Date: Tue, 9 Jun 1998 16:30:56 EDT
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Travis' Story

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Travis's Story
	As he sat at his keyboard, trying to concentrate on the computer problem at
hand, Travis's eyes were drawn to the handsome boy sitting across the room.
John, with his muscular young body, his cropped brown hair and cool green
eyes, was everything that Travis dreamed about.  His body literally ached with
desire at the sight of the boy . . . his chest tightening, constricting his
breathing, his crotch tingling as his dick slowly hardened and his nuts drew
up tight in his pants.  He wanted so much to be lying on his bed with John in
his arms.  He longed to gently kiss John's sweet lips and caress the hard
muscles that occasionally showed through his clothes.  Yes, Travis was in
love!
	Day after day, in computer lab, Travis feasted on the vision of the boy.
Night after night, lying in his bed, he would reach down into his pajamas and
grasp his hard, dripping cock.  As his hand would slowly slide up and down the
steel hard rod, he would ponder what John was doing right then.  Was he also
lying in bed, hard cock in one hand, pulpy nuts in the other, stroking himself
to orgasm while dreaming about Travis?   `Oh, wouldn't that be fantastic!'
Travis whispered to himself.
	But that probably would never happen.  After all, John barely knew that
Travis existed. The only conversation they ever seemed to have was a brief
"hello" in the hallways but even that brief encounter sent shivers of love
and desire up Travis' spine.  Travis was too shy to approach the boy of his
dreams.  `Oh, why can't he love me like I love him?' Travis said to himself.  
	One day, after school, when his grandmother and aunt were away, Travis'
friend Nathan dropped by.  Nathan was only a friend . . . would never be more
than that.  Nathan felt otherwise.  He was constantly touching Travis . . . a
hand suddenly caressing his back, a grope of Travis' crotch.  Travis deflected
these sexual overtures explaining to Nathan that he didn't feel that way about
him.  Nathan always indicated he understood what Travis was saying, but before
long, his own desire for Travis would overcome him and he would be at it
again, touching, feeling, groping, hoping against hope that Travis would
relent and allow him his heart's desire, or more appropriately, his cock's
desire.  Pure and simple, Nathan wanted to fuck Travis.
	"Why won't you let me, Travis?" Nathan asked.
	"Because I don't love you.  I love someone else." Travis confessed.
	"Who?" Nathan asked again.
	"Promise not to tell anyone?" Travis said apprehensively yet wanting above
all to let it out, to tell some other human about his love . . . to not keep
his feeling bottled up inside.
	"Sure, man!" Nathan said.
	"I just can't get him out of my mind, Nathan.  I dream about him day and
night."
	"Who?" Nathan asked, impatience now tinging his voice.
	"John, that's who!" Travis blurted out.
	"Yeah, man.  He is hot and I ought to know!" Nathan said, pride in his voice.
	"What do you mean?" Travis asked, somewhat shocked at the intimation in that
statement.
	"I've fucked that tight little ass of his, dude!"
	"You what?" Travis shouted.
	"You heard me!  He and I got it on together once!  I sucked his cock and
fucked his ass and he did the same to me!  It was so incredible!  But not as
incredible as it would be fucking you, babe!" Nathan said with a leer.
	"You're bullshitting me!" Travis said accusingly.
	"You know better than that, Travis!"
	Travis was devastated at this turn of events.  Here he was, being told that
the love of his life had spread his cheeks for ugly, scuzzy old Nathan!  `Why
him?  Why not me?' his mind screamed!
 	"I don't believe it!" Travis said vehemently.  "You're lying!"
	"No, man, I'm not.  John came over to my place one day and we started fooling
around, you know, wrestling and shit like that.  I sprung a big bone and so
did he.  I started undressing him and he didn't fight it.  I stripped him
naked and he had this big boner flopping up against his belly.  I took my
clothes off and we started sucking each other off.  It was so fucking hot!"
	"Oh, fuck!  Then what happened?" Travis asked, wanting yet not wanting to
know all the lurid details.
	"Well, we were lying on our sides, slurping on each other's dicks.  Both of
us were dripping like mad.  I reached up and got some Vaseline and put it on
my finger and shoved it up his ass.  He moaned and started really fucking my
mouth.  That's when I told him I wanted to fuck him.  Well, he didn't say
anything . . . just rolled over onto his stomach.  I put some more Vaseline up
his ass and on my cock and then I lay down on top of him and put my dick up
against his asshole.   He looked over his shoulder at me with those big green
eyes and said, "Do it man!  Fuck me!"  So, I did.  I shoved my cock up his
ass."
	"Oh, fuck!  Fuck!" Travis groaned.
	"His ass felt so fantastic on my cock!  He's so tight and hot.  Well, I
fucked him and shot my wad up his ass.  After I came, I rolled off him and he
did the same to me.  It was really so fucking hot."
	"God, what's he like?" Travis asked.
	"He's got a really hot bod, dude.  His dick isn't huge but it's thick.  His
nuts droop down between his legs.  He's hairy down there, a lot of hair in his
crack.  His ass is hard as a rock and so fucking beautiful . . . round and
hard with a little hair on it.  You know how his pants fit . . . kinda tight
and up his ass crack.  Well, now I know why.  I licked every inch of it,
including his hole.  And, I licked the rest of him too . . . his nipples, his
arm pits, everything and he fucking loved it!"
	"I hate you, you bastard!" Travis said, trembling. 
	"Why, just because I fucked your dreamboat?" Nathan said.
	"Yeah!  Now go home, Nathan!" Travis said, tears forming in his eyes.
	That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Travis thought about the events
of the afternoon.  `How could he fuck Nathan?' Travis asked himself as he
groped his hard cock.  He pulled off his pajamas and lay there completely
naked.  As he stroked on his dick, a sort of video tape began playing in his
mind . . . 
	. . .Travis sat on the edge of his bed, John standing before him.  Travis
slowly reached up and felt John's crotch.  Slowly, he unzipped John's pants.
The boy's boxer shorts appeared through the open fly.  Overwhelmed with love
and desire and unable to control himself, Travis pulled John toward him,
burying his face in the boy's crotch while pulling John's pants down.
	John backed away and finished undressing.  Travis, in a fit of urgency,
ripped his own clothes off.  John stood there, his beautiful body nude for
Travis to admire.  His dick was still soft and his nuts hung down between the
muscled thighs.  He moved onto the bed and reclined on his back.  Travis
watched himself climb on top of John, nestling his head on the boy's muscular
chest.  John wrapped his strong arms around Travis in a loving embrace.
Travis looked up at John's beautiful face.  Travis was overwhelmed with love
for the beautiful boy.  He moved up slightly and placed his lips on John's
luscious mouth.  They kissed, at first tentatively, then with passion . . .
mouths open, tongues battling.  Travis felt John's cock harden up against his
stomach.
	Travis's stiff cock had nestled itself between John's legs, pressing up
against the junction of the boy's asscheeks.  With precum flowing, Travis's
slimy dick poked at John's asshole.  
	"Oh, God, I've been waiting so long for this, Travis.  I love you!  Oh, yeah,
fuck me, babe.  I want to feel your cock up my ass." 
	John wrapped his legs around Travis's hips, giving Travis full access to his
throbbing hole.  Travis' pulsating boymeat moved slowly into John's twitching
anus while Travis' mouth latched onto the boy's hard left nipple.  Travis
slurped on the nipple as he entered his lover's ass shute.  Both boy's were in
a state of lustful, loving bliss . . . 
	Travis's cock exploded in his hand.  Gush after gush of hot semen splashed up
onto his chest and stomach.  The almost painful climax was the most intense of
Travis' young life.  As he came down from his orgasmic high, he thought
ruefully, `Why couldn't it have been me?'

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