Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 20:06:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Phoenix Mountaineer <shotgun047@yahoo.com>
Subject: Operation:  College Quarterback.  Chapter Three - Reception

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 Three - Reception:


      It was close to midnight on a warm Monday night in early October.
The library on Campden College campus was practically deserted.  A few
students working at the circulation desk scurried about, preparing to lock
up in 15 minutes.  On the 4th floor, in the men's restroom on the back
wall, far away from the stairwell, curious noises broke the silence of the
evening.  Anyone who might have ventured near the door to the restroom
could have heard stifled grunts and deep moans, coupled with a violent
rattling of metal doors.  If anyone were curious enough to enter that
restroom, these sounds would have become louder, the grunting and moaning
like that of a wild beast, the metal divider and door of the last stall
appearing to shake themselves off the wall.  A trained ear would have also
been able to discern a faint slurping sound.  Finally, if anyone were so
curious, and tall enough, to peer over the stall door, they would have been
confronted with an incredible and shocking scene.

      Campden's star quarterback, Jason Slater, was standing inside the
stall with his back to the stall door, gripping the sides of the metal
divider and the door for support, as his body shook, his hips bucking
forward wildly.  Below him, on his knees, was Dylan Andrews, a senior at
the local high school.  Dylan had Jason's thick 9 inch cock down his throat
- sucking with a desperate fury - milking Jason for his hot jock load.

      Jason's big muscled chest and round biceps stretched the thin
material of his tight t-shirt, and his cargo shorts and boxers had been
pulled down to his knees.  Dylan's own shorts were on, but a noticeable wet
saint began to appear in the front, signaling that his own 7 inch cock was
throbbing and oozing precum inside its tight confines.

      Moments later, Jason began feel the force of his climax gripping his
body, and he tried to stifle his beastly moans and grunts by biting his
fist.  His hard cock pulsed in Dylan's warm wet mouth and began to explode
in multiple shots of white hot man spunk right down the boy's throat.

      At that very second, without warning, the restroom door burst open
and one of the circulation desk workers entered.  Jason pulled his spurting
cock from Dylan's mouth, fighting through the orgasm that was surging
through his body.  In one quick motion, he reached down and picked Dylan up
off of the floor and stood him up on the toilet seat, so that his legs
wouldn't be visible from the other side.  Dylan was amazed at Jason's speed
and strength, even in the throes of ecstasy.

"Um, is someone in here?" the student asked.

"Uh, yeah, give me just a minute.  I'm not feeling too well," Jason shouted
back, somewhat breathlessly, his swollen tool dripping globs of cum onto
the floor.

"Alright, but we're locking up in 10 minutes.  Try to hurry it up," the
student shouted back.  The student then walked out of the restroom and the
door shut behind him.

	Jason and Dylan looked into each other's eyes and heaved a
collective sigh.  They have just GOT to be more careful.


      Over the past few weeks, Jason and Dylan had been meeting in various
locations around the Campden College campus.  Intent on maintaining the
secrecy of their encounters, Jason would place a coded message for Dylan in
a book on the 4th floor of the library.  Later in the day, Dylan would
retrieve it, decipher the message, and learn when and where he would be
servicing his muscle jock next.  Jason's sexual appetite seemed insatiable
- at one point, Jason was arranging to meet with Dylan once a day, every
day of the week.  Each time, Dylan skillfully brought the star quarterback
to awesome climax and took his massive load down his throat.  And each
time, after Jason had left, Dylan brought himself to climax - alone.  Jason
wouldn't allow Dylan to kiss him, nor would he ever allow Dylan's mouth to
roam any higher than his lower abs while he sucked him off.  Dylan loved
the experience of being with Jason - never in his wildest dreams did he
fathom that he would be sucking off his jock idol on nearly a daily basis.
In spite of all this, Dylan still wished that he and Jason could reach the
heights of pleasure together - to be in Jason's arms as he shot his own boy
load.  At the very least, Dylan wished that Jason could be in the same room
with him when it happened, instead of having to close his eyes and imagine
him there with him.

      After their close call last Monday in the library, Dylan knew that
Jason was probably freaked out and would be extra-cautious in picking the
place for the next meet.  He prayed that it hadn't scared Jason off
completely.  Tuesday and Wednesday came and went, but the designated book
in the library remained empty.  Finally, on Thursday afternoon, when Dylan
checked the book, he was ecstatic to find a folded piece of paper wedged at
the 47th page.  Using the code key Jason had given him on Monday as he left
the library restroom - "Arvin" - Dylan decoded the message in his head.

      "Friday.  10.00 pm. Jason's dorm room.  4C."

      His dorm room?!?  How could that be?  Dylan had never even seen
Jason's room.  And what about his roommate?  Dylan guessed that he must be
going away for the weekend.  This was perfect.

      Sitting in class the next day, Dylan began concocting the cover story
he would give his parents to explain his absence Friday night.  Lately, he
felt his mother growing a little suspicious over the amount of time he was
spending at Campden, so he had to be careful.  Also, his father was giving
him constant grief about not having a girlfriend - Dylan hadn't brought a
girl to the house since prom last year.  Then, it came to him.  Dylan would
simply tell his folks that he had a date Friday night - with a girl.  His
parents would believe it, because, deep down, they desperately wanted to
believe it.

      Later that evening, at 6.30pm, Dylan kissed his mother goodbye and
walked out to his car, wearing a Campden College sweatshirt, hat, and a
pair of cargo shorts.  He and "Sydney" would be catching a late movie, so
he told his parents that they shouldn't wait up for him.  Dylan decided to
drive to campus and hang out in the library until the designated time,
since no legitimate "date" began at ten o'clock at night.

      At just ten minutes before 10.00pm, Dylan left the library and headed
over to Jason's dorm.  He waited until he saw one of the residents approach
the locked entrance, and discreetly slipped in behind him.  He quickly
ascended the stairs to the 4th floor and, waiting until the hallway was
vacant, walked up and knocked on the door of 4C.

      Seconds later, the door opened and Jason was standing before him,
wearing a pair of blue soccer shorts - nothing more.  His heart pounding,
Dylan stepped inside and Jason closed and locked the door behind him.

      Dylan took off his hat and studied his surroundings.  The room seemed
to be of typical dorm room size.  There were two desks on opposite sides of
the room, cluttered with books and papers.  The desktop computer perched on
one of them was running a screensaver of various nude centerfold models
with perky silicon-enhanced breasts.  Two bunk beds were pressed against
the far wall - unmade, of course.  There were clothes strewn about the room
and several posters of swimsuit models on the walls.  A stereo on a shelf
by the bed was blaring music from the local classic rock station.  As he
took a deep breath, Dylan inhaled the somewhat stale scent of a boy's dorm
room, mixed with a trace of Jason's sexy cologne.  Dylan again scolded
himself for spending so much time that day at one of the department stores
in town, testing all of the fragrances until he had identified Jason's,
then purchasing a small bottle for himself.

"Want a beer, dude?" Jason asked, as he walked over to a small fridge and
got out a bottle.

"No thanks, I'm cool," Dylan said, watching as Jason twisted off the cap,
brought the bottle up to his full lips and took a couple of swigs.  Dylan
had no interest in drinking a beer now - the thick creamy brew of Jason's
hot jock load would provide all the intoxication he needed.

"Well, then why don't we get down to business?" Jason said, putting down
the bottle and gently rubbing his crotch with his thick, strong hands.

	As Dylan walked over to Jason, he pulled down and kicked off his
soccer shorts and for the very first time, he saw his muscle jock
completely naked in all his glory.  With all of the lights on in the room,
Dylan could study his object of obsession in great detail - his chiseled
athletic frame, smooth firm skin, tousled jet black hair, and ample
endowment.  Jason was so overwhelming sexy, Dylan could barely stand it.
His cock instantly began pulsing and expanding in his tight briefs.

"Jesus Christ," Dylan whispered to himself.

"You can take off your sweatshirt, if you want.  Get comfortable," Jason
said.

	Dylan eagerly complied and peeled off his sweatshirt, revealing his
own impressive torso.

"Damn, boy!  You're pretty stacked.  How much do you workout?" Jason asked,
flashing the smile that made Dylan melt.

"Four or five times a week, I guess.  And I run a lot, too," Dylan replied,
blushing and staring down at the floor.

"Well, it shows dude.  You must have all the ladies running after you,"
Jason said.

"Yeah, something like that," Dylan responded, now standing close enough to
Jason to feel the heat from his body in the coolness of the air-conditioned
room.

 	Dylan eagerly began worshipping Jason's perfect physique.  He put
his hands on his waist and buried his face in his chiseled warm chest,
feeling his cock press against his lower abs.  Dylan licked and sucked his
left nipple as he ran his hands up to each round bicep.  After permitting
him only a few minutes of this privilege, Jason pulled Dylan's head from
his chest.

"Let's put that mouth where it belongs," Jason said, as he backed up to the
chair in front of his desk.

      Jason sat down on the edge the chair and guided Dylan's head to his
crotch.  Dylan knelt down and placed his hands on Jason's muscular thighs,
bringing his lips to his nutsack.  Dylan gently took a meaty ball into his
mouth and moaned softly - causing it to vibrate.  Jason moaned with a
surprised pleasure.  After giving his other ball the same treatment, Dylan
watched as Jason's thick tool began to throb, filling with blood, until all
9 impressive inches stood at full attention.  Then, Dylan slowly licked
upward around the shaft of his cock, edging ever so slowly towards the
round, mushroom head.

"Ooohh, that's it, man.  Suck my cock.  Man, you're so good at this," Jason
moaned, rubbing the back of Dylan's head with his right hand.

      After swirling the head a few times with his tongue, Dylan
deep-throated the entire length in one swift motion.

"Oh, yeah, man!  Fuck yeah! Hmm!!  Jason moaned, arching his back and
thrusting his hips off of the chair.

      Dylan then grabbed Jason's cock firmly at the base and began sucking
and jacking him faster, squeezing Jason's muscled calf with his left hand.
As Dylan sucked him, Jason began massaging Dylan's shoulder and then moved
down his back, soon finding the two tight globes of his bubble butt.  To
his surprise, Jason then squeezed Dylan's ass through his shorts.

"Damn, dude, you've got one tight little ass.  You ever had a cock up
there?" Jason asked, still moaning and thrusting his hips.

"A couple of times, yeah," Dylan responded after briefly removing Jason's
cock from his mouth - noting to himself, though, that he had never had a
cock close to being as big as Jason's.

      Dylan was puzzled by Jason's question.  Was he hinting at something?
Could it be?  Did he want to fuck Dylan?  No, impossible - a straight guy
may let a fag suck him off, but he would never fuck him.  Still, Dylan's
cock throbbed as he let the possibility enter his mind.

      Dylan continued to work over Jason's cock with masterful skill.
Jason began thrusting his hips harder and moaning louder.  He squeezed
Dylan's ass hard, and then slapped it.

"Oh fuck, man, I haven't had a tight ass in so long.  The chicks just
aren't giving it up as much anymore.  Need it really bad, dude.  Do you
think maybe I .. uh, uhh .. will you give me your ass, man?  Will you let
me take that tight little ass, dude?" Jason moaned.

      Dylan's mind was a blur.  He could barely process what was happening.
His super jock, this amazing muscle god, wanted to fuck him.  Dylan let
Jason's cock slide out of his mouth, looked up, and saw a burning, pleading
lust in his crystal blue eyes.  His wildest fantasy was about to happen.
Dylan's cock throbbed and began dripping inside his shorts, precum
trickling down his thigh.

"Ok, but ... you have to go really slow.  It's been a while since I've
taken a cock.  I hope you have a lot of lube," Dylan managed to stammer
out, trembling in anticipation.

      Jason nodded and got up from the chair, and then walked over to his
nightstand and opened a drawer.

"Go lie on your back on my bed," Jason instructed.

      Dylan nervously obliged.  He slipped off his shorts, causing his
erect cock to slap up against his abs, splashing a little precum, and went
and sat on Jason's bed.  He then leaned back on the bed and brought his
legs up so that his feet gripped the edge.  Jason poured a little lube onto
his fingers, and spread Dylan's legs open, exposing the quivering hole.
Jason took a slick meaty finger and began massaging Dylan's tight pink
pucker.  Dylan closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on not shooting his
load right then and there.  Jason then slipped the thick index finger past
Dylan's sphincter.  Dylan shuttered and gasped.

"Uhhh, oh!  Go slow, please! Easy," Dylan pleaded.

      Jason slowly slipped a second finger into Dylan's chute, gently
sliding them both in and out, then twisted them, causing Dylan to moan a
little too loudly.

"Shh, damn it - you're gonna have to be fucking quiet!" Jason hissed.

      Dylan, stifling his moans, writhed and squirmed as Jason tried to
loosen him up.  Then, Jason removed his two fingers and stood back and
slowly began lubing up his thick, 9 inch tool.  The sight of this muscled
athlete stroking his cock both excited and scared Dylan.  He was beginning
to have second thoughts - there was no way he was going to be able to
handle Jason.  Just as Dylan opened his mouth to speak, Jason leaned
forward and grabbed the undersides of his legs and pushed them back against
his chest.  Then, Jason placed his mushroom head at Dylan's tight hole.

"I don't think I can take it, Jason - you're too big - I'm gonna scream,"
Dylan moaned softly.

      Jason reached down on the floor and grabbed the gray cotton boxers he
had been wearing and put them over Dylan's mouth.  "Bite down on these -
and try to be quiet - I'll go real slow at first.  I'm not gonna hurt you,"
Jason whispered.

      Dylan saw a softness in Jason's eyes, and he relaxed a bit.  He
wasn't scared anymore. Jason leaned forward slowly, but forcefully,
pressing his mushroom head against Dylan's clenched opening.  Dylan's tight
sphincter resisted the invasion at first.  Then, after a bit more pressure,
his hole eventually submitted and the head of Jason's cock slipped in.
Dylan bit down on Jason's boxers and struggled not to scream - he pulled
and tore at the bed sheets, his knuckles white.  The pain was very intense,
but so was his desire to please Jason, so he forced himself to endure it.
Dylan closed his eyes, fighting back tears, as Jason slowly filled his ass
with more of his cock, inch by thick inch.  Just when he knew he couldn't
take anymore, he felt Jason's lime-sized nuts pressing into him, and his
prickly pubes brushing against the underside of his balls.  Dylan opened
his eyes and looked at Jason to see his crystal blue eyes staring back at
him.  A single tear trickled down the side of Dylan's right cheek.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked.  Dylan exhaled and nodded yes.

      Jason let go of Dylan's legs and he wrapped them around Jason's
narrow waist, allowing him to penetrate even deeper.  Dylan then put his
hands on Jason's big biceps and held on tight.  Quickly, Dylan felt the
pain subsiding, and he began to take in what was happening: between his
trembling thighs was his dream guy, this incredible hot stud, and he had
his huge cock completely inside of him.  Dylan had never felt so full, so
complete.  A wave of intense pleasure washed over him.  His own cock was
now rock hard and leaking precum in a small river across his abs.

"Damn, you are so fucking tight, man.  It feels awesome." Jason hissed.

      Jason held his cock buried in Dylan's ass for a few seconds more so
that Dylan could adjust to his massiveness. Then he slowly withdrew his
cock, leaving only the head, and then thrust it all the way back in slowly.
Dylan arched his back and moaned in ecstasy, as he felt Jason's cock press
against his prostate, causing him to precum even more.  Then, deep inside
Dylan, Jason made his cock flex and throb against the tightness of his
hole.

      This was way too much for Dylan - he had never felt anything like it
before.  His body shook and he chewed on Jason's boxers hard and began
moaning uncontrollably, almost screaming.  His balls began to churn and his
ass clamped down on Jason's dick like a vise. Without even touching
himself, Dylan exploded in the most intense orgasm he had ever had up to
that point.  His cock shot out thick white streams of cum, the first shots
flying past his head, and the rest landing on his chest.  After several
minutes, Dylan's orgasm subsided and he opened his eyes to see Jason,
looking slightly disappointed.  Jason began to pull slowly out, but Dylan
held onto his muscled arms tightly, not letting him go.

"Wait, not yet," Dylan whispered, after spitting out the boxers.

      Jason wanted to fuck a tight ass - his tight ass - and he wasn't
about to pass up the opportunity to give it to him.  He would give this
stud anything he wanted.

"You didn't come yet, man.  Keep going - I can take it," Dylan whispered.

"Are you sure?  I don't want to hurt you, dude," Jason said.

"No, it doesn't hurt - it feels amazing.  Please, don't stop.  Please,"
Dylan begged.

      Dylan could see the lust return to Jason's eyes as he picked up the
boxers and said "Ok, but I think you'll need these" and then stuffed them
back in Dylan's mouth.

      With his cock still inside Dylan, Jason grabbed Dylan's hips and
pulled him to the edge of this bed.  Then, he slowly began thrusting his 9
inch dick all the way into Dylan's aching ass.  After several minutes of
slow, deep fucking, Jason began to pick up the pace.  He started thrusting
into Dylan's ass, faster and harder, pounding him with an animal-like fury.
Dylan was in heaven, moaning and gasping under Jason, digging his fingers
into Jason's arms.  Then Jason began breathing heavier, grunting first
softly, then louder.

"Aw, fuck yeah, man - your ass is incredible - so fucking tight!  Yeah!"
Jason hissed, through his clenched teeth.

      Dylan completely submitted to the quarterback's cock, by far the
biggest he's ever had, unable to do anything but hold onto the bucking bull
and try not to scream too loudly.  Through Jason's animalistic grunts and
gasps, as well as his own moaning and screaming, he could hear the slap of
Jason's loins against his ass, and the creaking of the bed frame as it
knocked against the wall with the force of Jason's thrusts.  After several
minutes of intense fucking, Dylan was overcome with agonizing pleasure: the
feeling of all 9 hard, thick inches sliding in and out of him, Jason's
balls smacking against his ass, as he watched his flexing muscles, now
dripping with sweat, and the look of burning pleasure in Jason's eyes -
knowing that he was the one giving Jason that pleasure.

      Dylan, who never lost his hard-on, began to feel the familiar
churning in his balls once again.  He usually needed at least an hour
between orgasms, but the way this muscle jock was fucking him, there was no
way he could hold back.  Dylan's nails dug into Jason's muscular arms as he
began to climax, his ass convulsing around Jason's pounding cock.

"Oh, God!  Uhhh! Oh, Jason! Aw, fuck, it's so good, man! I'm coming again!
Uhhhh, uhh!!" Dylan screamed as he spat out the boxers, arching his back as
the force of his orgasm began to hit him.  Dylan's untouched cock then
spewed forth a gusher of boy juice, as if he hadn't just cum less than 30
minutes ago.

      The feeling of Dylan's tight ass clamping and contracting around his
cock pushed Jason right over the edge.  Jason began to feel his own balls
tighten up as he continued to pound Dylan's butt without mercy.

"Fuck, dude, your ass is gonna make me shoot!  Gonna fucking blow, man!
Uhh, uhh, uhhhh" Jason moaned. Jason then pulled his cock from Dylan's
spasming hole, and began jerking it roughly, his right bicep and chest
flexing.

"Aw, fuck! Uhh, yeah, uhh! Uhhhhhhh!!"  Jason shouted, lost in primal lust
and no longer concerned with making too much noise.

      A split second later, Jason's cock exploded in a powerful blast of
hot jock jizz, which had been pent up since their last encounter several
days before.  The first three shots flew past Dylan's head and splattered
against the wall behind him.  Having lately taken all of Jason's loads down
his throat, he was excited to again witness the force and volume of the
super jock's awesome spray.  The next two spurts landed on Dylan's face, in
thick white ropes, and Dylan, still moaning and shaking from his own
orgasm, was treated to a taste of the muscle boy's hot creamy spunk.  The
last few shots spilled out onto Dylan's chest, and he reveled in the warmth
as it slid across his nipples.

      Jason, completely spent, collapsed onto Dylan, his chest heaving.
Dylan put his arms around Jason's body and caressed the taut muscles of his
back, feeling the sweat against his body as it mixed with his own, and
loving the feel of his weight and warmth on top of him.  Just as Dylan had
shown Jason the blowjob of his life, Jason had now showed Dylan the fuck of
his life.  Dylan almost giggled with pleasure, trying to make the
incredible moment last as long as possible.

      As Jason's breathing returned to normal, he pushed himself up, and
Dylan leaned up towards him, longing to feel Jason's full lips against his
own.  To Dylan's dismay, Jason pulled away from him.

"Come on, dude, I thought I told you - I'm not gay!" Jason said, angrily.

Jason went over to the closet and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the
door.

"I'm going to the bathroom to clean up.  You should probably head out
before I get back," Jason said, turning and walking towards the door.

"What's the next code key?" Dylan asked, leaning up on the bed.

"Dauphine," Jason said, as he wrapped the towel around his waist, opened
the door and walked out.

      Dylan got up off of Jason's bed and grabbed a handful of tissues from
a box on the night stand.  He wiped both of their loads off of his face and
body, put on his clothes, and snuck out of the room.

      As he jogged back to his car at the library, Dylan analyzed the
events of the night.  For the first time since his encounters with Jason
began, he didn't need to immediately rush off and relieve himself - alone.
Jason had taken them both to the highest heights of physical pleasure Dylan
had ever imagined.  Even still, though Jason had satisfied him like he
never had been before, he couldn't help feeling that something was missing.

      Dylan unlocked his car and slid behind the wheel.  He winced as he
settled into the seat, his ass still tender from the punishment it had just
taken from Jason's massive cock.  Dylan pressed his forehead against the
steering wheel and moaned softly.

"Oh ... Jason ..."