Sam has an alternative ego, a sexy nymph named Samantha.
Sometimes that's short for Samuel
I'm Sam. Sometimes that's short for Samuel, A slight young man, trim and clean, round soft features and full lips framed with shoulder length brown hair and bright green eyes. I'm a short 5'9” and a bit of a slouch, so I come across as very short. I was never very athletic so I didn't have much muscle tone, but I keep fit skating and playing hacky sack with my small group of oddball friends. I keep to the skater look mostly, layers of t-shirts and skate gloves, torn up black jeans or tactical cargos, and either skate shoes (I LOVE my Vans but I'm usually rocking DCs or Etnies these days) or combat boots. Punky bracelets, some chains and a bit of eye liner complete something of a look. A bit edgy but not so edgy I got bullied much. My cousin Mike, who's a bit of a jock (but I let it slide) once told me I looked like an emo junkie eighties rocker... mission accomplished? I don't really talk a lot in most company, but when I get comfortable with someone there's no telling what I might say. But usually flying under the radar is more my style and staying quiet is the best way to get there.
Sometimes, Sam isn't short for Samuel. Sometimes, Sam is short for Samantha. Usually, under my baggie tees and torn up jeans are Samantha's things, (I like to keep her close, because I don't entirely trust her) lacy panties, and pink stockings, tiny cute socks and cropped tank tops. Sometimes I wear a thong and fishnets or my favorite thigh high rainbow socks and a leotard. I've found the girls garments under my clothes make me feel more myself somehow more comfortable in my own skin. And its erotic to me feeling that at any moment a few small wardrobe changes, and Samantha can come out to play. Admittedly Samantha's a lot more fun than Samuel... depending on who you ask. I'll slip into a women's room from time to time when I am alone, and the jeans and tees come off and go into the backpack with my books. I carry a skirt with me or jean shorts and a blouse for such occasions. Throw on some eye shadow and lipstick. I don't mess with much makeup, but I've mastered the minimalist approach I use and come across kinda sexy in a slutty way. Samantha struts through life with a great deal more confidence than Samuel. She knows what she wants and is very good at getting it. She's helped me through all sorts of dilemmas. Shes helped me talk my way out of problems, cut through red tape, get rides, get into interesting places, and she's helped me achieve financial freedom by the ripe old age of 19. Even college I wouldn't be paying for without her.
For years, I'd been quietly, secretly taking my sisters and mothers clothes. My crossdressing started when I was very young. My older sister Rosie and her friends would dress me up in their old Sunday school dresses when I was a kid. They would doll me up and put make up on me and cute little shoes and lacy socks, She called me Samantha and they would laugh and giggle while talking about boys and things I didn't understand. As I grew older they stopped toying with me, but I soon began to miss these activities. It wasn't long before I started taking Rosie's things and wearing them on my own. Soon enough I was even taking my mothers things which seemed to be a bit racier, more sheer, less concealing. Before long I had a little collection of my own made of their misplaced and forgotten undergarments and night clothes. As I matured and developed sexually, I became more involved with my private obsession. I bought my own clothes, then having whole ensembles complete with heels and skirts, blouses, tank tops, training bras, bikinis and loads of panties and socks. I started keeping my legs and genitals shaved, although for whatever reason I wasn't very hairy in general, at 18 I still didn't need to shave my face much, just controlling some wispy growth around my ears and on my chin. I'm sure my mother was aware of my fascination with girly clothes, but she never said anything and I didn't bring it up. Sometimes I would see her looking at me with a quirky kind of knowing smile, over her morning coffee while I left the house for school.
My Father died in a car wreck when I was young and my mom took care of my sister and I by herself. She did alright with her own business which she operated from home, and had money from Dad's insurance and social security benefits, but money was tight sometimes and when it came time for college it was going to be scholarships or student loans.
I skated through high school (no pun intended), smart but not driven was the label my advisers always pinned on me. I just didn't find school particularly interesting or challenging, so I did enough to get my 4.0 GPA but never did enough to get much in the way of financial assistance. I qualified for a few minor scholarships and grants but it didn't cover everything and soon I was hustling and working part time to make it work without taking student loans. I decided to go to State, which was a few hours from home, but it was instate tuition and they had a freshman housing allowance which I qualified for and I was able to stay in the dorm. It was the dormitory life that really woke up Samantha. Nothing like a huge building tightly packed with young horny men with too much free time and money to spark life into your inner slut.
My mom took me to school for the beginning of my first freshman semester. She helped me pack and move into my dorm room. I had taken the precaution of mailing some of Samantha's things to myself at the dorm to spare myself the embarrassment of explaining lacy panties and thongs to my mother, even though I was pretty sure she knew already. Mom helped me carry some things to my room, and soon we were putting up posters and filling the fridge with the generous amount of food and drinks she had bought for me. When I was fairly settled we said our goodbyes my mom was obviously having some trouble sending her last kid away. I walked her out to the car and she gave me a big long hug. I eventually pried myself away from her and she held me at arms length.
“OK, now call me if you need anything at all, and call me if you don't need anything. Just call me or I WILL come up here and embarrass you in front of your friends.” she said wiping a tear that was threatening to spill out of her puffy lower eye lid.
“Don't worry Mom I don't have any friends here” I quipped back.
“ You are going to make great friends here I just know it. I put some money in your backpack to get you going and I maxed out your meal card so be sure and use the campus dining hall, also put a present for you in your backpack... Oh baby... “ She trailed off. Suddenly her face hardened somewhat, “Now stay out of trouble Sam, you only get one bite at the apple they say. Don't waste your time here”
“You've already given me that speech mom.”
“Some things bear repeating” she said and reached up to tenderly caress my cheek. “My beautiful baby.”
“OK OK OK MOM!” Now I was getting embarrassed.
She bit her lower lip and smiled, fighting back tears she hugged me one last time and without another word jumped in her car and threw her seat belt on. One more furtive glance was all she could stand before driving off.
I made my way up to the dorm room passing a tall kid with glasses going through the same thing I had with his mom by the elevator. Rather than interrupt their cheek pinching and doting goodbyes, I opted for the stairs. Seven flights up I started to regret it but I fought my way through the last few flights and headed my way to the room. The room was small, with bunk beds with a dresser on either side, two small desks, and a table with a hot plate and a microwave by the window. I grabbed my backpack and looked inside there was an envelope with a note and 500 dollars in it, and a small carefully wrapped package. I pulled out the package and unwrapped it, inside wrapped up in pink crepe paper was three pair of soft cotton panties, and three pair of tiny pink socks with lace around the ankle. I was stunned. I sat there for a moment unable to process this... then I went for the note she had left in my backpack with the money.
Dear Sam, it began, For Years I've watched you growing up into the wonderful person you have become. I've seen all the scrapes and bruises that boys get, I've seen your beautiful mind develop and seen your friendships grow and I've never been anything but proud of the kind, thoughtful, empathetic, wonderful young adult you've grown up to be.
This next chapter of your life will be your first steps into adulthood and you will learn so much about yourself that you couldn't while living with your stuffy old Mom! I just want you to know that you can always be true to yourself. Be the person you want to be and I know that you will be the same sweet, compassionate person that I have always known you to be, wherever your choices take you.
Love, Mom
PS: I put something in your backpack that may help you feel more like yourself. Remember, be who you are because that is where happiness is.
I knew it. She had known... I wonder for how long. I dug out the panties and looked at them. Plain but very feminine, pink with white elastic and a small flower embellishment on the front of the elastic band. There were two pink pairs and one white with pink elastic, one pair of sheer white panties and a racier still a couple of thongs lacy and revealing. The socks were tiny pink ankle socks with lace around the ankles, two were plain pink and one had teal stripes around them. Under these I hadn't noticed before was a long pair of pink and teal striped thigh high socks, and a gold necklace with a heart shaped pendant. I quickly kicked off my shoes and pants, pulled off my boxers and pulled on a pink pair of panties. I was pulling up my pants when I heard someone fumbling with the doorknob. I panicked and jumped for the lower bunk pulling my pants up in a hurry and grabbing my backpack to stuff the rest of my unmentionables inside. I was scrambling to pull up my pants and get them zipped when the door burst open. It was the kid I saw by the elevator getting mauled by his mom.
He beamed a smile at me, “Hey Roomie! I'm Jacob!” He said trying to wave at me through a tangle of straps to his numerous duffles, backpacks and totes. “Oh” he said as if just noticing I was on the bed struggling with my zipper. “ Didn't catch you at something private did I ?” he said.
“what ? No no I was … I um, was just ...”
“Fear not young amigo! I won't judge if you don't” he said slinging some of his bags onto the top bunk. “I was going to ask for the top bunk that's awesome! We're gonna get along great I can tell. Where'd you come from anyway? I'm from Greenville but I've always been a State fan! My dad went here. He couldn't make it he's in Germany for work, are your folks here? Oh man I think my mom has my book bag” He looked around suddenly panicked, “oh no here it is” he said with a snorty chuckle. “whats your major? Do you have one yet? I'm going pre-law or pre-med I haven't decided... oh You haven't decided yet either, I bet ?Are you gonna pledge? I haven't decided yet but my Dad was a Delta Lam so I could legacy there if I want to but those guys are pretty uptight I'm not sure greek life is my thing” he rambled on.
“Well I ..” I began only to get interrupted again by incessant more queries. He asked me about everything I could imagine being asked about hardly giving me time for quick one word replies while simultaneously unpacking his things and decorating the room with pictures and posters and various keepsakes. I watched him build his nest. He was tall and lanky, maybe 6'2” with curly sandy blonde hair and thick plastic framed glasses hiding deep blue eyes. His angular face was dotted with freckles and his awkward long legs and arms were wiry and thin like the rest of him.
“Samuel right ? I saw your name on the dorm assignments, You go by Sam ? Sammy ?” he continued hardly pausing for me to squeak out “Sam...”
“What kind of stuff do you do, I like all kinda things,” he went on, “Video games, I play guitar, I like girls, huhuhu” he chuckled. “ I watch all the Marvel stuff, I read comics too, I don't do much sports but I do like swimming.”
I remained silent but patiently listened as he outlined his entire life for me. I noticed the door was still ajar and moved over to shut it when another person burst in. He was about my height but somewhat muscular and fit. I could tell he spent some time in the gym.
“Guys I'm Matt your RA for this floor. I have a list of rules here. Break em and I'll write you up. Bother me and I will write you up. Wake me and I will write you up. In fact, you're going to have to be pretty much invisible or I will ...” he paused and pointed at me.
“ Write us up ?” I said timidly.
“That's right.” He barked, “I'm a senior and I've got real work to do, keep it down or I'll make your life hard.”
“Sure thing,” I said.
He spun on his heel and barged on to the next room where I heard him start his well rehearsed speech once again.
“Gees, hes uptight”, Jacob said before resuming his barrage of banter.
I picked up the sheet of dorm rules from the desk by the door and looked over them. Seemed pretty standard. No showers after 10, no horseplay in the halls, no loud music, no using the fire escape except emergencies blah blah blah lastly it said in all capital letters AND ABSOLUTELY NO GIRLS. I put the paper down. I heard the cacophony of dorm noises gradually quiet as Matt threatened his way down the hall.
Jacob was in the process of claiming a desk but it looked like he was converting it into more or less and entertainment system, He pulled a small flatscreen television from a box he must have brought in earlier. He also set up a playstation and a small bluetooth speaker. He was talking a bit less now as he fumbled with cables and chargers. Soon his desk was completely buried in electronic overburden.
I set my laptop on my desk and put some notebooks, and other supplies in the drawer. I was a little bit peaked from the haul up the stairs and had broken a bit of a sweat, which gave me a great excuse for a break from a well meaning but exhausting Jacob.
“I'm going to take a shower I think,” I said, grabbing a towel from my duffle bag and my dop kit.
“Man that sounds like a great idea” he said.
I hurriedly threw on my shower shoes and hit the hallway. I walked to the bathroom and went through the anteroom where the sinks and urinals were, past the toilet stalls around a corner to the showers. They were semi private stalls with curtains covering the front. Inside they were roomy enough with a shelf for sundries and a towel hanger far enough away not to get overly wet from shower spray. There was also a full length mirror next to the shelf and hooks for clothing and a small bench. I took off my clothes, pausing to rub my new soft cotton panties on my cheek. Placing my clothes on the bench I turned the water on and stepped in. the water warmed quickly and soon I had a nice lather covering my body. I was thinking of the clothes my mother had sent with me and before I knew it I was sporting an erection. For reasons I don't fully understand I began to fantasize about my mother... not necessarily in a sexual way mind you. But I was imagining her dressing me. Like my sister and her friends did when I was a child. I was thinking of her helping me put stockings on, her hands caressing my legs and buttocks as she pulled them tight, hooking a bra for me and resting her chin on my shoulder as she reached behind me, her erect nipples pushing against my chest through the sheer fabric of a silk nightie. Her hands sliding gently down my back to squeeze my butt firmly. I was now extremely aroused stroking with vigor, getting close... I imagined her kneeling before me looking down at her as she looked up at me her hands rubbing my silk clad legs her mouth slightly open, I could feel her breath on my erect cock.
“ Hey Sam!” came the all too familiar voice of Jacob, “hows the water?”
“Um...” I said, “ not bad..” I answered meekly, hand still around my now rapidly deflating erection.
“ O yeah! That's great!” he said as he got his own shower running.
“ O god, yeah!” he moaned in relief. I watched the remainder of the blood drain from my cock and decided the moment was gone. I finished rinsing off, took out my razor and gave my somewhat still erect penis and my balls a quick once over. I was sitting on the bench tidying up and giving the old coin purse a minute to dry before getting dressed when I heard something familiar from the stall next to me. The rhythmic thumping, the wet fap, these were noises I knew well.
Jacob's in there jerking off. I thought.
Now it was my turn to interrupt. “Hey Jacob,” I blurted out. Immediately there was a calamitous crash from his shower stall. It sounded like he pulled the shower curtain down and knocked over all his stuff. I poked my head out genuinely concerned but tickled giddy at the same time. “Dude are you OK?” I asked.
“Whaa-uh-I-uh “ he stammered, lying on the curtain on the floor amid bottles of various shower gels and lotions. His hand still wrapped around his large erect penis. His body spasmed as he tried to cover himself with the shower curtain. “O dude I thought you were gone already you never reply to anything I say!” “ I was uh I …”
“ Didn't catch you at something private did I ?” I joked.
He Laughed loudly and smiled, “ Yah... hah... no I'm all good...” he started getting up, holding the curtain in front of him.”I'll just hang this...” he muttered as he hung the curtain up between us. I ducked my head back in my stall grinning uncontrollably and gathered my things.
“ I was just gonna say, I'm headed back to the room... anyway heh, good luck in there.”, I said over the wall between our stalls.
“ I'll be just a minute.” I could hear him picking up broken glass. I brushed my teeth on my way out of the bathroom, my own erection still pushing helplessly against the towel wrapped around my waist.
I went back to the room down the hall with my stuff in a shower bag over my shoulder, my shower shoes making characteristic flip flop noises on the linoleum floor. When I got to the door Matt came bustling around the corner. He stopped when he saw me and looked me up and down.
“You're Sam right 1021”, I remember you from earlier he said, his eyes lingering on my bare skin breifly before returning to my gaze.
“yes sir” I said, Under the radar, “Just taking a shower, do you need something?”
“No” he said looking at the clock in the hall, “I just like knowing my wards” I could tell now that he was unabashedly checking out the bulge under my towel.
“Oh”I said opening the door.
“Remember”, he said
“Invisible”, I finished sliding in the doorway. When I closed the door, I dropped my towel just a little, letting my supple ass poke out a bit.
“Good man”, he said, smiling.
It was getting later in the evening by now so I threw on some PJs and carefully put my clothes away. Years of hiding Samantha's things from my mom and sister had taught me well to keep my things and Samantha's things separate. For this purpose I used a throw pillow. Samantha's clothes lived inside the throw pillow, I had several back home I used but here I was limiting myself to one for now. I took the time I had now with Jacob apparently still showering, to put my things away properly and settle in with a book for the night.
About the time I sat down to read Jacob came in already in his starry night pajamas with his toothbrush in his mouth, and stinking loudly of cologne. “Woah,” I said, “You should ease up on the old spice” I laughed.
“I broke the bottle it got everywhere hehe” he replied a bright shade of red.
“Well your pajamas are cool I'll give you that” I said trying to make him feel a little better.
He and I talked for a bit after he climbed into his bunk. And soon we both quieted down and the long day behind us finally put us down.
At some point in the evening I was awoken by a large body climbing off the top bunk. I heard some rustling around and then felt again the earth shift as Jacob climbed back up. There was a click and a whir and blue light came from his bed. After a few key strokes and clicks, I was sure he was looking at porn on his laptop. Maybe hes just reading emails? But before I could drift back to sleep came again the unmistakable noises of self pleasure.
I think I must have chuckled softly, because he came abruptly to a stop and was quiet.
But the jig was up,”Dude,” I said, “you're going to wear it off”
“I... I... I'm sorry man I just … I couldn't finish earlier”
I laughed at this, “ me either”
“Oh hah... well do you mind if I ...” he started.
“No not at all,” I said. “That is... if you don't”
For some time, we had been artfully dodging specific mention of what it was we both knew we were talking about, but now pandora was out. “No of course not, I'm really glad we've broken the ice on this actually I jerk off... a... lot,” he said.
“Me too, just try not to make a mess, it'll make our room stink.” I said.
“ Well I tried to do it in the shower... anyway I don't think our room will smell like anything but old spice for a while now.” he joked. We both laughed, and he was right, I felt so relieved that we had already reached a roommate jerking treaty. And in no time his soft stroking resumed. As I heard his breathing change and his stroking quicken, I felt my own cock begin to respond. I began thinking of the shower, and Jacob laying there with his big dick in his hand. I was now rubbing my own cock through my Pjs enjoying the feeling of flannel on my freshly shaven skin. I started imagining my hands on his big dick, Samantha's hands... rubbing it up and down. I was so hard... My thoughts drifted back to my mother, looking at me with those proud eyes knowing that I wore panties under my clothes. I wanted to call her now stroking my cock to tell her I was thinking of her... to tell her I was wearing her pink panties... to tell her I was hard.
“uhggnnnnnnnm..... OOHHhhh...” jacob groaned with pleasure as I can only imagine he was ejaculating “UUUUGHHhh...” he continued. His sounds were making me feel his pleasure, from my loins to my nipples the shock of his sexual energy ran through my body. I moaned and pinched my nipples.
“ What were you doing in there anyway when I was jerking... you must have heard me for some time, I mean I was at it.” he asked, obviously back to his normal verbose self.
“Shaving my junk,” I said.
“HAHAHA” … he laughed, ' Oh wait, you're serious!” He sounded surprised. “You do that?”
“You don't?” I asked.
“Well, no... I haven't before...” He trailed off for a minute, it sounded like he was still working his penis.
What kind of porn do you like ?” He shifted suddenly, something about him asking me questions as I masturbated was driving me crazy, I was quietly arching my back and stroking my perineum and my anal ring, pushing my cock down from the base with my thumb. I was in full glory, aching to cum but keeping myself right there.
I answered him “I dunno, whatever really, I really like lesbians I guess,” which was true but I kept the depths of my depravity private for now. I was breathing heavy now and I think he could tell, I could hear his own breath shaking as he continued talking to me.
“I like a lot of different stuff,” he said listing seemingly every category out there in the annals of heterosexual kink. “BBC... BBW...”, I was over the edge now and I felt on the brink of losing consciousness “Lesbians, Ebony, Latina,” I was stroking faster now... “I really like threesomes too and group sex vids, ooo lingerie! love lingerie,” RIGHT THERE, on the absolute edge of ejaculation I propped up on my elbows with my hands on my hips, I put my feet on the bunk above me to steady myself and pointed my swollen pulsating cock right at my face.
“UghhGHhhhhh” I moaned.
“Rimjob... all the jobs … handjobs... blowjobs....UhHhhhhh” He was cumming again I think, and that pushed me over the edge. My glans were inches from my face as they started spewing string after string of semen across my face into my mouth on my chin and neck.
“Oh yeah,” he said as I finished letting the last drops drip into my open mouth. “Mature babes,” he added.
I wiped my face and licked my fingers clean. Mature babes was ringing in my ears. I was feeling odd about the fantasies of my mother. Guilty, but … loving and strangely aroused again.
“You really shave your privates?” Jacob asked from the top bunk.
“Yup, it makes things cooler down there and I like the way it feels, I mean you ever watch porn where the guy has a big bushy crotch? It's not the 70's, gross.” Suddenly I felt Samantha creeping to the surface, and pretty soon she spoke up. “Want me to shave yours?” I said coolly.
“Uhm, no thanks” he said.
“You sure ?” I goaded him further “big dick like yours might feel nice all clean.”
“Sounds kinda... gay,” He said.
“Only if I suck your dick afterwards,” I said. We both laughed.
“ OK, fuck it,” he said, “ We... gonna go back to the shower? its after 10 he said he'd write us up.”
“I doubt he's still awake its 2 AM but we'll be quiet. Strip down and get a towel I'll get my stuff”I said flicking on my dresser light.
Once we got to the shower, I had him sit down on the bench and drop his towel. He was nervous I could tell. He spread his legs slightly and I knelt between his knees. I had a hot wet towel and a bowl of hot water, a bottle of shaving gel and a razor. He was flaccid now but not completely as it had only been a few minutes since we both ejaculated vigorously. Still his cock was pretty impressive, 4 inches and thick with a dense pubic carpet around it and his large testicles. The scrotum had its own furry compliment and his legs were quite hairy all the way up.
First I used a pair of trimmers to tame the surrounding areas. I cleaned up his upper thighs, and used the clippers to knock down his pubic area to a shorter base level. I brushed him off with a dry hand towel, his penis was beginning to show some signs of life. For the first time, I could smell his sexuality. For a minute I felt drunk with it. I put my hands on his knees and spread his legs out further and leaned in my face just inches from his twitching manhood. I sprayed some shaving cream into my open palm, and set the can down.
“I'm gonna lather you up now.” I said, gripping his cock for the first time. Moving it side to side I lathered him up very well on either side. Of course, he was now rapidly getting hard.
“Damn dude, I'm sorry, I can't help it” he said with a groan.
“Don't sweat it, I don't mind” I said relishing the feeling of his cock hardening in my hand as I lathered his heavy balls with my other. I spread the lather behind his balls too down his perineum to his puckered asshole. He started when my finger brushed his anus. By now he had a raging boner. His cock was the largest I had ever seen up close. Certainly the largest (but not the first, a tale for another time) I had ever held, 8 inches maybe with a head like a plum, thick with veins webbing across its engorged surface. He was uncut, just the tip of his swollen glans was poking out leaking precum.
“You have a big one” I said.
I began slowly shaving him starting at the front of the anus. And shaving my way forward to his scrotum. I shaved around the sides of his balls and the crease of his thighs. He was now moaning and reached down and grabbed the head of his cock hard. I was shaving his scrotum now pulling it tight with my hand and moving it as I worked around his jumbo sized testes. He was tugging on his cock so I paused for a minute. I looked up at his face he was in rapture, putty. I moved quickly shaving his pubic mound next towards the base of his shaft. His cock was throbbing in my face, and he continued to squeeze the end of it as if he intended to pop it. I got some more lather but really it was just and excuse to handle his big dick. Using both hands I lathered him up and down his thick shaft, shooing away his desperate hand. He was leaning back now sliding his cock forward. Involuntarily thrusting his hips to my hands. With one hand I wrapped my forefinger and thumb around his girth and ran my looped fingers all the way to the base of his cocks swollen head. I finished the job slowly shaving his shaft from the base towards the tip. I ran the safety razor over him once more all over, looking carefully for spots I missed until I was satisfied that he was completely shaven. During my diligent inspection, I occasionally gave his erection a gentle stroking just to make sure it stayed an erection. Then I dipped the wet towel in the bowl of warm water and wrung it out over his newly shaven genitals rinsing away the leftover shaving cream and hair. I used the towel to wipe him off well and without a pause I started stroking his cock with both hands.
He was groaning loudly in pleasure and sliding towards the edge of the bench. I dropped the towel putting both of my hands on his bare penis pulling it towards me in slow firms strokes. I moved one hand to his balls, working them in my palm, pulling on them and pinching his scrotum. Every so often I would rub his perineum with my fingers and put pressure around his budding anus, he seemed to tense when I did this but he didn't stop me. I started tugging faster, twisting my fist in the stroke. It wasn't very long at all before I could see his cock pulsing in my hands. With every beat of his pulsating cock the head seemed to grow larger and more of his glans became more exposed. Jacob let out a large groan and tensed up and his great big balls suddenly pulled tight against his cock and his semen blasted out of him. He looked shocked all of the sudden, as his seed deposited in my hair and on my face and chest. It had been sometime since I had given another man an orgasm so it took me a bit by surprise and my shocked face bore the brunt of the first of his ejaculate. My open mouth was strafed and across my cheek. As I turned my head instinctively it covered my ear and got in my hair. I let out a bit of a yelp and he continued to make noises I can only imagine a dying elk might make, all the while still spraying me with strings of sticky cum.
When at last he stopped he looked down at me with a look of sheer terror.
“Dude,” I said, giving his cock another couple of slow pulls as if I was squeezing out the last bit of a gogurt. “That was a lot... didn't you already cum once?”
“Twice,” he said confirming my earlier suspicion.
Licking his juices from the side of my mouth. I grabbed the towel and wiped myself and Jacob clean. He still looked equally as confused and was for the first time since I met him … speechless.
Spent and conflicted and mumbling about his clean genitals and thanking me profusely... awkwardly Jacob retreated from the showers while I was gathering my things. I walked to the sink and washed my hands and face and dried off with the same spunk stained hand towel I had used just minutes earlier, tossing it in my gym bag and turned around and wouldn't you know it .. the RA whose name I had already forgotten was standing behind me in the sink area.
“Oh, I was … you're …” I stammered. Fumbling around for what to say... “first day in the dorm and here I am about to get written up.” I said somewhat defeatedly.
“Well, you're lucky” he said, looking down the length of my pajamas with a hungry look. “I saw you and your roomy in here. I was wondering which one of you guys was gonna be my next toy, you're gonna get my special pass”
I got the idea even if he didn't and struck a feminine pose with a hand on my hip and a hand on my chest.. “Well aren't I lucky?” I whispered leaning back on the sink.
He walked right up to me his hand went to my chest and he pushed me back on the sink. I leaned further back on the vanity spreading my legs apart, and he stepped right in between them.
“I think we're gonna be meeting a lot in here,” he said his face inches from mine. He slid his hand around behind me and took a firm hold of my ass pulling me to him. I could feel his hard cock through his varsity sweat pants. He leaned in to kiss me, but I was taken by surprise with this and pulled back, making him pause. By now Samantha was in charge though, I purred. I hopped up onto the vanity and wrapped my legs around his waist, turning my head to the side. Matt dove in and started sucking on the side of my neck clumsily clutching my ass with one hand and reaching for his swollen cock with the other. We pawed at each other clumsily for some short time kissing and touching, grinding and rubbing. After a few minutes I pushed him back and hopped off the vanity, now drunk with lust I turned my back to him and pushed my ass back until it was squarely rubbing his hot hard member. It throbbed against my anus through the thin flannel pajamas.
I looked over my shoulder at him and bit my lip suggestively. I pulled my pajama bottoms down exposing a beautiful lace purple thong my mother had put in my things for me. They disappeared into the crack of my smooth buttocks.
“WOAH, what do have we here ?”: Matt whistled. “This is even better!”
“Sometimes, Sam is short for Samuel, sometimes it's short for Samantha”, I said in a breathy tone. I rubbed his cock with my ass until I could feel its wetness on my bare ass cheek. He was moaning and now hurriedly pulling his sweat pants all the way off exposing a very nice erection, dripping with pre-cum. He wasn't hung like Jacob but he was well equipped and suddenly I was a little worried. Was he going to fuck me? Was I ready to be fucked ? By a stranger ? I had only performed anal sex one previous time and his dick was tiny by comparison. I had some experience with butt plugs and small dildos and the odd beer bottle, but this was intimidating, scary. But in the end I let Samantha take the lead... fuck it, “Fuck my pussy daddy,” I said and opened up for him... I arched my back and pointed my ass out as he reached out and grabbed my waist pulling me towards him. He had his penis in his hand and was grinding swollen head against my puckered asshole and pushing it up between my ass cheeks. Matt was rubbing the head of his dick around my asshole in circles pushing in a little bit, then rubbing it between my cheeks again. I was now very hard again and beginning to ache for the feeling of his big dick in my ass. He leaned back arching his neck forward and let a large stream of saliva drip down onto the head of his cock stroking it a few times to spread it around. He spit again onto my ass crack and used his finger to rub it around my anus, poking his middle finger inside to the second knuckle. I was watching him in the mirror as he bit his lip and squared up. I timed it just right and pushed back on him as his cock found the entrance to my anus again. His cock head pushed past my anal ring with a pop and he groaned loudly. He immediately blew his load, I hadn't even gotten past the initial pain of his entry before I could feel him ejaculating into my bowels. He put his arms under mine and around the back of my head pinning my arms back. He leaned into me, pushing my head down, moaning as he twitched and jerked, and finished his orgasm inside of me.
Without a word he pulled out of my ass, putting his hand on the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and holding me down against the vanity. “You keep your mouth shut and we'll be cool.” He wiped his cock on my pajamas before letting go of my hair, “ Seeya tomorrow night freshman,” he said and walked out of the bathroom. I could feel his cum running down the inside of my thigh.
“G'night cowboy” Samantha cooed after him. I felt dirty… and I liked it.