[PATREON EXCLUSIVE] CHEER FOR THE TEAM: Chapter 4 (Patreon)

“You even been fucked in the asshole before?” one of them asked. Again, I remained silent. The answer was no, and the thought terrified me. I’d never had anything stuck up my asshole before, and I wasn’t looking forward to that changing. But I don’t think I had the option. I knew any sort of protest was going to get me nowhere. It might have even made it worse. My heart fluttered.

“I get first dibs,” one of them said.

“Second!”

“Third!”

That went on until they reached ten. I don’t know if that meant there were ten men in the room with me, or if there were just ten who wanted a go at my asshole. Either way, I was going to be sore tomorrow. And even if I wanted to protest, I wouldn’t have been able to. One of the men had shoved his erect cock into my mouth. “Suck it, you tranny bitch,” he demanded. I did, though I’d never sucked a cock before. I didn’t know whether or not I was doing it right, but he seemed to like it (judging by his groaning and moaning, and the way he pulled my hair).

It’s a strangely comforting feeling, a big warm cock in your mouth—one of those feelings I can’t even begin to describe to you unless you’ve tried it before. It’s so tantalizing, the way it throbs and moves around, the way it tastes and smells.

“If you want to suck her dick so badly, fine, but move the fuck over,” one of the men said, and for a moment, my blowjob ended. It resumed a moment later, from a new angle, the man’s chin on my stomach. Now there was space between my legs, space which was quickly occupied by one of the men with a cock in his hand, pressing the tip of it up against my butthole. My heart raced. This was it for me. Of all the ways to die, I never thought I would be fucked to death.

The men had started to tag team out at my mouth, taking turns plunging their cocks deep into my warm throat. I could hardly breathe and they didn’t seem to care even a little bit.

But even more suffocating than the cocks being swapped out of my mouth, was the cock that was suddenly shoved deep in my asshole. Something about it—it’s girth, it’s unannounced might—I felt like it was all the way up at my throat, cutting off air to my lungs. Or maybe I’d just become so rigid that I couldn’t breathe.

He went off with just as little warning, thrusting forcefully in and pulling slowly out, pacing himself but still being completely ruthless. He held my thighs against his rock-hard chest, my feet dangling over his shoulder, keeping me stabilized while he shoved himself repeatedly into my ass. Sure, it hurt at first, as expected. But after a few dozen thrusts, the pain went away, quickly being replaced by an indescribable pleasure, a mind-numbing euphoria. My body began to relax, and apparently my asshole too because he started to thrust faster, with more ease.

“My turn,” another man said, and I was empty for just a brief moment before having another dick inserted into me. Each cock felt totally different, the way they thrusted, the way they throbbed, the way they explored the inside of my ass. Some were harder than others, some were bigger. One of them had a monster-cock that stretched my asshole wide. I swear they were switching out at my cock, too, taking turns sucking me off. They all seemed to like it. It’s strange—you can tell by the way they suck it. I could tell when one was shy, when one really wanted it, and when one was just curious. By the end of their turns, they all wanted it. They all ended up sucking like they desperately wanted my cum in the back of their throat.

And I was getting close. It wouldn’t be long until one of them got it.

The man at my ass groaned loudly and then I felt something incredible—a warm gush filling me deep. I’d never felt anything like it, but I was about to feel it another half dozen times. When he pulled out, I could feel his warm goo slipping out of my asshole before another man shoved his cock in and blocked it from spilling out. Not too long after, I would hear another groan, feel another warm rush, and then have another big dick shoved into me. I was starting to fill up. Every creampie felt bigger, stuffed me harder. I’d lost count of how many were inside of me now—maybe a dozen.

Then I came. And whoever’s mouth I came in, didn’t seem to mind. They sucked it up, swallowed it whole, and then licked off the residue.

Once they’d all came (most in me, some on me, one in my mouth) the room became silent again. I listened as they pulled up their pants and pattered out the room and left me on my back, my ass oozing nearly a gallon of hot jizz.

It was silent for a while. I didn’t move. Not because I was tied up, but because I was drained of energy. It had all been fucked out of me. After a few minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was a soft, gentle hand. It helped me up and led me to the shower. My mystery angel untied my hands and then pulled away my blindfold. It was Georgia Jackson. She was looking into my eyes with a sad kind of smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said and then she turned on the shower for me.

I was naked. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Now she knew my secret. Soon everyone would know my secret.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as the hot water carried the cum off of my body, down towards the drain.

I couldn’t help but laugh. What a ridiculous question. She brushed my hair off of my face. “It’s okay. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” But still, I felt ashamed. I felt like a liar, like I’d deceived my new friends.

She leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry about the guys—they won’t tell a soul. Not in a million years.” And she was probably right—they wouldn’t tell a soul. Telling someone what had happened would also be an admission. Besides, they’d all taken turns sucking my dick. There was no way they would ever let that info get out.

Somehow, Georgia’s presence made everything better, lifted my spirits high—lifted my whole body high.

It was a week later, after cheer practice that Georgia came up to me as I was leaving the locker room. She put her hand on my shoulder to stop me. “Hold on,” she said, and I did. She waited for the other girls to get far enough away, out of earshot. “Want to come in the change room for a minute?” she asked.

I stared into her eyes, which were glowing. “Sure. Why?” I asked.

Then she bit her lip, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then she reached down and gently slipped her fingers over my cock. “Just thought we could have some fun together,” she said and my heart took off into an elated frenzy.

She pulled me into the change room and we locked the door behind us.

THE END