by Eva Luxe
To my dismay, I can hear the sound of running water from the back corner where the showers are. Maybe there won’t even be room for me and I’ll have to go back to my room and get my courage up all over again. But when I round the corner past the stalls, I see one of the showers is on and the other isn’t. I reach out to push aside the curtain, but before I can, someone, inside, yanks it aside and steps out.
It’s the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen in my life – and he’s completely naked.
“Oh!” I exclaim, jumping back a step. But the guy doesn’t seem even remotely fazed. In fact, he seems to be enjoying himself. Holding his towel in one hand, his lips twist into a grin as he looks me up and down.
I can’t help it. My eyes move on their own. He’s still wet, and his skin is shining, from his bulging shoulders and biceps to his abs – abs like I’ve never seen outside of a magazine.
Guys like this don’t exist!
This must be some kind of prank. I can’t stop myself though. My eyes move down…down…and then I see it.
His cock. Completely exposed. He’s not hard, but he’s still bulging and thick, and it hangs between his strong legs like it would be ready to go at a moments notice. It’s the second penis I’ve ever seen in my life, but I know enough to know it’s enormous.
“See anything you like?” He says. I tear my eyes away, feeling my cheeks go red with embarrassment. I want to turn and run, but I’m frozen in place. My legs will simply not listen to me.
“Wh-what!?” I stammer.
“Anything you like,” he repeats. He grins, reaches across his body to scratch his shoulder. The vein in his bicep bulges as his arm flexes and I feel my heart start to race.
He’s gorgeous.
Things are also happening…downstairs as well.
“N-no!” I manage to blurt out, my heart racing. I must look like a total idiot standing here with my mouth open.
“Tommy Mason,” he says, as though that’s supposed to mean something. With his free hand, he reaches down to his leg and scratches it. My eyes follow, and I know that’s exactly what he wanted. Follow right down to his cock, which I can see is getting harder.
Literally, in front of my eyes, I can see it growing. It’s pulsing – flexing as it straightens, growing even bigger, as though that was possible. My mouth waters and I feel myself getting wet. I’m stunned, but I’m only human, and the combination of visuals in front of me would is enough to send any girl spinning.
“I just finished up,” he says. “But if you want me to join you…”
I tear my eyes away from his beautiful cock and look into his eyes. Stunning blue and clear. His blond hair, still damp, hangs slightly across his forehead. Those cheekbones…those plump lips, and I can’t help but think about how they would feel against mine.
I’m lost in his eyes. His expression. His body…like a statue carved from marble. But he takes a step toward me. He’s close enough that I can smell his soap, and I snap out of it.
“No!” I blurt out, backing up. My heart’s racing and I am ready to run. “What? What are you talking about!? Join you!?”
“Yeah, you know,” he says casually. “Shower sex is the best. No need to clean up after.”
Shower sex? Did he really just say that!?
“Shower—” I start to say, but am unable to finish. I just look at him. He still hasn’t covered up. He’s loving this. How can he be so confident? Who is this guy!?
Without finishing, I turn on my heels and stride away as fast as I can without actually running. I almost run over a girl I recognize from down the hall as I go through the door, and I’m back in my room in the blink of an eye.
“What happened to you!?” Shannon asks me as I lean back against the door, sucking deep breaths of air like I’ve just run a hundred-meter dash.
“I can’t—” stammer. “I can’t even—”
“What!?”
“There was a guy in the shower!” I almost shout.
“Well, yeah…It is a coed bathroom.”
“No!” I exclaim. “He came out of the shower. Naked!”
“Ooooh?” Shannon giggles. “Was he cute?!”
“He was fucking hot!” I blurt out before I even realize what I’ve said.
What’s wrong with me? I don’t talk like that!?
But he was. That’s a fact. A guy like that shouldn’t even exist without Photoshop, but it was like some crazy person went and designed the world’s most perfect man and then just brought him into existence.
And his penis…it was so perfect, and so huge, that it almost scared me. The way I felt when I saw it, and the way it started to grow, almost like it had a mind of its own. He saw me, liked me, and wanted me. I can’t pretend I don’t like that, but it also terrifies me.
“He said his name was Tommy Mason.”
Shannon’s expression, filled with excitement and curiosity instantly changes to one of concern.
“Oh, no,” she says. “No, no, no, no, no. Mmm-mmm, no!”
“No? No what?!”
“Tommy Mason,” she states as though I should understand. “Big no-no. Forget what you’ve seen and move on.”
Forget what I’ve seen? You might as well ask someone to forget just how amazing a hot chocolate fudge brownie topped with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream tastes! How could I possibly forget something like Tommy Mason’s naked body?
“Why?” I ask, suddenly curious. “Do you know him?”
“Are you serious?” Shannon asks. “Tommy Mason? Sophomore? Like, biggest star athlete on campus? Future professional basketball player?”
I shake my head. “I don’t really pay much attention to that stuff.”
“Yeah, well, Tommy’s fucked half of the good-looking girls on campus, and the other half are lined up ready to bend over for him,” she says. “He’s bad news. Especially for a girl like you.”
“A girl like me?” I ask, starting to feel offended. I haven’t even really met the guy, but I already feel protective of him and resent the things she’s saying about him. And what does she mean by that comment?
“I don’t mean anything by it, Grace,” she says. “But you don’t exactly seem…experienced. Do you really want your first time to be with a guy who’s just gonna fuck you once and bail?”
“I – I hadn’t even thought about it,” I lie. Of course I thought about it. Seeing his enormous member hanging there in front of him – thoughts of what he would do to me ran right through my mind like a movie on fast forward.
“Well, good,” Shannon says, turning to her class schedule on her laptop. “Because he’s bad news.”
Chapter 2 – Tommy
Holy shit, that chick was hot!
And the look on her face when she saw the monster between my legs? Priceless!
I’m surprised it didn’t work on her though. Most girls throw themselves at me, especially when they find out who I am. But she didn’t even seem to react when I told her what my name was. Is it possible she doesn’t know who the great Tommy Mason is?
It was adorable watching her try to hide the fact that she was checking me out. I think she gave me the eye more than I did her – which I guess is fair considering she was wrapped in a towel and I was holding mine in my hand.
But I could tell she had something going on underneath there. She had some cleavage going and I bet she’s got a great pair of tits under there – at least C cups. And when she beat feet away from me, I could see her ass jiggle in a way that let me know she’s got something going on there that would look great from behind with her face in the pillow and her ass up with my hands wrapped around her hips.
I was ready to grab her and fuck her up against the wall in the shower right there. I’d wrap my hand in that long brown hair and pull her head back, stick my tongue in her mouth and fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t walk right tomorrow.
I saw her cheeks get red when she saw my cock growing. There was no way I was going to be able to control that. I’m a young, hot-blooded male, for fuck�
�s sake! When I see a chick that I want, my body reacts. And I bet hers was too…
She’d obviously just finished moving in and was sweaty. I got a whiff of her as she turned to escape, and it drove me wild. It was a mix of just a little bit of perfume and her natural scent, and I could breathe that in for hours. In fact, I’d want to fuck her in the shower stall with the water off for a while so I could get her smell in my nose and breathe her all in. I bet she smells good down there too.
When I see a girl I like – I want to devour her. But I don’t go down on every girl. No way, Jose. That’s just not a way to live your life. Not with how many girls I go through. Wrap it and tap it and move on. Don’t go down on randoms and don’t cum inside them. But for some reason, that girl has me wondering what she smells and tastes like down there.
I lick my lips as another girl comes around the corner.
“Oh, shit!” She blurts out as she sees me standing there, still naked. “Tommy Mason!? You live on my floor!?”
“That’s me, sweetheart,” I grin.
“Fuck! Your dick is huge!”
This one’s not shy. She looks like a party girl, the kind who would do a keg stand then fuck you in the back room on a dirty mattress. Any other time I’d grab her ass, carry her down the hall to my room, slide on a Magnum and rock her world. And she’d go for it, I can tell. But that other girl’s got my head spinning right now, and this one will have to wait.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I say, being a cocky little shit as I wrap my towel around my waist. I brush past her, but she makes no move to get out of my way. I feel her tits against my arm as I round the corner. She shouts after me as I step out.
“I’m room 314!”
“Gotcha,” I shout over my shoulder. Maybe I’ll hit it – maybe not. I mean, obviously I’m not burning any bridges here by not giving her the time of day. But to be honest, I’m a little over the sluts that throw themselves at you. I need a challenge, and it seems like this new girl might be just that.
What’s her name?
She wouldn’t tell me. Well – not that she wouldn’t, she just didn’t have a chance to. Did she know she was blushing redder than a tomato? She must. So cute. I wonder what her orgasm face looks like.
I step into the hall and look in both directions. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t live on my side of the hall. Most of those rooms are already moved in, so she must be on the other end. I could go door to door and knock, I suppose, but just as I’m contemplating my options, I hear Joey’s voice behind me.
“Ayo, Tommy! Let’s go already!? The fuck’s the problem!?”
Joey’s ready to get to the party down at Dover House. It’s a wild fucking spot off campus that I can’t believe anyone actually lives in. Basically, it’s a row of shitty condos where people party every single night. And I’m not talking about your average dorm party with a few drinks and your buddies.
I’m talking about wild, wild shit you think only goes down in movies. People fucking on the dance floor, people blacked out on the lawn in the morning, fights, people stripping down and running around out of their minds on drugs. The place is notorious for being a madhouse around the clock, and why anyone would ever choose to live there is a mystery. Most of them must not make it through all four years.
I turn to see Joey all ready to go, wearing an American flag tank top, a pair of UCONN shorts and a pair of his beloved high-top sneakers that match his shirt. The guy’s a total sneakerhead. I’ve never understood the fascination with having a thousand pairs of the same shoe in every color imaginable, but to each their own.
“You all set?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, man,” he grins, rubbing his hands together. “Time to go on the pussy prowl!”
I laugh, shaking my head, and head to my room. Joey was my roommate last year, and we got along so well we decided to do it again. He’s also power forward on the team, which makes things easy. I’m shooting guard, and the star of the show, but Joey’s a monster in his own right too. He may not be hitting buzzer beaters like me, but he’s still a baller. I’m pretty much a shoe-in for the pros, but if Joey keeps improving the way he has been, he’ll be right there with me – Hell, maybe we’ll end up on the same team.
It’s blowing my mind she didn’t react when she heard my name. Everyone on campus knows me. I mean, UCONN basketball’s a big deal, and I’m the biggest deal on the team. How could she not know me? But if she doesn’t…that will make this even more of a challenge, and I like challenges.
I toss my towel and slide into an outfit similar to Joey’s but a little less douchebag. UCONN tank, a pair of cargos and a pair of less outrageous sneakers. I debate on wearing my aviators for a second, but even for me it’s a little bit douche wearing sunglasses when it’s getting dark out.
“You know that girl Cindy from last year?” Joey says as we head for the stairs. “The one with the fat ass but no tits?”
I pretend like I’m interested and thinking about what he said, but really I’m just picturing what Grace looks like under that towel.
“Uh, yeah,” I mutter as we head down the stairwell that stinks of stale beer and body odor.
“Bro! She got a boob job. Double fucking Ds, dude!”
Joey sounds absolutely thrilled. I’ve never been a big fan of fake tits. I mean, if a girl’s got nothing and she wants to get a little going, that’s fine. But these bimbos that strut around with big watermelons bolted onto their chests…it’s just too much. How am I supposed to slide my dick in between them when they’re hard as a baseball and sitting right below the girl’s armpits?
“Yeah? They look good?” I ask him as we step out the side door into the parking lot.
“I don’t know, man!” Joey cackles. “Haven’t seen ‘em in person yet. But I plan to tonight.”
We cross the lot and filter in with a small crowd of mostly freshman who are heading for Dover House. I can already smell the booze on them and feel the excitement in the air. A group of girls start giggling when they see me and realize who I am.
“Is that who I think it is?” One of them whispers, loudly enough that I can still hear her.
“That’s Tommy Mason!” Her friend replies.
“That’s what I thought!?”
“Fuck, he’s so hot!”
“I know, right?”
They know I can hear them. That’s their way of throwing their hat in the ring for tonight without actually having to approach me. Being a guy like me, you end up seeing all the games girls play to try and get you to pay attention to them. But right now, my mind isn’t on which one, or two of them I could take home tonight. It’s on that innocent, blushing girl from the bathroom earlier and what she looks like without that towel.
Fuck. I don’t even know her name!
Chapter 3 – Grace
I’m staring at my class schedule, and have been for the last ten minutes, but my brain just simply isn’t functioning. There’s no other way to explain it. It’s like I’ve been hit over the head by something big and heavy. Something like Tommy’s…
Stop that! I scold myself.
Shannon said he’s bad news, and right now she’s the closest thing I have to a friend at this school, so I should probably listen to her. After all, she knows about him and I don’t.
And I mean – it does seem to make sense. What kind of guy comes out of the shower naked, isn’t even embarrassed when a girl sees him, and then invites her into the shower with him? One that’s trouble.
What would a guy like that want with me anyway? The farthest I’ve gone with a guy was some “heavy petting” as my mom would say. I’ve never even had my hand on a guy’s cock, let alone any other part of my body. I felt my ex-boyfriend’s through his pants once, but I just wasn’t able to go any further.
And here’s Tommy asking me to get in the shower with him, and there’s no way he wanted to get anything but dirty in a place designed to get clean.
“Stop it,” Shannon groans from her
bed where she’s getting her notebooks ready. I look up from my computer.
“Stop what?” I ask.
“Stop thinking about him!”
“What are you, a mind reader?!” I groan. She caught me.
“You’ve been staring at your computer like a zombie for like fifteen minutes now,” she reminds me. “It’s pretty obvious.”
I can’t bear it anymore. I’ve got to talk about it. I slump back in my chair and rest my head against the cool cinderblock walls.
“You should have seen him,” I tell her, my mind drifting back to the image of his flawless body, dripping wet as he stepped out of the shower. Those biceps…those pecs…that impossibly large…
“Oh, I have no doubt he’s gorgeous,” Shannon replies. “But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s trouble.”
“You keep saying that,” I say, sitting up. “How do you know for sure?”
Shannon looks at me the way my mom used to look at me when I asked her why I couldn’t have another bowl of sugar cereal, or have ice cream for dinner. And just like I would do to my mother, I put on my best pouty face.
“I have a friend who’s a sophomore,” Shannon tells me. “She’s friends with a girl who hooked up with Tommy.”
“Wow, that’s like…ten degrees of Kevin Bacon—”
“And she said that her friend told her, that Tommy fucked the ever living shit out of her – like the best sex of her life, and then never talked to her again.”
“Okay,” I reply instantly, wanting to protest this horrendous slander. “But like – is this girl a horrible bitch? Did she just throw herself at him?”
“I don’t know,” Shannon admits. “But I’m sure she did. I mean, that’s what most girls do.”
“Well, I wouldn’t do that,” I tell her, feeling proud of myself.
“Yeah? You’d be able to hold out in front of that?”
I zone out a moment as I think back to Tommy’s grin as he stood there naked in front of me – completely unashamed. He was proud, even! And why wouldn’t he be? He’s got the dick of a pornstar and the body of a fitness model.