French Exchange

French Exchange 1

By Jamie
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Freddy, just aged 13 was really looking forward to his school exchange trip. It was early spring as his parents dropped him off at the ferry port in Portsmouth to join the other boys and girls heading over by ferry and coach to Rouen in France for a week’s exchange visit with another school. He had already been told he would be staying with the Degout family, who had a 12 year old boy, Bertrand and a 14 year old girl, Felicite. The crossing was thankfully smooth and they were soon on the coach and after a short journey arrived at the city if Rouen at the school where they were met by teachers, and families.

Freddy was a shy quiet boy, an only child. He had a passable understanding of French after family holidays there for many years. The Degout’s welcomed him and after a short trip in the car arrived at their inner city apartment. It was a three bed apartment and Freddy was given Bertrand’s small bedroom to stay in, whilst the boy would sleep in a camp bed in his parent’s room.

He settled in and the two boys started to get to know each other taking in both French and English. Bertrand’s parents could speak a little English whilst their daughter was the most fluent in the family. She was a tall young lady towering over her brother and Freddy both of whom clearly had not started their growth spurts.

It was by now quite late so after supper time for bed. Freddy said good night and retired to his room, closing the door firmly before getting undressed and into his pyjamas. He had a good nights sleep after all the travel.

The next morning, Monday, he woke and had that brief uncertainty flash across of his mind of “where am I” before remembering he was in France. He could hear noises outside as the family was clearly up as well. After lying there for a short while, the door was opened and in walked Mrs Degout and Bertrand with a cherry “Bonjour Frederick”. Freddy rubbed his eyes and replied. He then noticed that Bertrand was dressed only in a pair of light shorts whilst his mother was carrying a bucket. He sat up on the edge of the bed.

She began to speak fairly quickly and he got the gist of what she was saying that father was in the bathroom getting ready for work. She put the bucket on the floor and said to Freddy, “Pipi” smiling.

He looked blankly at her not quite understanding. She smiled again and said “Voudrais-tu faire pipi”

She pointed at his middle where his willy was, and then she turned to her son and said “Pipi “. With that it dawned on Freddy what she meant as Bertrand pulled down his shorts and began to wee in to the bucket. His small hairless willy letting out a stream of urine. Freddy quickly shook his said “ Non merci” as the thought of having a wee in front of her was too much. Bertrand finished, Madame smiled, “petit dejuner mes enfants”, picked up the bucket and walked out the room. Bertrand pulled back up his shorts and grabbed Freddy by the arm smiling and said “let’s eat”

The boys went into the kitchen where breakfast was laid out on the table and seen Freddy relaxed as he had fresh warm croissants and tea. Mr Degout emerged from the bathroom, dressed for work and greeted them all, said to the boys have a good day and then said his goodbyes as he left. Felicite by this stage was in the bathroom.

After Felicite joined them, dressed in a lovely yellow dress, Madame Degout disappeared into the bathroom and son Freddy heard the sounds of a bath being run. They finished the breakfast talking about the plan for the day which was a trip for all the children on the exchange around the city sights and a river cruise along the seine with lunch. It would be fun day and it was lovely and sunny outside.

Madame came out of the bathroom, and said “Garçons de bain” at which Bertrand got up , indicated for Freddy to follow him and then went into the bathroom. There a bath was run and steaming with hot water. It was a big bath and he realised that they expected him and Bertrand to share a bath. And it also dawned on him that Madame was going nowhere as Bertrand stepped out of his shorts and stood naked in front of his mother and new friend. “Allez” Madame said indicating for Freddy to get undressed. Now unlike Bertrand Freddy being a little older had just started puberty and was already that little bit self conscious about his body. But there was clearly no way out of the situation without causing offence so he slowly removed his top and then pj trousers feeling like a condemned man. Soon he stood naked besides Bertrand hands clutched in front of his willy..

The boys climbed into the bath and thee was just enough room for both of them. Freddy sat with his knees up close to him enjoying the warm water but desperately trying to hide himself. Madame left the bathroom and he began to relax. Betrend was chatting away perfectly at ease in his nudity that Freddy realised this was obviously a daily occurrence for him . The last time his mother had seen him in the bath was about 2 years ago , this was definitely something that he would struggle to get used to in the coming week.

After a short while Madame returned along with her daughter who had a big smile on her face and being the best English speaker explained to Freddy that it was now time for washing. On his mothers instruction Bertrand now stood up and his mother lathered up a sponge and began to soap the boy down. Soon he was covered in soap suds , giggling as his mother moved the sponge over his body including his willy which stuck up straight at the touch of the sponge and soap. Felicite told Freddy she was here to help her mother and told him to stand up as well.

Freddy was mortified, he could wash himself, he was 13 he thought and here they want a girl to give me a bath. But what could he do. He tried to say I can wash myself but she said , “nonsense, boys need to be washed as the don’t do it properly” clearly taking the lead from her mother’s no nonsense approach to her brother. Reluctantly Freddy stood up and soon he too was being lathered in soap.

The effect on him, was to his great embarrassment the same and as Felicite soaped all around his willy and balls, his developing willy began to rise up. He was of course much bigger than Bertrand and with some hairs as well. Madame smiled and said “I see you are becoming a man, Frederick.” Bertrand stared at his new friends larger willy whilst Felicite just grinned at the blushing aroused boy giving it a little more attention. Fortunately she didn’t do it too long as Freddy realised that if she did he would have an accident and that was something he simply couldn’t bear thinking about. Madame took up the shower and then showered each boy down washing of all their soap using her hand to push the suds down their bodies into the bathtub, when her hand passed over his erection, Freddy quivered but managed to retain control.. They then towelled the boys down as they stepped out the bath and then once dry the boys walked naked back into the main living room, Madame chatting normally way about what they wanted to wear today. Soon Freddy was able to retreat in to the bedroom to get his clothes and get dressed and hide himself.

What a start to the day, he was embarrassed and humiliated but couldn’t get over how normal the family seemed to think it was. Bertrand clearly was used to it. He then thought I’ve got another 6 days of this. Freddy shook his head to himself and made himself think about the exciting day ahead.

That evening….

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