Campus Night Security

I was pretty happy with the way things were going at college. I had a good room by my self in a great dorm - lots of cool guys, and great parties, decent classes with good professors, and a starting place on the lacrosse team. What could be better?!

I had made friends, both in the dorm and on my team, fairly easily, both with guys and girls here. Unfortunately, I had absolutely no sexual outlet. Well, except for myself. There were plenty of good looking girls, and guys (I like both), but I just hadn't been able to find someone I had the guts to approach. So, I kept busy with lax practice, classes and working/hanging out at the school gym - always a good place to catch a look! Met some guys in my class who I spotted with while lifting, and actually, this security guard who had a pass to work out at our gym - all school employees had them. He was really cool, and we talked about lacrosse and lifting, and he actually gave me some good pointers. He wasn't that much older than I was, as he turned out to be 25, but was a good deal bigger. Actually, he'd been working out seriously for the last 10 years or so, whereas I had a good build, but not a great one!

His name was Mike, and he actually was taking some classes in order to get his degree, to escape the fate of having to be a college security guard for a bunch of older brats for the rest of his life. He was a good looking guy of about 6'2", and had to have weighed in at over 200 lbs. His deep blue eyes were brought out by his light blond hair, cut butch style on his head, and was lightly covering the rest of his body - well, all that I could see that is, which was pretty much limited to his legs, arms and chest. I'd never seen Mike in the shower, so I couldn't comment on the rest, although, from the glances I was able to shoot his way, it seemed as something of a good size was poking at the inside of his shorts. Thankfully, I never got caught looking.

Now, as I mentioned, I had a room to myself, which was cool, given that I usually preferred to lounge around naked - with a pair of shorts handy in case someone came to the door, and definatley sleep that way, too. Actually, I'm usually a pretty sound sleeper, too, and won't wake up for much at all!

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However, last weekend, something did wake me up. I was in a deep sleep, on my stomach (usual position ever since I was little) when I thought I felt something. Still mostly asleep, I could swear there was some other weight on the bed with me, and something was pressing on my ass, right up against the hole. Before I could turn around, a large hand went over my mouth, pushing me back onto the pillow, and a voice, hoarse, whispering...

"Shhhh. Don't yell out. Just relax, and I won't hurt you," he said.

A hundred things were spinning in my head, among them "holy shit, some guys tryin to fuck you!!" I wasn't even totally sure this wasn't a dream until the pressure became pain, and it felt like someone was shoving the blunt end of a baseball bat up my ass. I let out a scream into this guys hand, but it was sufficiently muffled so that it made almost no sound.

"Just relax, easy, dude," he said, and actually leaned his weight into me. I felt my asshole stretch beyond what I ever could have thought it would (as I let out another muffled scream), and then almost snap back into shape again. But not totally. It had snapped back around something, and I could tell that the something was my new "friend's" cock.

The searing pain had subsided some, as had my groans. I felt his cock, not altogether huge, sliding into me, slowly, gently.

"It's okay, man. The head's in. The worst part is over, now just let go," he whispered, as the entire length of his cock went into my ass until I felt his bush tickle my asscheeks. When he was all the way in, he settled on top of me, laying his whole body on mine. Outside of learning that this guy must have had a cockhead the size of a basketball (or so it felt), I also figured out that he wasn't altogether light, either.

His hand left my mouth, and began massaging my neck, shoulders and back, before reaching under my arms and around my torso to knead my pecs. All this time his hard cock was just sitting in me, almost idling. His hands traveled up my chest, in front of my shoulders, which he grabbed from in front of me, before lifting his pelvis up, retracting his dick until it the size of the head wouldn't allow it to go out any more, and slowly sliding it back into me.

Slower at first, then picking up the pace, he started fucking me, with long strokes out, then back in, brushing that sensitive spot that makes most guys crazy. As his pace increased, I felt his tongue at the back of my neck, then on the side, then searching my turned head for my lips. When he found them, I let him search the inside of my mouth with his hot, wet tongue as we kissed, deeply and passionately.

As he sunk his cock into me again and again, I could feel my own juices start to boil deep in my loins. The sweat that dripped from his body mingled with my own in pools on my back. His breathing increased to match mine, as did his moans. We managed to keep this pace up for several minutes before I felt the rush and the surge of hot cum boil up from my balls, throught my now hard cock under me and explode between the bed and my stomach in an intense orgasm, made even greater by his cock rubbing my prostrate.

Before I finished, I felt a deep moan come from his chest, and his fucking becoming even quicker. He gripped my shoulders, threw his head back, and tensed his whole body as he came, over and over again.

By the time he finished I almost fell back to sleep again, exhausted from being woken in the middle of the night, not to mention the aerobic exercise I had just been put through! I probably would have, except for that when he removed his softening cock from my ass, it almost seemed to get stuck on the cockhead, before he literally tugged it out. I faintly remember him snapping something off his dick, and tossing out the window he opened, into the woods behind the dorm. When I was finally awake enough to turn around he was gone. No words, much less an introduction.

All that was left was the top of a condom wrapper on the floor, and then I found it. The small pin that included the initials of our college. Exactly the same ones worn by our security guys on the collar of their shirt.

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