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Dorm Encounter 11 of 23: Soccer Jocks
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Dorm Encounters Part XI: Soccer Jocks!
I am not athletic. I detest sports of all kinds. Physical
activity of any kind makes me queasy. But I do love athletes--
love them to death. There is nothing more fine in the whole
world than a sinewy tight athlete.
I had just gotten a call from a frantic mother of one of my
residents. She called trying to find her son Jay, one of my
residents. She said that it was urgent that he contact her and
asked that I try to find him as soon as I could.
I walked down to Jay's room and asked Phil, his roommate if
he knew where Jay was. Phil told me to try the gym-- soccer
practice had just begun and he was likely to be in the locker
room before I got there if I walked slowly.
I headed off to the gym hating the fact that I was headed to
the one building on campus that meant absolutely nothing to me.
My spirits lifted slightly at the prospect of perchance seeing a
few hunks in the raw, and I walked across campus humming softly
to myself about that prospect.
I arrived in the locker room later than I thought. Upon
asking where the soccer team cage was, the trainer said that most
of the team had already showered and left, but he pointed to a
cage down the hall and wished me luck in finding Jay.
I walked down the hall slowly and as I approached the cage
in question, I stopped. I peeked around the corner hoping to get
a good look at some fine athlete ass before I waltzed in and was
amazed to find Jay sitting on the bench alone, his back facing
me, apparently busy with something in his lap. I stood and
watched for a few moments and was futher amazed several anxious
seconds later to see spurts of cum shoot out from his lap across
the small cage. He was breathing heavily and sweat ran down his
back. I quickly ducked into the next cage as he got up and
grabbed a towel, laying something down on the bench. He walked
to the showers, not noticing me at all.
I stole into the cage and walked over to the bench where he
had been sitting and bent over, running my hands over the warm
spot on the wood where he had sat while jacking off. I looked
over and was astonished to see that he had put down a magazine
when he had gotten up to shower. I picked it up and the "fake"
Time cover fell off, revealing a XXX hardcore male porn magazine
called "Locker Room Romp." I paged through the magazine revelling
in each page that was graced with photographs of two hot and
horny young studs sucking and fucking in various stages of
athletic dress. I particularly found one set of pictures with
one fucking the other through the straps of his jockstrap
appealing. I sat down and whipped out my rod, jacking softly as
I turned the pages. My cock grew rapidly and soon I was
earnestly stroking my rod and drooling over the photos in the
magazine.
I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I did not see or
hear Jay return from the shower. The first I knew of his
presence was his timid cough about a foot away. I dropped the
magazine as if it were burning my hands and took my other hand
from my throbbing cock.
"Looks like you found something interesting to read,
Andrew," he said, looking down coyly.
"I guess so," I replied. "I never knew you were into this
sort of thing, man." I replied.
"We all have our secrets, Andrew. Not everyone is as open
as you about their sexuality. I've wondered if all the rumors I
had heard about you fucking most of the floor were true-- I guess
they are, huh?"
"Well, I haven't heard the stories, but I do get a fair
amount of action on our floor. Even the totally straight ones
are willing to have their cocks services sometimes, Jay!"
Jay dropped his towel that he had been holding in front of
him and I saw his cock for the first time. It was beautiful! I
should stop now and describe the man himself, I suppose.
Jay stands about six feet tall, is broad shouldered and
broad chested. He has reddish brown hair and moustache and deep
green eyes. His chest is more or less devoid of hair, and there
is a small trail of curly pubes heading from his navel to his
nestle around his fine cock. His cock arches about seven inches
and is turned slightly to the left. Under it hangs two perfectly
round and quite heavily laden testicles in a smooth ballsac.
Running down from there are the two finest legs I've seen in a
while. Total muscle, no fat, and only a smattering of downy
hair. His feet are defined as totally manly-- it's hard to
describe.
After dropping his towel, Jay reached down and stroked his
massive cock. It bounced and quivered to his touch and I was
amazed that he could elicit such a response after having just cum
so recently. He looked me deep in the eyes and said rather shyly
and in a voice I had never heard from him before (childlike, I
guess), "Do you think maybe you could service this little ol'
cock, my RA?"
I didn't answer with words. I simply slipped from the bench
and sank to my knees in front of this classic looking man. I
grabbed his cock out of his hands and licked the tip. He
shivered as my mouth slowly began to descend upon his rod, inch
by thick, hard inch. Before too long, and with a little effort,
I had managed to swallow him whole, eliciting moans of pleasure
from him. I began to suck him slowly, rocking his cock in and
out of my mouth.
He grabbed my head and pulled me down hard on his cock. He
began shooting gob after gob of creamy spunk down my greedy
throat as he moaned and grunted with each spurt. When it was all
over and cum was dripping from my chin, I sat back down on the
bench. I watched as he bent and began drying the sweat and
shower water from his body. I eagerly drank in each motion as
his towel filled hands ran up and down his sinewy body drying
every crack and crevice. He turned and faced the row of lockers
and bent over to dry his legs. From my vantage point I had a
bird's eye view of his ass and could have sworn his rosebud
winked at me. As he continued to dry and show his ass, he said,
"You know, that was the first time anyone has ever done that to
me. I've dreamed of that moment for a long time and never
realized it could be that good. Thanks for initiating me. The
only problem I have is that I somehow feel that you got left out
of the process!"
I nodded and said, "Yes, I did, but I get such a rush
sucking a good cock I almost come in the process. Perhaps we can
get together some time and I can show you some of the finer
points!"
"Like what?" he asked.
"Like I'd really like to investigate your cute ass, Jay!"
"Well, there's no time like the present, Andrew.
Investigate away!"
I reached out and pulled him towards me, still bent over.
He stepped back a couple of steps until his ass was right in my
face, and I pressed my mouth between his cheeks, prying them
apart with my hands. I locked my mouth over his rosebud pucker
and began to tongue his crack from top to bottom, pausing as I
passed over his hole to quickly insert the tip of my tongue. He
giggled uncontrollably the first couple of times I did this, but
soon got used to the new sensations in his butt and pushed back,
indicating he wanted more.
I honed in on his rosebud and rammed my tongue in and out of
his sweet manhole, loving the warmth and tightness of his anus.
Pulling my face back, I sucked on one of my fingers and slid it
gently into his ass, pushing and poking around until I found his
prostate gland. He squealed in delight as I hit that magic spot
and begged me loudly for more. I inserted a second then a third
finger, and soon I had him whining that he needed MORE MORE MORE.
Only too happy to oblige, I pushed him forward until his
hands were placed on the lockers in front of him. I kicked his
legs apart until he looked like he was spread for a frisking and
whipped my cock from my shorts. I spit into my hand and ran it
up and down the length of my cock and guided the head to his
hole. I ran the head up and down his slit, teasing his quivering
ass with the delicacy of a fair maiden and the insistence of a
sturdy farmhand. Without a lot of pretense, I pushed the head
into his hole and began ramming in deeper and deeper until his
ass was totally full and clinching my cock in a death-like grip.
He groaned as he felt me fill his crack, and pushed back to
ensure total penetration.
I slowly withdrew, loving the feeling my smooth cock was
experiencing as it retreated from the warm depths of his asshole
and pushed back in again. With each inward thrust, he met me
with a backwards push of his own and I realized he was really
getting into having his cherry busted by a pro. My fucking
became insistent and then frenzied as I rode this athletic god
and I pounded his ass with all that I had. I slapped his
asscheeks a couple of times, garnering incredible groans from
him. I reached around and felt for his cock to discover it was
up and hard and arching out in front of him.
I began to jack him and just as I began filling his belly
full of my precious and copious load, he shot into my hands, the
sperm arching forward and coating the locker doors in front of
him. We both came for what seemed blissful eternity, and I felt
the semen inside his ass building to bursting level. I quickly
pulled out and shot the last load over his shoulder and onto the
locker door high above his head. He raised his head up and
licked the door clean as I grabbed him, spun him around, and
planted my mouth over his.
We kissed, moaned, and ran our hands over each other like
lovers who hadn't seen each other in months, whimpering and
whining all the while.
"God, Jesus and Mary!" he cried, breathing heavily. "You
are some goddamned good fucker, Andrew!"
"Why thank you," I said, tucking my deflated cock back into
my shorts. "Anytime you need it, just ask. I'm always hot and
horny-- I'm the Horny R.A.!"
We dressed in silence and I suddenly remembered why I had
come to the gym in the first place. I told him of his mother's
call and offered to walk back with him.
As we walked, he seemed troubled, and I asked if there was
anything I could do to help. He fumbled for the right words and
took my hand in his. We stopped momentarily in the quad in front
of the dorm and he turned to me and said, "I've just written to
my Mom that I am gay. I guess she just got the letter. As cool
as she has always been, I'm sure everything will be OK. Will you
come with my while I call her, my studfucker?"
I followed him to his room and listened over the
speakerphone as he talked to his mother. She was very
understanding and asked if there was anyone special in Jay's life
yet. Jay said that he and I had just had sex for the first time
(his first time) and that he had feelings for me. She didn't
know I was in the room listening until he told her and the three
of us ended up making plans to have dinner several weekends later
in town.
The dinner went well. Jay and I had couple several times in
between and found each other to be the wonderful man we were each
seeking. I told her of my many wanderings up and down the hall,
and that I thought perhaps this was the man I could settle down
and get to love, and she cried saying that she thought it was all
too beautiful.
We all cried and held hands, and she told us that she had
always known Jay was gay and was proud of him and of me for being
honest and open with her. We vowed to continue to do so, and bid
her a teary but fond farewell.
Jay and I headed across the quad after dinner. He and I
held hands as we walked, much to the consternation of some of the
people outside wandering around, and Jay turned to me and said,
"I love you, Andrew, with all my heart. Will you be my lover?"
I was choked with emotion and replied, "My darling Jay, of
course. You are mine and I am yours."
With that, we went to my room and fucked harder and with
more intensity than we ever had before. We had found love and it
was grand!
Writer's note: without much intent, I have suddenly gotten deep here--
have no fear-- I can write out or write in this "permanent lover"
with relative ease! Perhaps some reader opinion would help here:
should we stay lovers and go from there or break up and go from there?
Give me your views, folks! I'm loving this story as much as you are
but am suddenly confronted with writing in a second main character
(the funny thing is that my lover, Jay, in real life, thinks this is
kind of cute-- we actually met just as the story says and he cried
when he read this rendition of our meeting!) Hope to hear from
you all!
Andrew, The Horny R.A.
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