A handsome guy with a full view of their ass

Sam was struggling to grasp what had just happened. How could they have been seen unless…Lenny didn’t close the door when he came in. Someone else must’ve been passing through the hallway and noticed the two of them. For how long had he been watching? Probably not that long or Lenny would’ve noticed. Still, this was mortifying. Only their first day and not only did they have to strip naked in front of a stranger, they just mooned someone in their dorm. Though it took them a moment, Sam finally managed to turn their head to look at this person. It was admittedly rather difficult without fully turning and flashing their front too, but they managed.

The man behind them was pretty muscular, clearly working out regularly. Standing at about the same height at them, Sam first noticed the fact that he lacked a shirt. He was wearing cargo shorts and sandals, but little else. This immediately intensified their blush as they took in the rest of his features. A sharp jawline, short-ish brown hair that fell down to frame his face neatly and finally very defined abs. If there was one thing Sam loved about men, physically, it was defined abs. The thought of rubbing their face against those tensed muscles…

For a moment they got lost in thoughts, were staring even, and realised too late how much this turned them on. By the time they snapped back to reality, Sam was absolutely soaked, blessing the position of the bag Lenny was holding, so he couldn’t see this, nor could this mysterious stranger from standing behind them. However he was still smiling wide since they’d been staring for a little too long. Realising they had to say something, Sam opened their mouth to speak.

“It’s-”

“Not what it looks like, I know. You’re one of them scholarship people right? A friend of a friend of mine is also enrolled in it.”

The grin on his face was growing wider with every change in Sam’s expression. From fear to embarrassment to ogling and now surprise. Before Sam could reply to him at all, the shirtless man pushed off of the door frame which he was now leaning on and made ready to leave. Before he could, Sam finally found their voice and briefly introduced themselves, using their hand to wipe some of their hair out of their face.

“I’m Sam Monet. Merci- I mean, thank you for not being weird about it.”

He let out a soft chuckle.

“Paul. And no problem, not the first naked ass I’ve seen in these dorms. I’m this floor’s RA. If you have any logistical questions, just uh…”

Paul let his eyes slide over Sam’s ass for a moment with a devilish grin on his face.

“...Come on by. See ya later. Have fun on your first day.”

With that he left, and Sam let out a sigh of relief and turned back forwards, suddenly remembering what they were doing before being interrupted. Before them, Lenny was beet red at this point, and even slightly trembling. Sam felt almost concerned if he was okay, but rather than speak to him and risk him fainting, they just quietly leaned down, after checking and seeing that Paul had closed the door when he left, picked up what clothes had remained on the floor and tossed them in the bag.

Sam looked down to see if they had missed anything, but nope, that was it. They were now fully nude and would remain like that for the remainder of the year. It was really beginning to sink in now. Awkwardly shifting their arms around, they weren’t sure what position to take as they couldn’t cover up, eventually settling on letting one arm hang down and grabbing on to it with the other, giving a rather nervous image. Perhaps not quite as nervous as Lenny, who was beet red and struggled to close up the bag with all of their clothes.

After a painfully long time, Lenny tied the bag shut and excused himself. As he passed by {nfist}, they couldn’t help but notice that Lenny’s shorts were sporting a tent in the front. They didn’t exactly blame him. At least he wasn’t being weird about it. As the door shut, they were now all alone, naked. This was going to be their life for the foreseeable future. Sam no longer really felt inclined to go outside today, so instead opted to browse their phone. Instinctively they patted their thighs, searching for the pocket it was in. Feeling their bare skin, they first remembered that they didn’t have any more pockets. However, then their heart sank as they now realized their phone had been in their pants when Melissa had dropped by and hadn’t taken it out since, meaning…it was going with Lenny to the clothing storage.

Shit.

They needed their phone. Not only was it their only way to contact their family, but it had their schedule, their email, their everything. Sam didn’t bring a laptop, as the college would provide one if needed, which they did, but those wouldn’t be given out until the first day. It seemed the hand of fate would be forcing them to make that first step after all. The plan was simple: find Paul’s room and ask him to contact Lenny or Melissa and have one of them bring their phone back. Easy as pie. Slowly turning back to the door, they grabbed the handle and pushed it down. First Sam peaked their head out. Coast was clear for now. There was nobody out in the hallway. With that, they stepped out into the hall and closed their door. Sam couldn’t believe they were doing this, standing naked in the hall of their dorm, fighting every fibre of their being telling them to cover up.

Paul hadn’t said which room was his, but most rooms were still unoccupied as far as they could tell, meaning that knocking on every door wasn’t such a bad idea. First the door across the hall. No response. Then the one to the left. No response again. Sam began knocking on every door, most of them getting no response. The first time someone reacted, was a woman calling out: “Who’s there?” Clearly that wasn’t the right dorm, because even though the dorm was mixed, the rooms themselves weren’t, for obvious reasons, and since the voice seemed female, they figured it wasn’t his room. It could’ve been, but for now they wanted to play it safe, so simply said: “S-Sorry, wrong room.”

Next they made their way down a few more doors until finally they got another reply. By now they were halfway, so their odds of finding Paul would be pretty good. This time it was a male voice. “Coming!” Though they’d only spoken very briefly, Sam was fairly confident that it was in fact Paul. Bracing themselves for what was about to happen, they tried not to think about their naked state too much. With a soft creak the door opened and revealed Paul’s chiselled figure once more, though now wearing an open Hawaiian tee over his shoulders. As he saw Sam standing there, he couldn’t help but grin a little, but only gave a brief glance to their slit and tits before looking them in the eyes. Sam had trouble maintaining eye contact as he greeted them.

“What can I do for you, Moonshine?”

Sam turned an even brighter shade of red as he said the new nickname he had for them. Moonshine, cause they had mooned him earlier. Great. Hopefully it wouldn’t catch on. Normally they’d stand their ground and correct him, but with their confidence already in the gutter as it was, they simply chose to ignore it.

“H-hi, I was wondering if you…uhm…how you say…”

They were struggling to work out words at this point, with their growing arousal scrambling their brain as well as feeling shy and nervous. Paul didn’t seem to mind waiting, as it gave him more time to take in the view. As he leaned on the door frame, Sam noticed how one of his hands seemed to hang rather restlessly at his side. Then their eyes flashed to his chest, getting lost in those rippling muscles. If this kept up they’d never get their words out. Sam closed their eyes and took a deep breath. No longer able to see Paul leering at them, they managed to form the coherent sentence they’d been meaning to:

“Could you contact Melissa and ask her if she could return my phone, because I accidentally left it in one of my pockets.”

There, the words had gotten out. Opening their eyes, they looked at Paul again, who still had that dumb grin on his face. His hand wasn’t restless anymore, and it wasn’t hanging at his side, it was…down his pants. Paul was casually touching himself. Sam couldn’t even process what was happening and completely failed to register his reply, too transfixed with the sight of his hand moving underneath his cargo shorts, and his member being outlined against it. What finally snapped them out of it was his hand being pulled out and reaching out to them. At first they thought to cop a feel, but instead he reached for their chin and made them look up.

“Eyes up here Moonshine. Now as I was saying, I don’t have her number, you’ll have to go down to the Scholarship Counselling Office. It’s not too far from here, just across the street, into the main building, directly on your left. Mind if I…?”

Paul gestured down with his hand, not at himself however. Sam didn’t quite understand but just shrugged as they took in the news. Now they’d have to go outside too, making their heart sink further. If this kept up, they’d spiral, Sam realized. Positive thoughts, think positive thoughts. On the bright side, it wouldn’t be too busy out and it’d be good practice for the first day of classes where they’d have to go outside anyway. Just as they were calming themselves down, a strange but familiar sensation came over them. One of Sam’s tits felt covered, sheltered from the air. Did they put on a bra somehow…? Looking down, they realised what was happening. Paul was fondling their left tit, gently caressing it as he held it in his hand.

Sam was speechless as he felt them up. He was probably the first guy to ever touch them like this, and it felt…amazing. They didn’t care that Paul’s other hand was back in his pants, but simply closed their eyes at this amazing feeling. Their thighs began to suffer the same fate as their cunt, slowly being drenched in their juices. Leaning their head back as they enjoyed the moment, an involuntary moan escaped their lips and shattered the beautiful moment in an instant. While they wanted to earth to swallow them then and there, their cheeks a violent red in shame and embarrassment, Paul just smiled. However he seemed to notice that they weren’t quite used to this yet and pulled his hand away, not before giving their nipple just a slight pinch. With a playful wink they closed the door, leaving Sam to stand in the hallway, painfully turned on with laboured breath. On the ground below them, a few drops of nectar had fallen, staining the carpet ever so slightly.

After a few moments their head was clearing a bit and they became aware of their situation. If anyone were to walk up, they’d no doubt think them a pervert masturbating out in the hall. Rather than have to explain that, they decided to get a move on. The dorms had stairs and an elevator. Sam chose the stairs. Much better than potentially being stuck with someone so close to them for so long. Bounding down the first set, they immediately came to a halt after a few steps. For the first time since stripping, they felt their breasts bounce. In the hall they’d been careful, taking small steps, but now they wanted to get things over with as soon as possible, and this feeling was rather unwelcome. It made them painfully aware of how Paul must’ve seen them, and the fear of going outside and being seen by even more people grew even greater. All the more reason to get this over with.

Continuing their light and careful sprint down the staircase, encountering nobody along the way, Sam came to the ground floor lobby. Right in front of them was the door to the outside. Once through, there was no going back, they’ll have bared it all to the sky above. Sam nervously strode toward the large plastic handlebar. The windows were tinted, so they could see people out there, but all they would see was a reflection or maybe a small outline of Sam’s body. Gripping the handle until their hands turned white, they took a deep breath and opened it up. Immediately the breeze on their naked body sent a shiver down their spine. Stepping forward just slightly, the door closed behind them. What few people were around immediately turned to look at them.

On their left was a group of athletic guys, some of which had a dumb grin, others flustered. At least none of them had pulled their phones out just yet. Sam tried their best to ignore them and turned the other way ever so slightly, beginning to walk. It was at this point they regretted going out barefoot, as they still had their footwear but just forgot to put it on. The concrete slabs were like magma under their feet as they made their way across campus. They only passed the odd person here and there, trying to ignore each and every one of them.

By the time they’d arrived at the main building of the campus, they had finally calmed down a bit. Though their thighs were still thoroughly covered in their own fluids, Sam felt they could finally think clearly again, and their body was no longer fiery hot. The main building’s entrance consisted of two large glass doors. Grabbing one of the large metal door handles, they pushed it open and walked inside, immediately being hit by the cool air. This sudden breeze caused their nipples to stiffen up again as goosebumps crept across their entire body. Sam didn’t even know you could get goosebumps in some of their newly exposed places. As Paul had said, immediately to their left in this empty hallway was a door with a sign that read: “Scholarship Counselling Office”.

Storming toward the door, Sam opened it very quickly, something they’d immediately regret. As the door swung open, they were briefly met with the sight of someone else. Before either of them could react, Sam bumped into him and fell to the ground with him. Their breasts pressed into his chest. However, that wasn’t the first thing they noticed. That would have been the erection firmly stuck between their thighs.