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Dorm Encounters XIV: Down By the Riverside
Introduction:
Near the main part of campus, mostly hidden by a grove of tall northern pines, is a small river that runs along the edge of campus boundaries. I have found this to be one of the few places on campus where I can go to be by myself and think. More often than not, I am the only person there and the solace and peace there is more than pleasurable.
There have been times when I was not there alone, though. One time in the middle of the spring, I decided late one night that I needed some peace and quiet and headed across campus to the river.
Upon arriving there, I sat down high up above the river and sat, staring at the water lazily wash by. Thinking I was alone, I lay back and began to hum softly, truly relishing the quiet night. Suddenly, my ears picked up a low moan coming from the sandy beach along the riverfront. I sat up and looked down. There, kneeling in the sand, was a young boy, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, oblivious to my presence. He was moaning softly and appeared to be swaying in the sand. I began to become very interested and watched him closely. As my eyes adjusted to the moonlit beach, I realized that he was rubbing his crotch with both hands. I immediately became interested.
As his caresses got more intense, he unzipped his pants (I heard this more than I saw it) and he began making love to his young cock with earnest. Still oblivious to my presence, he laid back in the sand until I could see his stiff cock arching from his small pubic thatch. He was running his hands all over his naked chest with one hand, pausing to tweak his nipples. His other hand was busy bringing pleasure to his cock and balls as it roamed from one another in a causual but intense way.
He moved both hands to his cock and began thrusting his hips into the air as he beat himself furiously, and shortly thereafter, an enormous arc of semen flew from his cock and arched back, hitting him square in the face. He came for some time, each spurt carefully aimed at his face until he could come no more. He caressed his softening cock with one hand and wiped his face with the other, licking the cum from it as he did so.
He then lay there in the sand, breathing heavily until he regained his composure, dressed and walked down the beach towards town.
I never saw the boy again, but was so moved by his display that I beat myself to a furious climax right there on the spot.
The Story Itself:
Several nights ago, I found myself sitting at my desk staring at some boring text book or another, wishing I was anywhere but where I was. Lost in a daydream that most likely was sexual, I was suddenly jolted out of my reverie by a knock at the door. I said, "Come in!" and was surprised to see Stan, one of the residents from upstairs standing at the door. We had made friends with each other through class more than through living in the same building, and though we knew very little about each other, I had always hoped we could develop the friendship a little more.
"What are you doing studying on a beautiful night like this, Andrew?" he asked.
"I have no plans for the evening and thought I would get a little work done. Doesn't seem to be progressing very well, though, I must admit. What's up with you?"
"About the same. I've been working on that assignment for Dr. Schiller for hours now and have made no progress. Thought I would stop by for a chat since we've been saying for months that we wanted to chat about non-class stuff."
"Cool. Pull up a chair. Want a coke?"
"No thanks. Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk. It's such a beautiful night and it seems a shame to waste it inside!" Stan commented.
"Done!" I cried, slipping into some comfortable walking shoes. "Where to?"
"How 'bout down to the river. The moon looks pretty inviting down there, you know."
"I thought the river was a well kept secret. You've been there?" I asked.
"Yep. Been there a couple of times. Never anyone around, you know."
We headed out the door and took off across the campus. We talked as we walked and slowly divulged a lot of personal information as we walked. I kept pace with him and as we walked, I began to study him carefully. The more I saw, the more I liked. He was six feet easily, maybe taller and had very soft skin. The moonlight cast beautiful shadows on his body as he walked and I thought that I caught a glimpse of a pretty full basket. His face was one of classic Greek features, chiselled, manly, masculine. His curly dark hair cascaded over his brow and spilled down the nape of his neck in a subtle but wild array. Truly, this was a handsome man.
We arrived at the river. Now, there are two ways to get to the beach. One is to slide down on your ass, the other is to run and hope you can stop at the beach before you plunge in the icy water. We opted for the first choice and bounced laughingly down the embankment. We arrived in somewhat of a heap at the bottom and sat down on the beach, about six feet from the water's edge. We talked about a lot of things for the next couple of hours, and we edged closer together as the air got nippier. After a somewhat long pause as we each reflected on what we had been talking about, I could stand it no more and put my hands on his face, drew him close to me and kissed him lightly on the mouth. I jumped up and walked over to the water's edge and stood there, facing away from him.
"I'm sorry, Stan. I don't know what came over me, man. I just had to do that." I said, still not looking at him.
After a few seconds, I heard him get up and approach me. He put his arms around me and drew me close to him and said, "Don't be sorry, I want this just as much as you do, Andrew."
I turned to him, somewhat puzzled and said, "But I thought you didn't go for guys!"
"So did I, but spending the last few hours with you has made me want to do this so badly I can't stand it, man." With that he planted his mouth over mine and began kissing me, lightly at first and then deeply, searching my mouth with his tongue as if on a life-threatening quest. We kissed for several long delicious moments until we were both shaking.
I stepped back for a second and he turned his back to me, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. He dropped his shirt in the sand and kicked his shoes off. Then, still with his back to me, he dropped his shorts revealing that he was not wearing underwear. I looked at him standing there in the moonlight, and was awestruck. This man was god-like! If Michaelangelo had a model for his "David," this would have been him: strong muscular legs and thighs, rich full arms, incredibly manly hands and feet, and tight round buttocks.
He stood there for several minutes, as if not knowing what to do. I walked up to his back and knelt down behind him, grabbing his asscheeks in my hands. I pushed my nose into his crack and inhaled deeply, enjoying the manly scent emmanating from his body. I pulled his cheeks apart and stuck the tip of my tongue to his rosebud. I pulled it off quickly and repeated this action, poking my tongue in and out of his hot little hole until he was moaning.
I flipped him around and saw his cock for the first time. It was long, thick and hard, sticking out of his dark pubic bush defiantly. I licked the head slowly and teasingly, drawing little whimpers and moans from him as my tongue glided back and forth. I took his cock in my hand and rammed it slowly down my throat, drinking him in and loving the feel of my tongue running down the length of it as I swallowed him.
He grabbed my head and pushed and pulled it on and off his cock. I could tell he was close, and withdrew, gasping for breath. I stood and quickly shed my clothes joining him in nakedness.
We embraced awkwardly at first, our thick turgid cocks pressed between us as we kissed deeply. We ran our arms up and down each other's backs, and explored each other as we did so. Our pelvises ground together causing our cocks to slide against each other deliciously. As we continued to search each other's mouths with our tongues, the friction of our cocks caused them to wiggle together, and soon we were spraying our loads between our heaving bellies, tongues still battling to show our feelings towards each other.
With deep sighs, we pulled apart and laughed as we saw the rivers of semen running down our chests and legs into the sand. We rubbed our hands on each other, cleaning up a bit and let each other taste the combined loads from our fingertips. We kissed again, deeply, and sat down in the sand, fondling each other and quietly sharing the moment.
A slight mist began to fall, and we dressed each other leisurely, kissing and touching as we went, until the mist became rain and we began walking, arm in arm, back to the dorm.
Arriving there, we went to my room and continued our lovemaking well into the next morning. By morning, I had convinced him that male-male sex was the only way to go. Our cocks and asses were happy, but sore.