The Exchange Student 1

I learnt French at high school (I can still speak it fluently) and had quite an aptitude for written French, although speaking it still posed a few problems for me. I would watch French movies, and listen to my French teacher as much as I could, as there was a speaking component to my final French exam, but as much as I tried, I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Then my parents came up with the idea of doing an exchange. I thought it was an interesting idea – it would be fantastic to go to Europe, and I’d certainly improve my French. Thus I agreed, and we applied to several exchange agencies.

Soon I was matched up with Louis Flourence, a Parisian boy with similar interests to me – he liked sports but he was also a musician; and he wanted to improve his English skills in time for his BAC, the final exams for all French students. He seemed nice enough, although I was disappointed I couldn’t see a photo – I was kind of hoping to choose my guy on his appearance. Truthfully, as a gay virgin, I was looking for a nice hot dude to live with and hopefully see naked, which would give me plenty of masturbation material.

Anyway, it was agreed that Louis would stay with us for about a month during July; I would then go and live with him for around the same amount of time that August. It was certainly an anxious time; I was really hoping Louis would be this cool, funky guy and not some ugly nerdy kid. I was both apprehensive and excited as my parents took me to the airport on a Friday afternoon just after school to pick him up.

His flight came in and the passengers came out, and we held up a sign for Louis. I had dressed well and whatever he was like, I wanted to give a good first impression. My hopes skyrocketed when a gorgeous black-haired, tanned dude came out, about 18 (both Louis and my age). However, he walked straight past us, and was greeted by a woman with similar complexion, who could only have been his mother.

Then another guy came out, and he walked towards us smiling. It was Louis; and I certainly wasn’t disappointed! He was about six inches shorter than me (I was quite tall though, about 6 foot 4) with the brownest eyes and dark hair. His face was pale and brooding and there was the slightest hint of stubble around his cheeks and chin. As for his body – he looked fairly buff, not the hottest lad I’d ever seen, but certainly better than the average. His smile was perfect – I felt quite satisfied.

“Salut!” he said happily. “Je m’appelle Louis – et tu t’appelle Samuel, n’est-ce pas?”

“Oui,” I replied – his voice was quite sexy. “These are my parents. Welcome!”

He seemed quite excited and happy about it all and he was bouncing around talking in English as much as possible. His English was much better than my French – something that made me worry quite a bit. We chatted about Paris and the weather and school and he was quite amiable – I was beginning to like him more and more. We agreed that we would speak totally in English here, and I would speak totally in French whilst I was over with him. Fairly soon we were talking as if we were good friends.

We got home and he unpacked his gear. That night was a quiet one – Louis felt pretty jetlagged so we had a quick meal and he went to bed pretty early. We were sharing a bedroom, and as I undressed to go to sleep that night, I glanced over at his topless figure with its back to me, lying innocently asleep. He was certainly gorgeous – I felt my cock harden in my boxer briefs. I chose against wanking tonight – there was every chance Louis would wake up and I didn’t want to give him any wrong impressions this early on. There would be plenty of opportunities, I decided.

My parents were going to visit good friends of theirs in a town that was a two-hour drive away the next day, so we had the day to ourselves. It was agreed that Louis and I would spend the day cruising around town – we’d shop a little, as long as we did some gardening chores that afternoon. We were both fairly happy with this bargain – we wanted to get to know each other fairly well, and this seemed a good opportunity.

We slept fairly late that morning and were dressed, showered and breakfasted by around 10:30. It was an overcast day but the threat of rain wasn’t too potent – thus we walked into town and cruised around, looking at clothes and music to buy. Neither of us were too excited by anything – thus we returned home to do the chores. The day hadn’t been wasted though. We’d had lots of great conversation, and Louis’ English skills were improving at an alarming rate. I casually dropped girls into the conversation but Louis brushed it aside. He said he was a virgin and had always found girls hard to talk to. I continued on, saying he was a fairly good-looking guy and that surely chicks were falling for him everywhere. “I am not the handsomest man in France,” he said defiantly, and it ended there.

The afternoon was spent amongst mud in the garden that afternoon. It had rained a little whilst walking back home and the ground was boggy and wet. We had to pull out a lot of weeds and then move a pile of bricks from one place to another, and whilst I thought about bailing out, I didn’t want to look weak in front of Louis. It turned out to be plenty of fun – Louis and I mucked around like old mates. What was most satisfying was seeing him in some old clothes I’d pulled out for him to wear – they were tight and showed off all his assets – a good muscly upper body and some nice hairy legs. His sex appeal was becoming more and more apparent and I often caught myself staring at his beautiful figure, his muscles straining and sweating to lift the bricks. Louis either didn’t notice or he didn’t seem to mind – I hoped naturally it was the latter, but I wasn’t really hoping for any action – a wank would satisfy me plenty.

We got all the work done by four that afternoon and retired inside. I sportingly agreed to Louis having the first shower – in the meantime I got all excited thinking about him naked in the bathroom. After he was done, I scrubbed the mud off my tall, thick frame – I casually played with my 5 inch flaccid dick but elected to save the wank until later. I turned the taps off, wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for my bedroom.

Forgetting that Louis was sharing with me, I opened the door without knocking, and caught Louis standing stark naked, masturbating, in the middle of my room! I must have stood there staring for several minutes, both shocked at what he was doing, yet in awe of his body. His chest and arms were stunningly masculine; hairy and muscular, which was just what I liked. But my eyes were instantly drawn to his cock – erect and all red at the tip, it was a fantastic hunk of meat – maybe eight and a half inches. Suddenly, I was awoken from my stupor and began apologising hurriedly, both in French and English. “I’m so sorry, I should have knocked. Je suis désolé, Louis.” I backed away and turned to go and wait outside, when he spoke.

“Mais non, Samuel,” he said softly. “Viens, ici.” I obeyed his command, coming towards him. “Take this away,” he said as he removed the towel from my waist, his movements swift and confident. It was a surreal moment, this hot, sexy male with a cock bigger than a banana, standing next to me – and we were both naked. I was still unsure as to what he was doing but I could see my dick getting bigger and bigger and Louis seemed to like that a lot.

He then knelt to the ground and before I knew it, he was licking my cock, flicking at it with his tongue in sharp, pleasurable movements. He enveloped the tip of my cock in his mouth and I groaned, the pleasure intensifying. Instinctively I held his head and ran my hands through his black, thick hair as he sucked, my cock so big that it was almost hurting. Having had no sexual experience of any kind, I found the pleasure so passionate and intense – it was beyond my wildest fantasies – and I soon sensed that orgasm was very close. “Louis?” I said. “Erm – I’m, I’m going to, you know…” I had no idea what the word for cum was in French. But my hand gestures seemed to be enough for him to understand – “Ah, bon, je sais,” he said, nodding. “Maintenant, tu dois le faire pour moi.” Pointing to his cock, I understood.

I knelt down and reciprocated, still feeling surreally excited. I chose to go as big as I could – I shoved as much of his man-meat down my throat as possible. He moaned loudly and I could tell he loved it. He was swearing loudly in French and yelling at me to go harder. “Plus vite, plus vite, Samuel!” he shrieked, pre-cum dribbling down my throat. He was thrusting his hips back and forth; it was as if he was humping my face. With his legs spread apart, I decided to do something I’d always wanted – I seized the moment and, finding his hole, shoved two fingers up as hard as I could. Louis moaned louder than ever before – “Keep it, I like, I like!” he said, so randy it was unbelievable. “I will blow!” he yelled – which was exactly the reaction I had wanted. Sure enough, his cock erupted in my mouth, his juice flowing down my throat. It tasted marvellous – all salty and man-like. Louis, worn out and sweaty, lay down on his bed; I sat back on the floor and looked at my own cock. It was fully erect and wet with not only Louis’ saliva, but a heap of pre-cum – I rubbed my hand up and down the thick shaft as quickly as possible, and soon my man cream came pouring out; the intensity of our sex showing as the amount of cum I produced was more than I had ever done in a wank. I ran my finger through the pile of cum that had accumulated on my abdominals, and licked it – I liked the taste of my man nectar, but I preferred Louis’.

I joined Louis on his bed – I lay atop him – he smiled, looking tired; his hands above his head, his cock limp and wet. We French-kissed naked, our tongues caressing each other voluptuously – I was rapturous, and the thought of French kissing a Frenchman turned me on even more. I liked the feel of his rough stubble against my face – I just loved the masculinity of it. A pain started in my groin which I soon realised was my cock, which had become erect again after only just wanking. Louis then sat up. “Do you want to shower? You know, we are both a little dirty. We can have one together?” I smiled, and told him I was only too happy to oblige to his request. “Yeah, we’d better have one together. Save the water.” We laughed and he winked naughtily at me.

He led the way, his hairy ass swaying as he walked. It was a gorgeous butt – Louis could have easily been a porn star, he was that sexy. He ushered me inside, having turned on the water to the right temperature, and we stood there, naked and warm. Louis then put his arms around my waist and began kissing my neck – I leant back in delight as I felt his hot, manly body against my back. My cock was bigger than ever and Louis reached over me and began to massage my shaft – I moaned as he fondled my bell-end. “You want to fuck?” he said, with a heavy accent. “I like to do it, up your bottom?”

I wasn’t sure about this – what if I got some sexually transmitted disease? “I do not have AIDS,” he said, assuring me. “It will be fun. I know you will like,” he said, kissing my neck again. I gave into temptation, my cock throbbing so hard that I couldn’t really resist. “D’accord,” I replied in my best French accent. “Du savon, ici,” I said, indicating to my asshole.

He lubed me up with the soap, the excitement and tension building up inside me. I could still hardly believe we were doing this – only minutes ago we had been gardening outside. I then felt a pain from my rear – Louis had begun fingering me. Certainly, it hurt at first, but the pain subsided fairly quickly – then he put another few fingers up. My ass felt like it was going to burst – but soon I felt normal again. He then slowly removed the fingers and went in again – I turned around and realised it was his cock. Slowly, he bucked atop my ass, his penis moving in and out. Painful at first, the sex soon became very pleasurable – I felt fantastic and warm – and it wasn’t just the hot water. “C’est bon, Louis – plus vite, plus vite,” I told him, and he responded by increasing his rate. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his cock plunge up my ass quicker and quicker – it was a blissful feeling.

My hand reached for my own dick and I began jerking myself off, giving myself double pleasure. I was moaning almost constantly – Louis was massaging my back and the warmth of the shower made it all the more pleasurable. “Merde, merde, je viens…” he groaned, which meant he was about to cum. “N’arrête pas!” I yelled, telling him to continue at full speed. His hips thrust harder into my ass; his cock pumped quicker than ever before. Simultaneously, we both gave loud moans and I could feel Louis’ cum fill my asshole – it was warm and sexy, and I adored the sensation of having man seed up my ass. Almost instantly, he turned me around and began to jerk me off – his hand was pulling my seven-incher incredibly fast. Being so horny already, it didn’t take much for me to get off. “Ohhhh,” I moaned, and Louis quickly put his mouth to my cock as I exploded, my juices flowing thick and fast. Louis savoured every last drop, before standing up and kissing me – I swear I could taste my cum on his mouth.

We had both had enough – we were tired from all that hard work and then the intense sex – and even that night, we didn’t repeat any of the afternoon’s events, although we slept naked together in the same bed. I asked him that night about his previous gay encounters – he swore to me that he had never had sex before today in his life. I could still hardly believe that we, two young virgins, had fucked so amazingly that afternoon. We had broken the rules about using only English here, but somehow, everything just seemed sexier in French. Certainly, I was satisfied with my new exchange student, and could hardly wait for the rest of the two months I would be spending with him to unfold…