I 'm Andre, a fifteen-year-old exchange student from Belgium. I am living with an American family, the Martins. Craig is their only son, and he is my age. We have separate rooms, but spend a lot of time together.

One day we were talking and Craig asked, "So how many languages do you speak?

"Four," I replied, "French, which is the intellectual language, Flemish, which is the common tongue, English, and a little Dutch."

"Wow!" responded Craig, "I only learned a little Spanish – your English is great!"

"English is the business language of Europe, so any well-educated person speaks it," I replied, "But there are many words I don't know, and hope to learn."

"You are certainly quite a linguist," Craig said.

"I don't know that word," I replied, "What does it mean?"

"Linguist?" answered Craig, "It means you are good with languages. I think it comes from the root word for tongue, so perhaps you are good at oral sex as well."

"Oral sex?" I asked, "You mean talking about it?"

Craig busted out laughing and I blushed with embarrassment. "No, definitely not talking about it!" Craig corrected me, "It's using your mouth for sex."

"Oh, you mean like soixante neuf," I said, "That's French – in English it would be 69."

"Yeah, that's more like it," agreed Craig, "Only it's not always two doing it together – sometimes one doing it for the other."

"Well, those are words I didn't expect to learn," I said, "But every bit helps."

"Do you like oral sex?" Craig asked.

I blushed and said, "I haven't tried it, but I think I might like it."

"Would you like to try it with me?" Craig asked.

Once again I blushed – I wasn't sure I had the words for this conversation, but replied, "Thanks, but I think I'd like to try it with a girl."

"Okay," replied Craig, undaunted, "Just ask if you change your mind."

I couldn't think of the English word to describe what I was feeling right now, but it wasn't friendly. I didn't talk with Craig the rest of the evening.

Thankfully, Craig never returned to that conversation, but before long I found myself facing a serious crisis: my passport and student visa were missing. I was always careful not to leave them anywhere, and always put them on my desk at night – but they were gone!

I went to Craig and asked, "Have you seen my passport or student visa?"

"Yes," confirmed Craig, and I breathed a sign of relief, "I have them and will keep them safe."

"But I need them with me," I protested, "Why would you take them and keep them from me?"

"I'll give them back," Craig said, "But after you do something for me."

"Anything," I replied, "All you have to do is ask."

"I want you to suck my cock?" Craig said.

"I don't understand," I said, (I couldn't imagine why he wanted me to suck a rooster.)

"Let me put it this way," said Craig, rubbing his crotch, "I want you to do oral sex on me."

"Craig, I'm not like that," I said.

"But you could be," he said, "Why not try?”

"Please Craig – why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because Andre, I think you would be very good at it, and you deserve to find out for yourself," he returned.

I didn't think he was telling me the whole truth, and didn't trust him, so I said, "I'd rather not," then I left.

The next day I went to see my guidance counselor at school and told them that I couldn't find my passport or visa. He said they could be replaced but would take a lot of time and explaining. He recommended that I do a better search. I thanked him and left.

I knew that a better search was not what I needed. I thought about going to Mr. Martin and telling him what happened, but I was sure Craig would deny it and accuse me of making trouble. I sure didn't want to make any trouble for the Martins. I thought about just doing what Craig wanted. I sure didn't want to but doing it just once might not be so bad if it got my passport and visa back – then I'd find a way to lock them up.

The next day after school I went to Craig and said, "I need my passport and visa – I'll do what you want."

A big smile crossed Craig's face as he approached me, unzipped and took out his penis (that's the word I knew at the time).

"Okay," began Craig, "You should learn the right words – this is a cock and you are going to suck me until I cum. When I do, you will swallow it. What you are doing is called a blowjob, and by doing it you are a cocksucker."

"What must I do?" I asked.

"Get on your knees," Craig said, and I knelt before him. He drew closer and brought his cock to my mouth and said, "Open."

I opened my mouth and Craig entered. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but it didn't seem all that bad. I always thought it would be completely disgusting, but it felt just fine to me.

Under Craig's direction I moved my tongue around and he began to moan and told me I was a good cocksucker. I wasn't sure if that was in insult or a compliment – I sure had a lot to learn about America.

I must have sucked for five or ten minutes before Craig said, "I'm getting close!" I didn't know what he meant but soon his cock blasted into my mouth. It was a strange and strong taste, but I remembered that Craig said I had to swallow. I did, but a strong aftertaste remained.

Craig pulled out of my mouth and I looked up and was shocked to see that he had been recording the blowjob on his cell phone.

A lot of angry thoughts went through my head in Flemish, but I couldn't find the right words in English, so I just fumed and said nothing.

Craig handed me my passport and visa, saying, "I won't need these anymore, since I have you on video."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"I will be needing blowjobs from you fairly often," Craig said, "Or these videos will be trouble for you."

"What kind of trouble?" I asked.

"I think you know that our president doesn't like immigrants, and likes to deport them. If I gave this video to the immigration services you would get deported for engaging in immoral activity."

"Why would you do that to me?" I asked "I just did something very nice for you!"

"You certainly did Andre," Craig agreed, "And I want you to keep doing it – as long as you do, everything will be fine. By the way, thanks for the blowjob."

I returned to my room with much to think about. I just did something I never thought I would do. I was glad that nobody else but Craig knew about it. What troubled me the most was that I kind of liked it. Well, I did and I didn't. I was ashamed of what I did, but for some reason I was glad that I'd have to do it again – it made no sense at all to me!

Before going to bed I masturbated (I think it's called "jacking-off"). I normally think about girls when I do, and that's how I started, but after a time I thought about sucking Craig, and it was strangely arousing. I finished and went to sleep.

The next day at school the thought of sucking Craig kept popping into my mind. I knew it was wrong, but I really wanted to do it again. I wasn't about to ask to do it, but sure hoped Craig would want it again today.

When I got home Craig invited me to his room and closed the door. He unzipped and took his cock out, which means "I want a blowjob" in any language, so I knew exactly what to do. I dropped to my knees and began to suck. This time was different than yesterday – I wanted to do this, and it must have been obvious to Craig. Once he came, he told me I was getting to be a really good cocksucker. I swallowed and took that as a compliment.

Craig thanked me and said he really appreciated my fine work. I smiled and went to my room.

After that I sucked Craig nearly every day, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

I realize that the way Craig forced me to suck him was wrong, but I'm grateful that he did – I would never have experienced this aspect of life otherwise.

Now at the end of the school year I am preparing to return to Belgium. I'd learned so much in my time here, especially from Craig. Upon returning to Belgium one of the first things I'll need to do is find a guy to suck.

Special thanks to my online friend Alex Brocklebank for providing the inspiration for this story

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)