I never expected a simple sponge bath to turn into the most intense gay gangbang of my life.
My name is Ryan. I’m 28, in decent shape, and recovering from a minor surgery at home. The doctor ordered daily sponge baths to keep me clean while I was still limited in movement. My regular nurse was out sick, so the agency sent over a replacement — a tall, muscular guy named Marcus in his early 30s with a deep voice and a knowing smile.
Marcus arrived that afternoon wearing tight scrubs that did nothing to hide his powerful build. “Ready for your sponge bath, Ryan?” he asked, wheeling in the basin of warm water.
I was lying on my bed in just a pair of loose shorts. He helped me out of them, his strong hands professional but lingering just a second too long on my thighs. The sponge felt warm and soapy as he started on my chest, then my arms, then slowly down my stomach. When he reached my groin I was already half-hard.
“Relax,” he murmured. “This is normal.” His hand brushed my thickening cock as he washed my balls. I was rock hard in seconds — seven inches and throbbing. Marcus didn’t stop. He wrapped the soapy sponge around my shaft and stroked slowly.
“Fuck… that feels good,” I groaned.
Marcus grinned. “You’ve got a nice cock. Mind if I take a closer look?” Before I could answer he set the sponge aside and leaned down, taking me into his warm mouth. I moaned as he deepthroated me effortlessly, his strong hands holding my hips down.
He sucked me expertly for several minutes before pulling off with a wet pop. “You taste good. But I think you need a more thorough cleaning.”
He stepped out for a moment and came back with four other guys — all muscular, all obviously hung. “These are some friends who help with special cases,” Marcus said with a wicked smile. “They’re here to give you a full sponge bath… and more.”
I was nervous but insanely turned on. Five hot, built men surrounding my bed, all stripping out of their clothes. Their cocks were massive — thick, veiny, ranging from eight to eleven inches. Marcus was the biggest at eleven and a half.
They started with the sponge bath. Warm soapy water, multiple hands washing every inch of my body. They paid special attention to my cock and ass, teasing my hole with soapy fingers while stroking my dick. I was leaking precum constantly.
Marcus climbed onto the bed first. “Open up.” He fed me his thick cock. I struggled but took more and more until my nose was buried in his pubes. Two other guys sucked my nipples and stroked my cock while another worked two soapy fingers into my ass.
The gangbang began in earnest.
Marcus pulled out of my mouth and moved between my legs. He slicked his huge cock with lube and pressed the head against my hole. “Relax and take it.” Inch by inch he sank into me until his heavy balls rested against my ass. The stretch was intense but incredible.
While Marcus fucked me deep and steady, another guy fed me his cock. Two more stroked their dicks over my chest. The fifth guy straddled my face so I could lick his balls.
They rotated positions constantly. I was turned onto all fours so one guy could fuck my face while another pounded my ass. Then they double penetrated me — one in my hole, another forcing his way in alongside him. The fullness was overwhelming. I came hands-free the first time, shooting across the sheets while they cheered.
They kept going for what felt like hours. Sponge baths between rounds — warm water cleaning the cum and sweat off my body before they started again. They made me ride them, took me in every position, used my mouth and ass relentlessly.
Marcus was the roughest. He pinned me down and fucked me so hard the bed shook, calling me his “good little gangbang slut.” When he finally came he pulled out and painted my face and chest with rope after rope of thick cum. The others followed, taking turns unloading in my mouth, on my body, and deep inside my stretched hole.
By the end I was a cum-covered, trembling mess. Five loads in my ass, several more down my throat and all over my body. They gave me one final gentle sponge bath, cleaning me tenderly while praising how well I took their cocks.
Marcus kissed me softly before they left. “Same time tomorrow for your next sponge bath?”
I could only nod, already craving the next gay gangbang.
***
The next afternoon I could barely move. My hole was still sore and tender from the relentless pounding the five studs had given me during the first sponge bath turned gay gangbang. Every shift in bed reminded me of how thoroughly they had used me — stretching me open, filling me with load after load.
I was half-dreading, half-hoping Marcus would show up again for my “daily sponge bath.” At exactly three o’clock the doorbell rang. When I opened it, Marcus was standing there with the same four friends. All of them were grinning like predators.
“Ready for round two, slut?” Marcus asked, pushing past me into the bedroom. They had brought more supplies this time — extra lube, bigger toys, and towels. “We couldn’t stop thinking about how good your holes felt yesterday.”
They stripped me naked immediately. Marcus ran his hands over my body while the others set up the basin with warm soapy water. The sponge bath started slow and teasing again, but this time they were far less gentle. Soapy hands washed my cock and balls, fingers probing my still-loose hole. Two guys held my legs open while Marcus pushed three thick fingers inside me right away.
“You’re still gaping a little from yesterday,” he laughed. “Perfect.”
They made me suck them one by one while the sponge moved over my body. I was rock hard and leaking within minutes. Marcus fed me his eleven-and-a-half-inch cock again, forcing it deeper down my throat than the day before until my nose was pressed against his pelvis and I was gagging.
While I choked on his dick, another guy mounted me from behind. No slow entry this time — he slammed balls-deep in one thrust. The sudden stretch made me moan around Marcus’s cock. They started spit-roasting me hard, using my mouth and ass like fleshlight.
The real intensity began when they decided it was time for proper double penetration again. Two of the thicker guys worked their cocks into my hole together. The burn was intense but the pleasure was overwhelming. They found a rhythm, stretching me wider than I thought possible while I sucked the other three cocks in rotation.
“Take those two big dicks, baby,” Marcus growled. “This is what your hole was made for.”
They rotated who was fucking me, who was in my mouth, who was slapping their heavy cock on my face. At one point three of them tried to force their way into my mouth at the same time, stretching my lips obscenely while the other two DP’d my ass again.
I came multiple times — hands-free, shooting across my own stomach while they cheered and kept pounding me. They flipped me into every position: missionary with my legs over their shoulders, doggy with my face pressed into the mattress, riding two cocks at once while sucking the others.
The sponge baths between rounds were almost more humiliatingly hot than the sex itself. They would pull out, clean the cum and sweat off my body with warm soapy sponges, tease my gaping hole with soapy fingers, then immediately start fucking me again.
By the final round they had me on my back, legs pinned to my chest. All five took turns dumping their second (or third) loads deep inside me. When the last one pulled out, cum poured from my wrecked hole. They finished by jerking off onto my face and chest, covering me in thick ropes of cum.
Marcus gave me one last gentle sponge bath while the others watched, cleaning me tenderly. “Same time tomorrow for Part 3?” he asked with a smirk.
I could only nod weakly, already addicted.
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