Alleyway Orgy

You gesture your hand, beckoning the line of drunk men forward.

A couple men begin taking your shirt off, more gently than could be said for their previous victim. They shuck it to the side and push you to the ground, next to the scantily clad bouncer.

The whole crowd isn't focusing on your little group in the center, mostly pairing off and ass-fucking each other. A generous few work you and the bouncer from all sides, lightly fingering wherever their fingers can go. You turn to your friend to see he doesn't appear to be enjoying himself.

The bouncer sucks air between his teeth as an overweight jock comparable to his size mounts his bulge, grinding it against his exposed cheeks. You, in turn, are met with the skinny man who serviced your friend from before, pulling your cock out from its prison before nuzzling it, face-deep between your thighs.

You feel like royalty even though the setting isn't ideal, being serviced by a crowd of strangers in an alleyway with your uncomfortable friend at your side. You turn to the man, watching him cringe as the jock lightly fingers the elastic in the man's undergarments.

"Lighten up," you say, placing a hand on the bouncer's stomach, "It'll be fun."

"I ain't gay, man..."

"For now, you are," you say, snapping your fingers as if to manifest a spell.

Your words are enough, as you see something twinkle in his eyes. He turns toward the jock servicing him between his cheeks, blinks twice, and then moans suddenly at the sight. He rips the final seam of his underwear, letting his erection spring free, marveling at the sight of his own dick. You watch the man exude a new confidence as he holds the hips of the jock on top of him, and simultaneously thrusts as the jock lowers himself down onto his throbbing member.

Your world is rocked as the skinny man servicing you suddenly presents his own hole, bearing down on your cock and clenching tightly. The crowd slowly encroaches around you and the bouncer, sweaty bodies pushing into your sides as more and more men join the pileup. You, however, favor the company of your newly-gay bouncer friend, worming your way next to his bare body while the skinny man continues to ride you.

All you can smell is the musk exuding from everyone around you, feeling the heat created from an unstoppable orgy party. You'd forget you were doing this in an alleyway if the ground weren't hard concrete. As your body begins to tense up at the stimulation, you turn to your friend, watching his face contort into one of ecstatic brain-****; polar opposites from when you first started.

You make the stupid grin as well, bucking in your position as the man riding you accepts your load. Everything goes black as it's happening, or maybe someone's just laying on top of you. You bring your hands up and push whatever was obstructing your view off your face, your eyes meeting the bouncer beside you, who smiles at you before closing his eyes in respite.