Operation College Quarterback

By Phoenix Mountaineer

Published on Feb 5, 2005

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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 Five - Beach Mission I

Dylan's hands pressed against the cement-blocked wall of the custodian closet on the 2nd floor of Jason's dorm hall, as he stood there without a stitch of clothing on, his skin prickled with goosebumps from the cool air inside. Every muscle in his body was flexed as he braced himself against the wall, and a trickle of sweat dripped down his heaving chest. Through clenched teeth, he was trying desperately to stifle the lustful moans that were forcing their way up from his soul. Behind him was Jason, his jock idol, wearing only a pair of white socks and a baseball cap turned around backwards, and Jason was thrusting all 9 inches of his massive cock deep into Dylan's tight ass. Jason had one strong hand on Dylan's right hip and the other squeezing Dylan's left shoulder, and was pounding so hard that Dylan could hear the smacks as Jason's loins clashed against his butt.

"Oh, God, Jason! Uhh, uhh, uhhh!! Yeah, man! Oh, God!!" Dylan moaned, unable to contain himself.

"Shhhh! Come, on, man! You gotta be quiet! Someone might hear us! You wanna chew on my boxers again?" Jason whispered, in between gasps and grunts.

They knew it was risky, meeting in the janitor's closet again, and especially if they were going to fuck like this. Nevertheless, once Dylan had worked over Jason's cock, Jason just could not resist pounding Dylan's amazing little muscle butt that night and there was no where else that they could go.

"No, I'll be quiet, dude. I promise. Oh, God, Jason, it feels so good! Uhhhh!!" Dylan hissed, now taking his right hand and biting his knuckles, fighting the urge to scream Jason's name as loud as he could.

Dylan could feel Jason's thrusts getting faster - harder - tearing into his ass like a hydraulic pump. In any other circumstance, this kind of onslaught would be incredibly painful, but with Jason at the helm, Dylan could only feel blissful pleasure. All too soon, Dylan felt himself reeling over the edge, as his orgasm surged through his body. His balls churned and tightened, and his cock began spurting forth a shower of cum all over the wall in front of him. At the same moment, his ass convulsed and contracted around Jason's throbbing, pounding tool - squeezing and massaging the thick shaft and mushroom head, and dragging Jason into an incredible climax along with him.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna come, Dylan! Uhh, uhh, uhhhh!" Jason grunted, as his pulled his pulsing hot cock from Dylan's quivering hole.

Dylan spun around and leaned back against the wall, just in time to catch Jason's first blast of hot jock juice right in the center of his chest. Dylan then collapsed to his knees and opened his mouth, catching the following five white ropes in his mouth, savoring the salty sweetness of Jason's musky male essence.

Before putting on his clothes slipping out of the closet, Jason whispered the word "Ilena." As Dylan knelt in the closet, still heaving, he knew that this was the code word for the next mission. He would use this word to decode the message that Jason would leave for him in the library. That message would lead him to the next secret location where he and Jason could be together again.

Now that he and Jason were meeting together - in every way - Dylan had never felt so satisfied. He loved being taken by Jason, being with his god so completely. Still, Dylan felt that there was a rift between them that he could not explain. He longed for something more - to taste Jason's sweet lips. Dylan had stopped trying to realize this fantasy, since Jason had been so adamant that he was not "gay," and kissing was simply not a part of the deal. Dylan just resolved to take whatever small part of Jason he would give to him.

The next day, Dylan rushed through his classes at Clarksdale High. He could barely concentrate on anything but the emptiness he felt without Jason inside him. After the last bell rang, Dylan sped over to the Campden College library in the hopes of finding a message from Jason. He ran upstairs to the 4th floor, located the secret book, and flipped it open to find the message Jason had left for him. Dylan quickly scanned the crumpled note, which bore a series of random letters, and deciphered the message:

"Thursday. 4pm. Jason's dorm hall. Roof."

This seemed very strange to Dylan. Jason wanted to meet him on the roof of his dorm hall? In the middle of the day, and in broad daylight? This prospect was more than a little dangerous, though Dylan was intrigued by Jason's sudden burst of boldness.

Immediately following his last class on Thursday, Dylan raced over to Jason's dorm to meet him. The first and obvious obstacle was actually getting onto the roof of his dorm hall. After slipping inside the hall and walking upstairs to the top floor, he realized that that was no direct access to the roof. Dylan scanned the hallway and noticed an open window at the far end of the hall. He stepped up to the window and peered outside. To his relief, there was a small sill on the outside, with an access ladder attached to the wall. He carefully climbed out of the window and up to the roof.

Once on the roof, Dylan was excited to see Jason standing beside an air conditioning unit, which was roaring loudly. Dylan rushed over to meet him.

"Glad you made it. I figured we could talk up here without being overheard," Jason said, smiling as Dylan approached.

"We're supposed to do it up here? Isn't that a little risky?" Dylan asked, still a little out of breath after the climb.

"Fuck, no. Are you crazy? No, I just needed a place for us to talk so that I could explain the next meet. It's gonna be a little complicated," Jason said.

"Cool, what do I have to do?" Dylan asked, very professionally, like an agent getting his next mission.

"Ok, Dylan, here's the deal. Next weekend is Fall Break - it's always the second weekend in November, including the Friday before and the Monday after. A few buds of mine and I are gonna be driving down to Fort Lauderdale. You need to figure out a way to get down there, because I want us to meet up while we're there. You think you can get away?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, no problem," Dylan responded without really thinking about it. The thought of getting together with Jason at the beach thrilled him - he would just have to work out the logistics later.

"Ok, good. Now, you're gonna have to think of a way for us to meet up during the trip, but that's gonna be almost impossible given the situation. You absolutely CANNOT approach me or talk to me at any point. The guys are gonna be with me constantly. You should rent a hotel a few blocks away from ours. Here's the address," Jason said, as he handed Dylan a piece of paper with the hotel's name and address on it.

"Also, you should probably buy some college gear from another school, so you can blend in with all of the other college students who'll be there too. Then, once you're all set up, you've gotta come up with a way to get me away from the group - give me some kinda escape so that we can do our thing. Again, you're gonna have to be clever about it. You can't blow this, because you know what the consequences would be. Now, it's only a week away, so you had better get to planning," Jason said, smacking Dylan's ass playfully.

"Alright, Jason. I'll do what I can," Dylan said, smiling shyly, his cock now growing in his shorts from Jason's touching his tender butt.

"Cool. I've gotta dash off to practice now. Remember, you've gotta be careful or this whole thing is over - got it?" Jason said, sternly, but flashing a little of his irresistible smile as he started to walk away.

"No problem - I'll handle it," Dylan said, trying to project a confidence that was not warranted given the task ahead of him.

Dylan watched Jason step toward the edge of the roof, his muscle ass flexing in the soccer shorts he was wearing. Dylan shook his head to bring himself out of the trance he was in and collected his thoughts.

Dylan crouched there on the roof for the next hour and began methodically planning his incredible mission. Step one: Dylan had to find a way to get out of his house for the long weekend. Even though he had his heart set on attending Campden next year, he was supposed to be visiting other colleges. His parents were riding him hard to go Ivy League. He would use that - he would explain to his parents that he wants to drive up to check out a few schools in the Northeast. Luckily, he had saved up a great deal of extra cash from his summer job as a waiter at a local restaurant. He would be able to cover his hotel costs for the weekend easily. Dylan got up and crawled down from the roof, ran down the stairs out of the dorm and headed to the library.

Once at the library, he jumped online and booked a hotel room that was just five short blocks down from Jason's. Step two: If Dylan was going to blend in with the other college students, and track Jason, he would need a fake ID to gain access to the bars. Dylan immediately thought about his older brother, David, who was taking the semester off from his own college in another state, and living at home with their parents. Dylan could "borrow" his brother's ID! They looked enough alike and it should not be too much trouble to fool any disinterested doorman at the beach bars. Dylan would just slip the ID out of David's wallet the night before he leaves. When he returns on Monday, he would simply give it back to his brother saying that he "found" it in the laundry room. Also, Dylan figured he could just "borrow" a few t-shirts, a sweatshirt, and hat with David's school name on them for his "disguise." This was perfect, Dylan thought.

Dylan hit a complete roadblock, however, when he tried to come up with a way to get Jason alone with him. How in the world was he going to get Jason away from his dumb-jock friends if he could not approach or talk to Jason? Dylan decided that he would just have to assess the situation when he got down there.

When Friday morning finally came, Dylan's plan began to click into action. His parents were thrilled with the idea that he was interested in visiting other schools. They put up very little protest when he announced that he would be gone all weekend. After lifting his brother's ID and some clothes, Dylan packed up his car and headed down to Florida.

After checking into his hotel around 5pm and getting all set up, Dylan walked down the boardwalk in the direction of Jason's hotel. He was wearing a pair of David's gym shorts, a t-shirt, a hat, and a pair of sunglasses. The boardwalk was teeming with vacationers, and so Dylan easily melted into the crowd. He quickly located Jason's hotel and began his surveillance. He scanned the beach, which was almost deserted this late in the afternoon. Then, he spotted an outdoor bar about a block down from Jason's hotel. Almost immediately, he caught sight of Jason's gorgeous frame leading against the bar, surrounded by several members of the football team.

"Target acquired," Dylan thought to himself, proudly, as he sat down on one of the benches on the boardwalk to plan the next step.

How in the hell was Dylan going to get Jason away from them? They seemed to be joined at Jason's hip - like little puppies following their leader. He imagined that their sole objective this weekend was getting laid - by some poor, unsuspecting co-eds. Dylan could not talk to Jason, or even get close to him. This was a mission impossible.

Day turned to night, and Dylan still had not figured out how to make the meet with Jason happen. Giving up for the evening, Dylan began walking home to his hotel around 11.00pm. As he got a couple of blocks away from his hotel, he noticed a gorgeous young girl walking in front of him, straddled by some guy, about Dylan's height but more stocky, trying to put his arm around her and seeming to be quite intoxicated. The girl was pushing him away and seemed very irritated. As Dylan got closer, he could hear that the drunk guy was trying to get her to come home with him. She tried to walk away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him.

"Come, on, baby girl! Why don't we go check out the hot tub. We'll have a lot of fun," the drunk dude slurred, gripping her arm tightly.

"Get your hands off me, asshole! I'm not going anywhere with you! Let go!" the girl shrieked, trying to twist away from him.

An incensed Dylan jumped into hero mode and ran toward them.

"Hey, fucker! Why don't you step off and let go of the lady? It doesn't look like she's feeling ya, man!" Dylan yelled, trying to sound as tough as he could.

"Hey, why don't you mind your own God damn business, man! We're just having a little talk here!" the guy shouted, as Dylan approached.

"Well, dude, whenever I see some drunk, fat FUCK manhandling a female, I tend to make it my business!" Dylan said forcefully, the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Oh, yeah? Well, now that it's your business, why don't we see what you're gonna do about it!" the guy said, letting go of the girl, and walking towards Dylan.

The drunk guy took a swing at Dylan with his right fist, and Dylan lurched out of the way and grabbed the guy's arm with his right hand, then twisted his body and popped him in the face with the corner of his left elbow. The drunk guy staggered back, bringing his hands to his face. Then, Dylan took a step forward and kicked him squarely in the balls, dropping him like a bag of bricks.

Dylan was amazed at himself for standing up to this jerk. He always felt so powerless against his tormenters at Clarksdale High, but they seemed a million miles away right now. He felt like a completely different person.

"Are you ok?" Dylan asked the girl, who still seemed shaken.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Thank you! What a gentleman!" she said, in a sweet southern accent.

She was a smoking hot girl, Dylan observed. She was a petite 5' 2" and had long, straight blonde hair, which fell just to the middle of her back. She was wearing a tight pink tank top - which accentuated her killer rack - tight, low-slung jeans that revealed a little bit of her tiny waist, and spiky heels. Her face was blemish-free, and she only wore a little bit of makeup. She had full, luscious lips and sparkling green eyes. She was a total knock-out. If Dylan were straight, he'd be in love.

"Let's get you outta here. Are you headed this way?" Dylan asked, pointing down the boardwalk in the direction of his hotel.

"Yes, my hotel's just a few blocks down this way. Gosh, thank you so much - that was impressive. What's your name, sweetie?" she asked, as the two began briskly walking down the boardwalk.

"Dylan. What's yours?" he asked, smiling.

"Kelly. Thank God you came up when you did. That guy just wouldn't leave me alone. Who knows what he would have done if you hadn't been there. If there's anything I can do to thank you, please let me know," she said, smiling sweetly.

"Well ...actually, do you have any plans tomorrow night? Say, around 10.00pm?" Dylan asked, smiling cleverly. He had just come up with a plan.

The next night, Dylan sat on a bench on the boardwalk just outside of the open air bar near Jason's hotel. He was wearing a baseball cap pulled down low on his head, a sweatshirt and shorts, and was reading a magazine. The boardwalk was crowded with people, so he blended in nicely. He was discreetly monitoring Jason and his friends, who were sitting up at the bar drinking beer, laughing and being obnoxious. Standing against the far end of the bar holding a bottle of beer, Jason was a vision under the boardwalk lights. He was wearing a short-sleeved blue polo shirt - the same shirt he wore the very first night Dylan met him in the library parking lot. The sleeves of the shirt clung tightly to his round biceps, and his collar was flipped up (Dylan would have to tell him later that this fad was over). The back of his khaki cargo shorts did nothing to hide his gorgeous ass, as it flexed each time Jason shifted his weight. Three of his jock buds were huddled around him, drinking their beers and obnoxiously hitting on the girls around them. Dylan did his best not to stare at his god in his natural habitat.

Just then, amidst the crowd - almost deserving a "slow-motion entrance" - Kelly walked into the bar with a sexy glide, wearing a tiny, lacey black ruffled mini-skirt that sat very low on her curvy hips, a low-cut sparkling blue halter top that framed her ample cleavage and bared her mid-drift, and spiky black heels. Dylan watched as all of Jason's friends stared her down shamelessly as she walked in. He imagined that all of their cocks were beginning to swell in their boxers. This thought turned Dylan on slightly, and he, too, stiffened a bit.

Kelly walked up to the bar, and several guys near her scrambled over to buy her a drink. She ignored them and instead ordered her own drink, and then turned around and looked out over the boardwalk in Dylan's direction. She gave him a quick nod as she sipped her drink, signaling that she was in position.

The mission that Dylan had crafted was pure genius. He enlisted Kelly to serve as a decoy for Jason. She would approach Jason, flirt with him so that everyone could see, and then leave with him right in front of all of Jason's jealous, dumb-jock friends - in effect "extracting" him - so that he and Dylan could spend the night together in his hotel room.

Before filling Kelly in on all the details last night, Dylan had first tried to feel her out a little, gauging any potential homophobia. It turned out that Kelly was completely cool with the gay thing and even had a gay brother. He and Kelly then spent the rest of the night planning out their little operation.

With Kelly in position at the bar, Dylan now had to point out Jason so that she would know who to focus her attention on. Dylan knew that he could have simply told her "he'll be the hottest fucking guy in the bar," but he didn't want to risk any mistakes.

Dylan got up from the bench, and strode over the bar entrance, producing his brother's ID to gain entry. With his cap pulled low and his brother's bulky sweatshirt on, Jason didn't even recognize him when he walked right past toward the restroom. His hand low and close to his leg, Dylan discreetly pointed at Jason after walking by, and Kelly sprang into action.

By the time Dylan returned from the restroom and went back to his bench, Kelly had already infiltrated Jason's group of friends. She smiled and flirted with the guys, who were all lusting after her, but she made sure to show particular interest in Jason. She placed her hand on his arm playfully, and leaned in to whisper funny comments to him several times. Soon, Jason's friends got the message and moved to the other side of the bar to pursue other, lesser girls.

Jason later filled Dylan in on the conversation that followed:

"Well, Jason, you're really a chill guy. I wish I could say the same for your friends over there," Kelly said, frowning.

"Yeah, you know, they're generally good guys, but they just don't know how to hold their alcohol," Jason said.

"Yeah, I guess alcohol makes us do some crazy things, sometimes," Kelly said, smiling at Jason mysteriously.

"Yeah, I guess so," Jason, responded, staring at Kelly curiously.

"You know, you're really sweet. You remind me so much of a good friend of mine back home in Savannah - Kyle Baxter," Kelly said, nonchalantly, picking up her drink and taking a sip.

Jason's eyes lit up, immediately making the connection.

"Really? Is that so?" Jason asked, his face beaming.

"Yes, you two really have lot in common. Why don't we go back to my hotel so that we can discuss it in more detail without being disturbed by your fellow teammates," Kelly said, leaning in towards Jason.

"I think that's a great idea, Kelly. I'll just pay the tab and we can go," Jason said.

Dylan watched from his bench as Kelly smiled and brushed a lock of golden hair behind her ear. That was the signal. She had clued in Jason and they were about to leave. The plan worked!

Dylan jumped up from the bench, and quickly started walking back to his hotel. Back at the bar, Jason and Kelly walked out, Jason's hand on her shoulder, as his friends watched in envy.

"See ya later, guys. Don't wait up!" Jason shouted, waving as he and Kelly walked down the boardwalk towards Kelly's (that is, Dylan's) hotel.

Dylan paced in the lobby of his hotel. His plan had worked, and now he was going to spend the entire night with his dream guy. Several minutes later, Kelly walked in with Jason. When Dylan saw the two walking in, Jason's arm around Kelly, Dylan realized the fatal flaw in his plan. He just sent a hot girl to flirt with Jason, and now he expected Jason to send her off while they get it on? Despite all that they had done together, Jason was, at base, a straight college guy. If he had a girl, why would he need Dylan?

"Well, dude, you never seem to run out of clever ideas, do you?" Jason asked, smiling broadly, as he and Kelly approached.

"Well, you didn't give me much to work with this time, so I had to improvise. I'm just glad I ran into Kelly - she's awesome!" Dylan said, still uncertain about what would happen next.

"Hey, it was the least I could do after Dylan came to my rescue. You should have seen him in action, Jason. He was amazing! You've got one terrific boyfriend on your hands - I'm jealous," Kelly said, playfully punching Dylan's right arm.

"Oh, no - you've got the wrong idea, Kelly. We're not boyfriends. We're, uh, just hanging out, that's all," Jason said, looking around nervously.

"Oh, I see. Well, I guess I'd better take off. I promised my girlfriends that we'd check out this new club across town. Thanks again, Dylan. You're so sweet. Look me up sometime if you're ever in Savannah," Kelly said, as she leaned over and kissed Dylan on his cheek.

"See ya, Kelly. Email me soon!" Jason said, as they both watched her walk out of the lobby.

"Alright, slugger, which room are you in?" Jason asked, as Dylan stared back at him, half surprised and half relieved that he had let Kelly go so easily.

"I'm on the top floor, Room 1203. Let's go," Dylan said, walking towards the elevator.

Dylan could not help but feel slightly hurt at the way Jason had so abruptly denied the idea that they were "together," but, at the same time, he delighted in the fact that Jason had chosen to be with him when Kelly would have undoubtedly kept him company this evening.

Dylan and Jason stepped off of the elevator together and walked up to Dylan's room. Dylan opened the door and they both walked inside. The air was chilly from the output of the air conditioning vent near the window. The room smelled of suntan lotion and salty sea air.

"Damn, Dylan, I'm still so impressed that you managed to pull this off. Excellent way to get me out from under the guys - Kelly was a big hit, in case you couldn't tell," Jason said, pulling off his shirt.

"Well, you know I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get you to myself for a whole night, man," Dylan said, blushing.

Dylan and Jason began peeling off their clothes, the former being a little quicker about it. No sooner had Jason kicked off his boxers than Dylan had his hands on his narrow waist - feeling Jason's warmth against him. Dylan pushed Jason back and onto the bed.

"Whoa, dude! What's got into you?" Jason said, smiling as Dylan climbed on top of him.

"I guess I just missed you - that's all," Dylan said, as he feverishly began worshipping Jason's hot body.

Dylan began licking Jason's chest, spending ample time on his hard nipples and even burying his face in Jason's armpits to inhale the musky scent of deodorant and athletic power. Dylan hungrily licked around Jason's bulging biceps, feeling them with his tongue as they flexed. He then licked and nipped at the mounds of Jason's pecs, then down the ten ridges of his hard abs. Dylan then slowly made his way down to Jason's nuts - savoring each one in his mouth while running his fingers lightly along the shaft of Jason's cock, causing it to swell and stretch out, quickly beginning to grow to its full thick 9 inches. Dylan then suddenly grabbed the base of Jason's cock and took half the shaft down his throat, as Jason moaned deeply. Dylan began sucking and jacking Jason's cock with a passion - as if to light the fuse on the dynamite in Jason's balls - which would soon lead to the explosion that would rocket them both to heights of unbridled ecstasy.

"Aw, God yeah, Dylan! That feels so fucking good, man! Ummm! I wanna take that ass tonight, man. Are you gonna give it to me, dude?" Jason asked, moaning and gasping.

Dylan released his grip on Jason's cock, and Jason tried to sit up. Dylan pushed him back down on the bed.

"Stay right there - just a second," Dylan said sternly, as if taking ownership of that night's encounter.

Dylan got up and quickly grabbed the small bottle of lube he placed in the nightstand drawer. He remembered to bring plenty this time, as he had started to do on each of their visits, to ensure that Jason would give him his cock. He couldn't be sure that Jason would repeat the incredible rim job he gave him in the basement several weeks ago. He returned to the bed and straddled Jason, and dripped a few globs from the bottle into his hand. Dylan then slowly began slicking up Jason's shaft. Jason grabbed the bottle and squirted several drops onto his right hand, and then, reaching under Dylan, began massaging his tight pink pucker. Dylan moaned and began stroking Jason faster. Jason then slipped his thick thumb inside him and Dylan's cock twitched and drizzled a small stream of precum. Jason then began massaging his prostrate and Dylan gasped and pulled off.

Dylan then let go of Jason's cock and put both of his hands on Jason's chiseled chest, squeezing the huge muscles of his pecs. Dylan arched his back and rubbed his slick hole along Jason's shaft, up and down slowly, stopping momentarily at his cockhead, and then continuing back down the shaft.

"Aw, fuck, dude! Stop teasing me - give me that ass, man. Come on, let me in!" Jason moaned, practically begging as he roughly squeezed the sides of Dylan's hips.

With that, Dylan moved his hole to Jason's mushroom head, and, clenching his teeth, he pressed back forcefully until the head popped through his sphincter. The anticipation of the pleasure to come made Dylan forget the moment of pain. Then, he slowly impaled himself on all 9 inches of Jason's jock meat, until he felt Jason's pubes tickle his ass.

"Oh, yeah, man! God, I love that tight ass! Yeah, ride my cock! Uhhhh!!" Jason moaned loudly.

Dylan then began to ride Jason's cock like a champ, slamming his ass down furiously against Jason's loins. Each time he came up, Dylan clenched his ass cheeks as hard as he could, milking Jason's hard tool for the massive load he knew would soon spew forth. He squeezed Jason's pecs and strong arms, staring into his eyes, sweat trickling down his chest - dripping onto Jason and mixing with his. Dylan felt strangely dominant in that moment - perhaps still running on adrenaline from kicking the drunk guy's ass last night. Lost in an almost angry lust, he wanted to show Jason that he could give it just as fast and hard as he could take it.

"Oh, fuck, dude! Uh, uhhh! Damn, you can ride a cock! God, yeah! Uhhh!!" Jason moaned, grabbing Dylan's hips tightly.

The power dynamic soon changed, however, as Jason began to thrust upward roughly to meet Dylan. Finally, Jason took over completely and Dylan - moaning, gasping, and screaming - just held on, riding the bucking bull jock beneath him.

"Fuck, man, I'm gonna come!! Gonna shoot, dude! Oh, God! Uhh, uhhhhhh!!" Jason screamed, attempting to pull out.

Dylan refused to release his grip on Jason's cock. Dylan grabbed Jason's hands and held them down against the bed. Dylan's balls were boiling as his orgasm began to rivet through his body. He threw his head back and screamed out Jason's name over and over again as his cock pulsed and shot out onto the headboard and all over Jason's chest. As his hole clenched and contracted around Jason's shaft, Jason let out a shout as he began to erupt. Dylan reached underneath and grabbed hold of Jason's powerful thrusting ass and held him deep inside. Jason exploded forcefully inside Dylan, as Dylan's ass clamped down around him. Dylan nearly passed out as he felt Jason's incredible muscle jock load surge inside him, filling him up and warming his insides. Completely spent, Dylan collapsed onto Jason and listened to the sound of both of them gasping for air.

After their orgasms had subsided, Dylan and Jason lay there together on the bed silently, Jason still inside him. After about 20 minutes of snoozing, Dylan awoke and stared into the oceans of Jason's crystal blue eyes. Then, amazingly, Jason slowly and gently brought his full lips to Dylan's. Dylan felt electricity surge through his body as their lips touched. Jason gently sucked on Dylan's lower lip, and Dylan, Jason's upper lip. Dylan then allowed Jason's strong tongue to enter his mouth, massaging his own tongue first slowly, then more passionately. Of all of the times he had been with Jason, all of the things he and Jason had together, nothing matched the power, the sexiness, the sublime pleasure of his sweet kiss. After only a few minutes of this surreal bliss, Jason stopped and pulled his lips away.

"I, uh, I gotta take a shower, man," Jason said softly.

Jason leaned up and pulled Dylan off of him, gently sliding his cock from his ass, and got up from the bed. The barrier between them had gone back up. Jason slowly walked towards the bathroom.

Dylan closed his eyes and leaned back onto the bed, as he heard the shower turn on. He felt so close to Jason in that moment as their tongues touched, but Jason was still miles away from him. The feeling was so incredible, so intense - but so painfully brief. Dylan struggled not to let a tear slip from one of his blue eyes.

"Hey, Dylan? Could you come here a sec - I need your help with something," Jason called out to him.

Dylan leapt off of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. Standing near the sink, Dylan saw his jock idol completely naked in all his glory, as the water from the shower sprayed down, the room starting to fill with steam. The sight of Jason's muscled ass through the mist made him weak in the knees, and his cock began to thicken.

"Hey, I might need some help getting all clean here. Do you mind?" Jason asked, smiling coyly, as he turned around to reveal his thick 9 inches standing at full attention.

Dylan didn't need to be asked twice. He stepped over to Jason and they both got into the shower. Though he attempted it, Jason would not let Dylan kiss him again. However, he put up no objection when Dylan began licking his chest and arms, sucking and biting his neck and his nipples as the warm water trickled down their bodies. Dylan knelt down and took Jason's hard tool into his mouth, sucking gently, then forcefully. Jason then reached down under Dylan's arms and picked him up. Dylan was once again amazed at the brute strength of his super jock. Dylan wrapped his legs around Jason's waist, and put his arms around Jason's strong shoulders. Jason pressed Dylan's back against the side of the shower. Warm water rushed around them. Jason began biting and sucking on Dylan's neck - surely this was going to leave a mark. Dylan felt Jason's thick shaft brush past his pucker, still slick with Jason's load, teasing him the same way Dylan had in the bedroom. Then, suddenly, Jason moved his hips, and Dylan felt his cockhead at his quaking hole, still sore from the pounding it had received less than an hour ago. All of a sudden, Jason thrust his hips upward and Dylan was instantly impaled on all 9 inches of jock meat once more.

"Uhhh! Oh, God, Jason! Yeah, man! Give it to me again! Yeah, fuck me!! Oh, God!!" Dylan screamed, grasping Jason's big biceps and burying his head into the side of Jason's neck.

Jason began pounding Dylan's butt relentlessly, slamming him against the shower wall and causing water to splash all around them. Dylan's hard cock raked against Jason's washboard abs, and Dylan knew that he was not going to be able to last long.

"Yeah, man, you like it? You like my big cock, don't you? Yeah! Uhh, uhhh, uhhh!!" Jason grunted, through his clenched teeth.

Dylan watched over Jason's shoulder as his muscle ass flexed with each powerful thrust. This wonderful sight was too much for Dylan and all too quickly, he felt himself hurtling towards orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, Jason! I'm gonna come! Oh, Jason! Yeah! Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!!" Dylan screamed, biting into Jason's neck hard.

Dylan's hole spasmed around Jason's thrusting cock as his dick erupted onto Jason's flexing abs, only to have the warm water wash away his boy jism after each shot. Seconds later, Dylan felt the muscles in Jason's arms and shoulders tense up and with a roar Jason exploded into Dylan for the second time that night.

After toweling off, Dylan and Jason returned to bed and got under the covers. Dylan cuddled up next to him, laying his head on Jason's chest. Dylan reveled in the warmth generated by Jason's body - which was like sleeping with a heated blanket. After a few minutes, Dylan looked up and gazed at his dream guy, who was breathing steadily. Dylan's mind was a blur with the thoughts of all they had done that night. He felt closer to Jason than ever before - not merely because Jason had emptied his manly essence deep inside him, but because of the soulful kiss they had shared - at Jason's initiation. Did it mean as much to Jason as it did to Dylan?

"Jason?" Dylan whispered softly. But he was sound asleep.


Next: Chapter 6


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