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Date: Wed, 24 Feb 1993 21:54:19 GMT
From: whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu (Andrew Whitaker)
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Subject: Dorm Encounter V: Inspection!
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Dorm Encounter Part V:  Inspection!


     Once a year, usually in the spring, the Director of Housing
makes his annual rounds through my building.  This is a time,
much like in the military I am sure, that everything has to be
perfect.  I had spent days and nights coaching the new RA's and
my supervisor, the idiot Graduate Resident on exactly what to do
and what to say.  Certain contraband items had to be hidden (like
microwaves) and all the paperwork that had accumulated during the
quarter had to be caught up and filed.

     I had worked through the night catching up on all this
bureaucratic bullshit and was exhausted.  I got up from a quick
two hour sleep, showered, dressed and went down to the office. 
The secretary alerted me that Dr. Smith was on his way.

     Let me stop here and tell you a little about Dr. Smith.  He
is one of those go-getters that rose to the top of the bucket
rather quickly.  He is 32, tall, incredibly handsome in a preppy
sort of way, and though he reeks of authority, he is quite
friendly.  I had dealt with him several times in the past on
housing related matters, and to my satisfaction, he agreed with
me more than not.  As such, I was looking forward to showing off
my building to him since he knew very well that I was in charge
here and that the GR was just a puppet.

     I waited for a few minutes chatting with the secretary, and
then began roaming the halls in search of the Director.  As I was
turning the corner to check back with the office again, I saw him
coming up the walk.  I immediately went to him, shook his hand
and said, "Welcome to Swanson Hall, sir!"

     "Hello, Andrew" he replied.  "You're certainly looking
professional this morning!"

     "Yes, Sir.  I try to look the part I am playing whenever I
can.  Would you care for some coffee?"

     "No, thank you.  Why don't we get on with the tour?  I have
several other buildings to visit before lunchtime.  Where is the
GR?"

     "He is taking a test this morning and has asked me to escort
you around the building."

     "That doesn't surprise me," Dr. Smith replied.  "Lead the
way, Andrew!"


     Dr. Smith and I walked the length of each hallway, peeking
into doors that were open.  He smiled and said hello to residents
who I had strategically placed throughout the building that I
trusted to present a proper image to him.  He seemed impressed
with the facilities and the people who lived in them.  We ended
up at the office, and I began opening file drawers for his
inspection.  He waved his arm, as if a Sultan, and said, "I've no
need to examine your files.  I am well versed in your talents as
a clerk.  There is one other thing I need to see, before I move
on."

     "What is that?" I inquired.

     "In all my years here, I've yet to see what the RA rooms in
this building look like.  I am in the process of evaluating
living spaces for staff members, and was wondering if I could see
an RA room."

     "Well, Sir, I am the only staff member in the building at
the moment, but I must warn you that my room is not terribly neat
at the moment."

     "Oh, that's OK.  I'm not particularly interested in your
room's contents.  I just want to see the structural layout of the
room, and check the furniture."

     I wasn't exactly sure where this was leading, but I had my
suspicions.  Every person on staff knew I was gay, and we have
all wondered about Dr. Smith.  He has no wife, lives alone, and
is rarely seen in public other than on campus.  So, I lead the
way, somewhat aprehensively, to my room down the hall from the
office.

     I keyed in, stepped aside, pushed the door open and waved
the Director in.  Once in, he waved me in, and pulled the door
behind him and locked it!  Holy Shit!  Now I was more than
certain that something interesting was about to happen.

     I turned towards the Director and looked at him
inquisitively, and asked, "Well, what do you think?"  His eyes
swept the room quickly, and stopped dead in their tracks on the
wall with all my naked men.  He looked at me, sneered a bit, and
said, "Let's not beat around the bush.  I don't have much time,
but I bet you'd be interested in a little action."

     "Well, Sir," I replied somewhat cautiously.  "It's no secret
that you are the best looking administrator on campus.  I've
often fantasized about making love to you."

     "Well, then," he said, "Let's do it!"  With that he quickly
disrobed and stood in all his glory before me as I shucked my
duds.  He was a specimen!  Six feet tall, dark hair, incredibly
toned though not terribly muscular.  He had long tapered legs
that made me want to scream in lust, and had just enough hair on
his body to prove he was a man.  Perhaps the most stunning part
of him was his cock.  I'm guessing at least seven inches long and
so thick it looked like a beer can!  It was nestled among what
looked like downy-soft hair and hanging below were the most
incredibly edible looking testicles I have ever seen.  Each was a
work of art-- huge, smooth and pulsing just slightly.  His
ballsac was completely devoid of hair.  In all, I was overcome
with lust!

     I knelt in front of my boss, and started licking his huge
cockhead.  Trying to swallow his pole proved a task for someone
with a much bigger jaw, but I did my best.  He didn't seem to
mind that I couldn't take it all and was running his long fingers
through my hair and moaning audibly.  I continued to suck,
running my tongue up and down his shaft.  The veins that lined
his cock were now beginning to really bulge, and my tongue sang
its praises as it glided up and down.  He was leaking precum
copiously into my mouth, and I savored each drop as it melted
down my throat.

     My hands found his tight, smooth ass and began kneading his
cheeks.  He moaned louder when my long bony index finger found
his asshole, and I sunk it in quickly and effortlessly,
discovering that he had lubed his ass recently.  I looked up
inquisitively at his face, which was contorting in pleasure, and
he smiled and said that he had prepared himself just in case this
was to happen.

     I stood up and wrapped my arms around this gorgeous sexy
man, and we kissed hungrily.  I tasted the raw sensuality of the
man as our tongues battled for territory.  We broke away only
when we were about to turn blue from lack of oxygen and threw
ourselves still joined on the bed.  Somehow I ended up on the
bottom of him and he began licking and kissing his way to my
cock.  Without warning he swallowed the entire length of my root
in one fell swoop and applied intense vacuum-like suction to it. 
I was in total heaven.  My hips bounced up and down so hard that
I am sure I was hurting him, but he grunted in pleasure with each
thrust.  Somewhat without warning, my cock just unloaded every
ounce of sperm it had saved up since my last cum.  Gallons of
spunk flooded into Dr. Smith's  mouth and to my surprise, he
drank it down like milk.  

     When my cock had subsided, he let go of it and began
tonguing my asscheeks.  Drawing closer and closer to its target,
his tongue licked and caressed the area around my hole.  I was so
caught up in the intensity of the moment that I didn't even hear
myself shouting, "Fuck me you goddamned tease!! Fuck me until I
scream, you studfucker!"

     With little hesitation, he aimed that massive cockhead at my
hole and began slowly pushing in.  The pain was intense and I
grunted as his cock advanced each little inch.  Finally he had
speared my ass with his entire shaft and he settled in to fucking
the utter shit out of me.  Slowly at first, then building in
pressure and speed, his cock moved within me making music with
the walls of my ass.  Each time his bulbous head hit my prostrate
I whined loudly.  Each time his shaft sounded its depth I moaned. 
I was writhing on the bed, thrashing my head back and forth, and
moaning unintelligible garbage at this stud who was raping my
mancunt with such expertise.

     After a lengthy pillage of my ass, he began shooting.  Gob
after gob after gob of creamy white spunk bathed the hot walls of
my ass, cooling them off.  I moaned as I felt within me each new
spurt hit the depths of my ass.

     Spent, he lay on top of me, his mammoth cock still inside me
but losing his erection.  Our mouths met and we kissed silently
for some time until his cock plopped out of my hole followed by a
virtual river of his semen.  I reached my hand down and scooped a
small puddle from the bed and brought it to our dueling tongues. 
We shared the wonder of the stuff and pushed it back and forth
until we each had a mouthful to swallow.

     Dr. Smith got up and wiped his cock clean.  I gave it a few
playful licks as he did so, and soon he was hard again.  I
quickly brought him to orgasm and allowed him to shoot all over
my chest so that I could lick it off later and savor the
experience.

     We didn't talk much while he dressed.  I lay on the bed,
utterly spent, cum dripping from my face, my chest, and my
ravaged asshole.  I smiled as I watched him return to the
professional look I was used to.  In his Director tone of voice
he said, "Your building will receive the highest rating.  I hope
you will come to me with any problems and concerns in the
future."

     I smiled wearily and said, "You can count on seeing me more
often, Sir.  Thanks for showing me what authority is all about in
this department."

     "No problem.  I felt it worth my time to spend some extra
time with you, Andrew.  I think you have a real potential in
Student Personnel."  With that, he winked and was gone.  I fell
asleep almost immediately, and woke many hours later to find that
I was still covered with his spunk.  I licked it off, jumped in
the shower, and continued with my day.

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