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Roman- Chapter 1
I was dreaming about the guy I saw at the movie theater the night before when all of a sudden it hit me. No not the answer to the Algebra question, but a rubber band. I had fallen asleep in the middle Psychology and Roman who sat across from me was shooting rubber bands at me. Normally this would have pissed me off beyond belief but this was Roman.
He was a god in my eyes. 5 foot 8 inches of solid meat. He was lean and smooth from what I had seen without a speck of hair on his body. His skin was olive colored and pulled tight against his boyish but muscular frame. His hair was a deep brown with reddish highlights which set off his big deep brown eyes. His chiseled face matched his sculpted body and just a glance from him was enough for me to get me rock hard. His chest was firm and came out and made a slight shelf against his boyish frame. his abs made a `V' down to his perfect bubble butt. He was wearing khaki shorts today and I could see his strong thighs and rock hard calves. His legs were smooth and shiny and you could already see the makings of an impressive sack inside his tight shorts.
Roman was a football player. Despite the fact that I was openly and obviously gay the majority of my high school football team had embraced me. I had been friends with all of them since my freshman year and now, my senior year, remained friends with them.
However, there was a select group of them that hated me. They had always said things behind my back and I always ignored them or let one of my friends deal with them later in the locker room. Boy was it nice to have friends. Roman was friends with these people so I didn't spend much time with him. Not as much as I wanted anyway.
Well, despite my outness and my amount of friends I didn't get much play. I tried to hook up with guys I met when I was out but I never was able to get the nerve to talk to them. As a result I resorted to the Internet.
That night, while on the Internet I was on ICUII, a popular program that allows you to see the person you're chatting with and them you. I was browsing the names and decided to see who was in my area. I found one and messaged him. All the info it gave was "teen boyslut wants it now". I thought it sounded promising so when it returned with a blank screen and the words "busy" I decided to give up. I turned off the screen and went on to search the Nifty Archives. I found a story that was hot as hell, it was called "Working at the Club". I started stroking my cock. I pre-cum gallons so I was getting pretty wet. I started to play with my left nipple while my right hand worked the shaft, head, and balls of my cock. All of sudden my screen flashed and a call from "teen boyslut wants it now" appeared on my screen.
After cursing the person out I decided "what the hell" I'll let them watch, so I positioned the cam so they could see my entire cock and pressed accept.
What came on my screen almost made me cum right there. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A very light dusting of downy hair on his legs a nicely trimmed package, shaved balls, and best of all, uncut cock. His taunt smooth stomach was also in view and he had already begun jacking off. I decided to at least exchange formalities before spewing my load to the sight of his gorgeous cock. I said hi and he typed in respond
"face?" I typed back
"Only for yours." As the cam slowly moved up I was beginning to get dripping wett. He toured the rest of his six pack abs with the cam. It moved along his tight, smooth, hairless, clefed chest. He gave me a nice view of his dark brown protruding nipples ( a nice contrast with his tan olive skin) and a full bush of dark brown pit hair. His muscles flexed and his well defined thighs twitched and I thought to myself how can this guy not get real life ass?
What came next surprised the shit out of me. The cam moved along exposing a slender neck and a strong clefed chin. Once the cam got to his cheekbones I couldn't believe who it was. None other then my sex god. Roman.
I quickly turned off the computer. I didn't know what to do. I thought I was dreaming but I wasn't asleep. Maybe I had imagined it. Placed Romans face on another guys body. Yeah that was it. I just placed his head on that wonderful bod.
The next day I went to school as always. I was running late and didn't even have time to showere before charging up to the third floor I ran down the hall charging to get to the class before the bell I turned the corner and ran smack into someone. I collected my things and looked to see who it was. It was Roman with his girlfriend. He helped her up ( what a gentlemen) and he looked at me with a look that could peel paint. I almost pissed myself and ran to my class.
It was such a nice day outside blue skies it was about 65 degrees and I was out of school for the weekend. I walked out towards the parking lot and as I got closer to my car I noticed a note on it. My friends always leave me notes on my cars so I assumed it was one of them. It wasn't. The note was a bright white in the sunlight but in blue ink I saw in capital letters.
Call me: Cell 555-1212
R.
I was in shock. I didn't know what to do. If I called he could be trying to trick me and get my ass kicked, but if this was for real I could have a fantasy come true.
I got in my car and reached for my cell phone. I began to dial his number with each number my heart raced faster. As I reached the final digit I sighed and pressed... save. I'd keep it for later. I couldn't do it now. No way.
I went home and planted myself in front of the computer. One of the last issues of Working at the Club was out and I was excited. I guess this is just as good of time as any to introduce MYSELF. I guess I forgot that. I am always being mistaken for a football player. I had a thick solid frame like a linebacker would. I am muscular thanks only to a fast metabolism I don't excercise so I am not cut but I am well built. I am about 6'2 and weigh about 190. I have bleach blonde hair and olive skin thanks to my father. I am pretty smooth except for a patch between my pecs and some hairy pits. My legs are full of hair but my arms are smooth. I began stroking my cock through the nylon of my running pants. I had gym last period so I never changed. It was stretching to its potential and I could feel myself getting wett. I was just about to yank my shit out when the phone rang.. I figured it was my mother calling to talk about school. I picked it up, "Hello?" I said annoyed..
"Hey uh.... Curt?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say.
"Yeah? Who is this?"
"It's Roman," he said hurriedly, "Can I come over?"
I was in shock my annoyance had turned out to be an inspiration.
"Sure. Do you know how to get here?" I said in my coolest voice I could muster up.
"I know how." Click
That was strange. My head was spinning I didn't know what to do first. I ran around the house straightening everything. I undressed and jumped into the shower soaping myself up I so wanted to jack off I wanted to release this pent up come that was building inside my aching balls. I couldn't. I had no time. I rinsed myself off.
As I reached out for a towel and opened the curtain I realized I was not alone. There standing in sweaty grey shirt and shorts was Roman. And me in all my glory and half hard standing dripping before him. I tried toweling off and carrying on a conversation, but my mind was distracted by the hot and sweaty smell of Roman standing there before me. I was not used to be being watched like this, I felt vulnerable but was aching for him to take me in his arms.
We made small talk until I moved to my room and started to get dressed. I threw on some Old Navy Board Shorts and jumped onto the bed. He was seated at my computer and the fabric of his shorts layed flat against his jock strap. It was sweaty and clung to the skin. It looked bigger in person. It was so hot my mouth watered I had to have it and I reached out to touch it. Roman grabbed my quivering hand, brought my face to his and said,
"You wanna feel my cock in your mouth queer...?"
Okay so you like this beggining? Its my first ever. If you wanna see what happens to Curt you have to write me and tell me you liked the story enough that you want me to take the time to continue the saga...
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Now wipe your hand off and go to bed!