The door on your left

You listen at the door on your left. Hearing nothing coming from the other side, you carefully turn the doorknob and peek inside. The smell of sex fills your nostrils, even as your eyes adjust to the lower light of the room.

“Huh...” croaks a sleepy voice from the bed. You look and see evidence of two people under the covers, but only one of them is slowly moving, reaching a hand out from under the blankets and shading his eyes against the light coming in through the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” you say, taking a step backward. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” You start to pull the door shut, but the voice tells you to stop.

“Wait a minute... What time is it?”

Much to your relief, you recognize the voice. It is Mario, the guy you were looking for. He sits up and puts his feet on the floor. As the blanket falls off his upper body and as your eyes adjust to the light, you see he is naked. A quick look at the figure sleeping next to him is less revealing, and you can’t even tell if it is the same guy you saw him hooking up with a few hours ago.

“I’m not sure,” you respond to his question. “I don’t seem to have my watch.” That much is definitely true. If you did have a watch on, it would be your only clothing. In your hungover state, it still hasn’t fully sunk in just how much of a cumslut you were the night before, but every time your hand touches a different part of your body, it seems to find yet another caked layer of dried semen adhered to your skin.

Mario stands and steps to a window. He pulls the curtains back slightly and looks outside. As he does, light floods in, illuminating his naked body. Even as horrible as you feel at the moment, you are not so hungover that you fail to appreciate the perfection of the Latino athlete. His long, uncut cock, hangs naturally in front of him. As Mario stretches and yawns, he does so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to climb out of bed with lover and parade his muscled, well-conditioned body in front of you.

“I definitely overslept,” he says, taking one more look out the window. “I’ve got to get out of here.” He looks around on the floor, searching for something. After a moment, he snaps his fingers and says, “Oh yeah... My clothes are downstairs.”

I try, without much success, to move my eyes from his body to his face as I respond. “Yeah... Good luck in finding them. It’s a mess down there.”

He steps over to the door and looks at me. “Nate? Wow... What the fuck? I didn’t expect to see you up and about so soon. In fact, I didn’t expect to see you being able to walk again for another day or so!”

He says it with a chuckle, and you feel his eyes roam over you with an intimacy that you find both unsettling and arousing.

“Well, you’re definitely not catching me at my best right now,” you admit. You rub your temples. “I really need some Tylenol.”

He steps closer and reaches around you and grabs your ass. “I imagine you’ll need something for this end of your body, too, won’t you? Damn, but how many times did you get fucked last night? I heard one guy say he was standing in line for his fourth turn at you! I wish I had time for more than once; you really are a hot bottom bitch!”

He gives your ass another squeeze and a smart smack.

“Um... thanks, I guess,” you say, awkwardly. “It was fun.”

Mario leers at you for a moment before remembering the time. “Damn, I wish I could stick around. Usually our cumdump is so worn out in the morning that we have to bang him while he’s still passed out. I can’t remember the last time we had one who was on his feet like you are. Of all the rotten weekends for me to have to spend with my girlfriend!”

You fight off the wave of nausea that hits at the thought of enduring another round of energetic gangbanging. True, last night had been the fulfillment of many a secret fantasy, but at the moment, you doubt that you could endure anything more demanding than soaking in a hot bath for a few hours and letting all that cum drain out of your ass.

Mario reluctantly makes his way past you, openly admiring your body as he does. You follow him downstairs and help him as he looks around for his discarded clothing. You are at it for a few minutes before it occurs to you that you don’t even know what you’re looking for.

“I came in with a Greenbay Packers jersey and ripped jeans,” he says. “I should have known better... Finding the right clothes in the morning is always a challenge, and I usually put my car keys on the refrigerator and just go home in whatever clothes I can find that fit. When I got here last night, though, the gangbang had already started, and I got too eager to grab my chance to pound your tight little pucker!”

Despite your terrible headache, you feel your cock respond to his words and the memories that they evoke.

After a few more minutes of searching, you spot a Greenbay Packers shirt, partly visible under the tangled bodies of three football players. They evidently fell asleep — or passed out — while in the midst of a threeway cocksucking triangle. You have to lean over a red-haired defensive tackle to reach the shirt, bringing your face a mere two or three inches from the cock of a cocoa-skinned running back.

“Is this it?” you ask, holding up the shirt.

“That’s the one,” says Mario, taking it from you. You show him where you found it, and he quickly recovers his jeans and shoes nearby. After looking for a few more minutes and being unable to find his underwear, he says, “Screw it. It’s not the first pair of underwear I lost during one of these parties.”

He puts the jeans on, commando style. Inspecting the shirt, he says, “Geez... That has to have been Brent who spooged all over this... Look at the size of that stain!” He holds out the shirt for you to see, and sure enough, there is an impressive cumstain that covers most of the large “9” on its back.

He slips the stained shirt on and says, “Oh well... I’ll need to shower before Marcy and her parents pick me up, anyway.”

Because of the hangover, it takes you longer than normal to process his words. “Wait a minute... Don’t you work on campus? You clean there or something, don’t you?”

Mario looks surprised. “Yeah... At the medical research building... How did you know?”

You stumble for some words before saying, “I just think I heard you say something about it in the locker room.... I’m just surprised that you are going to be gone all weekend with such a important job like that!”

Mario looks at you like you are speaking a different language. “Dude... I just clean! It’s not like I actually know how to do any of that research! Besides, that’s why I was late last night getting here... I got all my work done until Monday so I could be gone. Speaking of which, I really need to get out of here.”

He steps up to you and turns you around and runs his hands over your ass, parting your cheeks and fingering your hole. “Damn.... I REALLY wish I could stick around! If it’s any consolation, though, I’ll be thinking of you each time I fuck my girlfriend this weekend! Maybe we can hook up when I get back? You can show me what I missed out on?” His fingertip slips into your ass and wiggles, sending waves of desire through you.

“Um... sure... I’d love that,” you stammer.

The fit stud reluctantly withdraws his finger and reaches in his pocket to retrieve his car keys. “Well, Nate... Until next time...” He turns and heads toward the door.