Down The Rabbit Hole...

By the time Sam made his way to the receptionist's desk, he was hard as a rock. He shifted his fear boner down one leg so you it didn't pull the waistband out expose him to the receptionist. Not having pants that can hold your cock is not a good excuse for indecent exposure. His family learned that lesson the hard way.

He slammed two thick folders on the counter, one with his deviant sexual history, the other with his brother's. "What do I do now?" He asked. Standing at the counter, he got a closer look at the receptionist: It had been hard to tell from the high desk and with her nondescript clothes, but the blonde was stacked. D-cups at least and curvy figure that he imagined would make his jaw drop.

"Well, honey, I have to check all of your paperwork but since your brother's already inside I don't see any reason why you can't just walk in and get started." The receptionist slid the stack of papers over to side and got an eyeful of Sam's hard-on. She looked up directly into his eyes and licked her lips.

Sam thought his heart stopped. He knew his cock twitched in his shorts, rubbing his member against soft fabric. The receptionist's eyes zoomed in the moment it happened.

"I'm Charlene, by the way. Charlene LaCroix. Have fun in orientation."