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.