Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 22:34:55 EST
From: NWDis420@aol.com
Subject: Travis and me, Installment 1

As I walked past him to the kitchen, Travis grabbed my ass, I wasn't  sure if 
it was on purpose or not. "Stop that!" I yelped when I realized he really had 
meant to touch me. He grinned and moved so I could go get him his drink.
    Travis and I had played with each other since we were in kindergarten, 
Although 'play' isn't the best word to describe our relationship. He would 
tell me to do something and if I didn't do it he would make me eat dirt. Not 
that I didn't enjoy serving Travis. I loved every minute of it. Even when he 
made me stay at his house to do his chores while he went to football 
practice. Or when he made me do something embarrassing just to humiliate me. 
I was happy just to know I was making him happy.
    As we grew older we also grew apart. But when he found out I was moving
away from my parent's to a little apartment in the city he immediately
asked to be my roommate. I was psyced. I had a crush on him for years. Now
I'd get to see him a hell of a lot more than usual. I'd see him with his
morning boner and I'd see him coming out of the shower dripping wet, with
only a towel wrapped around his smooth, lean body. Of course I wouldn't be
able to stare too long, I didn't want Travis to think I was a faggot. From
what I understood, he hated gays.

    I was alone for the night. Travis was with friends. It was 9:00 in the 
evening. I was on my bed, jeans around my ankles and shirtless. My hand found 
its way to my rod and I began a slow, back and forth motion. I was 
fantasizing about Travis. He's the only thing I ever think about when 
masturbating. I quickend my speed and my balls tightened and pulled up 
against my shaft. While moaning loudly, I shot my cum all over my chest, some 
got on my face. "Mmmmmm, Travis," I moaned.
    His voice scared the fucking shit out of me. He responded to what I said 
with, "Yes?"
    "Ohmygod!" I screamed. "How long have you been standing there?"
    "Long enough," he replied. "You wanted me for something? I heard you say 
my name."  I turned bright red. Bad enough if I was gay. I was gay *and* 
fantasizing about Travis. "Travis is one of my ex-girlfriends..." I tried to 
explain. He wasn't buying it.
    He came over and sat down on my bed, almost touching me. "So I turn you
on?" He asked. He didn't seem to be too grosed out by the fact that I was
gay or that I liked him. Mayby he was gay too, and just pretended to be
against it so no one would criticize.
    "Yeah," I said quietly. "You kind of do."
    "That's good," he announced, stradeling my chest, a scary gleem in his 
eye, "'cause now the fun can begin."