Date: Mon, 06 Apr 2009 20:10:05 +0000 (GMT)
From: musicmaster@optonline.net
Subject: A Month Abroad (first installment) (highschool category)

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			      A Month Abroad


      The engine of the bus shuttered as I stood out side waiting to
board. My mother ran her fingers through my at that time short dark brown
hair. She kissed me on the cheek and told me I'd have a great time but that
I can't forget to call. Mike one of our guides cupped his hands into a
makeshift megaphone and yelled ALL ABOARD! I waved goodbye to my family and
climbed on the bus with 39 other kids on our way to the airport. My name is
Matt and I'm a member of a group called the Culture to Culture Student
Ambassador Program.  It's an organization that takes teens from America and
brings them to other countries so they can "bridge cultural and political
borders through education and exchange, making the world a better place for
future generations." To me it was just an amazing vacation without my
parents, always a plus for a 15 year old kid.

	We pulled into the Newark airport after our 45 minute drive and
grabbed our bags. Standing on line to check my baggage I couldn't help
staring at the boy in front of me. His name was Harry something or other,
he had an average build medium length shaggy brown hair and a smile that
makes you smile in return. He was pretty cute, but definitely straight. I
was interrupted from my thoughts when the teller called me up. My bag
weighed too much so I had to pay an extra fee, but hey a boy needs to look
good.

	Harry's reaction when the female inspector patted him down
confirmed that he was straight. He got really nervous and as he walked away
I saw a considerable tent in his pants. I was considerably disappointed.
The counselors shuffled the group around until we reached our gate, Flight
211 to Georgia, and no Georgia wasn't our big destination.  We had two
connection flights one in Georgia and one at LAX. From LAX we would get on
the plane and set off for our first of three destinations, Fiji. As we
waited to board the plane I decided to get to know some of the other kids I
was taking this trip with.

	I shuffled from group to group checking out what everyone was
doing. I made small talk with everyone, met a few nice people but none of
them really interested me. I walked away from a group of guys watching
YouTube on an iPhone and I saw this guy around my age playing cards by
himself. I decided to see if he played poker, poker is my game.

	"Hey I'm Matt, whatcha playing?" I said

He looked up and laughed and said "solitaire, what else?"

I laughed and said "good point."

	I asked him what is name was and if he played poker. He said his
name was also Matt and than he smiled and said "pull up a chair". As we
were playing I had this feeling more and more that I knew him somehow. His
face was really familiar. I asked a lot of questions to try to figure out
where I know him from but I couldn't figure it out. He was gorgeous and had
a killer body from what I could see but there was nothing about him that
would stand out from any other beautiful Abercrombie kid at the mall, I
figured that's where I knew him, saw him at the mall or something.  He had
short curly brown hair, olive colored skin, and bright white teeth that
made for a great smile. He was exactly my type.

	Surprisingly he whooped my ass in poker. He won 45 dollars, but I
was glad to have been beat by such a worthy opponent. As we talked he told
me that he didn't know anyone here and I looked at him and said

	"I know man I'm in the same boat as you, all these kids know at
least one or two people here and I don't know anyone... until now." I
smiled and he smiled back. God I loved that smile.

	Our flight was called and we all boarded the plane. I was ecstatic
to find out that they the assigned me and Matt to sit next to each
other. We sat in our seats and I started to talk like before but all of a
sudden he got this strange look across his face. I figured he was sick of
me or something. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he had a small
fear of flying.

	 "It'll be fine man, don't worry about it." I said trying to
console him "We have in total eight flights this month I guarantee by the
end of this trip you'll be over your fear of flying." He nodded agreeing
with me but I knew he was still afraid. The plane took off and his fear was
written all over his face. I grabbed his hand and held it and he looked at
me and I could tell it helped some. The plane leveled off and he let out a
breath. I let go of his hand and he blushed.

	"Its cool dude, I know what its like to be freaked out like that,
it always helps to have some friendly support to help you get through."  I
said. He thanked me and quickly changed the subject.

	"So you got a girlfriend?" he asked.
      "Nah, girls are too much work, all the `I need this and I need that',
too much work. I've got my own needs, if you know what I mean." I said with
a devilish smirk on my face. He laughed and nodded in agreement.

	 "I know exactly what you mean man. Women are such a hassle."
      At this point I couldn't tell if he was gay straight or bi. There was
nothing about him that screamed homo but there was still something about
him that made me curious.  Maybe it was just wishful thinking but I wasn't
so sure about him.

	We talked on through out the entire Georgia flight and had a repeat
as we landed of him being a nervous wreck. I didn't mind though, I got to
hold his hand. There was a 3 hour layover before we could get on your
flight to LAX. Matt and I bought some bullshit souvenirs from the Georgia
airport and decided to just walk around. We ended up on the complete
opposite side of the airport and we realized our plane was leaving in 15
minutes. We rushed back to our gate and one of our counselors Karen gave us
a disapproving look for wondering off so far.

	We took our seats and this time when the plane took off he grabbed
my hand, which I thought was a good sign that he was becoming more
comfortable with me. I turned to him and said" this is going to be a six
our flight so if you want to take a nap be my guest." He said he was fine
for now but he quickly changed his mind and fell asleep on my shoulder. I
loved the smell of his hair. I laughed because we used the same shampoo,
I'd know that smell anywhere, Paul Mitchell lemon sage shampoo. Yum.

	I have this weird issue where I can't fall asleep in public
areas. I've never fallen asleep at school, on a bus or on a plane. I blame
it on my height as I'm 6"5' and I say everything's to small for me to get
comfortable but I know its just because I get really nervous about my
appearance and I'm worried I'd look stupid when I sleep. I happily listened
to my iPod for the first 4 or so hours of the flight, until Matt woke
up. He asked me what I was listening to and I told him that it was this guy
named Horace silver but that he'd probably never heard of him before. He
looked at me with a stunned reaction.

	 "Are you kidding me I LOVE jazz! I've never met a kid our age who
likes jazz, this is so cool."  We chatted furiously about our musical
tastes for the remainder of the flight. We had really similar tastes in
music, except he liked some pop while I hated pop and I liked some metal
and he didn't. We were so engrossed in our conversation he didn't even
notice that the flight had landed. I got this big smile on my face and
congratulated him for getting passed his fear. He beamed.

	Unfortunately there was no layover in LAX and we had to board our
flight to Fiji right way which left us with no time to stretch our
legs. This flight would be the longest; it was a sixteen hour
flight. Although I love to fly I hate airplanes. As I said I'm six foot
five and airplanes are cramped to begin with. We sat down and this plane
was much better than any of the planes I had been on. There were
televisions installed in the headrests and the TVs had games and movies and
music. It was really cool considering my iPod had only half a battery left.

	A couple minutes later the guy who was sitting in front of me, who
looked like a college freshman decided to get comfortable and put his seat
back. My legs were already cramped and he crushed them completely and I
politely asked him to raise his seat. He laughed and told me to fuck
off. I'm a pacifist and I figured it would be easy to just accept he was an
asshole than to fight about it. Matt on the other hand had other ideas. He
stepped over me and pulled the lever on the man's chair and pushed on the
chair with all his might sending the man flying forward. He whispered
something in the man's ear and before I knew it the man turned and
apologized to me. I was shocked. I looked at Matt and he just shrugged his
shoulders and said

	"Hey that's what friends are for." I thanked him and I didn't have
any trouble from that guy again.

	 For a good 5 hours we talked about everything from philosophy to
whether or not chunky peanut butter was better than smooth. Although the
conversation was enthralling he eventually became tired and decided to fall
asleep. He was snoring on my shoulder when he transitioned over to lying
against the window. I caught a glimpse of his face and it hit me. I
remembered where I knew that face and my pants instantly got tight. I had
to be sure so I pulled out my iPod and scrolled through my videos. I had
had sex before but it's been a while and a boy gets lonely so I had a lot
of porn on my iPod. I found this website that had all amateur submissions
and I figured out a trick to download the videos without paying a
membership fee. I finally found the video I was looking for and I looked
around to make sure no one was looking over my shoulder. I pressed play and
within ten seconds my head was spinning. I've jerked off countless times to
this video and here the star is sitting right next to me. I was sure it was
him. It looked exactly like him and he is even wearing the same shirt in
the video that he has on right now. In the video he does some things that
no straight guy would do so I knew he was gay. I was so excited that he was
gay that I completely forgot I was playing gay porn in the middle of an
airplane. I was reminded that I was being a little careless when a male
stewardess walked up to me whispered that I should be a little more
careful, winked and than walked off.

	 I calmed myself down, turned off my iPod and I had to think. It
was 3 am eastern time and I figured I should try to sleep, even though I
knew I wouldn't. I had my eyes closed and I felt Matt stand up and walk
away towards the bathroom. This was my big chance and I knew it. I stood up
knocking into the seat in front of me. I went to apologize but I remembered
who was in the seat and didn't feel the need to say sorry. I walked slowly
towards the bathrooms, my heart pounding. I stood outside the doors to the
bathrooms unsure of which one he entered. A minute later he opened the door
to the bathroom on the far left. I put up my finger signaling to be quiet
and I shoved him back into the stall. He began to ask him what I was doing
but I kissed him before he got the change to ask. I knew I should do this,
I didn't doubt my decision once. I really liked him and I felt a connection
between us.

	At first he didn't kiss back, he just stood there, but when I
wrapped my arms around him and put some extra passion into the kiss, he
kissed back. We made out furiously for what seemed like hours but I'm sure
was just a few minutes. I disconnected from the kiss and looked into his
eyes. He began to unbutton my shirt. I knew there wasn't enough room in
that stall for any serious sex but any contact with Matt would be beyond
satisfying. I tugged down his khaki shorts and I looked at him in his plaid
boxers and I swear i've never been more turned on. I fished his dick out of
his boxers and I instantly understood love at first sight. It was a
gorgeous dick not huge but it was the perfect shape, and a big bulbous
head. He had gotten bigger since the video and that only made it more
beautiful. He was a good 6 and a half inches, cut, and his pubes were
neatly trimmed. I realized I'd been staring for a while and I decided to
get to work. I tried to kneel down to blow him but it was just too small of
a space and I was just too tall of a guy. I straightened up and kissed him
while slowly stroking his dick. While I did that he set my own 7 inch cock
free. We kissed with a fury I'd never had before. It was rough but gentle
at the same time. Our strokes were synchronized and I knew I wouldn't last
long.  He started to hump me hand and as he did I flickered my tongue
inside of his mouth. That sent him over the edge and he started cuming all
over my hand. I pulled way from the kiss and the look on his face was of
pure ecstasy. He started jerking me faster as he came down from his sex
high. I only lasted another minute or so. We cleaned up and I kissed him
one last time before we had to return to our seats. As we walked out of the
bathroom the same male stewardess from before walked past and high fived
me. I laughed and we walked towards our seat. We covered ourselves in
blankets and held hands under the blanket. With his head laying against my
chest I slowly drifted off to sleep feeling more comfortable than I ever
have.


Hey Guys let me know what you think and if I should continue the story.  If
so there's another month of adventure ahead of the two Matts. Email me at
Musicmaster@optonline.net