Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2006 21:10:22 -0700
From: marianasdeep2@hushmail.com
Subject: Foreign Exchange

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males.  If
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This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.

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Other stories by this author include:
Seduced after School (posted to Young Friends, 8/19/04)
College Visit (posted to Adult/Youth, 9/06/04)
The Boathouse (posted to High School, 9/20/04)

Comments and suggestions are welcome and you can e-mail them to
MarianasDeep2@hushmail.com

Foreign Exchange

Teasing for a blow job, I got more than I bargained for.

My sophomore year of high school, I was a host brother for a
foreign exchange student, one of 5 our school had that year.  That
whole year, there were parties at the different host families'
homes.  One of the foreign students was hosted by Mark, a middle-
aged bachelor, a retired teacher from a different school district.
My friends and I began to wonder about him because he lived alone,
was interested in maintaining friendships with us, and had other
older boys--ex-students--at his house a lot.  I was 15, horny as
hell, and unsure about my sexuality.  The thought of what may be
going on in that house was a building, curious excitement in me.
What an exciting year anyway, sexually and otherwise.  I learned to
drive.  I gained my freedom.  I was going to parties where some of
my friends were getting laid.  At this point, I had not been laid,
but in my wild fantasies, I was learning ejaculatory control.  How
to hold back, building, resisting, until a big load was ready to
shoot over my head, onto my face, and across my chest and abdomen!
It was getting increasingly hard to wipe it all up discreetly.

By the end of that year, I turned 16.  I could drive to friends'
houses no questions asked.  My friends and I would go over to
Mark's house a lot, usually in the context of the exchange club or
Mark's exchange student.  Looking back, Mark was hitting on me.  He
showed an interest that was making me a little
uncomfortable--nervously excited--but I wasn't sure why.  I still
had no idea what he had in store for me, but I was cautiously
curious about his advances and decided to play with them.  I was
wondering if I could draw more attention from him, and when I knew
he was stealing glances, I gave him some things to look at.  I
noticed I could get more attention if I nonchalantly spread my
knees while sitting, aiming the crotch of my jeans in his
direction.  If I sprouted an erection, I would find some ploy to
get up and parade the bulge in front of his face while he remained
seated.  I had an attraction for the male ass, though I had no idea
what one did with that, but I made sure he could see the Levi tag
on my pocket from time to time.  The thought of being an object of
desire excited me, but weirded me out at the same time.  What if I
couldn't handle an actual come on?  There's a certain unease when
fantasy crosses the line into reality.  What if I couldn't stay in
control, be the one who decides how far things go?  And gross, an
older man?  With my friends there, I was secure in the thought that
there was never a time alone with him in that house anyway.  I
could go to that house with the others, play with the energy of
being a tease, and then retreat to a fantasy in my home.  That all
changed at the end of the year when his foreign student left, and
for the first time, I found myself alone with Mark, the last to
leave a party at his home.

That night, all the ex-host-brothers decided to take Mark up on a
year-end party.  Knowing how to drive now, we all pretty much
showed up in our own cars, and could leave when we wanted to.  I
wanted to heighten the teasing, increase the fantasy, and up the
ante a bit, so I decided to be the last to leave, to see what might
happen there alone.  The excitement would be worth it, the payoff a
more intense jackoff, let alone if things actually progressed.  I
could always just leave if things started getting uncomfortable.
And what if something more exciting happened?  What if I were
propositioned?  What if  I could actually get my cock sucked?   I
could handle that, an older man on my cock, me the stud, the object
of desire, but in control.  Just don't expect me to return the
favor.

I found myself alone in that eclectic house...Mark was into art,
science, movies, foreign travel.  A bit academic and austere, but
he was also laid back.  At that time, he was the only older person
I knew who could make sexual jokes with the rest of us teenagers.
One quirk that made me suspect he was into boys was his jealousy,
though I couldn't have put it in those terms then.  As an example
that night, he was raving about one of his ex-student friends, who,
while still in high school, "was going out with some slut, and they
would go to all those stupid teen sex movies, like Private
Lessons."

I joked, but in a "no seriously" kind of way,  "I love that movie!
15 year old kid gets laid by a playboy playmate!  I could stomach
some of that right now."

 I really didn't intend innuendo, but my reference to my own
budding sexuality unintentionally got things started.

"This might help...,"  Mark said, then laughed, "or make matters
worse," as he pulled a porn video collection out of his closet.  I
was surprised:  he was eclectic yes, but into porn?

He started with the hetero stuff, and I realize now that he was
maneuvering, don't break too much ice at once.  It didn't take long
for my 16-year-old cock to stand at attention.  But now things were
getting awkward.  I had to rub, and made the first furtive motions
on the top of my jeans.

"Go ahead," Mark said to relieve my embarrassment and put me at
ease.  Mark upped the ante...he switched the video to some bi-
movie.  I didn't know they made movies like that, but no problem,
same as the first, except now it's two guys on one girl.  It wasn't
too long, though, before one guy was sucking off the other one.
This was new viewing for me, and confirmed that men did in fact
blow other men.  I'd heard that old perverts would blow boys, and I
must admit I was there to see if I could get propositioned, but I
hadn't really thought what I would do if it actually happened.  I
was more just looking for the excitement of the suggestion, but the
video was making it real.

Just then Mark broke the ice.

"Do you want some action like that?  Make you feel like a man?"

I was shocked at the obvious come-on, but didn't want to be
perceived as a prude.  I answered yes to the literal question,
making some comment about how I fantasize fucking a chick with, and
in front of, my friends, like the two guys in the movie.  But my
answer was not convincing due to my discomfort with the figurative
question.  My look of discomfort let on that I knew he was
referring to the blowjob, that I knew that he was offering, but I
kept rambling on.  My confusion emboldened him to come over beside
me sitting on the couch.  He looked me in the eye while he had me
off guard, and before I knew it, his hands were on the top of my
Levis.

"It's no big deal.  It's not sex.  It's just relieving those
teenage urges.  I know you relieve them yourself.  Just relax and
let me take care of it this time."

With that he started loosening my belt.  As he was undoing the fly,
I was beginning to think that maybe this is not what I want after
all, but I didn't want to embarrass him, or create an uncomfortable
scene.  It would strain our friendship if I protested his initial
advance.  Before that thought was done, however, the zipper on my
fly was already down.  Wait a minute, am I still in control here?
I now had his hand rubbing my boner on the top of my Hane's whitey-
tighties.  As he spread apart the flap of my jeans, he lifted my
shirttail above my navel, and began licking and kissing my lower
abdomen.  This isn't sex?  While rubbing my cock through the
outside of my briefs, his free hand had pulled the elastic off my
cockhead.

"Quite the manhood for a 16 year old."

With a 4-incher, I felt teased rather than complimented.  But then
he held the underwear just below my balls, and for the first time
in my adolescent life, someone else's hand was rubbing directly on
my cock.

Before the surprise could wear off, his mouth went over my
cockhead.  The new thrill was complimenting my manhood.  I started
to sit up a bit to watch, but he pushed me back as if to say, "just
relax and enjoy the ride."  I threw my head back in ecstacy,
feeling admired for my masculinity.  Before I could look down, my
shirt was getting unbuttoned from the bottom up.  By the time my
shirt was opened, he had one hand massaging my chest, one hand
holding my jeans and underwear down, and his mouth working up and
down on my cock.  He was wrapping his lips around the shaft,
working its length, then over the top into a deep throat.  If that
wasn't enough of a thrill, he wrapped his lips over my tip, and
alternated sucking and tonguing the cherry.  When his mouth was
over just the tip, he was actually sucking out precum and spreading
it with his tongue over my cock.  Then he sat up and began pulling
my sleeves off my arm.

"Lie back with your arms behind your head."

As I complied, he pressed his nose into the thin line of hair in my
armpit and inhaled.  I could smell the room filling with teenage
armpit odor.  Then I felt him sucking my tits.

Confusion.  The head made me feel like a man, but now this tit
sucking was making me feel submissive.  Whenever I started to move
away, he returned to my cock as if to make me feel like a stud, but
then he would work his way back to my tits again.

Before I knew it, his free hand was under my waist pulling the back
of the jeans and briefs off my ass.  My newly liberated balls and
spread legs were adding an obvious smell of pubescent groin musk to
the teenage armpit smells.

"28-36, hmm 16-year-old tight ass on stilts."

I didn't have the foggiest idea what that tight ass compliment was
revealing about his intentions.  I was somewhat unsettled about
losing my pants, becoming exposed in front of him, and thus no
longer in control.  But my unease was out of a feeling of sexual
insecurity and teenage inadequacy, not the real vulnerability of
nudity I was about to discover.  Obviously with a 28-36, my legs at
that age were way disproportioned to the rest of my body.  As he
pulled my pants to my knees, and the underwear onto my thighs, I
started to feel boyish and bodily inadequate.  One mustached line
of pubic hair above my thin cock led to a tuft of pubes on each
side leading toward my balls.  Other than that I was bald, making
my cock look a little larger than the mere 4 inch erection I
touted.  My balls were of good size, but hairless.  My legs were
thin, hairless and seamless with my perked-up, hairless ass.  I was
starting to tone somewhat from swimming, but I still had the
physique of a boy.  My nipples were still swollen to nubs with
pointed tips, still not sure if they should lactate or shut down,
vulnerable to the slightest touch.  Feeling exposed gave me an
initial sense that I should cover up, at least get things back to
fly-open quickie mode, but the feeling passed with the naive notion
that he just wanted a view to increase his excitement...and what a
thrill to be lusted after.  But then a twist on my nipples from his
roaming hand left me feeling at his mercy.  He had just given me a
pain of adolescence I had been guarding against all year, the
sensation making me suddenly aware of my exposed vulnerability.
Sucking had stimulated them to arousal, but the twisting induced a
pain that made me feel subjugated.  I suddenly felt like a sexual
object under his discretion and control.  I tried to re-assert
myself.

"Hey, leave those the fuck alone," I said with a hesitant, half
serious laugh.

Instead of relieving the situation, the complaint encouraged him.

"Ah, take it like the man I know you are...or are you a bitch with
sensitive tits?"

And with that, he twisted again as if to find out the answer.  I
winced, but tried to act like I could take it.  This time, the pain
was excruciating, but it built excitement from within, confusing me
about my sexual identity more than ever.  Just what is my sexual
role?  But then another hand cupped my balls, holding them from
below, while free fingers massaged my sperm canal above and below
my sack.  He wanted my load, and I was going to deliver.  I began
to feel like a man as I could feel my load building below.

I just started thinking about my manhood, the fact that I had a
bitch on my cock ready to receive, when I felt a knock at the door.
 There were two fingers massaging my pink, hairless doorway.  I
couldn't remember how at this point I had lost my shirt, but my
pants were still around my knees, and my underwear around my
thighs.  I couldn't move away or shift my legs.  My feelings of
manhood waned when I felt the penetration of a finger, then two up
my ass, slowly opening the door.  But as he started working me,
fingers on my nipples, fingers up my ass, and mouth up and down my
cock, I began to feel like a manly object of desire.  Then the
fingers in my ass started massaging some root of my verility.  He
wanted my load...and I gave him buckets full.

Did I give him my load, or did he extract it from me?  The next
thing I knew as I came around, my jeans and underwear were being
slid off my legs.  I was now completely nude in front of  Mark and
on his couch.  I was confused, "Hey, wait, I delivered.  We're done
now aren't we?" It was then that I saw Mark's 7-inch erect cock.
Somehow, he had lost his pants as I lost mine.  I did not want to
return favors.

"Um Mark, I don't think I can...I...I don't want to suck..." I
started saying guiltily.

"Don't worry, you won't be sucking it."

If I wasn't going to be sucking him, what was he going to do with
it.  Before I knew what was happening, the underside of my knees
were on his shoulders, and my ass was being raised off the couch as
he lifted.  I still had no idea what was going on, until his voice
broke through the confusion.

"Now we're going to have a fair trade.  I'm going to take your
boyhood virginity while you take my manhood."

For the first time I realized I was going to get fucked.  Or is
that what you call it?  I had heard jokes about getting "porked,"
but I always thought it came from behind after being made to
submit.   I was on my back after receiving a blowjob--I was not
submitting--but there was no denying that my ass was in the air, my
legs were spread, and there was a cock making its first contact
with my bud.

Suddenly I felt a cool grease run along my crack.  He grabbed the
base of his cock and teased his tip up and down my crack for awhile
as if to say, "you're a virgin now, but I'm in control, and I'm
letting you size and get a feel of the cock that is going to take
your boyhood.  You're going to get fucked."

"Hey, I'm a man.  I'm not supposed to be fucked." I thought to
myself as I tried to move my ass out of the way.  But there was no
way.  I was going to lose my virginity, take it up the ass, and get
fucked like a two-bit whore.

"Just spread and let me have your boy pussy."

I wasn't spreading, but my legs were being spread.  As they opened,
I felt my ass cheeks pull apart and my asshole cool with exposure.
Then I felt the tip of his cock against my hole.  He reached down
and slowly pulled his foreskin back.  Then he slowly opened me,
inserting just his cockhead, "Well, that's it then?  I've been
had?" I wondered.  "No, I've only been opened, and I can close the
door."  I pinched my sphincter and tried to move away again, shake
his cock from my asshole.  But then his cockhead disappeared as he
penetrated, slowly sinking his shaft to the base of his balls.  He
made sure I could see and feel each inch of my virginity wane.  As
the cock sunk, I could feel my insides parting to make room.  Now I
had a 7-inch cock buried to the hilt in my ass.  I couldn't deny my
virginity was history.  I didn't feel pain, but I was surprised,
confused, and still didn't like the thought of getting fucked,
"umm, hello, I'm still not sure about my sexual identity, and this
ain't helping."  I struggled and straightened a bit to try to get
out from under him, but he had me pinned.

"Just spread your legs like the slut you are.  That tight ass of
yours has been looking to get fucked for some time now.  Just relax
and enjoy the ride while I loosen you up a bit."

With that, he pressed my spread legs to my chest, rolling me back
and eliminating whatever resistance I had left, and started fucking
me, back and forth, in and out.  I could feel pressure release as
he withdrew, then my insides re-parted when he re-inserted.  At
first, my sphincter folded in as he inserted, and folded out when
he withdrew, but after awhile, it just stayed open to receive cock.
 While I was getting fucked, all I could think was, "how many boy's
asses have been opened by this cock that is now opening mine?  How
many boys lost their virginity this way.  How many boys discovered
what it is like to have their insides filled with cock.  How many
boys discovered they could be rhythmically fucked like a cunt.  How
many boy's asses have shared this cock with mine?"

After a few minutes fucking this way, suddenly Mark pulled out and
got off of me.

"Roll over and bend over the couch, knees on the floor."

I gave him a look of "why?" but he pulled my arm behind my back,
rolling me around with no reply as if to say, "you know why."

Is penetration the loss of virginity?  Is repetitive fucking the
loss of virginity?  Or is it the final receipt of sperm in your
canal?  If the latter, I still had time, but not long.  He was
fucking so fast now that I could never deny that I had been opened,
loosened and used.  But I hadn't been completely fucked yet.  Then
the rhythm changed in a way that assured me I now had been.  I had
gotten use to the rhythm of getting fucked, so it was a bit of a
surprise when it was replaced with a deep thrust and a stop.  Then
a quick pull-out and another deep thrust with a stop.  I could feel
sperm oozing out as he pulled out, lubing me up for the next
thrust.  I could then feel sperm moving aside to make room for the
next load.  I was being filled with cum.

Mark collapsed on top of me, spent inside of me.  We laid there for
awhile until Mark gained enough energy to get off.  I couldn't move
out from under his weight until then, so I had to wait for a few
minutes with his softening cock up my ass, reminding me what just
happened.  When he got off, he stood up watching me while he wiped
himself off.  I felt the power of his gaze, knew he was watching me
from behind even before I could roll over to look at him.  When I
did roll over, I could not meet his gaze, his control.  "You've
been fucked.  You deserved it for being a tease.  And even though
you didn't know it, couldn't admit it, you were a tease because you
wanted it."

It didn't have to be spoken.  I wasn't sure if I agreed.  Either
way, I had to resign myself to the fact that I had been had.


Other stories by this author include:
Seduced after School (posted to Young Friends, 8/19/04)
College Visit (posted to Adult/Youth, 9/06/04)
The Boathouse (posted to High School, 9/20/04)

Comments and suggestions are welcome and you can e-mail them to
MarianasDeep2@hushmail.com