over his hairy, naked body, his hands washing me, and my hands washing him. I could feel the erection start to grow as I started to unpack.
“I think I got it; it shouldn’t take too long. I didn’t bring much.”
Mr. Ramsey smiled and stepped back to the door. “Well, I need to hit the shower before supper , too. Where are you eating? Maybe we can meet up? Catch up on life and grab a pizza and a few beers?”
“Cool, I should be ready in an hour? Is that too long?”
He shook his head, “Perfect, knock on my door when you’re ready to go.”
“Okay,” I said, as he left my room. I ripped open the suitcases and jammed all my clothes and stuff into the dresser’s drawers. I wanted to shower next to him. I frantically looked for my towel. “Shit, shit, shit.” I left my sheets and towels at home.
I kicked the door between our rooms. I’m sure during the school year the door could open up for a student suite if needed.
“Alex? Is everything okay?” Mr. Ramsey’s called from the other side of the double door.
I heard him unlock his side and open his door. I closed my eyes and shook my head, as I walked to my door. I unlocked and opened it. I forced a smile.
“Is something wrong?” concern came into his voice.
“I forgot my towels and sheets.”
Mr. Ramsey turned and opened his closet. He pulled out two towels, a hand towel, a wash cloth, and a set of blue cotton twin sheets. He handed me the pile. “Will this help?”
The scent of English Leather rose from the linens, as I savored each deep breath I took. My eyes stared at the tuft of graying hair that escaped from his collar, my hands didn’t register how soft and thick the cotton towels were. All I noticed was his smell and his tuft of hair.
“I can’t …”
“Just use them until you get yours. It’s not a problem. I have extra.”
“Thanks,” I said, stepping back into my room. I closed the door and just inhaled over and over again, his scent. I doubted I’d get any sleep in these sheets to night. I kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my damp socks. I pulled off the rest of my clothing and dropped them into a pile in the closet. I wrapped the cotton towel around my body and felt my hard -on swell to full length.
I hated to get the clean towel dirty with my sweat, but I needed a fix of Mr. Ramsey. The soft cotton rubbed against my sensitive cock , and I was afraid I’d shoot a load. I stroked myself as I pressed one end of the towel into my mouth. The scent of Mr. Ramsey curled up my nose making all of my nerve endings tingle. I flopped down on the bare mattress and felt the cool air blow over my damp body. I stroked my cock up and down. The other hand reached between my legs and grabbed my low hanging balls. I rolled them like dice in my hand. One finger extended and brushed against my hole.
My head fell back on the bed and rubbed the cotton towel all over me. My balls rose , and I knew this wasn’t going to take long. My finger touched my tight opening as my other hand worked the wet swollen tip of my cock. The explosion hit my chin, and I ripped the towel away before any more cum streaked across it. Wave after wave came out of me. I squeezed the head and milked out all the rest. My cock was too tender to touch and still fully erect. I waited a few minutes for my body to return to normal. I wrapped the towel around my waist and grabbed my shampoo bottle.
As I entered the rest room, I heard a shower turn off. I found an open stall and jumped inside. I threw the towel over the bar and turned the water on as hot as it would go. The cold spray turned hot in a few seconds. I stepped under the spray and rinsed everything down the drain. Shampoo foamed and flowed over me, as I washed.
A shadow walked past my stall, and it looked like Mr. Ramsey’s silhouette. Peeking from behind the curtain, I saw it was Mr. Ramsey. He had a towel slung around his hips. The fabric clung to his ass and slipped into his crease. His stocky, hairy legs
“I think I got it; it shouldn’t take too long. I didn’t bring much.”
Mr. Ramsey smiled and stepped back to the door. “Well, I need to hit the shower before supper , too. Where are you eating? Maybe we can meet up? Catch up on life and grab a pizza and a few beers?”
“Cool, I should be ready in an hour? Is that too long?”
He shook his head, “Perfect, knock on my door when you’re ready to go.”
“Okay,” I said, as he left my room. I ripped open the suitcases and jammed all my clothes and stuff into the dresser’s drawers. I wanted to shower next to him. I frantically looked for my towel. “Shit, shit, shit.” I left my sheets and towels at home.
I kicked the door between our rooms. I’m sure during the school year the door could open up for a student suite if needed.
“Alex? Is everything okay?” Mr. Ramsey’s called from the other side of the double door.
I heard him unlock his side and open his door. I closed my eyes and shook my head, as I walked to my door. I unlocked and opened it. I forced a smile.
“Is something wrong?” concern came into his voice.
“I forgot my towels and sheets.”
Mr. Ramsey turned and opened his closet. He pulled out two towels, a hand towel, a wash cloth, and a set of blue cotton twin sheets. He handed me the pile. “Will this help?”
The scent of English Leather rose from the linens, as I savored each deep breath I took. My eyes stared at the tuft of graying hair that escaped from his collar, my hands didn’t register how soft and thick the cotton towels were. All I noticed was his smell and his tuft of hair.
“I can’t …”
“Just use them until you get yours. It’s not a problem. I have extra.”
“Thanks,” I said, stepping back into my room. I closed the door and just inhaled over and over again, his scent. I doubted I’d get any sleep in these sheets to night. I kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my damp socks. I pulled off the rest of my clothing and dropped them into a pile in the closet. I wrapped the cotton towel around my body and felt my hard -on swell to full length.
I hated to get the clean towel dirty with my sweat, but I needed a fix of Mr. Ramsey. The soft cotton rubbed against my sensitive cock , and I was afraid I’d shoot a load. I stroked myself as I pressed one end of the towel into my mouth. The scent of Mr. Ramsey curled up my nose making all of my nerve endings tingle. I flopped down on the bare mattress and felt the cool air blow over my damp body. I stroked my cock up and down. The other hand reached between my legs and grabbed my low hanging balls. I rolled them like dice in my hand. One finger extended and brushed against my hole.
My head fell back on the bed and rubbed the cotton towel all over me. My balls rose , and I knew this wasn’t going to take long. My finger touched my tight opening as my other hand worked the wet swollen tip of my cock. The explosion hit my chin, and I ripped the towel away before any more cum streaked across it. Wave after wave came out of me. I squeezed the head and milked out all the rest. My cock was too tender to touch and still fully erect. I waited a few minutes for my body to return to normal. I wrapped the towel around my waist and grabbed my shampoo bottle.
As I entered the rest room, I heard a shower turn off. I found an open stall and jumped inside. I threw the towel over the bar and turned the water on as hot as it would go. The cold spray turned hot in a few seconds. I stepped under the spray and rinsed everything down the drain. Shampoo foamed and flowed over me, as I washed.
A shadow walked past my stall, and it looked like Mr. Ramsey’s silhouette. Peeking from behind the curtain, I saw it was Mr. Ramsey. He had a towel slung around his hips. The fabric clung to his ass and slipped into his crease. His stocky, hairy legs
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