The one at the end of the hall

You choose the door at the end of the hallway. As you walk toward it, you begin to feel your strength returning. Whether you are simply more awake or if it is yet another side effect of what’s happening to you, you have no idea. By the time you have your hand on the doorknob, you’re actually reasonably clear-headed, even if you ass is still throbbing. You remember that you still have a butt plug inserted in your ass. You withdraw it and set it on the floor.

You open the door and are greeted by a wall of steam. The door you selected leads to a bathroom, and it happens to be occupied. You see an undefined figure through the thick steam. You apologize and start to back out when a voice stops you.

“Hey, is that Nate?”

The deep voice belongs to one of the black teammates you saw last night. As the steam starts to clear, you get a better view of him. He has clearly just finished his shower, and he is drying off. He is naked, standing with one foot on the toilet seat as he towels off his leg.

“Um, yeah... It’s me,” you respond, letting your eyes take in the sight of him. As the steam diminishes, the view is increasingly enjoyable. At 6’2”, the lean, muscular guy looks like he could be a model for a fitness magazine. The short hair on the top of his head is the only significant hair on his body — at least of what you are able to see at the moment. The moisture on his body causes his muscles to stand out with beautiful definition.

You realize you’re just staring at his body, so you **** yourself to make eye contact with him. He is smiling.

“Not surprised you came looking for a shower, man,” he says, setting the towel aside and facing you. Now that you can see all of him, you are able to tell that he has a small, trimmed patch of pubic hair just above his cock. The rest of his crotch is shaved, leaving his long coal-black pecker free to dangle down over his hairless balls.

“Last time I saw you, you were so covered in jizz, I’m surprised you didn’t stick to the floor when it dried.” He laughs as he reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair. “It works better than hair gel, though, doesn’t it? Wish I could take credit for it, but both of my loads went down your throat.” He laughs, and you try to remember when that happened, but you can’t. By the time you blew this guy, you must have already been in a drunken stupor.

“What’s the matter? Throat too sore to talk this morning?” he asks, running his large, warm hand over your cheek and brushing your lips with his thumb.

“I ... um....” you try to think of something to say. As tired as you should be, you find yourself already feeling very aroused just being in the presence of this ebony stud. You wish you knew his name. “Yeah, I just thought I’d grab a quick shower. I can come back when you’re done.”

He just laughs and says, “Help yourself. In fact, I may join you; I think I may have missed a spot.” He keeps his hand on your face, continuing to circle your lips with his thumb and steadily applying more and more pressure. He pulls down your lower lip and slips his thumb into your mouth. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. You feel his other hand around your balls. He closes the distance between the two of you, and you feel his cock against your hip. Already long in its flaccid state, you can feel it growing as he gently grinds it against you.

“I only got to sample that sweet mouth of yours last night. It was so good, I can’t help but wonder what the other end has to offer.”

You couldn’t respond if you wanted to. He works his thumb ever further into your mouth. He guides you toward the shower, keeping his muscular grip on your balls all the time.

“How about if I help you get cleaned up, Nate? And then maybe you can repay the favor.”

With the two of you in the shower, he releases the hold on your face and turns on the water. The instant spray of cold water against your skin removes any vestiges of drowsiness that might have still been there. He adjusts the temperature of the water so it is comfortable and turns you to face the water as he stands directly behind you. His cock, now fully erect, lays across your lower back, running up your spine. He continues to grind his crotch against you, even as he fills his hands with shampoo and washes your hair.

You close your eyes and soak in the sensation of the warm water against your skin, his muscular massage of your scalp, and his hardness against your back. You feel your cock beginning to respond. The big football player finishes scrubbing the dried cum from your thick black hair. He lathers up his hands and gets to work on your body. By the time his hands reach between your legs, your cock is at full erection. He grips it tightly and strokes it. Your soapy dick slides easily in and out of his firm grip. You feel his breath on the back of your neck and then on the back of your ear as he growls in a low voice, “Damn... I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Nate. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, boy.”

He grips your shaft even tighter with those words, and he begins to rub his cock up and down your back. In response, you push backward against him, encouraging him on.

Without releasing your dick, he takes half a step back. You immediately miss the direct bodily contact and are about to step back as well to continue it. Before that can happen, you feel his other hand on your left buttock. He gives it a rough squeeze before bringing his hand up to meet the other. You find your cock sandwiched between his powerful hands as he rubs them back and forth, as if warming them in front of a fire.

After a few seconds of this, he resumes jerking you with one hand. The other hand, now covered in soap suds, returns to your butt. Not stopping there, however, you feel it slide down your crack until his soapy fingers are at your hole.

“Damn, boy,” he again growls in your ear. “How can you still be tight after all those dicks you took last night?”

You have no answer, and he really doesn’t expect one. Instead, he slides two fingers into your ass. Before you can adjust to the sensation of their intrusion, he starts to slide them in and out of your hole, wriggling his fingertips as he does so.

“Oh, fuck....” you exhale.

“Oh, I’m going to,” he says with a chuckle. “Don’t you worry about that, Nate. I’m going to fuck you good and hard.”

You realize you’ve been holding your breath and feel a little wobbly. You reach out and put your hands against the wall to steady yourself. You hear a snort of laughter from behind you. “Damn, boy... You really are a slut, aren’t you? Why didn’t I know this about you before? We could have had ourselves a fine old time!”

With your hands against the wall to steady yourself, you respond to the football player’s silent instructions to bend over. As tall as he is, you assumed he’d want to fuck you while lying down. To do so in this position means he’s going to have to bend his knees a fair amount. He seems undeterred by that prospect, however, because no sooner is your upper body at a 90 degree angle to your spread legs than you feel him remove his fingers from your ass and position his long, thick cock against your sphincter.

“How do you want it, slut boy?” he asks. “Nice and slow, or do you want to take it like a bitch?