So, I shared in my last story how I ended up giving relief to Randy, one of the freshman basketball players in the dorm at the beginning of the pandemic when I stumbled across him pleasuring himself in the common showers of the dormitory.
I'm not a college student though... well, technically I'm getting my PhD and took this job because of the free housing.
I'm Martinez, but most people call me Marty. It's my first name... 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.
Johnson Hall (the dormitory) is full of student athletes that are either freshmen or lower-tier upperclassmen. The place is rundown and basically where the university sends the "left overs" who are on scholarship and can't afford another place to live.
It smells like a combination of Frito's corn chips and bleach at all times in the hallways. I assume it's because student athletes often sweat, and don't always have the best hygiene and cleaning practices---and the janitorial staff just uses bleach to clean everything.
These guys walk around like animals most of the time, and who could blame them, the university treats them as such. Practice, practice, practice---if they're not practicing, they're eating or in the gym.
While there are shared toilet/vanity areas between each dormitory room, there's one public shared shower at the end of every hallway.
Since Johnson Hall is rundown, one of the issues is that it takes a very long time to get hot water in the showers. For this reason, residents leave the hot water on for most of the afternoon and evening since it's a regular flow of people. The last person is supposed to turn the water off for the night, but how do you know if you're the last person, right?
So, as the dorm manager, one of my duties is going to the shower on each floor and turning off the water at the end of the night.
A few weeks before when I did this, I stumbled upon Randy, a horny 18 year-old freshman basketball player masturbating his hand against the wall of the shower while he had some alone time.
This was toward the beginning of the pandemic and the university athletic department had decided to quarantine athletes in their dormitories when not competing as a method to keep COVID numbers down.
This meant no random car dates with their girlfriends getting their testosterone-laden bodies drained on a regular basis by girls on campus attracted to their athletic physiques.
These horned-up student athletes were going through it.
Since I'm obviously gay, Randy allowed me to suck the cum out of his aching balls in my apartment on the first floor that night.
I could feel the tension in the room, and the poor guy needed a release.
After Randy left, I couldn't go to sleep.
I stayed up the rest of the morning and slugged through my zoom meetings/classes.
While Randy is clearly of age at 18, I still felt like one of those guys on "To Catch a Predator."
Like... here I am in my 40's extracting the cum out of the balls of a lanky, immature, 18 year old dealing with the perils of the quarantine.
Every "ding" of a new email coming in, or text coming through my phone gave me anxiety...
What if word spread about me giving one of my residents a blow job?
Would they cancel my PhD scholarship and housing?
Would I be forced out in the midst of this pandemic to find a new job?
I was so nervous, I mostly stayed in my room all day avoiding any outside activity among the residents until it was about 1am... time to go turn off the showers and do my rounds.
I ran up the stairs to get a little exercise as I started on the top floor and worked my way down.
The guys were obviously really going through it.
Walking down the halls I could smell the familiar scent of marijuana spilling under the doors of several of the rooms.
In the trash cans of the common area and shower areas, there were empty bottles of liquor everywhere.
While these this are CLEARLY prohibited, I wasn't really making a big fuss about things before, and now that we're all on quarantine, I really didn't care so long as it didn't negatively impact my employment, housing, or scholarship.
I'd made it all the way back down to my floor and started walking down the hall back toward my apartment door when I felt someone's presence down the hall... I turned around as the sound of a door shutting quickly came from one of the rooms.
I thought nothing of it and unlocked the door to my apartment.
I was bored out of my fucking mind.
As soon as I flopped down on my sofa to skim Netflix, there was a slight tap at my door.
Initially, I couldn't really hear the tapping and wasn't sure it was at my door since the walls are paper thin.
Then I heard the tapping again.
I walked over to the door to look out the peep hole and it was Randy.
A fully-dressed Randy this time.
I opened the door and before I could greet him, he pushed his way in...quickly looking back into the hallway to make sure nobody saw him, then shutting my door.
He was breathing heavily, and his breath reeked of cheap liquor...Taaka Vodka to be specific.
"Could you help me out again... I could really use your help again..." mumbled an obviously intoxicated, 18 year-old Randy.
He was wearing a tattered, stained university athletics t-shirt and burgundy nylon mesh basketball shorts. Oh, and Black Nike flip flops with tube socks...
He smelled of Taaka Vodka and teenage, student athlete musk.
Before I could even realize what was happening or respond, he went over to the wall I'd pleasured him at before and put both thumbs into his waistband...
I could see his healthy bulge through the shorts...
"Please, Mr. Martinez..." he mumbled---swaying from side to side.
Here was this tall, lanky freshman basketball player who hasn't been able to find relief for his aching blue balls...
Imagine getting tired of jacking off... not being able to get any other attention, then experiencing the masterful professional, experienced blow job that could only come from a 40-something gay man.
As I got down on my knees, I thought about what it must've been like to have a warm, wet mouth with the suction of a hoover vacuum engulfing him for the first time...
Thinking back, he actually ejaculated pretty quickly... He'd probably thought about it all day in his zoom classes--- rubbing his chubby under his desk while pretending to pay attention to the lesson. Then, being offered liquor that was snuck in by upperclassmen...and drinking for the first time.
Drinking so much that you build up enough audacity to knock on the door of you gay, 40 something dorm manager.
As I stood on my knees looking up at Randy, he wasn't the 18 year-old kid that I'd met on Freshman move-in day... he'd put on more muscle with the two-a-day practices the basketball team has most of the week.
His body was actually defined.... I looked up at him... his eyes closed... his head looking up.
