You do!

Upon reaching the room, he releases his hold on you and gestures toward the bathroom, his voice a low rumble. "Go ahead and take the first shower, Emile. I don’t mind."

"Oh, nice. Okay, thanks," you reply, gathering your toiletries and a fresh pair of underwear. The door creaks softly as you push it open. You step inside, the cool tiles beneath your feet, and turn the faucet. Warm water cascades over your body, melting away the tension of the day. Standing under the stream with your eyes closed, you let out a deep guteral satisfied moan, the water droplets dance across your light skin. The scent of soap fills the air as you lather up, your mind drifting to Jamal’s kindness and the new friends you’ve made in the Black Students Association. You feel a warm gratitude, unaware of the plans unfolding just beyond the door.

With your soapy hands, you swipe and wipe across your soft body. You’ve never been able to grow much body hair, just a faint light treasure trail leading to your almost completely hairless crotch, but that’s about it. Your legs and arms are covered with short, fine blonde hair, almost invisible against your light skin.

While soaping up, you explore the soft flesh of your thick ass, relieved it’s finally freed from the confines of your uncomfortable underwear and jeans. Carassing the smooth, hairless skin feels soothing and relaxing. As you carefully cleanse even your crack, your fingers brush over your pink, virgin hole. A small moan escapes your lips.

After such an eventful and exhausting day, your whole body feels heightened, including your puckered ring. You’ve never taken much interest in playing with your hole, hard to reach, given the size of your cheeks, but in this moment, the sensitive pleasure feels good.

As your fingers tease your asshole, your small cock begins to harden. It quickly reaches full size, which is easy considering it’s below average, even by German standards.

As warm water continues to pour over your body you touch yourself, moaning softly from time to time. Your index finger dips slightly inside your entrance now and then, though you never fully penetrate. With your free hand, you begin stroking your cock. It’s easy to envelop it completely, given its slender girth.

After a few short minutes, you feel your orgasm building. Without slowing your delicate exploration of your asshole and cock, you reach your release. Just moments before the first spurt shoots from your twitching member, you close your eyes and a vivid image of Jamal sitting in the student center chair, proudly displaying his large bulge, flashes through your mind.

With that image seared into your thoughts, you erupt, a few warm spurts of cum escaping and quickly washed away down the drain. After four watery spurts your orgasm has already reached its end.

You have no idea why Jamal’s bulge crossed your mind at that moment, but you tuck the thought away to ponder later.

What you don’t realize is how loud your moans were when you peaked, and you don’t know Jamal heard every high-pitched sound.

After your cock softens again, looking even smaller now, you switch off the shower and step toward the mirror. You dry your body with a towel, running it through your damp hair as you study your reflection.

Despite the long day of travel and socializing, you look surprisingly relaxed. That sensual, thorough shower must have worked wonders, and that orgasm certainly helped.

With your curly blond hair mostly dried, you slip into tight underwear and leave the bathroom, a large towel wrapped snugly around your torso and waist. The towel is a relief since your underwear already rides up your crack, barely concealing your thick white flesh.

You find Jamal, laying in his bed, still engrossed in his phone. You quickly head to your bed, the space filled with the soft hum of his occasional laughter and the tapping of his fingers on the screen. As you bend down to retrieve your phone from the floor beside your bed, thats when your towel rides up, exposing the curves of your thick, pale buttocks, your underwear already positioned like a thong. You hastily adjust the towel, hoping your roommate wasn’t subjected to your inadvertent display.