Date: Tue, 26 Oct 1999 17:34:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zach Davis <ZachDavis@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Zach's Junior year - Pt V

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 V - The Dance

With Spring quarter, people started looking for apartments and arrangements
for the next year.  One day, Robert mentioned that a couple of his friends,
that I had also gotten to know, were putting together a group of four guys
to rent a two bedroom apartment; was I interested in joining them and
sharing a room with him next year?  Of course, my answer was an immediate
yes.

We both have an interest in anthropology, so we had worked out our
schedules to take a course on Native American Cultures of the Southwest
together.  It was our last class of the day.  As we arrived back at the
dorm, some folks were in the TV room watching an afternoon talk show that
was featuring people who wanted to be strippers - both gals and guys.  The
ladies were just finishing up.  Of course they stopped short of being
topless for TV, but there were plenty of jiggles and bumps and grinds.
Then the guys came out.  One just pulled off his shirt and played
flex-the-muscles games.  The other had worked out a routine, dancing,
showing a little at a time.  He wasn't all that muscled, but by the time he
had gotten rid of that shirt all the gals were paying close attention.  I
guess the director got nervous, because when the dancer started making a
production of lowering his zipper, the cameras went to some weird angles
then cut to a commercial.  Funny how it's ok for TV to ogle women but they
cannot admit to really looking at males.

That evening we were about to call it a night when the DJ on the radio put
on La Bamba.  It has such a great dance beat, I started moving my feet and
dancing to it, then thought of the show that afternoon.  "Hey Robert, maybe
we should get a job as male strippers."  I pulled off a sock twirled it and
threw it in the corner, did a couple of dance steps then did the same with
the other one.  Then I pulled up my shirt and flashed Robert my belly,
turned my back to him as I pulled it over my back , then faced him with the
shirt still covering my pecs the way the dancer had done on the show.

Robert said, "Yea, we could do that." , got up started swaying to the music
then grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands and pulled it up so
that it was inverted hiding his head but exposing his chest; swaying at the
hips he did a dance turn so I could watch his butt and back muscles work,
then faced me before pulling the shirt off the rest of the way.

I gave my shirt a twirl and sent it to the corner with my socks.  Then,
with a lot of hip motion, I undid my belt and rhythmically drew it out of
my pants.  Robert matched my motion.  I lowered my zipper most of the way
then pulled it back up.  He was wearing button fly style and did a very
deliberate one-handed operation with those buttons.  I lowered my zipper
and flashed one half of my basket then covered and flashed the other half.
My dance partner chose to expose his all at once but only for a second then
turned his back to me; with a sawing motion gradually showed his cotton
covered butt, then, with a sharp spin, turned to face me and let his pants
drop to the floor, stepped one foot out of them, with a side step he sent
them sliding out of the the way under his bed, then continued a normal rock
& roll dance wearing nothing but his white briefs.  He was bulging, but the
rhythm was moving so quickly nothing was too obvious.  I seemed to be into
flash and twirl, so I drew one leg out then tried to dance with one leg
still on.  That didn't work too well, so off they came and I flipped them
into the corner.  (Note for the future exotic dancers: empty you pockets
before going on stage.)

There we were, two guys dancing together in our dorm in just our underwear.
Robert's gyrations were making me nuts, I had to keep this moving forward.
I put my hands on my hips, swaying, I pushed the waistband down to the base
of my cock exposing my pubic hair and the top of my butt and allowing my
cock to stick straight out.  Robert smiled, turned around and flashed his
ass, then faced me again.  I turned my back to him, pushed my pants all the
way down, stepped back (toward him) then held them in front of me when I
faced him, swaying my hips but blocking his view of my equipment for a few
beats before sending the jockeys off to the corner too.  Consistent with
his routine, he swayed with the music side-to-side and casually sent his
shorts dropping to the floor then to disappear under his bed.  Face it,
Robert's just a classier act the I am!

We were both now, buck-naked, rock-hard and dancing to very hot Latin
music.  Swaying with the music, I locked eyes with him and started stroking
my cock.  Robert looked down at my hand action for a second then looked me
in the eye as he started stroking his own.  As the music neared its finish,
I kept my eyes on his face and danced closer, he moved toward me until we
were swaying inches apart.  Without moving my eyes, I reached forward and
took Robert's cock in my hand and started stroking him, without missing a
beat, I felt his had wrap around my tool and gently stroke the shaft.

The dancing stopped before the music.  For a few seconds, we stood there
stroking each other, I put my free hand on his hip and he did the same.  I
moved my hand to feel the smooth soft flesh and my thumb rubbed the hair at
the edge of his pubes. His motions again matched mine.  I reached out,
turned off the radio and motioned with my head for us to move to my bed.
We lay down together side by side.  I felt his skin touching my side and
leg as keenly as his hand which was wrapped back around my dick.  I stroked
him a bit, just to confirm what we were there for, before I started
exploring his body.  That hard smooth body that had been the subject of so
many fantasies this year was now here and real.

My fingers combed through his soft pubic hair, then up his abs.  My index
finger probed into his navel then followed the crease in the midline of his
chest.  I traced the outline of his pecs then circled the nipple which was
also hard and erect.  Robert kept a slow steady beat on my member as he
watched my finger games.  I reached down and let my finger start where his
cock and sac met.  I traced up the the ridge on the underside of the shaft
to the tip, which was now flowing precum.  I spread that clear juice around
and around his cockhead.  Now he stopped his attentions to me and focused
on his own sensations.  My finger retraced its route down and continued to
follow the seam of his tight balls and found the clear, naked skin of his
perineum.  There, I pressed two fingers firmly deep into the soft flesh
until I could feel I was massaging the deepest root of his cock.  It waved
and bounced with this attention.  Going back to where I knew he wanted
attention most, I wrapped my hand high on his cock and used my two fingers
to spread the fluid there.  I brought those fingers to my mouth for my
first taste of Robert.  He watched intently as my tongue licked his precum
from my fingers then applied my own saliva back.  I've always found the
combination of precum and saliva a most effective lube, which is the mix I
now created on his throbbing cockhead.  I resumed stroking, this time
letting those two fingers be divided by his head.  One caressing his soft,
satiny crown, the other pressing against the sensitive underside.  Just
that couple of inches of movement were creating a wonderful tension in
Roberts face.  I wasn't nearly ready to bring him off, so my hand drifted
down and rested on his inner thigh.

Understanding that I was giving him some recovery time, he resumed his
steady strokes on my pole.  After a bit, he paused and looked at me, sort
of asking permission as he put his hand in the center of my chest.  I was
guessing this was his very first time in bed with another guy.  I smiled
and whispered, "Do whatever you want."  He gently rubbed my chest the rose
on one elbow, leaned over and licked my hard nip.  I lay back and enjoyed
his attention as he reached down and cupped my balls, fondling them softly
as his tongue flick my nip then his mouth sucked on it.  Soon, he laid his
head on my shoulder and rubbed my abs with his hand.  Keeping his head on
my chest he went back to my cock, this time running his finger up and down
the underside of my shaft, across the top, then with separate and
deliberate strokes, spread my precum down each side of my pulsing cock.
Wrapping his hand just below the crown, he pulled up, allowing the skin to
come over the crown, then down until his hand was buried in my hair.  A bit
of this and I needed to stop him.

I ran my fingers through his hair, outlined his ear with my thumb and
putting my hand on his shoulder gently pushed him back flat on the bed.  I
turned on my side and scooted down the bed until my face was even with is
chest.  My cock dragged through the hair on his legs leaving its own snail
trail.  I rolled over straddling his legs and holding my self off of him
with my arms.  His stiff cock poked me in the belly as I bent down and
kissed both pecs.  My tongue started on the silky smooth skin at the center
of his chest and worked down his midline.  I skipped over his belly-button,
went to the base of his abs and licked up the fine line of hair back to his
navel.  On all fours, I crawled down until I was centered over his waiving,
streaming cock.  I looked up to his face and raised my eyebrows to ask
"OK?"; his eyes almost screamed, "Yes, please do it."

With sort of a push-up move, I lowered myself until I could collect his
clear nectar with the tip of my tongue.  It was fresh and sweet.  My tongue
went under then around his cockhead collecting all I could.  His muscles
tightened making his cock swing with every contact.  What a nice game.
Finally, I caught the tip with my lips and slowly, slowly lowered my mouth
onto him.  For a couple of seconds I sucked his cockhead like a puppy
nursing, drawing his precum straight into my mouth.  Then I started
stroking his head with my tongue.  Using one hand I held his shaft and took
in as much of his cock as I could, then lifted up, just leaving my lips
closed over the tip, then back down as far as I could go.  I repeated this
a few times, then let my mouth and tongue focus on his head while my hand
pumped the shaft.  Soon he whispered. "You've got to stop."  I rose up and
smiled.  I leaned forward and kissed his belly just below his navel.  His
wet cock pressing at the base of my throat.  I moved up in the bed and laid
flat on top of him, my cock rubbing next to his in a double mat of hair.
The sensation of his skin against mine was like a dream.  I lowered my head
down over his shoulder into the pillow.  Cheek to cheek I breathed deeply
taking in his smell and relishing every sensation I could find.  After a
few moments,I rolled off laying flat on my back with our hips and arms
together.

"I want to try that too." he whispered as he lifted up and started to
migrate down the bed.  I spread my legs so he would climb between them.
Kneeling between my legs, he stopped to lick and suck on both sides of my
chest.  I used the time to explore his back with my hands; I also ran my
ankle along the back of his tight thigh as he balanced over me.  This
pleasantly brought the edge of my foot to wedge in the cleft of his ass,
where by rotating my foot, I could massage his rose.  A bit awkward but I
wanted to touch every part of him all at once.  Soon, he continued on
toward is goal, pausing only to kiss my navel.

The moment came, he paused for a second looking at my swollen, throbbing
cock, then he looked up into my eyes.  Here was the scene I had held in my
mind's eye so often, my impossible fantasy.  This beautiful face, soft
eyes, and friendliest smile looking up at me from between my legs.  Slowly,
dragging his fingers through my bush, he encircled the base of my cock with
his thumb and finger, holding it still he looked at it for a moment more.
I was not sure whether he was still deciding if this was what he wanted to
do, or taking in every bit of our adventure.  He opened his mouth, lowered
his head, and I felt the warmth of his tongue and lips surround me.  His
tongue worked the under side of my head and shaft as his lips caressed my
soft, sensitive crown.  He was moving up and down taking in about half the
length of my cock.  After a bit he came off me, and started licking my
shaft further down to its base and started licking my balls, under them,
around the sides, then I felt his tongue probe the crease between my thighs
and pubes, then along the other side. The sensations from all this
attention was incredible.  He held the my cock against the side of this
nose and against his forehead.  He started sliding up and flicking the
shaft with his tongue as he drew up its length, then the same on the other
side.  He wanted to be doing this as much as I did!  Again he drew my cock
into his mouth, working it with his tongue, pumping my shaft with his hand.
His other hand was on my hip, then across my abs, finally reaching up
massaging my chest and nip.  I was rapidly reaching a point of no return.
I hugged him with my knees and whispered in a very throaty voice, "Unless
you want to take it all, you better back off."  Gently he rose, letting me
slide slowly from his lips.

I put my hands on his sides, high under his arm pits, and urged, "Lay on
top of me, put your cock between my legs, high up just under my balls.
Fuck me there."  He moved up laying on me as our legs exchanged position.
I loved being crushed into the bed by him.  With his full weight on my
chest while we moved around, I could hardly breathe, I loved every second,
even a moment of discomfort as my friend and I shared this intimacy.  We
adjusted my cock between us and his settled under my balls.  I squeezed my
thighs tight around him.  His cock, hard and pulsing, between my legs felt
so good, so much better than my own hand when I had imagined, beyond hope,
that this could happen.

I wrapped my arms around him, and he started flexing his hips.  Everything
was so wet with precum and saliva sliding was easy.  With the movement, I
could feel every point of our contact.  My chest rubbing against his, his
chin against the top of my shoulder, his hot breath against my neck, and
the smell his hair which was now damp with sweat from our dance and the
excitement of the forbidden things which we were doing.  Most especially,
as he flexed his his hips, I felt his hard abs grinding against my excited,
sensitized cock.  Flexing my butt, I could stroke against his belly without
loosening the clenched grip of my thighs on his pistoning cock.  Quickly I
was coming to a climax.  This time, almost without warning, my throat let
out a groan that might have been heard in the next room, my cock exploded
between us.  A river of hot jism spread between us.  I squeezed him tighter
with my arms and legs as wave after wave went through me.  Robert paused
his action for a bit as my hips bucked with the urgency of my pleasure.  I
could feel cum running down my sides and following his body down my pubes
and between my legs.  Gradually, my wild gyrations slowed. I then realized
I had been breathing in gasps between each spasm.  As I relaxed, Robert
renewed his action.  This time with hard, long strokes.  Lubed with my cum,
he was sliding quickly and easily.  Suddenly he pitch forward harder.  He
drove his hands and arms under my back and grabbed at the top of my
shoulders.  With a series of hip drives that shook our bed, he found his
mark.  Without a sound I, I felt his cum flow under me, wetting the crevice
of my ass, spreading between my thighs.  My friend's cum enveloping me as
he hugged, squeezed, and possessed me.

All too soon, he relaxed and collapsed, spent on top of me.  Gently I
stroked my hand along his back.  I held him tightly with one arm, so there
was no thought of moving while I reached out with the other and turned off
the light.  Wrapping both arms around him, we laid there, welded together,
as I thought, "This is my roommate for next year".

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This completes Junior Year.  I hope you have enjoyed it.  I love e-mail and
welcome suggestions.  For a while, I was in touch with a story editor that
really helped tighten things up. - Thanks Dan, if you ever see this, I'd
love to hear from you again.

I've not written anything more about Zach and Robert, but I have played
with the idea of Zach meeting a new friend at "The Bookstore"