Finally, some action!

I let the water run down my skin and started soaping myself up. Carl was on the shower head next to mine with no stalls dividing the space between all of us. He was rinsing the shampoo out of his head, water running his face down when I glanced at his wet athletic body down to his crotch where his cock was hard like steel. That sight made my blood rush to my own cock that was now stiffening. With not a word at all, Carl reached for my huge cock and stroked it. I grinned and felt pleased with the sensation of his grip, ignoring completely the rest of the guys.

“Liked what you saw, huh?!” I playfully asked next to his ear.

He was slowly stroking up and down my length with his right hand, his left hand on my shoulder, clearing his view of his work on task. With the help of the foam in his hand, the feeling was doubled up and he went for my red head. I moaned out loud and remembered that we were not alone– Well… when we started we were not alone, but the guys were nowhere to watch our little show anymore, so I got up on my toes and kissed him.

Water was being wasted by both our showers, but we kept our foreplay going. I sensed his hand on one of my shoulders pressing me down and understood what he wanted before he even asked me.

“Go down on me.” He whispered.

I got on my knees and started to blow him, simple like that. I didn't even mind his tight grip at the back of my head with both his hands forcing my head further on his cock. It fit perfectly, but I was having a hard time getting it past my throat, because believe me when I say: down there, it looked like it was a mile long.

He found his pace abusing my mouth for a while until he tried to push his length down my throat again. It didn’t go and my reflexes responded, making me cough. The thick line of my spit hung from his cock to my mouth for a second before he grabbed my hair and shoved it back in. I tried to look up between his pumps and saw him smirking looking to the right. Shit! Someone was watching. I freed myself from his hand and looked at where he was looking before.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly.

Nobody was there, though.

“Nothing.” I got up and resumed our kiss. “Now, my turn. On your knees.” I smirked at him.

He didn't protest at all and started sucking on my cock as soon as he positioned himself on the floor. I felt heaven when his mouth went down on me. He managed to take it all in showing no effort at all in the process; he was a pro. My only reaction was to laugh with my mouth shaped in a “oh” I quickly felt my crotch burning from inside, building up the known tension. He kept working on me up and down and I decided to announce with more moans. I couldn’t possibly think of forming an understandable phrase with his pace overwhelming me.

I concentrated on his face, he looked up to me and I patted his shoulder warning him one last time that I would not hold back anymore. He didn’t let go and chased his fate with more and more enthusiasm. Then, I just released it with all my soul and, not ceasing his attempt to amaze me, he went as deep as he could on me and I felt his throat welcoming everything I have delivered.

“Oh my–!” I cried out loud, holding myself not to summon a mighty being in the middle of a blow job.

As I closed my eyes, leaning back on the cold tile wall of the showers, water still pouring down, panting as hell, I asked myself where the hell was this guy hidden and why did I find him on my first week at college? Now I would have to marry this son of a bitch! Everything he’d done was designed to make me feel special.

I felt his lips once again on mine.