Was it all a dream?

The sun peeks through my blinds and shines right in my eyes. Yawning and stretching, I roll out of bed to take piss.

I'm naked, as usual, but I don't bother to pull on my bathrobe. I grab my shower kit and head out of my door to the shower room.

This dorm is one of the few on campus that is still gender segregated. Back when I applied for a job as an RA, I hadn't counted on the fact that I might get assigned to the oldest dorm on campus. All I was thinking about at the time was the extra spending money and the chance to have a private room for free. Actually, I don't mind that this dorm still has the old communal bathrooms and shower rooms. It's kind of nice to have a free peep show every morning before class. Of course, I try not to be too pervy checking other guys out. I don't want to throw wood right in front of everyone.

As I walk down the hall to the bathroom, my 6" softie swings pendulously, slapping my thighs.

I turn the corner and nearly run into Tommy, clad only in a towel. He's a geeky sophomore who lives a few doors back. He'd be cute if he'd lose about 20 pounds. "Damn, Ivan. Put that monster away, dude. You'll put your eye out." I chuckle and keep walking, feeling a warm rush as my cock plumps ever so slightly. Have I mentioned I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak?

At the urinal, I grab my semi-hard cock and take aim. I notice a thread of precum dangling from my tip; it hangs down nearly to my ankles. That's a little weird. My cock's never been much of a drooler.

I piss, flush, and head to the shower room.

Greg, a senior on the football team who looks like he could run through a steel wall, is soaping up. I take a shower head next to him. It's not like I have much of a choice, this is one of those really old school showers where everyone stands in a circle around a post in the center of the room. All the shower heads hang on the post, spraying outward in a circle.

I soap up and scrub off.

Greg and I make light conversation but I'm a little distracted. As I soap up my ass, my finger rubs my hole. It's tender and weirdly sensitive. I keep rubbing it as I think about it. It makes me remember... something last night? I'm not sure.

"Yo, Ivan. You try'n'a fuck yourself over there or what?"

I realize, with horror, that I look like I'm fingering myself. I try to pass it off as nothing and move on to other parts of my body. "Just being thorough, man."

I rinse off and start to leave. Fuck. I've forgotten my towel.

Naked and wet, I walk back to my room, only to find that I'm locked out. I forgot my key too. Dammit.