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CHAPTER ONE

"Excuse me, sir. We're touching down in a few minutes, so please return to
your seat once you are done."

The stewardess looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and resumed waashing
my hands. The stewardess was rather nice to me on this extremely long plane
trip. I was born in Australia, and had always wanted to go to America. Don't
ask me why, but I have always detested, well not detested, but I have never
really enjoyed living in Australia. I had felt that the United States of
America had been calling out to me. I loved everything, well nearly
everything, about the country. Fifty states, the money, the sights, the
sounds, even the National Anthem. What's funny is that I only know the
beginning of it. But it's much better than the poxy one Australia has. I
shuddered thinking about it. I finished washing my hands and went back to my
seat. For the first time ever, I got to sit in first class. Probably because
I'd never travelled overseas before, but still I didn't want to spoil the
feel of it. Suddenly the pilot's voice came over the speaker.

"Good morning passengers, this is your pilot here, but you can just call me
Jim."

Everybody laughed at that comment. The pilot was also nice and had actually
let me into the cockpit to have a birds-eye view.

"We will be landing in approximately two minutes. Please buckle up your
seatbelts and enjoy the descent. Once again, thank you for flying with
America West Airlines. We hope you had a pleasant trip."

The plane started descending towards the beautiful green earth. We
encountered a bit of turbulance, but it wasn't as bad as I was making it out
to be.

"Aah, crap, I'm gonna die." I whimpered.
"I take it you don't fly much." the lady next to me said.
"No, I don't. I hardly fly around the states in Austraaaaaaalia...
nonetheless overseas." I gasped.
"Don't worry. All that's happening is that the air is pushing against the
plane. So we're getting rocked about a bit." the woman said.
"Oh, ok." I said, calming down.

I was feeling better. I may be 18, but I'm terrified of heights. But I let
my fear go when I felt a feeling of nervousness. I was actually going to be
living in America. What's worse, is that I don't even have my driver's
licence. I am kinda at ease, because I was told be a police officer/sherrif
that because of the laws in America, I wasn't allowed to buy tobacco (which
I really only did for my mum), alcohol, or even gamble, until I was 21. But
he told me to tell the shopowner of the situation. He also told me that if I
had any hassles because of my age, just to get the shopowner to call
"Sherrif Lloyd Howard" and he would settle things over the phone. The plane
descended and after about a minute, it came to a complete stop.

CHAPTER TWO

I exited the plane nervously and walked over to the baggage collector. I
waited for my luggage, and once I spotted it, I grabbed it. I walked outside
the airport and looked around.

"So, this is Omaha?" I asked aloud.
"Yep that is right, sonny." Sherrif Howard said, walking beside me.
"So what're ya gonna do?" he asked me.

I looked up at him. He was really tall and he kinda scared me. But I knew
that he was only looking out for my best interests.

"I guess I'll call a cab, and stay at a 'Motel Six'." (I still don't know
why they call it that!)

The sherrif put his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, why don't ya come stay at my place? I've got an extra room, and I even
got a son about your age. How old are ya son?"
"Eighteen." I replied.
"Well, my son is about 18. He's taller than you though. Nearly 6 foot he is.
So how about it? Ya don't hafta if ya don't wanna."

I looked up at Sherrif Howard and nodded acceptance. He helped me carry my
luggage over to his car.

"WHOA!" I yelled.
"What is it son?" asked Sherrif Howard, jumping at my yell.

I pointed to his police car.

"Our cop cars are different in Australia. They're white and blue, but they
still have the lights on top." I remarked.
"Forget the car, and enjoy the ride, son." the sherrif said.
"Sure thing Sherrif." I replied.
"Do me a favor son. Just call me Lloyd."
"Sure thing, Lloyd."

We got in the car, Lloyd started up the engine and I put my seatbelt on.
Lloyd put his on a few seconds later. Then, we sped off.

CHAPTER THREE

The trip to Lloyd's place was only about an hour. I was silent the whole
time. I wanted to get to know his son. I've been gay since I was 13, but I
was able to hold myself back from making a total fool of myself in front of
guys. I was really hoping that I could become friends with Lloyd's son. It
would be my first actual friend in America. Lloyd must've read my mind or
something, because he looked at me and said...

"You're really anxious to meet my son, aren't ya?"

I nodded and looked out the window. I noticed that the view was really
beautiful. Soon, we got to Lloyd's house. Lloyd turned off the engine and we
got out of the car. Lloyd then opened the trunk, and I grabbed my luggage. I
noticed a second pair of hands grabbing one of my bags. I looked up and
saw... him! That couldn't be Lloyd's son could it? He smiled at me and my
mind just went blank. The mystery guy helped me bring my luggage inside.
Lloyd walked inside and closed the door. Then he started the intros...

"Michael, this is Joey. He comes from Australia and now he's decided to live
in America. And Joey, this is Michael, my son."

I couldn't speak. Then Michael offered his hand to shake and I took it, but
secretly, I was just looking for an excuse to touch him. He is 5'11" tall,
and I'm only about 5'7" tall. He had lovely brown hair and emerald green
eyes. He was a good build too. I didn't really understand, but I had
immediately developed a crush on him. I wanted him all to myself. I wanted
to hold him, and never let him go. He looked so angelic.

"Hey, I was wondering..." Michael started.
"Wha-what?" I asked.

Michael looked into my hazel-green eyes, making me just wanna lunge at him
and make love to him right at that moment.

"If you have nowhere to actually live, I'd like you to live here. I'm kinda
bored y'know?" Michael said softly.

My eyes glinted and a grin spread across my face.

"Sure, if your dad's okay with it." I replied.
"Why do you reckon he brought you here? You need somewhere to live silly."
Michael laughed.

Michael helped me move my luggage upstairs, into his room, where there was
kind of a divider in there. We started to unpack my things, all the while, I
was getting more and more horny with every second I was with him. My head
was spinning.

CHAPTER FOUR

I was in a daze. Michael and I were going to be bunking together. Lloyd
called up to us.

"I hafta go out for a couple of days. You two should be fine, right?" he
called up.
"Yeah, Dad! We'll be fine!" Michael called down.

With that, Lloyd walked out the door, got in his car and drove off, leaving
Michael and I alone in the house. We finished unpacking and Michael showed
me around the house. It was pretty cool compared to the houses I've lived
in. Michael then took me back into his room and offered to put on a DVD. I
had a look and chose Hollywood Homicide. (Josh Hartnett is sooooo hot!)
Michael took the case from me and put the DVD inside the DVD Player. Turning
on the TV, we took off our shoes and socks, sat down on his bed, and started
watching the movie. It was so quiet in the room, besides the ambient noise
from the DVD. When it got upto the part where the character Harrison Ford
portrays says to the character Josh Hartnett portrays "You're gay. I can
handle that," Michael and I simultaneously looked at each other. About five
minutes after that, I turned to look at him to say something, when he leaned
forward and kissed me. This was not your average 'little kid kissing mommy
goodbye' kiss. It was a full on passionate kiss (or pash as us Aussies like
to call it). My mind was racing, so fast that my thoughts were a blur.

"Is that all ya got?" I asked cheekily.
"I still have a lot more in me." he replied with a devilish grin.

This time I kissed him back. My dreams were coming true. We were actually at
the beginning of the make-out ceremony. The kiss lasted for quite a long
time. I remembered that the longest kiss lasted 29 hours. I wondered if
together, we could break the world record. Finally we broke the kiss. I was
shaking with pleasure, and I could still taste Michael's tongue in my mouth,
even though it was no longer there. I gazed deeply into his emerald green
eyes, caressed his face and put my arms around him.

"I love you Michael." I said softly.
"And I you Joey." Michael replied as soflty as I.

I guess Michael loved me HEAPS, because he lifted up my shirt, removed it
from my body, and started kissing me around the neck and chest. So, to
return the favor, I did the same. Then, he removed my shorts, leaving only
my boxers to hide my VERY erect penis. I followed along by removing his
shorts, but I din't stop there. I also removed his boxers, exposing his very
hard rod. I could clearly see that I made him horny, so I went down on his
cock like a kid does with a lollipop. Mark moaned and started to breathe
heavily. He had been waiting for this the moment I had stepped through the
door. I was waiting to make some moves with him. I was surprised when he
took my boxers off and shoved me into his warm, moist, mouth. But my
surprise did not make it unwelcome. We face fucked each other for quite a
while, before Michael started to twitch.

"Oh... J-Joey... I'm cumming..."

I ignored his warning. I wanted him inside me, so I just kept sucking until
he blew his jizz down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could. The service
I provided Michael had an effect on me also. I blew my load into his throat.
He swallowed most of it. Finally, we unhinged from each other's sex organs.
We moved in and kissed each other, keeping our jizz in each other's mouths
so we could exchange gifts. We fell asleep in each other's arms, still naked
and kinda sticky, but we just ignored it.

CHAPER FIVE

For two days, we kept at it. We tried it every way possible. Oral sex, anal
sex, mutual masturbation, pearl-necklacing (tit-fucking). Hell, we even
rubbed our dicks together until we came. And when we came, we came HARD. We
were caught when Lloyd came home. (We'd been having sex and cuz we were
loud, we didn't hear him come home.) Anyway, he came into the room just
after Michael and I had cleaned each other up. He found us lying naked
together, holding each other close.

"What's this?" he said loudly, stirring us from our peaceful state.
"Ohhh... Dad... I-I'm..." Michael stuttered.

Michael and I were starting to get quite embarrassed, but Lloyd only came
over to us and said these words:

"I don't care that you two feel for each other. And I'm fine with what you
were just doing. I just have one rule. Be careful."
"We will Lloyd. We will." I assured him.

With that Lloyd left the room and Michael and I got dressed and went out.

The next day, school started, and I decided to go enrol at Michael's school.
I didn't care what anyone thought. I was put in the same form as Michael,
and we were in most of the same classes. We were inseperable. At first,
people thought it was funny that an Australian would want to move to
America, but I just laughed with them.

"What made you wanna move here?" someone asked.
"I was bored in Australia. So I moved here. But cuz I was gonna live in a
Motel Six (there's those two words again), Michael's dad offered to let me
board with them." I replied.

Michael walked over to us, and I ran into his arms. Some people found it
quite weird. But most people found it sweet. When it came to home time, we
walked together, hand-in-hand.