Quarantine College Cum Dump

I ended up giving relief to one of the basketball players in the dorm at the beginning of the pandemic.  If you’ve got the time, I’ll tell you the story.

I’m Martinez, but most people call me Marty.  I’m 43 and Latino standing 5’5” tall and 180 pounds.   I’m toned, but have a bit of softness to my body… not quite chubby.  I have long hair that I usually wear in a ponytail or bun.  I wear glasses and a mustache that’s starting to go gray. 

Some would say I have a “womanly” body with thighs and hips… and a bubble butt.

 I’ve always had sedentary desk jobs, and I’m not really the type to hit the gym all the time either.

Back in 2018 I’d lost my job working in corporate for one of the big freight/delivery companies, so I decided to go back to school to get my PhD through a program at same university I’d went to for undergrad and graduate school. 

I was really stuck in a rut in life. 

At 43 I’d never been married or had children.  Well, for one because I’m gay, but also because I’ve always been more of a recluse. 

Sure, I’d had grindr and craigslist hookups, but never a real relationship or many friendships either.

In my earlier years I’d always been a shy kid---even through college, I was never the “hang out with friends” type.

My senior year in undergrad, I roomed with Cruz, one of the most popular people at our college.  We’d lived in one of those 4 bedroom/4 bath apartments on campus with 2 other students.  We each had our own room but shared the living room and kitchen.

Cruz ran track and always had track friends over for parties.  Through the closed door I could often hear the muffled music, laughs, and action happening on the other side, but I never joined.

I got an internship with FedEx the spring of my Senior year, and stayed with the company through obtaining my master’s degree, then came on full time after graduation.  I’d applied to my universities PhD program, but decided to accept FedEx’s full-time offer.

21 tears later, they fired me.

Well, they laid me off, actually…

They laid me off with a nice severance package and the opportunity to do something new.

It was 2018 and I had a nice little nest egg, so I went about 6 weeks without even looking for work, but then I got bored out of my fucking mind.

I’d received an advertisement via email inviting post-grad alumni to continue their education through a hybrid program where you’d work for the university while simultaneously getting your PhD.

This sounded awesome!

I signed up for one of the online orientations, applied, and was accepted…they even hooked me up with housing!

…but there was a catch: I’d act as a “Dorm Coordinator.”

Johnson Hall was a rundown dormitory that should’ve been condemned a long time ago, but acted as a sort of “Overflow” for athletic scholarship students who were freshmen or upperclassmen who weren’t top-tier.

The top-tier athletes stayed in a nice dormitory connected to the basketball and football training facilities. 

Johnson Hall was where the leftovers were housed.

Basically, I’d be the main contact for repairs, assignments, and making sure the place didn’t fall apart. 

I accepted the offer.

I moved in a few weeks before freshmen move-in day.  While the dormitory was three stories high with a common area on shower accommodations on each floor, I had a 1-bedroom apartment on the first floor that had two entrances:  one entrance from the outside and another behind the reception desk.  Though I wasn’t expected to work the reception desk, it was an additional entrance to my free apartment.

Move-in Day was quite the rollercoaster for me.  Not just because of all the action, but the site of these 18-22 year-old athletes.

And the weeks that followed… wow…

There are a couple that stand out:

Rashaad was from Detroit.  At 19 years old he was a chocolate Adonis…always walking around the dorm with Nike flip flops and basketball shorts when he wasn’t at class or practice…

Just flip flops and black basketball shorts… no shirt… no underwear…

About a month into the first semester Rashaad had approached me in the hallway…

“Yo Marty, there’s no hot water on the third floor,” he yelled jogging toward me.

His heavy dick swinging from thigh to thigh as he was clearly free balling.

Rashaad was 6’2 with dark, flawless skin, tattoos all over his chest, neck, abs, and arms, and he played both football in the fall and basketball in the spring.

Another standout was Randy, an 18 year-old cornfed white kid from the Midwest somewhere who also didn’t like to wear underwear---and it was clear…. Randy was built… but not the kind of built that you get from going to the gym everyday… Instead, Randy was a pickup truck driving farmer’s kid whose abs, pecks and massive biceps came from throwing bales and tending to cattle.  He had the cutest accent and a little bit of body odor. 

Randy was always kinda smelly and I couldn’t tell why at first… I mean, he showered everyday… I know this because I’ve peaked around the wall a few time I knew he was exiting the shower wearing nothing but a towel…. And walking barefoot.

The issue was, Randy would shower in the morning, head to practice, come back to the dorm for lunch without showering… hit another practice after lunch… class, then end up back at the dorm with all that sweat never really drying from his clothes.

Johnson hall was testosterone enfused…

While it was not co-ed and there were strict rules about visitation, I didn’t really care.

I’d look the other way if one of them didn’t make curfew, or if they had “visitors.”

Randy and Rashad were the worst!

Randy’s dorm was on the first floor---my floor—and that meant I’d get the pleasure of hearing him plow university pussy like an animal.

I was walking down the hall to make sure the showers were off one night (they had a habit of just letting them run to keep the hot water going, but sometimes forgetting to turn them off if you were the last person…

As I approached the showers, I could hear the headboard banging against the wall in Randy’s room and the moaning of some university girl who was being opened up.

The next morning, a shy, guilty Randy came to put in a request for a new box spring.

Rashad was into older women who’d show up on Friday’s when they didn’t have a game to pick him up outside Johnson Hall.

Then it happened. 

The pandemic.

In early March there were talks of limiting travel for university business, but by April the university decided to quarantine athletic dorms to adhere to NCAA guidelines.

Since they were going to continue with competitions (basketball/track meets) and a negative COVID test was necessary at each game or meet, athletic living facilities would have to quarantine.  Those not wishing to adhere to this were free to go home (and give up their scholarships), or stay in the dorm and adhere to this new guidance.

All was well the first week or so.  Food service would deliver food to everyone’s door, and everyone was able to move around the dormitory as they wanted---just with no visitors and no ability to leave unless it was for practice or a game.

About three weeks in, we’d all gotten to know each other a little better since I was no longer in my apartment all the time.  The guys would even crack jokes every now and then.  One time, over drinks, the jokes went a bit far on my end.

I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I joked about Randy being clumsy and how he’d end up tripping over his long dick one day.

It was a corny joke, and I don’t remember exactly what the punchline or setup was, but it showed Randy that I’d noticed his dick.

This combined with the fact that I was clearly gay set me up for one of the most amazing mornings.

It was roughly 1 AM and I was heading to make sure all the showers were off since everyone should’ve been done by then. 

As I entered the showers as I’d done on so many nights before I turned the corner and my jaw dropped…

There was Randy… naked Randy… 6 foot plus, 18-year-old Randy in the corner humping his hand against the shower wall.

The sight of his wet, muscled ass clenching with each thrust had me frozen.

I couldn’t move… I wanted to say something to alert him to my presence, but I didn’t want to embarrass him… I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

Just then Randy noticed out of the corner of his eye and turned around covering himself.

“I’m, I’m so sorry bro,” Randy said---face turning red.

Without replying I turned around and made a b-line for my apartment.

My heart was beating so fast.

Could I get in trouble for this?  I mean… I just walked in, right??? But I watched… and everyone in administration and faculty knows I’m gay…

So many thoughts were running through my mind as I paced back and forth in the living room gathering myself.

Then there was a knock on my door.

I walked over and looked out the peep hole… it was Randy… shirtless, wet, muscled Randy…

My heart beating fast, I opened the door.

“I’m so sorry bro, do you have a minute,” Randy said low enough not to echo in the hallway.

“Sure, sure…” I replied.

“I’m sorry bro, it’s just been really hard on me lately with the pandemic and not being able to see my girlfriend, you know?”  Randy said.

“Yeah, you don’t have to apologize about anything, I should’ve knocked or something---or made my presence known,” I replied.

Well, I mean… I know you’re gay and everything and I don’t look at you any different, he said as droplets of water rolled down his full pecs.

I found myself dazing out… I kept going between looking into his crystal blue eyes and his muscled chest with a tribal tattoo over his right peck and an eagle over his left bicep.

“I’m just really wound up these days, Randy continued.”

At that point he started rubbing himself through the dry-off towel wrapped around his waist…

I took a step back away from him—slipping—almost falling on the puddle of water growing below his wet body.  He grabbed me to help be catch my balance.

There was a strange heat between us.

Randy stepped closer to my---eyes locked with mine—and grabbed my right hand placing it on the growing bulge.

“I won’t say anything Mr. Martinez…if you just help me this once,” Randy said with a low, whispery tone.

And just like that I got on my knees looking up at Randy.

He’d closed his eyes and tilted his head toward the ceiling as he dropped the towel and his member sprung forward 90 degrees.

I paused for just a moment to take in the view of this magnificent 18-year-old man standing before me with his hands behind his back in parade rest form--- his lime sized low-hanging balls dangling there for me to extract…

Randy had a thick, manly bush connected to a happy trail of sandy brown hair that went all the way up to his belly button where there was yet another tattoo---looked like a cross or something.

I leaned forward and licked the muscular, chiseled “V” forming above both of his massive tree trunk thighs.

Randy trembled as I took my tongue down the inside of that “V” down to his balls, teasing them with the tip of my tongue.

I let some spit pool in my mouth before leaning forward once again, this time blowing on the tip of his uncut 8-inch cock.

I gently licked the tip of his bulb before sticking my tongue inside his thick foreskin to lick all the way round the tip of his dick…

His balls dancing as the sloshing sound of me lick inside his foreskin was the only sound in the room.

I looked up at him, wincing and moaning with my ever gentle teasing lick.

A gurgle of precum had dripped out of Randy…

A nice healthy, salty appetizer that made it seem he was cumming…

Then, without warning, I opened my mouth and took his baby making into my warm, wet mouth and gave it a little suction.

Randy took a deep breath while trembling and opened his eyes to look down at me.

At just that moment I turned my head to the side, opened my throat and engulfed him whole….

My nose was now touching Randy’s pubes.

I held his dick in my throat for as long as I could---a good 20 seconds of total silence before I finally got a word out of Randy.

“Im, I’m I’m…” Randy moaned as he spurted the first two ropes of hot salty cum down my throat.

I could feel his strong, 18 year old athlete dick pulsing as I pulled off…

His limon-sized low-hanging balls had pulled into him.

Another warm viscus rope of baby batter splashed across my face---some getting in my eye and nose.

I gasped to catch my breath.

Randy, leaning against the wall convulsing tripped over and was now on his back and elbows catching his breath as the last driplets of cum drizzled out of him.

“Thank you,” he said… as he laid there gathering himself… his now soft dick laid across his right thigh with cock snot still oozing out…