Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2005 09:04:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Phoenix Mountaineer <shotgun047@yahoo.com>
Subject: Operation:  College Quarterback.  Chapter Two - And So It Begins

Operation: College Quarterback

By Phoenix

      The following story contains erotic situations between consenting
adults.  If it is illegal for you to read this, please leave now.  The
characters and incidents portrayed and the names used herein are
fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.  All rights reserved to the author.  Please do not copy or
distribute without the author's permission.

      This multi-part story is my first posting, so comments are greatly
appreciated.  Send them to shotgun047@yahoo.com.  Thanks, and enjoy!


Chapter Two - And So It Begins:

	The sun burned through the windows of Dylan's bedroom as he awoke
the next day, his briefs stretching against a raging morning erection.  As
he rubbed his eyes, the events of the night before came rushing back to
him.  Had he really sucked off Jason Slater, the star quarterback of
Campden College, in the parking lot of the library?  It must have been a
dream.  He sat up in his bed and looked down beside his nightstand and saw
the stained hand towel, which had been used to clean up only some of
Jason's gallon-size load.  Dylan's heart began to race.  Then, he glanced
over and on the floor next to the laundry basket he saw the pair of shorts
and briefs that had been soiled by his own explosion sitting his car after
blowing Jason.

"I happened!  Oh my God, it really happened!" Dylan whispered to himself as
he sank back down into the bed.

      His cock began to ooze precum as he slipped down his briefs.  He
grabbed his stiff 7 inches, spreading the juice down the shaft, and began
jerking himself forcefully.  He closed his eyes and recalled the vision of
Jason's body under the street light - his tight abs contracting, his round
bicep flexing as his hand gripped his 9 inch tool - made slick by Dylan's
sucking - his hot cum spraying out onto the back seat, shot after shot.

"Oh God, Jason!  Yeah! Uhh, uhhh" Dylan gasped, thrusting his hips off of
the bed as his cock shot out several blasts of cum high in the air and back
down onto his face and chest.

"Oh, Jason ... I've got to see him again - touch him again," Dylan
whispered to himself, as he gasped for air.  But first, he had to clean up
his cum-stained sheets and clothes before his mother saw them.  How the
hell would he explain all of this?

	After wiping himself off and stashing the dirty sheets and clothes
in his laundry basket, Dylan headed to the shower.  He had to be at school
in less than an hour, but the last thing on his mind was class work -
especially at that hell hole of a high school - Clarksdale High.  Sitting
down to breakfast with his parents, he recalled how easy it was to explain
his lateness last night.  They seemed to buy his "fell asleep in the
library" story with little question.  If they only knew what he had really
been up to.

	Dylan couldn't focus at all during school that day, despite his
best efforts.  He walked through the halls in a trance - the intermittent
taunts and insults from the block- headed bullies seemed so far away, like
faint whispers.  As the hours crept by, all his thoughts came back to
Jason.  His cock was in a state of nearly constant erection, trapped in the
confines of his jeans and aching for release.  He couldn't wait to get back
to the library to see if he could spot his god again.  Would he remember
their secret encounter?  Was there a chance that they could repeat that
incredible night in the parking lot of the library?  During lunch, the
memories of sucking his jock stud to climax became too much to bear, so he
ducked into the men's room to beat off, hoping to quell his desire at least
for the moment.  He didn't care that several guys came in during the
process - he just bit down on several fingers and tried to muffle the
groans as his cock spewed hot boy juice for the second time that day.

      Finally, the bell rang signaling the end of his last class.  He
rushed out of school and jumped into his car, speeding off to Campden
College campus.  As he pulled into the parking lot of the library, he tried
to calm himself down, remembering the importance of maintaining his "cover"
as a student at the college.  He walked inside and plopped his backpack
down on a table in front of the library, thinking that this would be the
best location for the first stakeout of the day.  As his eyes scanned the
library relentlessly, the minutes passed into hours, with still no sight of
Jason.

	Finally, the doors of the library opened and Jason strode in.
Dylan's heart stopped - he couldn't breathe.  Everything seemed to happen
in slow motion.  Jason walked past Dylan sitting at the table, but didn't
stop - he didn't even blink in Dylan's direction.  There wasn't the
slightest glimmer of recognition in Jason's eyes.  Dylan was crushed.  Had
he completely forgotten their secret encounter?  Jason was pretty smashed
last night.  But the experience they shared was so powerful - how could he
have completely forgotten?  Maybe it was that he did remember, and just
wanted to forget it.  Dylan's thoughts raced through his head as he
searched for the answers.  This can't be the end.

      Weeks went by and Dylan couldn't stop thinking about that night.
Jason consumed his thoughts during the day and his dreams at night, the
latter causing a few embarrassing nocturnal emissions that he had not
experienced since he was in junior high.  Dylan began jerking himself off
constantly, sometimes three or four times a day - at home, in the library
restroom, at school - thinking about his night with Jason and desperately
hoping to be with him again.  He continued his "surveillance" at Campden,
and saw Jason numerous times, but Jason never acknowledged him.  Dylan
toyed with the idea of simply walking right up to Jason and saying hi, but
he feared the dreadful consequences.  If Jason didn't remember, he would
undoubtedly be horrified if Dylan reminded him.  If Jason did remember, he
probably wished it had never happened, and would feel threatened by Dylan's
presence.  Either scenario seemed to conclude with Dylan getting the shit
kicked out of him.  Dylan was completely paralyzed.

      Dylan tried to move on, now visiting the library only when necessary.
Seeing Jason almost every day tortured him.  He forced himself to simply
accept that what happened between them was a once in a lifetime, freak
occurrence, and would not happen again.  Dylan would have to be satisfied
with the wonderful memory alone.

      Then, one Wednesday afternoon, when the library was relatively empty,
Dylan was studying in a carrel, this time actually doing schoolwork.  He
was intently focused on a poem he had been assigned to write about, when a
folded piece of paper dropped onto his desk.  Puzzled, he looked up to see
none other than Jason walking by!  Jason didn't break his stride for a
second, nor did he even turn around to look at Dylan.  Dylan carefully
opened the note, which read: "Men's room, 4th floor, 5 minutes.  Bring this
note."

      Dylan's heart started pumping.  What was this?  Was it a trick?
Filled with anxiety, Dylan waited a few minutes, then quickly walked
upstairs to the restroom as instructed, which was in a secluded part of
library - the same restroom in which Dylan more than once had jerked
himself when thoughts of Jason had overtaken him and he just couldn't wait
until he got home.  As he approached the restroom, Dylan took a deep
breath, pushed the door open and walked inside.  Jason was standing by the
sink, looking as incredibly sexy as ever, with a sternness in his crystal
blue eyes.

"Alright, dude, we don't have much time, so just listen," Jason said,
grabbing the note from Dylan's hand.  "I want to talk to you about what
happened a few weeks ago - in the parking lot."

"Oh, shit," Dylan thought.  Jason had remembered - and now he was going to
kick his ass.  Should he turn and run out?  No, Jason would just run after
him.  Dylan decided to face him and try to talk his way out.

"Oh, I thought you had forgotten about it - you were so wasted.  Listen,
man, I didn't ..."  Dylan started to say, shaking.

"Forget, dude?  Are you kidding?  That was the best blowjob I've ever had.
No girl has ever been able to do what you did for me.  That's why I've
brought you here.  I want it to happen again, but before we do, we have to
set up a strict set of rules, so listen up," Jason said forcefully.

      Dylan's mind was reeling.  He couldn't believe Jason had contacted
him this way!  Not only had he remembered everything that happened that
night, but he wanted it again!  Dylan stood just feet away from Jason,
unable to move.

"Now, like I said before, I'm not a fag, man.  You need to understand that.
I'm just a horny guy who likes getting his dick sucked, and I want to take
advantage of your talent.  But, as much as I want that, I can't risk being
caught - I would lose everything, and I'm not about to let that happen.
Everything we do has to be top secret.  We will not acknowledge each other
or be seen together in public.  Period.  We can't email, IM or call, either
- there's way too much of a risk that someone will overhear or find the
emails.  Also, I can't risk any notes like this being found," Jason said,
ripping up the note he gave Dylan and tossing it in the trashcan.

"So, we're going to communicate through coded messages.  How much do you
know about codes?" Jason asked.

      Dylan smiled slightly and nodded that he knew a little.  He was
currently obsessed with a certain ass-kicking spygirl show on TV, so this
idea thrilled him.  He lived for secret codes.  He often thought about
working for the CIA someday.

"Ok, cool.  Here's how it's going to work.  I'm going to write a message to
you in alphabetic cipher text.  The message will appear as just a random
series of letters.  A code key word, which will change with each message,
will unlock the cipher text.  You place the code key at beginning of the
alphabet, lining up the letters, and then match up the remaining letters of
the alphabet.  For instance if the code key is "cat" you line up the
letters c, a, and t with the first letters of the alphabet, so that c=a,
a=b, t=c, and then you pick back up with the remaining letters, in order,
so that b=d, d=e, e=f, and so forth.  Then, you decipher the message using
that sequence.  You follow me?" Jason asked.

      Dylan nodded yes.  He was familiar with this fairly basic code
sequence.

"I'll put the messages at the 47th page of a book on the 4th floor," Jason
said.  He then rattled off the name and author of an obscure book that
Dylan guessed had not been checked out in 20 years.

"You should check the book at least once a day, at some point after two
o'clock in the afternoon.  The messages will detail the time and place of
the next meet.  You MUST decipher the message in your head and memorize it
- do not write down what the message says, or this whole process is
worthless. Then, at the end of each meet, I'll give you the code key for
the next message," Jason said.

	Dylan was teeming with excitement.  An incredible blend of emotions
and thoughts swept over him: the mental challenge, the sexual tension, the
hint of danger, and, of course, the anticipation of being with Jason again.
It was the most thrilling experience of his life.

"You should dress so that you won't stand out - pick up some t-shirts, a
hat and stuff from the bookstore so you can pass as a student," Jason said.
Dylan nodded, knowing that he had already completed that step.

"You're gonna have to think quickly and be resourceful in getting to the
places for our meets.  You'll have to be clever - it's not gonna be easy.
I won't be there to help you if you run into problems, and you absolutely
CANNOT contact me.  Most importantly, you need to understand that if you
fuck up and get caught, I will deny ever knowing you, and you can be sure
that people will take my word over yours, hands down.  Now, can you handle
this?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, no problem.  I can handle it," Dylan responded confidently.  "So -
what's the code key for the first message? Dylan asked.

"Bristow," Jason said.

      Dylan smiled, surprised and wildly happy that Jason had made that
reference.  They clearly liked the same TV show.  Jason then put a strong
hand on Dylan's shoulder and smiled wickedly.

"If we do it right, this is gonna be a lot of fun, Dylan ... or, should I
say - Kyle?" Jason said sarcastically, recalling the alias Dylan had given
him that night in the parking lot.

      Dylan smiled and giggled under his breath.  Just then, there was
movement at the restroom door as a guy walked in.  Jason spun around and
sauntered up to a urinal.  Dylan stepped over to the sink and started
washing his hands.  And so began Dylan's secret mission.

      The next day, Dylan, almost delirious with anticipation, sped over to
the library as soon as class was over at 3.00pm.  Trying to contain his
excitement, he went upstairs to the book Jason had named, and, making sure
no one was looking, pulled it off the shelf.  He then flipped to the 47th
page, and pulled out a folded piece of paper.  Just as Jason said, the note
contained a series of random letters.  Dylan took the message down to his
table at the library and began decoding the message in his head, using the
word "Bristow" as the code key.  The deciphered message read:
"Friday. Eleven pm. Jason's dorm hall.  Second floor.  Custodian closet."
Jason then tore up the note and tossed it in a garbage can.  Tomorrow -
Dylan would finally get to be with Jason again, tomorrow.

      Friday crept by at an excruciating pace.  Luckily, he didn't have any
tests or quizzes that day, or he most surely would have failed.
Concentration was at its absolute lowest.  After school, Dylan went to the
gym and worked out, then took a long run, which helped to ease his tension
somewhat.  He was now mere hours from his meet with Jason.

      At home that evening, Dylan struggled to behave normally around his
parents so that they wouldn't be suspicious.  Thankfully, they turned in
for bed around 10.00pm, so that put Dylan right on track for his covert
departure at 10.30pm.  He quietly snuck out of the house and got into his
car, which he had conveniently parked out on the street.  He released the
parking brake and let it glide for 20 yards or so before starting it up.
He then quickly drove off to Campden College and pulled into the parking
lot of Jason's dorm building, his heart racing.  Wearing a baseball cap and
toting a backpack, he walked up to the front door of the dorm hall and
pulled.  It was locked!!  How the hell was he supposed to get in - you need
a college ID card to enter all of the college dorms!

      Dylan looked around and thought for a second.  Just then, he saw
someone inside coming down the stairs.  He quickly stepped back away from
the door and pretended he was just walking up.  A guy pushed the door open,
and Dylan walked in past him.

"That wasn't too hard," Dylan thought to himself.

      Dylan quickly slipped up a flight of stairs to the second floor,
walking past several dorm rooms until he found a janitor's closet.  Looking
to his left and his right, he twisted the knob.  Of course, it was locked!

"Fuck!  What the hell am I gonna do now??" Dylan asked himself.

      Then he remembered what Jason had told him.  He would have to be
clever and resourceful.  Dylan thought for a second.  He opened his
backpack - searching frantically.  There had to be a way to pick the lock.
Then, he saw it - a large metal paper clip attached to an essay he was
writing.  He pulled it off, opened it up, and twisted it back and forth.
It snapped into two pieces, which he then bent into L shaped picks.  Dylan
had seen people pick locks on TV a hundred times before, how hard could it
be?

      Dylan inserted first one piece, and then the second, using a
technique that he had seen on a Discovery channel show about locksmiths.
After several minutes of poking and prodding, nothing was happening.
Suddenly, Dylan heard voices coming down the hall toward him.

"Shit!" Dylan gasped, and he quickly pulled the paper clip pieces from the
lock and stepped away from the door.

      Dylan pulled out his keys and walked up to the door of a dorm room
beside the closet, praying that no one was home.  Two guys walked down the
hall and brushed past him, not seeming to notice or care that he was there.
As they disappeared around the corner, Dylan exhaled and returned to the
door.  He slipped the two pieces of his improvised lock pick back into the
knob, and tried once more to unlock it.

      Several more minutes passed by, and, just as he was about to give up,
the lock clicked and he tried the knob.  It worked!  Hell yeah!  Impressed
with his new-found skill, Dylan pulled the door open and slipped inside.

      He waited in the dark quietly, but very impatiently, for what seemed
like hours.  Then, he heard footsteps at the door, heard the knob turn, and
a tall shadow slipped into the closet with him.  As Dylan's eyes adjusted
to the darkness, Jason's beautiful figure appeared before him.  Dylan could
see that Jason was wearing a tight t-shirt, gym shorts, flip flops, and a
baseball cap turned around backwards.  The light bleeding in from under the
door allowed him to make out Jason's strong features in the small room.

"Nice work, man.  I realized after I left the note that they keep this door
locked.  I guess you have many talents," Jason whispered softly, smiling.

"Nah, it was easy," Dylan whispered, as he slowly moved towards Jason.

      Desire began to burn deep inside Dylan's loins, as he nervously
placed his hands on Jason's narrow waist - his skin was tight, smooth and
warm.  Dylan's thumbs traced the muscled grooves of Jason's lower abs,
which formed a deep V - pointing toward his manhood.  Jason slid his
t-shirt up slightly, and then pulled his shorts down to his mid thigh,
releasing his thick cock and heavy nutsack.  Dylan leaned in and gently
kissed Jason's perfect ten pack, just above his belly button, relishing the
slightly salty taste on his tongue.  He then began kissing and licking
slowly upward, hoping to bury his face in Jason's chiseled chest, but Jason
stopped him.

"Come on, man - just suck me off.  Quick, we don't have much time," Jason
hissed.

      Jason placed his hands firmly on Dylan's shoulders near his neck,
massaging them and guiding him down to his knees.

"Here we go," Dylan thought to himself, as he kneeled before his god, the
hottest guy he had ever known.

      Jason's cock wasn't fully hard yet - only about 6 and a half inches
long and still relatively soft.  Dylan grabbed it at the base with his
right hand and took the head into his mouth.  He sucked it gently, swirling
his tongue along the underside, then flicking it playfully.  Jason gasped,
and his cock pulsed and started to expand, treating Dylan to a dribble of
his delicious precum.  Dylan then grabbed Jason's muscled thighs and deep
throated the entire length of his cock, pressing his nose into Jason's
pubes so he could inhale that intoxicating, masculine scent.  As Dylan
sucked, Jason quickly grew thicker and larger in his mouth, until the full
throbbing 9 inches had extended down his throat.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah, man!  Take my whole cock - just like you did last time!
Hell yeah, that's so good!  Ohhhh, yeah!"  Jason moaned, trying to restrain
himself.

      As Dylan furiously sucked his cock, he ran his hands up Jason's abs,
feeling them contract and flex, and then further up to worship the mounds
of his pecs, massaging the thick flesh, and fingering his erect nipples.
When Dylan started to pinch and tweak them, Jason gasped and moaned louder
and then began thrusting his hips.  Dylan reached his hands around to
Jason's arched back, and down to the firm, muscular globes of his ass - so
smooth and tight - and felt them as they flexed with each thrust.

      The harder Dylan sucked, the faster Jason began to thrust against
him.  Dylan took his cock deep down his throat, then pulled it halfway out
while jacking it at the base.  Jason brought his fist to his mouth and bit
down in an attempt to quiet his moaning and grunting.  It suddenly hit
Dylan that Jason was stone-cold sober - not drunk off his ass like last
time.  The haze of alcohol wasn't driving Jason to let this high school kid
suck him off - he wanted Dylan to blow him, and Dylan was only too happy to
oblige.

      It wasn't long before Dylan had worked his star quarterback to the
verge of climax.  Dylan pulled and tugged at the jock's big balls, which
were beginning to tighten up against his body.  Jason tried to pull himself
out of Dylan's mouth, but Dylan grabbed his ass and pulled him back in,
refusing to be denied Jason's explosion of muscle boy cum twice.

"No, dude, I'm about to blow .. uh, uhh .. gonna shoot it .. oh, fuck!
Uhh, uhhhh!" Jason hissed.

      Dylan ignored Jason's warning, squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling
him closer as Jason tried to pull back.  With one hand steadying himself
against the wall and the other in his mouth to keep from crying out, Jason
had no free hands to push Dylan away.  Already over the edge, Jason stopped
resisting and thrust his hips forward as a powerful orgasm rocked his body.
His cock pulsed and exploded furiously, sending three rapid shots of
searing-hot cum straight down Dylan's throat.  Jason stifled deep moans and
grunts, as his knees began to buckle.  Dylan then allowed his cock to slide
out slightly, and took the next three blasts in his mouth, desperate to
savor the silky sweet taste on his tongue.  After two more shots, Dylan's
mouth was full.  Though he swallowed as fast as he could, Jason's massive
load proved too much to take, and a few globs slid past his lips and down
his chin.

"Oh my God, dude!  Fuck, you are so fucking amazing!  Damn - I can't
believe you took my load, dude - right down your throat!  No girl has ever
let me do that, man.  Jesus - it felt so damn good to shoot in your mouth!
Fuck!" Jason whispered, breathlessly.

"Whatever you want Jason - you know I'll do anything," Dylan said, licking
his lips, drunk on his super jock's spunk, and not thinking about what he
was saying.

	Jason snapped back to reality, and pulled up his shorts.  He pushed
past Dylan, who was still on his knees on the floor, and reached for the
closet door.

"The next code key is "Vaughn,"" Jason whispered back to Dylan, before
opening the door and quickly slipping out.

      In the darkness of the closet, Dylan wallowed in the exhilarating
fullness he felt in having drained the quarterback's cock - he felt so
complete knowing Jason's masculine essence was surging inside of him.
Jason seemed to be a part of him now: flowing through his veins, touching
his soul.  Dylan's body tense with a fiery lust, he ripped down his shorts
and pulled out his own throbbing, dripping cock, which had been begging to
be touched.  Still on his knees, he grabbed it tightly around the head and
began slicking the shaft with precum.  He then took his other hand and
wiped Jason's hot jizz from his chin with two fingers.  Reaching behind
himself and bending forward slightly, Dylan then pressed his fingers to his
exposed tight pucker.  He massaged the quivering pink ring, spreading
Jason's warm spunk around it before plunging both fingers deep inside. As
those few drops of Jason's load slid into his spasming hole, Dylan felt his
own orgasm boil inside his balls, and seconds later his dick jerked and
started firing ropes of cum onto the wall of the closet.  Moaning and
gasping, his hips bucking forward, Dylan wondered if his fingers might ever
one day be replaced by Jason's massive manhood.  Barely able to comprehend
this thought, Dylan collapsed down onto the floor, panting and heaving, and
whispered a silent prayer to his god.

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