Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:21:11 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Breaking in the Exchange Student

Out young, under 18.  This story is for older guys.


Nick is my best friend; you could say we were really best friends 'cause we
discovered gay sex together.  I'm Tally.  We're both twelve, in same grade,
both nuts for soccer, and have that other interest in common.  We sure
don't look alike.  Nick is twelve but looks and sounds like fifteen.  He
has a deep voice, and he[s four inches taller, and has a slight shadow of a
moustache.  He's s-o-o-o hot.  Even his dick is like a real teenage one.

Now me, Nick says I am so cute he sometimes can't catch his breath.  That's
nice he feels that way, but when I answer the phone, the caller thinks it's
my mom.  I think I look exactly the way I did at seven.  But my mind isn't
the same as then.  I am in a constant state of thoughts about sex.  Nick
has pubes, I don't, but we both get hard ons every two minutes in school.
Of course his are prodigious; mine are....well.....cute.  We both can cum.
Yeah, I get that shake, rattle and roll that knocks me out afterward; Nick
really cums, shoots white creams and shouts and writhes so excellently.  He
is hot.  I guess I said that before.

Yesterday we walked home from school together and we both talked excitedly
about the new kid, Stanislov Gretsky.  He's exactly our age.  An exchange
student from Poland.  He looks so terrific that we couldn't catch our
breath when he stood in front of the home room and got introduced.  Nick
even let out one of those moans of pain and everyone looked at him.

Stan (that's what we decided to call him) also looks like a fifteen-year
old only he's isn't getting that American teenage look.  He's tall, almost
six feet.  His hands and feet are real big.  He's white in complection.  He
speaks in a slightly Brit accent because his English language teacher was a
Brit.  That nice accent together with his voice quality was intoxicating.
His voice was soft and mellow and throaty.  Then he smiled at the class.  I
never saw teeth and lips like those: big white ones and puffy lips that
seemed to be puckered for a kiss.  Oh man, I can hardly go on, my peter is
very crushed in my heavy jeans.

"We gotta find a way to get him over my house," Nick said, narrowing his
eyes like a pirate.  "You're good at the meeting thing.  Look how you
engineered to meet me and ravish me.  I'm too shy."

"Oh sure, shy.  Are you shy when you push my head in your laps, or lick me
in back?"

"Not sexually shy you bozo, just socially shy."

Well what do you think.  As we were debating how to overcome and capture
and bring Stan to our cave, the object in question was walking behind us
and caught up.

"Hello chaps.  You are Nick, and you, shorter lad Tally."

He addressed his comments directly to Nick, never looking at me.  Nick was
bright red and tried a few times to speak, but his throat was swollen or
something.  Finally I broke in, and the beauty one looked down on me as if
suddenly some ant was talking.  "How did you remember our names?"

"Ah, I am fortunate to have a strong memory.  I can recite the names of the
entire class."

Nick was coughing and trying to get some words out.  Finally a strangled
`Welcome to Center Middle School and America."

Stan broke into a smile.  I got a little dizzy at the sight of it.  "Yes
Nick, after meeting you, and ...er....Tally here, I know I am going to
enjoy myself."  He waggled his pale eyebrows in an imitation of Groucho
Marx.

I laughed, a lot, too much for the weak gag, but I was so nervous.

We three stood there for a long time.  No one had anything to say.  Then
Stan broke the silence, "My host family, the Stevens are expecting me for a
real American cookies and milk party.  Must say later dogs."

"Where did he get that expression," I asked Nick.

Nick shook himself in partial awareness.  "I guess from some American TV
program."

The next day, Nick went to his European History class and I was proceeding
to gym.  Stan caught up with me.  "I guess you and Nick and really good
friends.  He is a very handsome boy.  I'm not sure he likes me."

"Why would you say that?"

"Well yesterday he hardly talked to me."

"That's just his way.  If he hates you, he never shuts up, keeps rattling
away."

"Oh I am glad to hear that.  Do you think I could ask him if I can get
together with him."

Here was my chance.  I began a sneaky plan to beat Nicky to the Pole's
pole.  "Ur Stan, I know you could like to get it on with hot Nicky, but
here is the deal, Nicky will never play around with anyone without having
me first get with them.  You understand what I am getting at?"

Oh I was getting a stiffy.  Stan worked his cute mouth a bit, passed his
strong hand through his light brown hair that immediately snapped back to
it's place on his forehead.  "I see.  How about this afternoon at your
place?"

"Excellent.  Bring your swim trunks, I have a pool."

I hardly managed to live through the next few hours.  I said nothing to
Nick.  Stan was my piece of candy and I would take the wrapper off myself.
I ran across him once in the hall and he gave me that finger point that
confirmed we were on.

I rushed home, brushed my teeth, gargled and sprayed on some AXE.  Whew
that stuff is strong.  My eyes were watering when I answered the door bell.
There he was, smiling, holding a towel and bathing suit.  I led him up to
my room.  "We can change here.  If you are shy, you can use the bathroom."

"Oh no Tally, we Europeans are much more comfortable with nudity that you
American guys.  I notice at gym that the boys dress under a towel.  This is
so crazy.  We all have pricks, No?"

Well he certainly did, he stripped off his tee shirt and showed a tight
muscular chest and real bumpy abs.  Nick'll go nuts when he sees them.  And
then the penis.  Holy crap, when he dropped his red briefs a long thin
snake fell out, I mean maybe six inches, with heavy balls balancing the
length.

He saw me looking, "Nice yes, you like.  I am a little prideful about it.
I hope that Nick will like me."

"Oh yes, I know he will."  I stripped off.  My tight balls and smallish
prick was hard and stood it's full four and one half inches against my
belly.

"You have a very nice male organ, Tally.  I can see it is passionate."  At
that moment he slipped on his trunks and swatted me in the tush and rushed
down toward the pool.  I was to discover during this visit, that Stan was
very physical.  Wacking my ass or punching me in the arm muscle was the
Polish was of saying everything from hello to I love you.

We both dove in the pool.  I showed off with a nice entry.  As we were
paddling around, Stan said,"I take off my bathing suit, yes?"

"No Stan, the neighbors will see."

"No one in house.  When you mother coming home?"

"We have three hours.  She's a realtor.  She left a note on the frig."

Stan looked at me slyly.  "I have n't relieved my sexual feelings today.
Usually in the morning, but a my sponsor's house, I share room with two
younger boys.  I am quite aroused."  He took my hand and put it on his
suited cock.  He was aroused all right.

My voice shaking I suggested we return to my bedroom.  "Perhaps I can
help."

Once inside the room he chuck his suit and sat on the edge of my bed, his
strong legs splayed and his ball sack hanging down.  The other piece of
equipment was sticking up plastered against his excellent stomach.  He
grinned at me and crooked his finger for me to come closer.  I stood in
front of him.  He took the same finger and passed it over my lips.  "You
have very hot lips, curvy and warm, also nice pink color.  Let me finger
inside like candy."

Once his finger slipped into my lips I couldn't help myself.  I went into
auto pilot.  I sucked greedily.  He laughed at me and pulled his finger
out, fighting my sucking mouth.  "Relax boy, I'll give you something to
suck."  He put a hand on each shoulder and lowered me down to his crotch.
"Now little pretty American, open that hot mouth and take Stan's organ
inside."

There was no thought of not obeying.  I began a slow gentle suck.  He liked
it and rubbed my hair.  "Good, good, you are talented and making me dizzy,
nice dizzy.  Keep it up and you will get a reward."

I began to suck harder, allowing the long cock to enter my throat.  He felt
so different that Nick.  He also was much more verbal and a little rougher.
He stood up and grabbed each of my ears in his big hands and began to fuck
my mouth.  I felt like he was really using me like a plumbing device but I
was in it for whatever came.

Suddenly he put a hand on the back of my head and screamed, "Fuck, fuck,
I'm at the climax."

His body became rigid and he was talking gibberish, maybe Polish. but he
shot a small discharge of Polish spooge, then a much larger one and then
several successive volleys.  I looked up at him, his eyes were rolled up in
his head and he was drooling onto me.  At last his shooting stopped.  He
was now dribbling cum slowly.  I pulled away.  He fell back on the bed.  "I
am fucked, I can't get up.  That was a major cum.  You are good boy and
good cock sucker."  We said goodbye at my door, he had fully recovered and
to prove it he socked me painfully in the arm.  "You tell Nick that I am
good.  No?"

Well I tried him out for Nick.  I don't know if this boy is for Nick.  I
told Nick about that session and Nick said, "He needs taming, just like you
did.  I'll turn him into a nice gentle puppy."  This was a new side of Nick
I had never seen.

I got a call on the phone from Nick the next night.  "Guess what Tally, our
boy called me and said that he is very impressed with me and would like to
come over to study tomorrow night.  I asked him if he wanted you to be
there and he seemed surprised that I asked, but said it was satisfactory to
him.  He said two if often better than one, no?"

The next night I got there early.  My usually calm friend was sweating and
wringing his hands.  "Settle down you already got him hooked.  Just be sure
he doesn't sell you on a blow job and leave."

"Don't worry about that.  I have a few moves he hasn't known before."

A few moments later the door bell rang and I answered it.  Stan gave me a
smirking hello.  Oh shit, he thought I was a conquered slave.  Maybe I was.
He is so super delicious.  Who could resist.  Who?  My buddy Nick.  My
money is on him.

Nick greeted him and then said, "Stan, we three are here for sex.  No use
hiding it or delaying it.  Speaking for myself, look at this rod, it's at
attention and dripping.  How about you?"

"Same thing dog and look at your little buddy, he's got a ramrod even
though it's small, it's hot.":

Nick is not stupid.  He slipped off his tee shirt and exposed his tight abs
and pecs with a slight show of hair beginning between them.  I hadn't
noticed that.  Nick is changing, day by day.  Stan was very impressed, you
could tell by his long delicate Polish nose twitching and his breath
deepening.  "Can I touch your chest?"

"Sure," says generous Nick.  You can also suck my cock."

"Oh no American boy, the Polish kid is boss here."

Nick shook his cock.  Stan's eyes slitted.  He began to moan slightly.
"It's nice.  Maybe I'll take a little taste, but usually the boy sucks me."

He leaned down and licked Nick's strong, veined, American cock.  He must
have liked it because he stayed there licking and humming.  Nick reached
around and slapped the Pole's ass.  "Oh fuck, I love that," crooned the now
half dizzy Pole.

Nick reached further out and encountered the sweaty ass hole that was up in
the air as he licked Nick.  Stan let out a howl.  "You bastard, how did you
know that was my weak spot?"

"Shut up and give a good blow job dog."

Nick signaled to me and I went into our prearranged plan.  Stan's white
elegant ass was up in the air, swinging back and forth.  I have a long,
long tongue.  I stuck it out and licked once across the puckered hole in
front of me.  Stan froze.  "Oh shit, you fuckers.  I'll do anything to get
my ass played with.."

Nick patted his damp hair.  "I know, I know, you little ass girl.  Just
keep sucking.  You'll get lots of cream if you are a good boy."

Stan couldn't answer.  His brain was in overload.  Now I inserted my tongue
right into his hole.  I found his hot button and licked fast and hard.  He
was now out of it, in orbit, moaning constantly.

Nick said, over the boy's sweating back, "He really wants to be fucked.
Let's save that.  Tonight he learns to suck when asked and who is the boss.
And you, friend, are the junior boss."

I continued fucking him with my tongue.  He continued sucking on Nick's hot
cock.  Then as all thing have to culminate, the Pole suddenly stiffened and
called out.  "Shit, Yankees, you'd done it.  I am a pig for you. My cock is
about to erupt under me.  Give me your spunk."

Nick told him that he was about to cream.  "Take it Pole-boy, let me see
you beg for it."

"Yeah, cum, I want that cum."

Nick screamed that he was about to deliver.  Stan kept sucking, now harder
and then he got his reward, Nick shot stream after stream of his delicious
cum (I know) and the Pole swallowed it all, his Adam's Apple jumping up and
down.  And me, I just came from the excitement.

There was silence in the room.  Finally Nick spoke up. " Be here tomorrow
for an ass fucking."

Stan meekly responded.  "Yes sir."

As for me, Nick, after tonight's performance was the king.  I'd do whatever
he asked.  He could fuck me too if he wished.


End