Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2001 00:45:36 -0600
From: M. F. <teenbiguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Roman Part 1

If the thought of guys getting their rocks off with other guys makes you
want to bring up your lunch, or if you're too young to legally read this or
to know what the phrase "getting their rocks off" means, then please don't
read beyond this point. But its not like we can stop ya. We don't card at
the door but we're trusting you to stop reading and move on.

Good luck with that thing in your hand, and once you're done with it, drop
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to hearing from you.

Roman- Chapter 1

	I was dreaming about the guy I saw at the movie theater the night
before when all of a sudden it hit me. No not the answer to the Algebra
question, but a rubber band. I had fallen asleep in the middle Psychology
and Roman who sat across from me was shooting rubber bands at me. Normally
this would have pissed me off beyond belief but this was Roman.
	He was a god in my eyes. 5 foot 8 inches of solid meat. He was lean
and smooth from what I had seen without a speck of hair on his body. His
skin was olive colored and pulled tight against his boyish but muscular
frame. His hair was a deep brown with reddish highlights which set off his
big deep brown eyes. His chiseled face matched his sculpted body and just a
glance from him was enough for me to get me rock hard. His chest was firm
and came out and made a slight shelf against his boyish frame. his abs made
a `V' down to his perfect bubble butt. He was wearing khaki shorts today
and I could see his strong thighs and rock hard calves. His legs were
smooth and shiny and you could already see the makings of an impressive
sack inside his tight shorts.
	Roman was a football player. Despite the fact that I was openly and
obviously gay the majority of my high school football team had embraced me.
I had been friends with all of them since my freshman year and now, my
senior year, remained friends with them.
	However, there was a select group of them that hated me. They had
always said things behind my back and I always ignored them or let one of
my friends deal with them later in the locker room. Boy was it nice to have
friends. Roman was friends with these people so I didn't spend much time
with him. Not as much as I wanted anyway.
	Well, despite my outness and my amount of friends I didn't get much
play. I tried to hook up with guys I met when I was out but I never was
able to get the nerve to talk to them. As a result I resorted to the
Internet.
	That night, while on the Internet I was on ICUII, a popular program
that allows you to see the person you're chatting with and them you. I was
browsing the names and decided to see who was in my area. I found one and
messaged him. All the info it gave was "teen boyslut wants it now". I
thought it sounded promising so when it returned with a blank screen and
the words "busy" I decided to give up. I turned off the screen and went on
to search the Nifty Archives. I found a story that was hot as hell, it was
called "Working at the Club". I started stroking my cock. I pre-cum gallons
so I was getting pretty wet. I started to play with my left nipple while my
right hand worked the shaft, head, and balls of my cock. All of sudden my
screen flashed and a call from "teen boyslut wants it now" appeared on my
screen.
	After cursing the person out I decided "what the hell" I'll let
them watch, so I positioned the cam so they could see my entire cock and
pressed accept.
	What came on my screen almost made me cum right there. It was the
most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A very light dusting of downy hair on
his legs a nicely trimmed package, shaved balls, and best of all, uncut
cock. His taunt smooth stomach was also in view and he had already begun
jacking off.  I decided to at least exchange formalities before spewing my
load to the sight of his gorgeous cock. I said hi and he typed in respond
	"face?"  I typed back
	"Only for yours."  As the cam slowly moved up I was beginning to
get dripping wett. He toured the rest of his six pack abs with the cam. It
moved along his tight, smooth, hairless, clefed chest. He gave me a nice
view of his dark brown protruding nipples ( a nice contrast with his tan
olive skin) and a full bush of dark brown pit hair. His muscles flexed and
his well defined thighs twitched and I thought to myself how can this guy
not get real life ass?
	What came next surprised the shit out of me. The cam moved along
exposing a slender neck and a strong clefed chin. Once the cam got to his
cheekbones I couldn't believe who it was. None other then my sex god.
Roman.
	I quickly turned off the computer. I didn't know what to do. I
thought I was dreaming but I wasn't asleep. Maybe I had imagined it. Placed
Romans face on another guys body. Yeah that was it. I just placed his head
on that wonderful bod.
	The next day I went to school as always. I was running late and
didn't even have time to showere before charging up to the third floor I
ran down the hall charging to get to the class before the bell I turned the
corner and ran smack into someone. I collected my things and looked to see
who it was. It was Roman with his girlfriend. He helped her up ( what a
gentlemen) and he looked at me with a look that could peel paint. I almost
pissed myself and ran to my class.

******

	It was such a nice day outside blue skies it was about 65 degrees
and I was out of school for the weekend. I walked out towards the parking
lot and as I got closer to my car I noticed a note on it. My friends always
leave me notes on my cars so I assumed it was one of them. It wasn't. The
note was a bright white in the sunlight but in blue ink I saw in capital
letters.

			Call me: Cell 555-1212
					R.

I was in shock.  I didn't know what to do. If I called he could be trying
to trick me and get my ass kicked, but if this was for real I could have a
fantasy come true.

I got in my car and reached for my cell phone. I began to dial his number
with each number my heart raced faster. As I reached the final digit I
sighed and pressed... save.  I'd keep it for later. I couldn't do it now.
No way.
	I went home and planted myself in front of the computer. One of the
last issues of Working at the Club was out and I was excited. I guess this
is just as good of time as any to introduce MYSELF. I guess I forgot that.
I am always being mistaken for a football player. I had a thick solid frame
like a linebacker would. I am muscular thanks only to a fast metabolism I
don't excercise so I am not cut but I am well built. I am about 6'2 and
weigh about 190. I have bleach blonde hair and olive skin thanks to my
father. I am pretty smooth except for a patch between my pecs and some
hairy pits. My legs are full of hair but my arms are smooth.  I began
stroking my cock through the nylon of my running pants. I had gym last
period so I never changed. It was stretching to its potential and I could
feel myself getting wett. I was just about to yank my shit out when the
phone rang.. I figured it was my mother calling to talk about school. I
picked it up, "Hello?" I said annoyed..
	"Hey uh.... Curt?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say.
	"Yeah? Who is this?"

	"It's Roman," he said hurriedly, "Can I come over?"
	I was in shock my annoyance had turned out to be an inspiration.
	"Sure. Do you know how to get here?" I said in my coolest voice I
could muster up.
	"I know how." *Click*

	That was strange. My head was spinning I didn't know what to do
first. I ran around the house straightening everything. I undressed and
jumped into the shower soaping myself up I so wanted to jack off I wanted
to release this pent up come that was building inside my aching balls. I
couldn't. I had no time. I rinsed myself off.
	As I reached out for a towel and opened the curtain I realized I
was not alone. There standing in sweaty grey shirt and shorts was Roman.
And me in all my glory and half hard standing dripping before him.  I tried
toweling off and carrying on a conversation, but my mind was distracted by
the hot and sweaty smell of Roman standing there before me. I was not used
to be being watched like this, I felt vulnerable but was aching for him to
take me in his arms.
	We made small talk until I moved to my room and started to get
dressed. I threw on some Old Navy Board Shorts and jumped onto the bed. He
was seated at my computer and the fabric of his shorts layed flat against
his jock strap. It was sweaty and clung to the skin. It looked bigger in
person. It was so hot my mouth watered I had to have it and I reached out
to touch it. Roman grabbed my quivering hand, brought my face to his and
said,
	"You wanna feel my cock in your mouth queer...?"

Okay so you like this beggining? Its my first ever. If you wanna see what
happens to Curt you have to write me and tell me you liked the story enough
that you want me to take the time to continue the saga...

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Now wipe your hand off and go to bed!