Date: Thu, 14 Oct 1999 19:05:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zach Davis <ZachDavis@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Zach's Junior Year - Pt II

Reader: If you're under 18, you are supposed to go away and wait until you
can handle this.  If you don't approve of male-male sexuality and explicit
description of gay sex, you have stumbled into the wrong place; stop
reading and close the file.  For everyone else, I hope you enjoy reading
this as much as I did putting it together.  Feel free to e-mail your
thoughts.


Zach's Junior Year - Part II, The Dream

Really, it's not that I'm obsessed about my new roommate.  Most of the time
I'm a normal guy, study, go to class, joke around with a bunch of friends
(including Robert).  It's just that when I go to the nearest thing I have
to a home, there he is close, friendly, and when I get horny, damn fun to
look at.  Even when he's fully dressed I enjoy watching him.  Some time
about mid November, I slowly woke from a very vivid dream.  I had been in
one of those bathroom stalls in the Student Union with graffiti all over,
you know: bad poetry, stupid drawings of guys jacking enormous dicks,
invitations to meet; then it melted into a scene of a smooth-as-silk guy
standing naked at the urinal next to me; I slide my arm around his hips;
suddenly I'm naked too, my cock pressed against him with my ass bucking and
riding his hip like a dog attached to your leg.  I then became more awake
than asleep and realized I was humping my bed sheet and the underside of my
cock was a little sore.  I felt the sheet which was wet enough that precum
had actually pooled there; checking my pubes I found that my hair was
matted to my body and cock.  Instinctively my had wrapped around my tool
and started stroking up over my circumcised crown, then covered my slippery
head and stroked back down stretching the skin all the way back.  I kept my
eyes closed and tried to regain the dream: the smooth, naked stud jacks my
cock as I take hold of him and feel his cock throb in my hand.  I can't
believe he wants me to take him and touch him but he presses against me
more as I thrust myself in his hand.  A wave of warmth and happiness floods
through me, but rather than cumming in the dream, I woke almost fully and
realized where I was and what I was doing.

Since Robert wears his shorts to bed, I get into bed that way too then
quietly slip them off and place them by the wall so I can put them on in
the morning or if I have to get up during the night.  So, there I was warm,
naked and on the edge of an great orgasm.  I definitely did not want to get
up, put something on, then go hide in a restroom to jack off.  The problem
was that it was almost time to get up, and there was enough daylight to see
everything in the room.  If Robert were to wake up while I'm jacking off,
there would be no privacy.  I decided maybe I'd wait a half hour or so
until he got up and went to the shower.  Even as I was considering that, my
left hand made an "O" with finger and thumb and pressed tightly over my
slick cockhead and all the way down to the base of my shaft.  My mind tried
to take control: "No! I can't do that!", but my hand continued, this time
pulling up tightly so that all the loose skin I have was drawn toward the
tip.  My finger circled around and around on the edge of the crown then
stopped and wiggled underneath where it is most sensitive.  I decided: "If
he sees me I'll just say `Of course I jack off!  I'm not a little kid, and
I'm not going to hide!' (brave hugh, as long as he's asleep.)  Hell, I
might even tell him he can watch if he wants `cause it's too good to stop."

I could see Robert lying in his bed.  One arm is out of the covers so I
could see his bare shoulder and part of his chest.  "Damn!" I thought "I
almost wish he would catch me maybe he'd just join in."  I watched him and
made him into the silky boy in my dream.  Using my right hand, I started
the familiar, even strokes up and down my hard cock, occasionally coming
over the tip to stroke and squeeze it then take more precum for lube.  It
was so good and comfortable; I decided to go for everything.  Wetting the
middle finger of my other had with precum, I reached between my legs and
rubbed the rose of my ass as I pumped my cock.  I could feel my nuts churn
and then start to pulse.  The right hand stopped for a second and reached
up, stroked my own chest the way I wanted to do Robert's, then a firm
squeeze on one nip, rolling its hard tip between my fingers. I thought
about rubbing Roberts chest, tweaking his tit and then easing down his firm
belly, feeling the hair below his navel as my hand would reach into his
shorts.  I rubbed my own belly, then down further; I noticed my pubic hair
was totally soaked and slimy with precum.  I grabbed my cock hard and
stroked fast to get back to the very edge.  With all the fluid, the fast
strokes against my flared cockhead made a foamy lather that was squishing
loudly enough that I realized I had better be more careful.  I looked at
Robert's face to assure myself he was asleep, almost wishing he weren't.

The first hard wave hit, a sharp breath and I stifled a groan.  I pressed
my legs together around my arm pretending that the lump there was his cock,
or arm, or something.  I pressed my finger against my asshole and stroked
hard as I started to cum.  Another basically dry spasm, but the pleasure
kept building.  Tingling all over, the pressure against my ass felt so
good.  I don't often play there, but that morning was so out of control,
jacking hot and hard with Robert just a few feet away.  Then I felt the
next wave start from deep between my legs, where my palm was pressed
against the base of my balls, then up through my cock.  A jet of cum
exploded and splashed against the top sheet.  I squeezed and pressed every
thing tighter. The waves in my cock were also pulsing in my butt.  My
thoughts were dazed in an unfocused, animal pleasure.  Cum splashed on the
bed and rolled against my hip.  I continued to pump my cock slowly as more
waves passed through me and over me, so intense nothing was clear, nothing
thought out, just strength, warmth, comfort.  Then, almost as fast as it
had started, I began to relax.  A warm quiet satisfaction settling into my
muscles and my mind.  Gently, I relaxed my legs and freed that hand; my
right hand continued stroking a bit more, pulling at, but not going over,
the head which was still entirely too sensitive to touch.  The last weak
little spurt announced the end.  Easily, I drifted back toward sleep;
everything I was laying in or on was soaked in cum, but I didn't care; it
was warm and I felt so very good.

When I woke, Robert was moving around the room.  He was of course oblivious
to the fact that he was my lover a little while ago.  I smiled and said
good morning as he headed out to the showers.  I used my briefs to clean up
as much as I could.  I had a lot of matted hair, but I managed to scrape
off most anything that looked like dried cum.  If anyone had a sharp eye as
I headed into the shower that morning, I'm sure he had a good chuckle
figuring (almost correctly) another case of nocturnal emission.