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Dorm Encounter 9 of 23: Staff Retreat
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Dorm Encounter IX: Staff Retreat
Once a year the entire Housing staff, comprised of two
hundred RA's, thirty GR's and several other assorted
Housing folks leave campus en masse and travel to some
cheesy campground or other such "resort" for two nights
and three days of intensive training and bonding for
the following year.
I have always hated these adventures. There's always a
lot of touchy-feely activity that frankly gags me
thinking about it. I have, in the past, always had a
miserable time.
This year looked no different. We all amassed at some
god-forsaken camp that the Health Department might be
really interested in, and were given bunk assignments
in an acre of cabins. I was bunked with other members
of the staff of my building and for some reason, there
was room for one extra person and it was filled by a
guy from another community that I didn't know.
I could tell, as we all unpacked and goofed around,
that he was very uncomfortable being with a group of
people who knew each other well and didn't know him, so
I went up and introduced myself to him. Standing close
to him, I got a good look at him and realized, much to
my pleasure, that he was quite attractive. Jason was
about five ten, was slight in build, and had long
flowing auburn hair that almost reached his waist in
the back. It was perfectly straight, perfectly
sparkling clean and blew gently in the wind. His face
was smooth and clear. His smile was absolutely
flawless, and his big manly hands felt good in mine as
we shook hands. Jason was, in a word, a handsome boy!
I told him about some of the people on my staff and
suggested we walk down to the "chow hall" and get a
coke while we were waiting for the first session. As
we walked, we talked about ourselves and our lives.
Several minutes passed as we walked and enjoyed each
other's company when Jason stopped and turned to me.
"Are you, by any chance, the Andrew that is Andrew, the
gay RA?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am. I guess I have quite a reputation, don't
I?"
"Well, if what I hear is true, you are a real voice for
the gay community on campus, and represent yourself and
your peers well when confronted with residents and
staff that have questions and concerns about gay life."
"I'm flattered, Jason," I commented. "It has always
been my hope to be open and free with information to
foster growth of the gay/lesbian/bisexual community on
campus."
"I think that's cool. I've always wanted to sit down
with someone like you and find out about gay life."
"Well, there's no time like the present," I said.
We left the main path and headed off into the woods.
Within 100 yards, we had found a clearing that was
rather well protected from the rest of the woods. We
sat on a fallen tree and began to talk. An hour later
(missing the first session, of course), we were still
sitting and still talking. I had told him about my
varied experiences and about coming out, etc. The
conversation was pleasant to say the least, as I enjoy
talking to people about my homosexuality. As we
talked, we inched closer together quite unconsciously
until our knees touched.
The electricity that flowed from Jason's knee to mine
was intense. I stopped talking and looked right into
his eyes and said, "Do I take it that you are more than
just curious about all this?"
"I think so. I find the thought of male to male sex
so arousing I cannot explain it." he said.
I took his hands in mine and looked deep into his
gorgeous eyes. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on
the cheek. He kissed my cheek back, and without
warning we were deeply kissing, wrapping our tongues
around each other. We broke the kiss and I began to
run my hands over his shoulders and down his back. He
did the same to me as we resumed kissing. We kissed
violently, passionately, hungrily until we had rolled
to the soft ground in front of us. I laid Jason gently
down on his back and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest
was totally smooth and so incredibly soft that I almost
came just running my hands across it. I tweaked his
nipples as he raised his back up to remove his shirt.
I laid it beneath him to form a cushion and began
tonguing his chest. I sucked on his nipples, eliciting
soft coos from him. He was running his wonderfully
long fingers through my hair and whispering great
things as I travelled down. I unsnapped his jeans and
pulled them down to his knees and then off, finding, to
my surprise that he was wearing no underwear!
His cock was rockhard and curved slightly to the left.
It was not massive in length, but was quite thick,
tapered from the head to the root. It was nestled in
soft auburn pubic hair and I ran my hands through it
loving the soft feeling of it. I pulled his pants all
the way off and hefted his heavy balls in my hands.
They felt full of spunk, and I lowered my head to his
cock to draw it out.
I licked the head softly and gently as his hands found
my hair and began twisting it. I took the shaft in my
mouth and sank down to the root, easily filling my
mouth with his rockhard member. I glided up and
tongued the veins as I came up. I licked around the
head, swirling my tongue in sheer adoration of this
favorite piece of mail anatomy of mine. He was
obviously enjoying what I was doing as the pressure he
was putting on my hair got stronger and stronger.
His hips began to lift off of the ground and I stopped
sucking to lick on his balls. His ballsac, like so
much of his body, was completely hairless and I licked
each ball carefully, drawing them into my mouth first
one at a time and then together. I continued my
downward journey and licked the cord of flesh I find so
erotic, the one that connects the balls and the
asshole. As I arrived at his ass, he lifted his legs
so that his knees were bent sharply, and presented his
ass for my inspection.
I tongued his cheeks in my traditional circling motion,
getting closer and closer to his rosebud hole.
Finally, able to stand it no more, I honed in on his
hole and began actively licking and sucking it. I
rammed my tongue inside his tight steamy bunghole and
began a fucking-like assault on his ass. He pushed my
head out of the way and rammed one of his long, bony
fingers inside, pushing and pulling quickly, panting
and gasping as he did so.
I quickly shed my shorts and jockstrap and spit on my
raging cock. I pulled his hand out of his ass (he was
now shoving several fingers in and out) and rammed my
cockhead towards his hole. Meeting a lot of
resistance, I pushed hard until I felt the head slip by
his gate. I sunk slowly to the hilt, joining his
groans with my own. I lay atop him with his feet up in
the air, and pulled out. In and out I fucked,
eliciting sheer pleasure from his mouth and face as he
looked up at me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me deep
into him as his cock shook beneath my stomach and began
spewing a huge load of cum. I pulled out and pumped my
prick until it began spewing as well. We both watched
as his chest became covered with our spunk. I shook
the last drops from mine and pushed my fingers all over
his chest, mixing our cum into a thick puddle. I
leaned down and licked it up, keeping it in my mouth.
When his chest was pretty clean, I laid down atop him
and fed our loads to him.
He swallowed hungrily, searching my mouth's many
cavities with his tongue. We continued to kiss well
beyond the consumption of the sperm, and our cocks
hardened between us.
We broke apart and I squatted over his cock. He pushed
me away and knelt in front of my upturned ass and dove
for my pucker, locking his lips over my hole and
pushing his tongue as far in as it would go. In and
out he teased me. Then he inserted one of his fingers
and began scraping around, loosening me for his
throbbing cock. I raised my legs high in the air and
yelled, "Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me, you stud!"
He needed little encouragement and mounted me like a
stallion, driving his rockhard member deep into my
bowels. I filled quickly and thrusted my ass muscles
to tighten around his cock. I met each thrust he made
by pushing my hips up off the ground. Our fucking
gained a frenzied cadence as his cock sank in and out
of my lusting hole.
I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him deeper
with each stroke. As his cockhead banged my prostrate,
I grunted and moaned in appreciation. His thick cock
filled me completely, and I did not want this moment to
end. Suddenly, with little warning, I felt the first
spurt of his jetting semen hit the deepest confines of
my ass. He continued to pelt my insides with hot
creamy cum until he was flailing his arms and sweat was
pouring from his cute chest.
I pulled him deep inside and pulled him down on top of
me as my cock began spewing between our heaving
bellies. I kissed him deeply as our cocks subsided,
his in my ravaged ass, mine between us. We kissed long
and hard until our breathing returned to a more normal
rate, and we rolled around a little, licking each other
clean like little kittens. We met to kiss again, and
then rolled apart to dress.
As we dressed, we spoke little, but Jason smiled a lot
at me, as if saying he was OK. I finally asked him
what he was thinking, and he said, "You have no idea
how much I enjoyed that! I know I am straight, and I
love my girlfriend very much, but I now know how
wonderful fucking between two men can be, and I think
it is great! I can see why you like being gay!"
I smiled at him and said, "Anytime you feel the need to
do this again, just let me know. I think you are about
the hottest little thing I've come across in a long
time, Jason!"
"Well, I hate to admit it, but I think we have some
free time tonight after sesssions. Can we come back
and fuck some more?" Jason asked.
And we did-- all night long!! (And boy did the staff
whisper the next morning!) Hee Hee.
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looking for encounter ideas. You may have figured out,
if you have been reading the series, that I am
constructing a fictional novel (the kind you get in
bookstores and the mail) and need about fifteen more
"chapters". Share your thoughts with me!
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