Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2005 08:21:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Phoenix Mountaineer <shotgun047@yahoo.com>
Subject: Operation: College Quarterback. Chapter Five - Beach Mission
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 Five - Beach Mission I
Dylan's hands pressed against the cement-blocked wall of the
custodian closet on the 2nd floor of Jason's dorm hall, as he stood there
without a stitch of clothing on, his skin prickled with goosebumps from the
cool air inside. Every muscle in his body was flexed as he braced himself
against the wall, and a trickle of sweat dripped down his heaving chest.
Through clenched teeth, he was trying desperately to stifle the lustful
moans that were forcing their way up from his soul. Behind him was Jason,
his jock idol, wearing only a pair of white socks and a baseball cap turned
around backwards, and Jason was thrusting all 9 inches of his massive cock
deep into Dylan's tight ass. Jason had one strong hand on Dylan's right
hip and the other squeezing Dylan's left shoulder, and was pounding so hard
that Dylan could hear the smacks as Jason's loins clashed against his butt.
"Oh, God, Jason! Uhh, uhh, uhhh!! Yeah, man! Oh, God!!" Dylan moaned,
unable to contain himself.
"Shhhh! Come, on, man! You gotta be quiet! Someone might hear us! You
wanna chew on my boxers again?" Jason whispered, in between gasps and
grunts.
They knew it was risky, meeting in the janitor's closet again, and
especially if they were going to fuck like this. Nevertheless, once Dylan
had worked over Jason's cock, Jason just could not resist pounding Dylan's
amazing little muscle butt that night and there was no where else that they
could go.
"No, I'll be quiet, dude. I promise. Oh, God, Jason, it feels so good!
Uhhhh!!" Dylan hissed, now taking his right hand and biting his knuckles,
fighting the urge to scream Jason's name as loud as he could.
Dylan could feel Jason's thrusts getting faster - harder - tearing
into his ass like a hydraulic pump. In any other circumstance, this kind
of onslaught would be incredibly painful, but with Jason at the helm, Dylan
could only feel blissful pleasure. All too soon, Dylan felt himself
reeling over the edge, as his orgasm surged through his body. His balls
churned and tightened, and his cock began spurting forth a shower of cum
all over the wall in front of him. At the same moment, his ass convulsed
and contracted around Jason's throbbing, pounding tool - squeezing and
massaging the thick shaft and mushroom head, and dragging Jason into an
incredible climax along with him.
"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna come, Dylan! Uhh, uhh, uhhhh!" Jason grunted, as his
pulled his pulsing hot cock from Dylan's quivering hole.
Dylan spun around and leaned back against the wall, just in time to
catch Jason's first blast of hot jock juice right in the center of his
chest. Dylan then collapsed to his knees and opened his mouth, catching
the following five white ropes in his mouth, savoring the salty sweetness
of Jason's musky male essence.
Before putting on his clothes slipping out of the closet, Jason
whispered the word "Ilena." As Dylan knelt in the closet, still heaving,
he knew that this was the code word for the next mission. He would use
this word to decode the message that Jason would leave for him in the
library. That message would lead him to the next secret location where he
and Jason could be together again.
Now that he and Jason were meeting together - in every way - Dylan had
never felt so satisfied. He loved being taken by Jason, being with his god
so completely. Still, Dylan felt that there was a rift between them that
he could not explain. He longed for something more - to taste Jason's
sweet lips. Dylan had stopped trying to realize this fantasy, since Jason
had been so adamant that he was not "gay," and kissing was simply not a
part of the deal. Dylan just resolved to take whatever small part of Jason
he would give to him.
The next day, Dylan rushed through his classes at Clarksdale High. He
could barely concentrate on anything but the emptiness he felt without
Jason inside him. After the last bell rang, Dylan sped over to the Campden
College library in the hopes of finding a message from Jason. He ran
upstairs to the 4th floor, located the secret book, and flipped it open to
find the message Jason had left for him. Dylan quickly scanned the
crumpled note, which bore a series of random letters, and deciphered the
message:
"Thursday. 4pm. Jason's dorm hall. Roof."
This seemed very strange to Dylan. Jason wanted to meet him on the roof
of his dorm hall? In the middle of the day, and in broad daylight? This
prospect was more than a little dangerous, though Dylan was intrigued by
Jason's sudden burst of boldness.
Immediately following his last class on Thursday, Dylan raced over to
Jason's dorm to meet him. The first and obvious obstacle was actually
getting onto the roof of his dorm hall. After slipping inside the hall and
walking upstairs to the top floor, he realized that that was no direct
access to the roof. Dylan scanned the hallway and noticed an open window
at the far end of the hall. He stepped up to the window and peered
outside. To his relief, there was a small sill on the outside, with an
access ladder attached to the wall. He carefully climbed out of the window
and up to the roof.
Once on the roof, Dylan was excited to see Jason standing beside an air
conditioning unit, which was roaring loudly. Dylan rushed over to meet
him.
"Glad you made it. I figured we could talk up here without being
overheard," Jason said, smiling as Dylan approached.
"We're supposed to do it up here? Isn't that a little risky?" Dylan asked,
still a little out of breath after the climb.
"Fuck, no. Are you crazy? No, I just needed a place for us to talk so
that I could explain the next meet. It's gonna be a little complicated,"
Jason said.
"Cool, what do I have to do?" Dylan asked, very professionally, like an
agent getting his next mission.
"Ok, Dylan, here's the deal. Next weekend is Fall Break - it's always the
second weekend in November, including the Friday before and the Monday
after. A few buds of mine and I are gonna be driving down to Fort
Lauderdale. You need to figure out a way to get down there, because I want
us to meet up while we're there. You think you can get away?" Jason
asked.
"Yeah, no problem," Dylan responded without really thinking about it. The
thought of getting together with Jason at the beach thrilled him - he would
just have to work out the logistics later.
"Ok, good. Now, you're gonna have to think of a way for us to meet up
during the trip, but that's gonna be almost impossible given the situation.
You absolutely CANNOT approach me or talk to me at any point. The guys are
gonna be with me constantly. You should rent a hotel a few blocks away
from ours. Here's the address," Jason said, as he handed Dylan a piece of
paper with the hotel's name and address on it.
"Also, you should probably buy some college gear from another school, so
you can blend in with all of the other college students who'll be there
too. Then, once you're all set up, you've gotta come up with a way to get
me away from the group - give me some kinda escape so that we can do our
thing. Again, you're gonna have to be clever about it. You can't blow
this, because you know what the consequences would be. Now, it's only a
week away, so you had better get to planning," Jason said, smacking Dylan's
ass playfully.
"Alright, Jason. I'll do what I can," Dylan said, smiling shyly, his cock
now growing in his shorts from Jason's touching his tender butt.
"Cool. I've gotta dash off to practice now. Remember, you've gotta be
careful or this whole thing is over - got it?" Jason said, sternly, but
flashing a little of his irresistible smile as he started to walk away.
"No problem - I'll handle it," Dylan said, trying to project a confidence
that was not warranted given the task ahead of him.
Dylan watched Jason step toward the edge of the roof, his muscle
ass flexing in the soccer shorts he was wearing. Dylan shook his head to
bring himself out of the trance he was in and collected his thoughts.
Dylan crouched there on the roof for the next hour and began
methodically planning his incredible mission. Step one: Dylan had to find
a way to get out of his house for the long weekend. Even though he had his
heart set on attending Campden next year, he was supposed to be visiting
other colleges. His parents were riding him hard to go Ivy League. He
would use that - he would explain to his parents that he wants to drive up
to check out a few schools in the Northeast. Luckily, he had saved up a
great deal of extra cash from his summer job as a waiter at a local
restaurant. He would be able to cover his hotel costs for the weekend
easily. Dylan got up and crawled down from the roof, ran down the stairs
out of the dorm and headed to the library.
Once at the library, he jumped online and booked a hotel room that was
just five short blocks down from Jason's. Step two: If Dylan was going to
blend in with the other college students, and track Jason, he would need a
fake ID to gain access to the bars. Dylan immediately thought about his
older brother, David, who was taking the semester off from his own college
in another state, and living at home with their parents. Dylan could
"borrow" his brother's ID! They looked enough alike and it should not be
too much trouble to fool any disinterested doorman at the beach bars.
Dylan would just slip the ID out of David's wallet the night before he
leaves. When he returns on Monday, he would simply give it back to his
brother saying that he "found" it in the laundry room. Also, Dylan figured
he could just "borrow" a few t-shirts, a sweatshirt, and hat with David's
school name on them for his "disguise." This was perfect, Dylan thought.
Dylan hit a complete roadblock, however, when he tried to come up
with a way to get Jason alone with him. How in the world was he going to
get Jason away from his dumb-jock friends if he could not approach or talk
to Jason? Dylan decided that he would just have to assess the situation
when he got down there.
When Friday morning finally came, Dylan's plan began to click into
action. His parents were thrilled with the idea that he was interested in
visiting other schools. They put up very little protest when he announced
that he would be gone all weekend. After lifting his brother's ID and some
clothes, Dylan packed up his car and headed down to Florida.
After checking into his hotel around 5pm and getting all set up, Dylan
walked down the boardwalk in the direction of Jason's hotel. He was
wearing a pair of David's gym shorts, a t-shirt, a hat, and a pair of
sunglasses. The boardwalk was teeming with vacationers, and so Dylan
easily melted into the crowd. He quickly located Jason's hotel and began
his surveillance. He scanned the beach, which was almost deserted this
late in the afternoon. Then, he spotted an outdoor bar about a block down
from Jason's hotel. Almost immediately, he caught sight of Jason's
gorgeous frame leading against the bar, surrounded by several members of
the football team.
"Target acquired," Dylan thought to himself, proudly, as he sat down on one
of the benches on the boardwalk to plan the next step.
How in the hell was Dylan going to get Jason away from them? They
seemed to be joined at Jason's hip - like little puppies following their
leader. He imagined that their sole objective this weekend was getting
laid - by some poor, unsuspecting co-eds. Dylan could not talk to Jason,
or even get close to him. This was a mission impossible.
Day turned to night, and Dylan still had not figured out how to make the
meet with Jason happen. Giving up for the evening, Dylan began walking
home to his hotel around 11.00pm. As he got a couple of blocks away from
his hotel, he noticed a gorgeous young girl walking in front of him,
straddled by some guy, about Dylan's height but more stocky, trying to put
his arm around her and seeming to be quite intoxicated. The girl was
pushing him away and seemed very irritated. As Dylan got closer, he could
hear that the drunk guy was trying to get her to come home with him. She
tried to walk away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him.
"Come, on, baby girl! Why don't we go check out the hot tub. We'll have a
lot of fun," the drunk dude slurred, gripping her arm tightly.
"Get your hands off me, asshole! I'm not going anywhere with you! Let
go!" the girl shrieked, trying to twist away from him.
An incensed Dylan jumped into hero mode and ran toward them.
"Hey, fucker! Why don't you step off and let go of the lady? It doesn't
look like she's feeling ya, man!" Dylan yelled, trying to sound as tough as
he could.
"Hey, why don't you mind your own God damn business, man! We're just
having a little talk here!" the guy shouted, as Dylan approached.
"Well, dude, whenever I see some drunk, fat FUCK manhandling a female, I
tend to make it my business!" Dylan said forcefully, the adrenaline
coursing through his veins.
"Oh, yeah? Well, now that it's your business, why don't we see what you're
gonna do about it!" the guy said, letting go of the girl, and walking
towards Dylan.
The drunk guy took a swing at Dylan with his right fist, and Dylan
lurched out of the way and grabbed the guy's arm with his right hand, then
twisted his body and popped him in the face with the corner of his left
elbow. The drunk guy staggered back, bringing his hands to his face.
Then, Dylan took a step forward and kicked him squarely in the balls,
dropping him like a bag of bricks.
Dylan was amazed at himself for standing up to this jerk. He
always felt so powerless against his tormenters at Clarksdale High, but
they seemed a million miles away right now. He felt like a completely
different person.
"Are you ok?" Dylan asked the girl, who still seemed shaken.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Thank you! What a gentleman!" she said, in a sweet
southern accent.
She was a smoking hot girl, Dylan observed. She was a petite 5' 2"
and had long, straight blonde hair, which fell just to the middle of her
back. She was wearing a tight pink tank top - which accentuated her killer
rack - tight, low-slung jeans that revealed a little bit of her tiny waist,
and spiky heels. Her face was blemish-free, and she only wore a little bit
of makeup. She had full, luscious lips and sparkling green eyes. She was
a total knock-out. If Dylan were straight, he'd be in love.
"Let's get you outta here. Are you headed this way?" Dylan asked, pointing
down the boardwalk in the direction of his hotel.
"Yes, my hotel's just a few blocks down this way. Gosh, thank you so much
- that was impressive. What's your name, sweetie?" she asked, as the two
began briskly walking down the boardwalk.
"Dylan. What's yours?" he asked, smiling.
"Kelly. Thank God you came up when you did. That guy just wouldn't leave
me alone. Who knows what he would have done if you hadn't been there. If
there's anything I can do to thank you, please let me know," she said,
smiling sweetly.
"Well ...actually, do you have any plans tomorrow night? Say, around
10.00pm?" Dylan asked, smiling cleverly. He had just come up with a plan.
The next night, Dylan sat on a bench on the boardwalk just outside
of the open air bar near Jason's hotel. He was wearing a baseball cap
pulled down low on his head, a sweatshirt and shorts, and was reading a
magazine. The boardwalk was crowded with people, so he blended in nicely.
He was discreetly monitoring Jason and his friends, who were sitting up at
the bar drinking beer, laughing and being obnoxious. Standing against the
far end of the bar holding a bottle of beer, Jason was a vision under the
boardwalk lights. He was wearing a short-sleeved blue polo shirt - the
same shirt he wore the very first night Dylan met him in the library
parking lot. The sleeves of the shirt clung tightly to his round biceps,
and his collar was flipped up (Dylan would have to tell him later that this
fad was over). The back of his khaki cargo shorts did nothing to hide his
gorgeous ass, as it flexed each time Jason shifted his weight. Three of
his jock buds were huddled around him, drinking their beers and obnoxiously
hitting on the girls around them. Dylan did his best not to stare at his
god in his natural habitat.
Just then, amidst the crowd - almost deserving a "slow-motion entrance"
- Kelly walked into the bar with a sexy glide, wearing a tiny, lacey black
ruffled mini-skirt that sat very low on her curvy hips, a low-cut sparkling
blue halter top that framed her ample cleavage and bared her mid-drift, and
spiky black heels. Dylan watched as all of Jason's friends stared her down
shamelessly as she walked in. He imagined that all of their cocks were
beginning to swell in their boxers. This thought turned Dylan on slightly,
and he, too, stiffened a bit.
Kelly walked up to the bar, and several guys near her scrambled over to
buy her a drink. She ignored them and instead ordered her own drink, and
then turned around and looked out over the boardwalk in Dylan's direction.
She gave him a quick nod as she sipped her drink, signaling that she was in
position.
The mission that Dylan had crafted was pure genius. He enlisted Kelly
to serve as a decoy for Jason. She would approach Jason, flirt with him so
that everyone could see, and then leave with him right in front of all of
Jason's jealous, dumb-jock friends - in effect "extracting" him - so that
he and Dylan could spend the night together in his hotel room.
Before filling Kelly in on all the details last night, Dylan had first
tried to feel her out a little, gauging any potential homophobia. It
turned out that Kelly was completely cool with the gay thing and even had a
gay brother. He and Kelly then spent the rest of the night planning out
their little operation.
With Kelly in position at the bar, Dylan now had to point out Jason so
that she would know who to focus her attention on. Dylan knew that he
could have simply told her "he'll be the hottest fucking guy in the bar,"
but he didn't want to risk any mistakes.
Dylan got up from the bench, and strode over the bar entrance, producing
his brother's ID to gain entry. With his cap pulled low and his brother's
bulky sweatshirt on, Jason didn't even recognize him when he walked right
past toward the restroom. His hand low and close to his leg, Dylan
discreetly pointed at Jason after walking by, and Kelly sprang into action.
By the time Dylan returned from the restroom and went back to his bench,
Kelly had already infiltrated Jason's group of friends. She smiled and
flirted with the guys, who were all lusting after her, but she made sure to
show particular interest in Jason. She placed her hand on his arm
playfully, and leaned in to whisper funny comments to him several times.
Soon, Jason's friends got the message and moved to the other side of the
bar to pursue other, lesser girls.
Jason later filled Dylan in on the conversation that followed:
"Well, Jason, you're really a chill guy. I wish I could say the same for
your friends over there," Kelly said, frowning.
"Yeah, you know, they're generally good guys, but they just don't know how
to hold their alcohol," Jason said.
"Yeah, I guess alcohol makes us do some crazy things, sometimes," Kelly
said, smiling at Jason mysteriously.
"Yeah, I guess so," Jason, responded, staring at Kelly curiously.
"You know, you're really sweet. You remind me so much of a good friend of
mine back home in Savannah - Kyle Baxter," Kelly said, nonchalantly,
picking up her drink and taking a sip.
Jason's eyes lit up, immediately making the connection.
"Really? Is that so?" Jason asked, his face beaming.
"Yes, you two really have lot in common. Why don't we go back to my hotel
so that we can discuss it in more detail without being disturbed by your
fellow teammates," Kelly said, leaning in towards Jason.
"I think that's a great idea, Kelly. I'll just pay the tab and we can go,"
Jason said.
Dylan watched from his bench as Kelly smiled and brushed a lock of
golden hair behind her ear. That was the signal. She had clued in Jason
and they were about to leave. The plan worked!
Dylan jumped up from the bench, and quickly started walking back to
his hotel. Back at the bar, Jason and Kelly walked out, Jason's hand on
her shoulder, as his friends watched in envy.
"See ya later, guys. Don't wait up!" Jason shouted, waving as he and Kelly
walked down the boardwalk towards Kelly's (that is, Dylan's) hotel.
Dylan paced in the lobby of his hotel. His plan had worked, and
now he was going to spend the entire night with his dream guy. Several
minutes later, Kelly walked in with Jason. When Dylan saw the two walking
in, Jason's arm around Kelly, Dylan realized the fatal flaw in his plan.
He just sent a hot girl to flirt with Jason, and now he expected Jason to
send her off while they get it on? Despite all that they had done
together, Jason was, at base, a straight college guy. If he had a girl,
why would he need Dylan?
"Well, dude, you never seem to run out of clever ideas, do you?" Jason
asked, smiling broadly, as he and Kelly approached.
"Well, you didn't give me much to work with this time, so I had to
improvise. I'm just glad I ran into Kelly - she's awesome!" Dylan said,
still uncertain about what would happen next.
"Hey, it was the least I could do after Dylan came to my rescue. You
should have seen him in action, Jason. He was amazing! You've got one
terrific boyfriend on your hands - I'm jealous," Kelly said, playfully
punching Dylan's right arm.
"Oh, no - you've got the wrong idea, Kelly. We're not boyfriends. We're,
uh, just hanging out, that's all," Jason said, looking around nervously.
"Oh, I see. Well, I guess I'd better take off. I promised my girlfriends
that we'd check out this new club across town. Thanks again, Dylan.
You're so sweet. Look me up sometime if you're ever in Savannah," Kelly
said, as she leaned over and kissed Dylan on his cheek.
"See ya, Kelly. Email me soon!" Jason said, as they both watched her walk
out of the lobby.
"Alright, slugger, which room are you in?" Jason asked, as Dylan stared
back at him, half surprised and half relieved that he had let Kelly go so
easily.
"I'm on the top floor, Room 1203. Let's go," Dylan said, walking towards
the elevator.
Dylan could not help but feel slightly hurt at the way Jason had so
abruptly denied the idea that they were "together," but, at the same time,
he delighted in the fact that Jason had chosen to be with him when Kelly
would have undoubtedly kept him company this evening.
Dylan and Jason stepped off of the elevator together and walked up to
Dylan's room. Dylan opened the door and they both walked inside. The air
was chilly from the output of the air conditioning vent near the window.
The room smelled of suntan lotion and salty sea air.
"Damn, Dylan, I'm still so impressed that you managed to pull this off.
Excellent way to get me out from under the guys - Kelly was a big hit, in
case you couldn't tell," Jason said, pulling off his shirt.
"Well, you know I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get you to myself for
a whole night, man," Dylan said, blushing.
Dylan and Jason began peeling off their clothes, the former being a
little quicker about it. No sooner had Jason kicked off his boxers than
Dylan had his hands on his narrow waist - feeling Jason's warmth against
him. Dylan pushed Jason back and onto the bed.
"Whoa, dude! What's got into you?" Jason said, smiling as Dylan climbed on
top of him.
"I guess I just missed you - that's all," Dylan said, as he feverishly
began worshipping Jason's hot body.
Dylan began licking Jason's chest, spending ample time on his hard
nipples and even burying his face in Jason's armpits to inhale the musky
scent of deodorant and athletic power. Dylan hungrily licked around
Jason's bulging biceps, feeling them with his tongue as they flexed. He
then licked and nipped at the mounds of Jason's pecs, then down the ten
ridges of his hard abs. Dylan then slowly made his way down to Jason's
nuts - savoring each one in his mouth while running his fingers lightly
along the shaft of Jason's cock, causing it to swell and stretch out,
quickly beginning to grow to its full thick 9 inches. Dylan then suddenly
grabbed the base of Jason's cock and took half the shaft down his throat,
as Jason moaned deeply. Dylan began sucking and jacking Jason's cock with
a passion - as if to light the fuse on the dynamite in Jason's balls -
which would soon lead to the explosion that would rocket them both to
heights of unbridled ecstasy.
"Aw, God yeah, Dylan! That feels so fucking good, man! Ummm! I wanna
take that ass tonight, man. Are you gonna give it to me, dude?" Jason
asked, moaning and gasping.
Dylan released his grip on Jason's cock, and Jason tried to sit up.
Dylan pushed him back down on the bed.
"Stay right there - just a second," Dylan said sternly, as if taking
ownership of that night's encounter.
Dylan got up and quickly grabbed the small bottle of lube he placed in
the nightstand drawer. He remembered to bring plenty this time, as he had
started to do on each of their visits, to ensure that Jason would give him
his cock. He couldn't be sure that Jason would repeat the incredible rim
job he gave him in the basement several weeks ago. He returned to the bed
and straddled Jason, and dripped a few globs from the bottle into his hand.
Dylan then slowly began slicking up Jason's shaft. Jason grabbed the
bottle and squirted several drops onto his right hand, and then, reaching
under Dylan, began massaging his tight pink pucker. Dylan moaned and began
stroking Jason faster. Jason then slipped his thick thumb inside him and
Dylan's cock twitched and drizzled a small stream of precum. Jason then
began massaging his prostrate and Dylan gasped and pulled off.
Dylan then let go of Jason's cock and put both of his hands on Jason's
chiseled chest, squeezing the huge muscles of his pecs. Dylan arched his
back and rubbed his slick hole along Jason's shaft, up and down slowly,
stopping momentarily at his cockhead, and then continuing back down the
shaft.
"Aw, fuck, dude! Stop teasing me - give me that ass, man. Come on, let me
in!" Jason moaned, practically begging as he roughly squeezed the sides of
Dylan's hips.
With that, Dylan moved his hole to Jason's mushroom head, and, clenching
his teeth, he pressed back forcefully until the head popped through his
sphincter. The anticipation of the pleasure to come made Dylan forget the
moment of pain. Then, he slowly impaled himself on all 9 inches of Jason's
jock meat, until he felt Jason's pubes tickle his ass.
"Oh, yeah, man! God, I love that tight ass! Yeah, ride my cock! Uhhhh!!"
Jason moaned loudly.
Dylan then began to ride Jason's cock like a champ, slamming his ass
down furiously against Jason's loins. Each time he came up, Dylan clenched
his ass cheeks as hard as he could, milking Jason's hard tool for the
massive load he knew would soon spew forth. He squeezed Jason's pecs and
strong arms, staring into his eyes, sweat trickling down his chest -
dripping onto Jason and mixing with his. Dylan felt strangely dominant in
that moment - perhaps still running on adrenaline from kicking the drunk
guy's ass last night. Lost in an almost angry lust, he wanted to show
Jason that he could give it just as fast and hard as he could take it.
"Oh, fuck, dude! Uh, uhhh! Damn, you can ride a cock! God, yeah!
Uhhh!!" Jason moaned, grabbing Dylan's hips tightly.
The power dynamic soon changed, however, as Jason began to thrust
upward roughly to meet Dylan. Finally, Jason took over completely and
Dylan - moaning, gasping, and screaming - just held on, riding the bucking
bull jock beneath him.
"Fuck, man, I'm gonna come!! Gonna shoot, dude! Oh, God! Uhh, uhhhhhh!!"
Jason screamed, attempting to pull out.
Dylan refused to release his grip on Jason's cock. Dylan grabbed
Jason's hands and held them down against the bed. Dylan's balls were
boiling as his orgasm began to rivet through his body. He threw his head
back and screamed out Jason's name over and over again as his cock pulsed
and shot out onto the headboard and all over Jason's chest. As his hole
clenched and contracted around Jason's shaft, Jason let out a shout as he
began to erupt. Dylan reached underneath and grabbed hold of Jason's
powerful thrusting ass and held him deep inside. Jason exploded forcefully
inside Dylan, as Dylan's ass clamped down around him. Dylan nearly passed
out as he felt Jason's incredible muscle jock load surge inside him,
filling him up and warming his insides. Completely spent, Dylan collapsed
onto Jason and listened to the sound of both of them gasping for air.
After their orgasms had subsided, Dylan and Jason lay there together on
the bed silently, Jason still inside him. After about 20 minutes of
snoozing, Dylan awoke and stared into the oceans of Jason's crystal blue
eyes. Then, amazingly, Jason slowly and gently brought his full lips to
Dylan's. Dylan felt electricity surge through his body as their lips
touched. Jason gently sucked on Dylan's lower lip, and Dylan, Jason's
upper lip. Dylan then allowed Jason's strong tongue to enter his mouth,
massaging his own tongue first slowly, then more passionately. Of all of
the times he had been with Jason, all of the things he and Jason had
together, nothing matched the power, the sexiness, the sublime pleasure of
his sweet kiss. After only a few minutes of this surreal bliss, Jason
stopped and pulled his lips away.
"I, uh, I gotta take a shower, man," Jason said softly.
Jason leaned up and pulled Dylan off of him, gently sliding his cock
from his ass, and got up from the bed. The barrier between them had gone
back up. Jason slowly walked towards the bathroom.
Dylan closed his eyes and leaned back onto the bed, as he heard the
shower turn on. He felt so close to Jason in that moment as their tongues
touched, but Jason was still miles away from him. The feeling was so
incredible, so intense - but so painfully brief. Dylan struggled not to
let a tear slip from one of his blue eyes.
"Hey, Dylan? Could you come here a sec - I need your help with something,"
Jason called out to him.
Dylan leapt off of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door.
Standing near the sink, Dylan saw his jock idol completely naked in all his
glory, as the water from the shower sprayed down, the room starting to fill
with steam. The sight of Jason's muscled ass through the mist made him
weak in the knees, and his cock began to thicken.
"Hey, I might need some help getting all clean here. Do you mind?" Jason
asked, smiling coyly, as he turned around to reveal his thick 9 inches
standing at full attention.
Dylan didn't need to be asked twice. He stepped over to Jason and
they both got into the shower. Though he attempted it, Jason would not let
Dylan kiss him again. However, he put up no objection when Dylan began
licking his chest and arms, sucking and biting his neck and his nipples as
the warm water trickled down their bodies. Dylan knelt down and took
Jason's hard tool into his mouth, sucking gently, then forcefully. Jason
then reached down under Dylan's arms and picked him up. Dylan was once
again amazed at the brute strength of his super jock. Dylan wrapped his
legs around Jason's waist, and put his arms around Jason's strong
shoulders. Jason pressed Dylan's back against the side of the shower.
Warm water rushed around them. Jason began biting and sucking on Dylan's
neck - surely this was going to leave a mark. Dylan felt Jason's thick
shaft brush past his pucker, still slick with Jason's load, teasing him the
same way Dylan had in the bedroom. Then, suddenly, Jason moved his hips,
and Dylan felt his cockhead at his quaking hole, still sore from the
pounding it had received less than an hour ago. All of a sudden, Jason
thrust his hips upward and Dylan was instantly impaled on all 9 inches of
jock meat once more.
"Uhhh! Oh, God, Jason! Yeah, man! Give it to me again! Yeah, fuck me!!
Oh, God!!" Dylan screamed, grasping Jason's big biceps and burying his
head into the side of Jason's neck.
Jason began pounding Dylan's butt relentlessly, slamming him
against the shower wall and causing water to splash all around them.
Dylan's hard cock raked against Jason's washboard abs, and Dylan knew that
he was not going to be able to last long.
"Yeah, man, you like it? You like my big cock, don't you? Yeah! Uhh,
uhhh, uhhh!!" Jason grunted, through his clenched teeth.
Dylan watched over Jason's shoulder as his muscle ass flexed with
each powerful thrust. This wonderful sight was too much for Dylan and all
too quickly, he felt himself hurtling towards orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, Jason! I'm gonna come! Oh, Jason! Yeah! Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!!"
Dylan screamed, biting into Jason's neck hard.
Dylan's hole spasmed around Jason's thrusting cock as his dick erupted
onto Jason's flexing abs, only to have the warm water wash away his boy
jism after each shot. Seconds later, Dylan felt the muscles in Jason's
arms and shoulders tense up and with a roar Jason exploded into Dylan for
the second time that night.
After toweling off, Dylan and Jason returned to bed and got under the
covers. Dylan cuddled up next to him, laying his head on Jason's chest.
Dylan reveled in the warmth generated by Jason's body - which was like
sleeping with a heated blanket. After a few minutes, Dylan looked up and
gazed at his dream guy, who was breathing steadily. Dylan's mind was a
blur with the thoughts of all they had done that night. He felt closer to
Jason than ever before - not merely because Jason had emptied his manly
essence deep inside him, but because of the soulful kiss they had shared -
at Jason's initiation. Did it mean as much to Jason as it did to Dylan?
"Jason?" Dylan whispered softly. But he was sound asleep.
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