Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 06:47:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 1

Hey everyone. I am so grateful to see you've been enjoying my other
stories. I just wanted to let you guys know that I've already completed
further chapters to this story and (whew!) it gets really, really hot. I
decided to post such a large first chapter so that we can get all of the
pesky character development and plot down first and then get to the good
stuff. I know it's risky having such a long first chapter but chapter 2 and
beyond is nonstop fucking. I hope you give it a chance. It's worth it!

 If you haven't read my other stories, check out `Getting My Moody Son to
Lighten Up', `A Very Convincing Suitemate', `Country Club Prostate
Masseur', and `Big Dick Club'.

Comments are welcomed at jhtravus@yahoo.com

I hope you all have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Stay tuned
for Chapter 2 coming up within a day or two. Enjoy!


			  Horny Exchange Student


	My name is Olujimi. Where I'm from in South Africa it means "gift
from God".  At the English language school I have been attending my friends
call me Ollie. I have been given the utmost honor and opportunity to travel
to the United States for the equivalent of my senior year of high school
and become fully immersed in the culture I have grown to love for so many
years.

	I was lucky enough to have been born into a wealthy family who was
originally from Europe before my mother and father decided to return to
what they felt was their "homeland" in Africa. I was lucky that they were
able to give me a perspective of different types of cultures and different
types of perspectives on life. I was an excellent student and athlete but I
was not confident I would receive the blessing of getting the opportunity
to travel to the United States so when I received my letter of acceptance I
was over the moon with joy.

	I would be staying with the Williams family of Sacramento,
California. They were a white family with a son exactly my age. Other than
that I did not know anything else about them. I was nervous about staying
with a white family. So much of my country's history is tainted with the
dark deeds of white men, but my parents had always instilled in me a love
for my fellow human beings and the fact that I attended an English school
with many white students made me feel less of an outcast around white
people. I find as long as I can get my dick in your ass, you'll grow to
love me. Again. And again. And again.

      I was very excited to start a new life in America. I was extremely
fascinated by the culture. Part of what fascinated me about American
culture was the acceptance of homosexuality. My country had made great
strides when it came to social issues but homosexuality is still not
discussed in my culture. Needless to say that didn't stop me from fucking
both of my roommates daily with my big, black cock during my time at the
academy. What is it you Americans say?  Boys will be boys. I was excited to
explore my sexuality more in America where I would have the freedom to do
so. First thing's first. I love fucking ass. And with all of that tight
American ass coming my way it was going to be hard to resist temptation.

	When I got off the plane in Sacramento I breathed a sigh of
relief. I had made it. But my journey was just beginning. The agency that
handled the exchange program told me that the Williams family would be
waiting outside of the gate to welcome me. There may have been a lot of
white people in this airport but there was certainly no mistaking three
white people smiling at me and waving me over. This was my first glimpse at
the family with whom I would be living for the next year. The father was
quite handsome. The type of modest handsome where he doesn't even know how
handsome he was. He was very tall and I could tell he kept himself fit, but
he wasn't flaunting it the way some of the other guys in this airport
were. He smiled at me genuinely as I shook his hand. He told me to call him
Mike. The wife, Kate, was next. She was a pretty woman and was dressed very
professionally like she had just come from an important meeting. Apparently
she was the breadwinner in the family and Mike worked from home writing
computer software. Their son, Brad was last. Brad seemed like a nice
guy. He was on the football team and was extremely good looking. He shook
my hand with a firm grasp and patted me on the back. After worrying for so
long about what my host family would be like I was so relieved when I met
the Williams family. They were nice enough to welcome me to their home for
a full year. I couldn't be more grateful to them.

	On the way home the four of us went through a day's worth of
conversation in the 1 hour it took to get home from the airport. They were
just as fascinated in me as I was in them. They also treated me to
something I had been curious about ever since I was a child-
McDonald's. When we stopped at the drive-thru window I was overwhelmed with
the options.

	"Here you go, Ollie, anything you like. What looks good to you?"
Mr. Williams said kindly.

	"I'll have a big-mac." Brad said from his seat in the back. He
looked over to me. "It's got three buns, man."

	"Three? Three buns?" I exclaimed incredulously.

	"Three buns." He repeated, laughing.

	"I'll take one big-mac and a #9 with a coffee-" Mr. Williams began.

	"Oh, honey you really shouldn't be having coffee this late. You
know how you are with caffeine. Have a water instead. And do you really
think you should be having fried food? Ask for it grilled." Mrs. Williams
interjected.

	Mr. Williams sighed and said softly, "Never mind on that iced
coffee. And I'll have it grilled."

	Brad rolled his eyes and mouthed, "Get used to it."

	"Ollie, what do you want?" Mr. Williams asked.

	"I can't decide between anything on the first row." I laughed.

	"Well then why not get it all and sample it?" Mr. Williams smiled.

	"Mike, are you crazy!" She exclaimed. "Do you want the poor boy to
die?"

	"It's his first American meal, Kate! He needs the full experience."

	"He's right, mom!" Brad agreed.

	"Mr. Williams, I couldn't possibly-" I began.

	"We'll take a number 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5." Mr. Williams said proudly
into the intercom. "And please call me Mike." He added to me.

	"Thank youÉ Mike." I said, smiling. It was considered
disrespectful to call an adult by their first name in my country. This was
going to take some getting used to.


	Over the next few weeks time seemed to fly by. I was having an
amazing experience in Sacramento. The Williams's house was unreal. It was
three stories and everything was modern. First, three buns on a hamburger
and now 3 stories? I love America! I even had my own room. The Williams
were apparently quite wealthy; though you'd never know it from the way they
treat other people. I got along great with Mike, Kate, and Brad. They
treated me with nothing but kindness and after the first week or two we
started being able to speak freely around each other like we actually were
family. They encouraged Brad and I to speak our minds and challenged us to
think creatively. I had no idea if this was an American thing or just a
Williams thing.

	At school Brad introduced me proudly to all of his friends on the
team as his brother. Brad and I got along great. Not only did we share
common interests, we were both on the football team so our schedules were
completely in sync. My team was very impressed with my skills on the
team. I was lucky to have the opportunity to play American football back in
my country and it was for that reason I won the scholarship for the
exchange program in the first place.

	I was making friends in all of my classes and it seemed all of the
students were interested in learning more about me. I was definitely happy
with my situation.

	Something I was unused to in my country was the authority a woman
could have over her family. Kate was the boss at home. She was always very
kind to me but I could see how she could be overbearing to Mike and
Brad. She was a good mother, but I couldn't help but feel she could be a
little warmer to her husband. Perhaps she was just too busy at work.

	Since Mike worked from home I easily got to know him the best. We
bonded over him showing me how he writes his computer software. He was so
modest in the work he does but I still felt like he was a genius and I told
him so. I kind of got the vibe that he doesn't get the amount of
appreciation he deserves. He didn't say that, but I felt it. The way he
smiled so genuinely when I praised him for his hard work and intelligence
made him light up from the inside out. It kind of made me sad that such a
handsome, intelligent, kind man was so unappreciated.

	I woke up early one Saturday morning and decided to go work out in
the gym they had on the first floor. Like I said, this house was amazing.

	I walked into the gym with nothing but my wind shorts on, ready to
run for at least half an hour before switching to weights. To my surprise
Mr. Williams was already in there using the treadmill.

	"Oh hey Ollie." He smiled at me, turning down the speed. He looked
kind of embarrassed to see me. He was wearing a skin tight t-shirt and I
was surprised to see how fit he looked.

	"Hey Mr. Williams." I greeted him.

	"It's Mike, remember?" He winked.

	"Sorry Mike. It's just hard to get used to." I apologized.

	"Don't sweat it, Ollie. I just want you to feel comfortable around
me. Around us, I mean." He said, stumbling on his sentence.

	"Oh I do, Mike. I am so grateful for your family and everything you
all have done for me. You are the kindest people I have ever met." I said
honestly.

	"Well we're happy you're happy. Listen, I've got about 2 minutes
left on this thing and then it's all yours. I didn't know you'd be up this
early."

	"It's no rush, Mike. Honestly." I had been trying to shake it out
of my head for the past few weeks but it was beginning to become
increasingly more clear to me that I was attracted to Mike Williams. I
couldn't decide if I was more attracted to his mind or to his body. He was
exactly my type. Older with a swimmer's build and tall. Seeing his fit
frame in that tight little t-shirt wasn't helping.

	"So you seem like you're bulking up a little." He said, nodding
toward my athletic frame. "The team sure is lucky to have you."

	"Thanks." I said, blushing. "Brad's got me on this protein powder
he uses and it's really helping me bulk up.

	"Clearly." He said, laughing. "If I'm not careful Brad could pick
me up and throw me out the window if I piss him off hard enough."

	"Well, I'll make sure nothing happens to you, Mike." I assured
him. I was mesmerized watching him. "You know, you look pretty good,
yourself, Mike."

	"Aww, you're just saying that. But I was the nerd kids like you and
Brad used to stuff into broom closets. Still am."

	"No, really. And Brad doesn't pick on anyone. He's a nice guy."

	"Yeah, you're right. Brad is a nice guy. Kate and I are really
lucky."

	"Yeah she isÉ" I said stupidly before I realized what I had
said.

	"You two just need to remember once you're an old man like me the
6-pack starts looking more like a 2 liter." He laughed.

	"Not from where I'm standing." Was I seriously flirting with my
married host-father? "Do you work out every day?"

	"I try to keep active when I can. Otherwise I'd go crazy cooped up
in this big old house staring at a computer screen all day."

	The treadmill beeped and I could hear it start to wind down.

	"There. Now even if I get no work done today I will have officially
at least done something somewhat productive today." He sighed, wiping his
brow and stepping off the machine.

	"Don't be silly, the amount of work you accomplish every day would
drive anyone crazy."

	"Yeah, well tell Kate that." He said, frowning. He paused for a
second, embarrassed. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it." He
stammered.

	"That's okay. I know things can be tough." I assured him.

	"Thanks, Ollie." He said, patting me on the shoulder and heading
toward the door. "Have a good workout."

	"Thanks Mike." I smiled. I couldn't help but notice how great of an
ass he had in those tight little wind shorts as he walked out. And I
suddenly became aware that I had a giant slab of black meat tenting down my
right leg through my equally tight wind shorts. Fuck! How long has that
thing been there? I panicked. You've built such a nice life for yourself
here, Olujimi. Don't fuck it up now. He's a married man, for god's
sake. And he's opened up his home to you. I ran for a solid hour that
morning before realizing how much time had passed. Apparently my first
American boy crush was actually an American man.

	Brad was out of the house for the majority of the day so I decided
to get a head start on my school work. I was a straight A student back in
South Africa and I wanted to stay a straight A student.

	"Knock knock." Mr. Williams said, tapping his knuckle against the
door. I was disappointed to see he was dressed in his usual button down
shirt and long pants. For some reason I seemed to prefer him in as little
as possible like this morning...

	"Hey Mike." I smiled.

	"In what world does a jock football player like you stay inside on
a sunny Saturday like this and do homework?" He laughed.

	"I like it." I said honestly. "I like homework."

	"Oh my god, you're one of us!" He laughed.

	"One of who?"

	"Nerds!" He said, smiling.

	"Yeah, I guess I am."

	"And those guys on the football team haven't sniffed you out yet?"

	"Not yet."

	"Speaking of, is Brad still out?"

	"Yeah, he left before lunch."

	"I guess he's with his girlfriend. It's the one thing in the world
he is secretive about."

	"Yeah, I guess so."

	"Well if you're seriously okay with staying in today I'll leave you
alone." He smiled. "Just wanted to see if you were okay."

	"Thanks Mr. Williams. Sorry, I mean Mike."

	"Don't worry about it. If you want to call me Mr. Williams then
call me Mr. Williams."

	"Really?" I questioned.

	"Yeah, what good is trying to make someone more comfortable by
forcing them to do something they're not comfortable with?"

	"Thanks Mr. Williams." I said, relieved.

	"And besides, I like the way it sounds with your accent." He added,
turning away to leave.

	I smiled to myself and went back to my work.

	Brad came home after dinner and came up to my room to see what I
was doing.

	"What's up, man?" He said, patting my back as he went to take a
seat on the couch.

	"Nothing much. I got a lot of homework done."

	"Seriously? It's Saturday!" He said with a disgusted look on his
face.

	"Yeah, seriously. Some of us actually like learning, you moron." I
teased.

	"Yeah, well the rest of us actually like getting laid." He
countered.

	This kind of thing always made me uneasy. Brad and I really got
along. We were like brothers. I didn't want him to start talking about
girls and make me play along like I was in any way interested in them.

	"Did you have a good time? What's her name?" I asked.

	"Dude, so great." He said, throwing up one of my books and spinning
it on his hand. "I hadn't gotten laid since last weekend so I really needed
to blow a load."

	"Well I'm happy for you." I said truthfully. "Does she go to our
school?"

	He caught the book and set it down, looking at me seriously.

	"Do you really want to know?" He asked intensely.

	"Yeah, why not?" I answered, meeting his stare.

	"Dude, promise me you won't freak out or anything."

	"Brad, what are you talking about? I'm cool, I promise."

	"Okay. I guess you were going to find out sooner or later since
you're on the team and all."

	"YeahÉ?"

	"I wasn't out with a girlfriend." He said, uncomfortably.

	"What do you mean?"

	"You know Jason Foster? The tall guy from the team?"

	"What, are you fucking his girl or something?" I asked, confused.

	"No, man." He said slowly, his eyes darting around. "I'm fucking
Jason FosterÉ"


	"WHAT?" I shouted in utter disbelief. He jumped at my reaction and
tried to calm me down.

	"Dude, calm down, you said you'd be cool."

	"I can't believe what you're saying, man." I said hurriedly. I was
so excited. My jock foster-brother was gay, too?

	"Look, man calm down." He said, slowly. "I'm not gay."

	I froze.

	"What do you mean you're not gay?"

	"I mean I'm not gay. I just like fucking."

	I was so confused. And at that moment I decided not to show my
cards just yet. I couldn't tell Brad I was gay if he would still judge
me. I know how horny teenaged athletes can be. If he said he wasn't gay I
believed him.

	"So you're fucking Jason Foster?" I asked, calming down.

	"Dude, he can deep throat like no one I have ever seen. And he
likes to get fucked." He paused for a second. "Are you sure I can talk to
you about things like this? I mean, if it makes you uncomfortableÉ"

	"I'm just surprised is all." I lied, trying to play it cool.

	"That's okay, man. I'm sure you're not really used to this kind of
thing."

	"YeahÉ" I said, barely keeping a straight face. If only this
pretty white boy knew how many guys I'd bent over in my life timeÉ.

	"I have to admit, it's kind of nice being able to talk to someone
about it." He said. "You're a really cool guy, Ollie."

	"No problem, Brad." I said, trying to play it cool.

	"And hey" he said, getting up from the couch. "If you're ever
itching to fuck you know I can find you some ass."

	"Thanks man. I might consider it." I said, deviously. I knew he
meant he could get me in touch with Jason, but I had other ideas.