Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 11:52:35 -0500
From: Mark Smiddy <marks@apex.net>
Subject: Roswell, Max's Dream Part 1

Roswell
Max's Dream
Part One

 Max stood in the shower letting the hot streams of water pelt across his
broad shoulders, over the swell of his chest, down the flat plane of his
stomach before it cascaded into the dark patch of his pubic hair. He closed
his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of the warm water as it caressed
his skin, arousing him as it ran in rivulets down the shaft of his swelling
penis.
  The night before was a jumble of confusing images, Kyle, Liz, a glowing
heart with his and Liz's initials. He shook his head trying to clear it and
turned to face the stream of the shower. Suddenly he felt someone behind
him but before he could turn around the stranger placed strong but gentle
hands on his shoulders and began to knead the knotted muscles beneath his
wet skin. Max gave in to the sensation of the stranger's hands as they
moved lower massaging their way down his spine. Then the stranger was
cupping his ass squeezing the flesh between his nimble fingers and Max felt
himself come to a full erection and moaned.
   Without breaking touch with his skin Max felt the stranger move in front
of him and begin to caress his chest pausing to run his thumbs over Max's
sensitive nipples before moving lower. Max tried to open his eyes to see
who the stranger was but found he couldn't open his eyes. But he could
still feel the stranger as he began to kiss the slick skin of his stomach
moving lower and lower until Max felt gentle lips pressing against the base
of his stiff cock.
   Max gasped as he felt the strangers hot, wet tongue snake out and lap at
his hairless ball sac, moving up to the base of his erection, licking
slowly up the underside of his dick.  Another groan escaped Max's lips as
he felt the stranger's mouth engulf him, sliding slowly down taking his
cock deeper into his mouth.
   The stranger's movements started out slow, his mouth moving from the tip
of Max's cock down the shaft swallowing and sucking as he went until he
reached the base, then moving back just as slowly to the tip.
   All the while Max could feel the stranger's hands gently squeezing the
flesh of his ass between his hands as he continued to suck Max's throbbing
cock.
   The stranger began to move faster, lunging forward and swallowing him in
hungry gulps pulling back then lunging forward again. Max entwined his
fingers in the stranger's hair as he felt himself being drawn closer and
closer to climax. Seeming to sense Max's urgency the stranger's movements
became even wilder and he began to thrust Max's slick cock into his mouth
in faster and stronger lunges until Max rose on the tips of his toes and
let out a loud groan.
   Max clutched the stranger's head tighter holding his face close to his
crotch burying his cock deep in his mouth as he began to shoot jet after
jet of cum into the stranger's sucking mouth.
   Slowly Max felt himself coming back to reality and suddenly found he
could open his eyes. Eager to see who had given him so much pleasure he
looked down but in the steam clouds of the shower all he could see was the
top of the stranger's head. Through the rolling clouds of white Max saw
that the stranger's hair was jet black in color but that was all he could
see.
   The alarm clock's buzz broke into the steamy air of the shower and Max
tried to ignore it, he wanted to bend down and look the stranger in the
face, to see who he was..but the alarm kept blaring louder and
louder. Suddenly Max jumped and was surprised to find himself still in
bed. He'd been dreaming he realized as he hit the shut off button of the
alarm silencing it at last. But it had seemed so real, the shower, the
black haired stranger, his climax. Max grimaced as he realized that the
climax had indeed been real, the sheets clung damply to his slick stomach,
and with a sigh he peeled back the wet sheet and swung his legs so that he
sat on the side of the bed.

   Later after his shower Max sat eating a bowl of cereal while across the
table Isabelle did the same.
   Isabelle's blue eyes met his across the top of the Corn Flakes box, "Did
you have a nightmare last night?" she asked.
   Max's dark eyes met his sister's gaze, "Why?"
   Isabelle smiled, "Because you woke up the neighbor's dog moaning and
groaning. So what was it about?"
   Max felt his face flush red with embarrassment, "Come on!" he said
standing up from the table, "We're going to be late for school."
   Isabelle rolled her eyes and shook her head in confusion, "Whatever,
Max."

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   Over the next few days as Max and Isabelle struggled to help a reluctant
Michael break away from his abusive foster father the dreams continued
almost nightly.

   It was always the same: Max found himself in the shower with the
stranger coming up behind him, massaging his shoulders and back. Then the
stranger would move in front of him and bring Max to a moaning climax with
his mouth.
   Max lay awake deliberating over how he felt about everything, trying to
untangle his emotions from his suddenly overactive sex drive. He knew that
the instances between he and Michael had been nothing more than sheer lust
breaking out and knew he could probably resist that happening again. Then
there was what happened in the alley on Valentine's Day night with Kyle
that had been because he was drunk. That left Liz and this black haired
stranger in his dreams.
   Could I really be gay? Max wondered and the thought nearly drove him
into a panic.  Wasn't it bad enough that he was an alien, or was he going
to be burdened even more with being gay as well?
   Max finally decided there was only one way to find out.he would have to
sleep with Liz. That would prove once and for all if he were gay or
straight.wouldn't it?

			      To Be Contined.

"Roswell" and its characters are the copyright of Warner Brothers Studios
based on original characters created by Melinda Metz from her series of
books entitled "Roswell High". No copyright infringement is meant or
implied and does not reflect the character's or the actors who protray them
actual sexual orientation.