Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 00:04:12 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Meats Boy 1

'Boy Meets Boy' is the property of Bravo and NBC. I'm really not trying to
take any of this series. They can have it. This is just a work of fiction,
involving some of the men involved in this series. Although Wes and James
are gay, they claim to only be friends at this point. Please don't infer
anything about their private life from my fictional story.

This first chapter is very short because I want to see if I get any response
for a second chapter. If not, then I'll just leave it as it is. If you have
any suggestions for future chapters, or men you'd like to see involved (Dan,
Robb, Brian, whoever), then let me know.

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James stared at the television in rapt silence as the closing credits
rolled.

"Blow job for your thoughts?" Wes quipped, easing in beside James on the
couch.

The show gaining their attention had been Boy Meets Boy, a revolutionary or
infamous gay dating show with a much-debated "twist" of straight men
pretending to be gay in order to win a cash prize if the bachelor chose
them. James was the 32-year old bachelor. 24-year old Wes was his final, and
thankfully gay, choice. James had a very confident, sexy smile hidden
underneath a cautious, at times insecure demeanor. Wes was anything but
cautious, and was drawn to James because of the deep longing and desire
radiating from his brawny yet sleek frame. They were both dark brunettes,
but their personalities couldn't be more different. Yet, that helped draw
them closer.

"Haven't seen too much of that gorgeous smile tonight, James."

James smiled that smile as Wes clasped his hand. He sighed as he turned the
TV off.

"I wonder how many people watching were hoping I'd pick the straight guy.
I'd look like such an idiot. The joke of America. I guess I'm a joke anyway,
for going on the show."

Wes rolled his eyes as he squeezed James' fingers. The fingers were so
thick...Wes couldn't help wondering if that was any indication of his crotch
area.

"James, if you'd never gone on the show, they may have cast someone who
WOULD pick a straight guy, who WOULD pitch a hissy fit and make an ass of
himself. You behaved like such a damn gentleman that I bet even the Bible
beaters were shedding tears for you. And most of all, if you had just stayed
at home, not taken the risk, we wouldn't have met."

Wes cupped the back of James' head, staring deep into his soft brown eyes.
Wes had puppy dog eyes to match his boyish face. He could feel James melting
inside them.

"And I'm so glad I met you, James. I want to be your friend, and whatever
else happens between us, *always* stay your friend."

Wes ran his hand inside James' beefy thigh, stopping at the tip of his
sizable bulge. He squeezed tightly against the thigh, licking his lips to
show James just how aroused he was.

"I also want to be your lover, even if it's only for one night. James, tell
me this won't affect our friendship. Tell me you want this too."

With those seductive, silken words, Wes moved forward, lightly pressing his
lips to the stronger, shyer man's mouth. James tentatively opened his full
lips to taste the tongue of his new friend. Wes moaned in appreciation as he
began to untuck James' white dress shirt.

James pulled his hands away. The hurt on Wes' face tugged at his
heartstrings, and he tenderly stole another kiss.

"C'mon, you slut," James chuckled, taking Wes' hand in his, leading him
towards the bedroom. Wes ogled the meaty, firm buttocks James had packed
into his tight tan slacks. He hoped he'd be able to get his hands, and
several other appendages, on those mounds before the night was over.

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