Don't Remember a Thing

Jake stood in the doorway of his dorm room, trying to remember exactly what had happened last night. The last thing he remembered was being on the losing end of a beer pong game at the frat house and taking his first-ever booty bump, after that, everything was a haze. He had been pretty drunk and high, but he was sure he would have remembered if he’d fallen or hurt himself somehow, so what explains the deep pain in his ass? He reached back to feel and found something wet and sticky on his rump then felt his asshole. What the fuck? Was the cum? His rectum was swollen too.

Just then, the door to the room swung open, and his roommate Ryan walked in. “Hey, what’s up, princess, how’s your morning?” Ryan asked with a big smile.

“Dude, what the fuck? Why are you calling me princess?” Jake shot back defensively.

“We decided that would be your new name last night,” Ryan answered “Don’t you remember? After you lost at pong, you offered Nick and me your ass as payment for the bet you couldn’t cover. You kept saying how you’d always fantasized about getting fucked in the ass. How you wanted your ass turned into pussy.”

Jake looked horrified now, it was true that he had fantasies about it, but he couldn’t believe he’d talked about it with his roommate. “Ryan, buddy, I don’t remember anything about last night! You cannot tell anyone about this. Please.” He was almost begging.

Ryan laughed “can’t tell anyone? Dude, I don’t have to tell anyone, the whole frat watched us. You must have taken twenty loads last night. Everybody knows. You’re the new frat house cum dump buddy.”