Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2000 13:19:56 +0100 From: Daniel Feuchard Subject: moi-et-frederic This story is actually true, which means nobody in it has a fifteen inch cock or similar. All the normal guidelines about age restrictions apply. I don't think anyone ever pays attention to them- I didn't anyway. But no under 18's or whatever, no flames would be nice, but those I do receive will be laughed at and then deleted. L'echange scolaire. In March my school took part in an exchange with a French school. The Lycee Ste. Marie was very nice, and the town it was situated in (Cholet, in what used to be Anjou and is now Maine-et-Loire) was also very nice. Unremarkable, but nice. Since I am half-French, I speak the language fluently and unlike most of my friends had no trouble communicating avec les correspondants. My exchange partner was called Frederic. He was ten days older than me (I'm sixteen) and quite cute, although facially he was unremarkable he had a gorgeous body. We went swimming together one evening and I got a stiffy almost immediately. He's tall and broad, with light brown hair and a nicely toned physique- not Mr Muscle, just with a bit of definition- and his skin was tanned and almost hairless. Since I'm short, dark-haired, with shoulders like an ox and copious body hair, we looked completely different. And in his swimming trunks there was definately a package! Apart from that, my sojourn in the Loire Valley was uneventful, except when I woke up in the middle of the night once and saw Fredoche wanking off. I said nothing and didn't move, just enjoyed the sight. At the end of April, the French party came to England. I was sharing my room with Frederic, which I had been looking forward to since I returned to England: Frederic's lush body had been fuelling my wanking fantasies ever since. During the day the French did all their touristy things, like going to London, Stratford-upon-Avon, Bath and so on, and since I was on half-term holidays I spent most of the time in town with mates or at home playing with the computer or myself. The day after they went to London, I stayed at home. As I was playing on the computer, I caught a whiff of something. It smelt musky, like spunk, and the more I sniffed, the more I was sure. It couldn't have been my own, because all the sheets had been cleaned before Frederic got here, and I hadn't had a wank in bed since. I sniffed the sheets on Frederic's bed: nothing. Then my eyes fell on his dirty laundry bag. I opened it and I was sure that's where the smell was coming from. I rummaged and found something damp. I drew it out. It was a pair of white and blue striped briefs, stained yellow by sweat around the legs. The crotch was sticky. I licked it, it was spunk. Frederic had obviously had a wank early that morning and instead of cleaning it up, he had just come in his pants. The though of Frederic wanking himself off made me horn up immediately. I undid my jeans, got out my own cock, breathed in the sweaty, spunky smell, and jerked off. That night my best friend and I took our exchange partners out for a drink in town. It was a lot of fun, and me and Frederic got completely shitfaced. When we got back, we found we had the house to ourselves, as mum was staying in Kent with friends for a couple of days while I stayed at home to look after Frederic. I got out a bottle of tequila that I had hidden from my mother and we sat, drank and played truth or dare. Oh, yes, the game which can lead to so many things- all of them dirty! We both chose truth for most of them, as we were too lazy to do the dares. The questions started (relatively) clean and innocent: "would you eat shit for a million francs?" (answer: yes), "what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?" (I'm not telling you), that sort of thing. Then we dared each other to take off our shirts. With only the table lamp on, Frederic's skin glowed like burnished copper, it was beautiful. After that, the truths became more sex related, and he asked me most of them: "Have you ever kissed a girl?" (yes, often, but mainly just as friends), "Have you ever seen a girl naked?" (again, yes) and then "have you ever had sex with a girl?" (yes, and I don't want to again!). Then I asked him: "Have you ever kissed a girl?" he smiled bashfully and shook his head. "Non, malhereusement," he replied. I acted all incredulous at that. I then lied and said I'd kissed hundreds of girls, I was a world master. He looked interested at that, he wanted details. I started to describe some lurid stuff, and then I tutted and said "It's easier if I show you." "What, you want to kiss me Dan?" "Ouais, to show you what it's like. Girls do it all the time, so why shouldn't we? You do want to know how to kiss someone, don't you?" I asked. He shrugged and looked away. I edged closer to him and put one arm around him. "Close your eyes," I told him. I put my other arm around him and then, our lips met. It was electric, sending tingles all down my spine and it seemed like an eternity in a second. How long had I been waiting to do that? I drew away, reluctantly. Frederic was immobile; his eyes closed and mouth still slightly parted. "Did you like that?" I asked. He nodded slowly but surely. "Do you want to again?" I asked, hoping against hope. He nodded firmly and I drew him to me, so our naked chests touched. We kissed slowly and I let my hands roam up and down his body, over his gorgeous backside. His fingers lightly brushed the hair in the small of my back; oh, it was good, like an orgasm but less trouble to clean up. I felt something move in his jeans against my leg, he was getting a horn. I stroked his arse and slipped my hands down inside the waistband, and caressed his underwear. I brought one hand and loosed my clothing, letting my trousers fall and Frederic immediately grabbed my bum. I squeezed his stiff cock through his jeans and then undid them. We stopped kissing and feasted our eyes on each others bodies. He was a picture, a god. His skin glowed softly from the lamp on the table and his eyes sparkled. His firm stomach was trembling slightly, but his dark brown nipples stood straight up. His legs were firm and smooth, pure, hard muscle. His underpants were white cotton briefs, with a huge tent in them. He smiled softly, uncertainly, at me. I leant forward and licked his nipple. I wanted to suck this boy's cock. I told him to lie back. I licked his big toe and ran my tongue from his foot all the way up the inside of his leg to the crotch. I sniffed, and smelt his sweat and piss. I licked the shaft of his cock through the material of his pants and he shivered. Gently, I pulled his pants off. His balls here large and heavy, with some sparse hair on them. His cock was hard and straight, his foreskin covering half of the head. It was about seven or eight inches long, and thick. I licked one of his balls, and took it in my mouth, sucking gently. Then the other. Then both. He was moaning and dripping precum. I licked it up and softly licked his tip, which made him shiver and moan. I pulled back his foreskin, took his head in my mouth and sucked, licking the tip and wanking him into my mouth. He moaned again, "Je vais venir, mec, aie ouais, c'est bien.". He began to twitch, and I quickly took his length in my mouth. He came quickly. He laid back, panting slightly and staring into space, a big smile on his face. I swallowed his cum and moved up his body to kiss him. "What do you want to do now?" he said, rubbing my cock gently through my boxers. Then he yawned. I really wanted to fuck him, but I could wait for another night to do that. He got out my cock and wanked me off, until I came all over his chest. He scooped some up with his finger, and put it in his mouth. "Come on, let's go to bed," I said. Before tonight, I had been sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bad, but tonight I got into bed beside Frederic. He put one arm around me and cuddled up to me. "Bonne nuit," I said as I turned off the lamp.