Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2020 00:21:51 +0000 From: Robert Thomson Subject: GERMAN EXCHANGE VISIT Robert Thomson writes: Remember that Nifty needs your donations to keep free access to stories. This account includes specific details of masturbation between teenage boys. Anyone likely to be offended by such material should quit this website at once. GERMAN EXCHANGE VISIT At the all-boys Grammar I attended from age 12, when we were 13 we were given the choice of starting on French or German. Along with 9 others, I chose German. Our teacher was a German woman. She was the only female teacher in a school where the others were male, our School Nurse being the only other woman there. She was quite young and very strict with us, spending ages on getting us to say the German letters to her satisfaction and to count up to twenty before we were able to read anything in German, simple stuff always out loud and taking turns round the class. We had all finished our first year of German when the summer hols started, so we were 14 by then. Needless to say, I can't remember any of us who hadn't discovered the delights of masturbation, some with better luck than others. It, wanking or tossing off, was a constant topic of conversation. Tales of big lots of spunk were probably wild exaggerations. For me, some months of trying had finally met with success one day after school when I was having a shower. The overwhelming waves of that amazing feeling was a real surprise, a mixture of something thrilling & slightly scary as my spunk came for the first time ever. There wasn't much of it, but the surges of feeling were so strong with my knees shaking so much that I had to put a hand against the wall of the shower to steady myself until no more came. Some of it was on my fingers, so I licked it off to see what it tasted like. It was sort of bitter and salty. Once I had made sure it was all washed away down the drain, I remember washing my cock carefully, drawing my skin all the way back to do it and how sensitive it felt. Getting dried afterwards, I was definitely pleased with myself. After that I did it again and again, usually in the shower or at other times standing close to the lav with the seat & cover up. When it came, it started to get thicker, like thin milk, and much more of it, really coming squirting out. Why that summer hols were so special was because I'd been given an exchange to Germany. Sophie, a German girl my own age came to stay with the parents of a girl at the Girls School near ours. I was looking forward to going to stay in a village near Munich to meet a boy called Erich Schmidt and to stay with him and his parents for close on a month. Only two thoughts worried me a bit. Would I be able to wank in peace, and the fear of having a wet dream while I was there. If I didn't wank for several days, my balls started to hurt. I'd had two wet dreams already, meaning to get out of bed when they happened but both times falling asleep again only to find my pyjama bottoms sticking to me in the morning and dried spunk in the hair above my cock, having to run for a shower to get them off me and to clean my self up. Both times it happened on a week-night which made it even worse, hurrying to get dressed for school. The night before I was due to get a train on the way to Munich, I had a wank in the shower. Early next day I went for the train, with clear printed instructions about how to catch another train from there to the village where Erich lived. I was carrying only a holdall with nothing more than a change of underwear, a couple of short-sleeved shirts, shorts, washing things, a towel, my swim trunks and a gift for Erich, some sweets. I caught the train wearing trainers and a coloured top, with a pair of cords like we wore at school, my usual Y-fronts on underneath. Once at Munich, I had time to change some money in the station and to have a drink of coffee before my other train left, just about 25 minutes to the little village station. Waiting there were Erich & his mum. She surprised me by giving me a hug. Erich shook my hand. He had curly fair hair & bright blue eyes, dressed the Bavarian way, in quite short soft leather shorts called lederhosen, fastening up across his chest, long thick white stockings and unusual shoes. He insisted on carrying my holdall as we walked to his house, not far. His mum had been a teacher. She spoke some English. Erich's was quite good, better than my German. Their house was of two storeys, with a fenced garden all round it. Right away, Erich took me upstairs to the room where I'd be staying, sharing with him. There were a couple of painted wooden chairs and a wash-hand basin, two bunks. His was the top, mine the bottom. Their bathroom with shower, another basin and lav were on the same level, all very clean. My bunk looked comfortable. I unpacked my bag, putting my things in a small set of drawers. By this time, his mum had food ready. It was very good, same as everything I was given to eat there. His dad came home, still a teacher but not at Erich's school. I kept doing my best not to speak English and to understand their German conversation. It sounded quite a bit different from the way our teacher spoke, so it took me a few days before I could understand more of it. It turned out that Erich was barely three months younger than me. For the next few days, sunny & warm, he showed me all over the village with me trying not to speak English, him often laughing and correcting my efforts, which I was OK with. Coming to an open-air swimming pool, I asked him at once whether he enjoyed swimming. He nodded, so we went back to collect our swim trunks & towels. It didn't cost much to swim. Even before we went to get changed, he pointed to a big sign. It showed a pair of swim shorts with a big red X over them, alongside one showing a pair of very small trunks with a big blue tick on them. When we got changed, his were tiny and luckily mine were the same. Erich might have been a few months younger than me. He certainly had a good amount of fair curly hair above his cock and tight balls showing under it. He didn't wear the Bavarian lederhosen every day. I'd wondered what he wore underneath them. They weren't Y-fronts, more like loose white underpants. I saw them when we were getting changed to swim, under the shorts he had on when we first went there. We had a swim for the best part of an hour. He was a good swimmer. I was surprised to see maybe half a dozen kids in the pool, swimming naked. Erich said in German, "Not above 10 years old allowed OK. No hair below." Another early surprise came on the very first night when it came time for us to go to our beds. Having brushed my teeth & washed face and hands, I was sitting on the side of my bunk getting ready to climb into my PJs. Erich pulled off all his clothes, laying them on one of the chairs, then went over to the basin completely naked to do the same as me. When he'd done, he climbed the 3-step ladder to his top bunk. That gave me a total view up his backside, his balls and cock. Our beds each had a thin summer duvet & mine a couple of pillows. Following his example, I took my PJs off, folding them up under my pillow. I was perfectly comfortable like that as Erich switched off the light, bidding me Good Night in German. Quite tired and nearly asleep, I became aware of a kind of regular creaking above me. Wow! Was he wanking? I let it go on for a few more minutes before I put a hand up, giving some taps on the underside of his bunk where the wooden slats were below his mattress. The creaking stopped. He turned the light back on, leaning over to look at me, like with a question on his face. When I gestured for him to come down, next thing was his naked feet on the ladder, his cock hard, and a moment later, there he was, climbing in beside me. There wasn't much room for the two of us, lying there side by side. My cock had come up really hard. Gingerly, each of us felt for each others cocks and each others balls. Much as I wanted to, I knew we mustn't wank there. Erich obviously felt the same, whispering "Wichsen? Hier nicht!" Both of us wanted to stay where we were. All I can remember is falling asleep with our hands on each others cocks. Both of us woke up at the same time, grinning at each other before climbing out of my bunk, both needing to pee. Even although we'd just met, that night made a big difference, sort of making us close friends. We did the same on some other nights, taking care not to make a noise and never actually wanking. Into my second week at his without doing it for all that time, I was really needing a wank. When I told him, Erich's idea was for us to have a shower together, choosing one early afternoon when his mum had gone to Munich. Leaving our clothes in our room, taking only towels with us, both of us were very hard even before we got under the shower. For a start, both of us examined each other, standing face to face under the water, arms round each other's waists, rubbing our cocks together. After a little, we got down to wanking each other. He did it the same way as I liked to do it for myself, his thumb on top and his other fingers underneath, not gripping tight, just regular strokes working my skin all the way back & all the way forward. We turned the water off, going on doing it for each other. To be honest, I'd never had another boy wank me before that, nor had he. Only after about 10 minutes of that, I knew mine was close on coming and I was right. It came just a moment later, quite a lot of it, hitting the glass door of the shower and running down it in streaks. When Erich's came only a moment after mine, his cock gave several really strong jerks in my hand. His semen came, maybe three or four spurts, with him blowing through his lips. His also hit the door, so there was both our lots all mixed up on it. Holding on to each other to get our breath back, we turned the water back on again, taking the head off the shower to take the mess off the door, then washing our cocks, drying off, and getting some clothes on. I felt a lot better after that wank. Both of us were thirsty. Erich found us fresh fruit juice downstairs in the fridge. He had mentioned his older brother Peter. He was an apprentice motor mechanic, staying somewhere else in the village along with two other apprentices. The three of them had all been at school together. One afternoon he took me to see his brother at the workshop. When we got there, he was in a pit under a car, coming up out of it when Erich called his name. He looked just like a taller & stronger version of Erich, fair hair cut very short, old enough to be shaving, seemed about 17, showing fair hair in his armpits. All Peter had on was a pair of jeans cut off to just short of his knees and heavy unlaced boots, wiping his hands on his jeans before shaking mine. He had thick curly fair hair all the way down his legs. If he had anything on underneath the jeans, it didn't keep the outline of his cock from showing down one leg. He spoke some English, but Erich made him stick to German while we spent a few minutes chatting. Another day, Erich took me to have a look round the centre of Munich. We went to a great museum of technology and another all to do with Hunting, eating some sausages with sweet mustard, and ice cream, better than anything I ever tasted. In the train on the way back to the village, I got round to asking Erich how he discovered how to wank. Was it like me, just hearing how to do it and trying until it worked? He shook his head, "Mein Bruder!" He wouldn't say any more. Only when we were again both naked in my bunk that same night, I asked him whether his brother had done it, like showing him how to do it. Putting a finger to his lips, he whispered "Nein, Robert, "Er hat für mich getan! "meaning his brother had done it for him. Amazed to hear this, I managed to ask "an welchem Ort?"[Where?] He pointed down to the bunk we were both in. It had been Peter's, before he left school, and his brother had wanked him there, just the once, making his semen come for his first time, carefully wiping it off him afterwards. I dared to ask him if he'd ever wanked his brother. He shook his head. If his brother had asked him to do it, what about that? With an arm round my shoulder, looking straight at me, he said "Natȕrlich!" [Of course!]. I didn't have a brother, wishing that I'd had one like his. In my remaining days there, the two of us had one more good wank together in the shower and went swimming twice more. I was sorry when it was time for me to go home. Back at school once the hols were over, our teacher said my German had improved, but didn't like how I said Ocht instead of Acht. I lost no time in telling the other boys in the class about other new words I'd learned, like Wichsen [wanking], Blasen [cock-sucking], Schwanz [cock], Eier [balls], Abspritzen [when the spunk comes spurting out]. Erich exchanged several postcards with me after staying with him. We got on fine with each other. I hoped he might come to stay with us, but it never happened. I didn't forget him in a hurry. (End)