The university I attended did not have coed dorms, everyone was separate. I guess to minimize hanky panky but let's be real... with a campus of horny college kids, nothing will stop that from happening, even separate dorms.

After returning from Thanksgiving break, the dorm I resided in had a flood on the lowest level that took out the laundry machines completely. Girls were given permission to use the other dormitory laundry facilities until new machines could be installed. Of course adding in more students to already busy laundry rooms made getting machines difficult.

Being the ever practical person, I took to doing my laundry in the middle of the night to avoid the crowds or not getting a machine. I just took my books over and studied while waiting in the boys laundry room for my clothes to finish. This was back before cellphones and WiFi so studying or reading were really the only options.

One evening at about 1am, I was sitting on the bench in the laundry room of the neighboring dorm working on transposing a piece of music for a class the next day when a guy walked in with a basket of laundry. He greeted me and got his wash going while making idle chit chat. Our chatting turned to flirting pretty quickly as he sat down next to me. His arm across the back of the bench was resting slightly on my shoulders as his hands gently stroked my neck and hair. I started to curl myself into him, flirtatiously touching his forearm and chest. I happened to glance down and noticed a bulge in his gym shorts, chuckling to myself. It was almost too easy. I mean come on, I was in sweats, fuzzy slippers, an enormous sweatshirt that slipped off my shoulders and a ponytail. Adorable, sure. Hot enough to fuck? Not so much.

That said, he was determined and was making all the right moves to show me just that. Teasing me, doing anything to make me laugh or finding ways to keep touching me. The buzzer on my wash went off so I popped up to switch it to the dryer. While I was doing so, I made the decision to blow him. I don't really know why, other than it was late at night and it would be fun. And I knew it would sure as shit make his week!

So when I turned around, he was sitting there just gazing at me. I walked over, knelt down in front of him and said, "well, do you want a blow job or not?" You've never seen a guy move so fast! He was pants down faster than I could blink and his hard on was right in my face. I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck. I rolled my lips in over my teeth forming a vacuum that lets me give incredible suction. Up and down, fast and hard. I had spit flowing out the sides of my mouth making a huge mess on the bench and his legs. He was moaning really loud and then as soon as I deep throated him, he popped. Shooting his load down my throat so I couldn't even really taste him much. The whole thing lasted maybe 2 minutes. So disappointing because I truly relish sucking a nice cock. It gets me so hot and bothered. Makes my pussy drip down my legs.

I stood up thinking I would have to go back upstairs to my vibrator to knock off my frustration but then the door opened and in walked victim number two. He took one look at my wet face, the guys cock still out of his pants and cheekily said, "so I heard some noises coming from in here". I laughed pretty hard while bench boy tucked himself back in his pants.

Looking at the newcomer, I decided maybe he would give me a better run. So I said, "well, you caught us...any chance you want one too?" And then his pants dropped. When I tell you my mouth fell open, it's no exaggeration. He had the longest cock I had ever seen. It wasn't particularly thick, and was probably more thin than average but it was easily 8-9" long and it wasn't hard. This was going to be fun.

I pulled him away from the doorway, while bench boy continued to stare. Dropping to my knees immediately, I wanted that cock down my throat. I wrapped my hand around him and ran my tongue on the underside all the way from the base to the tip. He groaned loudly, staring down at me while I looked up at him smirking. That boy was NOT prepared for what was coming his way. I sank my mouth onto his cock, taking him down as far as could before gagging. I began to lick and suck him, moving up and down, swirling his head in my mouth while jacking his shaft. He had one hand on the wall holding himself up and the other resting on my head. I worked him so hard, he came close to blowing once and I backed off so he couldn't finish yet. I wanted a good long blowjob and he was going to make that happen whether he liked it or not.

I continued to tease his cock, moving down to pay his balls some attention. Sucking each into my mouth and lapping them with my tongue. When I worked back up to his cock, I began to fuck him with my mouth. Working my way deeper and deeper down him, feeling his head hit my throat and beyond. I gagged several times and opened my mouth to help me breathe. Making a squelching noise and letting my drool run down his dick. I used both hands to work him while I was fucking him. I felt his hand start to hold me closer, and could feel his body tense and I knew I needed to push him over the edge. So I went for it...I slammed my mouth down his cock, taking him as far as a could and then he exploded. I swallowed all of it. My second load of the day and it was so much.

Bench boy continued to stare as he helped me to my feet and gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek, telling me it was the best damn BJ he had ever experienced. I then packed up my dried clothes and walked home, smirking to myself.

Sadly, I realized that I didn't get all of him. I was about 2" short of taking him totally. I guess that leaves me something to work towards!