Jacob, a geeky college student living in the dorms

You unpack your final box of clothes and tuck a pile of your underwear into the dresser drawer beneath your bed. Sophomore year is upon you, whether you are ready or not, and you're not quite sure how you're feeling about being back at Bridgewater U so early. As an honors college student, you are required to come back to the campus a full two weeks before the start of classes, and the whole campus is empty except for the other geeks and the guys on the football team.

Jesus, football? How is that still a thing in 2020? You don't see the point in sending those idiot meatheads to bash their heads against each other and risk traumatic brain injury just to send a misshapen ball to one side or the other of the field. Nevertheless, football is all the rage at Bridgewater. The school's team has been division champions three years running, and the whole institution seemed to cater to those overgrown nimrods.

Usually you didn't get this worked up over a stupid sport. What, with all of your advanced coursework and everything, you barely came into contact with the jocks on campus last year. Those days are over, though. When you mom dropped you off for move in day and you reported to your assigned dormitory this morning, you were shocked to discover you'd been placed in Johnson's Hall. The whole fourth floor was packed with meathead jocks, and you had been assigned to room 408.

When you entered the room, you found it littered with dirty clothes and smelling of sweat. One side of the room had been completely taken over by a total slob. And from the unwashed jockstrap hanging on your bed frame you'd guess (rightly) that your roommate must be on the team.

When you had found the jockstrap dangling from your bedpost this morning, you had been sent into a rage. What kind of asshole just leaves those nasty things lying around? You had picked it off with just your fingers and tossed it toward the other side of the room. You tried to ignore the wave of heat the rushed down toward your groin when you held it. For the briefest second, you considered taking a big whiff of it. Of course, you resisted. You'd never do something like that. Between your anger at your roommate's mess and your need to suppress any hint of arousal, you had managed to unpack in record time. Now as you stand surveying your side of the room, you can't help but be pleased. Everything is neat and tidy. Your bed is lofted above your desk. All your textbooks are neatly arranged by subject on the nearby shelf. The bed is neatly made up. Every pencil is in place. You are all ready for orientation to start in the morning. You sigh in relief and turn around.

Then you sigh with frustration. The mess on your roommate's side of the dorm is atrocious. Your eyes glance over the piles of dirty laundry, an empty pizza box on the floor by his bed, other odds and ends scattered everywhere, and finally your gaze is brought back to the ripe jock still sitting where you'd flung it earlier.

Go on, you filthy perv. Go have a sniff.

You can feel me swelling slightly as heat rushes down your skinny torso and into your pelvis. I stretch and thicken, pushing lightly into the tight confines of the restrictive briefs you wear to keep me down.

"Not now...." You panic. As far as you're concerned, I am just a really big inconvenience. Especially when I get hard. You have important work to do. You think wanking off is just a big waste of time. You think it's kind of weird. You think sex is meant to be for a man and a woman, tied together in a permanent bond of love and monogamous marriage. Well, that's what they told you in church, at least.

But, I... I know my true purpose: pleasure. And I will have it. You can't stop me.

Sure, you'd managed to go the whole summer without jerking off even once. And sure, that's a pretty major accomplishment, if you do say so yourself. But now you seem constantly on the edge. You've noticed how now I am constantly alert. The more you hold back, the more space in your brain I take up. You may have managed to hold off all summer, but you were taking a whole lot of cold showers. I don't know if that strategy is going to keep working for you now that we're back in the dorm. Speaking of showers, now's a great time to get cleaned up. Two birds, one stone, and all that. You can freshen up after the long drive and unpacking and freeze out your arousal all at once.

You turn in the direction where you expect the bathroom door to be only to find a solid wall. Oh no! Is this building not suite-style housing? Where's the bathroom?

You exit the room and wonder the hall until you find a restroom filled with stalls. And at the end of the long room of shiny white tiles, there's another open area with a big drain in the middle of it. All along the walls are shower heads. No privacy curtains. No stalls. Just a big, old-school, gang shower setup.

That means you're going to have to be showering...

With a bunch of other naked men! Great news! This is just...

Terrible. It's terrible. You may be upset about it, but I am very pleased. You can feel me pressing up into the tight confines of your underwear in earnest now. As I stretch to my full length I rub myself across your thigh. You love the feeling.

Well, the shower is empty now. You figure you might as well get this over with while there are no witnesses.

After a quick trip back to your room for a towel and your dopp kit. You choose the far corner just in case anyone comes in. You strip off and stand under a cold blast of water. Your goal is simple, freeze out your erection before anyone catches you fully boned and exposed. The cold water runs down your long, lithe torso. Your body is mostly hairless, except for the thick patches of black curls in your armpits and around your heavy dong. Your skin is pale and smooth; you may not get a lot of sun but at least you've got a nice complexion. You don't really work out, but you are decently toned. A nice four-pack adorns your torso. Your best physical feature, to your great dismay, is your hefty prick. At 5'4" and so thin, your body seems out of proportion to your 7" prong. And although you do consider your cock too long for your body, the real problem you have with it is the girth. You're rocking a piece that's as thick as a soda can.

And right now I'm red and swollen and standing proud in my full glory. Just the idea of getting caught like this has me so worked up I don't think any amount of cold water is going to get me down. You're going to have to stroke one out if you want to get me under control.