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Zach's Junior Year - Pt I
Most of the time, when Robert would come back into our dorm room from the shower, I would politely be busy making my bed or getting dressed myself as he took off the sweats that he wore to the shower and put on his shorts and pants. I have to confess that sometimes I would position myself at the mirror over my desk and comb my hair to perfection while I hoped for a glimpse of his manhood as he slid into the white cotton briefs. There were times that I wondered if he played the same games. Occasionally, I would be just between dropping my sweats on my bed and stepping into my shorts he would suddenly put a book on my desk or something that would have us facing each other when I was a nude as a baby. If it was by design, I didn't mind at all, because it gave balance to the time I would try the same kind of trick.
The mornings were easy; we needed to get going and there really wasn't time to fantasize about more than a little game of show and tell. Nights, on the other hand, were something else. My encounters with my best friend Jeff made me face the fact that I liked getting physical with guys. At night, when I wanted to jack off, I would sometimes try to focus on getting into bed with one of my female friends, but I was beginning to come to terms with the fact that if I really let my self go, I would be remembering a time with Jeff or, more recently, I was imaging what it would be like to crawl over Robert's chest the way I had with Jeff.
I always made sure that I was safely alone when I jacked off. More and more I was using mental images of Robert's smooth square chest and that little treasure trail that led down into his shorts. I thought about what it would be like to see what his cock looked like hard. As I stroked my cock, I imagined him lying between my legs watching me jack off over him. He would smile as I got down to short strokes and then splashed hot, white cum all over his chest. When I finished, I would take my T-shirt and clean off his chest rubbing those smooth, firm muscles till they were as clean as ever. The reality was that I was on my back, alone and the cum splashed onto my own chest. It felt good all right, but it did not have the thrill of when I'd done it with Jeff. As soon as I caught my breath, I would reach down and use my shirt or briefs to clean my cum off of my chest; then make sure I didn't leave any evidence laying around.
As fall progressed, sometimes the wind kicked up and we had to start closing the window at night. That's when I noticed that I could smell Robert's personal scent. He didn't use cologne very often, and I'm not talking about odor from a workout or anything like that. Robert was pretty clean and always showered after his soccer games. I mean the natural scent of his skin. It was warm, soft and very male. Once I had figured out what it was, I just about lost balance all together. In fact, one day while he was out to class, I made sure the door was locked and went through his dirty close drawer. As soon as I opened that drawer, I just about passed out. I was hit full in the face with his gentle, male aroma. I picked up a shirt and held it to my nose. It was as though I could see him in front of me, smiling and peeling off that shirt. I watched his abs tighten and pecs thin out as he reached over his head to pull off that very shirt. I was looking up into his underarms and saw the hair there, soft and dark. I couldn't resist. I reached in and picked up a pair of his jockey briefs and held the front to my nose. It was a little different, muskier, and had a little bit of an acrid smell from sweat of his balls and crotch. Damn, I looked closer and there were a couple of short pubic hairs. With that, my attention centered on my own crotch, and it was no surprise that I realized I was already damp from precum flowing into my shorts.
Robert had two morning classes in a row and there was no way he was going to be back in less than an hour and a half. My head told me what I was about to do was perverted; if this was a movie, no doubt people would shake their head and frown. But it was just a private thing, no one would know and it didn't feel wrong at all. To hell with anyone else. Yes - I lusted for Robert and here was a way to pretend I was close to him. I took his shirt and went over to my bed. I peeled off my shirt and then opened my pants, slid them off and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Running a hand over the pouch of my own briefs, I found they were soaked. I squeezed my cock, then dropped Robert's shirt onto the bed. Sliding my hands down my sides, I took off my shorts and stood in the room, alone and naked, cock straight out and dripping clear precum. I ran my hand over the head and down the shaft. I picked up the shirt and held it to my nose. With a deep breath, I had Robert there with me. He was buck naked except for that shirt. I lied down on the bed and spread his shirt over my chest. There he was lying on top of me, pressing down on top of me. I held my cock flat against me; it became his cock pressing against my pubes and into my belly. I pressed the shirt against my naked chest and stroked my cock hard - the way it would be if pressed between our bodies. Bucking my hips to drive my cock into my tight fist, I bunched the shirt against my nose and breathed Robert's scent into the center of my being. How I wanted him straddled over me, letting me jerk his cock till it exploded all over me. With quick, solid strokes, my cock exploded. One hand held the shirt over my face as the other brought me to ecstasy. I could smell my own sex-sweat penetrate the air along with Robert's comforting smell. Splash after splash landed between my own hard nips. Quickly, before the frenzy subsided, I squeezed my cock and brought my hand up to my mouth tasting my own cum, pretending it was Robert's. I collapsed and laid there drenched with cum and sweat. Reflexively, I started to clean myself off with the shirt. Barely in time, I realized that it was Robert's shirt not mine; that would have taken some explaining. I dropped his shirt next to my head and pick my own destroyed briefs from the floor. I cleared off most of the mess but I needed a shower . Getting to class on time was going to be a challenge. Focusing on the same chemistry that the prof was covering was going to be even tougher.
Early the next week Robert was wearing the same shirt. It was a little distracting sitting across the dining hall table. I tried not to be too obvious, but I couldn't help watching how his muscles moved under the shirt as he cut his food or used his fork. After a bit he asked, "What are you looking at, did I spill something?", he looked down at his chest.
"No." I answered, "I'm just puzzling over some things." "They're playing `Butch Casidy and the Sundance Kid' at Osborne Hall tonight. You got time to see it?"
"Yea, that'll be fun. I love that movie."