I barely slept. Jaxon’s taste clung to my tongue all night. Salty. Thick. Warm. Every swallow brought it back. The stretch of my jaw. The gluck-gluck sounds when he pushed me deep down on his dick. His hand tight in my hair. The low growl when he called me good boy. Throat still raw. Lips swollen. Chin sticky even after I wiped it twice before crashing. I woke up hard. Cock leaking against my stomach. Sheets damp where pre-cum had pooled. I lay there staring at the ceiling of my room. Heart pounding. Mind racing. I’m supposed to be the one in charge. The resident assistant. The guy who walks the hall with a flashlight and a clipboard. The one who writes up noise violations. The one who keeps order.
Instead I knelt for a freshman last night. Swallowed every rope of cum he gave me. Let him face-fuck me until drool ran down my neck. And I fucking loved it. My cock throbbed just remembering. I stroked once. Slow. Pre-cum coated my fingers. I brought them to my mouth. Tasted myself. Tasted the ghost of him. Fuck. I needed a shower. Needed to wash this off. Needed to get my head straight before classes.
I grabbed my towel. Gym shorts. Slipped out into the hall. Early. Floor still asleep. Communal bathroom at the end of the corridor. Door propped open. Steam drifting out. Someone was in there. Water hissing. I stepped inside. Air thick. Warm. Smelled like soap and wet tile. Open stalls. No curtains. Four shower heads. One running. I picked the farthest. Hung towel on the hook. Turned the knob. Hot spray hit my shoulders. Beat down my back. I stood under it for a minute. Let the water pound. Tried to rinse last night away.
Footsteps slapped wet tile behind me. Someone else entered. I didn’t turn. Just kept soaping. Chest. Pits. Abs. Then lower. Hand wrapped around my cock. Still semi from the memories. Lathered slow. Stroked once. Twice. Pre-cum mixed with the suds. I closed my eyes. Let the water run down my crack. Over my hole. Made me clench. I told myself to finish quickly. Get out. But my hand kept moving. Slow. Guilty. Pre-cum leaked down the shaft. Mixed with shower water.
The footsteps stopped at the stall next to mine. Water hissed on. Steam rose thicker. I opened my eyes. Glanced sideways.
Jaxon walked in. Naked. Towel slung over his shoulder. Cock hung heavy between his thighs. Thick even soft. Uncut head peeking out. Blond pubes dark from sleep sweat. Water hit his chest. Ran down his abs. Happy trail darkened. He stepped under the spray next to me. Didn’t look over at first. Just let the water pound his shoulders. Soaped his pecs. Suds slid over skin. Then lower. Hand moved to his cock. Gave it a lazy tug. Flopped it against his thigh. Loud wet slap over the water.
My cock thickened fast. I turned my back to him. Tried to hide the boner. Water streamed down my crack. Teased my hole. I clenched again. Told myself to finish quick. Get out. But my hand kept stroking. Slow. Guilty. Pre-cum leaked down the shaft. Mixed with shower water.
Jaxon chuckled low. Voice carried over the hiss of water. “Morning, Elliot. Didn’t expect company this early.”
I froze. Didn’t turn. Kept my back to him. Voice low. “Yeah. Just… getting clean.”
He soaped his chest again. I heard the slap of his hand on skin. Suds sliding. Then lower. “Clean, huh? Looks like you’re working on something else over there.”
I swallowed. Face burned. “Shut up Jaxon.”
Jaxon laughed again. Quiet. Teasing. “You’re the one stroking. Thought RAs were supposed to enforce rules, not break them in the shower.”
I gripped my cock tighter. Tried to stop. Couldn’t. “I’m not… I’m just—”
He turned. Water hit his back. I glanced over my shoulder. Couldn’t help it. His cock flopped heavy against his thigh. Thick. Veiny. Starting to swell. He caught me looking. Smirked. Reached down. Gave it another tug. Flopped it again. Once. Twice. Against his palm. Wet slap echoed in the steam.
“See something you like?” Jaxon asked. Voice soft. But cocky now.
I faced the wall again. Heart slammed. “Jaxon… stop. Someone will see.”
He stepped closer. Close enough the spray from his stall mixed with mine. Heat rolled off his body. “Someone will see what? My cock getting hard? Or yours leaking for it?”
I clenched my jaw. Cock throbbed harder. Pre-cum dripped down my thigh. Mixed with the water. I didn’t answer. Just kept my back to him. Ass exposed. Water running down my crack. Over my hole.
Jaxon’s voice dropped lower. Closer. “Turn around. Let me see how hard you are for me.”
I shook my head. “No.”
He laughed again. Soft. “Come on, RA. You weren’t this shy last night. Took my cock like you were starving.”
My face burned hotter. Cock jumped. Leaked more. I bit my lip. Tried to breathe steady.
Jaxon soaped his hands again. Suds slid down his abs. Over his cock. He stroked once. Slow. Deliberate. “You gonna pretend you don’t want it? Or you gonna admit you’ve been thinking about it since you swallowed me?”
I swallowed hard. Voice barely a whisper. “Jaxon… stop.”
He stepped even closer. Body heat pressed against my back. Cock brushed my ass cheek once. Hot. Thick. I jolted. Moaned low. Couldn’t stop it.
Jaxon’s breath hit my ear. “That’s what I thought.”
I swallowed again. Cock throbbed. Leaked steady. “Jaxon….”
Jaxon’s eyes dropped lower towards my ass. I felt them on me. “Damn… didn’t know a nerdy RA had an arse like that.”
My face burned. Cock throbbed harder. Pre-cum leaked down the shaft. Mixed with shower water.
Jaxon stepped right up behind me. Body heat rolled off him. Hand landed on my ass. Firm spank. Wet crack. I jolted. Moaned low. Couldn’t stop it. The sound bounced off the tile. Loud in the steam.
He leaned in. Breath hot on my ear. “Come over to my room tonight. I’ve got something interesting planned for you.”
Another spank. Lighter. Possessive. Fingers dug in once. Squeezed the cheek. Then slid between. Thumb brushed my hole. Teased the rim. I clenched. Moaned again. Cock leaked more. Pre-cum dripped down my thigh. Mixed with the water.
Jaxon’s voice dropped lower. “You’re already leaking for me. Again. Just from a little slap.”
I bit my lip. Tried to speak. Voice shaky. “Jaxon… there’s a freshman in the other stall.”
He glanced over. The far stall was running. Curtainless. Another freshman. Back to us. Soaping his hair. Didn’t turn. Didn’t look. Just kept showering. Water hissing. Steam thick.
Jaxon smirked against my ear. “He saw me spank you. Saw you moan. But he’s not stopping. Guess he doesn’t care the RA is getting used in the shower.”
My face burned hotter. Cock throbbed. Leaked steady. I clenched again. Hole twitching under his thumb.
Jaxon stepped back. Wrapped towel low on his hips. Cock still half-hard. Outline thick against the fabric. Smirked at me once more. “Tonight. My room. Door’s open. Don’t make me wait, RA.”
He walked out. Wet feet slapping tile down the hall. Towel low. Ass flexing with every step.
I stood under the shower. Hard. Shaking. The other guy in the far stall finished. Turned off his water. Wrapped towel. Walked past my stall. Didn’t look at me. Didn’t say anything. Just left.
I closed my eyes. Replayed the spank. The whisper. The thumb on my hole. The way Jaxon said “don’t make me wait.”
I’m supposed to be the one in charge. The RA. The guy who enforces rules. Instead I’m standing in the shower leaking because a freshman just claimed my ass in front of another dude.
I turned the knob. Water stopped. Steam hung thick. I wrapped towel around my waist. Cock still hard. Pressing against the fabric. Walked back to my room. Hall empty. Quiet. My mind racing. Body humming.
Tonight. His room. Door open.
‘Something interesting planned.’
Fuck.
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