Date: Thu, 05 Sep 2002 09:06:03 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 12

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LOVE OF A LIFETIME

PART 12

     When I woke up in the morning, Jason was lying on his back with the
sheets down around his knees again and his sleep hard on exposed for the
whole world to see.  Since it was just lying out there and since I had a
few minutes before I needed to get up and ready for my first day of work, I
quietly jacked off while looking at him.  It had been a couple of days
since Andy and I had made love and I hadn't jacked off in the meantime so
my load was a heavy one with the first spurt landing on my chest between my
pecs and the next few bursts trailing down my stomach.  I grabbed my briefs
from beside the bed and cleaned up before tossing the cum-encrusted briefs
into my laundry basket and pulling on some old clothes for my new job in
the kitchen.

     The job wasn't difficult, but it was hot, muggy, and dirty scrapping
the dishes from the return line and loading them in the dishwasher.  I also
had the job of taking the new trays of food out to the serving area.  On
one of my trips to put out more food I saw Justin going through the line,
and we said hello.

     "How was the snoring last night?"

     "I got ear plugs yesterday.  I could still hear him, but I'm not sure
I'll hear my alarm clock.  Hope I get used to it soon."

     "I'll be up every morning for this job.  I could check and make sure
you're up when I get back.  When's your first class in the mornings?"

     "I've got biology lecture on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at nine and
then biology and chemistry labs on Tuesday and Thursday at 9:30."

     "That sounds like my schedule.  We're probably in the same classes to
start out.  I'll just make sure you're up."

     "Thanks, C.Z.  I don't want to start missing classes right away.  Are
you doing anything before practice this afternoon?"

     "No.  Got anything in mind?"

     "Yeah.  Let's go figure out where our classes will be and then explore
the town a little."

     "Sounds good.  I'll grab you when I get cleaned up after work."

     "Deal.  See ya then."

     After work I was dripping wet with sweat and spilled water from
rinsing the dishes before loading them into the big dish washing machine.
I beat my way back to the room.  Jason was still asleep with an exposed
hard on, but he woke up when I came in.  He stretched and then must have
realized that his hard on was displayed because he quickly covered up.

     "Don't worry about it, Jason," I said as I stripped off my work
clothes and gathered stuff for a shower.  "Every guy has morning erections.
I'm sure you'll see me with one at some point."

     I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat on the bed facing Jason.
"Another thing we need to talk about is masturbation.  If we're living
together, we've got to find times when we can jack off without
embarrassment."

     He looked indignant.  "Hey, I don't do that."

     I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  He was denying that he jacked
off when I had watched him do it two nights in a row.  "Jason, every guy
jacks off.  It's natural."

     "No it's not.  It's a sin and it's 'queer'.  I don't do queer stuff,
man."

     That pissed me off.  "Whatever."  I got up and stalked down to the
bathroom to shave.

     As I was shaving I thought that I should have told Jason that I'd seen
him jacking off. Why would he outright lie like that?  What's this hangup
he has with things 'gay' and 'queer'?

     Jason came into the bathroom to shave just as I was getting ready to
go into the shower area.  He shaved quickly because he joined me in the
shower right after I got the water warmed up enough to get under the spray.
I'd taken the end shower head on one wall.  Jason took the middle shower
head on the same wall.  That surprised me.  I had expected him to go to the
opposite wall.  We were so close we could easily bump into one another
while showering.  I figured I'd better be extra careful so I didn't do
anything to raise Jason's suspicions.
     We didn't talk while we shampooed and lathered.  Both of us were about
done when Brad Miller came into the shower area.  Jason and I both said
hello.

     "I'm gonna kill that sissy roommate of mine.  He woke me up when he
came in from breakfast."

     I hadn't thought much of Brad before, and that remark reinforced my
opinion.  "You kept him awake the last couple of nights with your snoring,
man, and what's the bit with Justin being a 'sissy'?"

     He gave me a sneering look.  "Everybody snores.  Ole Justin just needs
to get used to it, and everyone knows that soccer players and track runners
are sissies."

     He looked over at Jason and grinned.  Jason smiled back.  I was pissed
off again and left the shower area.  Jason stayed and talked with Brad.  It
looked like it was going to be a long year!

                       **********

     Justin and I found where all of our classes would be meeting.  We had
almost the same schedules.  We would be in the same biology and chemistry
lectures and labs as well as the same freshman English class.  Both of us
had math and history also, but not the same sections.
     After locating the rooms for our classes, we headed uptown to do a
little exploring.  We ate lunch at a small deli in the downtown area, and
Justin picked up a couple of CD's at one of the music stores.  I really
enjoyed Justin's company.  The time went by quickly and we soon had to head
back to campus because both of us had practice.

     Coach Kensington worked us hard again.  I was worn out and took a nap
before dinner.  That evening was an all-campus mixer.  Justin and I had
decided earlier not to go and just hang out together.

     Jason seemed upset that I wouldn't be going to the mixer.  "Come on,
man.  You've got to go meet some chicks."

     "Jason, I'm not really into big crowds.  I'm just going to talk to
Andy on the phone and then hang with Justin."

     "Okay, but you could be missing a chance to 'score' tonight, fella."

     "How can you tell me this morning that masturbation is a sin and
tonight you're talking about hunting up some girl to have sex with.  I
don't understand it."

     Jason got real quiet for a second and then turned and left the room.
"Maybe Brad's right, and you are queer."

     I think I would have started a fight with him if he'd stayed in the
room.  Once I'd calmed down enough, I called Andy and talked to him for
about half an hour.  I told him about Jason's jacking off and then denying
it and about his latest antigay comment.  Andy urged me to give Jason a
chance and not rush to judgement about him.  I told him it would be hard,
but that I'd try.  I always felt better after talking with Andy, but I
always missed him more just hearing his voice.

                       **********

     Justin and I went to the student union and got some cokes and chips
and then went back to the dorm.  We ended up in my room listening to the
CD's Justin had bought that morning.  Neither one of us mentioned the
outbursts in the diversity meeting from the night before, although I sure
wanted to find out why Justin had been so upset with Brad and Jason's
homophobic remarks.

     Jason came back from the mixer about 11:30, and Justin headed back to
his room.  I was still steamed at Jason for his earlier remarks so we just
got undressed and went to bed without any conversation.  If Jason jacked
off that night, I didn't know it.  I was deep asleep.

                       **********

     When I got back from working in the kitchen the next morning, I did a
quick check in Justin's room.  Brad was still loudly snoring away, but
Justin's bed was empty.
     Jason was still asleep in our room so I quietly shucked my work
clothes, grabbed my stuff, and headed down to the bathroom and shower.
Justin was there drying off from his shower.  We talked for a bit as I
shaved and he finished drying off.  When he was done drying himself, he
threw his towel over his shoulder and continued to talk.  Now, I'm not real
shy, but I probably would have wrapped the towel around my waist instead of
standing there completely exposed like he was, but I figured with three
brothers there wasn't much modesty left.  I tried not to be too obvious
when I snuck glances at his body.  This guy was a real turn on for me.  As
I was getting ready to go into the shower, he said he was going to grab a
quick breakfast and would meet up with me in class.

                       **********

     Justin and I grabbed seats on the second row in the lecture room for
the intro biology course.  Both of us wondered what our first college
course and the first course in our intended major was going to be like.  It
looked like most of the rest of the class were freshman also 'cause I
recognized a number of people from the freshman mixer on Sunday.

     You know how you have an image of a college professor as some middle
aged guy in a tweed jacket smoking a pipe?  Well that sure wasn't what
walked in the room and started handing out the course syllabus!
     The professor introduced himself as Gary Griffith.  He was extremely
handsome with a great sun tan and dark brown curly hair that was just a
little on the long side of being stylish.  I figured him to be in his early
to mid thirties.  He was about 5'11" and 175 lbs with a great, warm smile
and striking gray-blue eyes.  He wore khaki pants and a blue button down
oxford shirt with a little bit of dark chest hair showing at the open
collar.  His resonant bass/baritone voice commanded your attention.  I
noticed a gold ring on the third finger of his left hand so I assumed he
was married.  'Lucky woman,' I thought.

     After going over the syllabus, Dr. Griffith started calling the roll.
He looked up after calling each name, located the student, studied his or
her face for a second or so and then went on to the next name.

     Naturally when he came to me, he called, "Carter Johnstone?"

     "Yes.  It's 'C.Z.', Sir."

     His eyes met mine and seemed to look right into my soul.  He smiled.
"C.Z. it is."

     He finished the roll and immediately launched into some lecture
material.  There was a mad scramble in the class for notebooks and pencils.
His lecture style was easy and conversational.  This was going to be a
great class!

     After biology, Justin and I walked together to our chemistry class.
Chemistry was in the next building so we got front row seats.  The
chemistry prof WAS your image of a college professor.  Middle aged,
balding, with a perpetually surprised look on his face and badly rumpled
clothes.  The lecture was kind of disorganized, not at all like the clear
lecture Dr. Griffith had given us.  As Justin and I walked across campus to
the English building for our next class we compared notes on the two
professors.

     Justin laughed.  "Well, fifty per cent's not too bad."

     We were almost late for the English class and had to take seats near
the back of the room.  The professor for this class was Dr. Kathy Williams.
  She was an attractive petite woman whose long brunette hair was pulled
into a loose bun on the top of her head.  I figured she was in her late
thirties because she had a few wisps of gray in her hair.  This class was
much smaller than the biology and chemistry lectures, and Dr. Williams had
us introduce ourselves to the rest of the class.

     After I introduced myself, she asked, "C.Z. is an unusual nickname.
Can you tell us how you got it?"

     I blushed a little.  "Well, Ma'am, where I grew up most everyone is
called by both their given names, and my mom told me that when I was first
born Carter Zebulon just seemed too big of a name for a small baby so it
became C.Z."

     The class laughed.  Dr. Williams smiled.  "I think C.Z.'s a great
name.  Very unique."

     "Yes, Ma'am.  I don't know of any others."

     She smiled again and then moved on to the rest of the class.  English
had not been one of my favorite subjects in high school, but I thought I
was going to enjoy this class.

     On the way over to the cafeteria for lunch, Justin said, "Well, two
out of three so far."

     We cracked up.

                       **********

     After lunch, Justin and I had different schedules.  I had history at
one and math at two while he had the reverse then both of us had practice.
We got together in the athletic study hall and compared notes on the rest
of our classes.  Since we had the same chemistry and biology labs we
decided to be lab partners and to study for biology, chemistry, and English
together.

     That night I was vaguely aware that Jason jacked off again after he
thought I was asleep.  This was getting old.  Andy and I had made love at
least once a day since I had moved in with him the previous summer so my
body was used to lots of sex.  Here I was with a roommate who jacked off,
ate his, cum, and then baldly denied that it happened while I'd been able
to get some relief for my meat only once in the past four days!

                       **********

     I managed to get some relief in a bathroom stall before going in to
work the next morning.  I figured the communal john was fairly safe at 5:30
in the morning.

     The rest of the week sped by between classes, practices, study hall,
and work there didn't seem like much time for Jason and me to be in the
room together except at night.  I was spending most of my free time with
Justin, and Jason was hanging with his football buddies, especially Brad
Miller, who I had decided by then was an even bigger asshole than I'd
thought at first.
     That Saturday Justin and I took a longer morning jog after I finished
work and then explored around the town a little more.  Jason and Brad went
out with some of the other guys on the football team at night and came back
rip roaring drunk.  They made a lot of noise.  Shawn, the RA, was pretty
pissed at them and threatened to put them on social probation and tell the
coaches.  Jason quieted down with those threats, but Brad became even
noisier and more obnoxious.  We all thought he was going to throw a punch
at Shawn, but when he started his swing he lost his balance and fell over
backward on the floor.  When we bent down to check on him, he was passed
out.  Shawn, Justin, and I carried him into his room and put him in his
bed.  He was snoring by the time we left.
     I retrieved Jason from the hallway, guided him down to our room, and
watched as he clumsily undressed himself before sprawling out naked on his
bed.  No sooner had Jason pulled his covers up than Justin knocked on the
door.
     He came in with a sleeping bag and asked to crash on the floor of our
room because Brad was making so much noise.  It was only a couple of hours
before I had to haul my ass out of bed and start washing dishes.
Fortunately, Sunday morning was VERY slow in the cafeteria, and so I
wouldn't have to work too hard.

     Both Jason and Justin were still asleep when I got back to the room
after work.  I stripped off my work clothes, grabbed my shower stuff, and
headed down the hallway to get cleaned up.
     After the shower, I started reviewing some of my class notes at my
desk dressed just in a pair of briefs.  I wasn't making a lot of headway
because both Jason and Justin slept in the nude and they had pushed their
covers well down during the night so that their morning erections were
exposed.  I'd seen Jason's morning hard on almost every morning for the
last week, but I'd never seen Justin hard.
     In his semi-aroused state his dick was about seven inches long.  It
curved up out of his dark pubic hair and lay just off the side of the
treasure trail of hair from his navel to pubic region.  His foreskin was
pulled back and most of the head was exposed.  I studied it from the desk
chair and the glans did seem to be a little smoother and shinier than would
be normal for an circumcised dick.
     I felt my dick start to lengthen as I watched the two hunky guys
sleeping.  I absent-mindedly stroked it a couple of times as it grew and
soon I had a raging hard on.
     I was just getting into a good rhythm on my dick when Justin stretched
on the floor and opened his eyes.  I knew I was busted!
     Justin looked over at Jason and then at me.  He mouthed a "good
morning" and then reached down and scratched his cock and balls.  He
wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock, looked at me, grinned, and
moved his hand up and down on the shaft a couple of times.
     I smiled sheepishly in return.
     Jason moved in his sleep placing his hand on his erection.  He groaned
a little as his hand moved on the shaft.  Justin and I exchanged looks, and
Justin put his finger up to his lips to signal me to stay quiet.  We
watched as Jason stroked his cock.  Justin started stroking his dick while
watching Jason so I figured 'what the heck' and stuck my hand inside my
briefs so I could stroke mine as well.  In just a couple of minutes Jason
shot a load onto his belly.  Still asleep he moved his cum-covered fingers
to his mouth and sucked off some of his cum.  Justin's eyes grew large as
he watched Jason eat his own cum, and he increased the speed with which he
was stroking his cock.  Soon he erupted onto his belly, and I shot a load
into my briefs at the same time.  Justin grabbed his boxers from beside the
sleeping bag and wiped the cum off his belly.
     He looked over at me, winked, and indicated with a nod of his head for
us to go out into the hall.

     He was barely controlling his laughter.  "Man, I've watched my
brothers beat off a lot, but I've never seen one of them bring himself off
while he was asleep.  That is one hard up fella.  The cum eating kind of
got to me."
  He indicated the wet stain in the front of my briefs.  "Kind of got to
you too."

     "Yeah.  What can I say."

     "Hey, don't worry."  He punched me in the arm.  "Everybody jacks off,
even if they deny it later.  I'll get my stuff and meet you for a jog."

     I knew right then and there that Justin would be a good friend.  He
seemed to have fewer sexual hangups than most people.  Guess that's what
happens in a house full of brothers.

(To be continued)