Ready for the gangbang, T Malone is back in the bedroom, naked (of course), on the bed (are you surprised?) and waiting. In the front room half a dozen of the finest, best hung studs that T could find have come together. Busta Love, Jay Thug, Ramone, Jordan, Jaquan and Marc Jacobs are stripping down and stroking their growing business. A few of the dudes are going down on the next dude, helping a brotha get hard for the main event. Once stud number one is all big and stiff, he enters the bedroom and mounts T Malone—all his patience has been rewarded.  When the stud is done fucking, he might show his appreciation by hosing down the main man T with his love-juice, or he might be saving it up. The parade has started. T gets plugged one, two, three, four times—who the fuck’s counting? T is too delirious with lust. After the last fucker has climbed aboard and gotten off, all the studs come together again, this time in the bedroom, to pay their host one last tribute, cocking their love-guns and turning them on a glazed and dazed but very satisfied T Malone—who adds to the mess by unloading all over himself.