Fraternity Ass Contest (Patreon)

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

The idea was whoever could put the most grapes in their ass won. 

I won. 

I won’t go into full detail, but with the help of a “ass gaping beer bong funnel”, which before this night had just been a gag prop around the house, the guys supporting me were able to expedite the process of stuffing my ass with more grapes than should have been humanly possible. 

I ended up with 67 grapes in my ass, and in the process, my asshole was stretched wider than I had ever seen an ass stretch. It was very fun. Afterwards, I released a disturbing pile of grapes into a trash bag, eliciting cheers and pats on the back. There wasn’t even a trophy for this competition, just the clout that comes along with besting my bros in yet another feat of dubious skill.

The party went long into the night. I could feel the soreness in my stretched ass, but brushed it off as I danced with a couple girls, grinded my weiner on their butts, but didn’t get very far beyond some boob action. Halfway through the party, a couple other freshman came up to me, their brains clearly fogged in party mode.

“Dude,” one of them said, this pale, smaller guy with curly hair and a backward hat, clearly new to the frat party scene. “This is the guy who got a hundred grapes up his ass!”

“No way!” said his friend, looking at me with wide eyes.

“Actually it was…” I started, only to be cut off by the smaller one.

“How does your ass feel?” he insisted.

I was looking at these dudes, staring back at me like I was a god for some reason. I had always hit the gym, and knew I had a sort of effect on smaller guys, with my mature jawline and general dgaf demeanor. I thought I might as well give them a show, if only to see their reaction.

“See for yourself!” I yelled over the music, turning around and dropping my pants, quickly spreading my cheeks to show my pink hole that I had just inspected in the bathroom.

“Fuck!” one of them said, “It’s a gape!” 

He had clearly watched too much porn.

“Yeah,” said his friend, as I stayed there gaping for their amusement. “I can see his pink insides! Fucking crazy!”

I pulled my pants back up and turned to them. “A real man uses all body parts for glory.”

They laughed. I laughed. It was a fun moment among random party-goers. They drifted off to their next amusement, some guy doing handstand pushups in the middle of the dance floor, while I went back to trying to get laid.

I ultimately passed out on a couch in the basement party area. It was the comfy one that I always tended to gravitate toward after a long night, when the stairs seemed like an unnecessary hindrance to a comfy sleep. I closed my eyes, and tuned out the world as the last people drifted out of the party, and subtly noticed someone get on the couch with me. I didn’t care. I was facing into the back of the couch, a big, thick blanket pulled over me, comfy and wiped after a long night, ready to get some Zs. 

I woke up at some point, with pangs of pressure in my ass. It was surprisingly sore, like worse than when I laid down. I wasn’t surprised to have some discomfort in my ass after everything I had put it through, but there was something else. The sensation was familiar, as I drifted back into wakefulness. It felt like I had more grapes back in my ass. I didn’t want to move and lose my sleep vibe, so I just clenched my cheeks, and that’s when it hit me that there was something inside my ass again. 

Then I felt someone’s breath on my neck. 

Some guy is putting his dick in me.

Fuck fuck fuck. I was frozen. I felt him push further past my entrance into me, grabbing my hip and lining up his chest with my back. I felt muscles and pecs, matching mine. I had never thought about hooking up with a guy in my life, beyond ironic gay jokes and dry humping my friends, all that stuff we do for a laugh in circles like mine. It was like the funnel going into me again, except warm and somehow more fitting. I guess male sweat and grape juice was enough lube to achieve penetration when I ass was this loose already. It felt like a comfortable thing to be honest. I guess I had actually been pretty stretched out. 

I started to have flashes of porn go through my brain. All the times I had seen a petite, young “co-ed” take a dick in her ass, pleasing a man and submitting. I was stunned. Emotionally, it was like I was taking the place of some girl. Instead of fucking a hole tonight, I was the hole, and for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to make him stop. I was ashamed, but curious at the same time. It felt kind of good, and warm.

As the mystery guy pushed in further, breathing on the side of my face and my ear, I felt his smooth cheek and sharp jaw press against my head, and it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. 

I finally stopped pretending to be asleep, and reached back to touch his leg. He didn’t flinch or stop for a second, continuing his experiment on my backside. I squeezed his thigh, but he was like a zombie, taking his pleasure from my hole. I was still hazy and half asleep, but my mind was focused on this strange, erotic, surprise new experience I was having.

I looked down and noticed there was a huge pile of pre-cum dripping onto the couch in front of me. My dick was throbbing, like it was wired to the buttons he was pushing in my ass. I was turned on while getting fucked, but the idea that it was weird to do something gay was only a distant thought, if any.

Was I wearing pants when I went to sleep? I couldn’t even remember for sure. They were halfway down my legs now. It didn’t matter. I started beating off, half humping the couch, half pushing back into the guy behind me. It might sound like a weird justification, but after putting a thousand grapes up my ass, it felt like it wasn’t that weird to at least let my friends fuck me, at least not in that moment where I was enjoying it so much.

It finally hit me in my sleepy, horny haze that I didn’t even know who was fucking me.

I turned my head to discover some random dude I did not know. Had he been at the party? I couldn’t even remember. My stomach sank a little bit, but I never let go of my dick. His eyes were closed, his hands on my hips as he continued pounding into me, rhythmic, almost mechanical, just humping like a reflex as he held me tightly.

It was the most bizarre visual of my life. Some shirtless, jacked and muscular blonde dude, his face red, pounding a thick manly cock into me, and it didn’t even hurt. I mean, there were some bizarre sensations as he pushed harder and deeper, and it would’ve been nice if he had at least spit on his dick, but it didn’t bother me as he pounded my prostate and basically milked me on the couch. He had a pair of shorts on, partly pulled down, just exposing his cock. His balls flopped around as his body started basically convulsing on me, leaving streaks of sweat on the couch as he pummeled my poor hole.

My mind went as numb as my ass. I felt like I had devolved in a gooner zombie in the middle of the night. I had never been woken up with a blowjob or anything like that from a girl, and all I could think about was being one of those submissive girls in those videos on the internet, getting pummeled unexpectedly and submitting to a strong man. I had always been a bigger, athletic guy myself, and the idea of another guy using me for his pleasure and making me feel like a hot piece of ass was tripping me up. 

To be honest, the idea had crossed my mind before. I remember getting injured once at Rugby, and a friend literally picked me up and carried me off the field. The feeling was so nice. It reminded me that literally no one had carried me since I was old enough to walk. 

I remember brushing that feeling aside as soon as he put me down. But now, years later, it was roaring back. The feeling of being held was better than sex, and the stimulation he was forcing into my prostate was icing on the cake. It was a new form of sex.

I barely even saw the whole dick, but I noticed that it wasn’t small. It was probably bigger than mine, but hard to compare in the dim light, and my mind being elsewhere. I was pretty sure he was fully awake at this point, but I honestly didn’t even know for sure. 

Suddenly, I felt it inside me. He never stopped thrusting, but there was lube now. The burn suddenly subsided, and I felt wetness piling up on the shaft pistoning my body, even dripping down my cheeks. I squeezed the tip of my cock and gave myself a couple death-grip strokes, feeling my steel-hard, pulsing red piece of meat until I unloaded myself onto the back of the couch. I let my white streaks run down the back of it. It wasn’t the first load I released onto this couch, and I was sure other guys had been as bad about it as I was over the years. We were basically animals, knowing that every surface of the frat house had been cummed on and fucked on regularly for a long time.

He finally slowed down, and sort of stopped fucking me as I felt his body melt behind me. His muscles relaxed, and his breathing slowed. I could smell the effects from his gasping effort to cum, and the aroma of jizz from both of us floated up to my face. He went still and laid there, his dick inside me, his hand on my hip, his head somewhere behind mine, his breathing hitting my neck rhythmically.

As his dick slowly slipped out of me on its own, I became aware that there was a lot of cum in and on and around me at that moment. That random guy who had just stolen my flower was sleeping soundly, his dick resting on my butt, and I still couldn’t find it in me to get up and address the situation at all. I was torn, and honestly still felt good. It was warm and comforting, like I had an attachment to this mystery dude. 

I stayed in place, slowly pulling up my shorts. The dude next to me stirred, flipping over to his other side. His ass was partially showing, and I could see the round glutes of a fellow gym enjoyer on him. 

It was still dark out. I should be asleep. I pulled the blanket over both of us, and didn’t hear another word from him. I settled back into where I was before, facing the back of the couch, our bodies still touching. 

I felt his jizz run out of my ass, now even more gaped than before, I assumed. I didn’t react, and just let it leak into my pants. I knew it was a bit disgusting to have bodily fluids all over me, but I was also a nasty frat boy, and I could just hop in the shower in the morning. 

Hopefully I find out who this guy is tomorrow, I thought to myself. 

And we slept, butt to butt.