Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1998 19:58:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Doc Richards <wet_stud_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Breath of Fresh Air

Note: All events here are true.  Names are not mentioned to protect
identity of those involved besides me.  Everyone in the story is over 18
years old and if you have a problem with the content, then you shouldn't be
at this web-site.  For all those looking for this kind of stuff, I hope you
like it.

As finals grow closer, study time increases greatly.  That is no exception
for me.  But this study weekend was one I'll never forget. Let me tell you
about myself.  I'm what I'd call fairly good looking, while not exactly
`built', I like to think I have an overall well conditioned body, due to
natural metabolism, working out, and eating as well as a college kid can.
Being about 6'4", with blond hair and green eyes, I like to think I'm cute
too.  Although I've never done anything with another guy, I've always
admitted curiosity to myself and said if I was in the situation, I'd go for
it.  Now, though, I'm trying to initiate the situation.  Why now? I have
this roommate.  He was my roommate last year and this year we share a
common room with four other guys, but our double is just us.  Over a year
and I half, I've come to regard him as my best friend, and I deeply care
for the guy.  One day I realized that if anything were to happen between me
and a guy, I wanted it to be him.  He's 6 feet tall.  Curly medium brown
hair.  A great smile.  He has a more muscular build than I do because of
high school athletics.

Yesterday we decide to pull an all-nighter. He's never done that, so
although I found it strange for him to suggest it, I decided, what the
hell.  We stayed in the library, trying to work.  It was well after 2 am
and I wasn't getting much done.  He asked if we should take a break, and I
said we should walk to the boat house on the lake in an hour.  He agreed
and we got back to work.  An hour later, the library was almost deserted
and we felt fine leaving our stuff in a small study room where it would be
safe and secure.

The lake was a 10 minute walk, and it was kinda of cold out, but neither of
us said anything about the cold.  We reached the lake and sat down at the
boat house.  He then reminds me of my suggestion that we go to the
boathouse and strip to wake us up.  I had been joking when I said it, but
he proceeds to take off his pants.  Not to be outdone, I remove my jeans,
leaving on some boxers.  He asks if I'd like to walk around the lake
without pants.  I tell him I'm fine with it, but that's cause boxers are
pretty much shorts.  He had been wearing briefs.  He then says that it
shouldn't matter cause his briefs have been on the ground with his jeans
for the last five minutes.

I'm kind of surprised, but say nothing.  His flannel was long enough to
cover him, so I hadn't noticed.  He then laughs and says he has a crazy
idea.  I follow him to the fenced off beach and we find our way around the
fence and out onto the diving platform/dock in the lake.  He proceeds to
take off all of his clothing and do this little dance.  It was really funny
actually, but I was surprised at his sudden exhibitionism.  Never in a year
in a half had I ever seen him naked.  Now he was showing himself to the
lake and anyone nearby (even though it was nearly 4 and most people were
asleep.)  I was still in boxers, shirt and coat.  He said he had done what
he came to do and we went back to the boat house.  We stood and talked for
a while and I decided that I was going to take off my clothes too.  I did.
I didn't go out and dance on a dock, but I stood there.  As I did this he
commented how he was cold, except for his dick.  I told him it was all the
blood that was there.  I told him, jokingly that he could keep his hand
warm by stroking himself.  To further the explanation, I started slowly
pulling on my cock.  He kind of let out a laugh and smiled.  Probably
thought I was crazy.  I told him it was starting to feel good and he should
join me.  I sat down and he sat about four feet from me and we started
jacking off.  All the while we're talking about how often the other does
this, when, where, what techniques.  It was really the strangest
conversation I've ever had with him, and under the strangest conditions.  I
was getting off pretty well and was gonna cum when he said that it was cold
and we should finish in the room.

So we stop, get up and dress and high tail it home.  He dials up some
internet porn to get himself in the mood, while I, still hard from just
having jacked off with my best friend, outside no less, needed nothing but
some quick strokes to finish the job.

I considered finishing before him and then offering to help, but decided to
finish at the same time and let him do all the work himself.  As he picked
up the pace, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, pulling in every
feeling of pleasure I was getting right then.  Grabbing a nearby sock from
my drawer, I encased my dick with it and let out some soft moans as I came,
shooting gob after gob of my cum into the sock.  Coming down off my
self-induced high, I zipped up as he did, packed some more books up, and we
headed back to the library, a good hour and a half after our break for
fresh air started.

We're going back to the library tonight for another all nighter, maybe I
can get him to take another break.  I sure could use it.

Any comments or questions welcomed.  I'm still new at relaying my
experiences to an audience, and would appreciate any thoughts on my story.
-Ron