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It was 1 a.m., but steam was pouring out of the communal shower when I arrived. I turned to leave, not wanting to see anyone just now, but a voice boomed from the depths of the shower.
"Who's that? Someone there?"
I recognized the voice of the dorm counselor, Nate, a wrestling scholarship student in his last year of eligibility. He had been real nice in greeting me when I had arrived at campus, my car filled to the brim from the cross-country drive, already lonesome for home. Strange he was using the communal shower, however; I thought he had a bathroom of his own in the counselor's apartment.
"That you, Nate?" I called out. "It's kinda late for a shower, isn't it."
"Late wrestling practice tonight; trying to get the knots out, but yes, it's late for a shower. What's your excuse?"
"A late dinner at a professor's," I answered, as I tossed my towel on the bench and entered the steam. I could barely make him out on the other side of the shower room, a big, black monster of a man, with bulging muscles everywhere--everywhere but downstairs, though, I could see. His penis, obviously in repose, barely peeked out of his black bush of pubic hair. What was showing, though, showed an extra large, cut head.
"At the professor's? What professor?" he called out to me. He was vigorously scrubbing away under his arms and across his massive chest with a sponge.
"Uhh. Professor Hollings, the logic professor."
A brief pause, and then a snort, "I see."
I wondered what he "saw." I harkened back to the warning I got before I went to Professor Hollings' house, and I reddened up, as I soaped up, wondering just how many people knew about Professor Hollings and his"meetings" with his new students.
I heard the sound of something hitting the floor of the shower and skidding past me into the corner. I looked up, and Nate was standing closer to me, a little smirk on his face. I couldn't help but notice that he was stirring down below. Not long, by any means, but bigger now, much bigger around, and sticking out farther.
"Soap, I dropped my soap," he said with a grin. "It's there behind you. Can you reach it for me?"
"Sure, Nate," I said and I turned and bent over--and he was on me in a flash. He had his big mitts wrapped around the front of my thighs and was diving for my asshole with his tongue.
"No, Nate, stop that!"
"Ah, I smell the professor's ointment and his scent. He's been up here, hasn't he?"
"Nate! God, get off me!"
"Scream all you like, Pretty Boy. Everyone on this hall knows I take what I want when I want it. Hollings has been in you, hasn't he? He's been fucking you, hasn't he?"
I tried to pull away, tearing at his hands, but he moved one of his hands between my legs and grabbed my balls and squeezed. I screamed in pain.
"Stop squirming or I'll castrate you, right here and now. Gave you that lecture on logic and pleasure, didn't he, and then couldn't hold himself; came almost as soon as he got it in you, didn't he?"
"Nate, no. Yes, yes, he seduced me. What do you want me to say. And I'm here to clean him off me. I don't--"
"Well, tonight you do. I don't care about it being seconds. I've had my eye on you since you rolled in here. Come on, open up again, Baby. Ah, that's better."
He had his tongue in me farther than I thought a tongue could go. And he was working my balls and cock with one of his hands. He left doing that, picked up his soap from the floor, and began soaping up my ass, exchanging his tongue with his fingers. I was huffing and puffing and doing a little screaming, but he paid me no mind whatsoever. I once tried to stand back up, and he slapped me on the butt and told me to stay bent over. Then he just took one big mitt and wrapped it around my belly. He used his other hand to help guide his huge knob of a dick to my asshole, and then he just pushed his way in a couple of inches. I screamed and writhed.
"Com'on. You opened for that old professor. Open up for me. God, you've got a tight butt. The professor was the first, wasn't he?"
"Yes," I whimpered, hoping that he'd have some mercy on me.
"Argh," he yelled, as he grabbed my hips with both of his hands, and knocked my legs farther apart with one of his feet. I slipped on the filmy floor, and grabbed for the floor with my hands to keep myself from falling. I needn't have bothered. He had me well under control with his beefy hands--wrapped around my pelvis on each side, his thumbs pulling my butt cheeks away from my hole.
With another "Argh," he was in another two inches, and I was being split, my ass canal opening to him whether it wanted to or not. And then he just rocked me like a rag doll, his thick dick coming a bit out when I was rocked in one direction and then a bit farther in than before when he rocked back.