Some of the freshmen in my dorm were comparing their manhood in an open space. Man, those kids are a different breed. I saw one of them have a girth d...ick and one of them have a curvy dick but the black kid was most impressive, from my view, I can guess he was packing an 8 or 9 inches. My boxers balloon a tent and I close my doors before they see me. Then I remembered what Manuel asked me so I quickly put on some shorts, a clean shirt and grabbed one of my books. As I was locking my dorm, one of. Do you wanna fuck?”He blinked, a little war between his fear and confusion and horniness all fighting a little battle across his face. Then his eyes drifted down, lost in the endless expanse of cleavage he was mere inches from.“Yeah, okay,” he finally managed.“Drop your pants,” I said as I dropped him gently to the ground, taking a step back to let the man work. As he undid his belt and dropped the rather ratty boxers beneath I took a seat on a wooden crate behind him, fishing the panties. The honey-do's he would never get to, were now getting done with zeal. The gutters never looked better. The shed was cleaned and organized. He even got around to cleaning our garage. That had looked like a tornado had hit it. It just amazed me that I have never thought to lock his cock before. Had I realized how compliant he would become, I would have done it sooner.The last time I released him was on a Saturday and I was sure he thought it would happen again this Saturday too. I made him wait. "As the bathroom door closed behind him, Paul felt his clothing loosen, just slightly. It was a sagging feeling, as if the elastic had given out.Paul looked at the window. Too small! He tried the door. Locked."And it's going to stay locked until you're clean and dressed!" he heard Rosemary yell. "Take as long as you like!"Paul felt grateful for the sanctuary of the bathroom. Even though the door was locked and he was trapped inside, it felt as if he could hide for a while, collect his thoughts,.