As I lay there attempting to bring clarity to the situation and the darkness surrounding me I had a throbbing headache, an unforgiving urge to piss as well as real pain in my asshole. My face felt completely numb and I was face down in a puddle of drool. I painfully attempted to sit up. I remember holding my head with both hands in an attempt to stop the room from spinning and got comforting flashes of fuzzy recognition that I was in my own room at the frat house. I staggered blowjob to my bathroom holding on to anything that was solid, leaned against the wall and in the dark pissed in the general direction of the toilet bowl. As I stood there pissing, I felt something cool dribble down the back of my thighs and down the inside of my legs. My cloudy brain couldn't figure out how I could be gay pissing a stream in front of me with my limp cock in my hand and still do what I thought I was doing, pissing down my leg. Slowly I remove my hand from the wall that I was using to stand fairly upright and felt the trickle on the back of my legs; it was cool and sticky. I turned on the painfully blinding bathroom light for a better look. The stuff was clear, which further confused me. I reached a little higher and followed the liquid trail and reached my sore asshole. It was greasy, slippery and obviously the source of the flowing sticky liquid. My piss stopped in mid-stream as I painfully and slowly put it all together in a lucid fleeting moment of insight. It was cum running down my legs and my sore asshole was lubed...Damn! Someone must have fucked me when I was passed out! The thought process used all the remaining energy I had. The pain in my head started to get worse. I turned out the light and staggered back to the bed and fell face down and must have passed out again. I don't know how long I was out that second time, but when I came to I was still face down on the bed and I opened my eyes again. The room was still dark, my head still hurt, but now I heard voices above and behind me. I felt a cool cream being spread on my sore asshole thinking to myself, good, my fraternity brothers have come to my rescue and are attending to cock me, until I heard: “I tell you he's out like a light. You know how he gets when he drinks – he won't wake up until the morning and he stud big won't remember, or certainly, feel a thing. Chuck and I fucked him an hour ago; he's got the tightest, hottest hole you've ever been in! I swear it feels better than any pussy you've ever had. Here, I have him all greased up for you.” “I don't know, Jason. I'm not queer or anything.” Anyone chasing you?" Probably some kind of interactive quiz or electronic ordering thing I assume. Claire spat at Evan, but she was clearly too far away, as Evan was on the other side of the room. stud I walked back cock into the bedroom and she was sitting up, looking at herself in the mirror. “Goodbye, my friends.” She said softly, her voice big tinged with sadness. I felt a hand grab my ear. Again, as I am in the shower, a beautiful naked figure walks towards me through the steam. And of course, to gay this day, I still have no idea whether or not I ovulated during those critical three to four days, while Freddy's sperm was "swimming around" inside my fallopian tubes and my uterus. “Is it that obvious?” I see people looking around the room at each other. I was struggling madly with a knotted shoe lace when I felt blowjob Sophie come up and kneel behind me. She leaned round me and began to nibble my ear and I felt the vast, soft warmness of her breasts against my back. Once I was in position he ran his hand under my body and started playing my rapidly rising cock. "OH YEA, THAT'S IT, SLAM THAT COCK UP MY PUSSY!!