(A Dylan James Adventure)
This is another in the continuing story of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For the Road" series. Please check all his adventures out -- but they are all stand alone stories. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
Chapter 2 -- Jody
The night was warm and sultry as he sat of the outside deck of the little college bar. He was casually sipping a beer and watching as the traffic cruised by on the little neighborhood street. The sweat from the cold bottle felt cool as it ran past his wrist and onto his forearm.
It was Sunday night and all weekend he had helped his Mother move from the old family home into a new senior housing development. He had arrived on the red-eye Saturday morning from Atlanta, got into his rental car, and slowly drove thru his home town. It had changed a lot. New houses, new developments, new stores, but it was still the same friendly, sleepy little town that he had spent his high school and college years in.
He put down his beer and picked up a pack of cigarettes. He tore open the pack and pulled one out. After lighting it, he took a long drag. He didn't smoke very often, and the result was that the tobacco and chemicals in the smoke gave him a slight buzz. He exhaled and watched the smoke disappear into the night sky.
He was catching another plane early in the morning to fly back to LA. He had taken his Mother out to dinner at one of the fancy little places that had sprung up around the downtown square. He had then driven her to her new apartment and they said good-bye. He planned on stopping by in the next six months for a longer visit. Before he headed to his hotel room, he swung by the old house and looked it over once more. He could buy it, but it was just a house not his history. Sure he had lived there and even got laid there a few times, but it was just a house. He rejected the flood of memories and drove on to the motel and checked in. He took a shower, tried to watch some TV, but he was still on West Coast time and very antsy. He got dressed, but didn't put bother to put any underwear on. He got in the car and drove over to the college bar area of town for a drink and some scenery.
It was break time between classes so the area was pretty dead. When college was in session this area was awash on the weekend with college kids walking from bar to bar. Girls and guys everywhere, it was a fun place to go to school. But tonight as he sat on the deck just relaxing and reflecting on the weekend, he was one of seven males in the entire place, including the bartender.
The weekend put a period on a very strange time in Dylan's life. His first serious relationship in several years had broken up about 2 months ago. The stunt work that he had trained for and provided such a good living for him was becoming boring, and that was dangerous in his line of work. When it was boring, you didn't always pay attention to the details and that is when someone could get seriously hurt. Other changes like his mom moving out of the old house after 25 years were happening all around him. It had made him feel out of sorts and like he was not in control of anything. With Brandi's leaving him, he had lost confidence, and with that went Dylan's primary fun activity. Fucking!
He had lost his game and he knew it. He just wasn't interested enough to pursue. He could not seem to pick up a girl or even have decent conversation. This had been going on for weeks, and then suddenly on Friday night just before leaving for his trip, a sexy young girl by the name of Emily had picked him up. She had chatted him up at one of his favorite watering holes. They had gone outside to a semi-private patio where they had gotten stoned. Then she kissed him, wanting to go back to her place for a good fuck. That is when the "old" Dylan had suddenly arrived back on the scene. All at once, he wasn't shy and fumbling and unable to talk to girls. He was instantly in command and his powerful charisma and sexuality took over. Even though the patio was a public place, he seduced Emily into taking off her clothes and fucking him right there, always with the danger of getting caught present. While the massive and talented cock that he had been born with had not been in a new pussy in two months, it still managed to fuck Emily into a slobbering mass of climaxing nerves. He had fucked her three times in all kinds of positions. He didn't know how many times she had cum, but when he did, it was in her mouth as he exploded. He shot so much cum into her mouth and throat that it had overflowed from her lips and fallen like rain on her big naked tits. The entire time they were fucking on the patio, Emily's two roommates had been watching, and they had gotten in on the action as well. They had felt each other up while he had banged deep into Emily's fiery hole. When the whole event was done and everyone cleaned up, the roommates had made a date with him for Tuesday night to come over and fuck all three of them!
He was excited and elated about that turn of events, but it also added to the jumble of thoughts and confusion running around his brain. What to do and how to get out of this career rut? What about Brandi? She was only about 250 miles away right now, why not fly there and try to win her back? Random thoughts swirled through his head, and he closed his eyes to trying to shut them out.
He took another long drag, filling his lungs with the sweet harsh smoke. As he blew the white smoke out into the night air, he saw her. She walked up the stairs to the front door of the bar. He had a clear view of the door from the deck and she was certainly the most interesting thing he had seen tonight.
She was no more than 21 or 22. She had her dark hair cut short, not like a boy but still cut to her ear. She was golden brown. Every part of her skin that showed, and there is a lot of that, was a golden tan color. She spent a lot of time in the sun, or at a tanning salon. She was wearing a skimpy top that clung to her perky tits like a second skin. Her short jean skirt hung low on her hips, and a jewel in her pierced navel winked at him from her taut, tan stomach. She had a gently curving waist, nicely sized hips, and a pair of magnificent legs. As she opened the door to go inside the bar, her back turned towards him and from the way the skirt hugged her ass, her ass was pretty good too. She was hot looking, and knew it. She accepted it with a kind of casual nonchalance, and used it to get any man she wanted. She had probably never met the man/boy who had ever bested her in the mating game of sexes.
Dylan took a sip of his beer and pondered the young woman. She hadn't acted like she was coming to visit someone in the bar. She seemed like a young girl out on the town to see what trouble was about. A gulp of his beer and it was done. He stubbed out his cigarette and thought about going on back to the motel. Two weeks earlier, he would have and never even tried to make a pass. That is how far down he had sunk, but since Friday night and Emily, he noticed his confidence was starting to come back. He tried to decide what to do. Then he thought to himself, "WFT, who cares what I do? These people don't know me." So with that, he stood up and walked inside.
He walked up to the bar about three seats down from the girl. She was chatting with one of the men in the bar. Really they all seemed to be college boys. The bartender came over and he ordered another one. At the sound of his voice, she looked up passed her friend and checked him out. She then noticed that he had seen her, so she smiled at him briefly and went back to talking to the guy.
As he waited for his beer, his eyes kept wandering down her incredible hot little body. Her eyes were wandering over him too. Dylan saw her looking him over again and then her eyes moved down toward his crotch. Dylan smiled to himself. This looked pretty easy. When the bartender brought him his beer, he ordered one for her as well. He waited for the bartender to deliver it to her, and watched her reaction when the bartender told who it was from. She looked passed her friend again and smiled at him. The boy she was talking to turned to look at Dylan. He frowned, but he was not going to do anything. Dylan was twice his size. He toasted her and moved back out to the deck. He sat down and lit a cigarette. He figured he would wait at most five minutes.
After three and half minutes, the door to the deck opened and out she came. She saw him over in the far corner and sauntered over toward him. He watched her come out of the corner of his eye. He started to get hard. This was going to be easy.
