|
Dorm Encounter 2 of 23 (mm)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Dorm Encounter, Part II
It was late, about midnight as I recall. I was just
sitting down to study since, as a Resident Assistant, I
got very little done during the evening. I had just
turned the stereo on to some relaxing music, Kitaro I
think, when one of my residents barged into my room.
Steve was totally buck naked and dripping wet. Once he
had closed the door, I asked if anything was wrong. He
replied, somewhat testily, that someone had stolen his
towel from the shower room. He was livid! I don't
even think he noticed that he was naked.
I offered him a towel saying, "Dry off. You're making
a mess." He did, and then put the towel in my hamper.
He then sat on my bed, still naked, and asked what I
was doing.
In the habit of teasing my residents, I replied that I
was going to study unless he could suggest something
else. This particular guy was too cute for words.
Small, hairless for the most part, blond, big baby blue
eyes.... you know the type. Having seen him naked just
now, I could also see that his daddy had been good to
him in the dick department.
Much to my surprise, Steve put his hands over his face
and started sobbing. I sat on the bed next to him and
wrapped my arm around his shoulder. In my softest
voice, I asked what the problem was. He was slow to
reply as he was quite choked with sobbing, but he got
it out eventually.
"Andrew, I didn't get my towel stolen. It's still in
the shower room. I came in here because I wanted to
talk to you. I think I am interested in men, but I am
scared to find out if I am or not. I figured since you
were so open about being gay, I could talk to you."
"What makes you think you are attracted to men?" I
asked. "I thought you had a steady girlfriend."
"Sure," he replied. "Sarah is great. But I can't make
myself have sex with her. I just can't make myself
touch her. I can't... you know... I can't...."
"You can't get it up?" I asked.
"Yeah. It just doesn't feel good. Does that mean I am
gay?"
"Not necessarily. Have you ever thought about loving a
man?"
"Yeees," he shyly replied. "And I thought...
maybe...."
"That maybe we could try it out?" I asked. "I'm not
sure that's such a good idea. What if what we do does
make you happy, and you decide to become gay and maybe
you're not supposed to be?"
Steve looked me straight in the eyes and said, "That's
my choice, I suppose. All I know right now is that I
want you to show me how to make love to a man. Right
here, right now."
I looked down and discovered that his beautiful cock
had risen to full height, about seven delicious inches,
and was waving furiously in his lap. I reached down
and put my hand around it. He jumped slightly. "Must
be the first time someone else has touched it," I
thought to myself. I took my hand away, and turned his
face towards mine, locking my lips over his. His kiss
was tentative at first, exploring, cautious. Soon,
though, he had parted his lips and was swiping the
inside of my mouth with his young tongue. Our tongues
battled furiously, fighting each other in passionated
love. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed me to
the bed, still kissing his heart out. I broke the
kiss, gasping, and said, "Hold on kiddo. Let me get
out of my clothes.
I stood up and quickly shed my t-shirt and shorts. my
eight inch cock sprang out of my shorts like a prisoner
let free from a cell. I joined Steve back in the bed,
lying prone on top of him. Our cocks rubbed together
causing intense frictional pleasure as my tongue again
found his willing mouth. We rolled on the bed for
several long minutes, kissing hugging and thrashing our
legs and arms around each other in a frenzied passion.
I finally had to come up for air, and I sat up on the
bed. I told Steve to lay back and relax, and do
nothing. He complied, closing his eyes and putting his
arms by his sides.
I began kissing his forehead, and slowly worked my way
down his face, stopping to tongue fight for a brief
second. I traced his neck and adam's apple with my
tongue and then swirled around each nipple, causing
them to harden immediately. I lightly nipped at each
nipple, causing Steve to moan slightly.
My tongue then travelled down to his navel, across his
tight and smooth stomach, and found his cock. Slowly,
with the grace of an English monarch, I traced the
length and girth of his cock as he began writhing in
passion. His hips lifted slightly, indicating that
more intense adoration of his manmeat was in order. I
swallowed the shaft in a couple of easy strokes and
began worshiping his tool with all my energy. My hands
alternated between fondling his tight ballsac and
roaming his smooth chest. I tweaked nipples as I
passed by, all the while sucking my heart out. He was
really getting into it bouncing up and down and crying
my name over and over.
"Oh, God. That feels so good. Don't stop. Please,
keep sucking. Oh Christ!" was all he could manage. I
kept sucking, eager to taste the nectar of my sweet
little man. I was soon rewarded as He pushed firmly
upwards and blasted several long shots of semen down
my throat. His was the sweetest semen I had ever
tasted, and I relished each tangy drop. I let the
final few shots hit my face, and fell down, exhausted,
atop him. I inserted my tongue in his mouth, and he
swabbed my mouth tasting his own semen. He then licked
my face clean, smiling all the while and running his
hands up and down my back.
I moved down his body, still kissing and licking until
I had reached his balls. I think he knew what was
coming because he lifted his legs up in the air. My
tongue traced a line from his balls to the opening of
his anus, and swirled around and around. This drove
him crazy, so I sucked on a finger and rammed it in his
hole quickly. I began moving it around his chute, and
ultimately must have hit the pleasure spot because he
literally screamed, "Fuck me, man. Fuck me, please.
Fuck me!"
Only too happy to oblige, I offered him my throbbing
prick for lubing. He swallowed the shaft awkwardly,
but like a dog takes to water, he quickly developed
some fine cocksucking skills. Once my rod was
slippery, I pulled out and placed the tip at the
entrance to his tunnel. Slowly, almost painfully, I
sank into him. He tensed at first, breathing only
slightly, but once I was in and held still for a
minute, he let out his breath and pushed back on my
cock. I pulled out and slowly sank back in, relishing
in the soft tight hole. He was moaning loudly, crying
and laughing at the same time.
"I knew it would be like this. Oh, God, keep fucking.
Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh Shit that feels so
fucking goddamn good!" he repeated over and over again.
I fucked him slowly at first, building speed and
intensity over several long, delicious minutes until he
was bouncing all over the bed, we were both shouting,
and sweat was flying all over the place. The crescendo
came when I shot my pent-up creamy load up his chute in
such a force that I even surprised my seasoned self. I
came and came and came until I thought my cock was
going to fall off, shouting all the while, "Here it is,
you fucking stud! Take my load! Take it! Take it!"
Finally, my cock having subsided, it slipped from his
hole, bringing with it a flood of semen that just
wouldn't fit. I sat back on my haunches and tried to
catch my breath. We looked at each other, our hands
meeting mid air, and I said, "I think you might just
have some potential, my man!"
Suddenly, thunderous applause broke out from behind us,
and we turned in shock to find several of the other
guys on the floor standing there in the doorway, fists
around cocks, shooting all over my floor. They were
cheering and smiling, and the only thing I could think
of to say was, "Don't waste it on the floor! Steve and
I could use another meal at least!"
But that, as they say, is another story. Look for part
III in the next few hours.
Jack one on me!
[email protected]
|
|
