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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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

“Oh, you’ve got to go to church with me today,” my
mother pleaded with me as I groaned and tossed on my
bed. “We’ve got a new minister and I’m sure he’ll be just a
wonderful man.”

“Oh, all right, ma, all right, I’m getting up.” I groused as
I dragged my limp, nude body out of my bed and into the
bathroom. My mother’s voice, now having to go through the
bathroom door in addition to the stairs, yelled at me from
the kitchen, “Now, wear a nice suit, dear. We don’t want
Brother Michael to think we’re uncouth.”

“All right, ma, all right.” I grumped. I showered, shaved,
pulled on that damned suit, and managed to eat some
breakfast before we had to go. I hated church, my mother
knew that. What a new minister was supposed to do was
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Not hearing any complaints from him, I continued until I was fully embedded. Then I began to slowly make love to his hot virgin asshole. It didn't take long for me to have an orgasm. I shot loads of fresh gay sperm into his ass. We cleaned up and then started to get dressed. "Would you be interested in getting together again?" I asked. "Sure. Maybe next time we can do it somewhere a little more private," he answered. "Good idea," I agreed with a smile. "By the way, who is this friend you were talking about?" I asked. "Bryan," he answered. Bryan? That answer sure took me by surprise as well as provoke a lot of questions I couldn't wait to get answered.

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I could tell he was about to come when all motion on my cock stopped. He just lay there breathing and moaning as I worked him towards conclusion. He came with a load yelp and grabbed the backs of my thighs as his semen spurted into my mouth. I swallowed it all and then caught the last little bit off the head of his penis before turning around to smile at him. "Like that?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," he answered, grinning. Then he reached out and took my erection in his hand and prepared to bring it to his mouth. "I thought that should go somewhere else," I said. "Where? Oh...you mean..." "Yeah," I said. "Have you ever taken it up the ass?" "No," he answered. "I'm not sure--" "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It will feel great," I said. He still seemed a little uncertain, but he was willing to roll over and prop up his ass for me to get a clear shot. My dick was already lubricated with his saliva, but I decided to add some soap and water from the sink. Then I lined my erection up with his tight little red hole and slowly inserted it.

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