(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.
Dylan was standing on the sidewalk looking at the dorm building that he was going to be staying in for the next 5 days. It was so strange to be back on a college campus after all this time. After his time in New York and Los Angeles, he never thought he would be back surrounded by students and living in a dorm, even if it was just for a few days.
Jeff, his old college roommate had just dropped him off and would be back in a few hours to pick him for dinner. Jeff had to run off to his classes that had him busy for the rest of the afternoon. Dylan smiled to himself to think about Jeff loose on a college campus and now a professor. After himself, Jeff was the biggest whore hound that Dylan had ever met. Jeff surrounded by all this college age pussy must be going slowly insane. He would want to fuck everything that walked but Jeff did take his job very seriously, and he would not want to cause a situation with a coed that would affect his career. The pressure must be driving him crazy. Dylan laughed to himself as he hauled his bags up the stairs and down the hall to room 219. This dorm building was a smaller, older building that was not used much during the summer according to Jeff. It had been totally redone about 4 years ago and all the old rooms had been converted into suites. A suite would consist of 2 large separate rooms connected by a shared bathroom. Each room would sleep two – so in a shared suite there would be four people using the bathroom. Jeff had been very clear to tell him that no one else was using his suite. He had it totally to himself.
Dylan unlocked the door and opened it. It was like going back almost 10 years in a single moment. It looked very much like the dorm room that he had shared with Jeff in their undergrad days. The only difference was it was a little bigger and the furniture was certainly nicer, but it still was a modern college dorm room. He threw his bags on one bed and sat down on the other. He was tired from the flight. He had left LA very early in the morning (like 5:30 AM) and had to fly east and change planes to get to this little town that Jeff was teaching in. His plane had been late, so instead of having a nice leisurely visit with Jeff, he had been driven straight to campus and dumped off as Jeff sped away to teach his classes. Dylan looked at his watch and surprised to find that it was only 3 in the afternoon where he was. He was famished. Jeff had told him where the student union was and then he could rest for an hour or two before dinner with Jeff.
Dylan and Jeff had met and been roommates in under grad together both studying theatre. But after school they had gone off to different graduate schools, Dylan to North Carolina and Jeff to Northwestern. After grad school, they had met up again in New York and shared a small apartment in Brooklyn while they continued pursuing their individual dreams, Dylan to be a stuntman and Jeff to be a playwright. Soon after Dylan got his apprentice gig in LA and moved there, Jeff realized that he could write plays anywhere and not be a waiter the rest of his life. He was lucky when he got a job as a professor at Texas Tech in Lubbock. The old friends and roommates kept in close contact, and when Dylan told Jeff he was headed to Europe for a couple of months to celebrate his graduation from his apprenticeship, Jeff had an idea to help him out. Jeff offered him a quick easy job to come to his school and give a week long seminar on stage combat and sword-fighting and stage falls, and Jeff would get his department to pay him a real good check for his time. Plus they could hang out for a week, just like old times. Knowing that he would need a lot of money for Europe, Dylan readily agreed.
That is how he found himself sitting in this Texas dorm room tired and hungry. He got up and unpacked his travel bag and got out his shaving kit. He tried a couple of doors in the room until he found the one to the bathroom. It was a large all tile room with a large glassed-in shower, dual sinks, toilet and lots of counter space. It was nicer then he thought it would be, and it was certainly nicer than the one he shared back in the day with Jeff and 30 other guys back in Georgia.
He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He checked the door to the other part of the suite, but it was locked from the other side. He was sure that he had the suite to himself, but to be on the safe side, he threw everything back into his kit and took it back to his room. He quickly unpacked and changed shirts. He grabbed his key to room and his wallet and headed out the door.
As he walked down the hallway, he passed two young coeds ahead back in the direction of his room. The girls could have been mistaken for sisters they were so alike. They were both very slim and petite with nicely formed tits. They both were wearing tops with thin little straps that stopped just about their belly buttons, and very tight shorts. Both their taut bellies were pierced and it was clear that they did not have bras on as their good sized breasts bounced with each step they took. They were both brunettes, yet this seemed to be the first visible difference. One had dark brown hair to her shoulders, while the other's was little longer falling to just below her shoulder blades. They were both pretty – not beautiful – but their youth and grace certainly caught Dylan's eye as he passed. He waited a second and then turned to check out their asses, and found he was looking at them look back at him. They started to giggle loudly and flounced down the hall as Dylan smiled to himself. They had caught him, but their asses were wonderful. Round and packed into really tight shorts that hugged the crack of their asses and tops of their brown thighs.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon as he came out into the sunshine. Summer was just starting and it was already getting warmer in the afternoons. As he got his bearings and headed for the student union, Dylan was passing young girl after young girl dressed for summer in shorts, and little skirts, and little tops and little dresses that showed skin everywhere. This was going to be a very productive week as he worked at the college teaching some professional workshops for Jeff and his students in the theatre department, and maybe some lovely little horny coed would like to suck his 9 inch cock while he was here. He could only hope.
He had a burger at the student union and afterward took a slow walk around this small campus. He found the theatre building so he knew where to go in the morning. Yet, getting up at such an early hour and the long flight was taking a toll on him, so he headed back to his room. He felt grimy so he decided to take a shower. He again checked the door to the other part of the suite and it was still locked. After his shower, he was drying his hair when he thought that he heard noises coming from behind the same door, but after turning off his blow dryer he didn't hear anything. Again to be sure he packed up everything, and went back into his room wrapped in just a towel. Exhausted he lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep. He had set the alarm on his cell phone to ring after he crashed for a couple of hours so he could get ready when Jeff picked him up for dinner.
There was a heavy pounding on his door as Dylan sprang awake. His cell phone was gently beeping like the battery was about to go out. He looked at the time. It was 7PM. The knocking on the door continued, so he got up and opened the door to find Jeff standing there.
"Hey, man, you okay?"
