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Dorm Encounter 14 of 23: Down by the Riverside
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Dorm Encounters XIV: Down By the Riverside
Introduction:
Near the main part of campus, mostly hidden by a grove of
tall northern pines, is a small river that runs along the edge of
campus boundaries. I have found this to be one of the few places
on campus where I can go to be by myself and think. More often
than not, I am the only person there and the solace and peace
there is more than pleasurable.
There have been times when I was not there alone, though.
One time in the middle of the spring, I decided late one night
that I needed some peace and quiet and headed across campus to
the river.
Upon arriving there, I sat down high up above the river and
sat, staring at the water lazily wash by. Thinking I was alone,
I lay back and began to hum softly, truly relishing the quiet
night. Suddenly, my ears picked up a low moan coming from the
sandy beach along the riverfront. I sat up and looked down.
There, kneeling in the sand, was a young boy, perhaps sixteen or
seventeen, oblivious to my presence. He was moaning softly and
appeared to be swaying in the sand. I began to become very
interested and watched him closely. As my eyes adjusted to the
moonlit beach, I realized that he was rubbing his crotch with
both hands. I immediately became interested.
As his caresses got more intense, he unzipped his pants (I
heard this more than I saw it) and he began making love to his
young cock with earnest. Still oblivious to my presence, he laid
back in the sand until I could see his stiff cock arching from
his small pubic thatch. He was running his hands all over his
naked chest with one hand, pausing to tweak his nipples. His
other hand was busy bringing pleasure to his cock and balls as it
roamed from one another in a causual but intense way.
He moved both hands to his cock and began thrusting his hips
into the air as he beat himself furiously, and shortly
thereafter, an enormous arc of semen flew from his cock and
arched back, hitting him square in the face. He came for some
time, each spurt carefully aimed at his face until he could come
no more. He caressed his softening cock with one hand and wiped
his face with the other, licking the cum from it as he did so.
He then lay there in the sand, breathing heavily until he
regained his composure, dressed and walked down the beach towards
town.
I never saw the boy again, but was so moved by his display
that I beat myself to a furious climax right there on the spot.
The Story Itself:
Several nights ago, I found myself sitting at my desk
staring at some boring text book or another, wishing I was
anywhere but where I was. Lost in a daydream that most likely
was sexual, I was suddenly jolted out of my reverie by a knock at
the door. I said, "Come in!" and was surprised to see Stan, one
of the residents from upstairs standing at the door. We had made
friends with each other through class more than through living in
the same building, and though we knew very little about each
other, I had always hoped we could develop the friendship a
little more.
"What are you doing studying on a beautiful night like this,
Andrew?" he asked.
"I have no plans for the evening and thought I would get a
little work done. Doesn't seem to be progressing very well,
though, I must admit. What's up with you?"
"About the same. I've been working on that assignment for
Dr. Schiller for hours now and have made no progress. Thought I
would stop by for a chat since we've been saying for months that
we wanted to chat about non-class stuff."
"Cool. Pull up a chair. Want a coke?"
"No thanks. Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go
for a walk. It's such a beautiful night and it seems a shame to
waste it inside!" Stan commented.
"Done!" I cried, slipping into some comfortable walking
shoes. "Where to?"
"How 'bout down to the river. The moon looks pretty
inviting down there, you know."
"I thought the river was a well kept secret. You've been
there?" I asked.
"Yep. Been there a couple of times. Never anyone around,
you know."
We headed out the door and took off across the campus. We
talked as we walked and slowly divulged a lot of personal
information as we walked. I kept pace with him and as we walked,
I began to study him carefully. The more I saw, the more I
liked. He was six feet easily, maybe taller and had very soft
skin. The moonlight cast beautiful shadows on his body as he
walked and I thought that I caught a glimpse of a pretty full
basket. His face was one of classic Greek features, chiselled,
manly, masculine. His curly dark hair cascaded over his brow and
spilled down the nape of his neck in a subtle but wild array.
Truly, this was a handsome man.
We arrived at the river. Now, there are two ways to get to
the beach. One is to slide down on your ass, the other is to run
and hope you can stop at the beach before you plunge in the icy
water. We opted for the first choice and bounced laughingly down
the embankment. We arrived in somewhat of a heap at the bottom
and sat down on the beach, about six feet from the water's edge.
We talked about a lot of things for the next couple of hours, and
we edged closer together as the air got nippier. After a
somewhat long pause as we each reflected on what we had been
talking about, I could stand it no more and put my hands on his
face, drew him close to me and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
I jumped up and walked over to the water's edge and stood there,
facing away from him.
"I'm sorry, Stan. I don't know what came over me, man. I
just had to do that." I said, still not looking at him.
After a few seconds, I heard him get up and approach me. He
put his arms around me and drew me close to him and said, "Don't
be sorry, I want this just as much as you do, Andrew."
I turned to him, somewhat puzzled and said, "But I thought
you didn't go for guys!"
"So did I, but spending the last few hours with you has made
me want to do this so badly I can't stand it, man." With that he
planted his mouth over mine and began kissing me, lightly at
first and then deeply, searching my mouth with his tongue as if
on a life-threatening quest. We kissed for several long
delicious moments until we were both shaking.
I stepped back for a second and he turned his back to me,
unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. He dropped his shirt in the
sand and kicked his shoes off. Then, still with his back to me,
he dropped his shorts revealing that he was not wearing
underwear. I looked at him standing there in the moonlight, and
was awestruck. This man was god-like! If Michaelangelo had a
model for his "David," this would have been him: strong muscular
legs and thighs, rich full arms, incredibly manly hands and feet,
and tight round buttocks.
He stood there for several minutes, as if not knowing what
to do. I walked up to his back and knelt down behind him,
grabbing his asscheeks in my hands. I pushed my nose into his
crack and inhaled deeply, enjoying the manly scent emmanating
from his body. I pulled his cheeks apart and stuck the tip of my
tongue to his rosebud. I pulled it off quickly and repeated this
action, poking my tongue in and out of his hot little hole until
he was moaning.
I flipped him around and saw his cock for the first time.
It was long, thick and hard, sticking out of his dark pubic bush
defiantly. I licked the head slowly and teasingly, drawing
little whimpers and moans from him as my tongue glided back and
forth. I took his cock in my hand and rammed it slowly down my
throat, drinking him in and loving the feel of my tongue running
down the length of it as I swallowed him.
He grabbed my head and pushed and pulled it on and off his
cock. I could tell he was close, and withdrew, gasping for
breath. I stood and quickly shed my clothes joining him in
nakedness.
We embraced awkwardly at first, our thick turgid cocks
pressed between us as we kissed deeply. We ran our arms up and
down each other's backs, and explored each other as we did so.
Our pelvises ground together causing our cocks to slide against
each other deliciously. As we continued to search each other's
mouths with our tongues, the friction of our cocks caused them to
wiggle together, and soon we were spraying our loads between our
heaving bellies, tongues still battling to show our feelings
towards each other.
With deep sighs, we pulled apart and laughed as we saw
the rivers of semen running down our chests and legs into the
sand. We rubbed our hands on each other, cleaning up a bit and
let each other taste the combined loads from our fingertips. We
kissed again, deeply, and sat down in the sand, fondling each
other and quietly sharing the moment.
A slight mist began to fall, and we dressed each other
leisurely, kissing and touching as we went, until the mist became
rain and we began walking, arm in arm, back to the dorm.
Arriving there, we went to my room and continued our
lovemaking well into the next morning. By morning, I had
convinced him that male-male sex was the only way to go. Our
cocks and asses were happy, but sore.
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