sucked down both cocktips at once, using both hands on both dicks to keep them both going.

The door opened and in walked a middle-aged white man. His lean body was gaunt and weak, his hair thinning, wispy, his face slack-jawed and broad. He stared in shock, confusion washing over his features, then replaced by fear and betrayal.

Ransom’s heart dropped as he realized they were caught, presumably by her husband — he hadn’t even considered the possibility that this was an affair. This woman, Sally, would be in trouble now, she would call off the gangbang now, and try to salvage her marriage. Ransom would have touched Thumper’s dick without a payoff in the end, and he was disappointed despite his awkwardness. He had done all this just to get blue-balled.

“Sally! What are you doing?” the man screamed.

“Oh shut up, Gary,” Sally said. “I told you I needed something more exciting.”

One of the other men, Tyree, a tall, muscular stud with a thick beard, walked over to Gary, heavy cock swinging between his legs. “Yo’ bitch done made her choice, honky.” He wrapped his arm around Gary’s shoulder and walked him to Sally, who still sucked on both cocks in her mouth.

Gary whispered something in her ear, something that Ransom couldn’t make out though he heard the words I still love you and felt a twinge of guilt. He hadn’t known he was ruining a marriage. That was another good reason he should have said no when Thumper called him.

But he also thought Gary was being a pussy — what kind of a man just watches his wife get gangbanged? Obviously he couldn’t have fought off fifteen men, even if he weren’t a weakling in the first place, but he could have tried, or just left. Ransom’s pity for Gary rapidly dwindled.

“Here it comes,” Thumper said softly, closing his eyes. That made Ransom pay attention again to the feel of their cocks touching each other, Thumper’s spongy shaft pulsating with heat as he came. He had been so focused on the cuckold Gary he kind of forgot he was getting a blowjob.

At the last moment, Thumper pushed the slut away and grabbed ahold of Gary’s face. He jammed his cock into Gary’s surprised, sputtering mouth, shooting his entire load of cum into him. Thumper laughed as though it was the funniest joke he had ever seen.

Gary bucked and gagged, moved away and burst into tears. He spat a thick wad of cum on the floor, begging for Sally to come to him. He picked pubic hair out of his teeth.

Thumper flexed his biceps and cheered. He hugged Ransom close, his slick, sticky cock leaving a film on Ransom’s thigh. Ransom was disgusted by Thumper’s touching. He knew Thumper had been in prison and was comfortable with a large amount of man-on-man contact, but this was ridiculous. Thumper had actually put his dick inside of a man, and not in prison, out in the real world, when there was a woman whose mouth he could have used instead! That was a shock for Ransom, who had been raised to believe that any hint of faggotry was a grave failure of manhood.

Thumper noticed Ransom’s reluctance, and his now soft dick. “This yo’ first time gangbangin’, little nigga?”

Ransom nodded. He was almost panicking with the feel ofThumper’s dick touching him, and he wanted to move away but knew that would make Thumper angry. He wished Thumper would move away, but it seemed he had no desire to make this easy for Ransom.

As Tyree finished shooting his load in the slut’s asshole, another man took his place. The smell of semen was overwhelming Ransom’s senses, and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to get hard again..

Sally swallowed Ransom’s dick back down, and he tried to focus on it. Closing his eyes, he blocked out all sensations except her mouth, and he tried to imagine her as a more beautiful woman than she was. He felt his dick grew gradually hard again, and he pretended he was totally comfortable with what was happening. Nobody else was reluctant about it, he saw, they all seemed to think it was normal. Even when Thumper put his dick in a man’s mouth, nobody seemed to think that was odd.

But Thumper had been in prison for years, Ransom knew, and so probably had a lot of these other guys. The same principles didn’t exactly apply to them as they applied to Ransom.

Gary was crying openly, weeping just a few feet from his wife. He didn’t seem upset about the cum drying on his face. Tyree smacked him with his limp, sweaty cock every few seconds, and Gary winced as though being punched in the face every time.

Why aren’t you moving away, pussy? Ransom thought to himself, then reminded himself not to pay attention. Focus on just doing this so you can get out of here.

“You really want me back, baby? Even after all this, you’ll take me back?” Sally whispered and everyone fell silent to hear his sobbing response. She held onto Ransom’s dick just a few inches from her mouth, and a few inches from Gary’s sobbing face.

“Yes,” Gary said through his tears.

“Then open up,” she said. Without another warning, she pushed his mouth right onto Ransom’s cock. Ransom didn’t see that coming so he was too shocked to respond right away.

Ransom was moments away from orgasm, so he had very little time to make a decision. He had never let a man touch his dick before today, but now he didn’t seem to have a lot of choices. He didn’t want to look like a prude or a pussy, but he also didn’t want to look like he was really into this.

Gary’s mouth was hot and tight, just like a woman’s. Ransom had only a moment to respond, and though he could have pulled away, the moist spasming hole felt so good he hesitated. An orgasm rippled through Ransom’s body, seemingly even more potent for its unwilling nature, and Ransom’s body roiled. He shot a huge load, even bigger than he was used to. It landed on Gary’s writhing, pained tongue.

Sally and Thumper both held Gary in place, keeping his throat upright while Thumper massaged his neck, pushing the cum down like a pill down a dog’s throat.

Another spurt of cum came, and Ransom decided to lean into it. He placed his dick right in front of Gary’s face, plastering his nose and eyes and with sticky white semen.

Everybody cheered as Gary sputtered and wiped his face off. Ransom still felt a twinge of guilt but was glad to be doing well in the eyes of the other gangbangers, and he cleaned the cum off his dick onto Gary’s white button-down shirt.

Ransom was glad his part in it was done as he backed away, and watched the rest of the gangbang with disgust. He had acquitted himself well enough, he thought, and soon he’d be joining the Army so he could forget about all this.