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(A Dylan James Adventure)
This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Those of you familiar with Dylan and his exploits will know that after he finished his stuntman apprenticeship in Los Angeles, he went to Europe for a few months to celebrate and just chill out before returning to the rigors of his new profession in Los Angeles. This story is about the beginning of that celebration trip.
If you are not familiar with Dylan and his adventures in Hollywood, please check out all his other adventures. However, this is a stand-alone series. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
Day 2
He was dreaming about his grandfather's farm in Georgia, where he used to ride horses as a kid, when his Grandmother came to the door and called him for class. 'Class? Why would she call him for class?' Then the images started change and the word class repeated in his brain. 'Class? Oh fuck, class!!!!' Dylan sprang awake groggy and dizzy, but knowing he was late for his first class of the day in the theatre department. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and realized he was in bed with two naked girls who where snuggled up against him. 'Who were they? Oh yeah. Kasey and Megan.' He smiled as he remembered the two girls and how they had seduced him into their shower. The fuck-a-thon they'd had and how he had fucked and sucked the coeds into catatonic states. But the knowledge that he was late for class interrupted his pleasant memories and he slowly got up from between the two girls. They groaned in their sleep as he rose, and then snuggled with each other as they sought to replace the missing heat of his body. As he looked down at the two naked women and how sexy they looked in the morning light, his early morning boner got even harder. There was nothing that he would rather do right now then slide his thick cock back into either of those tight twats and fuck away until he emptied his balls deep inside her womb. They were both fantastic fucks for young girls and he really wanted to stay ? but duty called.
He went into the bathroom he shared with the two girls and turned on the shower. That is how he had met the two girls last night. He was staying in one side of the dorm suite (by himself he thought) and when he went to use the bathroom, he found the two girls in the shower together. Turns out that they were roommates on the other side of the dorm suite and they had no idea a man was going to be staying there. But it had all worked out apparently.
As he stepped into the hot shower and began to wash the residue of sex and sweat off, he remember how he had taken Kasey from behind while Megan ate her out, then after Kasey had collapsed completely fucked out, he had fucked Megan twice including a sweet ride up her ass. The memories were too much for him and he quickly began stroking his hard cock. With the hot water streaming down his body, and the thoughts of those two young girls wrapped around his cock, he quickly came and poured out all his built up semen onto the floor of the shower. Breathing just a little harder now, he watched as his thick white jizz washed away and down the drain.
'Class!' The thought of work again invaded his weary brain and he quickly got out of the shower. He went into his room and threw on some workout clothes. Picking up his key, Dylan hoofed it over to the theatre building as fast as he could, arriving only 20 minutes late for his first class.
It took him several minutes to find the room that the workshop would be in and when he finally found it, he took a deep breath and walked in. The room was filled with about 50 people all standing around. There was Jeff, his college roommate and the sponsor for this series of workshops that Dylan was giving on stage combat and stunt work. There were also seemed to be several other older people in the room, either professors or grad students, and several undergrads. Everyone was dressed in all types of clothes ? workout clothes, jeans, and even a couple of girls in dresses. As he surveyed the room, Jeff walked over to him and handed him a large cup of coffee.
"Glad you could make it to your first class," he said with irritation in his voice. Jeff had pulled a lot of strings to get someone as young and unknown as Dylan this cushy gig. As a first year professor without tenure, his ass was on the line for any mistakes that Dylan made, and they were not off to a great start.
"I am really sorry. I overslept. It will not happen again. I really am sorry," Dylan said as he apologized to Jeff. Then he turned to the group and apologized to them and then they began. Over the next two hours, Dylan led them through the basics of stage combat. First they did some basic trust exercises to just loosen everyone up and relax them. Then moving on to entry level stuff like how to take a punch, how to fall, how to correctly slap, hit, strangle, and even pull hair so that it looked realistic from the audience, but was Trabzon Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/trabzon) safe for the performer. As the coffee took hold and he began to wake up more, Dylan took in more about the people he was teaching. There were all types and sizes with all different physical skills. Mostly, they were interested amateurs who would never go beyond this in their career, but that was okay as well. He was having a good time because they were so eager for knowledge and information. They were willing to try anything that he suggested.
He did notice that the ratio of good looking women around campus translated to his workshop as well. There were a couple of bombshells in this group, plus several just great looking young college girls and women. His attention was particularly drawn towards two women. One was a younger woman, he thought about 20 or so, who was busting out the few tight clothes that she had on. She had short dark hair, olive colored skin and a rack that was barely contained by the tight sports bra that encased them. Then there was at least 10 to 11 inches of bare skin until the top of her sweats with the rolled down waistband. Her ass was incredible. All in all, she was smoking. Toned, stacked, packed and ready for action. She oozed sex with every movement. She was hot and she knew it, and she liked to use it to her advantage. Dylan had seen her kind a thousand times, but it did not stop him from fucking them. He mentally put this sexy bombshell down on his short list of possible conquests while on campus.
The second woman was the total opposite of the bombshell. She was older, even older then Dylan who was 28. She might have been a grad student or professor, it was hard to tell. She was slim with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nothing particularly revealing about the clothes she had on, except for her tight shorts that showed off her splendid ass and excellent legs. But it was her personality that captured his attention. She was pretty no doubt, but the way she carried herself and her attitude was what impressed more than just her ass and legs. He put her at the top of his want to meet list, and as a maybe to his conquest list.
At the end of two hours as the class ended, the entire room gave Dylan an ovation of applause and cheers. He felt he had overcome the lateness, and even saw a look of relief on Jeff's face as the class broke up. After meeting and talking with several of the class members, including the bombshell who made a special point of telling him her name and that she would be in all his workshops, Dylan had Jeff take him out for breakfast/lunch. He was almost dying by that time from hunger and needed food fast.
Over lunch, he apologized again to Jeff and then told him about the two girls from last night. Jeff sat there amazed at Dylan and his ability to get pussy in the strangest situations. A shower with two perfect strangers, how did he do that? Jeff had known him for years, and watched him score in all types of situations. (see Lincoln Center Encore) But while everyman that he knew, even successful whore hounds like himself, had to work for pussy. It just came to Dylan, as much and as often as he wanted it. It never failed to amaze Jeff.
After lunch, they returned to the theatre building where Dylan held a two hour seminar on sword fighting. This class was smaller only about 20 students for the afternoon, but the bombshell was there again. She had changed clothes for this class and if it was possible, she had even more skin showing as she worked in a sports bra and very tight bike shorts. At the end of the workshop, she again came up and thanked Dylan. She also slipped a piece of paper into his hand with a phone number on it. She smiled and winked at him and was gone. Dylan put the number in his pocket and forgot about it as Jeff took him around to meet some faculty members. After a cup of coffee with the Dean, Jeff dropped him off at the dorm and they made plans for dinner that night around 8 PM. Dylan went up to his room and looked for the girls, but they were gone for the day. However, they had left a big message on the bathroom mirror for him written in lipstick, "SUPERCOCK, WE LOVE YOU! SEE YOU TONITE! K
This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Those of you familiar with Dylan and his exploits will know that after he finished his stuntman apprenticeship in Los Angeles, he went to Europe for a few months to celebrate and just chill out before returning to the rigors of his new profession in Los Angeles. This story is about the beginning of that celebration trip.
If you are not familiar with Dylan and his adventures in Hollywood, please check out all his other adventures. However, this is a stand-alone series. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
Day 2
He was dreaming about his grandfather's farm in Georgia, where he used to ride horses as a kid, when his Grandmother came to the door and called him for class. 'Class? Why would she call him for class?' Then the images started change and the word class repeated in his brain. 'Class? Oh fuck, class!!!!' Dylan sprang awake groggy and dizzy, but knowing he was late for his first class of the day in the theatre department. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and realized he was in bed with two naked girls who where snuggled up against him. 'Who were they? Oh yeah. Kasey and Megan.' He smiled as he remembered the two girls and how they had seduced him into their shower. The fuck-a-thon they'd had and how he had fucked and sucked the coeds into catatonic states. But the knowledge that he was late for class interrupted his pleasant memories and he slowly got up from between the two girls. They groaned in their sleep as he rose, and then snuggled with each other as they sought to replace the missing heat of his body. As he looked down at the two naked women and how sexy they looked in the morning light, his early morning boner got even harder. There was nothing that he would rather do right now then slide his thick cock back into either of those tight twats and fuck away until he emptied his balls deep inside her womb. They were both fantastic fucks for young girls and he really wanted to stay ? but duty called.
He went into the bathroom he shared with the two girls and turned on the shower. That is how he had met the two girls last night. He was staying in one side of the dorm suite (by himself he thought) and when he went to use the bathroom, he found the two girls in the shower together. Turns out that they were roommates on the other side of the dorm suite and they had no idea a man was going to be staying there. But it had all worked out apparently.
As he stepped into the hot shower and began to wash the residue of sex and sweat off, he remember how he had taken Kasey from behind while Megan ate her out, then after Kasey had collapsed completely fucked out, he had fucked Megan twice including a sweet ride up her ass. The memories were too much for him and he quickly began stroking his hard cock. With the hot water streaming down his body, and the thoughts of those two young girls wrapped around his cock, he quickly came and poured out all his built up semen onto the floor of the shower. Breathing just a little harder now, he watched as his thick white jizz washed away and down the drain.
'Class!' The thought of work again invaded his weary brain and he quickly got out of the shower. He went into his room and threw on some workout clothes. Picking up his key, Dylan hoofed it over to the theatre building as fast as he could, arriving only 20 minutes late for his first class.
It took him several minutes to find the room that the workshop would be in and when he finally found it, he took a deep breath and walked in. The room was filled with about 50 people all standing around. There was Jeff, his college roommate and the sponsor for this series of workshops that Dylan was giving on stage combat and stunt work. There were also seemed to be several other older people in the room, either professors or grad students, and several undergrads. Everyone was dressed in all types of clothes ? workout clothes, jeans, and even a couple of girls in dresses. As he surveyed the room, Jeff walked over to him and handed him a large cup of coffee.
"Glad you could make it to your first class," he said with irritation in his voice. Jeff had pulled a lot of strings to get someone as young and unknown as Dylan this cushy gig. As a first year professor without tenure, his ass was on the line for any mistakes that Dylan made, and they were not off to a great start.
"I am really sorry. I overslept. It will not happen again. I really am sorry," Dylan said as he apologized to Jeff. Then he turned to the group and apologized to them and then they began. Over the next two hours, Dylan led them through the basics of stage combat. First they did some basic trust exercises to just loosen everyone up and relax them. Then moving on to entry level stuff like how to take a punch, how to fall, how to correctly slap, hit, strangle, and even pull hair so that it looked realistic from the audience, but was Trabzon Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/trabzon) safe for the performer. As the coffee took hold and he began to wake up more, Dylan took in more about the people he was teaching. There were all types and sizes with all different physical skills. Mostly, they were interested amateurs who would never go beyond this in their career, but that was okay as well. He was having a good time because they were so eager for knowledge and information. They were willing to try anything that he suggested.
He did notice that the ratio of good looking women around campus translated to his workshop as well. There were a couple of bombshells in this group, plus several just great looking young college girls and women. His attention was particularly drawn towards two women. One was a younger woman, he thought about 20 or so, who was busting out the few tight clothes that she had on. She had short dark hair, olive colored skin and a rack that was barely contained by the tight sports bra that encased them. Then there was at least 10 to 11 inches of bare skin until the top of her sweats with the rolled down waistband. Her ass was incredible. All in all, she was smoking. Toned, stacked, packed and ready for action. She oozed sex with every movement. She was hot and she knew it, and she liked to use it to her advantage. Dylan had seen her kind a thousand times, but it did not stop him from fucking them. He mentally put this sexy bombshell down on his short list of possible conquests while on campus.
The second woman was the total opposite of the bombshell. She was older, even older then Dylan who was 28. She might have been a grad student or professor, it was hard to tell. She was slim with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nothing particularly revealing about the clothes she had on, except for her tight shorts that showed off her splendid ass and excellent legs. But it was her personality that captured his attention. She was pretty no doubt, but the way she carried herself and her attitude was what impressed more than just her ass and legs. He put her at the top of his want to meet list, and as a maybe to his conquest list.
At the end of two hours as the class ended, the entire room gave Dylan an ovation of applause and cheers. He felt he had overcome the lateness, and even saw a look of relief on Jeff's face as the class broke up. After meeting and talking with several of the class members, including the bombshell who made a special point of telling him her name and that she would be in all his workshops, Dylan had Jeff take him out for breakfast/lunch. He was almost dying by that time from hunger and needed food fast.
Over lunch, he apologized again to Jeff and then told him about the two girls from last night. Jeff sat there amazed at Dylan and his ability to get pussy in the strangest situations. A shower with two perfect strangers, how did he do that? Jeff had known him for years, and watched him score in all types of situations. (see Lincoln Center Encore) But while everyman that he knew, even successful whore hounds like himself, had to work for pussy. It just came to Dylan, as much and as often as he wanted it. It never failed to amaze Jeff.
After lunch, they returned to the theatre building where Dylan held a two hour seminar on sword fighting. This class was smaller only about 20 students for the afternoon, but the bombshell was there again. She had changed clothes for this class and if it was possible, she had even more skin showing as she worked in a sports bra and very tight bike shorts. At the end of the workshop, she again came up and thanked Dylan. She also slipped a piece of paper into his hand with a phone number on it. She smiled and winked at him and was gone. Dylan put the number in his pocket and forgot about it as Jeff took him around to meet some faculty members. After a cup of coffee with the Dean, Jeff dropped him off at the dorm and they made plans for dinner that night around 8 PM. Dylan went up to his room and looked for the girls, but they were gone for the day. However, they had left a big message on the bathroom mirror for him written in lipstick, "SUPERCOCK, WE LOVE YOU! SEE YOU TONITE! K