Quarantine Relief
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.
