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From: SILVERI@QUCDN.QueensU.CA (Silver Tiger)
Subject: REPOST: Dorm Encounters XX: A Midsummer Night's Drive
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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!"
 
---\\/---
 
Chapter 21 coming soon:  Self-Sucker!