He was very tall, 6 foot 4 inches, with a solid build. I found him very attractive, and didn't mind waiting on him . Eventually I figured out his sche...ule. He came to the station after work every evening around 6. He topped off the gas tank, got a pack of Marlboro Reds and a Pepsi. Like clockwork. I found myself thinking about him even when I wasn't at work. I even started masturbating to the image of him etched on my 19 year old brain. When he came to the station, I would instantly feel my. Registration went alright, although they spelled my name "Stewart Voss"instead of "Stuart", but that's happened all my life. It's strange that acommunity college has dorms, but I don't really mind. I am living withanother guy whose name is Greg (he has really long black hair, like yourbrother), and he is actually fatter than I am! I'm sorry, I know that Ishouldn't be too excited by that, but everyone else here on campus isreally skinny. Maybe all that stuff they said in the brochure. Between my arrival, the orientation and the verbal intimidation, I was in a state of shock by the time I got to my cell. Luckily, no one had been assigned with me yet. When all the cat calls finally stopped, I fell asleep restlessly in my smelly bunk. The next day was going to be a shower day the guards told me. They told me to enjoy myself as they had put me in my cell and walked away laughing. I prepared myself for the worse while walking in my towel to the shower. First, my towel was pulled. He whispered, "okay" and stood up beginning to pull my shirt off. I grabbed his hand, walked him into the bathroom, and turned the shower on. When I bent over to turn the shower on, he pulled down my pants and soaked my panties, then started rubbing my pussy. Then, I stepped out of the pants as he took off his clothes. I grabbed his dick and whispered. "Have you wanted this as bad as I have?"We stepped into the shower and the hot water ran down our bodies. He began biting my neck and nibbled on.