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This is my first attempt at a story for nifty, please don't be harsh. Feedback to davidsa@hotmail.com
THE EXCHANGE STUDENT
Chapter 1 - The Arrival
The day had finally arrived. My parents had volunteered to host an exchange student from Germany and we were heading to the airport to meet him. We had only had some faxed info on him including a pretty grainy photo. But he was 17 and looked like he was dark blonde and I was excited at the thought of him sharing my room.
My name is Alex and at the time I was in my second last year of secondary school. I had just had my 17th birthday and school was going to resume the next week.
We got to the airport, parked the car and headed for the international arrival lounge. His plane was due to land in 15 minutes. I had butterflies in my stomach and all I could think about was what Kris would look like and whether he would like me. I was pacing back and forth in front of the observation windows and my dad came up and asked why I seemed so restless. I sure couldn't tell him how I was feeling! I went off to the restroom and found an empty cubicle. I locked the door and stood there trying to picture what Kris might look like. As my thoughts wandered I could feel my cock swelling with anticipation and I started rubbing my bulging fly as I though about Kris. I heard the door of the cubicle beside me slam shut and I quickly woke from my dream. I unzipped my chinos and adjusted my self so that my excitement wouldn't be obvious when I went back outside.
So back out to the arrival lounge and there is the Lufthansa plane pulled up at the aerobridge. The doors open and out comes a stewardess and then a stream of passengers. Lots of suited businessmen and then some families with kids and a old man in a wheelchair. Then a teenage boy with dark blonde hair and the cutest face I had ever seen. He walked through the door and looked around as if he was lost. My dad called out Kris and the boy turned towards us and smiled. My heart did about fifty extra beats when I saw his gorgeous smile and shining teeth. The fantasies that I had been having in the rest room looked like they might actually come true. Lucky my calvin klein briefs were tight!
I didn't want to appear to eager so I followed my mum and dad over to where Kris had stopped and put down his cabin bag. Dad reached out his hand and Kris shook it and then mum went up to him and gave him a hug and said welcome. Then it was my turn I held out my hand and Kris smiled and took hold of my hand - my skin tingled and all I could do was look into his eyes.
They were blue and seemed to sparkle as he spoke to me, "Hi Alex." He spoke in english with just a hint of an accent. "I'm really looking forward to living with you and your family." I almost blurted out "Not as much as I'm looking forward to it!"
I picked up Kris's bag and we walked off towards the luggage carousels. Mum and Dad headed off in front and Kris and I followed up. As we walked along Kris put his hand on my shoulder and said he was really looking forward to having a brother his own age for a while. He had an older sister and a younger brother at home in Germany. Oh the hand on the shoulder was almost burning through my skin and I stuttered that I was really looking forward to having a brother for a year. We got to the luggage carousels, grabbed a trolley and loaded on his suitcase. He reached down to pick up his cabin bag at the same time as me and our fingers touched at the handle. "You shouldn't be carrying this for me.", he said with a glowing smile. I felt like I would like to wrestle him there and then for the privilige. He turned and headed off after my mum and dad who were pushing the trolley towards the exit. I followed after him watching every move his body made as he walked along carrying the cabin bag. He was about the same height as me 5'11" and he had broad shoulders and narrow waist and the cutest bum showing in his tight levis.
It took us about ten minutes to walk to our car in the airport car park and while we walked along Kris asked me all sorts of questions about Australia and my home-town, Brisbane. One remark he made, really got me going - he said that while he was with us he wanted to see and experience everything.
Of course with my mind working the way it was I didn't think he meant kangaroos, koalas and an aussie barbeque!
We loaded his luggage into the boot and then Kris slipped into the back seat beside me for the journey home. He talked with mum and dad about his home and parents and all the time he had this glowing smile on his face. I just wanted to sit there and look at him but I was worried that he might see me staring so I made a point of pointing out landmarks as we drove along.
Finally the journey was over and I felt like I had been in a sauna even though it was the middle of winter. Dad pulled into our driveway and I just about launched myself out of the car.
We live in a two bedroom townhouse and as they opened the door mum and dad apologised to Kris that he would have to share a bedroom with me. He said that would be fine as in his parent's apartment in Germany he had to share with his younger brother. Once again he turned towards me and gave me the biggest smile yet! My legs felt like jelly and I didn't know how I was going to get up the stairs to our bedroom. I let Kris go first with his suitcase and once again was able to take in the wonderful sight of his muscular legs, shoulders and that bum as he struggled up the stairs right in front of me.
Chapter 2 - Settling In We reached the top of the stairs and my mum yelled out for me to see that Kris settled in before we came down for lunch. The all way at the top of the stairs was not real wide and I had to push past Kris and his luggage to show into our room. As I did, I felt my body tingle as I touched up against him and I breathed in the aroma of his body. He had been on the plane for nearly 24 hours and even though he obviouosly used some sort of spray to try and freshen up before arriving he had a distinctly teen boy smell about him. Boy were my CK's working overtime holding in my excitement. I was hoping that wasn't a wet patch starting to appear on the front of my chinos.
I opened the bedroom door and did a dramatic show of welcoming Kris to his new home. I pointed to the single bed on the far side of the room and told him that I hoped he would be comfortable in it. I felt a bit bad as my bed was a giant single. I showed him which drawers and cupboard had been set aside for him and then showed him through to the bathroom, which opened off my bedroom. As soon as we were in the bathroom he let out a sigh and said hope you don't mind but I've been desperate to take a leak for an hour now and before I knew what was happening he was standing at the toilet unzipping his jeans. I tried to look everywhere else but couldn't stop my eyes from wandering back to watch him as pushed forward over the toilet bowl and shook his penis. I couldn't see in front of him but my mind was having a great time imagining. "Ah that's better."' He said as turned towards me whilst still holding his cock. He folded it back into his briefs and buttoned up his fly as if he was alone in the bathroom. I was beginning to wonder how I would survive the first 24 hours with my new room-mate.
I headed back into the bedroom and Kris followed close behind. I asked him if he was up to unpacking before lunch and he said sure. I hoisted his suitcase up onto his bed and he undid the locks and then the zip. He started to empty the contents onto the bed and aksed me if I could put things away in the drawers for him. I took some shirts and pants and hung them in his end of the wardrobe then returned to his bed to find a pile of lycra briefs and trunks waiting to be put away. I couldn't believe it - another guy who did not like wearing boxers and he was sharing my room. This was too good to be true. I took my time putting his underwear away enjoying feeling the material and thinking about what it had been touching at some other time.
Soon all was away and then he dropped his case on the floor and emptied his cabin bag onto the bed. I could see a camera and his travel documents, a shower bag, t shirt and a pair of white briefs.
He asked if he would have time for a shower before lunch. "Sure.", I said.
So he picked up the shower bag and asked me to throw him some clean underwear from the drawer and then asked me where he could find a towel. I told him the green one in the bathroom was his and so he headed off to the bathroom and pulled the door closed as he went in. I heard the shower start and just stood there picturing his body under the hot water. Then my eyes focused on the white briefs on his bed. They must have been ones he changed out of on the plane. I almost tripped myself up getting to his bed and reached down and picked them up. I brought them up to my face and could smell his hot teen aroma. I spread them out in my hands and looked at the shape of the pouch. Boy had something been stretching this material! There was a stain on the front of the briefs and when I looked inside there were about four dark blonde pubic hairs caught in the stretch fabric. I buried my nose in the front of the briefs and then picked out the pubic hairs. Even if I didn't get any closer to Kris, this prize was going to help fuel my fantasies for a quite a while. I put the briefs back down on his bed and wrapped the pubic hairs in a tissue and put it carefully in the drawer beside my bed.
Just as the drawer slid shut, the door from the bathroom opened and out came Kris wearing nothing but his clean briefs. His body was smooth and I thought he looked as good as the Dutch swimmer, Pieter van den Hoogenband (One of my major wanking fantasies). His hair was tousled and wet and there was that smile again. He walked past me and I could smell his deodorant. I just wanted to touch him and see if this was really happening. He headed to the wardrobe and grabbed a pair of chinos like mine. As he did they fell off the hanger and he bent over to retrieve them - wow what a view of his butt!
Mum's voice sounded from the kitchen and I came back to reality. I was beginning to think that this was going to be an enjoyable 12 months.