Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2003 14:11:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Bizarre <baltimoreretriever@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Baltimore Retriever Chapter 1

Disclaimer:  Do not read this story if...
1.	You're not 18 or over.
2.	If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live.
3.	If you don't want to read about gay people in love or having sex.

Authors Note:
	I'm going to be straightforward and tell you that this is not going
to be a big quick "let's fuck like bunnies" sex story.  So if that is what
you are looking for, try under the Athletics or Rural sections.  There are
a lot of good ones there.  I'm more of a romantic at heart.  The main
character of this story is loosely based off of me and so shares my name.
Some of the characters in the story are based off of people I know.  Their
names have been changed to protect their identities.  Some of the events
recounted in this chapter are real but for the most part this is a work of
fiction.  It's kind of a 'I wish this would happen to me' story.  This
first chapter will be mostly about building the back ground and setting up
for future chapters.
	If for whatever reason you know who I am, feel free to tell me.  If
you're reading this then it probably means that my sexuality doesn't matter
to you and I could use a good friend.  This is my first attempt at writing
something like this and would appreciate any comments and feedback.
Just be easy.


						Justin
					baltimoreretriever@yahoo.com

And on with the story...

The Baltimore Retriever
Chapter 1:  Alone By Myself


	College life has not turned out as I had once hoped it would.  It's not the
classes or the homework.  I can handle all the work.  It's not the professors
or the facilities.  I've had a few bad teachers, but they mostly have been
very good.  And the campus is beautiful; especially in the fall when the
leaves turn different colors.  No, I couldn't be happier in those respects.
The thing I'm really missing is human contact and it is entirely my fault that
I'm missing out...

***********************

	My name is Justin and I grew up in a small little historic town in Maryland.
In fact, it is one of the earliest towns founded in the state.  Not much to do
there, just a bunch of historic landmarks.  I'm willing to bet that most of you
have heard of its name before (especially if you smoke), you just don't know
it.  I have a pretty normal family.  Two caring parents and an annoying
little brother (Todd) that is always trying to outdo me in everything I do.

	I am a 19 year old white guy with dirty blond hair.  My eyes are a shade of
light blue and green, almost grey.  I'll probably never be on the cover of any
fashion magazine or be named sexiest man alive, but I'm still far away from
being ugly.  I'm not really happy with my body, but how many of us really
are?  Several people have mentioned that I look young enough to be in high
school.  I've also been told that I look a little like Dr. Drew.  I don't have any
tattoos (I find them disgusting and unattractive).  I have always been a shy and
quiet person that had problems making friends.  Characteristics that are
further exacerbated by the fact that I am also gay.

	As much as I hate the term, I would be considered by most to be "straight
acting".  "Straight acting" to me sounds like I have to work to make myself
appear to be straight.  Just because I'm gay and don't fit the stereotypes does
not mean that I'm suppressing an urge to walk around with limp wrists, listen
to boy bands, speak with a lisp, or dress in tight fitting clothes.  It's just that
if you passed me on the street you would never suspect.  I fit in none of the
stereotypes.  I have never gone on a shopping spree or even have that much
of a fashion sense.  I have never danced a step in my life and am not a drama
queen.  I'm just a normal guy that just happens to be attracted to other guys.
I don't even have much of a gaydar.  The only people I can tell are gay are
those that are just about pretty obvious to everyone.  Unfortunately for me,
I'm not attracted to them at all.  It is always the guys I have no way of telling
and have no plausible excuse to go up to and get to know them.  Sigh...

********************

	I first questioned my sexuality during my freshman year of high school.  I
had been in the Magnet program (a nice way of saying 'spread the white out
so they are not all in the same school') during elementary and middle schools
and went to schools far away from home (bus rides an hour or longer).  The
good news was that my new school was about five minutes away.  The bad
news was that I didn't know anyone else there.  My father made me join the
schools soccer team.  It was here that my first hints came.  My eyes would
always wander around in the locker room.  I first attributed it to 'checking
out the competition'.  It soon became evident to me that I was doing more
than just that.  I had acquired an interest in seeing other guy's cocks.  My
jack off fantasies would be crowded with images other guy's bodies.  First
I tried to ignore these disturbing thoughts.  I tried to add more women into
my fantasies.  What a waste of effort.

	The clincher came during my sophomore year.  My parents finally decided
to get connected to the internet (and only then because my brother needed to
get his weekly math assignment).  Like any normal horny teenager, I ended
up finding the porn.  I would be able to jack off to the straight porn and that
comforted me some.  I then noticed I never used the pictures of just girls in
suggestive poses.  There would always be a guy somewhere in the picture
and I would focus in on him.  I finally decided to get it over with and went
to a gay porn site.

	So there I was, 15 years old and having a major crisis.  I had no one to talk this
over with at all.  My brother was too young.  I was terrified of my parent's
reactions to this bit of news.  I had no close friends (my first and only best
friend left me for other more popular crowd).  I knew no other gay people.  I
had never heard a word about gays in Church so I didn't even have people
telling me how evil and sick they are (I still haven't heard anything).  So you
know what I did.  I just ignored it.  I would still go to gay porn sites or check
out any hot guy's I might pass but leave it at that.  I just figured that was the
way things were going to be.  Look but never let myself indulge in these
feelings.

****************

	As you can understand, being closeted didn't do wonders for my social life.
I never went to a school dance or friend's party.  The only time I did anything
outside of school with my friends was the day we skipped school to go watch
Spiderman.  The extent of my lack of a social life became clear to me in my
senior year.  My first hint came when I was voted Most Serious in my class.
Then in the final weeks of school I had several people come up to me to say:

"I didn't think you could laugh."
"You scared the shit out of me.  I thought you were going to go psycho on
us one day."

If that's not depressing I don't know what is.

	So I graduated high school as the class salutatorian.  It really wasn't that hard
to get in a school where they had a 1000 club (for students that get over a
1000 on the SATs) with about 30 members.  The thing I regret most about
my time in high school is that I didn't take the opportunity to prove them all
wrong when I had it.  I didn't have the courage to get in from of my classmates
 when they had Karaoke and sing "It's Raining Men".  Now that would have
been great.  The shy, quiet nerd everyone saw and never paid attention to
singing his heart out with the vocals of the Weather Girls backing him up.
Show them who can't laugh.  Hrmm...Well there is always the reunion...

Anyway, I digress...

So one stage of my life had ended and I am starting a new chapter in my life.

*****************

	I attend a small research university on the outskirts of Baltimore.  It is one of
the better universities in the nation with a very diverse student body, but few
have actually heard of it.  In fact, I had never heard about the school until the
day my mom took me there for a campus tour.  It's got some great sports teams,
just not in any of the sports you would see televised, more of the intellectual
sports.

	So I arrive for my first day at college hoping I can make new friends.  It turns
out that I have two room mates instead of just one.  I pass through all the
paperwork and get my key.  I get to the room to find my first room mate already
there.  I quickly noticed that he had a nice body.  He had really blond hair,
blue eyes, had the bulging muscles of a wrestler.  I walk up to him and shake
hands.

"Hi I'm William." He tells me.
"Justin."  I respond.  We then continue unpacking and get to know one another
better.  He was here on a full scholarship and was double majoring in Math
and Economics (how boring!).

	My other roommate arrived shortly after me.  His name was Chuck and
studying chemical engineering.  He had long brown hair in one of those
bowl cuts.  The second thing I noticed was that he was a big professional
wrestling fan.  Pretty hard to miss when he has a life size cardboard cut out
of the Undertaker under his arm.  Now I think professional wrestling is one
of the most idiotic things on TV.  When I saw that cut out, I started to pray
that it would somehow burst into flames (I later found out that William
was thinking along those same lines).  To my immense relief, there
wasn't enough room for it.

	The next thing I noticed was his B.O.  I attributed it to sweat from the moving.
It turns out that that he had never used deodorant in his life before.  Well that
was soon rectified when we bought him one and forced him to use it.  This was
only a small improvement.  His laundry was just fowl.  He stuffed it in a mess
bag and left it there for weeks on end until he decided to go wash them.
Anyone that came to the door would always mention the odor.  William and I
ended up hiding air fresheners around his area to try to control it.

	Despite all these things he was a pretty funny guy to be around.  You could
never predict what he was going to do or say.  EVER!  Once in the dining hall
he threw his tray at someone for no reason.  And even with all his negative
qualities, he always seemed to have a new girlfriend every two weeks.  He never
got very far with them before he scared them away but then have a new one
after a few days.  I still don't understand how so many women could be attracted
to him.  Making me glad I would never have to decipher the female psyche.

	William, on the other hand, claimed that he hated all women.  He had just gotten
out of a bad relationship with a girl that landed him in the emergency room
from alcohol poisoning.  Apparently his girlfriend, whom he named the
'Psycho Bitch', messed with his mind really bad.  He didn't go into a whole
lot of detail but things escalated out of proportions on his Prom night and he
ended up at home and started drinking.  He just kept drinking until he passed
out.  He pulled through and was at school on a full scholarship.  William also
turned out to be an asshole; always acting like he knew everything and was
better than everyone else.  But don't worry; I managed to put him in his place.

	I made friends with four other people on the floor.  The first was Josh.  He
shaves his head and had very pale skin.  He was a philosophical person.  He
was always giving his opinion on whatever topic came up for discussion.  He
was also atheist.  He equated believing in God to believing in "magical flying
frogs that control the universe".

	Next was Sarah.  She was a plump woman with a dark complexion and black
hair.  She was also pretty argumentative and vocal in her opinions.  A perfect
fit for Josh.  They soon got together.

	George was not someone from the same dorm as me.  I met him through William.
They were in the same math class together and became friends.  He was 22
years old and finally starting college.  I never really got to know him all that
much.  He had longish brown hair, blue eyes, muscular body, and was an avid
rock climber.

	My last and closest friend was Samuel.  He was a Computer Science major
with dark black hair and always had a 5 o'clock shadow.  Of all of my friends,
he was the most similar to me.  Quiet, introverted, and rarely spoke up or
gave his opinion.  He was a great guy.  Kind, considerate, honest, and never
spoke bad about someone behind their backs.  With him I could open up some
and tell him some of my dreams and worries (nothing that would suggest my
interest in other guys though).

	Nothing all that exciting happened that year.  I finally decided on a major
(Biology and English minor).  We went out a few times to see movies and
once to the 9:30 club to see Reel Big Fish (William's favorite band).  I also had
my first experiences with alcohol.

*********************

	My friends would get drinks about every two weeks and just chill in one of
our rooms and get drunk.  I only got drunk on two such occasions.  Not
because I was afraid or anything, but because they would only get beer.
Now most people would not have a problem just drinking beer.  I however
am not normal.  I hate carbonation.  This also disqualifies sodas as well.
So on these occasions I would just sit around with and listen to the pretty
hilarious conversations and help people get back to their rooms.

	My first experience with alcohol was pretty uneventful.  I had a few shots
and a couple mixed drinks and loosened up a bit and played drunken card
games.  I had a good time but hated waking up the next day.  The second time
I got drunk resulted in me being alone in a room with William the next day
with me holding a bottle of Astroglide a small rake and wearing rubber gloves
getting ready to take his clothes off.

Let me explain how this came about.

	We were all a little drunk and were playing Asshole.  William was sitting next
to me around the table when he suddenly out of the blue turned to me and asked,

"Can I give you a hug?"

To which I replied, "Only if I get to fuck you up the ass with a rake." (It was
one of my high school friend's sayings.  I have no idea what posed me to use
it then.)

	After a few moments of contemplation, he put his arms around me and gave
me a short hug (he later told me he didn't think I had the balls to go through
with it).

	The next day all of us went out to the store to buy the supplies. William even
chose the lube he wanted.  When he saw that I was actually buying the stuff,
he got scared and ran off.  The rest of us continued to search for a rake to use
and found a good one at Wal-Mart.  When we returned to the dorm, we found
that William had still not returned.  When he finally did, I got the party started.

	So there we were.  William stood before me, shuffling back and forth looking
lost and scared.  I closed and locked the door knowing full well that the others
were just outside listening in.  So I put on the rubber gloves with a little snap
to add effect.  When I asked him to strip for me he claimed that wasn't part of
the agreement and that I would have to undress him myself.  Hehehe.

	I guess this was a last ditch attempt to get me to stop.  Maybe he thought I
would be uncomfortable undressing another man (doesn't really make sense
when I'm there to rape him with a yard implement does it?).  I had a hard time
keeping a straight face.  Here was this tough guy acting like the scrawny 3rd
grader about to be beat up by the school bully.  How I enjoyed watching him
squirm as I approached him.  Not only was I going to put him in his place, but
now I got the opportunity to undress him myself.  What's the harm in a little
practice?

	I started by taking off his shoes and socks.  When they were gone, I stood
up and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his smooth muscular chest.  His pink
nipples hardened in front of my eyes.  I slowly took his shirt and folded it on
the back of his chair.  When I turned around, I could see the fear in his eyes.
I slowly lowered my hands down to release his pants.

	He caved in.  He called a stop to it when I placed my fingers on the zipper.  I
released my hold and let him put his clothes back on.  The whole incident
became a big joke.

	What?  You actually thought I was going to rape that poor boy with a rake?  I
guess I will have disappointed some of you.  I had a perfectly good opportunity
to incorporate some hot steamy action and just ended it.  Well get over it, I'm
not the kind of person that likes to intimidate and hurt people (I only did it to
deflate his big head).  I want my first time to be with someone I love and for
it to be romantic.  Not for it to involve raping and yard tools.  Now that I think
of it, it sounds a lot like a cheap porno plot line.

*********************

	Freshman year ended and I did pretty well for myself grade wise.  But I was
still ignoring my sexuality.

	That came to an abrupt end when I discovered the Nifty archive that summer.
I now had access to the thoughts and experiences of guys like myself.  I realized
just how wrong I was.  Love for people like me does exist and it can be the
most beautiful things I've ever seen.  Nifty was a blessing and a curse all rolled
into one.  With these stories, I experienced feelings I had never felt before.
Feelings I had denied myself for so very long.  The beauty and purity of the
love experienced by the characters in the stories was addicting to me.  My heart
was always craving for more.  I would find a good story and seclude myself in
my room; being drawn further and deeper into their lives.  My heart would beat
along side the characters' as I shared in their passion.  My mind would be warmed
by the depth of their love as they stared into each others eyes, seeing the love
burning within.  My soul would sing as I vicariously experienced the joys of
being held by the love of my life.

	It was as if the dam I had placed around my heart had finally been cracked.
These glorious feelings kept battering at my heart, weakening my defenses
until the dam finally collapsed.

	I was left weaker than I had ever been in my entire life.  My mood depended
completely on the stories I read.  When I was reading one of the many wonderful
love stories, I felt happy and life looked bright.  But as soon as I finished a
storyline, I became depressed and felt devastated.

'No way would I ever find true love like that.'
'True love is just a fairy tale.'
'I'm doomed to a life of solitude and loneliness.  My only escape from reality
are these stories.'
'Even if love for people like me does exist, I will never find it.'
'I'm 19 years old, never been on a date, never been kissed.  Not even had a
simple crush.'
'Who would ever want me?'
'Who could ever love me?'

	These thoughts became ever-present in my mind.  My outlook on life became
darker after I finished each story.  No matter how hard I tried, I could not get
these thoughts out of my head.  My being gay was always in my mind; laughing
at me, stabbing my heart.  It was present in my every waking moment.  My
only escape was through the oblivion of sleep.  I don't have dreams for my
subconscious to warp.

At one point I began to think I wanted to escape into oblivion forever.

	Lucky for me Todd noticed my darkening mood.  Even as annoying as he was
and still is.  I wouldn't have him any other way.  He was just too damn optimistic
and cheerful.  Whenever he saw me sulking in my room he would barge in and
challenge me to a tennis match or to ask to go to see a movie.  He was always
making jokes and being the perky person he is.  He even turned the time I was
rear-ended into a running gag.  I couldn't help but smile whenever he was around.
It is hard to picture life as a bleak and loveless place when you're looking into a face
so full of life and a smile that as bright as the sun.

	Todd kept me from doing anything as stupid as trying to commit suicide.  He
still doesn't know just how much he has helped me.

******************

	Like a Phoenix, I was reborn from the ashes of my older self.  I felt liberated
from the dark thoughts and ignorance that had overshadowed my mind.  I began
to look deep inside of myself.  I asked myself what I wanted out of life.  I became
almost obsessed.  The fact that I was gay always seemed to be lingering in my
mind.

	I finally decided that I don't want to be alone anymore.  I don't want to be
closeted anymore.  I wanted to live my life.  I wanted to have real friends that
I could feel free around, make jokes with, and would stick by my side no matter
what.  I wanted a family that loved and accepted me for who I am.  But most of
all, I wanted to find love.

*******************

	My plan was to first come out to Samuel, then to my brother, and finally to my
parents.  I chose Samuel first because I knew he would never break a promise
or gossip and I wanted to build up my confidence before I tackled my family.

	Sophomore year started and I found myself in a completely different dorm than
all of the friends I made last year.  I soon realized this year was going to suck.
I met my new roommate and quickly found that he doesn't give a fuck about
me.  He just ignores me completely.  The rest of the people on the floor are the
same.  They all had their own little groups and were not interested in having
me as a friend.  Even my old friends seemed to ignore me.  They'd say hi when
they saw me.  Then ask me the 'I'm being polite and trying to sound like I'm
interest' questions.

"Oh...hi Justin.  How are you?  ... That's great...How was your summer?  ...
That's nice.  Well it's been good to catch up with you but I gotta class to get to.
See you around."

	The only two friends that still seemed to want to talk to me were Samuel and
what came as a big shocker, George.  I still ended up eating most meals by
myself.  So after a little time passed, to get settled back into my exciting college
life, I decided to implement the first part of my plan.

After eating dinner one day, I sat down with Samuel.

"I need to talk to you."

"Sure, what about?"

"I need you to promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

"...Uhhh... sure."  He responded hesitantly.

"I've been doing a lot of soul searching over the summer and have arrived at a
few conclusions."  I started out in a quiet voice.  At this point, my hands were
shaking and I was wishing I had waited to eat after I did this.  "The most
important of which is that I need to open up more."

"Okay...."

"Samuel, I need to tell you that ..." my voice died.  I clear it and try once
again.

"I need to tell you that I'm..."  There it goes again.

'Come on Justin!  You need to do this now or you'll never have the courage
to go through with the plan.'  I chided myself.

"I'm...I'm..." each time attempt getting softer and more mumbled.

'Do it!  DO IT NOW!'

"Samuel, I'm gay."  I finally finish.

"Oh..."  He looks away and doesn't say anything.

After what seemed like ten minutes, I finally break the silence.

"Samuel.  Are you okay with it?

He responds in a hollow voice, still not looking at me.  "Sure.  I'm glad you
felt you were able to tell me."

It turns out he lied to me.  When I left him at the front of his dorm, I did not
realize the finality of his last words to me...

"Good bye."

	Samuel has since never even acknowledged my very existence.  Going as far
as having a conversation someone sitting next to me and not even looking at
me.  He did however keep his promise to not tell anyone.

	I don't hate him now.  He used to be my friend and he is free to have his own
opinion.  I just thought he would be able to see me for who I was and accept
me.  I just wish he would have been honest to me from the start.  It still
would've been painful, but I think the lie scared me deeper than the rejection.

	Not only did the rejection hurt me, but it also cast doubts as to the success of
my master plan.

'I was so sure he would accept me.  If I was wrong about him, what would
happen if I told my family?  What if they also rejected me?  Pushed me out
the door to fend for myself?  Todd wouldn't be there for me anymore.  I have
so few people in my life as it is; I don't want to lose anymore.'

	So I lost my courage.  My plans to "come out" died along with that friendship.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not build myself up again.  There is an
active gay organization on campus, but I could never make it all the way to the
meeting before I turned around.  I would see the others around and wish I could
be that obvious.  It would save me the trouble of actually telling people myself.
Plus, if someone was actually interested in me, they wouldn't have to be afraid
of being wrong the way I do.

	I still want to come out.  Don't doubt that.  I know that I'll never
find love or be completely happy if I keep hiding in the dark.  I just can't
 walk into the light.

********************

	I have six classes this semester for a total of 17 credits (Damn labs!  I do so
much work in them and only get 2 credits each for them).  My favorite class this
semester turned out to be Genetics.  First of all, it was a biology class (which is
always a plus in my book).  Secondly, I had already learned most of the material
in previous classes.  And thirdly, and most important, I got to sit next to Jeffery.

********************

	I first saw him last semester (but didn't know his name).  He was in my
discussion section for the general biology course I was in.  When the TA
announced that we would be separating into groups for the rest of the
semester, I began praying that I would be put in his group so I could
get to know him better.  She had us count off, and to my immense
disappointment was made a one and he was a two.  So for the rest of
the semester, I was stuck sitting with my group in the lecture as well as in
the discussion section.  I could never figure out where he sat in the lecture.
But I took full advantage of the clock on the wall behind him as an excuse
to turn around and gaze at his beauty in the discussion.  When the semester
ended, I still hadn't even learned what his name was.

	Then there he was when I entered the lecture hall.  I quickly grabbed the seat
across the isle from him before it was taken by someone else.  It started all once
again.  I spent every chance I could to look in his direction.  I would even arrive
twenty minutes before class, just to make sure I got my seat.  For the first time, I
actually felt glad to be gay.  Just so I could appreciate his body the way that no
straight guy ever could.

	He sits next to his friends, but still seems to keep himself separate from them.
His hair is as dark as the new moon and looks so soft silky that I want to just
run my hands through it.  I cringe every time he has his hair cut because I think
he looks sexier when he wears it is a little long.  His eyes are a deep shade of
brown that are just so warm and inviting.  Every time I look at him in class, I
pray for just a glance into those eyes.  Luck was truly with me one day when we
were asked to wait in the lounge so people could finish their tests.  I was talking
with George about an upcoming test when he walked in.  My eyes followed him
until he stopped about 6 feet away.  I lost the thread of the conversation as he
looked in my direction and our eyes met.  His eyes took my breath away and my
heart soared.  I just stood there rooted to the floor staring deep into his eyes.
For what seemed like a minute, but was probably only twenty seconds, I could
only think of how much I wanted to just spend hours staring into his eyes.  It
ended all too soon for me and I began to breathe once more.  When I again
focused on George, he was giving me a look that asked 'Where were you?'
How I wished I could have told him, "On cloud nine."


	Jeffery has a wonderful laugh that lifts my heart and his smile is just...just
so...oh I dunno, no words could ever do it justice.  His voice is perfect; so sexy, its
music to my ears.  His ass looks so round and firm in his jeans (it's a shame the
seat has all the fun).  I think it's cute when he doses off in class and his head
nods forward and then jumps back up making him wake up.  And as embarrassing
as this will be for me, I think this demonstrates just how sexy I think he is.

	He wore a red Old Navy fleece to class one day.  Then right in front of me he
pulled it off, dragging with it his shirt underneath.  I only got to look at about
six inches of skin, but what glorious skin it was!  He had a slender waist, without
blemish or scar and completely hairless.  It reminded me of the soft skin of a
newborn baby.  And here's the real embarrassing thing; I got hard at the sight.
With just that short glimpse of his body, he gave me a hardon that lasted
twenty minutes.

	I have never felt this way about anyone else before.  He was even in my dreams.
This might not seem all that special to most of you, but in my case, it is.  In
my entire life, I have only remembered three dreams, all at significant points
in my life.  I had finally gotten my first crush

	I don't understand what exactly is so special about Jeffery.  What you've
gotten is how I see him.  My mind knows that he's not the hottest guy on
campus and is not perfect.  But I can't stop thinking about him.  I see hotter
guys on campus everyday, but five minutes later, it's like I never saw them.
If he is as beautiful on the inside as he is on the outside I could see myself
easily falling in love with him.

******************

	I finally learned the name of my 'dream' guy about halfway through the
semester.  I overheard his friends talking to him and heard the name "Jeffery".

	The most maddening thing about all this is that I have no way of telling if he's
gay or not.  I watch him for any hints that might tell me one way or another.
Some days, I would get the impression that he was gay like me.  Our eyes
would meet for a second and then part.  But I would be left with a sense of
sadness hidden in those eyes.  I would catch him glancing at me (or so I hoped).
Other days, it seemed like he didn't even know I existed.  It's like I'm pulling
petals off a flower.

"He's gay.  He's straight.  He's gay..."

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That's it for now.  Don't expect the next chapter anytime soon.  I've got
finals coming up and will be very busy with them and then moving everything
back home for break.  I know this might not be the best thing I've ever
written or all that interesting.  But it is necessary as background.
Comments and suggestions are always appreciated but keep in mind this is my
first attempt at writing something like this.

Will our hero live the fairy tale by finding love with his crush Jeffery?
Or will his search continue onward?  I dunno.  You'll have to wait for the
next chapter, arriving in archives near you in 2004.

						Justin
					baltimoreretriever@yahoo.com