Beware the college showers

(Dear readers, excuse me for the syntactical/grammatical/spelling mistakes. I've tried to edit the story but it seems the edits didn't catch on. I'd try to get back to it but due to a current lack of time I don't know when the corrections will be made. I hope you can look past these few missing mistakes: ungrammatical-stream-of-consciousness sentences and missing contractions of verb "to be"...I'd try to get to it as soon as I can. Until then, I hope you can enjoy this for what it is at the moment. I'll catch you soon.)

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I’ll never forget the day after our obligatory PE in college.

I don’t know who decided that but we all at our first year had to take a minimum of one class of an hour and a half of PE if we wanted to enroll in the next semester. What wasn’t fair was that we all had to do equal exercises regardless of how fit we were. Personally, I don’t care for sports that much and mostly prefer gaming in my room. That much was obvious from my protruding belly and smaller moobs that bounced while we were running or doing virtually anything. I wasn’t really obese, but there were probably some 25 pounds that could be shed. On the other hand, what was nice was the aftermath of it all. Even though the jocks barely broke a sweat, they all however showered afterwards which meant all skin was on display—their toned or bulked bodies, big arms, heavy quads and soft bubble buts. It was all so distracting, yet me and my erect dick still wouldn't complain. Particular distraction was one Latino guy—Mateo I think his name was—he was on the soccer team and honestly, if all players looked like that it seemed I maybe I was into sports after all. He wore only short inseams which were barely holding in his quads and ass. He didn’t have a bubble butt however he was thick and then some. His shoulders were wide with beefy pecs which jiggled a bit when he walked.

 I waited for a bit for the showers to empty out—firstly because I didn’t want them all to see me shirtless, and secondly I had more time to observe all the fine jocks that moved about. And oh what glorious fortune was that Mateo was taking a shower without pulling his shower curtain right in front of everyone And he was really going into it, with his hands pressing onto his back, then traveling onto his ass cheeks and his calves. As if he was pulling a performance. I think I drooled a bit. 

Just before he was finished rinsing I turned my face so as not to be caught in the act. Though it was still tactical, I turned my eyes in the direction of his stuff so when he came into my line of sight I had to contain my gasp. The man was packing a monster. Not the longest, but thick with a dark plump head. He was circumcised. 

Praying my boner didn’t betray me, I quickly took my things and went to the shower. I took some time letting the water wash my tiredness off as well as the sweat. Lovely, after I’ve showered almost everyone will be out already and I’d have my peace to dry and dress myself. The blissful moment was interrupted with the sound of the shower curtain being pushed aside. As I quickly turned my head I saw Mateo standing just outside of the shower. Then, he stepped in and pressed his torso onto my back as the shower kept on running.

“I saw you looking at me,” he said into my ear. “I saw you and how you’ve been looking at me,” he paused, “the whole class.”

“I-,” didn’t know how to react, “I-, I wasn’t…wasn’t looking at you.”

“Are you sure,” he asked as his hand traveled around my waist and grabbed my hard dick.

I was completely embarrassed and felt the blood rush to my cheeks. And that’s the moment I felt something hard on my back. He was hard! And he was pressing his erect dick against my ass.

“Have nothing to say?”

I said nothing. He was slowly sliding his hand up and down my ass.

“You know, I looked at you as well,” he purred.

I wanted to die, yet the position I was in and what he was doing to me was making me even more harder. 

“We could say I have a type,” he said as he pushed at my anus.

“Mgh,” I grunted as he pushed his finger inside me.

“You like that,” he asked before he pushed his finger deeper and hit my prostate. As he did it I let out an audible moan.

“That’s what I thought,” and I felt another finger pushing against my hole.

“Agh,” this time I winced a bit as pain spread over my hole.

“Sh, sh,” he whispered, “it’s fine, you’ll grow to like it.”

As he continued to work my hole for a bit the pain turned to pleasure and I started moaning the more he twisted his fingers, the more pushed inside me, the faster he went in.

“As I told you,” he said as he pulled out his fingers, “I have a particular type.”

At this point, I had both of my hands on the wall, bracing myself, and he was still pressed on my behind. He repositioned the showerhead not to aim directly at us and then I felt a warm liquid on my hole. He spat a load of spit onto my hole and started massaging my entrance once more. I softly moaned at every twist he made with his finger.

He pressed his lips to my ears, “And do you know what type is that?”

I shook my head.

“You are,” he said in a husky voice, “Fatty,” before he pushed his cock inside me.

I winced and screamed in pain as his wide meat forcefully entered my hole.

“What is it,” he asked cockily, “You don’t like it,” he said as he pushed himself balls-deep into me.

My vision went blank for a second as the pain soared through my body. My ass was on fire, his cock felt like a fiery rod. As I let out a grunt from all the pain he pushed his cock out. The moment of relief was only brief before he pushed his meat into my ass once again, now with full vigor pushing my face against the pale blue tiles of the shower stall. He started ramming his dick inside me, pushing his cock balls deep with every move. My vision blurred again as with every thrust he widened my hole more and more .

“Ugh,” he grunted as he continued plunging into me, “You’re tight as a virgin.”

I wanted to cry, I wanted him to stop, but on the other hand I didn’t. I wanted him to continue fucking me, using me like that.

“Fuck, you have a phat ass,” he grunted, “A slutty phat ass.”

The more vigorous he became, the more the pain transformed into pleasure. He was hitting my prostate the whole time and his cock was stretching my hole more and more with every plunge. 

“Agh, yeah,” I moaned.

“That’s right fatty, take this cock as the little slut you are,” he said as he smacked my ass. Hot pain spread over my left cheek but it felt good. I was his to use at this moment. His to fuck and abuse. 

He suddenly stopped, “Shit…you’re such a little slut. Look at that ass,” he slapped me once again. This time I felt my ass jiggle, “Arch that back, I want to see that pussy of yours.”

I carefully pushed my ass as much as possible in the air and lowered as much as the shower let me, “Yeah, that right fatty, show me that pussy.” 

He rammed his cock into me once again, filling my ass with his thick latino cock, “Yeah bitch, take it, that right. Look what a little bitch you are.”

The more he called me names the louder I moaned. 

“Are you a little bitch?”

I continued moaning as he was asserting himself on my hole.

“Are you a little bitch,” he hammered me once before saying, “Repeat after me”.

He then said, “I am a little cum slut bitch,” and in between every word he forcefully hammered me.

My cheek was pressed onto the shower tiles and I was barely in the headspace to utter a word except from the indistinguishable noise of moans. Yet I manages to somehow moan out

“I am a little cum slut bitch.”

“That’s right, you are,” he grabbed me by my hips and started slowly but deeply fucking me. The feeling of passion made me shaky around my legs. His dick was so warm, every time he entered me the warm feeling spread through my hole up my spine.

“And do you know what those like you need,” he asked while picking up the pace.

At this point I was a mess of pleasure and arousal and I barely found the strength to moan out a “No.”

“You’re gonna see now,” he said as he started fucking me, plunging his meat into my hole with all the strength he had in his legs. As he was entering his balls, which from what I saw and felt now were enormous, were hitting my wet ass and producing a loud and sopping sound.

“Agh, SHIIT I’m coming,” he said as he thrusted deep inside me and pulled me by my hips. His dick was throbbing and tightly pressed by my ass I felt every pulsating throb. With each throb I felt a hot liquid—Mateo’s semen—gush into me. The feeling of his hot sperm spread from my ass up my gut. With every pulse I felt as more and more semen was filling me up. After a few pumps I felt pressure in my ass and felt cum escape from my ass and drip down my leg. He was filling me whole. I felt my guts expand. With every throb as more and more cum he filled me with I felt a pain in my stomach. And then it started to expand.

I whimpered at the feeling of pressure pushed against the inner side of my belly. Simultaneously, I felt a release between my legs as I came all over the wall before me.

“Yeah, get filled with my seed you slutty cumdump,” he said as he pushed his dick deeper in me to insure I was properly filled.

I moaned the more his seed traveled up my intestines all the way to my gut. My belly expanded more and more and suddenly the weight of it pulled me to the ground. I was now on my knees bracing myself with my arms. My belly was almost touching the floor.

Mateo pushed himself onto me taking his dick out. As he did that a waterfall of warm liquid escaped my ass.

“Such a dirty cumdump,” he said as he looked at my stretched loose hole oozing his semen; me barely holding myself while my belly was pulling me down and sloshing around full of his seed.

I was panting, still unable to process what happened. Did he just knock me up? Is that even possible? How is my belly so big? Oh I’m gonna be sick, I feel the taste of sperm in my throat. I felt more seed escape my hole and down my ass crack—it was warm and thick as it rolled down my balls and onto the shower floor. I felt Mateo’s cum in me; there was a contrast of cold ceramic floors on which my belly was now resting and the liquid inside which splashed around.

“There’s no one here anymore,” he said in a distant voice as he looked around the showers. Then he smiled, “But don’t you worry; wait ‘till the whole football team hears about you.”