A cold winter's night

They had been room mates since September. Drake, tall, blond and well spoken was a theater major. Matt, sandy haired, thick set, short and muscular was a business major who made his way through college with on a gymnast scholarship. It was not unusual for Matt to admire his room mate’s theatrical good looks: the sharp elegant nose, the piercing blue eyes, the small ears whose pink lobes fit tightly against the chiseled jaw. Nor could he fail to notice how Drake’s nipples raised beneath the soft cotton of a tennis shirt and how his room mate’s waist tapered down from a well formed chest. What Matt beheld in Drake was a manly beauty seen only on the screen, glimpsed briefly on the stage. Yet, Matt kept his thoughts entirely to himself. Now, Matt’s ability to recognize male beauty was not limited to him alone.

On Drake’s part, Matt’s solid physiognomy always caused a shudder from head to manly member. How many times had he seen him as Matt emerged from the shower. How many times had he longed to reach out to touch the thickness of that neck, the roundness of his shoulders and biceps, the full density of his pectorals. How deeply did he desire to clench his hands around that so delicate waist? With such lust did he pant to seize Matt’s flawlessly rounded ass within his palms; to glide his palms downward around those massive thighs to the small behind his knees and to the curving of his calves. How were such legs possible? He thought. How was such an ass, such a slender waist, so powerful a chest and arms permitted to mortal man? He had seen such roundness, such firmness, such physical perfection only in the statues of the Greeks, in the paintings of the Renaissance. But here before him was a living Phideas; a living Apollo with downcast eyes and shameless flesh.

For months they had suffered each others beauty in absolute silence. Only the freedom of a sleepless night of the solitary moment of an evening shower alone allowed each to close their eyes in silent eroticism and in their imaginations the physical intercourse that each had longed for, but that each could only fulfill through the solitude of his own hand in frantic desire pumping wildly until that moment of release.

So it was from September until that night in winter. There had been an ice storm. Electric lines were down. There was no heat in the dormitory. The moon was full and lit their room. Matt rose from his sleep in response to the penetrating cold. Drake has already been awake and was curled into his knees beneath his blankets.

“You awake? “ Matt muttered. 
“Yeh, I’m frozen.” Drake replied.
“I can feel it coming through the window.” Matt lept from the bed. He went to the closet, pulled out a shirt and moved to the window where he stuffed the shirt around the sill.
“That won’t do much good.”said Drake. 
“You can feel it rush through”. Matt stammered as he shivered. He was in a white “t” and boxers.

The light of the full moon washed across his face and shoulders and chest. “God, it’s cold.”
Drake flung back his covers and scampered to the window. He put his hands by the sill.
“It’s still rushing through. Look at the ice outside. Looks like the trees are covered in glass.”
“My hands feel like they’re covered in ice”. Matt chattered. “Feel!” Matt flung his hands on Drake’s face. Drake shivered. He froze. Not from cold but from the touch. 

Then suddenly, he responded. “As cold as mine” . And with that, Drake thrust his hands under Matt’s “t” shirt and clutched his room mate’s waist.
Matt shivered and lunged backward. “God they’re cold!” he giggled. “But not as cold as mine”,
He countered. This time Matt lunged for Drake’s belly. “Cold hands”, he yelled as his fingers tickled his room mate.
“God they’re cold” Drake yelped.

The two were so cold they trembled helplessly. But in truth, it was not from cold alone that they shuddered. The full moon cast its glow on each of them. They each beheld the other in the soft blue shadows that highlighted their individual beauty. They were they dreams that each had had of the other. They were those dreams now made real. Even through the cold, or perhaps because of it, they not only saw each other but sensed each other, smelled each other, were sensitive to that body heat which rises from the other.

Drake knew consciously and unconsciously what would come next. “But this is even colder”, he laughed. In a moment of frenzy where true desire, emboldened by fate and the drunkenness of the moment Drake lunged his cold fingers and palms beneath the elastic of Matt’s boxers and clutched his dick and balls.

“Oh Fuck!” Matt screamed. “Oh Fuck, yes!”

Matt had known it as well. Matt had been asking for this very moment. Each young man, in the fullness of his desire, in the heat of his sexual and physical needs recognized the same in the other. In a moment without time Matt flung himself on Drake. Their lips met, their mouths opened. Tongue lashed against tongue. Arms clutched: Drake embracing Matt; Matt surrounding Drake. Each pressed tightly against the other. Even through their cotton shirts, the heat of their chests penetrated while the coldness of the skin of their hands and fingers groped at each others’ back.

At their middles, hip bone pressed against hip bone. Each felt the manhood of the other swell and harden. Dick pressed against dick. Swelling cock rose in triumph against swelling cock.
“This is what I’ve so long waited for” cried Drake.

“And me too”, whispered Matt, I want to feel you against me. Press harder, Press Harder!”
“Take these off” Drake moaned.

Frantically, the two ripped off the other’s shirt. Desperately each pulled down the others boxers.

For a brief moment they stood transfixed by each other’s flawless manly nakedness: Matt by Drake’s elegant blond stateliness, Drake by Matt’s classical Greek beauty. Man before man. Might before might. Their striding white cocks upright in anticipation of the other.

Again the lunged forward and together. Cock against stomach; stomach against cock. Chest against chest and tongue into tongue. Their hands clutched each other’s ass. Fingers probed ass holes. Cocks rubbed against bellies. Lips and tongues writhed in ecstasy. Then, in a single moment, they pulsed, the heaved and in a sublime moment each came upon the other. Oceans of cum poured forth onto each others stomachs and chests. They rose upon their toes. Their hands clutched the back of each other’s heads. Their eyes trembled and their tongues plunged into the deepest recesses of the other’s mouth.

Suddenly, they collapsed. Side by side in the moonlight, in the gusts of the winter cold, they had found each other.