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The following story is fiction. If you are offended by this type of material
exit now, do not continue. If you are under the age of eighteen, exit now and
do not read any further.


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Dorm Encounter V:  Inspection!@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


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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         Rob Simac -- Hayward, California, USA -- [e-mail]
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"Remember this, foolish mortals, when ye stare headlong into the mind-
 paralyzing void, the inky black nothingness of existence, the hellish
 yawning maw of the abyss -- it's pretty damn dark, so give it a few
 minutes for your eyes to adjust."
                Frank M. Carrano, Branford, Conn.
                (Bulwer-Lytton Writing Contest Runner-up)
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