Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 22:22:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Drew Seele <drewseele@yahoo.com>
Subject: French Student:  Book 1; Chaper 1

Blah blah blah this is ?fiction?,
blah blah blah based on truth,
blah blah blah you?re not 18, leave.
Blah blah blah gay sex, mostly narrative though.

CHAPTER 1
Book 1

It?s been 3 months since he and I lasted talked, 6 months since I got back
from his home in France, 1 year since we first met. So far all truth, my
story begins with me, for all intents and purposes we will refer to myself
as Joe. I am 5?11, normal tan, dirty blonde, blueish greenish eye, I am in
shape from formerly playing soccer, and dance.

Well I sat in church normal Sunday, I watched my dad on stage ?leading?
worship, as I looked around at who was here it was are regulars and some
guests. When Ms. S (what I?m calling her) stood up to announce her guests I
recognized some of them as the French Students (foreign exchange students
as other people call them) that were at our youth group the past Wednesday.

Ms. S introduced me to them later, Maxime, Renee, Pierre, Thomas, Luke,
and Timothee. I was in awe, before me stood one of the most attractive
men I have ever seen, 6?1, tan, perfectly cut dark hair, green eyes, and a
smile that could melt an iceberg. He was the quietest of the group. I
thought nothing more of that though as they would all leave to go to their
host families the next day.

One week later I was at a church camp, and to my surprise Timothee was
there, apparently Ms. S had screwed up his living situation and so she had
just signed him up to come here instead.


[ So far no lies, all truth, so my shock and amazement at this opportunity
is and was incredibly real]


I felt bad for the kid, signing up to come to America and getting stuck at
this lame camp; ? of time we?d be stuck in sermons, so after feeling
terrible for the poor guy I decided to see if he would accept my
friendship, now I don?t want to brag (because I really can?t) but when it
comes to church stuff I am the most popular guy there, probably because I
am the most corrupt or ?sinful?.

It was the first day and everyone was just arriving before cabin
assignments were given out everyone went to dinner. I walked passed the
table all my friends were eating at, found Timothee, who was eating with
one of the adults, and sat down right across from him; and in my horrible
French I said something that sounded like ?jeu ma?pple Joe.? Which was
meant to be understood as ?My name is Joe,? He understood! a miracle
truly. Timothee laughed and then said in a VERY SEXY accent, ?Hello, my
name is Tim.?

I instantly fell for this guy. Even though I already knew how and why he
was stuck here, I asked him, I couldn?t le our conversation end there. He
explained it to me and smiled (happy he got it out in English I guess) I
could tell he was feeling really smart for communicating everything
effectively. When we finished our dinner the three adults handed list to
?cabin leaders? of who would be in their cabin. I had already been told
that I would be given a cabin most likely alone, it was for people who
showed up with out signing up or if we had over flow people. I ended up
with 3 other guys, Josh and Ryan, and Tim. I was really happy Tim would be
in my group but Josh and Ryan were known for not participating and not
obeying any rules. So to control those two I told them I would not belittle
them and I separated the cabin with the dressers in it (as it was
essentially one big room, and a separate room for the shower and
toilet. This barrier was really helpful, at night before bed, all I had to
do was make sure they were in the room and I would lock the door that went
into their side. While Tim and I shared the other side of the cabin. It?s
hard to explain the entirety of that night, first he took off his shirt,
revealing his very sexy six pack, it wasn?t the kind to knock your socks of
though, it was definitely a six pack, but it didn?t bulge out, it looked
soft, warm, but most of all inviting. Next he slid out of his pants, and
hopped into his bed. We stayed up late talking, which was a little hard to
do, but honestly his English was great. ?So, do you have a girl friend in
France?? I asked, the topic was going to come up whether I asked it or one
of the girls at the camp, I figured why not just ask, ?Yes, I have a girl
friend but also another.? ?Two?!?? I said, half in disbelief but more of
encouragement, it seemed like we were get to a topic that got him ?excited?
he suddenly began to whisper, explaining that one was a relationship and
the other was for sex, and when he turned over in his bed I could see the
slight trace of a bulge in his Tommy Hilf. briefs. ? HOLY HELL? I thought ?
I have t see more of that.?

For the first night? that was as steamy as it got, but my favorite part
came the next morning, nothing like a bit of wood to stir things up.

END CHAPTER 1

Book 1



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