I woke with a start, I had fallen asleep studying, which was not ideal since I had laundry to do. Even more than usual since the washers in the dorms had been broken for the last 2 weeks. I had been stuck going commando for a few days, and even though I knew it was irrational, I was sure that everyone could tell.
I stripped the sheets from my bed and piled my dirty clothes on top, wrapping it all in a neat bundle to take downstairs. I grabbed my detergent and headed out the door. It was around 3 am, a little later than I preferred, but it should still be empty for another hour or so.
Sure enough, when I got there, not a single soul in sight. I started my bedding first, since it would take longer, and then quickly loaded my dirty clothes into the next washer. Now all I had to do was wait. I considered stripping and throwing in my pajamas like I usually did, but since it was already almost 4, I kept my tank-top and boxer shorts on.
I barely had a chance to sit down when I heard a thunk-thunk-thunk from the washer with my bedding. I got up with a sigh and opened the washer. They were top-loaders, which meant the slightest imbalance had to be fixed before the washing could continue. I reached down into the drum and tried to unravel the bundle that had formed. I was already on my tiptoes, but I still couldn't reach, so I scooched forward until my legs were dangling a few inches off of the floor, and tried again to separate the soggy mass. My arms were getting tangled in the sheets, and I knew it would be difficult to extricate myself from their sopping wet grasp.
Just then, I heard the door open. I froze, hoping it was just the janitor, no such luck. I heard the voices of college boys as they noticed my situation.
A voice spoke, "Looks like someone needs a little help." A second voice answered, "I'd say he needs more than a little, seems like he's got himself stuck in the sheets."
I stayed silent, hoping they wouldn't notice that the "he" they were talking about had shaved legs and a decidedly round derriere.
"Whaddya say man, should we leave a surprise for the ladies?" That was the first voice/There was a few seconds of laughter and then I felt hands on the waistband of my shorts.
"Now's your chance dude, we can walk away and leave you here, or you can finally get some action "in the sheets." The first voice again.
I stayed silent, praying they would just go away, but they took it as a sign to continue, and the hands on my hips abruptly pulled down my shorts.
I yelped, trying harder than ever to get my arms free so I could push myself out.
"The boys had gone silent, and then I felt hands on my knees, pulling my legs apart. The first voice spoke again, "Look what we have here, this boxer short boy, is actually a babe, guess we better help her out after all."
I sighed in relief, ready to profess my thanks once they pulled me out, when I felt fingers spreading my lower lips. I gasped, feeling cold air against my hot flesh, and then there was a tongue pressed against my opening. It gave a few slow licks and then pushed inside.
Once again the first voice spoke, "Now that's how you eat a pussy, you gotta teach me how to do that man, maybe then I can keep a girlfriend."
Whoever was licking me chuckled and I felt the vibration in my core. I wriggled my hips, trying to do something other than just sit there and take it, but another pair of hands grabbed my waist, preventing me from squirming anymore.
The tongue pressed further into my entrance, and I gasped at the sudden jolt I felt before it quickly withdrew.