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 Two - And So It Begins:
The sun burned through the windows of Dylan's bedroom as he awoke the next day, his briefs stretching against a raging morning erection. As he rubbed his eyes, the events of the night before came rushing back to him. Had he really sucked off Jason Slater, the star quarterback of Campden College, in the parking lot of the library? It must have been a dream. He sat up in his bed and looked down beside his nightstand and saw the stained hand towel, which had been used to clean up only some of Jason's gallon-size load. Dylan's heart began to race. Then, he glanced over and on the floor next to the laundry basket he saw the pair of shorts and briefs that had been soiled by his own explosion sitting his car after blowing Jason.
"I happened! Oh my God, it really happened!" Dylan whispered to himself as he sank back down into the bed.
His cock began to ooze precum as he slipped down his briefs. He grabbed his stiff 7 inches, spreading the juice down the shaft, and began jerking himself forcefully. He closed his eyes and recalled the vision of Jason's body under the street light - his tight abs contracting, his round bicep flexing as his hand gripped his 9 inch tool - made slick by Dylan's sucking - his hot cum spraying out onto the back seat, shot after shot.
"Oh God, Jason! Yeah! Uhh, uhhh" Dylan gasped, thrusting his hips off of the bed as his cock shot out several blasts of cum high in the air and back down onto his face and chest.
"Oh, Jason ... I've got to see him again - touch him again," Dylan whispered to himself, as he gasped for air. But first, he had to clean up his cum-stained sheets and clothes before his mother saw them. How the hell would he explain all of this?
After wiping himself off and stashing the dirty sheets and clothes in his laundry basket, Dylan headed to the shower. He had to be at school in less than an hour, but the last thing on his mind was class work - especially at that hell hole of a high school - Clarksdale High. Sitting down to breakfast with his parents, he recalled how easy it was to explain his lateness last night. They seemed to buy his "fell asleep in the library" story with little question. If they only knew what he had really been up to.
Dylan couldn't focus at all during school that day, despite his best efforts. He walked through the halls in a trance - the intermittent taunts and insults from the block- headed bullies seemed so far away, like faint whispers. As the hours crept by, all his thoughts came back to Jason. His cock was in a state of nearly constant erection, trapped in the confines of his jeans and aching for release. He couldn't wait to get back to the library to see if he could spot his god again. Would he remember their secret encounter? Was there a chance that they could repeat that incredible night in the parking lot of the library? During lunch, the memories of sucking his jock stud to climax became too much to bear, so he ducked into the men's room to beat off, hoping to quell his desire at least for the moment. He didn't care that several guys came in during the process - he just bit down on several fingers and tried to muffle the groans as his cock spewed hot boy juice for the second time that day.
Finally, the bell rang signaling the end of his last class. He rushed out of school and jumped into his car, speeding off to Campden College campus. As he pulled into the parking lot of the library, he tried to calm himself down, remembering the importance of maintaining his "cover" as a student at the college. He walked inside and plopped his backpack down on a table in front of the library, thinking that this would be the best location for the first stakeout of the day. As his eyes scanned the library relentlessly, the minutes passed into hours, with still no sight of Jason.
Finally, the doors of the library opened and Jason strode in. Dylan's heart stopped - he couldn't breathe. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Jason walked past Dylan sitting at the table, but didn't stop - he didn't even blink in Dylan's direction. There wasn't the slightest glimmer of recognition in Jason's eyes. Dylan was crushed. Had he completely forgotten their secret encounter? Jason was pretty smashed last night. But the experience they shared was so powerful - how could he have completely forgotten? Maybe it was that he did remember, and just wanted to forget it. Dylan's thoughts raced through his head as he searched for the answers. This can't be the end.
Weeks went by and Dylan couldn't stop thinking about that night. Jason consumed his thoughts during the day and his dreams at night, the latter causing a few embarrassing nocturnal emissions that he had not experienced since he was in junior high. Dylan began jerking himself off constantly, sometimes three or four times a day - at home, in the library restroom, at school - thinking about his night with Jason and desperately hoping to be with him again. He continued his "surveillance" at Campden, and saw Jason numerous times, but Jason never acknowledged him. Dylan toyed with the idea of simply walking right up to Jason and saying hi, but he feared the dreadful consequences. If Jason didn't remember, he would undoubtedly be horrified if Dylan reminded him. If Jason did remember, he probably wished it had never happened, and would feel threatened by Dylan's presence. Either scenario seemed to conclude with Dylan getting the shit kicked out of him. Dylan was completely paralyzed.
Dylan tried to move on, now visiting the library only when necessary. Seeing Jason almost every day tortured him. He forced himself to simply accept that what happened between them was a once in a lifetime, freak occurrence, and would not happen again. Dylan would have to be satisfied with the wonderful memory alone.
Then, one Wednesday afternoon, when the library was relatively empty, Dylan was studying in a carrel, this time actually doing schoolwork. He was intently focused on a poem he had been assigned to write about, when a folded piece of paper dropped onto his desk. Puzzled, he looked up to see none other than Jason walking by! Jason didn't break his stride for a second, nor did he even turn around to look at Dylan. Dylan carefully opened the note, which read: "Men's room, 4th floor, 5 minutes. Bring this note."
Dylan's heart started pumping. What was this? Was it a trick? Filled with anxiety, Dylan waited a few minutes, then quickly walked upstairs to the restroom as instructed, which was in a secluded part of library - the same restroom in which Dylan more than once had jerked himself when thoughts of Jason had overtaken him and he just couldn't wait until he got home. As he approached the restroom, Dylan took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked inside. Jason was standing by the sink, looking as incredibly sexy as ever, with a sternness in his crystal blue eyes.
"Alright, dude, we don't have much time, so just listen," Jason said, grabbing the note from Dylan's hand. "I want to talk to you about what happened a few weeks ago - in the parking lot."
"Oh, shit," Dylan thought. Jason had remembered - and now he was going to kick his ass. Should he turn and run out? No, Jason would just run after him. Dylan decided to face him and try to talk his way out.
"Oh, I thought you had forgotten about it - you were so wasted. Listen, man, I didn't ..." Dylan started to say, shaking.
"Forget, dude? Are you kidding? That was the best blowjob I've ever had. No girl has ever been able to do what you did for me. That's why I've brought you here. I want it to happen again, but before we do, we have to set up a strict set of rules, so listen up," Jason said forcefully.
Dylan's mind was reeling. He couldn't believe Jason had contacted him this way! Not only had he remembered everything that happened that night, but he wanted it again! Dylan stood just feet away from Jason, unable to move.
"Now, like I said before, I'm not a fag, man. You need to understand that. I'm just a horny guy who likes getting his dick sucked, and I want to take advantage of your talent. But, as much as I want that, I can't risk being caught - I would lose everything, and I'm not about to let that happen. Everything we do has to be top secret. We will not acknowledge each other or be seen together in public. Period. We can't email, IM or call, either - there's way too much of a risk that someone will overhear or find the emails. Also, I can't risk any notes like this being found," Jason said, ripping up the note he gave Dylan and tossing it in the trashcan.
"So, we're going to communicate through coded messages. How much do you know about codes?" Jason asked.
Dylan smiled slightly and nodded that he knew a little. He was currently obsessed with a certain ass-kicking spygirl show on TV, so this idea thrilled him. He lived for secret codes. He often thought about working for the CIA someday.
"Ok, cool. Here's how it's going to work. I'm going to write a message to you in alphabetic cipher text. The message will appear as just a random series of letters. A code key word, which will change with each message, will unlock the cipher text. You place the code key at beginning of the alphabet, lining up the letters, and then match up the remaining letters of the alphabet. For instance if the code key is "cat" you line up the letters c, a, and t with the first letters of the alphabet, so that c=a, a=b, t=c, and then you pick back up with the remaining letters, in order, so that b=d, d=e, e=f, and so forth. Then, you decipher the message using that sequence. You follow me?" Jason asked.
Dylan nodded yes. He was familiar with this fairly basic code sequence.
"I'll put the messages at the 47th page of a book on the 4th floor," Jason said. He then rattled off the name and author of an obscure book that Dylan guessed had not been checked out in 20 years.
"You should check the book at least once a day, at some point after two o'clock in the afternoon. The messages will detail the time and place of the next meet. You MUST decipher the message in your head and memorize it - do not write down what the message says, or this whole process is worthless. Then, at the end of each meet, I'll give you the code key for the next message," Jason said.
Dylan was teeming with excitement. An incredible blend of emotions and thoughts swept over him: the mental challenge, the sexual tension, the hint of danger, and, of course, the anticipation of being with Jason again. It was the most thrilling experience of his life.
"You should dress so that you won't stand out - pick up some t-shirts, a hat and stuff from the bookstore so you can pass as a student," Jason said. Dylan nodded, knowing that he had already completed that step.
"You're gonna have to think quickly and be resourceful in getting to the places for our meets. You'll have to be clever - it's not gonna be easy. I won't be there to help you if you run into problems, and you absolutely CANNOT contact me. Most importantly, you need to understand that if you fuck up and get caught, I will deny ever knowing you, and you can be sure that people will take my word over yours, hands down. Now, can you handle this?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, no problem. I can handle it," Dylan responded confidently. "So - what's the code key for the first message? Dylan asked.
"Bristow," Jason said.
Dylan smiled, surprised and wildly happy that Jason had made that reference. They clearly liked the same TV show. Jason then put a strong hand on Dylan's shoulder and smiled wickedly.
"If we do it right, this is gonna be a lot of fun, Dylan ... or, should I say - Kyle?" Jason said sarcastically, recalling the alias Dylan had given him that night in the parking lot.
Dylan smiled and giggled under his breath. Just then, there was movement at the restroom door as a guy walked in. Jason spun around and sauntered up to a urinal. Dylan stepped over to the sink and started washing his hands. And so began Dylan's secret mission.
The next day, Dylan, almost delirious with anticipation, sped over to the library as soon as class was over at 3.00pm. Trying to contain his excitement, he went upstairs to the book Jason had named, and, making sure no one was looking, pulled it off the shelf. He then flipped to the 47th page, and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Just as Jason said, the note contained a series of random letters. Dylan took the message down to his table at the library and began decoding the message in his head, using the word "Bristow" as the code key. The deciphered message read: "Friday. Eleven pm. Jason's dorm hall. Second floor. Custodian closet." Jason then tore up the note and tossed it in a garbage can. Tomorrow - Dylan would finally get to be with Jason again, tomorrow.
Friday crept by at an excruciating pace. Luckily, he didn't have any tests or quizzes that day, or he most surely would have failed. Concentration was at its absolute lowest. After school, Dylan went to the gym and worked out, then took a long run, which helped to ease his tension somewhat. He was now mere hours from his meet with Jason.
At home that evening, Dylan struggled to behave normally around his parents so that they wouldn't be suspicious. Thankfully, they turned in for bed around 10.00pm, so that put Dylan right on track for his covert departure at 10.30pm. He quietly snuck out of the house and got into his car, which he had conveniently parked out on the street. He released the parking brake and let it glide for 20 yards or so before starting it up. He then quickly drove off to Campden College and pulled into the parking lot of Jason's dorm building, his heart racing. Wearing a baseball cap and toting a backpack, he walked up to the front door of the dorm hall and pulled. It was locked!! How the hell was he supposed to get in - you need a college ID card to enter all of the college dorms!
Dylan looked around and thought for a second. Just then, he saw someone inside coming down the stairs. He quickly stepped back away from the door and pretended he was just walking up. A guy pushed the door open, and Dylan walked in past him.
"That wasn't too hard," Dylan thought to himself.
Dylan quickly slipped up a flight of stairs to the second floor, walking past several dorm rooms until he found a janitor's closet. Looking to his left and his right, he twisted the knob. Of course, it was locked!
"Fuck! What the hell am I gonna do now??" Dylan asked himself.
Then he remembered what Jason had told him. He would have to be clever and resourceful. Dylan thought for a second. He opened his backpack - searching frantically. There had to be a way to pick the lock. Then, he saw it - a large metal paper clip attached to an essay he was writing. He pulled it off, opened it up, and twisted it back and forth. It snapped into two pieces, which he then bent into L shaped picks. Dylan had seen people pick locks on TV a hundred times before, how hard could it be?
Dylan inserted first one piece, and then the second, using a technique that he had seen on a Discovery channel show about locksmiths. After several minutes of poking and prodding, nothing was happening. Suddenly, Dylan heard voices coming down the hall toward him.
"Shit!" Dylan gasped, and he quickly pulled the paper clip pieces from the lock and stepped away from the door.
Dylan pulled out his keys and walked up to the door of a dorm room beside the closet, praying that no one was home. Two guys walked down the hall and brushed past him, not seeming to notice or care that he was there. As they disappeared around the corner, Dylan exhaled and returned to the door. He slipped the two pieces of his improvised lock pick back into the knob, and tried once more to unlock it.
Several more minutes passed by, and, just as he was about to give up, the lock clicked and he tried the knob. It worked! Hell yeah! Impressed with his new-found skill, Dylan pulled the door open and slipped inside.
He waited in the dark quietly, but very impatiently, for what seemed like hours. Then, he heard footsteps at the door, heard the knob turn, and a tall shadow slipped into the closet with him. As Dylan's eyes adjusted to the darkness, Jason's beautiful figure appeared before him. Dylan could see that Jason was wearing a tight t-shirt, gym shorts, flip flops, and a baseball cap turned around backwards. The light bleeding in from under the door allowed him to make out Jason's strong features in the small room.
"Nice work, man. I realized after I left the note that they keep this door locked. I guess you have many talents," Jason whispered softly, smiling.
"Nah, it was easy," Dylan whispered, as he slowly moved towards Jason.
Desire began to burn deep inside Dylan's loins, as he nervously placed his hands on Jason's narrow waist - his skin was tight, smooth and warm. Dylan's thumbs traced the muscled grooves of Jason's lower abs, which formed a deep V - pointing toward his manhood. Jason slid his t-shirt up slightly, and then pulled his shorts down to his mid thigh, releasing his thick cock and heavy nutsack. Dylan leaned in and gently kissed Jason's perfect ten pack, just above his belly button, relishing the slightly salty taste on his tongue. He then began kissing and licking slowly upward, hoping to bury his face in Jason's chiseled chest, but Jason stopped him.
"Come on, man - just suck me off. Quick, we don't have much time," Jason hissed.
Jason placed his hands firmly on Dylan's shoulders near his neck, massaging them and guiding him down to his knees.
"Here we go," Dylan thought to himself, as he kneeled before his god, the hottest guy he had ever known.
Jason's cock wasn't fully hard yet - only about 6 and a half inches long and still relatively soft. Dylan grabbed it at the base with his right hand and took the head into his mouth. He sucked it gently, swirling his tongue along the underside, then flicking it playfully. Jason gasped, and his cock pulsed and started to expand, treating Dylan to a dribble of his delicious precum. Dylan then grabbed Jason's muscled thighs and deep throated the entire length of his cock, pressing his nose into Jason's pubes so he could inhale that intoxicating, masculine scent. As Dylan sucked, Jason quickly grew thicker and larger in his mouth, until the full throbbing 9 inches had extended down his throat.
"Ohhh, fuck yeah, man! Take my whole cock - just like you did last time! Hell yeah, that's so good! Ohhhh, yeah!" Jason moaned, trying to restrain himself.
As Dylan furiously sucked his cock, he ran his hands up Jason's abs, feeling them contract and flex, and then further up to worship the mounds of his pecs, massaging the thick flesh, and fingering his erect nipples. When Dylan started to pinch and tweak them, Jason gasped and moaned louder and then began thrusting his hips. Dylan reached his hands around to Jason's arched back, and down to the firm, muscular globes of his ass - so smooth and tight - and felt them as they flexed with each thrust.
The harder Dylan sucked, the faster Jason began to thrust against him. Dylan took his cock deep down his throat, then pulled it halfway out while jacking it at the base. Jason brought his fist to his mouth and bit down in an attempt to quiet his moaning and grunting. It suddenly hit Dylan that Jason was stone-cold sober - not drunk off his ass like last time. The haze of alcohol wasn't driving Jason to let this high school kid suck him off - he wanted Dylan to blow him, and Dylan was only too happy to oblige.
It wasn't long before Dylan had worked his star quarterback to the verge of climax. Dylan pulled and tugged at the jock's big balls, which were beginning to tighten up against his body. Jason tried to pull himself out of Dylan's mouth, but Dylan grabbed his ass and pulled him back in, refusing to be denied Jason's explosion of muscle boy cum twice.
"No, dude, I'm about to blow .. uh, uhh .. gonna shoot it .. oh, fuck! Uhh, uhhhh!" Jason hissed.
Dylan ignored Jason's warning, squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling him closer as Jason tried to pull back. With one hand steadying himself against the wall and the other in his mouth to keep from crying out, Jason had no free hands to push Dylan away. Already over the edge, Jason stopped resisting and thrust his hips forward as a powerful orgasm rocked his body. His cock pulsed and exploded furiously, sending three rapid shots of searing-hot cum straight down Dylan's throat. Jason stifled deep moans and grunts, as his knees began to buckle. Dylan then allowed his cock to slide out slightly, and took the next three blasts in his mouth, desperate to savor the silky sweet taste on his tongue. After two more shots, Dylan's mouth was full. Though he swallowed as fast as he could, Jason's massive load proved too much to take, and a few globs slid past his lips and down his chin.
"Oh my God, dude! Fuck, you are so fucking amazing! Damn - I can't believe you took my load, dude - right down your throat! No girl has ever let me do that, man. Jesus - it felt so damn good to shoot in your mouth! Fuck!" Jason whispered, breathlessly.
"Whatever you want Jason - you know I'll do anything," Dylan said, licking his lips, drunk on his super jock's spunk, and not thinking about what he was saying.
Jason snapped back to reality, and pulled up his shorts. He pushed past Dylan, who was still on his knees on the floor, and reached for the closet door.
"The next code key is "Vaughn,"" Jason whispered back to Dylan, before opening the door and quickly slipping out.
In the darkness of the closet, Dylan wallowed in the exhilarating fullness he felt in having drained the quarterback's cock - he felt so complete knowing Jason's masculine essence was surging inside of him. Jason seemed to be a part of him now: flowing through his veins, touching his soul. Dylan's body tense with a fiery lust, he ripped down his shorts and pulled out his own throbbing, dripping cock, which had been begging to be touched. Still on his knees, he grabbed it tightly around the head and began slicking the shaft with precum. He then took his other hand and wiped Jason's hot jizz from his chin with two fingers. Reaching behind himself and bending forward slightly, Dylan then pressed his fingers to his exposed tight pucker. He massaged the quivering pink ring, spreading Jason's warm spunk around it before plunging both fingers deep inside. As those few drops of Jason's load slid into his spasming hole, Dylan felt his own orgasm boil inside his balls, and seconds later his dick jerked and started firing ropes of cum onto the wall of the closet. Moaning and gasping, his hips bucking forward, Dylan wondered if his fingers might ever one day be replaced by Jason's massive manhood. Barely able to comprehend this thought, Dylan collapsed down onto the floor, panting and heaving, and whispered a silent prayer to his god.