Someone in the laundry room

As she walks down the hall towards her room, Ashley notices the shadow of a figure standing behind the door in the laundry room. Worse, she sees a little bit of smoke creeping out from the door! Is there a fire? No, worse, this smoke smells like how the bleachers sometimes did after a game--like someone had been smoking marijuana! Oh this day was full of people misbehaving. She snuck up to the window to see what delinquent activity was occurring.

A man was standing squatting down on the floor, hovering over what looked like a giant bra with chalk marks drawn around it in almost an elongated oval. The man, a black guy with a plain white shirt and some golden chains, held a large blunt in his right hand. He took a deep inhale, his lips forming a circle as he leaned down and exhaled ...

Towards what his other, left hand was holding, directed towards the bra in the center of the oval. At first Ashley thought it was some type of wand, but no it was too too thick, more like a staff, but the texture looked alive, not wooden. But it looked so stiff. But that wasn't just something he was holding.

Suddenly Ashley realized she was looking at a dick. A very large dick. At least a foot long, with an large almost purple head that flared out. She couldn't imagine holding that. Her boyfriend's dick fit into her hand, this looked like she'd need four or more hands to wrap the entire length. And hanging beneath were two giant, hairy balls, looking bigger than the entire genitalia of Jake. How was something so large physically and biologically possible.

"Oh great father, guide my seed so that I may make the first strike to honor you."

The guy was stroking his long cock back and forth, blowing smoke towards the bra in front of him.

"I will seize this land for you. My seed will take root, and many will follow where I lead."

"Let me be the first to enter this virgin soil, and in return I will share this fertile bounty with our people."

He took in a deep breath, his face almost pained as the cock swelled, throbbing huge. A stream erupted from the slit of his cock head, a volume of liquid that reminded Ashley more of a stream of piss than the dribble she had seen from her boyfriend. A thick, milky whiteness to it that didn't seem anything like the thin water she thought cum looked like. And the amount! She was reminded of playing as a kid with Super Soakers. There was rope after rope of this piss-cum stream, flowing like a jet blasted from a water gun. It coated the bra and started to radiate steam into the air above, a sense of deep warmth. The heat mixed with the smoke above, creating almost a mirage.

This college is weirder than I thought. I need to get out of here.

Ashley rushed back down the hall to her door.