Roswell Max's Dream Part One
Max stood in the shower letting the hot streams of water pelt across his broad shoulders, over the swell of his chest, down the flat plane of his stomach before it cascaded into the dark patch of his pubic hair. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of the warm water as it caressed his skin, arousing him as it ran in rivulets down the shaft of his swelling penis.
The night before was a jumble of confusing images, Kyle, Liz, a glowing heart with his and Liz's initials. He shook his head trying to clear it and turned to face the stream of the shower. Suddenly he felt someone behind him but before he could turn around the stranger placed strong but gentle hands on his shoulders and began to knead the knotted muscles beneath his wet skin. Max gave in to the sensation of the stranger's hands as they moved lower massaging their way down his spine. Then the stranger was cupping his ass squeezing the flesh between his nimble fingers and Max felt himself come to a full erection and moaned.
Without breaking touch with his skin Max felt the stranger move in front of him and begin to caress his chest pausing to run his thumbs over Max's sensitive nipples before moving lower. Max tried to open his eyes to see who the stranger was but found he couldn't open his eyes. But he could still feel the stranger as he began to kiss the slick skin of his stomach moving lower and lower until Max felt gentle lips pressing against the base of his stiff cock.
Max gasped as he felt the strangers hot, wet tongue snake out and lap at his hairless ball sac, moving up to the base of his erection, licking slowly up the underside of his dick. Another groan escaped Max's lips as he felt the stranger's mouth engulf him, sliding slowly down taking his cock deeper into his mouth.
The stranger's movements started out slow, his mouth moving from the tip of Max's cock down the shaft swallowing and sucking as he went until he reached the base, then moving back just as slowly to the tip.
All the while Max could feel the stranger's hands gently squeezing the flesh of his ass between his hands as he continued to suck Max's throbbing cock.
The stranger began to move faster, lunging forward and swallowing him in hungry gulps pulling back then lunging forward again. Max entwined his fingers in the stranger's hair as he felt himself being drawn closer and closer to climax. Seeming to sense Max's urgency the stranger's movements became even wilder and he began to thrust Max's slick cock into his mouth in faster and stronger lunges until Max rose on the tips of his toes and let out a loud groan.
Max clutched the stranger's head tighter holding his face close to his crotch burying his cock deep in his mouth as he began to shoot jet after jet of cum into the stranger's sucking mouth.
Slowly Max felt himself coming back to reality and suddenly found he could open his eyes. Eager to see who had given him so much pleasure he looked down but in the steam clouds of the shower all he could see was the top of the stranger's head. Through the rolling clouds of white Max saw that the stranger's hair was jet black in color but that was all he could see.
The alarm clock's buzz broke into the steamy air of the shower and Max tried to ignore it, he wanted to bend down and look the stranger in the face, to see who he was..but the alarm kept blaring louder and louder. Suddenly Max jumped and was surprised to find himself still in bed. He'd been dreaming he realized as he hit the shut off button of the alarm silencing it at last. But it had seemed so real, the shower, the black haired stranger, his climax. Max grimaced as he realized that the climax had indeed been real, the sheets clung damply to his slick stomach, and with a sigh he peeled back the wet sheet and swung his legs so that he sat on the side of the bed.
Later after his shower Max sat eating a bowl of cereal while across the table Isabelle did the same.
Isabelle's blue eyes met his across the top of the Corn Flakes box, "Did you have a nightmare last night?" she asked.
Max's dark eyes met his sister's gaze, "Why?"
Isabelle smiled, "Because you woke up the neighbor's dog moaning and groaning. So what was it about?"
Max felt his face flush red with embarrassment, "Come on!" he said standing up from the table, "We're going to be late for school."
Isabelle rolled her eyes and shook her head in confusion, "Whatever, Max."
Over the next few days as Max and Isabelle struggled to help a reluctant Michael break away from his abusive foster father the dreams continued almost nightly.
It was always the same: Max found himself in the shower with the stranger coming up behind him, massaging his shoulders and back. Then the stranger would move in front of him and bring Max to a moaning climax with his mouth.
Max lay awake deliberating over how he felt about everything, trying to untangle his emotions from his suddenly overactive sex drive. He knew that the instances between he and Michael had been nothing more than sheer lust breaking out and knew he could probably resist that happening again. Then there was what happened in the alley on Valentine's Day night with Kyle that had been because he was drunk. That left Liz and this black haired stranger in his dreams.
Could I really be gay? Max wondered and the thought nearly drove him into a panic. Wasn't it bad enough that he was an alien, or was he going to be burdened even more with being gay as well?
Max finally decided there was only one way to find out.he would have to sleep with Liz. That would prove once and for all if he were gay or straight.wouldn't it?
To Be Contined.
"Roswell" and its characters are the copyright of Warner Brothers Studios based on original characters created by Melinda Metz from her series of books entitled "Roswell High". No copyright infringement is meant or implied and does not reflect the character's or the actors who protray them actual sexual orientation.