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I was 17. School had been out for some time and I had been travelling with friends. Four of us Island hopping round Greece. All hoping to score with some tanned temptress but none of us getting anywhere near it. I was a seventeen year old virgin. Worse, I?d never been kissed. In fact I?d never really got past awkward conversation with girls. God I?d fancied a few. I?d rubbed myself raw on a few nights thinking about girls I?d seen but never had the courage to make a move. Greece was going to be my summer of love and virginity loss. It wasn?t. It wasn?t just girls. I?d had the odd crush on friends. Often wondered what it would be like to hold a cock. Wondered if a blowjob from a guy would be as good. Wondered what it would be like to feel a cock in my arse. But Island hopping had offered no real life experience of sex, male or female. I was, to all intents and purposes, a wanker. When I got home, rucksack full of smelly clothes, I was picked up from the station by my Mum. During the summer she regularly rented out our spare room to language students - mostly teenagers over for a two or three week course in conversational English. They were housed with families who could make a few pounds giving them a spare bed and a meal. ?We?ve got a student exchange boy staying with us so I?ve put you in the spare room.? Terrific. Thrown out of my bed for some geeky European kid. His name was Johann. He was Swedish.. He was staying for three weeks. I?d better get used to the spare room. We hit it off instantly. He was about my height, about my build, with classic Swedish blond hair. I have to say my first impression was that I fancied him. My next thought was did he have blond pubic hair? That night I lay awake, playing with myself as usual but I couldn?t get his face out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to fantasise he would appear. I found myself wondering about his cock. Was it big? What would it feel like in my hand? I usually avoided students staying at our house. They were never normally my age and they were always invading my space, taking up the bathroom. But Johann and I just clicked. His English was fluent on account isvecbahis (https://isvecbahis.life/) of having a South African mother and Swedish father. We would chat in the evenings while my Mother made dinner. We were both into computers and music. I?d go into his (my) room and play him records. It was very comfortable. My room (now his) had a double bed and sink in it so my mother felt the guest should have the en suite luxury. The spare room was a box room with a single. We grew more friendly. After his English school classes we would meet up and head to the beach. Once there we?d spend the afternoon checking out the girls and laughing about our inability to do more than lust from afar. Sometimes when we were changing into shorts behind towels I would look over and try to catch a glimpse of his bum. It was firm and...well it was I suppose a little bit sexy and at night my dreams went from feeling his cock in my hand to the touch of it elsewhere. In my mouth. Or even in my hole. When we got home we?d just play more records. Sometimes we?d wrestle like all boys did. A couple of times I felt myself getting excited. We were wrestling like that one evening, about 3 days before he was due to leave when I was sure I felt a hardness in his crotch as we played around. For a while we stayed motionless. He cock was pushed into my thigh. It was semi-hard. I wanted to push into it. To see if it would...I don?t know, but something was stirring in me and obviously in him. We caught a look in each other?s eyes and for a moment I wanted to kiss him. We were both breathing quite heavily. His stiffening cock was pushing against my thigh. I was getting hard. Wow. ?Dinner's ready,? came the voice of my mother. The moment passed. Two days before his last night my Mother came home in a state. There was a double booking of students. A girl from Germany was due the night before Johann was due to leave. It was a mistake by the company that booked the family stays. She said she?d sort it out. The following morning Johann came into my room completely uninvited. I was barely awake. I had a morning glory and was stroking myself. In my half sleep I?d pulled my boxer shorts over my isveçbahis giriş (https://isvecbahis.life/) arse so I could play with my cock. Then suddenly I became aware of Johann sitting on my bed. He was looking at me. He was in his underpants and a t-shirt. ?Morning,? he said. ?What shall we do for my last two days?? I was quite surprised at the thought that came onto my head. My cock got harder. I could see the outline of his cock in his pants. It wasn?t limp, but it wasn?t hard but it was big enough to push against the material of his boxers. It looked so gorgeous. I wanted to touch him through his pants. I wanted to hold his cock in my hand. ?Breakfast is ready boys,? shouted my Mother from downstairs. Saved by the bell, as it were. Suddenly Johann ripped back the duvet cover revealing my boxers half way down my thighs with my hard cock in my hand. I froze. He looked at me, studying my hard cock in my hand. ?Nice cock,? he said. But then he was up and leaving the room. Down at breakfast Mother was in a pensive mood. ?I?ve spoken to the company and they have no other accommodation available...Look, I know it?s an imposition on you both, but if I put a mattress in Johann?s room (Three weeks ago it was my room) could you both just muck in for this one night?? The mere thought of me and Johann in the same room for a night was too much. My mind was racing. Then suddenly Johann spoke up. ?Mrs. Simpson, that?s no problem for me. I tell you what. Don?t worry about mattresses and extra bedding. It?s just one night. We?ll just make do in the double. We can go top to tail. I do it all the time with my brother. If that?s alright with you Frank?? Alright? My cock was bursting out of my dressing gown. Alright? What the fuck was I supposed to say? I didn?t need to. Mother stepped in. ?Oh Johann, that is so kind. Thank you. I know it?s not ideal but it would so help me out of a spot. Thank you.? So that was it then. The day passed uneventfully. Johann was at school in the morning. I made myself busy. In the afternoon we went to the beach as usual. I was sure he let me see his arse as he changed. He seemed very curious to see the bulge in my pants as I changed. isveçbahis yeni giriş (https://isvecbahis.life/) In the evening we went to the pub. We had a few beers. My mind was racing. I wanted to go home. And go to bed. Why? Why? Because I wanted to go home and hold Johann?s cock in my hand. I wanted to feel it hard and solid. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted him to kiss me, to kiss my cock. It was time to go home. We left the pub and headed home. When we got there the house was quiet. Obviously my Mum and the other student had gone to bed. It wasn?t late but I had one thing on my mind. The problem was ? did Johann? Had I mistaken the signs? ?I?m going to bed,? he suddenly said. ?Coming?? he enquired as if it was the most natural thing in the world. We climbed the stairs with me behind him. My eyes fixed on his bum. Once in my room he was casual as anything. He unzipped his jeans, pulled them off, lifted his top off and climbed into the bed in his boxer shorts. As he slipped between the sheets I could see the outline of his cock and I felt a stirring in my pants. ?I normally sleep naked but as we?re sharing I?ll be modest. Come on,? he said. ?It?ll get cold.? I wasn?t sure what would get cold but in a minute I too was climbing between the sheets in my underpants. I just lay next to him saying nothing, wondering if anything would happen. How to initiate it? Lying in the bed I could feel my heart beating loudly. A hard on was pushing against my pants, begging to get out. Johann was lying on his front next to me on my back. He coughed and moved a little, nothing major but enough that I could feel his leg resting lightly against mine. I moved as well, a natural slight repositioning that pushed my leg against his. I lay still for ages. Was he touching me? I was sure I could feel his hand near my shorts. His fingers maybe? Just lightly touching the outside of my shorts on my thigh. Dare I? I moved my hands ever so slightly until they rested lightly against the cotton material that covered his beautiful pert bum. I was sure his fingers definitely started to caress my thigh. God I was so hard and I couldn?t control my breathing. I started to apply pressure with my fingers. Soon I was circling around his bum cheek, very gently. He was caressing up and down my thigh. Getting firmer and firmer. We were definitely touching each other now. I nonchalantly moved my head so it was facing him.