My name's Justin. I'm a 28 year-old banker and a high school baseball coach. I was raised by two amazing cooks and ever since I was a high schooler I've had a love affair with beer. As a result, I'm not exactly what you would imagine as the stereotypical athlete. But my upper-80s fastball and filthy changeup, coupled with the fact that I'm a lefty landed me a partial scholarship to a fairly small Division 1 school near my small hometown. My 6 foot, 1 inch, 235 pound frame in my late teens earned me a a couple funny, but appropriate, nick names. The main one that stuck with me was The Hefty Lefty. I've never been much to look at and my 5 and a half inch dick isn't the most impressive thing in the world, but my sense of humor and athletic ability made me far more successful with women than I ever should have been. Kind of a big fish, small pond situation at my tiny school. But this story isn't about me. It's about the hottest girl from my school that wound up at the same college as me.
Ashley always did a good job of making people think she was a nice girl, but it always came off as a bit fake to me. She grew up in a massive house on an equally as impressively large farm. With an insanely successful farmer for a dad and a doctor for a mom, she never had much struggles. Multi-millionaire parents and ridiculously good looks made her quite popular.
She's a natural blonde, very petite, and the proud owner off one of the best asses I've ever seen. She didn't have much for tits at the time, but that's hard to notice when it's almost impossible to take your eyes of her ass. If you're a connoisseur of the finer arts like myself, picture a more wholesome looking Mia Malkova. Although, I will admit her ass isn't quite as ridiculously big, but it does have the same ridiculously tight shape.
The coaches at my school encouraged athletes to support the other sports and I had no complaints with having to go to volleyball games and I ogling her spandex-clad booty. I often filled trash cans with crusty Kleenex with that image burned into my mind. I know she wasn't a total prude, but she had a tendency to date guys from out of town so I never got the opportunity to hear any stories of how fun she had to have been in the bedroom. At the time we went off to college, she was dating a a genuine ivy-league-bound douchebag. Apparently the rules of relationships don't mean much to her.
Our college had a rule that all athletes had to live in dorms throughout their time at school and because most of us had discounted room and board, they stuck us in the most run down of the dorm buildings. The building was an 'X' shape with coed floors set up so different halls were for the opposite sexes in an every-other fashion. My hall was the one coming straight out from the elevator shaft in the middle, so it was flanked by the female halls with the other male hall on the opposite side. I think there was roughly 15 rooms and a bathroom in each hall, so about 100 total students per floor.
If you've ever heard the stories about Olympic Village, you know that it's basically a bunch of people in peak physical shape having a massive orgy. I don't know about other colleges but the athletes' dorms at mine were pretty similar. Everybody was fucking everybody.
My room was at the far end of the hall, directly across the bathroom. Speaking of the bathrooms, they were one of the worst parts of my college experience. As I said earlier, my cock is nothing to write home about, and I'm a 'grower' in every sense of the word. When I'm soft I'm probably right around an inch, maybe a bit over on a warm day. The dorm showers somehow had no stalls at all. The doorway had a curtain hung on it and behind it was basically a large tile room with shower heads along the walls. Me and my premature beer gut and deceptively small looking dick had to share showers with a bunch of 18-22 year-old athletes in their physical primes. It was pretty embarrassing at times.
Some of the guys were not shy at all so there were a couple times I skipped showering before class because I could hear somebody fucking in the showers. I remember one time stepping in what I thought was shampoo or body wash, but I later realized it was probably cum.
With the floor being entirely athletes, over half of my floormates were black. By no means am I gay, but every once in a while I accidentally did some meat gazing. The stereotype is not always true, but some of those guys were hung like horses. Namely, my next door neighbor Tyree.
Ty was a senior linebacker on his 5th year of eligibility and NFL bound after the year was over. He was a 6 foot 3 pile of muscle listed at 245 pounds in the roster, but 10 pounds of that had to have been cock. Ty wasn't a fan of clothes and typically wore just gym shorts. And I mean only gym shorts. I don't think there was a girl on the floor that didn't struggle with trying to decide to stare at his abs or the outline of his massive cock as he was going commando on a daily basis. And with the close proximity we had to the bathroom, he often made the short walk past my door and across the hall bare assed with a towel thrown over his shoulder. So unfortunately, it didn't take long to accidentally catch my first of many glimpses of that monster. If I had to guess, there was probably 7 soft inches flopping around between his legs.
Luckily, our R.A. was a law-school-bound double major and ran track, making him basically nonexistent. When Ty wasn't being forced to go to class by his coaches, he enjoyed spending his free time smoking weed. Often times with his door wide open, and occasionally with a pair of white lips wrapped around his big black cock.
Ty was an equal opportunity stud and fucked women of all races, but he definitely had a thing for white girls. If he wasn't fucking the track or volleyball girls from the floor, he had a parade of sorority girls constantly paying him visits. Not all of the girls he fucked were perfect 10s, the vast majority of them actually weren't. But I don't think I saw a single girl knocking on his door that I would have turned away. I think in order to be a basic college girl at my school, you had to wear Ugg boots, a Northface jacket, and have your pussy resized by Ty's big dick.
My roommate was also a freshman and a point guard on the basketball team. As the Artie Lange joke goes, "The only time a white point guard is a good thing is when your sister tells you she's dating the point guard." He was a good guy, but he knew he didn't have much of a chance of playing at all.
We quickly learned how to sleep with headphones in our ears to drown out the moans and sometimes full-blown screams coming through the paper-thin walls of the dorm rooms. I literally cannot remember a single night that Ty stayed in his room and I didn't hear a girl going wild with orgasmic bliss. Or the sound of skin smacking together if it happened to be one of the girls that could take all of him. Or his entirely too loud grunts as he hosed whoever he was with that night down with his cum.
