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THE AMBER FEELING -----------------
The white lines sped by faster and faster. Looking ahead Jeff could see the well lit highway stretching for miles. The jeep wagoneer plowed through the thin, cold air, it's body trembling as it steadily progressed closer to its destination. It was around 1AM when his headlights first reflected off the College Park sign, and Jeff relaxed knowing that soon he would be with Peter. He had been thinking about Peter all day. Sitting in class had been torture. He ached with longing to wrap himself around Peter. He desperately desired him. Peter had occupied his thoughts completely leaving no room for responsibilities that Jeff knew he had. Only one thing was important, to satisfy himself and to make Peter love him.
Leaving New York City about four hours earlier, Jeff stopped at Ray's Pizza on 11th Street and 6th Avenue. Keeping an eye on his car, he rushed into the crowded pizza parlor and ordered 2 pies. His body trembled and he couldn't sit still. Jeff was thinking about how irresponsible he was being, blowing off his work for the weekend and driving down to Philadelphia. Sure he had two papers to write and a lot of reading to do. Jeff wanted to see Peter, however, and the desire to get high and make love overpowered his sense of responsibility. The pies came. Securing the boxes on the front seat, the intense smell of pizza quickly filled the car and fogged the windows. Luckily Jeff had bought a slice on the side, and as Jeff began to drive away, Jeff attempted to eat it while driving with one hand. Jeff held a can of coke between his thighs, with a straw protruding through the top. The constant thoughts of Peter had long since worked their effects into Jeff's groin. His never ending hard on ached with such intensity that it was all he could do to stay on the road. The cold from the can of coke pressing against his inner thighs helped to reduce his aching membrane to something tolerable, but all he could think about was releasing the pressure in the innards of Peter's body.
The miles continued to speed by. Every so often the blip from his radar detector would cause him to involuntarily ease off the accelerator, only to floor it again within a few minutes. The miles passed into the void of blackness that enveloped the road.
The exit quickly approached. As Jeff slowed to take the curve, he recognized the gas station across the road. Jeff had stopped there with Peter once to fill up his car. His heart began to beat faster as he drove the last few miles to campus. Everything was familiar now. Jeff had been there only about 3 times before, but he only felt really good about himself when he was with Peter, and so he had memorized everything about Peter's environment. There was dip in the road just after the McDonalds, and his trucks' springs squeaked, telling him to slow down. The pressure in his groin had built up to a high again, and Jeff only responded by speeding up.
In a matter of seconds Jeff came to a curve and a red light. "Fuck it," Jeff thought as he sped through it. It was 1:30AM, the area was deserted, and no one was going to stop Jeff now. Jeff was on a roll. Within moments he rolled up to Denton Hall, where Peter lived, and parked directly in front. Denton was a red brick building, about 9 stories tall, situated next to a large open parking lot with many tall lamp posts at even intervals. It was a cold and damp night. There was a moist fog in the air, and the bright flood lights from the parking lot cast eerie shadows and streaks of light through the wet air. The moist air mingled with Jeff's cold sweat and formed a sweet acrid smell, which excited Jeff.
Inside the large lobby Jeff felt comfortable. The pizza's he had bought in New York City were still warm, and he rushed to the elevators, quickly pressing the fourth floor button. On the fourth floor, Jeff turned left, passed through a set of doors and going around the corner he came quickly to Peter's door. Standing in front of the door, Jeff knocked loudly and opened the door, announcing "Pizza Delivery!", as he entered.
Peter looked up from his couch. "Holy Shit," he exclaimed leaping up in surprise. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Jeff told him to forget about school for the weekend, and that he was here to enjoy and help relieve some tension.
"I can't believe you're here," he told Jeff. "I've missed you so much!" Jeff couldn't help glancing down at Peter's cock. He could see that it was beginning to get hard, and he wanted so desperately to chuck the pizza's on the floor, grab Peter, strip him naked, and make passionate love to him all night long.
Glancing around the room, Jeff saw that it was rectangular, about 12 feet by 18 feet. There were two beds balanced on dressers that were about 5 feet high. The beds were at 90 degree angles to each other and fit snugly into the far corner of the room.
By now Peter had also seen the bulge in Jeff's pants.
"Don't worry," Peter exclaimed, "my roommate is out for the night with this girl he likes. I missed you so much."
Jeff sat the pizza's down on a chair and they embraced. The warmth of their bodies penetrated their clothes and filled them with longing and love. Glancing at Peter's face, Jeff took in the warm and happy expression which he saw. Peter was a short guy, about 5'10". He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight build. He wasn't that handsome, but it didn't matter. Jeff felt accepted and Jeff was happy to be there.
They took one of the still warm pizza's out of its box and harshly began to eat it. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off Peter, and fantasized about how he was going to undress him. The pizza grease dripped freely all over Jeff's face. They smiled. They were done, and ready. Without saying a word, Peter put the pizza boxes aside, and sat next to Jeff. Reaching around Jeff's shoulders, he began to lightly caress Jeff's hair.
Looking into Peter's eyes, Jeff saw a glow. The glow was hot and Jeff was tranced. Slowly Jeff leaned into Peter, his lips pressing tightly against Peter's lips. There tongues met inside Peter's mouth, and it was all Jeff could do to swallow every drop of Peter's saliva.
Their bodies pressed more tightly together, and Jeff felt his aching cock press against Peter's thigh. Jeff reached softly inside Peter's shirt and pressed his cold hands against the warmth of Peter's flesh. Peter responded the same way.
Jeff couldn't stand it any longer. He got up, climbed onto the bed, and ripped off his shirt. Peter followed. They embraced, their hot sweaty bodies entwining and sinking into the cool sheets. Jeff's stomach was pressed tightly against Peter's. The smooth skin of Peter's arms were wrapped tightly around Jeff's body. They continued making out, their tongues playing a game of hide and seek in each others mouths.
Pushing away slightly, Jeff caressed Peter's chest hair and tenderly caressed his way to Peter's crotch. Peter's pants were already undone and it was easy for Jeff to remove them. Jeff then quickly and savagely tore off his own pants. Peter's hands groped around Jeff, and their bodies once more completely entwined. Jeff was on top, and could feel Peter's hands penetrating his underwear and squeezing the corpulent muscles of his ass. Jeff's hard on was unbearable, tearing at the lips of his underwear. Jeff could feel the head of his penis breaking through his underwear and pressing warmly against Peter's lower abdomen.
Jeff removed his underwear. Reaching gently into Peter's underwear, Jeff squeezed his supple penis. It was very hard, and Jeff couldn't wait to feel it deep within his mouth. Removing Peter's underwear, Jeff fondled Peter's penis. He couldn't wait another second. Placing his head right over Peter's penis, he took his entire cock deep into his mouth. It tasted wonderful. It filled his mouth with warmth and love. Rhythmically moving his head up and down on Peter's cock, Jeff was in ecstasy.
Peter came. The shower of come spurted all over Jeff's face and neck. He lovingly lapped up as much of it as he could. Rolling over, Peter begged Jeff to enter him. Jeff, who felt as if the head of his penis would explode, gratefully obliged. The tight walls of Peter's rectum accepted Jeff's hot, hard, penis, and Peter cried out as Jeff forced his thick stick deep within Peter's asshole. Jeff's stomach was now pressed securely against Peter's back. His hands had groped under Peter for his tits, and he began squeezing them. He worked his pulsing cock in and out of Peter anus. The cushion of Peter's rear felt cool against the heat of Jeff's crotch. Jeff didn't have to wait long. He could feel his cock exploding within the depths of Peter's body, just as he had fantasized about in the car a few hours earlier.
Gently removing his cock from Peter's asshole, he rolled over, clasping Peter tightly, their legs entwined, their feet pressed together. They kissed, caressed, nuzzled, and loved.
Peter was on top now, and the cadence of their bodies were in unison. As Peter exhaled, Jeff inhaled, and vice versa. More than the sex, Jeff thought, the warmth of being close to Peter and holding him was what he enjoyed most. It was late now. Peter fell asleep, snoring as usual. For some reason the snoring didn't bother Jeff, for he loved everything about Peter. Glancing around the dark room, Jeff saw that it had begun to rain outside, as dark and small drops petaled against the window. Sighing in relief and ecstacy, Jeff dropped off into a long and uninterrupted sleep.