Erotophoria

Dear Dean of Student Affairs,

I’d like to apologize for any actions on my part which might have contributed to the explosion of sex and sin in the men’s locker room yesterday. I didn’t mean to assist in inciting an orgy on a college campus.

When I was taking a shower, after a long, sweaty session of training, and rubbed a sweet smelling lather all over my soapy wet body in front of all those completely smooth swimmers I didn’t mean to become aroused. It wasn’t my intention to accidentally be overwhelmed by the memory of an experienced and married woman who’d forced her way into in my bed a few days before.

I certainly didn’t intend to walk over to my locker, dripping wet, without a towel. It was poor judgment on my part to decide that I didn’t need to cover my body with a soft cotton cloth until I’d made it to my locker.

Looking back now I can see how a slender young man with long dripping wet hair walking completely naked all the way from the showers to a locker with an erect penis might cause an undesirable reaction from other men. When I say this I hope you can understand how I felt when I rubbed my hard, thin body with a baby-blue hand-towel. It just didn’t occur to me that that moment wasn’t the opportune time to fondly recollect a dirty, cheating wife who meant to turn me into her boy toy.

But I can’t claim responsibility for anything which took place that day beyond gently rubbing my hard cock with a feathery soft cloth. I was perfectly willing to keep my gentle pleasure to myself!

It was the sweaty, deep dark skinned young man who hummed a tune to himself while giving off an aroma of grass and musk not but a few lockers down who was fascinated by my throbbing appendage. Surely you can understand the necessity of using the moisture in my mouth as a lubricant after he decided to start touching me. I had no lotion, nor any personal lubricant with me at the time and I had to reciprocate. My mother raised me to be a polite and considerate man. There was nothing I could do but rip down his tights and clean off his salty, sweat covered, dark chocolate, thick curly pubic hair laced cock with my tongue. I couldn’t use my clean, though damp towel - he was covered in dirt and sweat!

And when those skinny swimmers with hairless bodies, shining and slippery like eels, came upon us, practically dancing with glee, they were responsible for their own actions as well. It was they who decided to fondle me and my little pink wonder while I was bowing down and worshiping the dark chocolate dong filling my mouth.

Please understand that by the time the tall, muscular women from the girl’s volleyball team had entranced upon our heated little exchanges of fluids and caresses I was already completely powerless. I had been walled in by a mass of heaving, heavy breathing, musky bodies. I couldn’t escape when so many hands and lips were holding me down, fondling me, and paying such dutiful attention to my red hot hard-on. I was pinned - one of them must have taken a wrestling class on your college campus!

That being said, I do have to admit the presence of pussy certainly did change the nature of my own arousal. When the raven haired woman with a deep commanding voice and a hooked nose incited a riot with the other girls as she tore off her mound hugging short-tights and bore down on me with her dripping wet, black hair covered vagina I became an animal. To be honest, I barely noticed the volleyball coach – that raging, angry bitch of a bull dyke lesbian (please don’t tell her I said that) – as she entered into me from behind with a strap-on.

The rest is all a blur to me, I barely remember it save to say that I am truly sorry that my pretty little pink penis attracted the amours of half the faculty and most of the student body present on campus that day.

I hope you can forgive me for having a hard-on in the men’s locker room. But please, when deciding my punishment, remember that I wouldn’t have received the ardor and adoration of so many people in one, large, male-musk filled room if my daily thoughts hadn’t been corrupted by a lovely, married lady with a voluptuous body and demanding hands.

If anyone needs to be punished it’s the women who’ve corrupted me! I was an innocent, naïve young man until they transformed me into the depraved, lust filled monster whose fate lies in your fair hands.

Please decide justly when you consider my punishment.

Thank you for hearing me,

~Virgohippy

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