Date: Fri, 22 Oct 1999 19:21:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zach Davis <ZachDavis@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Zach's Junior Year - Pt IV

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.

If you jumped into the middle of this story, you might want to go back to
find out about the birthday present Zach gave Robert

Zach's Junior Year - Pt IV - New Rules

That night, after dinner we each worked at our desks and studied as though
nothing had happened.  When we went to bed it was just like normal.  Well,
I made damn sure not to be looking at him as he undressed.  Maybe Robert
seemed a little quieter than usually, but we both had heavy reading
assignments we were working on so it was difficult to tell if anything was
amiss.

Then, Thursday night, about two minutes after Robert turned out his light,
I heard, "Zach?"

"Yea?"  I knew by the question in his voice this wasn't going to be a just
a "did you remember to pay the phone bill" question.

"What you did the other night, when I was having that wet dream.."

I could feel my blood run cold.  The next second my face and chest exploded
with heat; I'm sure I was blushing enough to glow in the dark.  Please
don't let him say he wants me to move out.  "Yea.."

"I guess that means you jack off too when you get horny?"

"Yea.. I guess most all guys do.  That's what they told me in school."

"Look, you're my best friend here and I don't want to screw that up so if
this is too weird, just tell me to shut up."  There was this long pause,
then, "The only thing I miss about home is having my own room after my
brother left for UCLA `cause I didn't have to hide when I wanted to jack
off.  Ahh ... could we agree that we both jack off, and it's OK to do it;
ya don't have to hide or try to wait till your alone?"

My mind was racing: He's as nervous about talking about it as I am!  Damn,
did he say not wait till your alone - he's going to do it while I'm here?
Unbelievable!  Trying to sound a cool as I could, I said "It's fine with
me, if you're cool with it.  Yea, were not little kids.  Jack off whenever
you want."

"Yea, great."

A bout two minutes later, I heard Robert take a deep breath and then his
bed creaked and sheets rustled.  There was still a lot of light in the
room, so I could tell that he had taken off his briefs and the tent in his
bed was moving up and down in that famous motion.  When I realized that he
was really doing it, I could feel my gut tighten and my heart start to
pound; my cock of course had been rock-hard since the conversation began.
I thought: I've got to get him out from the covers, but after the other
night, I didn't want him to think I was going to grab him any time he got
naked (of course that would be fine with me), so I better not push too
much.  My hands were absolutely shaking as I threw back my covers and made
it obvious I was pulling off my shorts.  "It doesn't take much to get me
horny either."  I said softly, "But you're gon'a make a mess of your sheets
if you hide under there."  I laid there on my bed making slow obvious
strokes with my left hand so Robert could see my cock if he wanted to.

He didn't wait a second and the covers were off.  There he was, naked head
to toe.  His cock straight in the air being slowly stroked, his tight abs
and chiseled chest taking slow deep breaths.  I could feel rivers of precum
running down my shaft and over my hip.  I could see he had turned his head
and was watching me just like I was watching him.  I moved my hand up so
the bit of foreskin I had would slide over my crown, with quicker strokes I
started making slurping noises.  I could see Robert react, his head jerked
a little more to the side, then he changed his pattern, longer, more steady
strokes all the way up then back down.  I saw his other hand move up and
start to rub his chest.  That was about all it took, two strong full
strokes, my hips arched and my throat made a groan that I made no effort to
stop.  That first load exploded so hard it hit me in the face, then several
more covered my chest and belly before settling down and drenching my
pubes.  I let out an exhausted sigh and just laid there exposed and sated.
When I came, all my attention had been drawn there.  Now I looked back over
toward Robert.  He had all but stopped his action to watch, now he started
stroking with all he had. Suddenly it hit.  His knees bent, feet pulled up
toward his but, his hips launched into the air, his chest tighten and
squeezed out a sound almost like a whimper.  This one was doing him, not
him doing it.  I couldn't really see the cum fly but I heard it hit his
pillow then his face turned as hit hit there.  He held the arched position
and kept pumping the shaft for a few seconds then collapsed.  I could hear
him catching his breath.

After a few seconds, when the world started to make sense again, I grabbed
my shorts and mopped up the mess.  Robert took the cue and did the same.  I
dropped the mess on the floor and pulled the covers over me.  I turned on
my side, facing Robert, and said "Good night dude, I'm going to sleep so
well."

Robert said. "Good night Zach, You're one hell of a roommate you know
that."

It was not very fancy for jack off technique but sharing that intimacy with
Robert gave it more power than I could have imagined.

The next morning, we both had an eight o'clock class, so we were up with
the same alarm.  Be both climbed out of bed naked.  Robert smiled kind of
sheepishly at me; I smiled and shrugged.  We both pulled on a pair of
sweats. I found something to busy myself with at my desk while he went off
for a shower.  I didn't dare shower with him this morning.

I didn't want Robert to think I was an obsessed sex machine, so I was
determined not to exercise our new pact again right away.  None the less,
things did loosen up in our room.  I gave up the pretense of sleeping with
clothes.  I suspect the first night he assumed I was going to start jacking
off when I dropped my shorts on the floor and climbed into bed nude.

After a couple of nights he ventured a comment, "You sleeping naked now
days?"

I confessed, "I have since I was about fourteen, but you're almost the only
person that knows it.  Since we decided to stop hiding things, I figured
why bother sneaking them off in the middle of the night."

After that, there was a slight but noticeable increase in nudity around the
room.  I didn't cover up to get out of bed, just walked over the the
dresser bare-assed and picked out the clothes for the day.  I was pleased
to note that Robert was less quick to slide out of one thing and into
another.  One morning, still naked as a Jaybird, he made a production of
making sure he remembered to put a report into his pack so he wouldn't
forget to turn it in.  Another time he came back from the shower, put on
his T-shirt then stopped to comb his hair before putting on any underwear.
I began to entertain serious illusions that he was putting on a show for
me.  Unfortunately, and I suspect not by coincidence, he was never hard
when he would let me see him.

In spite of my raging fantasies, I'm not very brave, but one day not too
long into this new phase, I woke up with the infamous morning erection.
Robert's alarm had just gone off so he was awake and stirring.  I started
to consider slipping into my shorts like I used to do, then thought "hell
here's a chance, use it".  I tossed back the covers with my cock straight
in the air for just a second before I put my feet over the side and sat up.
When I stood up, it was pointed straight at Robert; he was definitely
watching as I walked over the the dresser to get fresh briefs before
heading to the the toilet, which I badly needed.  Robert was getting out of
bed (maneuvering for a better look?), so I turned to face him while I
stepped into the jockeys.  I let the waistband catch under my balls for a
second while I pulled up the back, then popped the front equipment into
place.  Roberts eyes weren't missing a bit of the show.

I couldn't keep from muttering a face saving, "I hope its not crowded down
there this morning, I can't wait for a line."  As I headed toward the door.

Robert chuckled and replied, "It better not be or you've got a problem."