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Dorm Encounters XX: A Midsummer Night's Drive
Author's note: Jason is a repeat character here as he is one of my favorites. Though he is based in description on a good friend who was quite flattered by the first story about him (ch.9) he is completely straight in real life.
Summer quarter seems to come and go so fast at this school that I hardly have time to catch my breath as it happens around me. Our school has a short quarter with extra long classes since they use the campus for other activities during the summer as well. As such, just when you are getting comfortable in a class, it's time for midterms and then finals come right behind them. Get the drift?
At any rate, we were in the middle of a quarter such as the one I'm talking about. The dorm was in the throes of a wild midsummer party and the noise was reaching levels I could no longer tolerate. It being a Friday night, however, there was not much I could do about it since we had no noise restrictions on the weekends.
I was sitting in my room trying to concentrate on my French midterm and was having no luck. My door and windows were closed and despite the air conditioning, I was feeling stifled beyond hope. I roamed around my room restlessly, searching for something, anything to take my mind off of what was going on around me. Just when I thought I would lose my mind, the phone rang. I went to answer it and was pleased at who was at the other end of the line.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi, Andrew. This is Jason."
"Jason!" I exclaimed. "How are you? Is your dorm as wild as mine, man?"
"Wilder. I am about to lose my mind and have got to get out of here for a while. I called to see if you wanted to go for a ride off campus somewhere with me-- perhaps bring something to eat or something."
"Love to. You just don't know how close I was to setting the place on fire just to shut everyone up, man. How soon can you be here?" I chuckled loudly.
"Ten minutes, tops. Meet me out front. Bring some money."
"Cool, man. See you then!"
I hung up the phone feeling suddenly better about the whole evening, and quickly brushed my teeth and hair. I donned some shorts and a clean t-shirt, slipped a couple of condoms in my pocket (just in case), and stepped into my sandals. In ten minutes, I walked out the door, hair waving in the wind.
I stood in front of the building and before too long, Jason came barreling around the corner and into the parking lot. He has a relatively old Mercedes with a convertible and the roof was down. His long brown hair billowed in the wind as he screeched to a stop in front of me, reaching over and throwing open the door.
I climbed in and we were off, careening around the parking lot. We stopped at a JiffyMart and picked up some chips and sodas and stuff and Jason pointed the car into the country.
We drove silently for some time, munching and drinking and taking in the night air. I watched him eat and drink and realized that there were few men on the planet that were as sexually alluring as he was without knowing it. He's one of those classical men with the square jaw, the long straight hair, the smooth tan skin, the large veiny hands and feet, that you see in cologne ads on television and in magazines.
Once we had eaten and finished our sodas, we began to chat about residence hall life, our jobs, our lives, etc. until we had a pretty interesting chat going. We had, by this time, driven an hour or so out of town and were literally in the middle of thousands of acres of farmland. The starlit sky was brightly lit with dancing stars and the cool breeze blowing over the fields blew our hair restlessly.
Jason drove the car off the road, down a dirt lane and across a wide pasture, coming to rest next to a large tree that graced a small lake. I turned to him and said, "You know who owns this land or something?"
"Yep. Friend of mine. Said I could come here whenever I wanted. So here we are, and isn't it the coolest?"
"I must admit," I said, looking around, "this is the most peaceful spot I have seen in ages. What bliss!" I yawned and stretched my arms up in the air, feeling the cool night air blow around me.
We sat for some time, sharing our lives and talking about important things. Time passed and we leaned back to watch the stars go by. He pointed some of them out to me and I realized at that moment that Jason was one of the most wonderful men I had ever known. His soft gentle voice and his way of saying things melted me.
At one point, the conversation lulled, and we sat, side by side, staring at the sky. He reached over and put his hand on mine, and for many quiet moments, our hands gently caressed each other. My hand crept over his hand and began running up and down his bare thigh. My fingers sang the joys of his smooth skin as they traced his firm muscles.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek, saying as I did so, "Do you have any idea how much I needed this, Jason?"
"I think we were in the same boat, Andrew. I just needed to be out in the natural world with you so badly!"
We kissed, deeply and soulfully, pouring our entire beings into each other as our tongues found each other and danced between our mouths. The kiss lasted forever-- it was not the frantic, passionless, lustful tongue-fight I was used to, and I loved it, every second of it. I felt as if we were transferring our lives' data from one mouth to the other and back again. Each lazy, playful swipe of the tongue brought me closer to him, and vice versa. It went on for some time.
As we kissed, I began running my hands over his chest and legs. He did the same to me and without much more than that, we were groping, kissing, fondling and enjoying ourselves tremendously. Our kiss broke and I raised Jason's shirt over his head, marvelling at the moon's glow on his smooth muscular chest. I ran my fingers over it lightly, tweaking his nipples as I went, and leaned down to kiss and suck each one. His hands ran through my hair as I did so, and electricity flowed from his fingertips into my soul.
I released his seat belt and pushed him upwards until he was sitting on the headrest, his feet in the seat. I grasped his belt buckle and pulled it loose, freeing his jeans. I pulled them from his waist and dropped them on the floor. As I had suspected from looking crotchward, he had no underwear on, and his magnificent cock sprang up and bounced on his stomach, happy, apparently, to be free from its bonds.
I continued to caress his washboard stomach until my fingers found his navel. They followed the little furry trail that pointed downward until both my hands were wrapped around his thick cock, squeezing and caressing all the way. He moaned lightly as I leaned over and kissed his velvet-like cockhead, drawing it into my warm wet mouth. I swirled my tongue around and around, eliciting little murmurs of pleasure from him.
I then began the job of bringing his magnificent cock to orgasm, running my tongue all over his cock and balls, bending in a little to dab at his puckered hole, and then back to swoop down on his dripping rod. He tugged at my hair and ears and kneaded my shoulders in a lazy insistent way, as if begging me to commit to the cocksuck itself. I did, eventually, and sucked him with the expertise of a seasoned veteran, drawing every ounce of strength I had to work his cock in, out, and around my mouth.
His cock swelled and got much harder at one point, and I knew he was close. Squeezing his juicy balls with one hand and fondling his asshole with the other, I brought him to a screaming orgasm that had his yells echoing across the farmland around us. He shot an enormous load of spunk down my throat, yelling and pulling my hair and ears as each jet of warm, creamy semen blasted my tonsils and slid down my waiting throat.
When he was finished, his cock still hard as a rock, I pulled off and pulled him back down in the seat, meeting his mouth with mine and feeding him some of his load. Despite the cool night, sweat poured from his body, allowing him to slide around in the leather seat easily.
I thought at first, when he began tugging at my clothes, that he was going to give me the same treatment, but once I was naked, he bent over in the seat and began to blow me expertly. Jason's long hot tongue snaked over and around my cockhead, and then began running up and down the length of my veiny shaft with a touch that sent shivers running down my spine. He took me in quickly, comfortable with my length and girth, and began giving me the release I so needed.
I thrashed in the seat and pawed at his body as he blew me, moaning and grunting loudly as he continued to minister to my cock. Without much warning, his sucking and caressing brought me to a screaming orgasm and wave after wave of searing hot sperm shot from my cock, blasting the back of his throat. When it was all over, and I had stopped shouting and stopped shaking, I lay back in the seat, spent and wonderfully tired.
We lay that way in the car, holding hands and murmuring lightly to each other for some time, our cocks dancing in the breeze before us.
Jason let go of me and climbed out of the car and opened the trunk. Pulling a blanket from it, he beckoned me to follow. I watched as his lithe naked body walked into the shadows beyond the trees, and followed his footsteps carefully. We ended up on in a small wood, and he led me to a clearing amidst some small cedar trees. The woods were alive with sounds and smells, and I stopped for a moment to listen and smell the creatures of the night. Totally serene this place was, and my heart beat faster with the passion that was building up inside me.
Jason spread the blanket and lay down on it. I joined him and soon we were wrapped in each others' arms, kissing, hugging and fondling each other with utter abandon. This was not the frenzied fucking around of the dorms, this was something totally new and totally exciting.
We ended up in a sixty-nine position and sucked each others' hard throbbing pricks. I pulled back a little and dove into his ass, marveling at the musky smell and wonderful taste of his rosebud. My little tongue penetrated his wiggling ass about the same time his did mine, and we licked, sucked and rocked for quite some time.
I had to have him inside me. It was as simple as that. I got on all fours to give him the hint, and after sliding a condom on his cock (must have been carrying it, I guess) he plunged headfirst (you know which head) into my waiting and willing ass. I tightened my ass muscles to give him the friction and warmth that he so desired, and rocked back towards him to allow him maximum penetration. At that angle, his cock jabbed my prostate every time he sank into me, and my whole body was tingling excitedly.
His lazy fucking had me whining for more, and he began to thrust with some sense of urgency as he heeded my cries for more. His thick cock ravaged my tight ass and I rocked with him. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his ejaculation as it filled the condom. It sent shivers down my spine as I felt the rubber around his cock fill and tighten with the pressure of his load. He stopped shooting and pulled out, whipping the condom off his cock and holding it to his mouth. I watched in fascination as he ingested his load, every drop of it, until the condom was as dry as when he started.
He then rolled onto his back and slipped a tight condom on my aching cock. Raising his legs into the air, he begged me, no pleaded me, to fuck him hard and long. I couldn't resist that invitation and quickly filled his waiting hole. His ass was so tight, so warm and so fucking hot that I almost came sinking in for the first time. I concentrated on something else, though, and was able to begin stroking in and out of him gently and lovingly.
"Fuck me harder, man! Give it to me! Plow that furrow, farmer!" he cried.
I hardly heard his words. I was fucking with total abandon, banging my ballsac on his ass at every stroke, and feeling the pleasure of his ass with every rise and fall. Deeply I plunged in and out of him, sliding effortlessly through his tender chute. At that point, I began filling my condom with juice so fast that I thought it might slip off. My cock was loving the slippery feeling of the friction caused by its endless rising and sinking, surrounded by its own juices.
I pulled out as I shot the last jet into the condom and ripped it off my dick, spilling some of my load on my chest. Jason quickly licked it off, running his tongue through and around the little puddle. I raised the condom to my mouth and sucked in the lifeserum it held. My cum tasted wonderfully sweet and salty all at the same time, and I smiled at him as it ran down my throat and into my stomach. I threw the rubber to the side and leaned down to embrace him fiercely.
We lay like that, stark naked on a blanket in the middle of the woods for hours. We talked of our families, our friends, school, the whole gamut. As the passion we had experienced overtook us, we performed sexual feats for and on each other. I had never felt so wonderfully free as I did that late night/early dawn.
As the sun began to come up, we heard awakening sounds from the paddocks and farmhouse nearby. We touched and caressed some more and then scampered to the car to dress.
As we rode back to town and to campus, we held hands and played in each others' laps a little. We didn't say much: we didn't have to. It had been special for both of us, and we needed no further spoken acknowledgement of that.
When Jason dropped me off at my dorm, he leaned over and kissed me for some time, uninhibited and uncaring of any onlookers. I waltzed into the building, somewhat under a spell of sorts, and went to my room, passing the doors of my residents who were busy snoring and sleeping. I showered for a long time, loving the feel of the hot water on my body, and crawled into my bed. As I fell asleep, I thought back over the past hours with Jason and thought to myself, "It just doesn't get much better than that!"
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Chapter 21 coming soon: Self-Sucker!