Brock stretched and rolled over to face the wall. He let the off-white paint come into focus as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was still adjusting to no longer waking up in the home in which he had spent the first 18 year of his life. He felt mixed emotions about being away from his small town.

In Camdenville, Brock had been popular, had had a solid group of friends, and had been able to do well enough in high school without having to put in much effort. He knew that his good looks had a lot to do with how others perceived him. In middle school, he’d been shorter and scrawnier than the majority of his peers, and it had made him rather insecure.

Things had quickly changed for Brock in the summer after middle school; he’d had a growth spurt, and had started spending time with his older brother at the gym. Over the course of high school, he’d developed into a 6’2″ young man with a muscular frame. He was especially proud of his 16-inch biceps, although he was generally toned with ample muscle mass distributed across his body.

Brock rolled back over and looked at himself in the mirror positioned next to his roommate’s bed. It was a Hot afternoon, with the temperature reaching nearly 95 degrees in an early September heatwave. As such, he was sleeping in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.

Brock noticed the way the light coming through the window accentuated the deep green in his hazel eyes. He ran his hand through his shaggy blond hair, feeling the sweat near the corner of his temples. Brock took a deep breath, feeling stifled by the heat; he had always preferred the cold over being too Hot. He glanced at the clock, realizing that it was 2:20pm. He took one last look at the way his muscles rippled underneath his fair skin as he moved into a sitting position at the end of the bed.

Brock tried to summon up some energy, since he was supposed to be attending an introductory psychology class across campus in less than an hour. He felt a little sad that he had not used his time alone to do something other than sleep.

Brock looked down at the lump in his boxer briefs, noticing that he had a subsiding erection. Since arriving at college last week for an early orientation program aimed at supporting college students moving from out of state, he had yet to jerk off a single time.

The second day after he had moved in, when his roommate had been away, Brock had started to watch some Porn on his phone. He’d been lying in bed, massaging his cock through the fabric of his underwear. Just as he’d been starting to get hard, he’d heard his roommate struggling to open the door. He’d hastily closed the app on his phone and rolled over onto his stomach to hide his erection, pretending to be asleep

Since that incident, Brock had been trying (and failing) to not think about jerking off. He thought he just needed a few more days to better familiarize himself with his roommate’s schedule before making another attempt. He reached down with his left hand and adjusted his cock, which was sticking to his thigh. He decided that he was going to need to take a Shower in order to make it through the rest of the day.

Brock stood up focused on gathering the things he would need before going to the boy’s bathroom on the floor below him. He was living in a co-ed building where the 1st and 3rd floors’ bathrooms were for the male students and the bathrooms on the 2nd and 4th floors were for the female students. Brock, along with many other students in the dorm, thought it was stupid that they didn’t just make the bathrooms co-ed for convenience. He rummaged through his duffel bag collecting his shampoo, bar of soap, toothpaste and toothbrush. He had been meaning to buy a smaller bag to keep them in, so he could just grab that and take it with him.

Brock took off his underwear, feeling a sense of relief at having the damp, sweaty fabric stripped away from his body. He looked down at his cock; he’d trimmed the pubic hair closer to the shaft just before leaving home, and he thought it looked better that way. He reached down, and his cock began to firm up as soon as his hand made contact with it.

“Fuck, I’m so Horny. I really need to cum or else I am going to burst,” he said silently to himself. Brock thought, if bathroom was largely empty, he would jerk off while showering, even though it made him anxious to think that someone might enter and hear him busting one out in the Shower.

Brock took his towel off the hook in his closet and wrapped it around his waist. It was a little snug due to his large thighs and well-muscled Ass. He slipped on the Shower sandals he kept next to his dresser. He picked up his supplies, as well as the key card needed to enter the dorm and his room, cradling them in the crook of his right elbow as he left to head down the stairs to the first floor. As the dorm room door closed behind him, Brock quickly heard a commotion.

“I’ll make sure I get the red suitcase. Put the sheets on the bed while I’m grabbing it,” said a woman’s voice in the distance.

Brock turned his head; he locked eyes and received a small nod from a guy caring a cardboard box in his arms.

Oh, that’s today, Brock thought to himself. It was move-in day for the rest of student body. He noticed himself flushing a bit; he was feeling a little vulnerable with so many people around him as he realized he was basically naked except for a towel.

Brock was used to being naked around other athletes, as he would Shower with the fellow members of the baseball and football teams in high school. In fact, he’d developed an increased sense of confidence when he’d realized he was not a “grower” like many of his peers. His circumcised cock was roughly 7 inches flaccid and well-proportioned; it grew to 9 inches when he was fully aroused. Walking through a busy dorm, however, was not the same as showering with his teammates.

Brock tried to focus on maneuvering through the crowded hallway. There were people and boxes everywhere, including some parents. He could feel various objects rubbing against his exposed back, chest, and stomach as he hurried along. He came to a place near the end of the hallway where a mattress was leaning against the wall, making it hard to pass.

Brock found himself feeling frustrated as he bent his body closer to the wall and crooked his neck in order to be able to pass through the triangular shape created by the leaning mattress. Suddenly, Brock felt a jolt of energy surge through his body; he felt the unmistakable sensation of soft skin rubbing against his bare, sculpted abs. Before he knew it, he felt someone falling into his arms. He let go of his Shower supplies in order to grab them before they fell to the floor.

“I’m so sorry. I am such a klutz. I should have been more careful,” said a soft-spoken male voice.

Brock focused first on getting the young man upright. He’d hooked his arms underneath his armpits, and he was able to steady him without much trouble. After that, he finally got a chance to look at him. He was a lean young man with short red hair and a smattering of freckles across his cheeks. Brock assumed he was another freshman moving into the dorms. Brock was struck by how soft the young man’s skin felt. He was also drawn to the pillowy fullness of the young man’s pink lips. He impulsively grabbed for his waist with his left hand, breathing a sigh of relief to find that his towel had not fallen off during the collision.

“I’m Thomas. Sorry again. I am not normally this absentminded. Is that a cut? Did I scratch you when I was falling?” the young man asked.

Before Brock could speak, Thomas extended his right hand; he started caressing Brock’s forearm and right flank where he’d been cradling his Shower supplies. Brock noticed a warmth stirring in his cock as it started to spring to life. He hunched his body forward a little to make any tenting in his towel less visible.

“No, I think I am okay,” Brock said after quickly scanning his forearm.

“Here, let me help you,” said Thomas, dropping into a squatting position to gather up Brock’s toiletries.

Reflexively, Brock said,” Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” dropping to a crouching position as well.

“So what’s your name?,” asked Thomas, picking up the toothpaste.

Brock stared, transfixed by Thomas’ soft, full lips, before finally replying, “I’m Brock. I live in 212.”

Silence prevailed as Thomas finished placing the toothbrush on the pile of other items he had gathered.

“I think this is everything…” said Thomas, bringing his gaze back up to meet Brock’s eyes. “…except that,” he said. With a slight smirk, he nodded his chin in a downward direction.

Brock was perplexed, and looked down to realize that crouching had put him into a position where his towel had opened up. His thick cock was semi-hard and swaying ever-so-gently in a pendulous manner.

“Oh fuck,” said Brock, shooting to his feet as a means to quickly to end his exposure.

“It’s not a big deal,” said Thomas, standing up with Brock’s things in his hands. “I mean, it did seem pretty big,” he added with a sly grin before placing the items into Brock’s hands.

“Thanks,” said Brock in a quizzical manner.

“See you around, Brock. I’ll let you go take that Shower,” Thomas said before pulling another box into his room.

Brock noticed the blood flooding into his encouraged cock as he darted to the top of the stairwell. He had a sudden image of Thomas’ lips wrapped around his throbbing member. He imagined the warm sensation of those pillowy lips enveloping his cock.

Brock was so Horny; he knew he needed to bust a nut. He kept a firm grip on his towel with one hand, hoping that nobody could see his hard cock pushing it outward. He scampered down the stairs to the 1st floor where there was even more activity.

Brock turned to enter the 1st floor hallway; he was hurrying to get to the bathroom, which was only twenty feet away.

“Hey you! Hey you! You, in the towel. Can you help me out here? I’m begging you!” a woman’s voice called out.

Brock turned and saw a young woman in her early twenties struggling to carry a large trunk out the door. Her knees appeared to be buckling. Brock sighed and made his way to the door, since he did not want to see her get injured.

“Can I ask you to take this from me for a second?” she pleaded. “Just put your things on the ground. Please; I am about to drop this thing.”

Brock set down his toiletries just inside the doorway. He checked again to make sure his towel was securely fastened before taking the trunk from her.

“Thanks,” she groaned as she offloaded the trunk into his arms, still holding the door open with her back. “It’s just over there. Follow me.” She pointed to an SUV about 100 feet away in the parking lot before she started walking.

Brock tried to speak up, saying, “I don’t think I should…” but she didn’t appear to hear him — or pretended not to. As he made his way across the parking lot in his sandals and towel, he felt himself flushing. The pale skin on his cheeks was shifting to a rosy hue. As Brock held on to the bulky trunk, he noticed people staring at him as they passed by.

An older woman asked, “Where do we go to get this service?” in a mirthful tone.

He noticed a few people taking pictures of him with their phones while commenting on his fit body. At the halfway point, Brock had lagged behind the woman, who was waiting at the car. She looked annoyed.

Passing in the other direction was a young man who appeared to be another freshman. As Brock walked by him, he felt an open palm slap his muscular Ass before hearing, “Good job helping out your girl, bro,” followed by laughter.

Brock could feel his cock pulsating at this point; a drop of pre-cum was forming like a pearl at the tip of his urethra. He was thankful that the slap had reassured him that his towel was still in place.

“Oh good, you made it,” Brock heard as he arrived to the car. “Put it in the back,” she said in a demanding tone.

Brock placed the edge of the trunk on the bumper before sliding it into the SUV. The woman put her hand on Brock’s bicep, saying, “I am going to need it closer to the back of the passenger’s seat, near the front. I’m sure that won’t be a problem for a strong guy like you.”

As her hand lingered on his bicep, Brock felt his cock becoming harder than it had been in as long as he could remember. His knees were shaking a little from the intensity he felt building in his groin.

“Ummm, okay,” he said, leaning forward, trying to push the trunk deeper in to the SUV.

As Brock leaned forward, he could feel the underside of his cock meeting the soft carpeting of the back of the car as it slid out from between the opening in the towel.

This feels so fucking good, was all he could think.

Brock was having to leverage his body weight to push the trunk by rocking backward and forward. He could feel the soft carpet cradling the underside of his cock with a plush resistance while the top of his shaft was pressing in the groove between his abs.

“Here; I’ll pull from the front,” said the woman’s voice, which was now coming from the driver’s seat of the SUV.

Brock paid little attention; he could feel a rush coming over his body. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of sweat beading down the curve of his spine as his cock started to thrust more vigorously against the resistance. He was thinking about being exposed – thinking about the sly grin on Thomas’s face and the hand slapping against his firm Ass.

While Brock was humping the plush carpet, he felt warmth on his firm, dimpled Ass. He realized that the towel had fallen down to just below his Ass while he had been focusing on his own pleasure. Brock took a few moments to enjoy the sensation of the warm air blowing across his Ass as he continued to grind back and forth; eventually, he took one hand off the trunk and reached behind himself to pull the towel back up. He struggled to get it to cover his entire Ass, as the towel did not want to pull over the top part of his muscular globes.

Brock started to moan a little without realizing he was doing so. He was getting close to Cumming. He heard a voice close behind him say, “Hey, it’s you again.” Brock could feel his testicles tightening as he slid back and spun around, startled by the voice.

Unbeknownst to Brock, the corner of his towel had become wedged under the hefty trunk. As he stumbled into an upright position, the towel was stripped from his body. He looked directly at Thomas’ face, then down at his throbbing cock. Thomas’ gaze followed; he, too, was now staring at Brock’s steel-hard, pulsating cock.

It was too late. Brock could feel the energy surging through his body as he let out a grunt. He closed his eyes as a way to pretend this was not happening. The cum came up through his cock like a geyser starting to erupt.

Brock shot a thick rope of Hot white cum that felt more powerful than what he had experienced in ages. Hearing a gasp, he quickly opened his eyes. He watched as his cock continued to shoot four more hefty ropes of cum that landed on Thomas’ ankles and sandaled feet. An image of Thomas sucking his cock quickly flashed through his mind. Brock felt the mix of shock and pleasure surge through his body as one last rope of cum exited his body.

“What the hell?” Thomas said as he pushed past Brock, heading towards the back of the SUV. “I can’t believe you did that. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Brock stood still, trying to find his words as he focused on how upset Thomas was getting. He watched as Thomas forcefully yanked the towel from under the trunk, using it to wipe off his feet and ankles.

Brock felt like he was outside of his body, watching from a distance. He could see the young man hastily wiping thick gobs of cum from his ankles and feet, while a tall, muscular naked man (wearing nothing but sandals) stood there, silently staring. It was the sensation of the last drops of cum falling from his softening dick onto his right foot that brought Brock into the moment.

Brock was looking down, staring at his dripping cock, when he heard himself say, “I’m so sorry. I can’t…” He raised his gaze to meet Thomas’ eyes, only to find that Thomas was no longer standing across from him.

Brock saw that Thomas was now in the passenger’s seat of the car, next to the young woman who had asked him to help with the trunk. He could hear the young woman say, “That was so messed up. I need to get you out of here,” as the ignition to the car started and the back of the SUV began to close on its own.

As the back lowered, Brock could see himself in the reflection of the glass. He looked stunned, with his brow furrowed and his mouth slightly agape. He could sense his body flush yet again; his face, pecs, abs, and Ass turned a rosy shade as the SUV began to drive off.

As it got further away, Brock could see his entire naked muscular frame in the glass. “Fuck! My towel…” he was starting to call out. He then noticed that it wasn’t just him in the reflection.

Brock saw what appeared to be outlines of a fair number of individuals and small groups of people. He felt his stomach drop as a sense of nausea overtook him. He slowly turned around to see that approximately fifteen people were watching: freshmen, parents, older siblings, and one perplexed RA.

Brock noticed a familiar face: the young man who had passed by him, slapping his Ass when he was carrying the trunk to the car. The young man was holding a phone in his hand. He briskly walked towards Brock.

“DUDE! YOU ARE A FUCKING LEGEND!” he shouted as he sidled up next to Brock. “I can’t believe you did that. I mean, not just the cumshot, but fucking the car! You are some type of freak!”

Brock panicked when he realized that people had seen the whole thing. He was utterly mortified. He was so caught up in his panic that he had yet to fully comprehend that he was still standing there naked in front of these people, and that some were continuing to capture it with their phones.

“Dude! Dude! What’s your number?” asked the guy.

“What?” Brock replied in a haze.

“I just want your number so I can send you the video. I think mine is pretty good, but I’m sure there are going to be a few going around since I wasn’t the only one recording. You came like you hadn’t cum in ages!”

Brock quickly glanced at the phone to see his Ass raising up and down, with the towel draped at the top of his bulky thighs, as he vigorously humped into the SUV. He could imagine the video going viral online. He felt himself begin to hyperventilate as he thought about his parents, his friends, future girlfriends and boyfriends, and potential employers being able to find this video for the rest of his life.

As that was sinking in, Brock felt a hard slap on his Ass; no towel was there this time to soften the blow. The guy said, “I just had to slap it one more time. That was too epic.”

Brock quickly cupped his cock into his hands, feeling the residue of cum clinging to his member. He broke into a mad dash, running towards the dorm entrance while passing through the group of people who had just watched him cum all over a stranger.

When Brock reached the door, he went to open it, only to realize that it was locked. He looked through the glass window to see his key card sitting on top of his things on the other side. Letting his hands fall to his sides, a jolt went through his body; he looked down to see that his cock was beginning to get hard again. He knew that he should feel defeated, but what he felt was more complicated; it was a sense of excitement, shame, and pleasure that this humiliating journey had yet to come to an end.