Wrapping my hand around my cock, I jerk myself, remembering all the sounds I ripped from him every single fucking night for two months straight. Swiping my thumb over my pierced tip, I pick up the pace, tightening my grip. My whole body tingles as my balls lift and I cum hard against the tile wall. Biting my lip, I swallow the groan that wants to bleed out, but fuck, why can’t I get him out of my head?
Releasing my cock, I grab a cloth and wash my body and hair. After I rinse the suds from my body, I shut the water off and pull the towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist just as the locker room door swings open. A few guys I’ve never met walk in and nod at me. I nod back as I walk to my locker and get dressed. There’s no classes today, so I’ll just go back to my dorm and chill out until my roommate arrives. If he turns out to be a dick, I’ll hit up Trent and see if there are any parties tonight.
Hours later, I’m laying in my bed and an email comes through from the coach. He wants everyone to meet tomorrow at noon for practice. Deciding to text Trent, I switch over to our text thread.
Me:
Did you make it in yet?
Trent:
I did. Where you at? I’m starving.
Me:
You’re always hungry. Wanna meet in the mess hall?
Trent:
Yea. Be there in a few.
Switching threads, I send out a message to my girl, just now remembering to let her know I made it.
Me:
Hey sweets. I made it. Miss you. Gonna go grab some food with Trent.
Little Dancer:
I miss you so fucking much. Tell Trent I said hi. Me and the girls are lounging poolside for the day. I wish you were here. I’m glad you made it safely. Call me tonight so I can hear your voice.
Me:
You got it babe.
Sliding my phone into my jeans pocket, I get up, put my sneakers on, and toss a white tee over my head. Grabbing my dorm key and wallet, I leave my room and head down the hall to the elevators. The floor is packed with people finally arriving. Weaving in and out of the crowd, I press the button and the metal doors slide open. Stepping in, I press the ‘M’ for the main floor and wait as the cart takes me down ten floors. The doors slide open and I step out, pushing through the sea of people trying to get into the elevator. Walking through the double doors and out of the building, I make a left and head for the main building. It’s not that far of a walk, but I know taking this walk when drunk is going to be a bitch, especially with all these damn stairs.Jesus.
Opening the door, I head in to find the mess hall. I really should’ve brought my map, but there are signs everywhere leading us to where we need to go. Finally finding where I need to be, I see Trent leaning against the wall outside the door, waiting for me.
“Yo, bro,” I yell, and he looks up, putting out his fist. I bump him and we head inside.
“What do you think of this place?” he asks, and I just shrug.
“We are definitely far from home, but this place is fucking huge. Have you met your roommate yet?”
“Yea, he’s on our team. Did you get the email from coach about tomorrow's practice?” he asks, and I nod.
“I’mma whip this team into shape.” I laugh, and he shakes his head as we walk up to the counter. There’s so much food to choose from. “Whatcha thinkin?” I ask as he looks at all of our choices.
“Pizza,” he says, and I nod.
“Yep, I was thinking the same thing.”
We grab our slices and a drink, scan our food cards, and go find a table.
“Have you seen the girls here? They are fucking hot. I have a few I was scoping out on my floor.”
“Meanwhile, our girls are back home poolside today. You’re an animal.” I laugh, and he rolls his eyes. “But to answer your question, my building was so fucking packed today. I didn’t notice anyone, and I have yet to meet the asshole I’m rooming with,” I tell him as we sit. Taking a bite of my pizza, I groan. They say New York has the best pizza, bagels, and Chinese food, and damn were they right.
