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Dorm Encounter 4 of 23 (mm)
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Dorm Encounter, Part IV
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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Look soon for Dorm Encounter Part V: the Director of
Housing makes a visit!
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