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     SCOTT
     by Jamie
     (c) 1988

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       A fantasy of my mind...... dedicated to one hot little fox.... FIREFOX!
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Me?  Well, I'm Scott.  I just graduated from High School, last June
and I'm just starting out as a freshman at U. Mass. at Amherst.

In High School, I was on the gymnastics and swim teams and worked
real hard to keep my body in top shape.  There's just something
about having a tight, hard and well defined body that turns me on.
Conceited, you ask?  No.  Though I'm not at all shy about showing
off what I think I've got..... and I think it's HOT!  I look at that
as sharing.  I'm now 18 years old; 5' 10" tall; long, dirty blonde,
curly hair; deep silver/blue eyes that can pierce you at my will;
and my best feature.......... tight, tiny buns with those little
dimples that show up every time I tighten my butt!

Conceited?  No.  Proud? You bet your hot, tight ass!

I was brought up in a very open family.  Seeing my brothers naked
around the house and the yard and pool was no rare occurrence.  I
too, very seldom wore anything when it was warm enough to do without.
Clothes just seem to get in the way of that free feeling of life
and fitness.  I guess that's why I usually only put something on when
I have to, and then it's usually as little (and as revealing) as
is absolutely necessary.

In High School, I used to love to watch the wrestling matches, and
the wrestlers.  Yeh, I'm gay and pretty open about it.  I love to
fantasize about being with a hot, sweaty wrestling stud, right after
the match of his life.  The captain of our High School wrestling
team was the man of my dreams..... without a doubt!  His name is
Paul and he's one hell of my idea of the perfect man-boy!  Many
a night I'd lay awake in my bed, naked and my cock hard as a rock,
dreaming about being with Paul.

Paul is about 5'8" tall; long dark brown, straight hair; deep, dark
brown eyes that just cry for cuddling; a smooth, muscled body
(no hair except where it counts!) and a pouty smile that made me
ache for the chance to kiss him for hours.  It was just a bit
embarrassing, because when I'd watch Paul wrestle, I'd get the
hardon of my life and just couldn't seem to control it, no matter
what I tried to think about.  I just couldn't get my mind off of
the thoughts of wanting to be with him..... to hold him in my
arms and to work my fingers and my tongue over every inch of
his hot, rippling body.  I could only wish, though.  Paul was
straight, or so I thought, and there was no way that I would
ever be able to live out this fantasy except in my mind.

Well, High School graduation came and went and so did Paul, and
I figured that I'd never see him again.  We weren't really
friends, even, in school though he knew who I was and I certainly
knew who he was.  I had no idea what Paul would be doing after
graduation and figured that all that I would have left would be
my memories of watching his hot, tight, muscled body thrashing
around with his opponent on the wrestling mat in the school
gym.  BUT..... that, and many other things have had a way of
changing.

I had arrived two days early for check-in at the dorm..... and it
had been pretty quite around campus.  I'd spent the day walking
around, trying to get the feel for the grounds as well as the
male portion of the freshman class.  The upper class men wouldn't
be arriving for another two weeks, but what I'd seen of the
freshman class was just pleasing enough for me..... especially
the P.E. majors!  This was going to be a very promising year!

It seemed as though I'd been walking for hours, and in fact I had
been.  I headed back to the dorm room, wondering if my roommate had
arrived yet and wondering what he'd be like.  When I got there
the other half of the room was still empty and I decided to shower
and take a short nap before dinner.  While showering, I started
to think about Paul, as I lathered up my body with soap and started
to get a raging hardon.  I closed my eyes and began to dream about
what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with Paul, being
forever under his control........ I "awoke" suddenly from my little
fantasy world when I heard the dorm room door slam shut and someone
yelled "Hello!".  I finished rinsing off, then stepped out of the
shower and dried myself off..... realizing at that moment that I'd
left all of my clothes out in the room and had nothing but a tiny
towel to cover myself with, as I ventured out to meet my new
roomie.  Oh well, I thought, might as well get him used to me right
away.  With that, I dropped the towel and went out into the room
to meet my roomie.  I rounded the corner from the bathroom and
my mouth fell wide open..... and I think that my cock became
instantly hard......  My new roomie was Paul!

He stared at me, standing there in the doorway, naked as the day
that I was born and I stared right back..... not knowing whether to
run and hide or to jump out into the room and grab him into my
arms!  I finally came to my senses and walked over to my dresser
and pulled on a tight pair of white, nylon shorts.... leaving
very little (still) to his imagination.  Then a flopped down
on my bed and said "Hi Paul..... you're my new roommate?"  He
was still staring at me and I wasn't quite sure what that meant.
I started to feel very uncomfortable.  He just kept staring with
a sharp, scary look in his eyes.  I began to think that my High
School idol was about to tear me apart.  I was sure that he knew that
I was gay.... and it sure seemed like he was as mad as hell that
he'd ended up in the same college and, worse yet, in the same
dorm room with me.

Finally, Paul broke the silence and said, "Hi Scott, I can't believe
that we ended up as roommates!"  "Now get up off that bed and come
over here and show me that you're happy that I'm here!"

I still wasn't sure what was going on in Paul's mind, though I had
no doubt what was going on in mine.  Though I was pretty scared
about what Paul might do to me, at the moment, I had one of my
now "famous" hardons, which I managed to get every time I saw him.
Cautiously, I got up off the bed, forgetting that my cock was now
at full mast AND in full view..... and I walked over to Paul and
put out my hand to shake his.  Very much to my surprise, when I got
to him, he reached out and took me in his arms and bear-hugged me
within an inch of my life!  He planted a hot, wet kiss on my neck and
worked my buns with his hands, as he held me close and whispered to
me, "Now we can be together.  I know that you've wanted this for
a long time.  Now we can be together."

For a moment, I melted.  I almost fell, losing control of my body
and having mixed feelings of ecstasy as well as feelings of
relief.  I hugged him, tightly, and then pushed back..... pushing
him out to arms distance....... looking him straight in the eyes
and asking...... "You knew?"  "You always knew?"  Then I blushed
and pushed totally out of his arms and sat down on my bed.
He walked towards me, sat down next to me, pushed me back on the
bed and pinned me...... just like I'd seen him do so many times
before, in the High School gym.... then he stared into my eyes,
smiled and said "Do you think that it was any secret, in school,
who my biggest fan was?!?  "How do you think that that could have
been kept from me?"  "For the whole senior year, I knew what was
going on, and how you felt about me.... I could see it in your
eyes.... when you were watching me on the mat.... and when you
looked at me in the halls!"  "Scott, that's the kind of feeling
that you can't ever hide, especially when the other guy feels the
same way and just doesn't know what to do about it!"  He leaned
over, still holding me in a wrestling pin, and kissed me on the
lips.  It seemed like it lasted for hours, yet I was hoping that
it would never end.  Paul, worked his hands through my hair and down
over my shoulders..... massaging me and working my body as it had
never been worked before...... he was taking control... I had
become his opponent on the mat!  He had me pinned, BUT I didn't want
to even try to escape.  My High School fantasy was coming true and
I didn't want it to end..... not now..... not ever!

Suddenly, Paul jumped up off of me and said, "Come on, get some
clothes on and help me to unload my stuff from my car.  There
will be plenty of time to get to know each other better, later
tonight."  I was shaking, as I pulled on a faded and torn pair of
501's and a cut-off tank top and followed Paul to the door and down
to his car.  I think that he had enough stuff to last for years to
come.... suitcases, trunks, boxes, furniture.... it's amazing that
even half of it fit into his little car!  But, finally, we got
everything upstairs and into the room.  Both of us were soaked with
sweat, and exhausted, by the time that we'd finished moving
everything into the room..... And that just made me crave for
holding Paul in my arms and to give his hot, sweaty body the
hottest tongue bath that I'm sure he'd ever gotten.....  Still
a little unsure about where his thoughts were, I just kept my
distance and watched as he began to organize his belongings.  I laid
back on my bed and watched his every move....  he turned to me
and said that it was hot in this room..... as he pulled his soaking
nylon tank top up over his rippling stomach and his throbbing
pecs.  His sweaty torso just seemed to ripple and sparkle as he
pulled the thin materials up, over and off of his tight, hairless
body.  Damn, there it was again.... the "Paul Memorial Hardon"!
I followed his lead and pulled off my tank top and undid the top
two buttons on my jeans.... if for no other reason than to allow
room!

It seemed like an hour had passed, and all I'd been doing was
watching this hot muscle-stud move around the room... getting his
"stuff" in order.... what a "neat-nik", I thought to myself!
Suddenly.... Paul stopped what he was doing... and took off his
sneakers, socks and then his jeans!  As he slowly undid the button
at his waist I found myself breathless.  He was stripping, right
before me, as if he'd been a male stripper for years!  Slowly,
he unzipped the Calvins, then turned as if walking on air as he
slowly lowered them over his slender, muscular hips then peeling
them down over his tight sinewy legs.... then he sat down on the
top of his dresser and threw his legs into the air, grabbed the
bottoms of the legs of the jeans and pulled them off, in one
smooth motion and tossed them onto my bed... right at my feet.
Paul, then, jumped off of the dresser and into the middle of
the room in a move that would make the best of gymnasts gasp,
and posed, in nothing but a tiny jockstrap that was hard pressed to
cover anything.... Paul was huge!  Without a hardon.... the pouch
of the jock was stretched to it's limits, and then some!  He looked
right at me... with and evil sort of look and smiled.....
Then he turned and ran his fingers along the straps of the jock
and around to the front..... then he slid one hand down inside the
jock and held onto his cock....... while his hips gyrated..... THEN,
he slowly slid the other hand under the waist band of the jock and
began to slide it down over those bronze hips, over his legs
and finally off.  There he stood, naked and beautiful.... dripping
in his own sweat holding his jock in one hand, stroking his cock
with the other.  He took the pouch of the jock into his mouth and
and pulled on the leg straps with his hand and walked towards me.
Then he dropped onto the bed, on top of me, and began to rub the
jock all over my body!  It felt so good!  Then Paul tossed the jock
over to his bed, pulled me up, and kissed my with those lips....
pulling me close to him, holding me tightly and forcing his tongue
deep down into my throat....  He kissed me all over....lingering
at my ear lobes and around the nap of my neck.... then he worked
his tongue down to my nipples, now hard from the excitement....
it felt so good to be in his arms and, best of all, in his control!
He sat up, and pushed me back on the bed and began to run his
hands all over my body.... I'd never felt this good before!  The
muscles in my stomach tight and rippling, under his touch....
I was in heaven!  Then he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on
my 501's and pulled them off.....lingering with his fingers over
every inch of my thighs and legs.... leaving nothing untouched...
leaving nothing but the best tingling sensation throughout my entire
body..... I felt great!

Once again, Paul just jumped up (he's very impulsive)... without a
word, he pulled me to my feet, beside the bed, put his strong,
muscular arms around me, holding me tightly against his sweaty
and muscled body.... working his hands over my tight, dimpled
butt.... he kissed me... long and hard.... then pushed lightly
back and whispered..... I want to shower with you.... I want to
wash you.... to lather your entire body up and then you can
do me..... OK?  He sounded so hot!  So sincere!  So sensitive!
He took my hand in his and led me to the bathroom.... and into
the shower.... pushing me to one side, he turned on the water and
made sure that it was absolutely right...... then he turned to me...
took me in his arms.... pulled me into the shower and began to
work my body.... under the steaming hot water.... he began to
cover me with soap suds....lathering me up, from head to toe....
leaving no crevasse untouched..... no hole unexplored....  He was
exploring every inch of my body..... with his strong, smooth
hands.....  then he looked up at me and said... OK, now it's your
turn.... I'm yours, to do with as you wish.... I want you to use
me to make you happy.... I've wanted to do this for so long....
and, finally we have the chance....  I want you to have what I know
that you've wanted for so long.... I want to make you happy!

I took the soap from Paul and I began to lather him up, starting
at his strong, muscled neck and working my way down over every
muscle of that body that I'd come to know so well.... only from
a distance... until now...  I worked my soapy hands down over his
strong back... down to those hot buns... then I got down on my knees
and took his now hard and throbbing cock into my mouth and began
to suck on the man that I'd loved for years.... I wanted him to
know that I loved him.... that I cared and that I wanted to make
him a part of me.... now and forever....

I took my cock in my hand and began to stroke it, with the same
rhythm that I was sucking on his.  I was getting hotter by the
minute ..... and just as I was about to cum... and I know that he
was too.... Paul took my shoulders in his hands and pulled me
to my feet, looked into my eyes and said.... "Not yet...."
He took my hand.... made sure that we'd both rinsed off all of the
soap... then he took me out of the shower.... toweled me dry...
and led me over to my bed.... he laid me down on the bed....
got on top of me.... put his arms around me and kissed me....
He slid his hand down over my thigh and found my cock... hard and
ready.... and he began to stroke... while he continued to kiss
me and explore my hot mouth with his snake-like tongue...
I reached down and did the same with his 10" steel rod.......
stroking each other, as if ourselves.... we were both throbbing
with excitement... muscles pulsing and rippling with excitement
and expectation.... then..... he let out a loud moan and said "I'm
cumming..... I'm cumming and I want you to cum with me... I want
us to do this together.... Well!  That's all that I needed to hear
and my balls began to tighten, my cock... in his hand... began
to throb and I screamed.... "I'm cumming, Paul.... I'm cumming,
for you!"  We covered each other with man juice.... I came forever...
longer and more than I'd ever cum before.... we were covered in
cum....

Paul, took me in his arms, hugged me tightly, smiled and kissed me.
He said that he wanted to be with me forever.... he loved me...
and I loved him.....  He moved off of me.... to my side, laid down
holding me in his arms and we fell asleep....

When I woke up, Paul was nowhere to be seen.... I laid there,
listening... and not a sound....  then I heard a key in the door.
The door opened and it was Paul.... dressed only in MY white, nylon
shorts..... and he had a brown paper bag in his hand.....

he opened the bag, as he walked over to the bed.... and pulled
out a single, red rose.... handed it to me,,,, and said....
"I want you to have this.... like I want you to have me.... I
want you to love me, as I love you.....forever....."

With that, he handed me the rose, stripped off the shorts and
climbed back into bed..... hugged me tightly and I fell asleep,
in his arms.....


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 (c) 1988
 jamie