I used my passkey to open the door and entered the gloomy room. It was typical of every student room in the Halls of Residence. I felt along the wall to the place I knew the light switch would be only to be met with some thing strange. The switch seemed to be covered with material. I pressed it anyway and the room filled with light. My hand was left holding a white sports sock that had been hanging from the switch. By accident or design the sock had been cast off and landed perfectly to land on the switch. It felt cold and moist, not clean, probably soaked in sweat. I let it fall to the floor. A quick sniff of my fingers confirmed that, indeed, I had been holding some guy's sweaty sock.
As caretaker of the university's halls of residence almost all maintenance jobs, great and small, fall to me. Blocked toilet - send for Joe, dripping tap - send for Joe, broken window - well I am sure you get the idea. I try to do the work while the students are in lectures or during the holidays so as not to interrupt their studies. A few students ignore me or worse treat me like a servant; after all, I am just a manual worker, another facility of the university to be used by the students. Most of the guys are great and I make sure that their rooms are always perfectly maintained, the others can suffer a failed light bulb a night or two - or longer.
This guy's room was typical of any of the rooms in the block - only more so. The first thing I noticed was that although my hand was no longer near my nose I could still smell sweat, it seemed to hang generally in the air. It was not the stink of stale old sweat but more the fresher musky aroma of the locker room. This student was clearly into sports in a big way. Clothes were strewn around the room, mainly on the floor. T-shirts, shorts all taken off and left where they fell. There was also another scent that I could detect but not quite identify, familiar yet elusive. I don't understand why but I had become erect. My 8-inch uncut cock was tenting out my loose boiler suit. It always happened when I was working in the guy's rooms, something just triggered it. I usually took no notice and carried on, although it always felt real good as the course cotton material rubbed against my exposed, moist bell end.
My work sheet said that the desk lamp was not working, essential equipment for every diligent student. I was fairly sure it was not the bulb as I had replaced it a few weeks before. I was going to change the fuse, I am usually right about these things. I followed the flex down behind the desk, along the wall and behind the un-made bed. I pushed the bed away from the wall to give me access to the electricity socket. Hanging from the socket was an off white cotton jock strap.
I picked it up, it was more than just moist, it was soaking. I examined it and found that a very large load of spunk had recently been shot into the pouch. The material had absorbed as much as it could but some thick creamy sperm remained on the surface. I brought it to my face and inhaled deeply. The strap was wet with sweat and now I knew what the other smell in the room was - cum.
I popped the fasteners on my boiler suit and eased it off my shoulders. It fell from my body and gathered around my knees, leaving me all but naked. My ample foreskin had slid fully back exposing my purple helmet, it was hard and glossy. Finding the wettest part of the pouch I wrapped it around my glans and shaft. I used both hands to rub the sticky jock over my cock. My tender cock head tingled but was soothed by the cool man juices. I throbbed and thrust my hips forward fucking the jockstrap. My head was full of locker room aromas and my cum was boiling in my balls. I grunted and my load pumped out of my piss lips, jet after jet. My hot jizz joined the sweat and cum in the sodden jockstrap pouch. The relief was enormous and I savoured the moments as my cock slid about in the sloppy results of two orgasms.
Without looking, I knew there was someone else in the room. It was one of those feeling you get when you know you are being watched.
David had been having a shower and had returned to his room just as I was in the full flood of my climax. I could only turn very red, unsure of what to do. My hand still gripped my softening cock wrapped with his cum dripping jock strap. He had a white towel around his waist and his sinewy body still glistened with droplets of water from the shower. I was unable to look him in the face, I gaze at his feet, they were large, unusually large and even in my terror I felt my cock give a little jump.
His deep gravel voice echoed in the tiny room. "Fixing my lamp Joe?" I stuttered out an incomprehensible reply. "Looks like you found the jock I had on this morning when I was out for a run. I was so horny when I got back that I shot a load into it, but I think you know that already." Again my reply was lost in embarrassment. "Unless I am very much mistaken I just watched your load join mine." I nodded my head in agreement.
I released my grip on my soft dick and the soaking jock fell to the floor with a thud. The room filled with the smells of cum, sweat and David's fresh shower gel. I am still on my knees and he moves to stand close to me. The slightest movement of his hand causes the towel to fall to the floor and he is naked. His cock is directly in line with my face, and what a cock. Hanging soft it looked huge, the smooth shaft topped with massive red mushroom glans. He was shaved, not a hint of body hair anywhere.
As I watched, the organ began to pulse and fill with blood. Larger and thicker it grew but still hung down. Then it began to rise, just when I thought it could get no bigger it throbbed and jerked upward to point obscenely at me. The rigid shaft was smooth and taut - the tightest cut cock I have ever seen. This resulted in the glans being pulled down. The cock head was massive, broad and deep purple, it's eye pulled wide open. Here was pure male aggressive sexually. Now fully erect, 10 inches of man meat throbbed an inch from my face. I was mesmerised, as the snake cannot resist the charmer's tune so was I unable to take my eyes from David's perfect pecker.
The gravel voice penetrated my hypnotic trance. "Suck it Joe". It was a command, I opened my mouth and learned forward, saliva flushed out ready to aid the act that my brain was anticipating. I underestimated the size of his dick, the rim of his huge bell end dragged against my lips. I opened wider, my jaw stretched, and he pushed in. I locked my lips tight behind his glans and ran my tongue over the surface eventually probing the open piss lips. Despite his recent shower, David's cock had the unmistakable flavour of a permanently horny teen. My tongue probe was rewarded by a release of pre-cum. The bittersweet liquid was strong and I sucked harder and faster.
No matter how hard I sucked and how willing I was, both Dave and myself knew we were getting nowhere. His cock was just too big for my mouth. I could only just get the head in and there was little room to provide the tongue action it deserved and no chance that I could get it down my throat. Reluctantly I allowed David's cock to be pulled from my mouth, the resulting popping sound would have been comic in other circumstances but only served to remind me of my failure.
I knew what had to be done, I wanted it and I am sure Dave wanted it. I stood up and kicked off my boiler suit. I considered the bed but it was too low, then I saw the desk. I took the few steps across the room and bent forward across it, my arse presented at just the right height. Immediately I felt hands parting my cheeks and the cool air against my puckered hole. David pressed his spit-covered glans against my hole but I resisted him. After a vacant pause I felt a cold very slippery finger enter me, Dave had got some much needed lube for somewhere.
I wanted that cock so badly that I soon relaxed. One finger was quickly replaced by two and then three long, thick digits worked my fuck chute. Suddenly my gaping hole was empty. I bear down trying to relax as the broad helmet pressed into my hole again. Not to be denied, Dave thrust hard and my sphincter gave way. I cried out as he entered me, the pain was sharp but passed quickly. The seemingly endless length of cock was slowly pushed into me, the rim of the glans stretching my chute to the limit. As his smooth pubis came to rest against my arse cheeks I felt filled as never before. Dave had been considerate so far but was clearly unable to hold back any longer. Harder and faster he began to fuck me, his rigid cock pistoning in and out of my man pussy.
My cock had gone soft during the painful entry of David's cock. As he thrust and pumped in and out his glans stroked my inflamed prostate. Pressed between my body and the hard wooden surface of the desk, my cock was painfully hard. The huge organ in my arse caused pre-cum to pump out of my cock each time Dave thrust into me. The rough fucking also caused my dick to slide in and out of my sloppy foreskin. I was being wanked inside and out.
David was grunting with animal lust with each thrust of his full length into me. A slight change of direction by Dave sent me into orbit and the cum surged hot in my balls. My arse clamped down hard on his organ and I started to shoot huge jets of thick spunk over the desk. The extra lube renewed the stimulation and I continued to shoot, the intensity of my climax spreading though out my body and mind, excluding all else.
As the last few drops of jizz were squeezed from my trapped cock I became aware that Dave had stopped thrusting and was holding his cock deep inside me. I felt him swell and a throbbing sensation from deep inside me told me that he was cumming. His hot sperm was filling me. He gave little jerks, thrusting his stiff cock hard into me as each jet of his hot load pumped out.
Finally, Dave stopped moving and we both held still savouring the post orgasmic feelings. Dave lay across my back, his cock still embedded in my arse, our intimate contact pleasant and comforting. We both had softened and with a liquid plop, Dave's cock slid from my sloppy hole. Warm wet juice dripped from my battered hole down my legs and onto my balls.
I stood and turned to Dave who handed me his towel. The rich smell of sweat and cum told me that he had already used it to clean himself. A thrill of pleasure ran through me as the towel cleaned away the cum from my legs and yawning hole.
David was dressed and had picked up some books. As he was leaving he called back. "Don't forget to fix the lamp Joe". What did I expect? After all, I am just a manual worker, another facility of the university to be used by the students.
End
I hope you enjoyed this story.
Unfortunately, all rooms in the Halls of Residence are fully booked well in advance of the academic year although male students with the right credentials can apply directly to me for entrance. I always try to fit a guy in where I can.
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