Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2001 13:42:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Trey Edwards <trey_loves_erick@yahoo.com>
Subject: dreamdate

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Yours,
	Trey
	trey_loves_erick@yahoo.com


	It's the greatest feeling in the world to be in college. I am
free. I can finally be myself, almost a brand new identity. All my friends
at school call me Trey. That's a new one to me, but I wanted it that way. I
was always Terry in school, and it made me feel young, as if I were
underage, so no clubbing for me. That summer before freshman year I knew
things were going to change. So I guess I should tell you a little about
myself.
	I'm pretty tall, like 6'3" and mad skinny. I really like my guys
that way too, and it looks good on me. I never workout or anything, so it's
nothing spectacular. I was always focused on school and I played volleyball
the last two years of high school, but that was pretty much it in the way
of sports. I refuse to go tanning so I'm not exactly bronzed in any
way. But I have really strong features, like a well crafted model, you
know, like bright green eyes and fairly short, dark brown hair.
	I'm an art major so I tend to be liberal and take a broader
perspective on life. At least that's what I accredit that to. And by now
just about everyone knows about me and the fact I'm gay so I feel
completely comfortable here. The thing is, I'm not flaming at all, I mean I
can dig guys like that, but you probably wouldn't guess from seeing me. I
don't sound too flaming, and believe me I know what it sounds like. I guess
I just like boys, that's all. I don't mean to offend anyone by that, I just
am not interested in following stereotypes. And one other thing; I'm not
the sexual type. This story is not about my previous fucks, cause there
aren't any. That's right, I'm a virgin, and that's not going to change for
a while. I'm a lite guy, so it's all hardcore kissing sessions for me, and
I've gotten damn good at it. That's all I need for now, but who knows,
someone special might come along and change that...
	So here I am at school and believe me I'm incredibly available at
the time. I made the stupid mistake of watching a certain television show
of the utmost gay genre and it made me even more lonely. It was time for a
decision, it was time to go out on the market.  I mean, I wasn't really
trying before, but now it was full steam ahead. Let's just say that I
'accessorized' a little just enough to remove that feeling of gay
ambiguity. That's right boys, Trey's here and he's certainly available. It
was a modest transition though, nothing too flaming. The hook was out but
no bites... well that changed soon enough.
	My god what have I found. He was adorable, and gay, I think. Well I
was determined to find out. It was the first day of Graphic Design
class. Attendance had determined that his name was Eric, which later I
found out was spelled as Erick, which for some reason was even hotter to
me. He was absolutely adorable (oh, did I say that already, hmmm, one track
mind I guess). Nah, that's not my thing. I have never obsessed over a guy,
and I hope I never will. Life's too short, man. Still, there was this
dreamdate at the desk opposite myself, and I must say I caught myself in
staring spells for a little while.
	He was simply beautiful, and absolutely lover material. 'Lover' is
definitely a term that works in this situation, he's definitely someone who
can drive one wild all night but never lose that bittersweet charm in his
broad smile. Ok, let me describe and then you the reader can commence
drooling. Mmm, so he's like 6'1" or so and not as skinny as I am, but
that's certainly fine with me, because he makes it up by being in
shape. He's cut, I must say. Not busting at the seems, but aesthetically
delicious. He's a little darker than I am, but I like that, at least on
other people.  As for dick size, I won't go there, cause frankly I don't
care. I'm pretty damn big, probably cause I'm tall, but he can be whatever
and it wouldn't change the way I feel about him.
	So I meant what I said. Believe me when I say that I always make
the first move, and I love doing that cause the guys never suspect it. I
really don't appear gay. Now, I definitely have gaydar, but I catch
everyone off guard. It took me a little while, but I figured out my
approach. I mean, I certainly thought he was gay, but there really isn't a
guarantee until you talk to them. The class was pretty free-range so a few
days later I grew a set of balls and went over to him. I have a rule, and I
am always myself, and I won't really change for anyone. Besides, it's
easier that way.
	There he was, in a tight little sweater and carpenter jeans. His
hair is dark and so are his small eyes. I absolutely love his eyes. They
don't open all the way, almost to look like he's mellow all the time. It's
probably from pot but I didn't care one way or the other.  He looked damn
good. So I started talking to him.
	"That's amazing," I instigated, "you really have a lot of talent."
	"Thanks. This is what I love to do. I just want to set myself aside
and feel like I know this place," he replies in reference to the landscape
he was workng on. My god I loved his voice. No particular reason I guess,
just very clear and deep, like his eyes.
	"Is it somewhere you know, somewhere familiar? You must have a lot
of inspiration. This scene is gorgeous." I wanted to imbue a lot of
emotion, almost make him want to read between the lines.
	"I have no idea. I hope it is though, and I want to be there, you
know?" He was waiting for me to say something more it seems. I continued
speaking softly, but not seductively.
	"I can imagine." I paused, not really expecting a response though.
	"Can I see what you're working on?" Oh yes, we have reached a
common point here. I was very excited, as I am with my work. I say I must
incline...
	He got up slowly and came over to my bench. I was not about to play
eager beaver, I followed behind, silently. I was really anticipating what
he had to say however.
	"...that's fantastic. Do you know this place?" Erick waited for my
response.
	"Not really. That's going to be my place someday, I hope," I was
creating a scape of an apartment I would someday like to inhabit,
"Somewhere I can find solace in a busy city and keep doing what I love the
most."
	"Your sketches?" he was pretty sure of his inquizition.
	"Yeah, I put my heart into these," I confirmed. He noticed a few of
my watercolour sketches set aside on the table, seperated from the
sketchpad. Erick browsed through them. I knew I had pictures of guys in
there, and I simply didn't say anything. I just grinned a little, but he
hadn't noticed. On top of the small pile were some sketches of marionettes
and a few smaller landscapes. And then there were those 'incriminating'
stills. This was going to be interesting, no doubt.
	It was really nice actually, I mean he genuinely enjoyed the
appearnce of my talent, and that made me greatful. You know I don't always
think with my cock. Course, one can only be so hasty in a definitive moment
such as this. So Erick was shuffling through a few of the stills when
finally...
	"Um, who is this?" He asked in a sincere, honest voice. I think I
was prepared for this one. It was almost as if I should have just responded
with complete honesty and he would take it with a grain of salt. How
ethical, so that's what I decided to do.
	"That's um, well it's a good friend of mine. His name is Eliot, and
um, we've drawn and painted each other before," ok, so I was choking up a
little. I'm still pretty new at this you know, "Um, it was for a course at
a community college last year." Maybe I should have continued, but I didn't
want to seem diminutive. And I was telling the truth, I had drawn Eliot
several times, and he had drawn me.
	Fortunately, Erick wasn't stumbling to find a grasp of what I had
told him. It was only a short moment after, and then...
	"Um, was he your lover?" He questioned so humbly. I was shocked,
frankly, and I adored him for using the word lover. It's so exotic, so
Renaissance. Nice, very nice. Of course I rebutted.
	"Oh, no not Eliot. I didn't have feelings for Eliot. Um, and I
haven't had any lovers. I just met him at the school." I justified. Hey,
it's the truth.
	"Oh," Erick was so cute. He was hesitating. "Ok." I certainly
wasn't satisfied with that. This was my chance to explore his intense mind,
and read him like a book, full speed ahead.
	"Ok? So you've never drawn a nude man before I take it," I asked
quietly, but I thought it would be intense enough to keep him talking. Oh
there was so much more to be found in this beautiful boy holding my
substantial emotions in his crafty hands.
	"I, no, I mean I would but, um I haven't," choked Erick. Shit, I
really didn't want to frighten the poor kid. Calm down, I thought, his was
ready to tell me anything.
	"Look, I didn't mean to catch you off guard, but those sketches are
just as meaningful to me as any of my stills. Anyway, what do you think?" I
asked softly.
	"Oh they're really great, Trey." He reassured.
	"You called me Trey." I was just as startled as I could only
imagine he was. I thought I really shouldn't have said that one...
	"I, yeah I saw you the first day of class talking to someone, um,
and she called you Trey. You're Trey, right?" Poor Erick was getting
confused.
	"...Well yeah, I just, well my friends at the dorm call me Trey,
and I didn't know you knew that..." So I was rambling, "Oh but yeah, call
me Trey." I reestablished my own identity. It would probably help if we
were ever going to hook up.
	"Ok," he grinned. Shit! He grinned. His warm smile made me
melt. "So, um, were you uncomfortable, you know, naked in front of a guy?"
He asked. God that was a great question to respond to. It was time to clear
the air.
	"Not at all. Eliot was great. He had a wonderful body. I really
enjoyed working with him," I responded with certainty, I didn't want to
flaunt any feelings just yet.
	"I've wanted to draw nudes too," he added, "I'm not that advanced,
and I think I would feel awkward in a drawing parlor in front of a naked
man."
	"I understand. I thought so too," I leveled. "You know if you want,
you could draw me. I wouldn't mind." Oooh, laying that one on thick.
	"Trey, I..." he spoke so personally. "Ok, yeah, I'd really like
that."
	"Yeah?" I grinned a little. I was so entirely pleased he didn't
freak on my offer.
	"Um, when?" he asked me. Well someone is interested. Now I felt
really good.
	"Here," I proceeded to write out my dorm address on scrap paper
with my phone number. He made me so excited. "What are you doing tonight?"
	"Nothing really," he was so scoring points. "You mean tonight's
ok?"
	"Sure, my roommate has work at six. How's seven?" I was damned if
didn't get affirmative on this boy. Smooth...
	"Yeah ok," he replied as if I had lifted a burden off his
chest. "I'll see you then."
	So I suppose it was time to go anyway since the rest of the class
had left about twenty minutes ago. Talk about breathing room. God I liked
that boy. Everything was working out so right. 7:00 could not come soon
enough. I never mentioned a word to my roommate, even though he knows all
about me. So it was time for some preparations, and I don't mean dozens of
candles and trance music. I'm talking about full exposure to the waxing
moon that was outside beaming in pale white light accompanied by the most
soulful blues music I could get my hands on.
	He was so interested. I'm talking about his prompt arrival. It was
only like 2 minutes after seven. This kid was good. I was so ready to pose
for this stud, so I was wearing a white muscle shirt and really
loose-fitting dark blue jeans hoisted up with a black leather belt. Well,
I'm not really in shape like I had mentioned before, but I certainly wasn't
a pile of shit either. And it's not like I was being examened, the room was
kind of dark, but there was certainly enough light to draw by.
	Anyway there he was at my door, in this tight little V-neck and
loose black jeans.  He looked so good. I would have much rather drawn him,
but hey, that might happen soon enough, so I was thinking. Everything was
so awesome, right at that moment, then flawed. A friend of mine was walking
down the hall at that very moment. He knew all about me already, and I
guess he thought it was his public duty to make a declaration right then
and there.
	"Jeez Trey, another boy? You sure have been busy in there," he
cackled. Very nice. I mean, he was just giving me a hard time cause he
knows my little dilemma and all.  The thing is, Erick definitely knew about
me now, and I didn't want him to panic on me and take off. Yeah, I felt
pretty great after that one. I didn't even gratify his big mouth, I just
turned to Erick, trying to read his eyes.
	"Trey, you're gay aren't you?" He asked me. He really wanted a
response to this one. I was a little exasperated, but I replied honestly. I
was only justifying this beautiful guy now, and it's not like I had an
audience anymore.
	"Yeah I am Erick. I didn't know if I should tell you or if you
already suspected," I acknowledged, "but yeah, I like guys. That doesn't
bother you does it?"
	He smiled "Nope," and then the smile got even bigger as he slowly
tried to find assurance in his words in the floor, and then in my
eyes. "I'm drawing you, remember."
	Oh what a good answer. I was capsized. Leave it to me to not waste
any time.
	"And I've liked you since I first saw you in class," I continued.
	"Really?" he asked. Right, like I need to justify that. Here goes.
	"Yeah," I replied. What a character flaw. I took a deep breath and
waited for, well pretty much anything at all.
	"I was hoping you would say that," he replaced his big smile with a
sly grin, "You know I really like you too."
	I wasn't going to say anything else. I'm forward and he was ready
for something wonderful. Two steps and I was right in front of him. I put
my arms around his waist and shifted him slightly towards me. Erick put his
arms on my shoulders and slid the door closed with his foot.
	"You look fantastic Erick," I incited. My life is not a soap opera,
we didn't just start banging on my bed. I play all the cards in my hand.
	"I want to kiss you so much," he replied.
	I didn't even give him the chance. I moved him forward once more
and kissed him so deeply. I could taste his sweet tongue in my mouth as his
hands ran steadily down my back. I pulled away from him just for a moment,
and placed my hands his shoulders.  He looked into my eyes and slowly
advanced again. He led with his warm tongue into my mouth and I placed my
hand on the back of his head.
	His hands were so strong and he tucked them into the rear pockets
of my jeans. I felt so great at the moment I had wished I could lock time
and just spend it there with Erick. I put my foot behind his and slowly we
settled onto the bed. Our lips never even seperated as I moved about on top
of him. I was so relaxed I could have just drifted away.
	His lips left mine briefly for the first time in several minutes,
and he looked at me, as if waiting for me to say something. I stared deeply
into his eyes for a moment. He smiled that amazing smile of his again.
	"Have you ever been with a boy before, Erick?" I asked.
	"No," he whispered. "But I really wanted to."
	One more sweet kiss, and then "I like you a lot."
	His smile was so great, and he laughed softly. There was no verbal
response, he just moved forward and starting kissing my neck. It was so
slow and passionate, I could feel him breathing deeply and his body heat
tapering off. I moved my hands over his stomach and worked a light massage
on him. I could feel his hardness tucked away in his jeans, and I'm sure he
could feel mine. Our bodies were hitched, and it felt so good to be lying
there in his arms.
	I faced him once more and kissed him hard. My tongue darted into
his mouth and I could feel him breathing. I could not break away. His sweet
lips kept me there, and I just closed my eyes and kept going. He was a
great kisser, and I never wanted to leave his embrace. He had wrapped his
arms around my back and rested his hands at the base of my spine. I slipped
underneath his shirt and stroked up his sides as he jostled underneath as
if I were tickling him softly.
	There we were, two almost complete strangers sharing the most
passionate kiss I have ever felt. I pushed upward from the bed for a
moment, looking downward at him.  He opened his eyes again, puzzled. I
maintained a soft voice.
	"Do you still want to draw me?" I asked him.
	"All I want is you Trey. Would you stay with me?" He requested.
	I simply placed my hands to the sides of his face and gave him the
sweetest kiss to his waiting lips. He laughed softly in his breath and
wrapped his arms around me. He didn't let go.
	That night he stayed here with me. I remember falling asleep with
him in my arms right at my side. The next morning I woke up early, before
it was even bright outside. He was sitting there at my desk, and when he
saw me wake, he laughed.
	"Erick, I," I laughed too a little to follow suit "what are you
laughing about?"
	"I just, I was just finishing, that's all." He responded.
	I think I knew what he meant by that. So I got up and stretched,
then I walked over to him. There was very little light in the room. He was
sitting under the illumination of my desk lamp, though that stupid thing
couldn't light a closet. I was still in the clothes I had worn the night
before, and it returned to me like a gust of warm wind how fantastic the
carpet felt on my bare feet. I was lost for a moment, and the dorm was so
peaceful, mostly due to the fact that nobody was up yet.
	I put my arm around his shoulders and leaned forward. Erick was
finishing some last shading details. His eyes never left the drawing. I
remember exhaling quickly as I smiled, one so that he knew that was my
reaction. I never said anything to him, but I leaned over and kissed him
softly on the forehead. He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. Then he
looked up at me, looking for a emotion towards his work.
	"You're very talented baby. I love it," I replied. He blushed a
little and blotted his lips once. Again he closed his eyes and kissed me
deeply. I placed my arm on the side of his face and returned the favour. He
had drawn me while I was sleeping with subtle abstractions. Here I had
slightly longer hair and a facial expression that implied I was completely
fulfilled. Maybe I was. Erick was amazing, more perfect than anyone I could
have ever imagined getting together with. The best part was, I think he
felt the same way.
	"But I guess you didn't get what you asked for," I continued.
	He lowered his brow slightly, "What do you mean, Trey?" he
forwarded.
	"I never let you draw me nude," I replied.
	"I know that," he grinned sheepishly, "You shared something that
means a lot more to me than your body."
	I melted. That was the hottest thing I had heard in a long
time. His lips were my territory now. I smiled broadly and kissed him so
intensely. While I was kneeling beside him I rested my head on his shoulder
and started thinking.
	"Just think," I said, "Graphics class has only just started."
	He smiled, "I'd like to see you more than just in Graphics. What do
you think?"
	I looked him in the eyes and gave him a warm smile, "Of course."
	Erick kissed me gently on the surface of my lips, then harder with
a deep breath.  He got up and put his shoes on. I was standing there at my
desk and he turned to me from the door, "Can I see you again tonight?"
	"Yeah, I'd like that," I replied. Erick turned around and closed
the door quietly.
	My roommate Jeff was supposedly sleeping on the other side of the
room. But then he turned and looked at me.
	"That was hot," he teased, "you two are so cute. See, I told you a
great guy would come along."
	"I know," I said, "One certainly did come along."
	Jeff hadn't been there last night, and he shows a genuine interest
and my interests in guys. He continued, "So are you going to tell me about
this dreamdate or what?"
	His statement brought the biggest smile to my face. There was so
much to talk about. And soon enough there would be more to Erick and I.