Near the main part of campus, mostly hidden by a grove of tall northern pines, is a small river that runs along the edge of campus boundaries. I have found this to be one of the few places on campus where I can go to be by myself and think. More often than not, I am the only person there and the solace and peace there is more than pleasurable.

There have been times when I was not there alone, though. One time in the middle of the spring, I decided late one night that I needed some peace and quiet and headed across campus to the river.

Upon arriving there, I sat down high up above the river and sat, staring at the water lazily wash by. Thinking I was alone, I lay back and began to hum softly, truly relishing the quiet night. Suddenly, my ears picked up a low moan coming from the sandy beach along the riverfront. I sat up and looked down. There, kneeling in the sand, was a young guy, oblivious to my presence. He was moaning softly and appeared to be swaying in the sand. I began to become very interested and watched him closely. As my eyes adjusted to the moonlit beach, I realized that he was rubbing his crotch with both hands. I immediately became interested.

As his caresses got more intense, he unzipped his pants (I heard this more than I saw it) and he began making love to his young cock with earnest. Still oblivious to my presence, he laid back in the sand until I could see his stiff cock arching from his small pubic thatch. He was running his hands all over his naked chest with one hand, pausing to tweak his nipples. His other hand was busy bringing pleasure to his cock and balls as it roamed from one another in a casual but intense way.

He moved both hands to his cock and began thrusting his hips into the air as he beat himself furiously, and shortly thereafter, an enormous arc of semen flew from his cock and arched back, hitting him square in the face. He came for some time, each spurt carefully aimed at his face until he could come no more. He caressed his softening cock with one hand and wiped his face with the other, licking the cum from it as he did so.

He then lay there in the sand, breathing heavily until he regained his composure, dressed and walked down the beach towards town.

I never saw the boy again, but was so moved by his display that I beat myself to a furious climax right there on the spot.

Several nights ago, I found myself sitting at my desk staring at some boring text book or another, wishing I was anywhere but where I was. Lost in a daydream that most likely was sexual, I was suddenly jolted out of my reverie by a knock at the door. I said, "Come in!" and was surprised to see Stan, one of the residents from upstairs standing at the door. We had made friends with each other through class more than through living in the same building, and though we knew very little about each other, I had always hoped we could develop the friendship a little more.

"What are you doing studying on a beautiful night like this, Andrew?" he asked.

"I have no plans for the evening and thought I