Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 15:27:25 -0600
From: Andy West <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Romanian Dream
Romanian Dream
Chapter 1 -- I Spy Something...Mmmmmmm
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, no characters, places, or
events described herein are real. Okay, so now that we understand that, I
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Romanian Dream
Chapter 1 -- I Spy Something...Mmmmmmm
For days I've been doing the same thing. I just can't seem to help
it. Every day, the same thing; I come home from school, make a snack, then
sit here in the window sill of my upstairs room and wait for him to come
outside. You see, he always stays after school for basketball practice. I
run track, so I go in early to work-out with the team. But he does
basketball...he's very good at it. I wait for him to come home. I know his
routine. Drops his pack of at the front door, kicks his shoes off and
attempts to get them to land near the stairs. He will head to the fridge
to make a sandwich and grab a bottle of water. Coaches hate us to drink
sodas. After he pops upstairs to take care of peeing and whatever else
needs attention...only a few minutes...then I see him. I watch for the
garage door to open. If I've drifted off into a daydream (about him of
course) the noise of the garage door-opener across the street rouses
me. So, a few minutes later, he comes out and shoots hoops in his driveway.
He loves basketball. Not me. I don't care for team sports much but I look
like I play sports, my body is all toned and fit...people think I am a
swimmer, or a skater. Nope. I run; and I read books. Ya. That's me. In
fact. I'm trying to read Ender's Game (by Orson Scott Card) again...like
for the 100th time...just so I can get HIM outta my mind...but it isn't
working so good. Oh, I was telling you about Catalin...only I call him
Cat.
He is same age as me, 15. While I have longish curly brown
hair...his is near jet black, curly and full, and OMG so delicious. We're
near the same size. Only, I think am a tiny bit taller - he is a tiny bit
heavier. I weigh 115 lbs dripping wet, and I am about 5' 9" tall. Cat's
family moved here (everyone moves here...nobody is born here) a couple of
years ago and I have been in love with him since. He is Romanian. Listen
to him talk at school and it will make you drool. So...ya...every day he
comes home and plays basketball...and I sit up here and wait and watch for
him. I can see his muscles move under his shirt and I imagine my hands
running along that sinewy body. How I love to watch him flip his head the
tiniest bit to swing those dark curls from his eyes. Oh man...I get so
hard watching his grace and beauty as he tosses basket after basket.
And, once again, here I am again sitting in my window sill watching
Cat play...wishing it was me he was playing with. Don't get me wrong.
We're friends. I go over his house some, and he comes over here. Only...I
can't possibly let him know how much I dream of holding his hand, or
feeling his body heat against my skin. Gaaaaa! It would all be ruined if
I told him...and I am so afraid I won't be able to control myself. I am
afraid I'm gonna touch him wrong one day, or he'll see me staring at him
with longing in my eyes...and he'll know. What if he knows and then I find
out he hates me? What if he tells my mom? Well...I'll tell you what
happens. I'd die. It would be in the freaking Seattle Times.
So, I watch him from here. And dream of what it feels like to be
nearer to him, to maybe one day hold him...or him hold me. *Sigh* It's
cold now. The weather is turning colder every day. Cat is down there
playing in sweats, and they cling to his sweaty body. I'm sitting here
fogging over my window with my forehead pressed to the glass wondering
which way he seems sexiest...in clingy sweats? Or in shorts and a
sleeveless shirt...or shirtless. Oh man.
Faintly I hear my little step-brother and sisters
downstairs...sounds like they are burning the house down. I'm supposed to
be watching them. But, I have important stuff to do here. Gaaaaaaa! I
hate them anyway...pesky little kids, spoiled brats if you ask me. I
always get yelled at because they are demons...like that's MY fault or
something. And "Damien" (not his real name of course...but I like to call
him that because the name fits the little demon) is so freaking
manipulative...and he thinks I'm too stupid to see through his stupid-head.
I hate the twerp... Ten years old and thinks he rules the world. Right
now, I just want them to stay out of my mind and my room. I have important
stuff to do.
My mind wonders so freaking much. Sometimes I think I'm going
crazy. How can so many thoughts possibly go through a normal person's
brain? Many days I feel like it will explode...my brain. Poof. No more
Tyler. They'd say, "...dunno what happened to the kid. He was sitting up
there in the window sill of his room and his freaking head exploded.
Strangest thing ever saw..." Only, I wonder if they'd do an autopsy? I
heard if you die at home they have to do that. If they do, would they
notice a load of fresh cum in my boxers? It happens all the time when I'm
up here watching my Romanian Dream. Sometimes is happens and I haven't
even touched myself. I am just so lost in the eroticism of watching him
move out there that BAMO! Next thing I know I need fresh boxers.
You want to hear something goofy? I daydream a lot. No, I mean a
lot. A whole lot. It's almost always about Cat. Though, sometimes I
dream about some of the cute guys I read about on Nifty Archives. Some
days I start off daydreaming about some Cody, or Caleb, or Kelly (the Kids
of Indian Springs story is way hot!)...but almost always I end up
daydreaming about Cat. Gosh. One of my most re-occurring dreams is
soooooo intense. This one always gets me hard and depending upon how far
it goes before I come around to the here and now...I lose a few loads over
this dream...
"...It's cold outside, I can feel the chill air sting my face as I
run. The breath in my lungs cuts sharply and even my eyes tear-up because
of the cold wind. My mouth feels all full of thick stuff and I can hardly
swallow, or even breathe. But, I have to keep running. He's gaining on
me. I hear his footsteps on the leaves and sticks on the path through the
woods. He chases me here often...I'm determined to get away this time. At
school, no one catches me...but this boy always does... I hear him
breathing now. My side aches...why can't I gain any speed. Weaving past a
branch I think I can give him the slip ahead... But I trip. Damp earth
and leaves everywhere. I smell the rotting leaves and the wet dirt.
Quickly I've got to get up and to spin away... but he is standing over me.
Arrrgh!...I'm caught. Again.
"He tugs at my shirt roughly and hauls me up easily. He doesn't
look this strong...but looks are often deceiving. My sweat jacket is
unzipped and as he presses me back against the damp bark of the tree, my
thin red tee-shirt is all that covers my front...and it has slid up
exposing my belly. I feel the cold instantly. His breath is hanging in
the air as he shoves me firmly against the tree. Oh my...he is so
beautiful... My head spins as I look into those dark piercing eyes. His
nostrils are flaring. Air puffs out like smoke...
"His act of dominance quickly crumbles as his snicker overtakes him.
A moment ago his eyebrows were crunched unnaturally into an evil and
foreboding scowl...now his happy lovely features are beaming. He loves
this game. I love this game.
"His left hand begins a dissent down my torso...feeling me, touching
me. The other arm moves with his forearm pressing me back against the tree
so I am immobilized... Like I was gonna go anywhere anyways!
"At the hem of my red tee-shirt, Cat slips his roaming hand
underneath and I flinch. Cold hands! OMG! Back up my body he
feels...finding my nipples, which are already erect. I dunno if it's
because of the cold air...or his now warming fingers... A moan escapes me.
He looks back into my eyes and smiles. He knows I am totally his now.
"Knowledge in a boy is a powerful thing. You can do lots of
stuff...if you know stuff. And he knows stuff. He knows I cream my boxers
everyday dreaming this very dream over and over and over. And he keeps
coming back here... to these cold woods, to this tree... And he teases me
with his hand under my shirt...
"Only...now his hand suddenly snakes to by innie belly button. It's
really not an innie...just a flat one. I feel him teasing the tiny new
hairs beneath my navel that trail down to my pubes. I heard a girl call
them a "happy trail." I like that term. It makes me smile thinking it...
Wait...WAIT!!! His hand presses my tummy harder, fingers turned palm-in to
my skin...and he is slipping his hand down, down, down... Under my
waistband. OMG. Lower. Please lower. He does not disappoint me...
"My business lurches at his touch. And, he grabs it firmly and
squeezes. My knees tremble and I feel like I'm gonna slide down the tree.
But, he leans up on his toes and breathes in my face. From the fog of
bizarreness my mind focuses back on the black eyes at my face. His
nostrils flare again. Cat licks his lips...they touch mine. I'm gonna
faint.
"But he is full of knowledge, Cat is. He is only teasing me... As
quickly as his lips touch mine...they leave. Like a fish gasping for air,
my lips want his back... But Cat knows stuff. He presses me back into the
tree and his eyes told me not to move. I obey. Like I'm gonna go
anywhere... His knees bend and he lowers himself in front of me...
"His face presses into my groin and he hugs me. One of my hands
finds his hair and I touch him. I feel him nuzzling against me like my
groin is a warm blanket of a cozy pillow. Moans. His? Or mine? Trembling
fingers tug at my waistbands...the cold air rushes in. I breath faster...I
think I will hyperventilate. My boy parts pop into the open cold air...it
is a full ragging boner...leaking. I feel the warmth of his breath upon me
there...he is leaning in..."
Buzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz
GAAAAAAA!!! What the...! The moment is totally spoiled. The
window is totally fogged over. I swipe my arm over it to clear it enough
to see if he's still out there. He is.
Buzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Grrrrr. Wait. He's got his basketball under one arm. The other is
at his face...what? I peer closer... He has a phone. He is calling
someone...
Buzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Wow... He's looking straight up here. He sees me! OMG. In a
panic I turn away from the window. My heart is racing as if I've been
running.
Buzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Reality sets in and I realize the buzzing is my cell phone. My
brain is all fogged up. Instinctively my hand reaches for the pone and
brings it to my ear...my mind is blank. No. It is full of every freaking
thing...only I can't make it focus on any of it.
"Yeah...?" I rasp into the receiver.
"Dude, it's cold out here." My head nods in agreement, but I say
nothing. "I locked myself out," he says. Wait! WAIT A MINUTE!!!! My
head spins around to look back outside. He is still there...still looking
up here. He waves. He knows!!!!!!!!
"Dude," I hear my voice saying, "your garage door is wide open."
Doh! Stupid-head me. I've just given myself away. I have to hide. I have
to run somewhere. Where though?
"The inside door silly..." a smile pops across his face...he is
staring at me. "I must have thumbed the lock when I came outside."
"Oh."
"Ummmm...Dude. Tyler?" He asked into the phone.
"Huh?"
"Why do you do that?" Oh no. He knows. I feel my stomach tie up
in knots. My heart has totally stopped beating...but yet I hear the blood
pulsing and pounding in my ears...OMG.
"Do...do wh...what?" I whisper.
"You watch me." Oh no. It's over. Life as I know it will never
ever be the same. Why, why, why didn't I change my spying habits? How
could I have been so stupid to let him see...to let him figure it out?
He'll come over here and beat the snot outta me, then call my mom and tell
her I am a pervert. Oh no. This is bad. Really, really bad. I wonder if
I can just run out the back door? No good. There is a fence. And a
stupid dog on the other side. Big dog.
I spin around again and slouch down out of the window in full blown
panic mode. But the phone is still stuck to my ear. I have jerked my hand
out of my pants where I had been fondling my boyhood. I smell my own
odor...I've done it again...orgasm and didn't even know it was really
happening. If he comes over here, he will smell it too. Oh no...not good.
I'm gonna die of embarrassment...or get killed in a fit justifiable
homicide. Either way...this is not good.
My breathing is nearly out of control. The doorbell
rings...footsteps run to the door. I hear the kids talking to whoever it
is. I know who it is. I hear him breathing and I hear Damien through the
phone.
"Hi Catalin!" he beams...so damned perky.
"Hey little guy! Is Tyler here?
"Yea, Ty's upstairs." I can see him rolling his eyes with my
minds-eye, and his head tossing his dark brown bangs aside as he does so.
"Go on up. He yells at us if we go up there, but he won't get mad at you.
He stares at you all day anyway."
Grrrrrrr.
Footsteps on the stairs. My door opens slowly. No knock. He is
standing there with the phone still in his ear. No basketball. He is
breathing hard as me.
"Why?" he whispers into the phone...He knows stuff...Cat knows...
~~000~~00~~000~~
Okay guys...tell me what you think. AM I crazy? Is Catalin the hottest
kid ever? Or what? What do I do??? I'm dying for good advice...afraid to
act on any of it. I hope you will write me and tell me what to do...
romaniandreaming@live.com andyoutwest@live.com