Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2021 11:22:08 +0000 From: Robert Thomson Subject: GERMAN EXCHANGE VISIT --- Part 2 As before, this story includes how a close friendship quickly developed between a boy & his Bavarian host. Anyone likely to be offended by such content should quit this site at once. Don't forget to make a donation to Nifty, thus ensuring continued free access to it stories. GERMAN EXCHANGE VISIT Part 2 Is not human memory an amazing faculty? Many years had elapsed since my time in Bavaria with Erich. He'd so quickly became a close friend in every sense that develops between teenage boys, I can't explain how or why certain events of that stay so suddenly sprang to mind. The two of us paid many visits to an outdoor swimming-pool in that hot summer. On one of these occasions, when we arrived there, two of Erich's classmates were already in the pool. On spotting him, both of them swam to the side, climbing out of the water. He introduced me, explaining who I was. Both of them shook my hand, telling me their names. One was Werner, the other Hans. Getting changed fast we joined them in the pool, larking about, climbing on each other's shoulders to wrestle and just swimming, seeing who could swim underwater for longest. Hans & Werner were thinking about leaving and Erich suggested that the two of us should also go off to do something else. That's how all four of us ended up going to get a quick shower, dry off and get dressed at the same time. The boy called Werner was blond & fair-skinned, much like Erich was, but Hans was very brown. When he peeled off his swimmers, I saw right away how he had a strip of really pale skin round his middle where his tiny trunks had been. Watching him drying himself close to where I was doing the same, I saw that he had no skin on his cock, circumcised, which I knew from seeing Erich naked and asking him about it, that most German boys still had their foreskins, same as almost all my own classmates had. After getting dressed, Hans & Werner again shook our hands outside the pool and went off somewhere. Both of us thirsty after swimming, I went with Erich to a nearby shaded place for ice-cream. Sitting there, that's when I asked him why Hans was so brown and why he was circumcised. He explained that Hans's father was Turkish, his mother German, and he thought that all Turkish boys had their skin off when they were very young. More than that, when Hans had joined their class, he wasn't so brown. All he needed to do was to spend some time out in the sun for him to turn as brown as he was then. I had forgotten that, remembering only my surprise on seeing some little boys swimming naked in the pool, and Erich telling me how it was OK for them "not above 10 years of age and with no hair down there." The other matter that suddenly sprang to mind was about me & Erich. On my arrival by a local train from Munich, he had met me with his mother. He was wearing Bavarian lederhosen, quite short leather shorts that fastened across his chest, long white stockings & unusual shoes. When he took me up to his room with the two bunk beds were were going to share, he got out of them right away, explaining to me that he wore lederhosen only on special occasions. What he had on underneath were loose white pants with three buttons on the front, something like boxers, but much looser. What he put on under the shorts he wore most of the time were exactly the same style. Just before I was about to leave for home, with him having got into my bunk with me near enough every night after my first, just as a joke, I gave him a new pair of my blue Y-fronts and he gave me a pair of his loose white underpants. Of course it was a secret between the two of us. I hope his mother never asked him why he was missing a pair of his. Once home, in warm weather I used to wear the pants he'd given me to sleep in, nothing else on. All was well until I had a seriously messy wet dream, something that had only happened to me once before when I was about 12. At school, we'd all got hold of the idea that regular wanking would stop us from having wet dreams. It certainly worked for me, so that wet dream came as a shock, my semen having got a lot thicker and more of it than when I was 12. Anyway, when I had that wet dream, I had on the pants Erich had given me. As soon as I could, I washed them out in cold water & a load of washing powder, letting them dry, then trying again. It was no good.. They were hopelessly stained. I had to wrap them up in a plastic bag, dumping them in a waste-bin on my way to school. (End)