Pain in the Ass

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.

Zane remembered lying flat to the bed, his cock pressed between him and the sheets. The rough fabric of Connor's sheet rubbing against his unprotected cock. It caused his sensitive cock to expand to sizes it had never been. Connor rode him for probably fifteen more minutes. Both of them moaning with the sheer pleasure of it. Zane could distinctly remember the feel of the last orgasm, stronger than any he had ever had blasting through his body like a bull through a gate. He felt Connor above him moments later, his thrusts growing frantic as he buried himself deep, his groans filling the room as he emptied himself into the condom deep inside Zane's ass.

Now, sitting beside Connor, Zane felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He knew Connor would remember how much he'd enjoyed it--how he'd moaned, how he'd clenched around Connor's cock, how he'd cum like a virgin. The thought made his face flush, and he started to stand up, his hands scrambling to cover himself. But before he could move, Connor stirred, his eyelids fluttering open.

Connor's gaze landed on Zane, and a slow, shit-eating grin spread across his face. "Morning, bro," he drawled, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. Zane froze, his heart pounding as he met Connor's eyes. There was no mistaking the triumph in his expression, the unspoken acknowledgment of what had happened. Connor was the alpha here, and Zane was the one who'd been fucked.

"What the fuck happened last night?" Zane muttered, his voice rough with shame.

Connor chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow. "You tell me," he said, his eyes roaming over Zane's body. "You were the one begging for it."

Zane's jaw clenched. "I wasn't begging for anything. You took advantage of me."

Connor's grin widened. "Sure, bro. Whatever helps you sleep at night." He pushed himself off the bed, his muscular frame on full display as he stretched. "Shower's all yours," he said, slapping Zane's naked ass as he walked past Zane. The sound echoed through the room, another assertion of dominance.

Zane watched Connor pull back the comforter of his own bed as Zane's mind was reeling. He knew Connor was right--he'd enjoyed it, maybe even more than Connor had. The thought made his stomach twist, a mix of desire and humiliation warring within him. As he stood there, his legs trembling slightly, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. Connor had crossed a line, and Zane wasn't sure if he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

"Man, you sure made a mess of my sheets. Think you are going to have time to wash them for me today?" Connor asked. Zane just stood there looking down at Connor as he pulled the sheets off his bed. "Unless, you want another excuse for me to climb back into your bed." Connor looked back over his shoulder, his shit eating grin painted back on his face. Zane still said nothing, and then he stood up and slapped Zane's ass again. "I told you, go get a shower, you need to go think, bro."

Zane listened this time and headed straight to their bathroom. He was in the shower as fast as he could get the water warm. Luckily, today's shower water was scalding, the water burning against his skin as he tried to wash away the memories of the night before. But no matter how hard he scrubbed, Zane couldn't erase the feel of Connor's cock inside him, the sound of his groans, the taste of his lips. His cock grew hard again with the images sheared now into his brain. As he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, he heard Connor's laughter from the adjoining bedroom, the sound carefree and mocking. He looked up and saw through the open door that Connor had been watching him. And now saw his erect state.

Zane took a deep breath, steeling himself as he walked out of the bathroom. Connor was sitting on the loveseat at the place of Zane's undoing, a beer already in hand, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You coming to join me, bro?" he asked, his tone casual, as if nothing had happened, as he patted the seat beside him.

Zane hesitated, his pride warring with his curiosity. But in the end, he couldn't resist. "Yeah," he said, his voice low. "I'm coming."

As he sat down beside the still nude Connor, the tension between them was palpable, Zane knew one thing for certain: this wasn't over. And as Connor's hand slid up his thigh to the edge of his towel, Zane knew it wasn't over by a long shot.

"Had you done that before?" Zane asked, as Conner's thumb fiddled with the hem of the towel. Connor didn't speak for a bit. His fingers sliding upward. Zane's eyes kept darting along Connor's nude form. Studying for the first time how his dark hair curled along his belly button and trailed downward into a neatly trimmed bush. His cock now flaccid lay like a pink to tinted snake tucked along one thigh.

"Yeah, bro! Probably three times back in high school. There's always some guy willing to let you fuck him if he's horny enough." Connor's hand slide beneath the towel, pulling it open.

"Last night," Connor said, "was fun, but you've got one more thing to learn." Connor's hand had traveled beneath the towel to grip Zane's hardening cock. He stroked him and Zane felt powerless as Connor leaned into him. He tugged at the towel with his free hand and Zane lifted it so he could pull it from beneath him. He was exposed again. Their naked thighs pressed against one another.

Connor spread his legs wide and spread the towel between his feet. "Alright bro, slide down there on your knees and face me." Zane moved to comply, the thought of not obeying his roommate never entering his mind.

Connor gripped Zane's neck and then ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. Zane's eyes never left his. "Good boy," Connor said, "now get me hard." Zane turned his eyes from Connor's and then turned his attention to the long, limp, pink cock. He reached out to touch it, just like last night. "No," Connor said firmly, "with your mouth."

For the first time Zane balked at the command. The humiliation last night flooded his senses, but then Connor gripped the back of his head and pulled his face inches from his 9.5 inch cock. He could smell it, the scent of last nights sex, and Connor's musk filling his nostrils.

Zane didn't pull away. Connor held him in position and Zane looked down at the pink head, the large ball sack, the well manicured pubes. Then he slowly stuck out his tongue. Flashes of Connor's tongue on his asshole last night made his own cock jerk.

He licked the tip, first with little finesse but then he flattened his tongue and let its rough texture slide along the ridge of Connor's cock. He felt more than saw it hardening beneath his slow stroke upward. Connor moaned above him. "Good boy!" He said, his deep voice resounding in his chest.

Zane thought of the many times he'd walked to the dorm, only to find some new girl on her knees in this very same position. "How many times had he turned around leaving Connor to get serviced? But now he was the one on his knees." Zane's thoughts swirled as he did another pass with his tongue. Connor's moans gave him a sick sense of accomplishment.

He licked the underneath of the growing erection. Connor again moaning his satisfaction. Zane felt his own rigid cock poking into his stomach. He couldn't believe he was doing this or that he had gotten so turned on. He lowered his head and lapped at the base of Connor's cock as it grew to its full and impressive state. He breathed in deep, smelling the earthy scent of Connor's cock.

"That's right, bro! Get a good whiff." Connor placed his hand on Zane's head, pulling him into himself so that his face was pressed into his groin. Zane continued to lick, his tongue rolling Connor's balls from side to side. Connor let go of his head and grabbed the base of his cock. He slapped it across Zane's check, stirring his earthy smell back into his nostrils.

Zane backed away, but Connor slapped his cock again. His cock head hitting Zane right on the lips, and then Connor grabbed Zane's head and pushed his cock into his lips. Zane let them part his lips and for the first time he could feel Connor's precum in his mouth. He opened his mouth and took in Connor's cock. The sponge head felt so odd inside of his mouth.

He meant to let it sit there, but then Connor bucked his hips and his cock slide well passed his mouth and into his throat. Connor thought he would have gagged, but his throat opened up like it was made to service well hung men. Zane pulled back as Connor relaxed and his cock slid nearly out but then as if eager to please, car began a feverish and enthusiastic bobbing that made Connor moan louder than before.

Zane opened up his throat, taking every inch of his roommate's meat into his mouth. His nose bottomed out back into the neatly groomed pubes. His nostrils filled again with Connor's heavenly scent. And then Connor gripped both sides of his head and stood. Zane didn't stop, he kept sucking even as Connor swung him around and leaned his head back into his mattress where he proceeded to fuck his face like he'd fucked his ass last night.

In this position, Zane could get to his own cock

And he began beating it off to the same rhythm of Connor's pelvic thrust into his mouth. He was stretched out, Connor above him pumping away, using him. Zane had never been so turned on in his whole life and with little to any thought his penis jerked in his hand and exploded. Connor followed suit emptying his load into Zane's open throat.

"Damn," Connor said, as he slid his cock out of Zane's mouth. "That mouth of yours was made to suck cock." Zane couldn't help but feel pride, especially as Connor rustled Zane's short cropped hair. "You might have to start my morning like that every day!"

Zane beamed up at Connor. His embarrassment and shame suddenly washed away with this new found pride. "Alright roomie, I'm heading to the shower now, don't forget to get those sheets washed, Connor said as he headed into the bathroom and closed the door.

Zane went to stand, the pain in his ass again reminding him of last night's drunken rendezvous. He sank back to the floor. Suddenly wondering what all of this meant for him. He'd never considered something like this happening. Not in his wildest dreams, but something about Connor was different. Zane didn't know how this would change him. Or how it might Even change their friendship. Maybe he should be more like Connor, and not so worried about it. It was an opportunity and it happened. Move on. He stood again, picking his towel off the floor and tossing it onto Connor's pile of sheets. He needed to get all those washed. Connor would be expecting it.