Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1998 17:39:43 EDT
From: WearBoxrs <WearBoxrs@aol.com>
Subject: Night Security

I was pretty happy with the way things were going at college.  I had a good
room by my self in a great dorm - lots of cool guys, and great parties,
decent classes with good professors, and a starting place on the lacrosse
team.  What could be better?!

I had made friends, both in the dorm and on my team, fairly easily, both
with guys and girls here.  Unfortunately, I had absolutely no sexual
outlet.  Well, except for myself.  There were plenty of good looking girls,
and guys (I like both), but I just hadn't been able to find someone I had
the guts to approach.  So, I kept busy with lax practice, classes and
working/hanging out at the school gym - always a good place to catch a
look!  Met some guys in my class who I spotted with while lifting, and
actually, this security guard who had a pass to work out at our gym - all
school employees had them.  He was really cool, and we talked about
lacrosse and lifting, and he actually gave me some good pointers.  He
wasn't that much older than I was, as he turned out to be 25, but was a
good deal bigger.  Actually, he'd been working out seriously for the last
10 years or so, whereas I had a good build, but not a great one!

His name was Mike, and he actually was taking some classes in order to get
his degree, to escape the fate of having to be a college security guard for
a bunch of older brats for the rest of his life.  He was a good looking guy
of about 6'2", and had to have weighed in at over 200 lbs.  His deep blue
eyes were brought out by his light blond hair, cut butch style on his head,
and was lightly covering the rest of his body - well, all that I could see
that is, which was pretty much limited to his legs, arms and chest.  I'd
never seen Mike in the shower, so I couldn't comment on the rest, although,
from the glances I was able to shoot his way, it seemed as something of a
good size was poking at the inside of his shorts.  Thankfully, I never got
caught looking.

Now, as I mentioned, I had a room to myself, which was cool, given that I
usually preferred to lounge around naked - with a pair of shorts handy in
case someone came to the door, and definatley sleep that way, too.
Actually, I'm usually a pretty sound sleeper, too, and won't wake up for
much at all!

However, last weekend, something did wake me up.  I was in a deep sleep, on
my stomach (usual position ever since I was little) when I thought I felt
something.  Still mostly asleep, I could swear there was some other weight
on the bed with me, and something was pressing on my ass, right up against
the hole.  Before I could turn around, a large hand went over my mouth,
pushing me back onto the pillow, and a voice, hoarse, whispering...

"Shhhh.  Don't yell out.  Just relax, and I won't hurt you," he said.

A hundred things were spinning in my head, among them "holy shit, some guys
tryin to fuck you!!"  I wasn't even totally sure this wasn't a dream until
the pressure became pain, and it felt like someone was shoving the blunt
end of a baseball bat up my ass.  I let out a scream into this guys hand,
but it was sufficiently muffled so that it made almost no sound.

"Just relax, easy, dude," he said, and actually leaned his weight into me.
I felt my asshole stretch beyond what I ever could have thought it would
(as I let out another muffled scream), and then almost snap back into shape
again.  But not totally.  It had snapped back around something, and I could
tell that the something was my new "friend's" cock.

The searing pain had subsided some, as had my groans.  I felt his cock, not
altogether huge, sliding into me, slowly, gently.

"It's okay, man. The head's in. The worst part is over, now just let go,"
he whispered, as the entire length of his cock went into my ass until I
felt his bush tickle my asscheeks.  When he was all the way in, he settled
on top of me, laying his whole body on mine.  Outside of learning that this
guy must have had a cockhead the size of a basketball (or so it felt), I
also figured out that he wasn't altogether light, either.

His hand left my mouth, and began massaging my neck, shoulders and back,
before reaching under my arms and around my torso to knead my pecs.  All
this time his hard cock was just sitting in me, almost idling.  His hands
traveled up my chest, in front of my shoulders, which he grabbed from in
front of me, before lifting his pelvis up, retracting his dick until it the
size of the head wouldn't allow it to go out any more, and slowly sliding
it back into me.

Slower at first, then picking up the pace, he started fucking me, with long
strokes out, then back in, brushing that sensitive spot that makes most
guys crazy.  As his pace increased, I felt his tongue at the back of my
neck, then on the side, then searching my turned head for my lips.  When he
found them, I let him search the inside of my mouth with his hot, wet
tongue as we kissed, deeply and passionately.

As he sunk his cock into me again and again, I could feel my own juices
start to boil deep in my loins.  The sweat that dripped from his body
mingled with my own in pools on my back.  His breathing increased to match
mine, as did his moans.  We managed to keep this pace up for several
minutes before I felt the rush and the surge of hot cum boil up from my
balls, throught my now hard cock under me and explode between the bed and
my stomach in an intense orgasm, made even greater by his cock rubbing my
prostrate.

Before I finished, I felt a deep moan come from his chest, and his fucking
becoming even quicker.  He gripped my shoulders, threw his head back, and
tensed his whole body as he came, over and over again.

By the time he finished I almost fell back to sleep again, exhausted from
being woken in the middle of the night, not to mention the aerobic exercise
I had just been put through!  I probably would have, except for that when
he removed his softening cock from my ass, it almost seemed to get stuck on
the cockhead, before he literally tugged it out.  I faintly remember him
snapping something off his dick, and tossing out the window he opened, into
the woods behind the dorm.  When I was finally awake enough to turn around
he was gone.  No words, much less an introduction.

All that was left was the top of a condom wrapper on the floor, and then I
found it.  The small pin that included the initials of our college.
Exactly the same ones worn by our security guys on the collar of their
shirt...