Anal Sex with the Resident Advisor

I was pretty drunk, stumbling back to my dorm after having far too much beer. Actually, it was pretty stupid to try to maneuver my way back alone, but I forgot where my friends were, and couldn't find them (read: I was too far wasted to see them in a crowded room).

Oh well, I was pretty close to the building when "splat!" Yeah, I'd slipped on mud, and landed, face down in a nice big mess. I couldn't believe it. In fact, it felt kind of good. Kind of comfortable. I knew I had to get up, though. As I struggled to my feet, I felt a strong hand on my arm.

"Okay, you drunk ass, lets see if we can make it back in without doing any more damage!" I heard someone say.

It turned out to be my Resident Assistant (RA), Kevin.

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"Oah, thanks, Kev. I guess I kinda slipped or something," I slurred out.

"Yeah, right. Had nothing to do with the keg of beer you probably drank, either," he laughed.

We made it into the dorm, and amazingly, to the third floor where we lived. Instead of leading me, muddy footprints leaving a trail, to my room, he shuffled me into the bathrooms, where he gently dropped me in the shower, against a wall and turned on the water.

"WHOA, what the hell??"

"Don't worry," he said as he chuckled, "you have to wash off before you make any more of a mess. Hold on, I'll be right back."

I really wasn't up for a shower, truth be known. Actually, I just wanted to relax, which I did, as I slid down the wall of the shower until I was sitting on the floor. Just when I was getting comfortable, in walked Kevin with a few towels, and some soap, but missing his clothes.

"Wow," I thought. Now Kevin was pretty hot, I'd always thought. He was a senior, which made him about 21. He had brown hair, longish, with deep brown eyes to match his Southern California tan (that's where he was from), and seemed to have a decent body, although I'd never before really seen it.

Now, however, I saw every inch through my blurred vision. He was quite a sight. His strong soccer-player legs were perfectly shaped, and held an awesome body, with apparently no body fat at all! He had broad shoulders and muscular arms which hung around a well shaped chest with just a dusting of dark hair above a hard stomach. His cock wasn't that long, but thick and veiny surrounded by short pubic hair and balls the size of plums. Even in my drunken state, he looked great!

"Alright, lets get you cleaned up, there, drunk-boy," he said, as he peeled off my shirt. Reaching under my arms, he lifted me to my feet, leaned me back up against the wall, and went to work struggling to take off my sneakers, pants and boxers, all of which were covered with mud! It really didn't occur to me at the time, that this was quite as erotic as it should have been, but then, Kevin wasn't gay, either - couldn't be. Not only did I know his girlfriend, I'd actually heard them going at it when I walked by his door on occasion! But then again, everyone thought I was totally straight, too....

Anyway, after he had my clothes off, he filled my hand with the liquid soap, and told me to go at it, while he poured some more on my head, trying to wash the dirt and mud out of it for me. It didn't take us too long to get me cleaned off, but I noticed that something in me also must have taken over - life was beginning to appear in my own cock.

"Oh, shit," I thought, "theres no way I can sport wood while my naked RA is in front of me." Problem was, I wasn't thinking clearly enough to know what to do about it, except to hope Kevin wouldn't notice the change.

"Okay, come on," beckoned Kevin, as he shut off the water, "let's go get you dried off." He tossed me a towel, scooped up my clothes, and led me down the hall.

"You can dry off in here," he said, as he opened the door to his room. I stumbled along, not really sleepy at all, but feeling kind of lazy and weak, anyway. I tripped into his room, and sort of leaned up against his closet, as he shut the door. He quickly dried off, and walked over just in time to catch me sliding down his wall, pushing me back up again.

"Okay, okay, gimme the towel," he said, grabbing the towel hanging from my waist. He dried my hair off (which was quite an awakening to begin with!), moved to my arms and chest, before getting down on his knees to dry off my legs, and moving up to....

"is he really gonna," I was thinking to myself, as he grabbed my balls through the towel, drying them off. I could feel myself getting bigger as soon as he started getting near them....

"Wow. Looks like there's something waking up here, huh?" he asked, staring up at me, before taking hold of my cock with his hand, massaging it.

I couldn't believe it! "What was he doing?" I thought to myself.

"He's straight, isn't he?" I wondered.

"Come on over here and relax," he ordered, leading me to his unmade bed, where I layed down. He got on to the edge of the bed, kneeling, leaned over, and took my hard cock into his mouth all at once, all the way down to the base. He sucked hard and fast, his hair tickling my stomach as it danced along my skin. I reached above me and grabbed the headboard of his bed, as I enjoyed this awesome blow job, not sure if it were really happening or not.

He lifted off me, walked across the room to his dresser, and walked back, kneeling back on the edge of the bed. He ripped open a wrapper and rolled a rubber on to my cock, followed by a big load of jelly which he massaged onto my pulsing dick.

"Just relax, and go with it," he said, "I've dreamed about doing this from the beginning of the semester. With that, he crouched over me, took a hold of my cock, and eased it up his ass, as he gently lowered himself onto it. Very slowly, he worked his way down my pole as it disappeared into his boiling hot, tight hole. His face was red and his eyes squeezed shut, with a look that combined excitement and ecstasy, until he was all the way down, sitting on me with all 175 lbs. of his weight. The feeling of my cock up his tight hole, combined with the weight on my crotch felt awesome!

He raised himself up, a little, and lowered himself down again, slowly at first, with short movements, until he built himself up to a greater speed going farther up and down, bouncing on and off my own cock and balls. His two nuts hit my pubic bush over and over again as he fucked my hot, rock hard dick, pumping his own with his hands. I started lifting my hips, as best I could in the state I was in, to meet his slamming ass. I was deliriously drunk and turned on both at the same time, seeing this great looking stud ride my manhood furiously. Finally, I began to convulse, as my cock burst into the rubber in his ass, shooting load after load into him, my chest heaving with each breath, my moans getting louder.

Kevin started to pant himself, until they turned into groans. He continued to fuck himself on my cock as he leaned back, stretching his chest and stomach, and shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen all over my chest and stomach, and hitting his own too. His electric orgasm must have lasted at least three minutes before he finally calmed down, laying on top of me, my dick still in him.

I was totally spent. There was no way I could even think of moving. Kevin got off of me, cleaned both of us off with one of the wet towels, and let me sleep on his bed, taking the couch for himself. When I woke up the next morning, he was already awake, staring at me.

"Hey, man, how do you feel?" he asked with a wide smile.

"Uhm, okay, actually," I answered, sort of confused as to why I was naked, and in his bed.

"Do you remember last anything from last night?" he asked, still smiling.

"Uh, I think so, I'm not sure," I said. Actually, I did remember, I thought, but I wasn't sure it was real or not.

"I think you do remember, don't ya," he said, teasingly, as he walked over and sat on the bed.

"It's okay, don't worry. It's our secret. You should probably borrow some sweats to get back to your own room, though."

He gave me some of his sweats, and rolled up my dirty clothes for me to carry back to my room. Still, I wasn't sure what to say.

"Hey, if you think you had a good time, you could stop in again some time, you know, if you want," he offered as he opened the door.

"Holy shit," I thought to myself, "it really did happen!"

"Thanks, I probably will," I said, flashing him a smile.

I had always assumed my studly RA, Kevin was straight. It certainly sounded that way when he was fucking his girlfriend every other day, which anyone could hear who walked by his room! Until of course, he found me drunk and muddy last weekend. After carefully washing and drying me off, he actually put my dick up his ass and rode me with all the force of a Kentucky Derby jockey! The next morning he told me to stop by again sometime, but I felt kind of odd about it. Probably because I was still surprised by the whole episode. It didn't mean, of course, that I didn't think about it. All the time, actually.

A full week went by before I could take it no more. It was about 2 a.m. on Friday night, after a night of drinking and fun at my frat house. I couldn't really sleep- thoughts of Kevin wouldn't let me, until finally, I decided "what the hell." I got up, left our room, and walked down to Kevin's waiting at the door to see if I could hear whether his girlfriend was there or not. Hearing nothing, I knocked.

The door opened almost immediately.

"Hey, man! Whats up?" asked a seemingly awake but nonetheless half naked Kevin.

"Hey. I was thinking maybe we could.... uhhm... you know..." I stammered.

"Dude, I was hoping you would come back," he said as he ushered me in and shut the door.

"I've been thinking about you a lot since last weekend," he explained.

"Yeah, me too. In fact you're all I could think of every day," I told him.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, "what were you thinking of doing to me?"

I really didn't know how to say it, and sensing my difficulty, he gently grabbed the back of my head, pulling me toward him, and let his tongue search the back of my throat. I raised my arms, under his, and embraced him tightly, as I kissed him back, moaning as I let my own tongue go as far into his mouth as possible. Our hands roamed all over each others bodies, grabbing, touching, caressing, all at once.

"Oh, God, Kevin, I want you in me," I whispered hoarsely into his hear.

He flashed a big smile, and without speaking, lowered both of our boxers in one movement. He led me to his bed, where he layed down, pulling me on top of him. We kissed again, even more furiously than before, as I almost got lost in his hot mouth, before moving over to chew his ear, darting my tongue over his neck, moving downward licking the light covering of hair on his well developed pecs. He moaned in pleasure as I played with his nipples between my teeth, moving even further downward, soaking his treasure trail that led to his bush.

He reached down, and caressed my face as I took his fingers into my mouth, sucking them for all I was worth. I reached for his sizable balls, gently pulling downward which raised his hard cock upward, pointing toward the ceiling. I let his fingers fall out of my mouth, and replaced them with his veiny cock. It wasn't overly thick or long, but filled my mouth with no problem. I slurped up his manhood the best way I knew how as his hands massaged my scalp.

I reached under his bed, to see of the "supplies" he had left last weekend were still there. I quickly opened one of his rubbers,and rolled it over his throbbing dick, which I then coated with lube. I was still pretty nervous and unsure of what I was doing, but tried to remember how Kevin did it last week. I straddled his waist, and easily lowered myself onto his cock. It hurt at first, and didn't seem like it would go in.

"Hey, just relax all your muscles, and let it go in," he told me.

I did as I was told, and relaxed muscles I didn't even realize were tensed up. Lowering myself onto him with my own body-weight, I kept going, letting him slide into me, deeper and deeper until it was in all the way, my balls nestled in his pubic hair.

"Oh, wow, you're so fucking tight," he whispered, looking into my eyes.

"This feels so, good," I told him.

"Ride it man, ride my hot cock up your ass," he ordered me.

I reached down, and grabbed a handful of his pecs in each of my hands, for balance, and lifted my ass up off his pelvis, then rocking back on to it, over and over again. He grunted, loudly, each time I slid back down his pole, as I did, every time his cockhead hit my prostate.

I was surprised at how long we were both lasting, as I rode his cock, bouncing up and down off his waist. Sweat was pouring off of my body, mingling with his in pools on his chest and stomach. I was so taken by having him inside me that I forgot my own cock. Kevin, however, didn't forget. Spitting into his hand, he reached down, and jerked me with all his strength.

I couldn't control it any longer. I felt my balls tighten as the cum boiled up the length of my cock. I fucked his dick harder and harder, as he pumped my until I shot all over both of us. Gobs of my cum landed on my stomach, his chest, even his neck, as I came over and over again. Still squeezing his dick in my ass as I continued to fuck him, I saw the muscles in his upper body tense up. He grabbed my legs, and thrust his hips upward, burying himself in me, over and over again as he groaned out in pleasure.

When he stopped, I lifted myself, off him, pulled the rubber off his spent cock, and layed down on top of him. Putting my head on his chest, I started licking my own cum off his sweaty skin. I hoped this semester would never end.

written by wearboxrs

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