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Dorm Encounter, Part IV
My position as Resident Assistant afforded me the opportunity to be quite involved in the managment of my dorm. Though I had a supervisor, he was inept at best, and all four hundred men in the building knew where to come when they had problems or concerns. In addition, I found myself repeatedly getting involved with staff members from other departments that supported Housing efforts: groundskeepers, custodial staff, maintenence men, and the like. Every so often, when confronted with a situation with one of these type people, my professionalism as a Resident Assistant gave way to sheer animalistic lust where the other person was concerned.
One such occasion happened close to the beginning of my third year on staff. The dorm I work and live in is somewhat isolated from the rest of the residence halls and as such, we get forgotten every now and then on the routine groundswork cycles. Several of my residents had complained of the inordinately large amount of trash that had blown from the street into our "yard" and had asked what could be done about getting it cleaned up. I called the Physical Plant and told them of our dilemma and they said they would send someone to talk to me. Our physical plant always talks first... never in a million years will I understand why so many people have to discuss a simple problem before it is solved, but hey!
An hour later, I was roaming the halls trying to find a couple of residents I hadn't seen in a few days and was worried about. I had my nametag on and as I approached the main lobby, I saw the most incredible looking young guy standing there looking totally lost. Though he didn't have the standard PPD uniform on, the gloves sticking out of his pocket gave him away. I approached him, introduced myself, and asked if I could help him.
He smiled as our hands met and told me that he was new and that the PPD had sent him to talk to "the RA in charge" about the garbage on the lawn. I told him I was the right person and took him outside. We stood on the front steps in the sunshine and I showed him what I was talking about. Not having been outside in several hours, I was surprised to find that the temperature had soared during the early afternoon to a roasting 85 degrees. I told him if he got tired or hot, to stop by my room as I had some cokes in the fridge. He said that would be great, and started collecting the garbage.
I went back to my room and sat on the bed. I started thinking about this guy, and the more I thought about him, the more I wanted him. I got up and looked out the window. There he was, facing away from me, bent over picking up trash from the grass. As he stood up, I studied him carefully. He was tall, thin, and had broad muscular shoulders. As he was in shorts, I was able to see the incredible definition in his perfectly tapered legs, devoid, for the most part of hair. His hair was long and blond, and hung below his shoulder blades. It was perfectly straight, and shone in the sunlight like tv commerical hair people's does. He turned as I watched in awe and saw me watching him. He smiled, waved, and continued to work, this time facing me. Each time he bent his hair fell over his face and he would swish it back as he stood up again. His face was rugged, handsome and chiselled. He was incredibly tanned for this time of year, and I could not help but drop a hand to my expanding crotch and give it a caress or two.
He looked up again, and seeing that I was still watching, slowly peeled his tight-fitting t-shirt off. His chest was truly a sight to behold. Smooth, incredibly defined pecs glistened with sweat. His armpits were peppered with light blond hair that looked as soft as cotton candy. Each nipple was a work of art in its own right, small, taut, brown, hairless. A thin trail of hair led from him navel to the secret treasures within his shorts. He began flexing more as he moved, obviously enjoying the show he was giving me. I was rapt. I couldn't move. I had never seen anything so incredibly gorgeous in my life. He could have easily posed for an national gay mag and put most of the models to shame. God, what an incredible hunk!
He worked away from my view, and I sat back down on the bed trying to decide what to do with my raging hardon. I sat for a moment rubbing it through my pants fantasizing about this man I knew absolutely nothing about. Just as I was about to pull my boner out and make love to it with my fists, a tentative knock sounded at the door. Composing myself quickly, I squeaked,"Come in!"
The door opened and the object of my fantasies walked in. He tossed his shirt on the chair next to my desk and asked if the coke offer was still good. With shaking hands, I got it for him and gave it to him, motioning him to have a seat on the bed.
He sat and drank in silence. He looked around my room carefully as if casing the joint, and stopped moving when he reached my bulletin board. My bulletin board has a collage of naked men on it. It's about five feet wide and four feet tall, and is completely covered with tasteful centerfolds from some back issues of my favorite fist mags. Naturally, no cocks are showing, and it is rather artful in presentation. He seemed enamored.
I couldn't help myself. I was staring at him with all my might, trying to memorize every square inch of him for future fantasizing. I didn't even realize he had spoken until he touched my arm gently.
"Wha...What...?" I stammered.
"Those are some really hot looking dudes, man. I would love to make it with some of them." he said matter of factly.
I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. I stammered around for a few seconds and then, figuring honesty is the best policy, asked if he wanted to do me. He didn't answer with words, but got up, locked the door, and dropped his shorts in one fell swoop. There was nothing between them and his cock which quickly arched to its full nine and a half inches. As if lead by his cock, he approached the bed, grabbed my head, opened my mouth by force and stuck that monster penis right down my throat. God it was wonderful. He tasted lightly of sweat and heavily of pure man. His cock was veined in just the right places, providing my tongue interesting places to follow and trace. His cockhead was enormous, completely round, and smooth as a baby's butt. He pushed in and out with a sense of urgency I was not about to deny, and just as I was really getting comfortable with this monster meat in my mouth, he began cumming. Load after creamy, delicious load shot down my greedy throat. I couldn't hold it all, and it began running down my chin. He reached down, wiped it off my chin and slurped it off his fingers. I was so fucking hot I couldn't stand it. I stood up, stripped, got on the bed in a dog stance and yelled, "Fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me forever. Just do it!"
Not to be shy, he quickly climbed up on the bed and in one swift stroke, mounted me to the hilt. Never have I felt so full so quickly. It was pure bliss. Every inch of my ass canal was singing the praises of the incredible totem pole that had plunged into it. In and out, in and out, in and out he stroked, finding rhythm quickly and smoothly. He fucked as one with lots of practice, finding new and far-reaching parts of my ass as he pushed and pulled within me. I reached down and jacked my dripping cock feverishly, enjoying every single second of the excruciating pain/pleasure I was experiencing.
Apparently bored with the position, he flipped us over and went at me while I was on my back, staring up at this sweating heaving man who was putting such effort into this masterful fuck. He brushed my hands from my throbbing oozing cock and took over, beating me in sync with the cadence of his fucking. Then, he amazed the shit out of me by bending over and swallowing my cock whole as if it were an easy feat. I was in total bliss. Every nerve of my body was shouting and screaming with pure animal, lustful joy.
Sensing that we were both close, he sucked and fucked with a pace that made me dizzy, and as I felt the first spasm of my cock hit the depths of his throat, he began unloading his creamy sticky jism into my ass by the gallon. We both came for what seemed an eternity, panting, groaning, and moaning, until finally, with almost no energy left, he pulled out and met my mouth with his, feeding me slowly my own creamy load. We kissed for what seemed like hours until our hearts had stopped beating.
We lay there quietly, fondling each others' now dwindling cocks. His fingers found my ass and swiped a fingerful of his cum for me to taste. The combination of his semen and the bung-taste of my ass sent me to new heights and I shook with delight as he continued to feed me.
Finally, totally spent, he rolled off the bed, toweled dry and put his shirt and shorts back on. It was only then that I noticed that he had never removed his shoes! He asked if he could come work outside my window again, and you bet I replied to the affirmative!
I stood looking out the window as he headed back to the Physical Plant. I was tired, sore and sticky, but I felt like nothing in the world could get me down!
Every now and then, as I sit at my desk by the window, I get this feeling that I am being watched. Sure enough, my groundskeeper lover is there outside the window with an inquisitive look on his face. I motion for him to come in, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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Look soon for Dorm Encounter Part V: the Director of Housing makes a visit!