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THE EXCHANGE VISIT
Chapter 1 -- Preparations and Departure
It was shortly after his fourteenth birthday that Billy's headmaster announced in assembly that he had made arrangements with a school in Paris for an exchange visit to take place.
Twenty-five boys from Billy's school would be given the opportunity to spend two weeks in Paris with a French family with a son of similar age, and then later in the year the French boys would come and stay for two weeks in England with their exchange partner and his family.
Billy was delighted at the prospect of spending two weeks in Paris and with a French boy. It would be an excellent opportunity to get away from his younger brother, Dominic for a couple of weeks.
That afternoon he ran home and asked his mother if she would let him go (his father had died several years previously in a motor accident). Billy's mother said that he couldn't go as she could not possibly afford to send him, then Billy reminded her that he had several thousand pounds in a savings account that his father had set up for him for his university education. `I know this is only a school trip, but it will help me with my French vocabulary, so please let me go, mum'.
Well' said his mother I suppose it will be all right, I'll write a note for Mr.Metcalfe and you can give it to him tomorrow'.
Billy kissed his mother and ran up to his bedroom to celebrate. He had discovered masturbation as few weeks before and could not now think of a better way to celebrate. He quickly removed his trousers and underpants to reveal his stiff 4-inch cock. He was so excited at the prospect of spending two weeks in Paris that it was only a minute or so before he was shooting cum all over his stomach and hand. He was letting his imagination run riot with ideas of being alone with his French partner and masturbating alongside him. He was so turned on by this that he came a second time a few minutes later.
The following day he took the letter and his deposit to Mr Metcalfe and was delighted to find that his best mate, Phil, would also be going to Paris. Phil and Billy had been best mates for about four years and although they often slept at one anothers' houses and in one anothers' beds they had never really experimented together. Billy felt that their friendship was too valuable to risk letting Phil know that he fancied boys rather than girls. Sure, they saw each other naked a lot and often compared size and physical development as all boys do, but it had gone no further. This is why Billy was looking forward to going to Paris. He could maybe try something on with his French host and if it didn't work out it wouldn't matter.
A few days later Mr. Metcalfe called Billy and all the others who were going to France into his office. He had received a list of names of the host boys from the French school and had looked at the background of the French boys and decided which of his own pupils would be staying with which host. Mr Metcalfe told them they must write to their host listing their hobbies and things they liked to do and also telling them of any special dietary requirements or any medication they needed to take on a regular basis.
Billy's was given a piece of paper which read `Francois Rieme, Rue de Picardy 22, St Denis, Paris, France.
So this was the name of the boy he would be spending fourteen days in Paris with and, hopefully, fourteen memorable nights.
When Billy got home that evening he sat in his bedroom and composed his first letter to Francois:
Dear Francois
Hi! My name is Billy Lewis and I have just celebrated my fourteenth birthday. My teacher, Mr. Metcalfe has selected you as my host and I will be spending two weeks with you in Paris at Easter. I'm really looking forward to coming as I have never been to France before and I am also looking forward to entertaining you when you come to England. I have a younger brother, Dominic, who is 12 years old and is a pain in the ass!
I am a keen football fan and I support Manchester United Football Club. I like pop music, and my favourite band is the Manic Street Preachers. Do you hear this band in France?
My favourite subject at school is Maths and I quite like French, but I am not very good. This is why I am writing in English.
What is St. Denis like? I have looked it up on the map and I see that it is away from the centre of Paris, but I notice there is a Metro station there so transport should be no trouble.
My headmaster has told me that I must tell you anything special you need to know, so I must mention that I like almost all foods but I am not very keen on vegetables. I take regular medication during the spring and early summer for hay fever but that doesn't bother me too much.
Do you get along with your parents? I get along fine with my mother (my father died several years ago).
Well, I think that is enough for my first letter. I'm really looking forward to getting your reply.
Yours sincerely
Billy Lewis
Billy showed the letter to his mum who found an envelope and a stamp for him and he went out and posted the letter straightaway.
Several days later Billy received the following reply:
Dear Billy
I thank you for your nice letter which I have received today.
You know my name is Francois Rieme and I have also 14 years old and three months.
I have not brothers and sisters but live at my mother and father.
St. Denis is about 12 miles from centre of Paris and a mixed area. Used to be very poor and untidy but now more people with money starting here to live.
Football is good sport and I see on television often.
I also have hay fever so know your sufferings.
How is your brother? I understand `pain in the ass' very funny.
I hope you understand this letter as my parents say I must write it by self.
I look forward to meet you in few weeks.
Yours sincerely
Francois Rieme
Wow' thought Billy he's done well to write this all by himself.
The next few weeks passed very slowly for Billy and the night before he was due to fly to Paris he just could not get off to sleep. He often found that is he jacked off a couple of times it tired him out and he nodded off, but tonight it just seemed to stimulate him even more into wondering if he would get on with Francois and, more important, `get off' with him.
Eventually he drifted off to sleep and dreamed that he was in Paris making love to Francois at the top of the Eiffel Tower. He was awaked suddenly by his mum shaking him and saying it was time to get up. It was a good job that the bedclothes had not slipped off as his hand was wrapped around his early-morning erection, and as she left the room, he decided not to waste the situation and gave himself a quick wank before running naked to the shower. Billy loved to be naked and it didn't worry him if his mum caught the odd glimpse as he ran across the landing.
After a long, luxurious pee he took a long, luxurious shower and dressed in some of what he considered to be his sexiest clothes. The weather was quite warm so he dressed in a pale green tee-shirt, tan shorts and open sandals with no socks. As was his usual weekend and holiday habit, he dispensed with restricting and constricting underwear and went commando-style. His mum had allowed him to select his own clothes and do his own packing for the holiday so he had only packed a couple of pairs of briefs as he really felt much sexier when he could let his little cock and balls hang free.
His mum had made him a cooked breakfast, telling him he probably wouldn't get one in France, and had made him some sandwiches for the journey. Considering he only lived a half-hour drive from the airport and the flight was only about an hour, he considered this to be rather superfluous but didn't argue. He bade his younger brother goodbye and, as an afterthought, he gave him a hug and said `Look after mum while I'm away'. Deep down he actually loved his brother a great deal.
They got into the car, and his mother checked with him that he had his medication, his passport, his holiday spending money, his luggage, his camera, his ... Hey mum,' he said do you want to check I've got my dick?'
His mother laughed and said `I really think that's something you should check yourself like you normally do.'
Billy blushed and looked sideways at his mother as she started the car. Don't worry' she said all boys do it, just clear up your own mess, huh?'
Billy leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then fastened his seat belt and they were off.
When they arrived at the airport they met Mr Metcalfe in the terminal building. He was overseeing the trip himself together with Mrs Stevenson, Billy's maths teacher. They had all the tickets and boarding cards ready and were waiting for the last couple of boys to arrive.
As the first call for their flight came over the loudspeakers the last boy arrived and they set off for the departure gate, passing through emigration and customs without incident and boarding the plane amongst a great deal of excitement and chatter. This was only the second time Billy had flown and he was a little nervous. He sat next to Phil who was in the window seat and was a seasoned flier and who kept him occupied so his mind would not be totally on the flight and its possible dangers.
The tractor vehicle pushed them out onto the apron and they taxied under their own engines to the runway. The engines began to roar and they were off at a rate of knots down the runway and as the wheels left the ground Billy said a little prayer, not for his safety but `Dear God, let Francois be a sexy boy and let him fancy me and let us get together and play around together, amen'.
Only time would tell.
The flight was smooth and soft drinks and nuts were served to all the boys and very soon the plane started to lose altitude in preparation for landing at Charles de Gaulle airport.
As the aircraft got closer to the ground Billy gripped the armrest and squeezed hard until his knuckles were white. It was not until after they had touched down and the plane had slowed to a walking pace that Billy realised that Phil's hand had already been on the armrest and it was this that he had been squeezing for the last few minutes. Phil leaned across and whispered in Billy's ear `I didn't know you cared'.
Billy blushed and said `No...er...I didn't...er...no...'
Phil laughed at Billy and said `What, too close to the truth?'
To Billy's mortification not only was he blushing now but his cock was starting to stiffen up, and with no underwear there was a pretty obvious tent growing in the front of his shorts.
Hey, don't worry' said Phil I was just kidding. And even if it was true I wouldn't really mind' and then he winked at Billy and turned his head to look out of the window leaving Billy to wonder...
Chapter 2 -- Meeting and Greeting
Fortunately for Billy his stiffie subsided as the boys collected their belongings together and left the plane. They were shepherded through immigration and customs as a group, then collected their baggage from the carousel and walked along the corridor and through the double doors into the arrivals area of the terminal building. There, waiting for them were 25 young French lads eagerly awaiting their English guests.
The teachers greeted one another and after comparing notes started to call out the names of the French and English boys to pair them up. Billy could barely contain his excitement as his name and that of Francois were called and a boy appeared from the back of the crowd. Billy took an involuntary deep breath as he looked at his host. Francois was a little shorter than Billy with dark hair, brown eyes and skin the colour of burnished copper. Various words sped through Billy's mind. Handsome, sexy, attractive, stunning, beautiful, stunningly beautiful, beautifully stunning, and then Billy stumbled on the word he was looking for. `Perfect'.
As the boys approached one another they both smiled shyly and shook hands. As they made contact it was though a static shock shot up Billy's arm, through his body and straight to his cock, which started rising to the occasion. Attention was drawn away from them as the teachers announced the next two names, which was just as well as they stood there grinning at one another, their hands still connected for about half a minute.
They were brought to their senses when the French teacher told his boys (in French, of course) that they should take their guests to meet their parents who were waiting in the coffee shop. He also reminded them that, although it was school holidays, they were meeting up at the school at 11am the following morning in case anybody had any problems.
Francois, without embarrassment, took Billy's hand and led him to the coffee shop where Billy learned where Francois got his good looks and wonderful tanned colour from. Francois introduced him first to his father, who was a taller, paler more rugged version of his son, and then to his mother who was petite, elegant, beautiful and black. Billy said his `Bonjours' all round and learned that Francois' mother spoke pretty good English, but his father spoke hardly a word. Francois himself spoke rather as he had written. Rather stilted but understandable with the sexiest French accent Billy had ever heard.
They led Billy to a new-looking people carrier in the car park and he was whisked off to St. Denis which was, indeed, a mixed area. They drove through some really downtrodden areas but the part where the Riemes lived was really quite affluent with large houses and well-kept front gardens in front. They pulled into the drive of one of the largest houses in the street and Francois once again took Billy's hand and led him into the house. He showed him around the ground floor while his parents brought Billy's baggage in from the car, then they carried the suitcases up to Francois' room. Did I say room? Francois had half of the upper floor which had been turned into a self-contained suite with a bedroom, sitting room/study and shower room. My parents come never into my rooms' said Francois, we will be disturbed not at all. They telephone to me if they want to speak me.'
In the bedroom there was a double bed, made up and a single bed with clean linen folded up at the foot. We can make for you the little bed or we can share the big bed together' said Francois if you do not mind.'
No' said Billy I don't mind' thinking how Francois was playing in to his hands.
But I think I ought to tell you' said Francois I do not use pyjamas. I wear nothing usually in bed but for you I will wear some underpants.'
Please' said Billy don't worry. I'll sleep naked as well, that way we'll save on the laundry.'
Billy could hardly believe his luck. Firstly he had been befriended by the sexiest boy in France, secondly they would be uninterrupted by his parents and thirdly they were going to sleep together naked.
Francois roused Billy from his musings by saying they should go downstairs and have some lunch, then they could go and play in the garden or Francois would show Billy around the local area and would introduce him to his friends. Once again he took Billy's hand and led him down the stairs and into the kitchen where they had their meal in companionable silence then went out into the back garden where Francois climbed into a hammock and beckoned Billy to climb in beside him.
Billy had never been in a hammock before and after a couple of false starts managed to heave himself in beside Francois, immediately realising that he had no choice but to lay with his whole right side touching his new friend. Billy's cock immediately began to misbehave and there was no way that he could hide the tent it created from the French boy. Billy could see that Francois was looking down at it and started to stammer his apology.
Francois silently took Billy's hand once again but this time he placed it on his own cock which was just starting to harden inside his shorts. Billy was dumbfounded. As Francois' cock got harder and harder Billy found it impossible not to tighten his grip and squeeze it gently. Eventually Billy regained his ability to speak and asked the question, the answer to which would either ensure his enjoyment of the next two weeks or be his downfall and expose him for what he was.
`Are you erm ...are you g..g..gay, Francois?'
But of course' came the reply didn't you know?' Billy shook his head. `When I told my teacher I wanted to do this exchange I demanded of him that he find me the gay boy to exchange with.
Billy was amazed. `Do you mean that your teacher knows that you're gay?'
But yes,' said Francois, he is also gay and he is boyfriends with your Monsieur Metcalfe'.
WHAT?' shouted Billy Old Metcalfe's gay?'
Mais certainment' said Francois they always spend the exchanges together.'
But' said Billy How did old Metcalfe know that I'm gay as well?' asked Billy `He's never tried anything on with me.'
Well,' said Francois Sometimes gay people just have this way of knowing.' And with saying that the two boys looked at one another and leaned into a kiss. Not a passionate sexy affair, that would come later, but a gentle, affectionate lip-to-lip peck followed by a mutual smile.'
`I hope you boys are behaving in my hammock' came Francois' mother's voice from behind them. Billy snatched his hand away from Francois cock, which he had been gently massaging all through this exchange and Francois giggled delightedly.
`Oui maman' he said.
Chapter 3 - Cementing relations.
That night at dinner Billy tasted red wine for the first time. He didn't really like it but he did not want to offend Francois or his parents so he drank it stoically and felt quite merry afterwards. He and the French family had a long conversation after dinner and Billy told them all about his life and his own family and he heard a lot about the Riemes. They talked for so long that Madame Rieme was telling them it was time for bed. They said their goodnights and Billy followed Francois up the stairs to the bedroom.
`Do you want to make up the little bed?' asked Francois.
Don't be silly' said Billy and began removing his clothes. I've been looking forward to cuddling up to you.' Francois grinned at him and also started to strip. Billy got down to his underpants and shyly watched Francois until he too was just in his tight little briefs, his cock half-hard inside.
Together the two boys put their thumbs inside their waistbands, took a deep breath and slowly lowered their underwear to their ankles, each watching the other closely. As if they were mirror images they stepped out of their pants and each uttered a single word.
`Beautiful' said Billy
`Merveilleux' said Francois
They each took two steps towards the other and hugged closely, their hardening cocks rubbing against one another, then Francois took Billy's hand and led him to the bed where they continued the hug and then they kissed, Francois' tongue entering Billy's mouth for the first, but by no means the last time.
As the two boys got more comfortable with one another their hands started to roam over one anothers' bodies, exploring first their faces, then down to their chests and sensitive nipples, then on downwards until they were fondling one anothers' cocks. They kissed again, this time each experiencing that spark like an electric shock as their approaching orgasms caused them to toss and turn on the bed, finally resulting in simultaneous exclamations as their cum shot from their cocks on their own and each others stomachs and pubic hair.
They both lost consciousness momentarily, then when they both came to they smiled at one another and kissed again, their cocks beginning to harden again as they did.
That was wonderful' said Billy, I've never cum as much as that before.'
`Oui, I too thought that was very good, better even than with my friend Antoine'.
Billy was immediately jealous.' Who's Antoine?' he asked shortly.
`Oh, Antoine is my friend. Sometimes he stays here for weekends when his papa is away on business since his maman died.'
On' said Billy and so you er... Sleep with Antoine?'
`Oh, yes, he is gay too and he has one of your gay boys staying with him also, and his name is Phillipe.'
Phillipe?' asked Billy Oh, you mean Phil, but he's not ga...' Billy suddenly remembered Phil's remark on the plane and wondered whether he might have been wasting time not trying it on with Phil.
Oh' said Francois Then Anatole may be disappointed, not like moi.' He said, slipping down inside the bed and taking a close-up look at Billy's rock-hard cock. He took it gently in his hand and began to rub slowly. Billy was in heaven, savouring every moment and thinking that things couldn't get better until he felt something wet and warm on his glans. Surely it couldn't be... but looking down, he saw that it was, indeed, Francois' mouth encircling his cock, which was slowly but surely disappearing right inside.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' mumbled Billy. This made Francois chuckle to himself which turned into a snorting sound with Billy's cock so far into his mouth. Francois pulled his mouth off Billy's cock long enough to flip himself round in the bed so that they were in the classic 69' position, then quickly resumed his sucking. Billy, never having experienced this before and presented with the object of his desire right in front of his face, leaned forward and planted a wary kiss on Francois' cock head. He had expected it to taste awful but to his surprise it wasn't at all unpleasant. As he continued to look at it a bead of what looked like piss appeared on Francois' cock, but it couldn't have been piss, it was too viscous, rather slimy-looking in fact, but Billy's curiosity got the better of him and he leaned forward again and gently licked it off with the tip of his tongue.
Much to Billy's delight it had a slightly sweet taste, so he took Francois into his mouth again and sucked away to see if he could get any more, taking more and more into his mouth and enjoying every inch. He could feel Francois mouth now sliding up and down the length of his cock and emulated the movement on Francois' cock. Both boys were totally engrossed in what they were doing and did not hear the bedroom door open a couple on inches. Francois' father popped his head in the door and for a few seconds watched the two boys pleasuring one another. He smiled, a long-hidden pleasant memory recalled to mind, and silently closed the door again chuckling to himself.
If he had repeated his action a couple of minutes later he would have witnessed Billy thrashing around on the bed as he fired his seed into the back of Francois' throat, followed half a minute later by Francois returning the compliment. Billy had never tasted cum before, not even his own, but he knew that from now on he would be tasting it at every opportunity.
The boys returned to their original positions and kissed again, exchanging the taste of cum and whispering to each other how much they had enjoyed it and then, unaware that any of their performance had been witnessed, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
To be continued.
A special message to my readers:
This is the first story I have published for some months. Unfortunately I have been suffering from a nasty case of `writers block' and have been unable to put pen to paper for some time and it has been very difficult to write this story. I hope that you enjoy it, it took a long time to come to fruition. To those of you who have kept in touch with me, I thank you for your friendship and encouragement. To those of you who didn't I hope that you continue to enjoy my stories and to those of you who are reading my work for the first time, I hope it will not be the last.
The Colonel
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