My name is Danny. I'm 18 and I'm going to college. Oh, and I'm majoring in sound technology, in case anyone gives a shit.
When I moved into my college dorm, I was excited. I got accepted into a good university a few states away from my hometown. My family and I packed up my stuff and spent 2 days getting to the campus. Once we unpacked, I hugged them tight and said goodbye. When I saw them drive out of the parking lot, it hit me. It's just me out here now. It was my first real taste of freedom and independence from my family. It was scary, but in a good way.
One thing you should know about me is I don't have much experience with the opposite sex. I'm certainly no "ladies man." I've kissed two girls in my life, and one of them was on the cheek. The other was during a cliche game of Spin the Bottle. It was nice, but I also didn't have anything to compare it to. I was always awkward when trying to talk to girls, so eventually, I just gave up trying. But I saw college as a fresh start for me. I told myself I was going to pick up all the ladies and be a real Casanova.
Nothing too exciting happened the first few weeks of college for me. It was overwhelming at first, but once you know where your classes are in all of the different buildings, the feeling fades quickly. It just becomes a routine, just like any other school.
I made some friends from my dorm. Ryan was the athletic type and majoring in geology. Phil majored in engineering and was more of a shut-in. Brad majored in computer science and was the nerdy type. We had different interests and personalities, but we got along well and it worked for us.
I didn't have much interaction with my roommate. He was almost never there. He told me some story when we first met how he got this dorm lined up before an opportunity to get an apartment in town with his cousin, so he's just going to be with his cousin in their apartment while he tries to get out of paying for the dorm. So in the meantime, I had the room to myself.
I will say one of the benefits of having an absentee roommate is the freedom to pull my dick out and stroke it furiously whenever I want, and I usually want to often. I'm usually naked half the time. Why not? I want to be comfortable and the door has a lock.
During my first week of college, one of my professors gave the class a HUGE project right out of the gate. He said it would count for 50% of our grade. Fuck! The only real plus side to it is we get to spend the whole semester working on it, so we had time. That gave me some comfort, but it was still quite a task.
My plan was to work on it with any free time I had so I could be done with it early. I'm a night owl, so most of my free time was late at night (or early in the morning, depending how you look at it). It was after 3 A.M. before I decided to call it a night. I was getting tired, and I just wanted to take a long shower and pass out. I was already naked, so I just wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my toiletries, and headed to the communal bathroom.
Before I continue, I'll explain the layout. The dormitory building was almost in a V-shape. The dorms were split between two long hallways, and there was one long "room" that connected the V together and that was the bathroom. It had a bunch of double shower stalls, some quads, two stalls with 8 shower heads, and a really big room that had 16 shower heads. They didn't have any stalls with only one shower head, so that means I always ran the risk of sharing a space with a naked dude. Not my first choice, but beggars can't be choosers.
Luckily, since it was so late, the bathroom was completely empty. Safe to say everyone was probably sleeping. That gave me the whole bathroom to myself and that made me smile. I picked a double stall and threw my towel up. I turned the water on full blast and just stood under it for a while. The hot water just felt so damn good.
I was about to dig out my soap from my toiletry bag when I heard the curtain to the stall open. I whipped my head around and saw another guy about my age come in the stall. I didn't recognize him. I know, or at least recognize, everyone in my hallway. I see them almost daily. I didn't recognize him, so he must be from the other hallway. He gave a nod hello. I gave him one back, but it was partnered with a look of confusion. Why was he in my stall? The bathroom was completely empty moments ago. Plenty of stalls to choose from.
"Mind if I join? Been dying for a shower all day." The guy asked.
I wasn't really sure what to say. I didn't really want him in here, especially since there were plenty of other stalls for him. But it was late and I just wanted to get showered and clean and head to bed. I figured I could just push through it.
"Uh, yeah." I replied hesitantly. "I guess that's fine."
"Cool." He said with a smile. I smiled back, mostly to be polite. I then went back to grabbing my soap while he came further into the stall and started up his shower.
