Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 09:20:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zach Davis <ZachDavis@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Zach's Junior Year - Pt III

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 - Pt III - Robert's Birthday

Around mid March, just before Robert's birthday we had a bit of a warm
snap.  Not surprising but maybe there is something to the theory that
hormones rage a bit more in the Spring.  Robert's birthday was going to
land on Monday this year, so a few friends arranged a small party the
Saturday before.  Some friends that had an apartment made a lasagna and got
some decent red wine.  After dinner, we settled in to watch "Sneakers" an
under-acknowledged Robert Redford move.  We are both Redford fans; he makes
great films.  Besides I think he's a hunk; of course, that's an opinion I
keep to myself.  When we headed back to the dorm, we weren't exactly
intoxicated, just comfortable and happy.  Robert had a few presents.  I
told him I was keeping his till the actual day and would give it to him
then.

Between the warm evening and the red wine, I guess Robert didn't need the
usual blankets.  He crawled into bed in just his cotton briefs and a sheet
on top.  The moon was almost full making the dorm pretty well lit.  I was
still laying there thinking about Redford and watching my roomie sleep.
About one in the morning, Robert thrashed around until he had the sheet off
and was just lying there in his white briefs.  What ever was on his mind
must have been nice since his briefs were tenting fast and his hand was
wondering over his chest.  I was hornier than I had been in months and I
guess the wine might have lowered my inhibitions a bit.  I raised up on one
elbow and just watched Robert.  His chest was just about perfect.  Square
pecs and just a bit of definition to his belly; not muscled up, just solid
and inviting.  His chest was smooth, but his legs were covered with light
hair that picked up the moon light.  I watched his face as his mouth moved
and worked; I wondered what he was licking or sucking in his dream.  His
eyebrows frowned and then relaxed.  I thought for perhaps the hundredth
time that he should get some work as a model.  As he wiggled around with
his dream, his cock came to a full, roaring erection.  The briefs were
pulled so tight I knew if I got closer I could see his nuts and shaft
through the leg hole that was being stretched and pulled off his thigh.  I
don't think I had anything in mind at the time as I slid off my bed to sit
on the floor next to him.  I just wanted to smell him and watch his
incredible body.

The room isn't that big; with a step and a half, I was at his side.  There
I was, in just my own briefs, kneeling on the floor at my roommates crotch.
His hand moved down and squeezed his cock and then went back to his chest.
I leaned towards him, I could smell that warm male scent that had driven me
to distractions months before.  My heart was pounding out of my chest.  An
impulse more than a plan, I knew what I was going to do.  I had a cover
story in my head in case he woke up, but my dick was running the show far
more than my brain.

I put two fingers I through the stretched leg of those white briefs and
felt the underside of his hard cock.  It jumped at my touch.  I could feel
the hard ridge underneath.  His breathing caught a bit as I touched him.  I
thought ,"Gawd, I hope he doesn't hate me if he wakes up."  I could feel
his muscles tighten as I rubbed the under side of his shaft, but he didn't
seem to wake.  I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and slowly pulled
up. He had enough skin so that my hand stroked easily to the top and my
index finger and thumb slid over his cockhead. His briefs were a little
damp, and his slit was oozing precum. Using that natural lube, I eased my
finger back down over the crest, held the base of his throbbing shaft and
stroked back up again.  As my thumb went over that soft, sensitive head, he
let out a small groan.  With one finger I circled the tip and collected
that clear juice.  With that, I wet the edge of his crown and worked back
and forth smoothly over the edge using my thumb to keep pressure on the
underside. He gasped and I felt his cock twitch and then explode. My hand
was covered with hot cum and his briefs were soaked.  Evidently still deep
in his dream, his hips rocked gently, I let his movements pump his shaft in
my hand until he stopped pulsing, then I eased my hand out. He had not
softened yet and in the moonlight I could see globs of white clinging to
hair at the base of his cock.  I looked back up toward his face.  It was a
relaxed smile and the light glistened off the sweat on his beautiful,
chiseled chest.

I whispered so very softly, "Happy birthday Robert."  I stood, then grabbed
a towel as I headed for the dorm shower room.  I didn't expect to meet
anyone and the hall was barely lit that time of night, but I had to have
something to cover my wet shorts and raging pole.  It would have been nice
to lie in my own bed to release the flood I was holding, but I dared not
push my luck further.  A warm shower in one of the private stalls would
have to do tonight.  With his scent still in my head and his cum all over
my hand, it would be fine.

By the time I got back to the room, Robert was covered with his sheet and
had his back to me.  I dropped the towel and crawled into my bed; two
minutes later, I too was in a deep and peaceful sleep.

The next day, every thing was normal.  No hint from my roomie about any
dream or anything else.  I sure wasn't going to ask.

As usual, Monday morning (Robert's official birthday) he was dressed and
headed to breakfast ahead of me.  I put his present, a Big Dog T-shirt, in
my book bag and headed to the dinning hall.  After we finished what passes
for breakfast, as he was about to leave, I pulled out his package and
handed it to him.  He got a quizzical look on his face and asked. "What's
this?"

I smiled.  I always prefer giving presents on the proper day.  "It's your
birthday present, remember."

He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "But you already gave me a
present.  It was great!"

He walked away and I sat there in a panic.  We wasn't asleep!  He heard me
wish him a happy birthday when I left.  He said it was great, but what does
he think of me for doing it.