Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 15:27:25 -0600 From: Andy West 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 also advise you that there will be descriptions of teenagers and sex. If this is illegal in your area...please do us all a favor and stop searching out this stuff. You have been warned. Should you choose to now actually read my little story...YAY! I hope you enjoy it. I have set up an email just for this story...so I'll answer your mail fast as I can. romaniandreaming@live.com Also, it is fair to tell you now...I am not writing this...I have a friend who is writing for me: Andy West. Andy is listening to me tell him about stuff, then he writes it out for me. His email is andyoutwest@live.com So, whichever email you respond to, please put the story title in the subject so I know to check it out! I hope you really write me...I'm pretty excited to hear from you. 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