Hey guys! I got the idea for this story and wanted to push it out as quickly as possible. It's on the raunchier side than my usual stories and doesn't involve much romance. Let me know what you think, I read all of the comments and love to hear your feedback.
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Chapter 1: Gavin scratches an itch
I needed to get fucked.
It was just one of those inclinations that coursed through my young body like needing a haircut or a shower after a long workout. The truth was that sex had become one of those constants in my life that re-appeared every so often. It was like a fucking plant that I'd water every single day and that kept growing bigger and bigger until soon enough, it'd take up my entire room. That was what it felt like with sex. The more I caved in, the more badly I needed it.
This was my life.
But it wasn't always like this. I remember spending many nights in my younger years, desperately jerking off to internet porn and thinking that I'd never get to experience something like that. Sex- real, raunchy and uninhibited sex- always seemed like it was lifetimes away from me. Back then I was a little more naive with fifty or so extra pounds on me. It wasn't until high school where I really started to focus more on these needs. I cut the weight and thanks to some newfound confidence, I found myself seeing sex less as an unattainable fantasy but something at the edge of my fingertips. If I wanted it, I just need to grab hard enough.
I'd been halfway into a shift working the front desk at one of the dorms on campus. I started this job last year, mostly because it was an easy way to make extra cash that didn't involve stacking books or scooping sub-par mac and cheese in the cafeteria- like the rest of the kids who needed jobs. I overheard one of the guys in my Public Speaking class talk about how Front Desk Workers basically got paid to sit around and watch Netflix for a few hours. Every now and then, you'll get the occasional kid looking to check in their non-resident girlfriend or fuck-buddy, or some girl in desperate need of the shitty vaccum or pots and pans that we rented out. Even still, it was a cushy job that I couldn't pass up. And so when i saw that they had opened applications, I quickly sent in my resume and managed to woo my way through an interview. Twenty minutes and a whole lot of aspirations to help ease these students into University life later, and I was hired.
Graham Hall wasn't like the rest of the dorms on campus. It was tucked away on the far edge of campus, just along the outskirts of downtown. Because of this, the University thought it best to house many of the upperclassmen there as became tradition. However, this year with enrollment at an all time high, Graham seemed to become the hodgepodge dorm that housed freshmen, transfers, international kids and upperclassmen alike. It also tended to be the most chill place to live- with all the RA's and staff turning blind eyes to the residents who just wanted to make the most of their college life. And thanks to the proximity to the scary downtown that yuppie parents wanted to protect their daughters from, the hall became a breeding ground for guys who filled up four out of the five floors. It was a dorm chock-full of male testosterone with a good mix of barely legal freshmen and international kids from all over the globe- all within an arm's reach.
The first few hours of my shift involved some actual work. I'd been renting out a few pots and pans to a group of international kids who'd gathered together for some big multicultural dinner. I even had a few stray kids who'd locked themselves out of their rooms- a few more times than allowed per dorm policy. But I encoded their cards anyway and sent them on their way without noting the extra fees. I learned early on that it's good to get on people's good side- and one way or another, some of them might remember your kindness.
As the night turned late, much of the bustle of Graham Hall subsided. I'd taken to scrolling through Twitter porn and carefully adjusting my growing cock inside the joggers that were now a bad idea, It was just so easy to fall into this habit, considering the counter was high enough to conceal what I was doing and that there was barely a soul around. I was set on getting some action tonight and so I opened Grindr, hearing that familiar tune which got me excited. But as suspected at almost 2 am on a Tuesday, most of the guys up were either too far away for my liking or were already halfway through a fuck session.
A smile crept across my face as I decided to head to an adult bookstore a few blocks away after my shift. It was a sleazy little joint that wasn't subtle in its advertising, with three bright red x's dotting the storefront at the dismay of the neighborhood. Such blatancy tended to weed out the unsure, meaning everyone who stepped foot in the back playroom was there for some real action- not some curious guys who'd stand around fully clothed and not participate. I chuckled at the memory of the last time I paid them a visit, having sucked off the cashier and gotten as many tokens as my heart desired. I ended up in the booths, getting my hole fucked at one end while sucking a thick cock on the other with neither guy ever showing me their face. I left there thoroughly used and satisfied, with a promise that I'd return. And as I felt my hole twitch, I was determined to recreate that night.
I slumped back into the chair, checking the time on the desktop to see that my co-worker after me was due any minute to take on the 2-6 shift. And so I gathered up my things and waited to hear that familiar buzz come from the glass front door. Instead I heard someone coming down the stairs, heading towards the door- likely on his way to a hook-up, considering most of the bars were closing up. He stopped for a second and looked back, seeing me through that perfectly framed overhead mirror used to check who was coming through the back entrance. The boy turned, surprising me that he wasn't this muscle-head senior that I'd pictured based on his stature. He pulled down the hoodie that masked his intensely green eyes and a boyish face that kept club bouncers up at night. He clearly wasn't a senior and was too corn-fed and all American to be an international student.
"Yo, do you know where Trimmer Street is?" he asked. Studying me with those green eyes.
I gave him a sideways glance, seeing that his phone was clearly on Google Maps and that the boy had every means to figure it out himself. He's making conversation, I thought to myself.
"It's four blocks away, just take a right outside and walk the opposite way of campus." I said, giving him a knowing look.
The boy flashed me a smile and slipped his phone back into his pocket, "Thanks dude." he said before giving me a wink and taking off. I made a mental note to look out for him the next time I was on shift.
Hannah came in from the front door shortly after, wearing the customary hoodie and sweats that often came with the graveyard shift. We'd been working this series of shifts all semester, and thankfully she wasn't one of those people who'd made it a mission to become best friends with me. She clutched onto her laptop case and a tote bag I assumed was filled with snacks as she walked to the front counter.
