So I posted an almost unbelievable ad a couple weeks ago recruiting for, not one, but two gangbangs. You can read that post here but the TL;DR is: I posted a success story about a gangbang I threw for a friend last month and several women reached out to me to say, “That’s my biggest fantasy. Would you organize one for me?”

This post is about the one we had last Friday. I’ll post a success story for Sunday’s next week.

J was the first of several women to reach out to me. She used heart-eye emojis to express just how badly she wanted to get fucked by a slew of above-average cocks. After exchanging some messages on Kik, we agreed to meet for coffee. Because I wanted to make the OKCupid date next to us look incredibly lame. We discussed what her fantasy looked like, the number of men, their =ahem= physical attributes, and her boundaries. We also just got to generally know each other: what we do, where we’re from, that she’s in an open relationship with an asexual man, how I went to boarding school. She’s super cute and friendly. Like, *super cute*. Love her smile!

I’m still not sure if she was down to have sex with me specifically or just into me being a seemingly sane, nice guy who could potentially pull this off for her and fucking me wasn’t a bad price to pay for it. I try not to dwell on it too much.

As I put in the ad, her wants were:

• 8-12 guys, 15 max

• minimum of 6”

• photo approval of the dudes

• she wanted to feel overwhelmed

And this last one was pretty crucial: she didn’t want to make any decisions.

Her boundaries were:

• no degrading dirty talk

• no butt stuff

• condoms for PIV

With that, I began my recruitment. In addition to the Reddit ad, I contacted guys I’ve used for previous adventures, as well as asked a friend of mine if she’d recommend anyone. Her boyfriend was going to be out of town, but she was happy to host if she could fuck our special guest with a strap-on.

I like to make dudes jump through a lot of hoops when I’m recruiting for something like this, something ‘craigslisty.’ I believe it’s a great way to weed out a lot of the assholes. If they can follow a lot of annoying but simple instructions online, I can trust them to respect her boundaries in-person, stop if her or I tell them to stop, or be generally conscientious of her well-being. Assholes are going to ignore instructions, write one-liners, or get annoyed when I don’t instantly give them the green light. If you know anything about Brown M&Ms, you’ll know why I like to sprinkle a frivolous assignment in there.

If you followed the instructions, you got an email. In that email, I asked for pictures. I got screwed over a bit by people’s spam folders, sadly, so I received a lot of emails from guys long after we’d made our selections (although some got called up to active duty when we had cancellations).

Finally, I sent her the pix and asked her to rank them as yes, maybe, and no. Because of the amount of no’s and the amount of guys she wanted, all the maybes ended up getting an invite.

We’ll skip over the long email I sent our final batch of gangbangers because ya’ll want to know what happened when we got naked.

I went to meet up with my friend A who was going to host our event and we chitchatted until J buzzed up. Yes! We’d texted probably every day since coffee and she was really stoked that she had the chance to actually do this. We got her settled, adjusted the temperature how she wanted, and awaited our suitors. The guys showed up, some of them together as they realized at the buzzer they were here for the same reason. We all had a seat in the living room and relaxed until everyone was present, and I went over the ground rules.

J wanted ‘controlled chaos.’ No orderly line. No taking turns. No waiting for me to give someone an order. Everyone was to just go for it. I led our lucky lady by the hand to an open space and I was surprisingly nervous. I *love* making out and I really wanted to kiss her to get things going. So I plant one on her and she stops to say, “You’re a really good kisser!” My big dumb face probably lit up. Then I noticed the dudes were kind of just standing there and I was like, “Well, come on. Take your clothes off and get over here.”

I told J, “Take my shirt off.” We made out and groped each other as the fellas finally descended upon her. I removed her shirt. Someone else took off her bra. Her pants came off at some point as an unknown number of hands grabbed her ass, her tits, her neck, her pussy. I stepped back to get my own clothes off as she dropped to her knees to get eye-level with a circle of cocks.

How many? We had, including myself, 8 dicks. One of them was made of latex.

She starts sucking the big black cock first. Size queen. I grab her hand to direct it to someone’s dick. Her other hand took the hint and soon she was stimulating dick after dick after dick, making one grow after another as she spun around warming the guys up. She finally took me in her mouth and it was glorious. I’d been throbbing, holding my member at the base letting the blood thicken the shaft. When her lips wrapped around, I let my head fall back in relief.

I reached that point when you’re either going to fuck someone or let them drain your balls into their mouth. I’m not very selfish—I raised her up, took her to the bedroom, and threw her down on the bed. After reaching for a condom, I buried my face between her legs to warm her up. Her pussy tasted delightful! She moaned, but was muffled as one dick found its way into her mouth and her hands got busy with another.

I pushed her knees back when I entered her and, yes, it was well worth the wait and the build up! I really think she’s so fucking cute—it’s not just that she has a killer body. I’m a big fan of faces and an even bigger fan of a great big smile on a happy lady. In a gangbang, you toe the line between cumming too quickly and hogging her hole. I looked at her blowing one guy, then I turned my head to the right and A was on her knees fluffing a couple of the fellas! That was a surprise, as she had just told me how little she’d been interested in cis men lately. I thought to myself, “Well I hope I get some head from her for old time’s sake,” and then let out a huge moan as I spilled the first cup inside her (in a condom).

The guys were really great, and we also had a fair amount of room to work, both in terms of the bed size and the space around us. Men took their turns fucking her pussy, fucking her face. Some guys stopped and took a break to let others in and hold that nut off. Some went twice. Some went soft. She was fantastic about verbalizing what she needed—when she needed a water break, she spoke up; when she needed lube with the monster cock, she asked for some.

A went third—and look, the upside of having a woman with a strap-on at a gangbang is you get to watch a woman fuck another woman with a strap-on. The downside of having a woman with a strap-on at a gangbang is she will set a standard that none of us can match. A fucked the high holy hell out of this young woman, thrusting hard and deep and fast. But damn, it was hot and we all just kinda watched and took notes.

I was really hyped when A sucked me off because we hadn’t been sexual in almost 2 years. And although I know it was because she was in a ‘i just wanna suck some dick’ headspace, it was still awesome. I popped back inside J one more time, this time for doggy. That’s when I found her sweet spot as she started whimpering, “OMG right there. Right there!” I tried to hold off ‘right there’ as long I could before I blew my second load in her.

Insert more fucking and more cock sucking. My dick got licked several times here and there to keep her busy. If she was able to talk for too long, the running joke was, “Shucks, sounds like someone needs a cock in her mouth!” The big fella really let her have it at the end, fucking her so hard and in the right spot that she started giving us the “I’m so close” signals. She was getting just absolutely railed. I knelt at the head of the bed and just held her hand with my right and slowly stroked my now-hard cock with the left. I honestly could have gone a third time if she hadn’t had a big, wonderful orgasm. I’m not trying to follow that and she finally announced she was spent.

We hung around a bit and socialized. J offered to buy me tacos at her favorite spot that happened to be a 20-minute walk away. We debriefed and talked about me being a picky eater and laughed at how awesome life is. I walked her to her bus/my train, asked for one more kiss, and got on the J train home.

She texted me some really, really sweet messages the following day and, this will sound corny as fuck, but it was kinda beautiful to make someone so happy. This was her *fantasy*. This wasn’t my fantasy—if I had it my way, I’d fuck her one-on-one. But I got to help someone actualize a fantasy they weren’t sure would ever happen, let alone in her early 20s with a bunch of strangers. I was really proud of the night and thrilled we had a group of good dudes, basically all of whom I’d recommend again. A even asked for one guy’s phone number.

If I can stress one thing to anyone reading this—especially the women—it’s that you *can* make your biggest fantasies come true! You just need to do them safely and responsibly and, if it involves a bunch of men on the internet, patiently. You can think of 100 reasons not to do anything. I can tell you that you only need one reason to actually do it.

She told me ’10/10 would do again.’ Would be dope to do that with her once more, or maybe some day have her to myself. I’d be super into it either way.

I want to thank The Manwhore Podcast for unofficially sponsoring this gangbang.

p.s. Men: do not contact me asking me to be a part of ‘the next one.’ There is no ‘next one’ that I’m aware of. If there is, there’ll be a post and you can respond to that. If you do bother me, I’m going to ask for a face photo and then tweet it to my 10,000 Twitter followers to show that you don’t follow instructions and might not be the best sexual partner to pick. It’s okay—the guys who will contact me didn’t read this far ;)

Ladies, you’re welcome to contact me. Just please message me the way you would like a guy to message you. One-liners are pretty lame unless they include your phone number.