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 One - Secret Encounter:
"I swear, if I hear the word "faggot" screamed in my direction one more time, I'm gonna explode," Dylan thought to himself, as he walked to his last class at Clarksdale High on an August afternoon.
Dylan Andrews was a senior at a hopelessly conservative high school in a small east coast town. At 17, Dylan had already faced more than his share of rough times, which is to be expected of a gay teen living where he did. He wasn't out to anyone yet, but a lot of kids at his school had already formed their opinions. At first glance, you wouldn't guess that Dylan would need anyone's sympathy. He was really a gorgeous looking guy: 5'8", 140 pounds with sandy blond hair, which he kept relatively short and spiky, blue eyes, and a boyish, all-American face that you would expect to find gracing the pages of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. He had a lean, muscular build that had been developing quite nicely thanks to frequent gym visits and regular runs. His skin was smooth and blemish-free, and tanned well during the summer. His body was completely hairless, except for a light sprinkling on his legs. He could certainly hold his own in the locker room showers, as he had a nice, thick 7 inch cock. Arguably his best feature, however, was his outstanding tight, round, bubble butt - sure to be the object of worship by every top that ever has the pleasure of catching a glimpse.
On top of his looks, Dylan was a smart kid. At the rate he was going, he'd most surely be his class's valedictorian. He was blessed with both book sense and common sense - the kind that comes with facing unique and difficult challenges in life. Unfortunately, to many of his fellow students, especially the guys, these qualities went unnoticed. In fact, it was his success in school that was the basis for his being the subject of endless torment at the hands of his inferior peers.
The one place Dylan could find solace was on the campus of Campden College, which was basically the center of his small, east cost town. His involvement in advanced placement courses and college credit classes required a great deal of additional research, and the resources at his high school's library were quite limited. On that sprawling campus, no one knew him - it was like he had a secret identity. At Campden, he wasn't the faggot who had to constantly defend himself against high school bullies who made it their mission to bring him down - he wasn't the shy little kid with minimal self esteem who now dreaded walking down the halls at school. He could be anyone. Perhaps best of all, going to the campus afforded him the chance to study all of the hot college guys, especially the well-built athletes, and there were plenty. One, in particular, caused Dylan to break out into a cold sweat every time he saw him. His name was Jason Slater.
Jason was a 21 year old junior at Campden College and was the starting quarterback for Campden's winning football team. Jason was nothing short of a god. He was six foot one, with jet black hair - which he kept short on the sides and wavy on top - a strong, chiseled jaw, and the bluest eyes Dylan had ever seen. He was always clean shaven, except for sideburns which he kept trimmed to just above his ear lobe. His smile will most certainly land him a modeling contract the second he's spotted by a talent agent, Dylan thought. His body was absolute perfection: he was very muscular, but not in a bulky or steroid-enhanced way. His physique was tight and defined - Dylan challenged anyone to assess anything more than 3% body fat. His pecs were big and thick (but not puffy), as if carved from granite, and he had these incredible, round biceps that looked so sexy in the short-sleeved polo shirts he frequently wore. Dylan hadn't yet gotten close enough to count, but he was sure he had an eight pack, if not a ten pack. His shoulders were strong and broad, and his back tapered down to a perfect V. His butt - tight, round and muscular - was impossible to overlook no matter what he was wearing, from jeans, to gym shorts, to football pants. Though Dylan had dreamed about it a thousand times, he had not yet seen Jason's endowment, but from the outline shaped by the jeans he sometimes wore, Dylan had no doubt that it was as impressive as the rest of him.
The first time Dylan saw Jason on campus, he literally lost his breath. Dylan was sitting at a table in the college library when Jason walked by with this straight-boy swagger that was confident and strong, but not too cocky. He paused for a second and flashed that billion dollar smile as he waved to a girl sitting at the next table, who Dylan was sure was just as hot for him as he was - only she actually had a chance of being with him. Dylan had to force his mouth closed, which had practically dropped onto the table upon first seeing Jason. As he watched this super jock walk away, Dylan's cock instantly began to swell and stretch against the confines of his underwear. Dylan had just seen his ultimate, ideal guy.
Right away, Dylan tried to find out everything he could about Jason (stopping just short of stalker status). Luckily, given who Jason was, that didn't prove too difficult a task. Jason grew up on a farm in a small mid- western town, which likely aided in developing his athletic build. From the newspaper articles and interviews Dylan read, it became apparent that Jason was totally top quality, both inside and out. He seemed to be free of the egotistical, jerkish attitude that his dumb-jock teammates possessed in spades. He was a relentless warrior on the field, but everyone's friend off the field. Better still, he seemed to do quite well in school, majoring in chemistry, with his sights set on medical school. From what Dylan could gather, it seemed that Jason's only vices were a bit too much drinking and partying on the weekends, and being somewhat of a ladykiller - the latter due to what Dylan guessed must be an insatiable libido. Dylan burned in envy of those many co-eds who had the undeserved pleasure of knowing Jason in the way he wanted to.
Not surprisingly, Jason instantly became the central subject of Dylan's two-to-three-times-a-day jerk-off sessions. Picturing that perfect specimen of college muscle jock brought him to agonizing climax more times than he could count. Dylan tried in everyway he could to position himself in Jason's path, hoping to at least exchange words with his hopeless crush, but it didn't happen. It only made matters worse that hot, late August afternoon when Dylan saw Jason tossing a football with his buddies on the lawn beside the library. It was then that Dylan first caught sight of Jason shirtless, wearing only a pair of thin soccer shorts that so nicely accentuated his magnificent, jockboy ass. Dylan tried to be discreet, but probably failed, as his eyes traced the outlines of Jason's chiseled torso, muscles flexing and glistening with sweat in the sun. As Jason lifted his thick, sinewy arm to toss the football, Dylan melted at the view of his round, tight flexed bicep, his heaving chest, and tight, rippling abs. Dylan's eyes then traveled lower, to Jason's shorts, where he was just able to make out Jason's noticeably large package as the fabric moved against his loins.
Suddenly, Dylan was aware of his own cock, which was painfully swollen and visible through the shorts he was wearing. He quickly put his backpack in front of him and darted into the library. He headed straight for the restroom on the 4th floor, which was in a secluded part of the library and usually empty. He went into a stall and pulled down his shorts, exposing his tight boxer briefs, which were wet with the precum that had been oozing from his stiff cock. He pulled down his briefs, releasing his aching member from its confines, and sat down on the toilet seat. He then grabbed his 7 inches tightly and began stroking with abandon. The sight of Jason's bare muscled chest still fresh in his mind, Dylan knew he was only seconds from blowing his load. With his left hand, he reached under himself and lightly flicked and massaged his quivering, tight pucker. With that, he could hold back no more. He felt his balls begin to tighten, his face twisted somewhere between pain and pleasure, as his orgasm rushed over him. Dylan's cock exploded all over the stall door several feet in front of him, in several thick spurts of hot teen spunk, as his hips bucked into the air. As he watched his load trickle down the door, Dylan couldn't suppress a couple of deep moans, and he prayed no one could hear him.
Weeks went by and Dylan had resolved to himself that Jason would be nothing more than his masturbatory fantasy, and he tried to be satisfied with that. He now just focused on trying to get near Jason - hoping for the chance to talk him, perhaps even shake his hand - as if to confirm that he was real. Dylan didn't dare approach him in public, fearing that his obvious crush on Jason would be revealed, his "cover" at Campden blown. He tried to be discreet in his pursuit - like a secret agent gathering intel on a target. He increased the number and length of his visits to Campden's campus, telling his parents he was working on an important project for school. He would stake out the library, the lawns nearby, and even a few of the other buildings on campus, hoping to catch a glimpse of his dream guy. He even managed to sneak out of the house to see the first football game of the season, desperate to see the finely-tuned athlete in action. He bought some shirts and a hat from the campus bookstore, so that he could blend in with the crowd - appearing to be just another random student. Armed with a pair of binoculars, Dylan watched in awe from the stands. Jason's agility, his speed, his strength, all made Dylan want him even more.
After a whole month of nearly constant "surveillance" had passed, Dylan's efforts finally paid off. Late one evening at the library, as Dylan was walking to his car, he was stunned to see Jason, his super jock, stumbling to his car, apparently quite drunk. Dylan's heart began pounding - he couldn't believe Jason was right in front of him, standing there in cargo shorts, flip flops, and a tight blue polo shirt. Dylan regained his composure and realized what was happening. Was he kidding? Was he actually trying to drive? He's insane!
"This is your chance," Dylan thought to himself as he scanned the parking lot. It was completely empty - no one in sight. He jogged up to Jason, who was now fumbling with his keys, leaning against his car - a silver BMW convertible.
"Hey, Jason! Do you really think it's a good idea for you to be driving now, man?" Dylan shouted as he approached the car.
"Hell, I'm only driving around the corner to my dorm room - I think I can handle it ... do I know you?" Jason asked, after turning to look at Dylan. Dylan realized that there was no reason for him to know his name - oops! Dylan hoped he wouldn't pick up on that.
"Oh - I'm Kyle Baxter. I'm a freshman here. Listen, man, you really shouldn't be driving. Why don't I drop you off - my car's right over there. I don't mind - really," I said, trying to hide his wild nervousness.
"No! I need my car ... because it's my car ... and I need it to be at my dorm ... because I'm gonna be at my dorm," Jason managed to say, slurring every other word.
"Ok - then why don't I just drive you home in your car. Then I can just walk back here to get my car. Seriously, you don't want to scratch that paint job, now do you?" Dylan responded, surprised at the sudden surge of confidence he was feeling.
Jason swayed and stared at Dylan for a second, appearing to size him up, this kid who just appeared out of nowhere.
"Alright - cool man. I guess you're right. Thanks. But if you wreck my car, I'll wreck you!" Jason said, smiling sheepishly.
Dylan's mind flooded with excitement. He did it! He was actually talking to Jason, and now he was going to drive him home. Jason handed the keys to Dylan and staggered around to the passenger side. Dylan unlocked the door and slipped behind the wheel.
"So where did you go tonight - must have been fun!" Dylan said, desperately trying to make conversation to extend this moment as long as possible.
"Fucking sorority party - Tri Delts - those girls are nice but they're all talk. They flirt with you and then just leave you with blue balls, damn it!" Jason said, as he absentmindedly adjusted his crotch.
Dylan looked over at him, his ultimate crush sitting right next him, as the light scent of his sexy cologne filled the air. Dylan was so turned on he could barely think. He began to feel the blood rushing to his cock, stretching the material of his underwear, causing him to squirm and shift in his seat.
"Yeah, I hear they're just a bunch of bitches," Dylan quipped, hoping to make some sort of misogynistic, straight-boy bond with him.
"Hey! Don't say that, man! I don't like that word - bitch - it's demeaning to women and it's uncalled for," Jason rasped, as he put his strong hand on Dylan's right shoulder.
Dylan was surprised, happily so, that Jason would say something like that. But all he could think about right then was Jason's hand on his shoulder. His cock began to grow larger in his shorts, and he squirmed in his seat again.
"It's just that I'm a guy, and guys get horny. And if you're a guy like me, you get really fucking horny all of the time. And it's frustrating as hell to have all these girls flirt with you, hang all over you, and then not get anything out of it," Jason said, as he removed his hand from Dylan's shoulder and started to rearrange himself again.
Dylan couldn't believe it, but it looked like Jason was getting hard! As Jason rubbed his package through his shorts, Dylan thought he could see a stiff, thick rod moving through the material. Dylan was almost drooling - and his cock was definitely drooling. He felt an increasing wetness in his tight briefs, which were straining to contain his now fully erect cock.
"Well, I find it hard to believe that you have any problem getting all the play you want," Dylan said, still staring at Jason's crotch, and Jason looked over at him curiously.
"Fuck - what the hell am I saying - shut up, you idiot!" Dylan thought to himself. He quickly tried to change the subject. "So is this the ignition key? Where's the hole .. I, I mean, where's the ignition?" Dylan asked, his heart racing.
"You know, I think I have seen you around campus." Jason said, the tone in his voice changing. "In fact, I've seen you around a lot - you always seem to be here when I'm here." Jason said, as Dylan started to sweat.
"No, uh, not really. I mean I come here to study a lot, that's all. I think I might have seen you around here, too," Dylan responded, his voice shaking. Dylan's eyes darted over at Jason, who had a strange, knowing smile on his face.
"So you're a freshman, huh? That's funny - we aren't allowed to have cars on campus until our sophomore year. But you have a car - how is that?" Jason asked.
"Oh shit - I didn't know that! Fuck! Fuck!" Dylan thought to himself, his hands shaking.
"Um .. I .. uh .." Dylan said, caught in his lie and unable to think clearly enough to come up with a valid response.
"You don't even fucking go here, do you? I thought you looked a little young to be a freshman. Who are you? What's your name - what's your real name," Jason asked forcefully.
"Dylan .. Dylan Andrews. I'm a senior at Clarksdale High," Dylan admitted, exhaling, as he closed his eyes and waited for the fallout.
"Well, Dylan, if you're in high school, why do you come here all the damn time," Jason asked, interrogating his captured spy. Dylan cringed and hoped that Jason wouldn't result to torture tactics to extract the truth.
"I, uh, I just come to the library to do research for the AP classes I'm taking at Clarksdale. That's all," Dylan answered, looking around, avoiding eye contact with his interrogator.
"But I've seen you all over campus, man - not just at the library," Jason said.
"Well, I .. umm.. I'm thinking about going here, and I .. uh .. just wanted to check out the campus," Dylan stuttered.
"Yeah, right. Sure, dude," Jason said, in a disbelieving tone.
"So ... are you gay, man? It's okay if you are - I'm not, you know, but I don't care if you are. It's cool," Jason said, nonchalantly.
"No! No - why would you think that, dude. I'm totally straight. No, I get chicks all the time. Definitely straight, man," Dylan screeched, his voice and body shaking.
"Yeah, okay," Jason said, smirking. "So I guess you're just really into the great spectator sport of Frisbee, right?" Jason said, sarcastically.
Dylan's heart almost jumped out of his chest. What did he mean? Did he notice Dylan watching him? Dylan's mind raced - he was about to get his ass kicked.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about, man. Really. Should we go now? Let me start the car," Dylan said quickly, fumbling with the keys.
Jason reached over and grabbed the keys from Dylan's hand and tossed them in the floorboard. Dylan jumped as Jason put his hand on his right leg.
"Look, man, I don't care if you were checking me out. It's cool. I'm not gonna kick your ass or anything. I'm really drunk, and horny as hell. I really need to get off, like right now, or my nuts are gonna explode. I won't even remember this tomorrow, so why don't you just go ahead and help me out with this. It'll be our little secret," Jason said, still slurring slightly.
With that, Jason unzipped his shorts and slipped them down slightly. He then pulled the waistband of his boxers down under his balls, revealing the most incredible cock Dylan had ever seen. It was thick and smooth, with a huge, mushroom head, and looked to be about 7" long, cut - and it wasn't even fully hard yet! His balls looked like two limes in their silky sack, and he had a fair amount of short, curly black pubic hair around his balls and at the base of his massive tool. Jason's shirt was pulled up slightly, and Dylan followed his treasure trail of hair as it thinned and faded out into his smooth, rock hard abs.
Dylan was in shock! His mouth was wide open, and his cock throbbed in his briefs, precum pouring out in a steady stream. Dylan couldn't believe his eyes. Was this really happening? Was he dreaming? He couldn't think straight. Was Jason asking him to suck him off?!?! Dylan's tight pucker quivered at this thought and he let out a gasp. Jason's out of control libido and drunken state must be clouding his thoughts - he's completely out of his mind! Jason began slowly stroking his super jock cock, which quickly grew harder and bigger. Dylan's mouth watered as he watched Jason's meat grow to a full thick 9 inches, the slit oozing copious amounts of precum.
"Well, man - what do you think? Can you help me out? I can tell that you want to, so don't try to deny it. Help me get off, dude. I need it really bad," Jason whispered, staring into Dylan's eyes, which were wide open.
Dylan took in the sight of Jason's fully erect manhood, the head and shaft glistening with precum under the street light, as Jason continued to stroke it slowly from the head to the base. Dylan analyzed the situation: the boy of his dreams - his god - was offering his hot jock cock up to him for service - practically begging him to suck it. How in the hell could he pass up this golden opportunity, which almost certainly would never come again? However, Dylan had no intention of becoming the next "gay panic" victim after the straight boy gets his rocks off and comes to his senses. Dylan stared back into Jason's crystal blue eyes, which, even through the drunken glaze, seemed to plead with him.
Unable to control his burning lust any longer, Dylan leaned toward Jason, nervously placing one hand on his washboard abs and the other at the base of Jason's dick. At the same time, Jason removed his own hand from his cock and grabbed the handle on the side of his seat, slowly reclining it until he was almost lying flat. Gripping Jason's dick firmly at the base, Dylan slowly brought his lips to the glistening cock head. Dylan's tongue flicked out and licked the head, savoring the salty taste of Jason's precum. Jason moaned softly. Dylan then gently took the mushroom head into his mouth, teasing the underside with his tongue, and then gently traced it further down the sensitive underside of the shaft as he took more of Jason's hot cock. Jason shivered and moaned a bit louder, arching his back slightly. Dylan took in Jason's scent, which was an intoxicating mix of his sexy cologne and his natural musky manliness.
"Yeah, man, come on - suck it. You know what to do - don't try to pretend like you haven't done this before. Suck my cock and get me off, man," Jason hissed.
Dylan didn't need to be told twice. True, he had sucked cock before - and was told he was quite good at it - but he had never had anything that came close to Jason's jock meat. Ignoring this, Dylan bravely took on the challenge before him. He released his grip on the base of Jason's dick, and began massaging his meaty balls. Then, he took a deep breath and hungrily took all 9 thick inches down his throat at once, until his nose was buried in the prickly pleasure of Jason's pubes. Dylan's desire to please his dream stud easily quelled any gag reflex that would otherwise have prevented the intrusion. Unprepared for this talented display, Jason's whole body convulsed and he screamed out in pure ecstasy.
"Oh my fucking God! Oh, fuck, dude! You swallowed my whole fucking cock! Jesus fucking Christ! Yeah, man. Oh, fuck!!" Jason yelled, moaning and grunting so loudly Dylan was afraid someone might hear him, even though the parking lot was deserted and the closest dorm was at least several hundred yards away.
As Jason squirmed in his seat, Dylan slowly pulled the jock's throbbing hot cock from his throat, leaving just the head in his mouth, and sucked it firmly for a few seconds, flicking his tongue on the underside of the head, and then quickly swallowed the entire 9 inches once again.
"Aww God!! Yeah, man! Uhh!! God damn it, dude!! Fuck!! Oh my God, you are fucking amazing dude!! How are you doing this??!? No chick has ever taken my whole cock - not even close!!" Jason screamed, as the muscles in his abs contracted wildly.
Dylan was in heaven - he too was amazed that he was able to take Jason's impossibly thick 9 incher the whole way down without choking. But then, who was he kidding? He would do absolutely ANYTHING to be right where he was now - he had the red hot cock of the Campden football team's star quarterback flexing in his throat, while his was running his hand along the taut grooves of what he now knows is Jason's perfect set of ten pack abs.
"Oh my God, I can't believe my whole cock is down your throat, dude! You are one fucking amazing cocksucker!" Jason half yelled/half moaned, in between grunts and heavy breathing.
But Dylan was just getting started. After deep-throating Jason's cock a third, then a fourth time, Dylan removed his hand from Jason's balls, which he had been tugging and pulling roughly, and grabbed his cock at the base again. He began jerking him slowly, then faster, the shaft now slick with his spit. Dylan then started to suck the head, swirling it with his tongue and flicking the underside. Jason writhed and bucked under him, moaning and grunting loudly. Dylan then began sucking Jason's cock furiously, alternating between sucking about half the length while jacking the rest, then swallowing the whole cock to the hilt. He increased his pace, devouring Jason's tool with the skill of a trained pro.
"Oh my God, dude! Oh my God! I have never had it this good before!! Please don't stop, man! Oh, yeah! Gonna blow my load real soon, man! I can't hold back much longer!! How long have you been doing this, dude?! Fuck, you're so hot!! Uhh, uhhhh!!" Jason gasped, bucking his hips wildly, thrusting his cock into Dylan's mouth.
Not wanting to take his mouth off of this jock stud's cock for a single second, Dylan responded to Jason's question only by sucking harder and faster - desperate to make Jason shoot his hot load. Dylan reveled in the fact that he was the one driving his super jock crazy - and doing it better than any of Jason's sorority bitches. Dylan was so incredibly turned on, not just by sucking Jason, but by the way Jason was reacting to his sucking. Dylan's own cock was pulsing and straining against his shorts, begging to be released, his briefs now soaked in precum.
Dylan could feel Jason getting close to popping - he was moaning louder, no longer forming words, just a series of grunts and gasps. Jason grabbed the back of Dylan's head, forcing his cock deep into Dylan's throat. Jason's hips started thrusting into him so fast and hard that Dylan had to grab onto the side of the seat to balance himself. It became apparent to Dylan that he was no longer sucking Jason - Jason was fucking the hell out of his face. As Jason's thrusting increased, he tried not to choke, but he knew that he couldn't take this punishment much longer. Mercifully, Jason was reaching his climax, his big balls beginning to throb and tighten up to the base of his cock.
"Aw, fuck, man - I'm gonna come! Fuck, uhh, uhh! You're gonna make me shoot my load right now!! Fuck!!" Jason screamed, as he suddenly pulled Dylan's head off his throbbing cock and pushed him back into his seat. Jason then took his meat in his strong right hand and began roughly jerking himself.
"No, damn it!!" Dylan thought to himself. He wanted to taste Jason's load - he wanted to feel him explode down his throat. But it was too late. With a yell, Jason began to come. He thrust his hips high in the air as his cock exploded in the biggest blast of white jism that Dylan had ever witnessed. With the convertible top down, which would have otherwise contained the spray, Jason's first two shots of jock juice arched high in the air over his head and plastered the head rest in the back seat.
"Yeah, man! Feels so fucking good! Ahh, uhh, uhhhhh, yeah!! Jason gasped, his big chest heaving, as his hips bucked uncontrollably - his cock continuing to fire stream after stream of hot cum, this time shooting out past Jason's left shoulder and onto the backseat.
Dylan was mesmerized by this spectacular scene, unable to move or take his eyes off Jason as he continued to climax for what seemed like several minutes. He wondered what it must be like to ride this amazing muscle jock - to take the jock's painfully-large manhood deep inside his tight, nearly virgin ass - to submit to the powerful, animal-like thrusting of the jock's rock hard body into his own, over and over again - to surrender himself completely, until the jock's manhood finally throbbed and erupted inside him with the same force and volume that he was witnessing. Dylan's hole spasmed and his whole body shuddered at this agonizingly hot, unattainable image - he bit his fist and dug his fingers into his thigh, just in time to keep him from shooting his own load right into his shorts without even touching himself.
Jason's orgasm finally subsided, and his cock shot one last time, landing just at his belly button (Dylan counted an unbelievable 8 studly shots in all). Jason's breathing slowed down, and he looked up at this kid who had brought him to such a riveting orgasm - by giving him the blowjob of his life. Jason stared at Dylan for a few seconds, seeming a little confused, and then fell back into the seat and closed his eyes. Jason still seemed to be a little drunk, so Dylan thought it best to get him home as soon as possible. He didn't want to stick around to find out how a sober Jason would react to what just happened.
"You know, you didn't have to pull out - I would have taken your load," Dylan whispered, wishing after the fact that he hadn't said it.
"What? You don't want my nasty load, man - fuck! Girls won't even consider doing it, and they usually get pissed when I ask!" Jason responded in a disgusted tone, pulling his seat up and trying to get himself together.
If only Jason knew how Dylan secretly hungered for it and would gladly take all he had to give. Jason grabbed a hand towel, which he sometimes used during games, from the backseat and began wiping himself off, trying to clean up what he could of his giant load - at least what was on his body and his seat - the damage to the backseat could wait. Dylan leaned over to search for the keys that had dropped into the floor board on Jason's side. After locating them, and as he was leaning back up, Dylan's arm slipped and his hand brushed against Jason's bare lower abdominals, which were still soaked in his warm, honey-like jock cum. Dylan quickly jerked his hand away and tucked it under the steering wheel.
"Oops - sorry, man," Dylan said quickly. Jason nodded, but didn't seem to notice.
"Okay - let's get you back to your dorm - what direction do I drive?" Dylan asked, hoping his slight of hand was going to work.
"Oh, you drive off to your right, and follow this road all the way to the top of the hill and take a left - my dorm is on the right," Jason said, turning away from Dylan and pointing out of the car in the other direction.
As Jason was distracted, Dylan brought his hand close to his face. His thumb, index finger, and middle finger were all coated in Jason's thick, creamy white man spunk, which was still warm - the same jock juice that, just minutes ago, Dylan had watched, in disbelief, explode from Jason's baseball bat cock in that powerful eruption, like white-hot lava. Overcome with uncontrollable lust, Dylan brought his hand to his mouth, quickly licking and sucking every drop of Jason's sweet nutsack nectar from his fingers. As Jason turned back, Dylan had removed his fingers from his mouth and was starting the car. As they drove off, Dylan savored the potency of his superjock's jism on his tongue - thick and creamy, slightly salty, not too bitter and not too sweet. He knew that he was instantly addicted, and, like any hopeless druggie, he would do anything to get some more.
Dylan pulled into the parking lot of Jason's dorm building, his mind racing trying to think of something to say to Jason. Could he see him again? Was this just an isolated drunken windfall for Dylan that would never be repeated? His still painfully erect cock surged in his shorts as he searched for the words. He pulled into a parking space in front of the dorm and turned off the ignition. Dylan turned to Jason, but before he could open his mouth, Jason pushed him down in the seat.
"Fuck! Get down!" Jason whispered. Jason quickly jumped out of the car and started walking to the dorm. Dylan heard voices and glanced up to see some jockish looking guy walking out of the building towards the car.
"Jason - what the fuck?! Where the hell did you go, ya fucker?" the dumb, jockish guy shouted, as Jason stumbled toward him, trying to ensure that he wouldn't see Dylan slumped down in the driver's seat. Jason shouted something slurred back, and the two walked back towards the dorm building.
Dylan waited in the car for several minutes, partly to make sure that the coast was clear, but also hoping that Jason would come back out. He didn't. After a few more minutes, a defeated and still-hard Dylan carefully crawled out of Jason's car. As he got out, he glanced in the back seat and caught sight of the towel Jason had used to mop up his cum shots. Dylan fought with himself for a few seconds, and then quickly grabbed the towel and took off back to the library.
Once back at the parking lot, Dylan got into his car and examined his souvenir. The towel was still wet with his superjock's sweet spunk. Feeling like a slut, but too consumed by lust to care, he brought the towel up to his face and inhaled the musky scent of his dream guy, the star quarterback, whose incredible cock he just moments ago had the unbelievable pleasure of servicing. Dylan's tongue roamed the cum-soaked towel, once again tasting the instantly- addictive essence of that muscle jock, and he knew he was mere seconds from climaxing. His cock swelled and pulsed in his shorts, and he could feel that his underwear was still soaked in precum. Unable to hold off until he could slip off his shorts, Dylan dropped the towel and grabbed his swollen cock through the material and squeezed - hard. His other hand reached down the back of his shorts, parting the globes of his ass to find his tight pucker, which submitted to the intrusion of first one, then two of his thick fingers. With the vision of the god Jason - his thrusting muscular body and 9 inch shaft blasting hot cum all over the BMW - forever burned in his mind, and the taste of that same sweet jock juice on his lips, Dylan felt the most powerful orgasm of his life take hold of him. His body wildly convulsed, his pucker tightly clamping down on his fingers, as his cock surged and exploded into his briefs, his boy juice running in a torrential current down his leg. After he finally stopped moaning, Dylan called out breathlessly to his god - his Jason.