Boy Meats Boy

By Steve Griffin

Published on Sep 10, 2003

Gay

'Boy Meets Boy' is the property of Bravo and NBC. I'm really not trying to take any of this series. They can have it. This is just a work of fiction, involving some of the men involved in this series. Although Wes and James are gay, they claim to only be friends at this point. Please don't infer anything about their private life from my fictional story.

This first chapter is very short because I want to see if I get any response for a second chapter. If not, then I'll just leave it as it is. If you have any suggestions for future chapters, or men you'd like to see involved (Dan, Robb, Brian, whoever), then let me know.


James stared at the television in rapt silence as the closing credits rolled.

"Blow job for your thoughts?" Wes quipped, easing in beside James on the couch.

The show gaining their attention had been Boy Meets Boy, a revolutionary or infamous gay dating show with a much-debated "twist" of straight men pretending to be gay in order to win a cash prize if the bachelor chose them. James was the 32-year old bachelor. 24-year old Wes was his final, and thankfully gay, choice. James had a very confident, sexy smile hidden underneath a cautious, at times insecure demeanor. Wes was anything but cautious, and was drawn to James because of the deep longing and desire radiating from his brawny yet sleek frame. They were both dark brunettes, but their personalities couldn't be more different. Yet, that helped draw them closer.

"Haven't seen too much of that gorgeous smile tonight, James."

James smiled that smile as Wes clasped his hand. He sighed as he turned the TV off.

"I wonder how many people watching were hoping I'd pick the straight guy. I'd look like such an idiot. The joke of America. I guess I'm a joke anyway, for going on the show."

Wes rolled his eyes as he squeezed James' fingers. The fingers were so thick...Wes couldn't help wondering if that was any indication of his crotch area.

"James, if you'd never gone on the show, they may have cast someone who WOULD pick a straight guy, who WOULD pitch a hissy fit and make an ass of himself. You behaved like such a damn gentleman that I bet even the Bible beaters were shedding tears for you. And most of all, if you had just stayed at home, not taken the risk, we wouldn't have met."

Wes cupped the back of James' head, staring deep into his soft brown eyes. Wes had puppy dog eyes to match his boyish face. He could feel James melting inside them.

"And I'm so glad I met you, James. I want to be your friend, and whatever else happens between us, always stay your friend."

Wes ran his hand inside James' beefy thigh, stopping at the tip of his sizable bulge. He squeezed tightly against the thigh, licking his lips to show James just how aroused he was.

"I also want to be your lover, even if it's only for one night. James, tell me this won't affect our friendship. Tell me you want this too."

With those seductive, silken words, Wes moved forward, lightly pressing his lips to the stronger, shyer man's mouth. James tentatively opened his full lips to taste the tongue of his new friend. Wes moaned in appreciation as he began to untuck James' white dress shirt.

James pulled his hands away. The hurt on Wes' face tugged at his heartstrings, and he tenderly stole another kiss.

"C'mon, you slut," James chuckled, taking Wes' hand in his, leading him towards the bedroom. Wes ogled the meaty, firm buttocks James had packed into his tight tan slacks. He hoped he'd be able to get his hands, and several other appendages, on those mounds before the night was over.


My e-mail is knack6@hotmail.com

Next: Chapter 2


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