Gang Bang

In a circle of men, I find myself,
Some clothed, some bare, seeking a thrill.
Strangers all, never met before,
Shoulder to shoulder, a wide circle we form.

They drink and chat, they laugh and touch,
Stirring their desires, their cocks they clutch.
Eager for what comes next, they tease,
With semi-hard erections, they aim to please.

I'm on my knees, naked in the center,
Darkness surrounds us, only them I remember.
A competition it is, not just a bang,
A challenge to succumb, to resist, to hang.

The first steps forward, eyes locked with mine,
He unzips, reveals his thick, hard line.
Orders me to spit, to prepare the way,
I comply, readying myself, starting the play.

The aim of the game, for him to come,
Before I throw him off, the challenge begun.
Cheers erupt from the circle around,
As he positions himself, ready to pound.

A countdown begins, the crowd chants,
My anticipation grows, my body pants.
His cock presses against me, ready to invade,
I fight to hold back, to resist, to evade.

In one swift move, he's deep inside,
The sensation overwhelming, I cannot hide.
Spunk lubing me up for the next in line,
A mix of pleasure and the desire to shine.

But I fight back, with all my might,
Buck and writhe, struggle and fight.
He grips me tighter, laughs in my face,
Taunting me with his dominant embrace.

Another steps forward, cheering for me,
Support from the circle, urging me to be free.
He joins the struggle, takes hold of my limbs,
Pushes and pulls, as my body he trims.

I try to bite, to retaliate,
But I miss, it's too late.
He yanks me back, thrust after thrust,
I'm helpless, defeated, left in the dust.

“I'm close," he growls, his pace quickening,
"Next time, your ass," he promises, unyielding.
That line pushes me over the edge,
My fight drains, my energy fled.

Orgasms rip through, a moment of release,
I'm spent, exhausted, my resistance ceased.
He knows he's won, the men cheer,
As he marks my ass, his victory clear.

His victory lap begins, a triumph in sight,
Impaling me with pleasure, his final delight.
The crowd rejoices, glasses raised high,
Prepping me for round two, no time to be shy.