SCOTT by Jamie (c) 1988 ---------- A fantasy of my mind...... dedicated to one hot little fox.... FIREFOX! ---------- 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.....