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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.