Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2004 06:44:17 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Michelle No, this story is not about a girl named Michelle; it's about a boy named Michelle. A French boy. We were first introduced to him towards the end of the school year in 8th grade in home room. The poor kid. He was standing in front of the class and when the teacher introduced him and said his name was Michelle, the class mostly laughed at him. His very light skin turned red and he was totally embarrassed. I was embarrassed for him and was sure glad it wasn't me up there. She mad him tell us a little about himself. Even though he was speaking English, he was very hard to understand. The only thing I got out of it was his family had just moved here from France. After homeroom I went to my next class, English. Poor Michelle had to go through the same embarrassing introduction again. Second period was Social Studies and Michelle was in my class again. And once again he got embarrassed. I agree Michelle is a pretty funny name for a boy; but he didn't pick it or anything. He is stuck with whatever his parents named him. Well, they probably didn't think that in America Michelle was a girl's name. And it didn't help him that he had very fine blond hair, a high voice and a skinny body. I mean if ever there was a kid who looked like a sissy, it would have to be him. He was also in my keyboarding class and got humiliated once again by introducing himself in his meek, high, funny accented voice. I don't know where he was during lunch; probably hiding out somewhere. That's what I would have done. I saw Michelle get embarrassed in the afternoon also. I guess he had my same exact schedule. PE was the worst. By then most of the kids had already heard him introduced in at least one class. When he came into the locker room, Steven, who was one of the tough kids, told him this locker room was for boys not girls and tried to tell him to leave. Lucky for Michelle, coach was there. But it got worse. Now as you know everybody in 8th grade wears boxers. But not Michelle. He didn't even wear whitey tighties, which might have only gotten him a little teasing. He wore these small, bikini type red underwear. The teasing was getting so bad, I almost jumped in and told everybody to stop. But I didn't. I was too chicken. But by the end of the day, after having Michelle in all my classes and seeing what he had to go through, I sure felt sorry for him. I was a little late in leaving school as I had to clean out my locker to find some papers I needed. Michelle was outside, sitting on the grass, waiting for his mom I guess. Not too many people were around, so I decided to go over. "Hi Michelle." He looks at me. "You know you have the exact same schedule as me. You were in all my classes." He is still looking at me. "I'm sorry everybody was teasing you. They are mostly OK kids." He still doesn't say anything. I feel stupid. "Well, I just wanted to say hi." I start to walk away. "Thank you." He says something I don't understand. "What?" He repeats it slower. "I said Thank you, what is your name?" "Evan." "Hi Evan." Ok now we both feel stupid standing there looking at each other. He is exactly my height, but I'm a normal sized and he is skinny. "So you're from France?" Jeeze, I know it was stupid. I heard him introduce himself like six times today. "We." "We?" "I mean yes, I'm from France." A mini van pulls up and honks. "Bye Evan," he says as he runs to the van. It's full of other kids, and his mom, I guess. The next day at school, is not as bad as the first day. But PE was still bad. He wore blue bikini underwear which lead to more teasing about was he really a boy and stuff like that. I mean it was obvious he was a boy; he had a bulge that was obvious to see if you looked. But I think the guys just liked to tease him. I waited with him after school and we talked a little. I had to ask him to repeat almost everything because it was hard to understand him. This went on for a few days. Friday, he said his mom was taking them all to the water park on Saturday, and he asked if I wanted to go. I love the water park and since I was his only friend, I felt I should go. We traded phone numbers and hooked up our moms to make all the arrangements. Saturday morning, they came to pick me up. By they I mean his whole family, except his dad. He had a big sister, probably in high school. A brother in 7th and two brothers, twins in 1st or 2nd grade. He told me all their names, but I couldn't understand them. I think they were talking in French because I couldn't understand any of them in the car. After getting in, we headed to the locker rooms. I was already in my board shorts, but they obviously had to change. His sister and mom were about to take the little guys in the girls room, but they protested and demand to go in the boys changing room with me Michelle and his brother. I'm a guessing this based upon what happened, not because I could understand them. Anyway, Michelle asks me to help get one of the twins undressed. So as he unties one boy's shoes, I do the others. We pull off their shoes and socks, then pull their shirts off. I feel stupid and make my kid undo his own pants. He is wearing small bikini underwear. I look over and the other twin is already naked. And I get the shock of my life. His dick has no head on it. When mine pulls off his underwear, I see the same thing. I try not to stare, but its weird to see a dick with no head on it. Well I didn't get to see Jock, that's the 7th grader, to see if he had a dick head or not, but I sure saw Michelle. He's a boy all right, but his dick is also missing a head. You can't see too good, because it's blond, but he has a good amount of hair. Another weird thing is they wear speedos instead of normal bathing suits. So they wear bikini underwear AND bikini bathing suits. Well maybe that's normal in France or something. All through the day, I keep noticing Michelle's dick. Probably because he is wearing those speedos and it just sticks out all over the place. Or maybe because I was curious about his missing dick head. After lunch, it's just him and me in the bathroom. I ask, "Michelle, can I ask you a personal question?" "We." By then I had learned that `we' meant yes. "Promise you won't get mad?" "We." "Well, what happened to your dick? And your brother's dicks?" "Dicks?" I guess they didn't teach him that in his English class in France. I point to mine and grab it through my shorts so he will understand. "What do you mean?" "Well, you are missing the head of the dick." "No, we're not. We all have heads on our ^Å.dicks." Well, I guess he doesn't want to talk about it, so I don't mention it anymore. So at the end of the day, when we go into the locker room to change, they all get naked and go into the shower. I mean it's like tons of men and boys are changing and they just go naked into the shower, like they don't care. I go in the shower too, but of course I leave my suit on. I look at them, and sure enough, they all are missing dick heads. It's weird. I turn away from the crowd when I pull off my shorts and put on my boxers so, they can't look at my dick. I mean, maybe in France it's cool to run around naked, but this is not France. Anyway, Michelle sees my dick. "Oh, you're BLAHBLAH (I didn't understand the word)." "What?" "You parents had part of your dick cut off when you were a baby." "No they didn't." That was stupid, my parents would never do anything like that. My dick was normal. It looked like my dads, and my cousins. Also in 6th grade I saw a bunch of the guys dicks once and they all looked like mine, not like Michelle's and his brothers. So when they dropped me off at home, I asked my dad. "Did you have part of my dick cut off when I was a baby?" I know, it was embarrassing, but I wanted to know. Anyway he explained all about circumcision. Then he asked why I wanted to know, so I told him about Michelle and his brothers. Then he explained that many Europeans didn't do circumcision. So I guess they had heads like mine underneath that extra skin. When the time was right, I was going to ask Michelle about it. Next week at school, the teasing slowed down a little. Everywhere except PE class that is; there it continued at full speed. They kept teasing him that he wasn't a boy and was not allowed in the locker room. Once when the coach wasn't around, a kid even pulled down Michelle's gym shorts. I guess it was good he wasn't wearing boxers, because they probably would have been pulled down too. He was wearing the red bikini's that day. The weird thing was, he never got mad or anything. I could tell it bothered him, but he didn't fight back or anything. When I asked him about it, he said, "They will get tired of it after a while." I invited him for a sleepover for after school on Friday. He agreed and our moms made the details. So he was at my house all night and the entire time, I chickened out about asking him about the circumcision thing. In the morning, when I went to breakfast in my boxers, he followed me in his bikini underwear; grey ones. I didn't like them as much as the red ones. Wait a minute. What did I just write? I liked his red ones? I liked seeing him in his red bikini underwear? Is that what I meant? I better move on with my story because thinking about this is making me a little uncomfortable. The next two weeks at school were the last so we were all pretty busy. Even the teasing in PE slowed down, but didn't stop completely. He spent the night again and still I chickened out from asking him anything. His mom called me and invited me to go to the lake with them all over the weekend. My mom quickly agreed. I was pretty excited. When they came to pick me up in the mini van I could see he and his brothers were pretty excited about the trip too. His dad was driving, his mom had shotgun. The twins were in booster seats in the second row, leaving the back row for Michelle, Jock and me. After Michelle and Jock argued in French, I was the one to sit in the middle between them. His sister was old enough that she got to stay home by herself. It was a long drive, but not too boring. Well the only boring parts were when they were all speaking French. Michelle and his mom were the best English speakers in the group. Maybe his dad too, but he didn't talk much. Sort of like my dad. When we stopped at a mini mart for a pee break, we all piled into the bathroom. Their dad went in the only stall with the twins. Jock made it a point to pee in the urinal next to me and I'm pretty sure he snuck a peek at mine. So I snuck at peek at his. I was surprised. It was bigger than mine. But maybe he had a boner or a semi, I didn't get that good of a look. We check in to the motel at the lake. We have two rooms that connect. Our room had two beds in it so I was sure I would have to share. In fact everybody would have to share. We went to dinner, then drove to the lake. It was too dark to see anything so we went back to the hotel. His mom was in our room helping the twins get undressed. I felt stupid, so I just stripped to my shorts while she was in the room. Michelle and Jock went all the way to their bikinis. Me and Michelle were going to share, and Jock was sleeping with the twins. I could tell by his argueing that he wanted to sleep with us. Since they were speaking French, I have no idea what was actually said, except Jock was upset. After the sleeping arrangements were settled, she left the room. After Jock says something to Michelle, he asks me, "Are you sleeping in your pants?" I quickly pull them off. "No. I didn't want to get undressed in front of your mom." "Why?" Jock asks in English. "I don't know." We get under the covers and turn out the light. After a while, I think about Michelle right next to me in blue bikini underwear, and thinking about his dick with no head, I get a boner. That also gets me horny enough to ask the question. "I've never seen an uncircumcised dick before. Will you let me look at yours?" I whisper in his ear. "I never seen a circumcised one before. Can I see yours?" Ha-ha, that surprised me. "Sure," I agree. He turns on the light. He pulls the covers off both of us. As he pulls down his underwear to show me his dick, Jock runs over to our bed. I think it's probably to look at mine, not his brothers. Michelle's is about 3 inches hanging with blond hairs all over. He peels back the skin, showing me that he has a head like mine underneath. After he motions me, I pull down mine, releasing my 5+ inch boner. "BLAHBLAH!" says Jock. I motion for him to show his. He pulls down his and he has a boner too. That's good because then I don't fell so weird for being the only one with a boner. I try to motion for him to pull back his skin so I can see his head, but he doesn't understand. Jock climbs over his brother and gets right close to me. I pretend I'm pulling back my skin to show him what I want him to do. He figures it out and shows me his head. His boner is about the same size as mine, but he doesn't have as much hair. Michelle has lost interest and is looking away, trying to sleep I guess. Jock moves his hand close to my boner. "Can I touch it?" he asks quietly. "Yes," I say and nod. He touches it. Wow, it feels good. I never been touched by somebody else before. He continues to touch it more and also my hair and balls. When he runs his finger around my head in circles, it makes me want to come right then. He stops and reaches over his brother and turns out the light. I am worried he is going to leave, but he comes right back. He sits right in front of me. I move my hand closer to his boner. He puts his hand on mine, then puts it on his boner. I pull his skin back, so feel his head with my other hand. His extra skin is cool to play with. As I continue to move it around, I can tell he is liking it. I sort of jack, just the head and in a few seconds, he shoots a little sperm out. He giggles. I giggle too. I can't believe I just jacked him off. He stays where he is and grabs my boner and jacks it. I reposition his hand and show him hw to do it the right way, then lay back and relax and he jacks me. It's way better than jacking my own self. I tense up and shoot, four good shots, on my stomach. Without cleaning up, Jock lays down in the middle and snuggles up with me like I was his teddy bear. I put my arm and snuggle up with him. It's funny, because our underwear are still down. I like it.