Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 22:56:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Phoenix Mountaineer <shotgun047@yahoo.com>
Subject: Operation:  College Quarterback.  Chapter Four - Basement Heat

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 Four - Basement Heat

"And so, Medea, so overcome with love for Jason, secretly led him to the
temple where the Golden Fleece was kept.  But what was it that made her so
infatuated with Jason that she would betray her own father - King Aeetes?"
a voice whispered, seeming miles away.

"His massive cock," Dylan responded, staring out the window of the
classroom, lost in thought.

"I'm sorry, what was that, Dylan?" the voice asked.

	Dylan snapped his head to the front and suddenly realized where he
was: sitting in his mythology class at Clarksdale High.  They were reading
the story of Jason and the Argonauts.  His teacher stood at the front of
the class with her arms crossed, and head turned to the side.

"Oh, uh, I mean, uh ... the Goddess of Love had cast a spell on her," Dylan
responded, as several students sitting near him chuckled.

   Over the past few days, Dylan had been walking around in a dream state.
He still couldn't believe that he had been fucked by his jock idol, Jason,
right on Jason's dorm room bed.  The experience of finally being with him
that way, feeling his awesome manhood plunging deep inside him, was nothing
short of pure nirvana.  Ever since that magical night, Dylan felt so
achingly empty without Jason inside him.  It was as if the Goddess of Love
had cast a spell on him, as well.  He was certainly doing things he never
thought he would: sneaking out of his parents' house at night, concocting
cover stories to explain his almost nightly absences, wearing sweatshirts
and hats and posing as a Campden College student.  Just as amazing to Dylan
was the fact that the object of his obsession was also taking risks - just
to be with him.  Being the star quarterback on Campden's football team, not
to mention having movie star looks, gave Jason almost celebrity status on
campus.  If anyone were to find out Jason's secret, Dylan knew his life
would be changed forever.

   Dylan had been checking the designated book in the library each day
since that night, hoping to find the coded message that would set up his
next meet with Jason, but none had appeared.  Dylan became extremely
frustrated as nearly two weeks passed by.  He increased the frequency of
his jerk-off sessions so as to prevent the nocturnal emissions that visited
him the last time Jason made him wait.  Soon, Dylan started to get worried.
Had he and Jason finally gone too far?  Could Jason not handle the fact
that they had fucked?  Dylan refused to let himself believe that this was
the end of their secret tryst.

   Then, finally, one Wednesday afternoon in late October, Dylan checked
the obscure book on the 4th floor of the library and was overjoyed to find
a coded message wedged at the 47th page.  He quickly decoded the message.

   "Thursday.  Nine PM.  Jason's dorm hall.  Basement storage room."

	This location seemed perfect.  Meeting Jason in the basement of his
dorm should provide them with a great deal of privacy - no more holding
back moans and screams as their passions erupted.  Dylan assumed that the
door to the storage room would be locked, but he would just bring the paper
clip lock pick that he had fashioned when he met Jason in the custodial
closet.

	The next 24 hours couldn't have passed more slowly for Dylan.  He
must have gotten only a couple of hours of sleep, tossing and turning as he
pondered what the next night had in store for him.  After a seemingly
endless day of classes on Thursday, he headed over to Campden College,
later phoning his parents and telling them that he would be staying at the
library a bit longer so that he could finish the paper he was working on
for AP English.

      At just before 9pm, Dylan slipped out of the library and jogged over
to Jason's dorm hall.  After waiting until he saw a resident exiting the
restricted building, he slipped in behind him, entered the back stairwell,
and walked down one flight to the basement.  He approached the door of the
storage room and found that it was locked, as he expected.  To his horror,
however, he realized that the lock was electronic and required a key card
to access!

"Shit!" Dylan thought to himself, his heart pounding.  He couldn't possibly
pick this lock.  If he tried to break in, he would undoubtedly sound off
some kind of alarm.  A notice posted on the door of the storage room read:
"Authorized Personnel Only.  See Resident Advisor for key."

      If Dylan couldn't pick the lock or otherwise break into the room, he
was just going to have to make the RA let him in.  The wheels began
spinning in Dylan's head as he tried to formulate a plan.  Seconds later,
he had it.

      He ran back up the stairs to search for the RA's dorm room.  At the
end of the hall on the first floor, he noticed a doorway that had sign next
to it reading "Resident Advisor."  He decided to do a fly by and check
things out.  He walked by the door, which was open, and discreetly glanced
inside, taking a snapshot in his mind.  A frail-looking, thin guy, with
floppy blonde hair and glasses was sitting at his desk reading.  He was
wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants, and there was classical
music quietly playing in the background.  His room, unlike most guys' dorm
rooms, was spotless and immaculately organized.  On the walls were posters
of Madonna and (ick!) Celine Dion.

"The RA is a total homo!!" Dylan thought to himself with glee.  This was
going to be too easy.

	Dylan darted into the restroom at the other end of the hall.  He
walked to the mirror at the sink and examined himself.  He was wearing a
Campden College track jacket, thin nylon mesh gym shorts, a baseball cap,
and flip flops.

"Ok - I've got to make this work," Dylan thought to himself.

   He immediately took off the jacket and stuffed it into his backpack.
Luckily, he was wearing one of his tighter t-shirts, which nicely
accentuated his lean, muscled chest and arms.  He lifted up his shirt and
pulled his gym shorts down so that they sat very low on his hips - not
enough to show pubic hair in the front, but enough to show just a tiny bit
of crack in the back.  He flipped his cap around backwards, then started
flexing and swinging his arms, increasing the blood flow to make his
muscles pop out.

	"Alright - here we go," Dylan mouthed to himself in the mirror,
with a wicked smile.

	Dylan swaggered back to the RA's dorm room, and knocked on the side
of the door.

"Hey, what's up, man?  My name's Kyle - I work part-time in the housing
department on campus.  They've asked me to do a check around campus on the
security of the basement storage facilities.  Apparently, there have been a
couple of break-ins recently, and so they wanted me to report on the
condition of all the dorm storage rooms.  Would you mind getting your key
and walking with me downstairs really quick so that I can check it out?"
Dylan said, with confidence, and in his best deep, jockboy voice.

"What?  It's 9.00 at night!  Do you have to do this now?" the RA responded,
staring at him curiously and seeming quite disturbed and uncooperative.

	Dylan shifted his weight from one leg to the other, flexing his
chest and arms as tightly as he could without being too obvious.  He then
took his right hand and lifted up his shirt slightly, doing the
straight-boy, absent-minded stomach scratch, which exposed the smooth, taut
ridges of his lower abs.  He caught the RA glance down at his torso.

"Yeah, man, I know it's late.  I'm sorry.  Really, it should only take a
few minutes," Dylan said, flashing a smile, his eyes dancing playfully.

"Well, uh, I don't know.  I'm really kind of busy here.  Why can't this
wait until tomorrow?" the RA asked, still studying Dylan up and down.

      Dylan turned to the side and arched his back, thrusting out his
fantastic bubble butt, which stretched against the nylon fabric of his
shorts.

"Well, man, you see, I was at the gym the other day and I really strained
my lower back - had to go see a trainer and everything.  That threw me off
schedule this week, and so I've had to run around at the last minute to
finish all of the checks on the dorms.  I know it's a hassle, but the
housing department really needs the information first thing tomorrow
morning," Dylan said, massaging his back with his hands, causing his shirt
to slip up and expose the inch of crack at the top of his shorts.

	Dylan glanced over quickly and saw that the RA's mouth was
practically wide open.  It was working!

"I promise, man, it'll only take a few minutes.  You would REALLY be
helping me out, dude," Dylan pleaded, once again flashing an irresistible
smile.

"Uh ... um ... ok.  Sure.  Let me get my key," the RA stuttered, visibly
shaken up.

	Dylan smiled and chuckled to himself, relishing in his success.
His enemies at Clarksdale High had so wounded his self-esteem that he had
never really thought of himself as an attractive or desirable guy.  He
suddenly became aware of his own sexual power, and it thrilled him to no
end.  The RA grabbed his key card and told Dylan to follow him downstairs
to the storage room.

"This is the door to the storage facility.  As you can see, it has the
standard electronic card access, and I'm the only one in this building who
has the key," the RA said.

"Ok, great.  Now if you could just open the door for me, I'll make sure
that it works properly," Dylan said.

"Why do you need me to open the door?  You can see that it's locked - no
one can get in without sounding the alarm and alerting campus security,"
the RA said in a snotty tone.

"Look, dude, I'm just doing what the housing department asked me to do.  I
know this is taking you away from your studying, but it'll only take a
second," Dylan said, placing a hand on the RA's shoulder and squeezing
slightly.

"Really, man, it's not like I'm gonna steal anything," Dylan said
flirtatiously, smiling at the RA, as his blue eyes twinkled.  Dylan could
feel the RA's legs shaking.

"Uh ... oh ... alright, sure.  No problem," the RA said, hypnotized by
Dylan's sexy stare.

      The RA pulled out his key card, slid it into the lock, and it clicked
open.  Dylan stepped inside and pretended to study the door frame from
inside the storage room for a minute.

"Ok, everything seems to be in good condition," Dylan said, turning back
towards the RA and pulling the door behind him.

"So what about that exit door over there?  Is it accessible from the
outside?" Dylan asked, pointing in the opposite direction and diverting the
RA's attention.

      As the RA turned away from him, Dylan slipped his driver's license
from his pocket and, behind his back, placed it into the latch between the
door handle and the frame.  He then pulled the door shut, but the license
prevented the bolt from sliding into place.

"No, that's just an emergency exit.  You can't get in from the outside,"
the RA said.  As he turned back to the storage room, Dylan had already
stepped away from the door, which appeared to be shut and locked.

"Ok - cool, man.  I guess I'm done here.  Thanks so much for your help -
I'm really sorry that I bothered you," Dylan said, as he walked towards the
stairwell.

"Oh, no problem, Kyle.  Anytime - glad to help," the RA said, now not
seeming to care too much about being disturbed.

      Dylan could feel the RA's eyes on him as jumped up the stairs ahead
of him.  Dylan flexed his bubble ass on each step, giving the RA a nice
show.  Dylan had never been a cocky guy, but he prided himself in the
thought that he probably just gave this guy at least a few months' worth of
spank material.  He pictured the RA going back to his room and closing the
door, and jerking his meat thinking about Dylan's tight ass and lean
muscled bod.  Dylan had to admit that this really turned him on.

	Once Dylan was sure that the RA had disappeared back into his room,
he raced back down the stairs to the basement and headed to the storage
room.  He had to get back quickly, as he knew that doors like that one
would automatically sound an alarm if left ajar for an extended period.  He
reached the door and pushed it open, collected his license, then stepped
inside and closed the door behind him.  After turning on the lights, he
could see that the storage room was fairly large, divided by several rows
of metal caging.  It was packed with all sorts of junk - old furniture,
boxes, and some lighting equipment.  Given the density of the concrete
ceiling and walls, Dylan was sure that the room would give them all the
privacy they needed.  Dylan walked back to a far corner of the room, behind
a wall of metal caging, and flicked on a small overhead light.  He then
went back to the door and turned off all of the other lights and waited for
Jason to arrive.

 	Dylan pressed his ear to the door, and just a few minutes later, he
heard footsteps coming towards him.

"Dylan?  You in there?" Jason whispered.  Grinning, Dylan quickly opened
the door and let Jason inside.  Jason was wearing a white tank top, his
classic nylon gym shorts, and no shoes.  Dylan's whole body reacted in
excitement in seeing Jason after such a long absence.

"Well, man, I'm really impressed.  How the hell did you manage to get in
here?  The RA is the only one with a key, and he's an annoying little
shit," Jason asked, placing his hands on Dylan's shoulders.

"Oh, yeah - the RA and I had a little chat.  I convinced him to open the
door for me, and then I jammed the lock when he wasn't looking," Dylan said
slyly.

"Convinced him, huh?  What, did you let him suck you off or something?"
Jason asked, smirking.

"Fuck, no!  I'm not that easy, dude.  I just asked nicely, and he was more
than willing to help me out," Dylan responded, smiling provocatively.

"Yeah, right.  And I'm sure this tight little ass had nothing to do with
it," Jason said, slapping Dylan's butt cheeks and rubbing his fingers along
the crack.

"Well, I just try to play to my talents - you know how it is," Dylan said,
as he reached down and massaged Jason's package with his hand.

"Speaking of talents, let's get to it.  I've gotta be back up in my dorm
soon.  My roommate's home and I don't want him to get suspicious," Jason
said.

"Back this way - I've picked out a spot in the back corner," Dylan said, as
he turned and walked towards the back of the room.

      Dylan led Jason to the back corner behind the metal caged wall.
Jason leaned up against the far wall and peeled off his tank top.  After
removing his own shirt, Dylan placed his hands on Jason's waist and slipped
down his shorts, letting his nutsack and thick cock flop out, watching it
bounce under the fluorescent light.  Dylan's hands massaged Jason's round
biceps as he placed his lips on Jason's right nipple, first gently licking
it with his tongue, then playfully biting and chewing it.  Jason exhaled
deeply.  Dylan's mouth then traveled across his chest, through the deep
valley between his chiseled pecs, and gave the same treatment to his left
nipple.  Dylan moaned softly.

"Yeah, dude.  Come on, suck my cock, man.  I wanna feel your hot mouth,"
Jason moaned.

	Dylan began slowly licking down the center of Jason's chest,
letting his tongue drag across the ridges of his abs until he reached
Jason's belly button.  Stopping for a second to slip his tongue inside the
indentation, he continued down the light trail of hair to the sweet
treasure below.  He passed by Jason's cock momentarily, in order to take
each of his balls into mouth, sucking firmly.  Then he began working on
Jason's stiffening rod.

   Dylan sucked on Jason's mushroom head for a few seconds and then began
deep- throating him feverishly.  He ran his hands around Jason's waist,
then squeezed his muscular thighs.

"Ohh, fuck yeah, man!  So good!  Damn, you know how to suck cock!  Hmm!"
Jason gasped.

	Jason bent over slightly and began squeezing and rubbing Dylan's
tight ass.

"Did you bring any lube man?  I think I wanna take this ass again - felt so
damn good last time," Jason asked.

"No, I sort of thought you would bring some," Dylan said, taking Jason's
cock out of his mouth for a second.

"No, I didn't have anything to put it in.  That's cool - just keep sucking
my cock, man.  Yeah, feels so fucking good," Jason moaned.

	Dylan began seriously working over Jason's cock, alternating
between deep- throating it, and sucking on just the head while jacking the
rest with his right hand.  Jason continued to knead and massage Dylan's ass
cheeks, which were flexing and twitching.  Dylan, too, had hoped that Jason
would take his ass again.  It was really too bad, Dylan thought, because in
the depths of the basement, Dylan wouldn't need to bite down on Jason's
boxers to muffle his screams.

"Aww, damn dude, your ass is so fucking tight!  Hmm!  Did you shower
tonight?  Are you clean?" Jason asked, panting.

	Dylan nodded yes, not sure what Jason was getting at.  He showered
just before coming over here.  Suddenly, Jason pulled Dylan's head off his
cock and grabbed him underneath his arms.  Jason picked Dylan up and spun
him around, guiding him over toward an upholstered chair in the middle of
the floor in front of them.  Jason bent him over the back of the chair and
ripped down his gym shorts with one quick motion.  Jason's strong hands
started to massage and part the globes of Dylan's firm ass, exposing his
quivering pucker to the cool air.

"No, Jason - I can't take you raw, man!  You're too big!  Please don't,
man!" Dylan begged, his voice shaking.

      Just then, to Dylan's utter disbelief, he felt Jason's hot breath on
his ass cheeks!  Jason's full lips touched the smooth skin surrounding his
hole, and then Dylan felt his strong, warm tongue dart out and flick his
tight pink pucker as it quivered and contracted.

"Ohhh, fuck!  Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" Dylan gasped, throwing his head
up, and grabbing the sides of the chair.

      Jason was licking his ass!  He had his tongue on his hole!  Dylan was
in shock - a sweet blend of surprise and ecstasy.  Jason must really want
his ass bad if he's willing to lube it up and get it ready with his mouth
and tongue.

      After a slow and cautious start, Jason began feverishly licking and
biting the flesh around Dylan's little pink pucker, slicking it up with his
spit - his hands squeezing and parting Dylan's flexing cheeks.  Jason's
tongue then started to press against the muscled ring of Dylan's sphincter
before forcing its way inside.

      Dylan screamed out loudly, gripping the sides of the chair, and
bucking his ass back against Jason's hot mouth.  Jason attacked Dylan's
butt with the same passion and skill that he had undoubtedly used on so
many of his sorority girl conquests of the past.  With a tongue like that,
Dylan wondered why Jason didn't have girls following him around at all
hours of the day and night.

      Jason then began to thrust his strong tongue deep up Dylan's chute,
harder and faster, his teeth grazing the sides of Dylan's hole.  The
feeling was so incredible - so new, and so hard to believe that Jason was
giving it to him.  After several minutes of this glorious attack on his
hole, Dylan couldn't take anymore and began to feel himself reeling towards
climax, unable to hold back.

"No, Jason - you gotta stop!  Oh, fuck!! I'm gonna come, man!  I'm gonna
come! Uh, uh, uhhhh!!"  Dylan screamed, thrashing about wildly.

      But it was too late.  Dylan's balls contracted against his body, and
his pucker spasmed around Jason's tongue.  He thrust his butt back against
Jason's mouth as his cock pulsed and exploded down the back of the chair in
a waterfall of hot boy spunk.

	As Jason removed his hot tongue from Dylan's chute, Dylan stopped
moaning, and relaxed his grip on the chair, trying to catch his breath.

"You okay?" Jason asked softly after a few minutes, as he kneaded the
mounds of Dylan's butt with his hands.

   Dylan knew what Jason was really trying to ask, but wondered why he even
bothered.  Jason knew that Dylan would take his cock, regardless of the
fact that he just came.  Jason could have his ass anytime he wanted - as
much as he wanted.  Dylan needed it just as much as Jason did, if not more.

"Yeah, Jason, it's ok.  Fuck me, man.  Give it to me! I want your cock in
me so bad!"  Dylan begged.

   Jason stood up and grabbed his thick tool, which was still wet from
Dylan's sucking, aimed it at Dylan's exposed, freshly-eaten hole and drove
it inside, all the way to the hilt.  Dylan's body tensed and he let out a
scream, as he gripped the sides of the chair again.  The brief moment of
pain was well worth the incredible pleasure of feeling the fullness of
Jason's throbbing hot 9 inches deep inside his ass again.

   Jason squeezed the side of Dylan's hip with his left hand, placed his
right hand on Dylan's shoulder near his neck, and began thrusting his
mighty loins against him.  Each manly thrust increased in pace and force,
his massive tool tearing into Dylan's tender ass as he moaned and squirmed
beneath him.  Dylan held tightly to the sides of the chair as he adjusted
to the new feelings invoked by this position: being taken from behind,
helpless against the fury of Jason's relentless pounding, submitting to his
super jock completely.  Dylan loved every second of it.  He arched his
back, offering his tight ass up to his god for sacrifice.

   The finely tuned athlete continued to ram Dylan's butt at a ferocious
pace for a full ten minutes, not pausing or losing speed for even a second.
Jason's assault on his ass soon became too much for Dylan to handle.  His
nuts began to simmer as he felt himself spinning over the edge once again.

"Oh, God, Jason!  Your cock feels so good!  Ohh, yeah! Ohh, God, fuck me!
Yeah!  Fuck me!!  Uhhh, uhh, uhhhhh!! Dylan screamed, throwing his head
back and gasping.

   Dylan clenched the side of the chair, his knuckles white, and came -
hard - grinding and flexing his tight butt back against Jason's tool as his
own cock exploded onto the back of the chair for a second time.  Seconds
later, he felt Jason pull out, moaning and gasping, warning that he was
about to blow.  Jason let out loud deep growl and squeezed the side of
Dylan's hip with his left hand.  Dylan looked up to see several thick white
jets of Jason's manseed rocket over his head and splatter on the floor in
front of the chair.  Three more blasts pummeled Dylan's neck and back, with
the final two shooting out onto the cheeks of his tender ass.  Dylan
relished in the feeling of Jason's hot jock juice sliding down his smooth
boy butt, searing the moist flesh as it went.

   As Dylan lay bent over the chair, gasping, still not quite able to move,
he heard Jason whisper "shotgun."  When Dylan turned around seconds later,
Jason was gone.  His mythological god had disappeared from sight, but the
spell cast over him remained.

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