Travis was nervous, never in his life did he ever do something so adventurous and daring. Travis played with his wavy dark hair. He ruffled the fullness and decided to add a little gel.
Travis stared at his reflection again, making sure that he looked good from every angle. The tight skinny jeans made his ass look amazing. And his tight white collared shirt showed off his long slender build. Yep it was now or never.
Travis Carter is 19 years old. He lived in Cincinnati, OH all his life. College wasn't something he has been looking forward too. Not like everyone else, he had to beg his parents to let him take a break on pursuing college.
They whined and warned him told him that he was out of his mind. And maybe he was, sometimes he thought he was. Because the truth was, the reason why he wasn't college crazy because he was crazy about something else.
Love. Those four words consumed him, throughout high school Travis dated. . . a lot. And since he was being so honest, Travis kind of had a repetition. Two years later and the name still haunted him. Travis the tranny.
Oh did he also mention that he went after straight guys (who knew maybe they could of been the one) and dressed up as a girl.
Travis tried not to focus on the past, finally he found someone he could relate too. They laughed, cried, talked dirty, everyday. Travis never felt so happy. Now here's the bad side, Travis has never met him.
Sadly he didn't even know what he looked like. They never exchanged pictures or he didn't know what he sounded like.
All he had was texts and emails. They met on a gay website. It seemed so long ago, but it has only been two months. Travis scans his computer nervously, hoping that neither of them would back out. He smiles when he see the familiar username pop up.
Ready2run: Excited?
Travisboy19: To meet the man of my dreams. . . Nah, not a big deal.
Ready2run: Funny. Are you wearing those shorts that I recommended?
Travisboy19: Yes, I can't wait.
Ready2run: See you soon.
After triple checking he heads out the door. The tight black booty shorts feel nice against his soft skin. Travis caught the bus and finally make his way toward the house.
Travis heart is banging inside his chest like a sledgehammer. He calmly walks up the long driveway, he wish the weather wasn't so hot. Travis back feels wet and sweaty, he knocks on the door.
Six seconds later the door opens, and a tall muscular guy comes into view. His jaw drops, this man is gorgeous. He leans his long frame against the door, his dark blue eyes bore holes into Travis gray eyes.
His hard square jaw could cut glass, his thick dark brows narrow seductively. His insides quake at the fullness of his lips. Travis wants to touch his dark tousled short hair.
"Hi," Travis sqeaks.
"Don't be so nervous," his deep low voice sent shivers down Travis spine.
