Jaxon is the hottest freshman on the floor. Six-three. Lanky but filling out fast from the rec center. Dirty blond hair always messy. Quiet voice. Polite smile. Every time he came out of the dorm showers, towel slung low around his hips, water dripping down his chest, abs flexing when he reached for his door key, I would look at him. Every time he stretched shirtless on the soccer field after practice, sweat shining on his skin, happy trail disappearing into low shorts. I’d walk by. Pretend to check the bulletin board. Keep looking. Cock twitched every time. I told myself it was nothing. Just noticing a fit guy. Nothing more.
I’m the resident assistant. Senior. Psych major. Supposed to be the one in charge. Walk the hall after midnight. Flashlight in hand. Peek under doors. Make sure no one breaks quiet hours. Write up the idiots who do. Keep the floor calm. Keep the scholarship money flowing. Keep everything under control.
Tonight I heard moaning leaking through his cracked door. Low. Choked. Wet slapping underneath. Barely audible. But enough to carry. My gut flipped. Cock twitched in my gym shorts before my brain caught up. I told myself to knock. Shine the light. Ask if everything was okay. Do the fucking job.
Instead I stepped closer. Leaned in. Saw him on his bed. Blanket half off. Hand moving slow. Phone glowing on his chest. Porn audio leaking. Wet slaps. Low grunts. Heavy breathing that made my own catch. I watched. Got hard. Stepped inside. Shut the door.
Now I’m on my knees beside his bed. Face inches from his thick uncut cock. Eight inches easy. Veiny. Head flushed dark pink. Foreskin half-retracted. Pre-cum beaded at the slit. Blond pubes matted with sweat. The whole thing throbbed once. Heavy. Leaking. The smell hit me full force. Fresh sweat. Pre-cum. My mouth watered. Cock strained in my shorts. Pre-cum soaked the pouch.
Jaxon looked down at me with a soft smirk on his face. “You gonna keep looking at my cock, or take a quick lick, mate?”
I didn’t answer. Just leaned in. Tongue flicked the pre-cum bead. Salty-sweet. Thick on my tongue. Warmer than expected. I swirled once. Tasted him properly.
Jaxon groaned low. “Fuck… didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
Lips brushed the head. Hot. Smooth. I opened wider. Took the head slow. Lips stretched around the girth. Tongue swirled the foreskin edge. Heavy on my tongue. Veins pulsed against my lips. Jaw ached instantly from the thickness. I bobbed once. Shallow. Then deeper. Head nudged the back of my throat. Gagged a bit. Throat tightened. Eyes watered. Drool started to build. Pulled off quickly. Gasped. A string of spit connected my lower lip to the head. Snapped when I breathed.
Jaxon’s hand slid into my hair. Gentle at first. Fingers curled. Held me steady. “Yeah you like that, Elliot?”
I looked up at him. Breath ragged. Lips shiny. “Fuck, yes. Tastes fucking good man.”
Jaxon smirked. “Damn right.”
I dove back in. Kept sucking. Took him deeper on purpose. Lips sealed tight. Tongue pressed flat under the shaft. Bobbed faster. Gagged again. Didn’t stop. Drool ran down my chin. Wet. Messy. My cock leaked steady in my shorts. Pre-cum soaking the fabric. I was aching. Close just from his taste. His thickness. The way he filled my mouth completely.
Jaxon’s hips rocked forward in shallow, testing thrusts. “Keep sucking. This is what you should be doing instead of rounds.”
I moaned around him. Vibration made him curse low.
“Fuck bro,” Jaxon said. “Look at you. I think I’m glad you caught me tonight.”
His hand tightened in my hair. Thrusts got deeper. Facefucking now. Slow but possessive. Head punched the back of my throat. I gagged harder. Throat spasmed. Drool poured. Slurps filled the room.
Gluck. Gluck.
Wet sounds bouncing off the walls.
“You seem to easily deepthroat this big thick cock,” Jaxon growled.
I took him deeper. Slurps louder. Gags rougher. Drool ran down my chin in thick strings. Jaxon’s balls tapped my chin with each thrust. His thighs tensed under my hands. Muscles flexing. He held me there. Deep. Didn’t let me pull back.
“Good fucking boy,” Jaxon praised. “There you go.”
I swallowed around him again. Throat worked hard. Milked the thick shaft. Jaxon groaned louder. Cock swelled even thicker. Veins pulsed against my tongue. Pre-cum dripped steady down my throat. Salty. Thick. Endless.
Jaxon sat up properly. Legs swung off the bed. Feet planted on the floor. He positioned me between his thighs. My body slotted right there. Knees on the carpet. Face buried in his lap. Cock still deep in my mouth. He gripped the back of my head with both hands now. Fingers dug into my scalp. Started facefucking me in earnest.
Gluck. Gluck. Wet choking sounds filled the room every time he thrust up. The head of his cock punched the back of my throat. I gagged hard. Drool poured down my chin in thick strings. Ran down my neck. Soaked the collar of my shirt. My eyes watered. But I didn’t pull away. Let him use my mouth. Let him control the pace.
“Fuck yeah,” Jaxon growled. “You've been wanting this, haven’t you?”
I moaned through the deepthroating. The sound muffled around his cock. Spit bubbled at the corners of my mouth. Fell in messy drops onto his balls. My own cock throbbed painfully in my shorts. Leaked pre-cum in heavy spurts. The front was soaked now. Clinging to my skin.
Jaxon slowed for a second. Held me deep. Nose mashed into his pubes. “You’re good at this… thought you were all rules.”
I pulled off just enough to breathe. Gasped. Spit stringing from my lip to his head. “Shut up… just keep it quiet.”
Jaxon smirked down at me. Eyes dark. “Quiet? You are the one slurping like you’re starving.”
I dove back in without a word. Took him deep again. Sucked harder. Bobbed faster. Gagged on every downstroke. Drool ran freely. My throat burned. Jaw ached. But I kept going. Needed to. Wanted to.
Footsteps echoed in the hall. Slow. Casual. A freshmen heading to the bathroom. We both froze. My mouth stayed deep. Jaxon’s cock lodged in my throat. Pubes brushing my nose. I didn’t dare move. Couldn’t breathe right. Throat convulsed around him. Jaxon clamped his hand over the back of my head. Held me there. Firm. No escape.
“Quiet,” Jaxon whispered. “Or the whole uni will hear how much of a cocksucker the RA is.”
Footsteps paused outside the door. My heart slammed. Throat worked around his cock involuntarily. Gagged silently. Jaxon’s fingers tightened. Kept me pinned. The footsteps continued. Faded down the hall. Door to the bathroom clicked open and shut.
Jaxon eased his grip. I pulled back up gasping. Spit and pre-cum strung from my lips to his shaft. Snapped. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand. “Fuckkk you….asshole…”
Jaxon laughed low. “Well…I’ll fuck you.. But not tonight… maybe later. If you ask nicely.”
I glared up at him. Then dove back in. Took him deep again. Sucked hard. Bobbed fast. Gagged on every thrust. Drool poured.
Jaxon tensed. Hips jerked. “Gonna come… swallow it quietly.”
I took him deep. Throat worked. Relaxed as much as I could. Jaxon groaned low. Cock pulsed. First hot rope hit the back of my tongue. Thick. Salty. I swallowed fast. Second spurt followed. Then third. Flooded my mouth. I gulped it down. Kept swallowing. Milked him through every pulse. Didn’t spill a drop.
Jaxon groaned long and low. Body shook once. Then relaxed. Cock softened slightly in my mouth. I pulled off slowly. Lips swollen. Chin shiny with spit and cum. Tasted him everywhere.
Jaxon looked down at me. Smirk lazy. Satisfied. “Fuckin hell, man… didn’t know nerdy seniors had it in them like that.”
I wiped my mouth again. Voice hoarse. “Don’t fucking tell anyone about this.”
Jaxon leaned back on his elbows. Cock still half-hard. Wet and shiny with my spit. “I won’t. If you give me a blowie whenever I’m horny.”
I stood up. Legs shaky. “Fuck you.”
I turned. Walked to the door. Hand on the knob. Paused. Looked back.
Jaxon was still smiling. Eyes on me. “Good job RA. I might keep the door open more often.”
I didn’t say anything. Just opened the door. Slipped out. Pulled it shut soft. Hallway quiet again. Empty. My mouth still full of his taste. Chin sticky. Shorts soaked. Cock still hard. Aching.
I thought I was the boss around here. The one who enforced rules. The one in control. But Jaxon had the control now. And I was already counting down to the next time I’d catch him with his door open.
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