When I woke up again, it was day light, I was alone in my room and the now bright room hurt my eyes. My load of cum under me was now a dry hard spot on the sheets where there had been an ample puddle during the night. My head still hurt but no longer throbbed and the room had stopped spinning. As I got up slowly and headed for the bathroom, cum flowed out of my ass in a rivulet onto the floor until I sat on the toilet. From the amount of cum that poured out of my hole and into the toilet bowl, I knew it was more than three guys who fucked me that night.
At breakfast that morning nothing was ever mentioned or said by my frat brothers and I gave no indication that anything was wrong. There was some general discussion of my drinking too much again and how I had passed out in the middle of the party and how they were able to get me to my room and into bed before any of the new recruits saw me, I promised those present that I had finally learned my lesson from the worse-than-usual headache I was nursing and my latest “blackout” memory lapse, and I would stop drinking.
I kept my word and did give up drinking, but I have to admit that during the rest of my two-plus years in college, I purposely faked falling off the wagon at the frat house a number of times. No one ever noticed or mentioned that I always passed out nude, face down on my stomach on my bed. I really got to enjoy being fucked one guy after another. I also found that it was perfectly acceptable to everyone for me to get fucked and for the guys to fuck me when everyone had been drinking and I was “passed out.” It was sort of our early version of don’t ask and don’t tell.
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