Date: Sat, 03 Jul 1999 19:22:41 PDT
From: Adam Hunter <cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Home Stay

I know nobody cares about these little tag things at the top, but I'm gonna
write one anyway, just 'cuz that's what everybody seems to do before their
stories.  This story contains sex between two consenting minors (boys -
cute ones - of course), so if you don't like that kind of thing, then don't
read this.  But frankly, if you don't like stories about gay sex I don't
know what you're doing here. These events are fictitious (*damn!*). And,
finally, if you're not 18 (or whatever age you're supposed to be in your
country/state/etc.) you shouldn't be reading this.  But I know that's not
gonna stop you, so whip those dicks out and enjoy.

			      "The Home Stay"
			      By Adam Hunter

	Damn...what a day I'd had.  We'd already had our home shows, but
this was the first time we'd actually performed on tour. I thought I'd done
a fairly good job.  My solos weren't too plentiful, but I thought that I'd
done a decent job on them. I get the impression that it's a fairly common
thing for church youth choirs to go on tour on the summer.  Well, our
church was no exception.  Our youth choir...a quite sizeable one, at
that...had just set off the day before, and we'd done our first performance
that night.  And I was totally wiped out.
	After all the day's events and rigors, my hair was disshelved. It
was dark brown, and normally I wore it slicked forwards with my bangs,
which I'd bleached, spiked. But my hair was a mess, any signs that I'd ever
gelled it were nonexistent. My eyes are brown, like my hair. They've almost
got a little bit of orange and green in them. I'm tall, I've got a pretty
good tan, and I like to think I'm pretty good looking. That's probably all
thanks to my Italian side.
	After being forced to take down the all the lighting (well...I was
forced as in I volunteered), I was finally permitted to leave.  I retired
to the house that the roommate whom I was to spend the trip with, Josh, and
I were assigned to in that particular city.  I knew Josh, obviously from
church...but also from school. We went to the same school, and although we
never hung out together, we'd always say hi to each other in the halls.
Josh, like me, was 16 and quite a hotty. I arrived around ten-thirty, and I
found Josh sitting in the living room of our host family's house,
uncomfortably chatting with them.  I have to admit, I found the prospect of
staying in a house with complete strangers just *slightly* daunting, being
that I'm pretty shy.
	The family with which we were assigned to stay for that short
sojourn was the typical all-American family.  Upper middle-class, a nicely
dressed man and women, their daughter, who was our age, and a 9 year old
bratty boy.  Not to mention their Golden Retriever, Max.  Normally, I like
girls (not in THAT way, though).  Lots of my friends are girls. But I
didn't take a liking to this particular one.  She had long blond hair in a
ponytail, large, bouncing breasts, and she was talking Josh's ear off.
Seeming slightly intimidated by this motor-mouthed blond, he spent most of
the conversation smiling and nodding.  He looked pretty cute sitting there,
looking so helpless.  He had short blond hair...kind of a straw-like
color. It was short...buzzed, actually, but I could tell that it had been
long enough since a haircut, since his hair was at that 'fuzzy' stage.  His
eyes were a cool shade of blue...kinda turquoise.  His skin was pretty
pale, and it looked as if it had been a couple days since his last shave.
At that point, he looked distressed and uncomfortable, although he appeared
to be trying as hard as he could to cover it up.
	I made my entrance, said 'hi,' and then yawned - making a big show
out of it.
	"C'mon, man," I tugged on his sleeve. "I'm really tired. Let's get
to bed."
	"Good idea," he nodded.  We politely said goodnight to the family
and apologized for turning in so early...and then we rushed up the stairs.
Once we were safely out of earshot, Josh smiled, "Thanks for savin' my ass,
Adam.  I thought I was gonna die in there."
	"No problem," I shrugged. "Besides, I don't think I could have
lasted long in there, myself."
	We pushed the door to the guestroom open, in which we found two
twin beds and the luggage we'd tossed haphazardly in earlier that day.  I
locked the door behind us, and we both leapt onto our own respective beds
and lay down...both letting out long, relieved sighs.
	"What a day," Josh groaned, getting comfortable on his bed.
	"You're tellin' me..." I said. "And, hell, you don't even have an
actual part in the show.  You just sing in the choir. I've got a solo...
I've got lines..."
	"You made the choice to audition," he shrugged.
	"Yeah...and damn glad I did, too," I said, self-righteously.
	"So stop complainin'," he said.
	"I'll complain if I fuckin' well want to," I replied. Then, added,
"'Sides. You complained first."
	He turned over and raised an eyebrow in my direction.  "What's your
point?"
	"'Dunno," I shrugged. Then, once again, I yawned. "Damn, I wasn't
kiddin' back there when I said I was tired. You wanna turn in?"
	"Suits me," he shrugged, sat up, and began untying his shoes. Now,
from past trips our youth group has taken, I know that Josh isn't
particularly bashful, and doesn't hesitate to strip down to his boxers in
front of a large group (coed, none the less). I knew I was in for a treat,
and my dick seemed to be aware of that as well. I could feel it stirring.
The beginnings of a boner.
	After Josh's shoes and socks were off, he stood up and stripped off
his shirt. Wow. I'd seen him topless before, but I never ceased to be
turned on. His skin was a rich color...not particularly pale, but not
particularly tan, either. He's definitely not scrawny...he's got muscle,
but not all that much of it and not all that well defined. Just enough to
make me want to like my lips, make my heart beat speed up, and to make my
boner leap up, dripping pre-cum. His pecs looked pillowy, yet undefined. I
would have given anything to gently lay my head on them...or better yet,
lick them...lick them and his nipples. They looked luscious...they were
round, and they were a warm, fleshy color. Just as I was, he was pretty
hairy for a 16-year-old. Between his two pecs was a small patch of downy
blond hair that glistened in the pale lamplight. A trail also ran down from
his navel, disappearing below the horizon of his boxers, which peeked up
above the waist of his shorts. As he'd lifted his arms up to peel his shirt
off his head, he'd revealed a generous patch of blond hair in each pit...
only more of a turn on. To top it off, due to the heat, he was covered in a
thin layer of glistening sweat. His body was beautiful...completely,
totally beautiful...not to mention hot. Hot enough to make my dick feel
like it was about to burst.
	Trying my hardest not to stare at Josh's hot, HOT, teen body, I
peeled my own shirt off of my head. In terms of body, we're fairly
similar. I'm a little taller, a little lankier, and a little tanner.
(Actually...much tanner. My Italian side...'nuff said.) I, too, had hair
between my pecks, but it was much darker than his...almost black. It was
all soft, downy, and short, yet quite visible, none the less.
	The removal of the shirts must have taken a total of five seconds.
Next...the removal of the pants. Being his usual, unabashed self, Josh
didn't nonchalantly unclipped his belt buckled, undid his snap, dropped his
khaki cargo shorts, and stepped out of them. Now, this hotty was standing
before my in nothing but his plaid red boxers. I'd seen him like that
before...but each time, I became increasingly more turned on. His legs were
muscled, but not all THAT muscled. They were covered with the same sandy
hair. HOT.
	I too, more bashfully, removed my long denim JNCO shorts. My legs
were longer than his, slightly thinner, and dusted with dark hair. I
quickly lay down atop my covers in a position so that my hard dick lay flat
atop my skin, hopefully not noticeable.
	Yawning, Josh threw back the sheets on his bed and made like he was
about to climb in...when suddenly, as if changing his mind, he looked up at
me and asked, "Hey, Adam...it's hella hot tonight. Would you mind if I..."
he trailed off, losing his confidence for a moment, and then picked up in
his regular, soft, deep voice, "...if I slept in the nude? I mean...we're
both guys..."
	Leaping for joy internally, I responded with a shrug.  "Whatever.
Like you said, we're both guys. Guess I might as well, too. It IS hot."
	And without further adieu, Josh dropped his boxers. I'd seen Josh's
dick once before. Years ago, we'd been standing at adjacent urinals, doing
our thing, and I'd stolen a glance at his, then, prepubescent boy cock. But
he'd hit puberty since then...and I mean he had HIT puberty. That cock was
HUGE. It was cut, and it must have been almost, if not five inches long
soft. It was cut, its top capped with a soft, round, light pink head. And
it was thick. I longed to feel it. To smell it. To taste it. It rested upon
a sack of large, low hanging balls (which hung lower than his dick). Above
it was a patch of thick, curly and coarse pubes...the same sandy blond as
the hair on his head. My mouth was watering, as was my dick (in a manner of
speaking).
	Josh stood there, making no effort to hide his dick, and yawned. A
big yawn. He closed his eyes, clasped his arms above his head (revealing
the hair in his pits), and slowly thrust his waist forward as he leaned
back, pushing his dick out in my direction. Did he know what he was doing
to me?!
	Realizing that it would be best to strip while his eyes were closed
if I didn't want my raging hard-on to be seen, I ripped my own blue boxers
off, and made a leap for my bed. My uncut dick was rock hard, and stuck out
about eight inches from my body. I was praying he wouldn't see me, but it
was too late. Josh's eyes were open.
	"Well, somebody sure looks happy," he grinned wryly.
	I flushed. "I...er...uh...that is...I, y'know...I kinda haven't
jacked off in a few days," I sputtered out. Seeing that Josh had already
seen my dick, I made no effort to hide it, and stood there with it jutting
out, perpendicular to my body.
	"Me neither," Josh shrugged as he lay down on his bed.
	"You wanna?" I could not believe that those words came out of my
mouth. My face flushed yet more, if that was possible.
	"Sure, why the fuck not?"
	That shocked me even more...but at least it didn't result in my
face turning even redder. If anything, it resulted in my dick becoming even
harder (if that was possible).
	"Are you serious?" I gawked.
	"Why not?" he shrugged. "I said it earlier...we're both guys. I
know I'm horny...and I KNOW you're horny," he gestured toward my hard, huge
member. I noticed his dick beginning to stir, as he lay there, beginning to
enlarge, slightly.
	"Okay," I couldn't help but grin. "Let's do it." I'd jacked off in
the company of a friend once before at a sleepover, a byproduct of a game
of truth or dare. But to be honest, I wasn't particularly turned on by him,
thus, it wasn't the greatest, most sexual of experiences. Josh, on the
other hand, immensely turned me on.
	Josh's dick was now totally hard, and at least as long as my dick,
if not longer. He stretched out, put a hand behind his head, grinned in my
direction, and grabbed a hold of his raging boner. Slowly and rhythmically,
he began to stroke, as did I. God, I was turned on. It was like a dream
come true...I could barely believe it was happening. First night of tour,
and I was lying across from Josh, jacking off as he did the same. I
couldn't take my eyes off of his dick. He would occasionally lift his hand
up to his mouth, spit on it for lube, and then return to jacking it. The
spit made it glisten slightly in the light. God, I was turned on.
	I eventually tore my eyes off his dick, afraid he'd realize I was
looking, and I looked up to his face. To my surprise, Josh's eyes were
glued to MY dick. Slowly, he must have realized I was staring at his face,
because he looked up, met my gaze, and we both broke out into immense
grins. We suddenly realized the thoughts that were going through the
other's mind. I rolled over onto my side, grinning the whole time, so I was
facing Josh. He did the same. Our gazes remained locked, broken only
occasionally as one of us would take a longing gaze at the other's dick.
	Finally...I couldn't stand it. I needed more. Surprising Josh as
much as I surprised myself, I stood up, marched over to Josh's bed, and sat
down on it, straddling his legs. With a mischievous grin on my face, I
leaned over, grabbed Josh's rod in my hand, and began to jack him. I was
filled with waves of excitement and pleasure, for I had never touched a
dick other than my own. It felt great. In terms of size and girth, it was
actually quite similar to my own...but it was a completely different
sensation. Hotter. I rubbed it up and down, closing my eyes and losing
myself in the ecstasy of pleasuring another boy. For a time, I dwelled on
his dick head, rubbing it. Feeling its moistness. I leaned in and took a
whiff. A deep, potent, intoxicating scent filled my nose...and I loved
it. My hand was wet with Josh's pre-cum. He softly moaned as I worked his
hardened member. Finally...I needed more.
	I leaned over, and lay down atop Josh's body. My face was directly
above his. He opened his eyes, smiled knowingly and lovingly up at
me. Then, I lowered my head, and kissed him. I'd kissed girls before, and
been somewhat grossed out. But as I kissed Josh, I realized I'd never felt
a better, sexier, more wonderful sensation in my entire life. Our lips
locked, and our tongues wrestled with each other, and at the same time
gently licked each other, as they did to the rest of our mouths. I closed
my eyes, and let the sheer emotion and feeling overwhelm my body.
	After a time, I don't know how long, I felt Josh slowly begin to
move his hips beneath me. Our dicks were touching, lying beside each other
between us, as were our respective thick brushes of pubes, and our large,
loose balls. He began to slowly gyrate his hips, and I followed suit. We
began to dry hump each other as we continued to passionately kiss. The
pre-cum that gushed from our cocks lubricated us and moistened our coarse
pubes as we rubbed out dicks together. I could not imagine a more
pleasurable sensation. Without breaking our liplock, I moaned and groaned
softly, as did he. I had been grabbing his the soft, moist flesh of his
shoulders, and I moved my hands down to cup his pecs as we rubbed dicks
amorously. I could feel the soft, downy hair beneath my hands, moistened by
our mutual sweat, and below, his soft, smooth, skin.
	I finally broke our kiss, and dove down on his chest, continuing to
rub my dick rigorously against his. He threw his head back in pleasure as
his right nipple was engulfed by my mouth. Ravenously, I sucked and licked
his luscious skin. I couldn't get enough. I licked it and suckled at it
until I was so hot I couldn't take it any longer. Lifting my head up in
pleasure, I let out a muffled moan as my dick erupted. Shot after shot of
warm, gooey jism erupted between our writhing teen bodies. I locked glances
with Josh as my explosive orgasm continued. He smiled at me as I coated his
dick, balls, pubes and stomach with rivulets of gooey sperm. Finally...my
orgasm ended...but his had yet to begin. Exhausted, I let my head fall onto
Josh's chest. It slowly moved up and down beneath me. After a matter of
seconds, I rose again.
	"Now..." I said. "To see about you."
	He grinned. "Take it away."
	I rotated my body so my head was right next to his raging hard
dick, as was his head to mine, which was still hard. I took a minute to
gaze at Josh's dick. It was beautiful. I'd never seen a dick, besides mine,
up close before. It was still hard as a rock, and it stretched upwards,
almost touching his belly button. His whole crotch was bathed in my cum,
and thus, smelled of a strong, potent, delicious scent. It glistened in the
light. I took a moment and began to lick his bushy blond pubes, licking the
juices out of them. I then took some of the hair into my mouth, and began
to wring the cum out with my tongue. It was delicious, and his pubes were
tickling my chin.
	Finally, it was time to move on to bigger and better things. MUCH
bigger, in fact. His dick wasn't even an inch from my face. I could make
out every last detail of it. The veins that ran up the shaft, the two or
three light freckles which dotted it, and the few, wispy hairs that ran up
the very beginning of the shaft in the back. Then, I saw the head of his
dick. It was swollen, glistening and moist. It was beautiful. It was hella
inviting. Finally, for the first time, I took dick into my mouth. His
lusciously thick cock filled up my mouth, and I could taste the salty taste
of my own juices on it. I could barely take more than half of it in my
mouth...but it was pure heaven. After just sucking on it for a few
minutes...savoring it, I began to slowly work my head up and down Josh's
shaft.
	And then...I felt him take my dick into his mouth, and began to
sixty-nine me. Oh, God...I'd thought all the other sensations I'd felt that
night were great...well...they'd been NOTHING. Nothing compared to the
feeling of a warm, contracting, sucking, wet mouth engulfing the hot and
hard shaft of my dick. I was writhing in ecstasy...but I still took time to
give Josh the best damn blowjob I could possibly give. I ran my tongue up
and down the shaft, and occasionally, I'd take time to give some extra,
special attention to the head. I'd lick around its rim, run my tongue up
and down it's moist slop, and just lick my way around it.
	I wanted the whole experience to last forever, but unfortunately,
it couldn't. I could feel the head of Josh's dick begin to swell in my
mouth, and I could feel a familiar tingling in my own dick. And
then...Josh's dick erupted. Spurt after spurt after endless spurt gushes
out of his throbbing dick as I began to empty my own load, again, into his
mouth. It was warm, and stick, and gooey, and delicious, and I tried to
swallow it all, but to no avail. It began to trickle out of my mouth on
both sides, and drip down onto my chest. It smelled and tasted so good. I
could have drunken cupfuls of it. Finally, thought...it was over.
	Our dicks were empty...we were exhausted. We collapsed into each
others' arms. We both sighed contentedly, and gazed into each others
eyes. I ran a finger through Josh's short, fuzzy hair.
	"That was AWESOME," he sighed.
	"I know whatcha mean," I replied, and gave him a quick kiss on the
lips.
	"So...you wanna...like...go out with me?" I asked tentatively.
	"I'd say that what we just did there was a ringing declaration of
'Hell yeah!'," he grinned.
	Returning his grin, I asked, "Same time tomorrow night?"
	"You bet," he grinned.
	And we fell asleep like that, in each others' arms...just as we
would for all other nights on that trip. It was pure heaven.

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Well...that's it. My first attempt at an erotic story. Well...not my FIRST
attempt...just the first one that I actually decided to send in. Hope ya
liked it. If you have comments/criticisms/stuff to say/any other kinda
stuff like that, I'd love it if you'd drop me a line at
cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com.  But please...only good quality stuff. That'll be
very well received, and I promise to e-mail you back. But no
solicitations/etc., 'kay? Thanks, and buh-bye fer now.