Try to find Mario

You feel incredibly sore. Not only is your asshole on fire from having been fucked raw and filled by more cocks than you can remember, but you also feel very hungover. Nate is evidently a lightweight in the drinking department, and whatever it was that you downed — other than a shitload of cum, that is — was clearly stronger than this twink’s body could withstand. You sit up and feel light-headed. As you tentatively stand, you also feel more evidence of the night’s activities leak out of your stretched ass and run down your thigh.

All around you are passed out, naked jocks. Ordinarily you would stop and admire the view, but you feel so horrible that it takes all your attention to carefully step around them, trying not to puke or step on anyone’s balls.

You look around for your clothes, but that is a hopeless exercise. There are so many clothes scattered around that it would take hours to sort them all out. You run your hand through your thick black hair and wonder whether you should just lay back down and try to sleep this all off. That’s when you remember a conversation from a few hours ago. At the time you didn’t pay much attention to it, because you had your legs being spread apart by two different athletes, who were loudly encouraging one of the team’s star players to “fuck him hard and make him your bitch!”

Even so, the memory starts to form in your mind of Mario, fresh from having just blown his load in your ass, talking to a teammate.

“Damn, but he is tight!” you remember Mario saying. “I wonder what he felt like before he started getting stretched out!”

“You’re not kidding,” said the other guy — a fellow whose name you do not know, but you remember that his cock was curved downward in such a way that when he facefucked you as you were being spitroasted on your back, his prick glided perfectly down your throat like it was custom-shaped to go in there. “I wonder if he’ll still be that tight for Round 2 in the morning. The last guy we had didn’t even make it all the way through Round 1. Half of us ended up just jacking off on his face while he was passed out on the floor.”

You remember Mario grabbing someone’s shirt from the floor at random and using it to wipe off his dripping cock. “I wish I could stick around and find out, but I’m spending the weekend with Marcy at her parents’ house, and I need to get back.”

“You don’t have to leave right away, do you?” asks his teammate. “I was really hoping to have some one-on-one time with you tonight.”

The explosion of cum on your face at that moment from the African-American fellow at your side caused you to have to turn your head and wipe the thick drops off your eyebrows. As you turn, you see Mario’s teammate rubbing his crotch against Mario’s thigh and running his hand over his chest.

Mario says, “Well, I don’t have to go right now... Marcy’s parents are coming by around noon tomorrow. I suppose I could spare a little time...” He grabs his teammate’s cock and gives it a bit of a squeeze.

“And you’d much rather be fucking my ass right now, even though your girlfriend is pretty hot,” replies the horny football player. “You’ll have all weekend to have your cock in pussy, but this is your last chance for a few days to get a piece of my ass.”

“Well, since you put it that way,” says Mario, leading his friend toward the stairs that go to the second floor bedrooms.

At this point your memories are superceded by the non-stop succession of horny athletes who take turns between your legs. Now, as you reflect on the events of the night, your sphincter seems to ache even more, and you are frankly amazed that you can walk at all.

You look toward the stairway where you saw Mario lead his fuck buddy. You wonder if he is still here. If so, this might be the break you’ve been waiting for. You remember Mario’s comments in the locker room about having a key to the medical labs. If you could just get your hands on that key, you could get the answers you need.

You take the stairs very, very slowly. Each step elicits a twinge of painful protest from your ass and your head. You grip the railing tightly to prevent yourself from falling and breaking your neck.

At last, you are at the top of the stairs and have a choice of looking into three different rooms.