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Dorm Encounter Part IV: The Groundsman
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Dorm Encounter Part IV: The Groundsman
My position as Resident Assistant afforded me the
opportunity to be quite involved in the managment of my dorm.
Though I had a supervisor, he was inept at best, and all four
hundred men in the building knew where to come when they had
problems or concerns. In addition, I found myself repeatedly
getting involved with staff members from other departments that
supported Housing efforts: groundskeepers, custodial staff,
maintenence men, and the like. Every so often, when confronted
with a situation with one of these type people, my
professionalism as a Resident Assistant gave way to sheer
animalistic lust where the other person was concerned.
One such occasion happened close to the beginning of my
third year on staff. The dorm I work and live in is somewhat
isolated from the rest of the residence halls and as such, we get
forgotten every now and then on the routine groundswork cycles.
Several of my residents had complained of the inordinately large
amount of trash that had blown from the street into our "yard"
and had asked what could be done about getting it cleaned up. I
called the Physical Plant and told them of our dilemma and they
said they would send someone to talk to me. Our physical plant
always talks first... never in a million years will I understand
why so many people have to discuss a simple problem before it is
solved, but hey!
An hour later, I was roaming the halls trying to find a
couple of residents I hadn't seen in a few days and was worried
about. I had my nametag on and as I approached the main lobby, I
saw the most incredible looking young guy standing there looking
totally lost. Though he didn't have the standard PPD uniform on,
the gloves sticking out of his pocket gave him away. I
approached him, introduced myself, and asked if I could help him.
He smiled as our hands met and told me that he was new and
that the PPD had sent him to talk to "the RA in charge" about the
garbage on the lawn. I told him I was the right person and took
him outside. We stood on the front steps in the sunshine and I
showed him what I was talking about. Not having been outside in
several hours, I was surprised to find that the temperature had
soared during the early afternoon to a roasting 85 degrees. I
told him if he got tired or hot, to stop by my room as I had
some cokes in the fridge. He said that would be great, and
started collecting the garbage.
I went back to my room and sat on the bed. I started
thinking about this guy, and the more I thought about him, the
more I wanted him. I got up and looked out the window. There he
was, facing away from me, bent over picking up trash from the
grass. As he stood up, I studied him carefully. He was tall,
thin, and had broad muscular shoulders. As he was in shorts, I
was able to see the incredible definition in his perfectly
tapered legs, devoid, for the most part of hair. His hair was
long and blond, and hung below his shoulder blades. It was
perfectly straight, and shone in the sunlight like tv commerical
hair people's does. He turned as I watched in awe and saw me
watching him. He smiled, waved, and continued to work, this time
facing me. Each time he bent his hair fell over his face and he
would swish it back as he stood up again. His face was rugged,
handsome and chiselled. He was incredibly tanned for this time
of year, and I could not help but drop a hand to my expanding
crotch and give it a caress or two.
He looked up again, and seeing that I was still watching,
slowly peeled his tight-fitting t-shirt off. His chest was truly
a sight to behold. Smooth, incredibly defined pecs glistened
with sweat. His armpits were peppered with light blond hair that
looked as soft as cotton candy. Each nipple was a work of art in
its own right, small, taut, brown, hairless. A thin trail of
hair led from him navel to the secret treasures within his
shorts. He began flexing more as he moved, obviously enjoying
the show he was giving me. I was rapt. I couldn't move. I had
never seen anything so incredibly gorgeous in my life. He could
have easily posed for an national gay mag and put most of the
models to shame. God, what an incredible hunk!
He worked away from my view, and I sat back down on the bed
trying to decide what to do with my raging hardon. I sat for a
moment rubbing it through my pants fantasizing about this man I
knew absolutely nothing about. Just as I was about to pull my
boner out and make love to it with my fists, a tentative knock
sounded at the door. Composing myself quickly, I squeaked,"Come
in!"
The door opened and the object of my fantasies walked in.
He tossed his shirt on the chair next to my desk and asked if the
coke offer was still good. With shaking hands, I got it for him
and gave it to him, motioning him to have a seat on the bed.
He sat and drank in silence. He looked around my room
carefully as if casing the joint, and stopped moving when he
reached my bulletin board. My bulletin board has a collage of
naked men on it. It's about five feet wide and four feet tall,
and is completely covered with tasteful centerfolds from some
back issues of my favorite fist mags. Naturally, no cocks are
showing, and it is rather artful in presentation. He seemed
enamored.
I couldn't help myself. I was staring at him with all my
might, trying to memorize every square inch of him for future
fantasizing. I didn't even realize he had spoken until he
touched my arm gently.
"Wha...What...?" I stammered.
"Those are some really hot looking dudes, man. I would love
to make it with some of them." he said matter of factly.
I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. I stammered
around for a few seconds and then, figuring honesty is the best
policy, asked if he wanted to do me. He didn't answer with
words, but got up, locked the door, and dropped his shorts in one
fell swoop. There was nothing between them and his cock which
quickly arched to its full nine and a half inches. As if lead by
his cock, he approached the bed, grabbed my head, opened my mouth
by force and stuck that monster penis right down my throat. God
it was wonderful. He tasted lightly of sweat and heavily of pure
man. His cock was veined in just the right places, providing my
tongue interesting places to follow and trace. His cockhead was
enormous, completely round, and smooth as a baby's butt. He
pushed in and out with a sense of urgency I was not about to
deny, and just as I was really getting comfortable with this
monster meat in my mouth, he began cumming. Load after creamy,
delicious load shot down my greedy throat. I couldn't hold it
all, and it began running down my chin. He reached down, wiped
it off my chin and slurped it off his fingers. I was so fucking
hot I couldn't stand it. I stood up, stripped, got on the bed in
a dog stance and yelled, "Fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me
forever. Just do it!"
Not to be shy, he quickly climbed up on the bed and in one
swift stroke, mounted me to the hilt. Never have I felt so full
so quickly. It was pure bliss. Every inch of my ass canal was
singing the praises of the incredible totem pole that had plunged
into it. In and out, in and out, in and out he stroked, finding
rhythm quickly and smoothly. He fucked as one with lots of
practice, finding new and far-reaching parts of my ass as he
pushed and pulled within me. I reached down and jacked my
dripping cock feverishly, enjoying every single second of the
excruciating pain/pleasure I was experiencing.
Apparently bored with the position, he flipped us over and
went at me while I was on my back, staring up at this sweating
heaving man who was putting such effort into this masterful fuck.
He brushed my hands from my throbbing oozing cock and took over,
beating me in sync with the cadence of his fucking. Then, he
amazed the shit out of me by bending over and swallowing my cock
whole as if it were an easy feat. I was in total bliss. Every
nerve of my body was shouting and screaming with pure animal,
lustful joy.
Sensing that we were both close, he sucked and fucked with a
pace that made me dizzy, and as I felt the first spasm of my cock
hit the depths of his throat, he began unloading his creamy
sticky jism into my ass by the gallon. We both came for what
seemed an eternity, panting, groaning, and moaning, until
finally, with almost no energy left, he pulled out and met my
mouth with his, feeding me slowly my own creamy load. We kissed
for what seemed like hours until our hearts had stopped beating.
We lay there quietly, fondling each others' now dwindling
cocks. His fingers found my ass and swiped a fingerful of his
cum for me to taste. The combination of his semen and the bung-
taste of my ass sent me to new heights and I shook with delight
as he continued to feed me.
Finally, totally spent, he rolled off the bed, toweled dry
and put his shirt and shorts back on. It was only then that I
noticed that he had never removed his shoes! He asked if he
could come work outside my window again, and you bet I replied to
the affirmative!
I stood looking out the window as he headed back to the
Physical Plant. I was tired, sore and sticky, but I felt like
nothing in the world could get me down!
Every now and then, as I sit at my desk by the window, I get
this feeling that I am being watched. Sure enough, my
groundskeeper lover is there outside the window with an
inquisitive look on his face. I motion for him to come in, and
the rest, as they say, is history.
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