Zane's eyes fluttered open, the morning sunlight streaming through the thin curtains of their frat house bedroom. His head pounded, a familiar aftermath of too much whiskey and bad decisions. But it wasn't the hangover that made his heart race. It was the throbbing in his ass. He froze, his mind foggy as he tried to piece together the events of the night before. Slowly, he rolled onto his side, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. He was naked. Completely naked. And beside him, equally bare, lay Connor, his roommate and frat brother. They were both lying in his single bed. Connor's bed across the room looked as ruffled and slept in as his own, but Zane couldn't figure out how they both ended up in the same bed. "What happened last night?" he asked himself as he stood letting the sheet slip from his grip. As he stood the dull thud in his ass only grew worse. He looked at Connor's bed and saw a used condom, hanging limply on his flipped comforter. A flash tore through his mind.
Confusion surged through Zane's veins as fragmented memories began to surface. The club. The girls who'd ignored both him and Connor. Zane remembered feeling down on himself. He knew he wasn't the most attractive guy in the frat, but he at least usually pulled a girl to talk to even if she didn't go back to his room. And Connor always had a girl with him. Zane remembered being thankful that they both had struck out, when they first left the club. He remembered being glad that he wouldn't have to sleep out in the common rooms on the couch while Connor entertained a female companion.
Zane's thoughts brought him back to the walk back to the frat. He remembered all the frustration of being horny and alone. They'd come back to the frat house, drunk and desperate. It had been weeks since he'd seen any action. Probably the last action he got was when Emily, the girl from his biology class, gave him a handjob. "What was that three weeks ago?" He remembered telling Connor he needed release and Connor saying he did too. He remembered Connor saying he had something for them as he turned on a porn video.
Connor and Zane had only been living as roommates at the frat house for two months. Watching a porn video had never been anything they'd done together. Zane figured it wasn't anything Connor had to do with as many girls as the guy pulled.
Zane sat back down on the edge of his bed. His head was spinning. He looked at Connor. He was lying on his stomach, nothing covering his naked backside. He was a big guy, probably six foot two, a rugby player for the college. His dark curls hiding what little of his face would have been visible. His chiseled jaw all that was visible. Zane tried to think hard. "Did a girl show up here?"
He flipped the sheet to cover Connor and cradled his face in his hands. He had to remember. He remembered sitting on the love seat. At first they were just watching the porn, but then Connor said they should jack off. He remembered Connor not really waiting for an answer, but pulling out his cock. It wasn't that Zane had never seen it. They changed in front of each other all the time. It was not that he didn't know that Conner was pretty hung. I mean, all guys checked each other out in that department and Connor was definitely larger than Zane. Zane had even walked in on him a few times being serviced by a girl, so he had even seen it hard. But he remembered it looking differently when he pulled it out last night.
Zane struggled to remember. He remembered Connor teasing him for not joining and mocking the stiffy in his shorts. He remembered finally caving in and taking his smaller meat out to stroke to the porn. "Did they do that side by side?" He remembered the silence broken only by the moans from the screen. Zane had a vague recollection of how it felt weird at first, but he remembered just ignoring Connor in the beginning, but then seeing Connor watching him and feeling a little embarrassed. He knew he was judging his size. But then, Connor had said something, but what was it?
He looked back at his roommate in the unmade bed. "What did you say?" he whispered.
"That's right!" It came back to him. Connor had commented about his technique, how he always twisted at the end. Connor remembered not really thinking about how other guys did it, but then watching that Connor did it differently. He remembered that for a while, they were both watching each other. The television forgotten. Then Connor said he wondered how it would feel with Zane's technique and suggested they try it on each other.
"But wait," Zane's mind reeled. "Did they do that? Yes, he remembered it clearly." Connor slid closer to him, threw his thick thigh across Zane's smaller yet still muscular thigh. He remembered how they grabbed one another and started stroking. He remembered how odd it felt, another cock, not his own, in his hands. He remembered how Connor moaned and how it caught him off guard and then how Connor whispered, "feels better when someone else does it," and grinned.
Zane's cheeks burned along with his ass as he recalled the next part. They'd taken turns, hands moving in sync, the tension in the room thickening with every passing minute. Then, fueled by alcohol and lust, Connor had leaned in, his breath hot against Zane's ear. "Wanna try something else?" he'd whispered. Before Zane could protest, Connor's lips were on his, soft at first, then hungry. Zane had kissed back, his inhibitions dissolving in the heat of the moment. He shook his head. Zane couldn't believe they had done that. Maybe it was a dream, but then more memories flooded back.
The memory of Connor's hands roaming his body, his fingers tracing the contours of Zane's muscles, sent a shiver down his spine. He'd never been with a guy before, but something about Connor's confidence, his raw masculinity, had made it impossible to resist. He remembered the stubble on his face, Connor's mustache tickling his upper lip as he'd guided him from the loveseat to his bed.
They'd fallen back onto the bed, kissing and touching. They had kept stroking and Zane remembered thinking that his build up was about to come to an end, but then it got fuzzy. What happened next. He punched the side of his head and then as if triggering the memories, they all flooded into his mind unabandoned. Connor flipping him over, sliding down his body, cupping his ass, while one hand kept stroking Zane. Zane remembered the release coming, his balls tightening, but then Connor stood and he felt more than saw as Connor positioned himself between his thighs. Zane had gasped as Connor's cock pressed against his entrance, the sensation foreign yet intoxicating.
Zane remembered the fear, yet also the lust that was driving him. He remembered being too afraid to talk, too lost in the moment to speak. He remembered Connor pulling back and him being relieved that they were stopping, but then he heard the rip of the condom package and Connor was back. But this time, Connor was on the floor and his face was in his ass. He remembered the first lick. No one had ever licked his ass, but then Connor's hot breath was blowing on his asshole and then his tongue. "Oh God! His tongue." Zane had never felt anything like it. He remembered how his cock throbbed just from the sensation of Connor's tongue in his ass.
Zane stood from the bed. "Had all this really happened."
The memories just kept coming. Connor standing, repositioning himself at Zane's now wet hole. And then Connor had pushed in, slow and steady, his breath hitching as he filled Zane's tight ass. It hurt at first. Zane remembered that. How he nearly came off the bed, as that 9 and a half inch cock slipped past his barriers. But then the pain had melted into pleasure, a pleasure so intense Zane had cried out, his body arching off the bed. He'd come before Connor. He came with just a few thrust into his ass and a few strokes from Conner's hand. The weeks of build up causing his orgasm to rip through him like a storm, his cum splattering across Connor's sheets. He remembered being out of breath, but Connor was just getting started. Zane remembered being pushed over, his chest falling in his own cum. As Connor rode him. Pounding him, like he had pounded so many girls in this bed. Zane remembered his cock growing again, as the cock buried in his ass stroked his prostate.
