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HOMECOMING The flight from Amsterdam to Chicago took eight hours and I was stuck in the middle seat between a fat, smelly lady and a businessman who spent the entire flight on his laptop typing away. I tried to sleep, but couldn’t- I was looking forward to seeing my friends again after spending the last six months in The Hague as an exchange student. When you are sixteen, six months away from your friends seems an eternity, and this was especially the case for me as the family I stayed with had no children at home and lived in a neighbourhood with few other kids my age. My parents were gone for two weeks, so my sister was going to pick me up at the airport. It took me an hour to clear customs at the airport and when I finally got to the terminal, I was surprised to find that my sister had picked up my best friend Jeremy (everyone called him Jer) on her way. I ran up to Jer and gave him a big hug, telling him how much I missed him and everyone else. Neither Jer nor myself were the “hugging type” (usually it was a “high-five”), but the time apart seemed so long that we both almost squeezed the breath right out of each other. We grabbed my luggage and ran to the car for the four hour drive north up the Lake Michigan shoreline to my parent’s home on the lake. On the way home my sister said that she was going to spend a couple of nights with her boyfriend, so we could have the house to ourselves. She dropped us off, saying she had left me a welcome home present in the refrigerator, and quickly sped off to her boyfriend. Jer grabbed my luggage and we went into the house to find that my sister had left a case of beer in the fridge and a joint on the kitchen table! High-fives all around! It was just past sunset when we got home and Jer said the other two guys that we always hung around with were up north with their girlfriends camping for the weekend, so it was just him and me for the night. We both popped open a beer, grabbed the joint and headed for the back deck to enjoy the late summer evening breeze coming off of Lake Michigan. Jer spent the next hour or so telling me everything that went on while I was away. I had faithfully written letters every week to Jer and the gang (mainly out of boredom) telling them what I had been doing, but I only received three letters back from Jer, so he had much catching up to do. In that hour we managed to finish the joint (not very good weed, but, hey- it was free) and downed three more beers each. I was tired of sitting after spending all day on a plane, and suggested we head down to the lake for a swim. Jer agreed, so we grabbed a couple more beers, some beach towels and headed down the sand dune to the lake. It was about nine o’clock in the evening, but still hot and humid and perfect for a swim. The water temperature was warm and the waves were big and I was looking forward to a good swim. When we got down the sand dune, Jer looked at me and said, “Hey dude- we forgot to change into our swim suits!” I replied that since it was night, there was no moon, and the nearest neighbour was quite far away that we might as well go skinny-dipping. The gang had skinny-dipped before, so without saying a word we shed our clothes and ran into the water. The four beers each and the joint left both of us feeling pretty high. Jer was laughing and splashing around in the waves, when I saw him dive under water. The next thing I knew, his arms were around my legs and under water I went. We wrestled around in the water for about ten minutes, yelling and laughing the whole time. Now, Jer had a steady girlfriend and was as straight as straight can be. I never was interested in girls, but I never let my friends on to this and they never suspected that it was other boys who held my interests. All that wrestling around in the water naked with Jer started to get me pretty excited. Jer was about my height, but more muscular and very good looking. I soon found myself with an erection that did not want to go away. Jer ran out of the water and sat down on his towel, and I followed hoping he wouldn’t notice my hard-on. I sat on my towel next to Jer and pulled my knees towards my chest doing my best to hide my six inches of boy flesh sticking straight up into the air. Much to my relief, Jer didn’t say anything- he just continued talking away for another half hour. My hard-on finally went down after about twenty minutes, and we soon dried off, put our shorts back on and headed back up to the house. We headed for the fridge and grabbed a couple more beers and went back out onto the deck. Jer, as usual, did most of the talking- just going on and on about his parents, his girlfriend and school. We talked until about midnight, and by then had finished off most of the beer and were feeling pretty drunk. Jer suddenly switched gears from talking about his girlfriend to talking about my sister’s new boyfriend, Doug. Doug was captain of the school football team, and most everyone at school considered him to be about the best looking guy around. Jer went on for a while about Doug and how he liked playing football with him and about what a good team leader he was. Suddenly, much to my surprise, Jer said, “I wish my gym locker was closer to Doug’s- he is really hot!” I just laughed and said, “I know! Before I left for Europe I accidentally walked into the downstairs game room when Doug and my sister were fucking on the couch. He’s at least eight inches!” Jer laughed, and went on some ten minutes more about Doug, finally saying he wished he were there to see Doug’s meat when I walked in on him and my sister. I went to the fridge and grabbed the last two beers. When I came back through the house, I found Jer lying on the couch inside. He had taken off the muscle shirt he was wearing and just had on that pair of loose, red shorts he usually wore in the summer. I sat down at the other end of the couch, lifting up Jer’s legs and putting them back down on my lap. I reached over to hand Jer the last beer, when I noticed a sizeable bulge had popped up in those red shorts. I pretended not to notice and sat silently for a minute looking out the window. The sight of that bulge started to get me hot again and soon I was getting hard myself. I nervously turned to Jer and said, “You know, everyone at school thinks you’re just as hot as Doug and I think they’re right.” Jer smiled and started to turn red. He then reached down and adjusted his shorts- his boy-meat was obviously starting to get harder and to push against the elastic on his waistband. I then reached down and pulled off my shirt. Jer laughed nervously and said, “You’re not so bad looking yourself. I noticed that hard-on you had down at the beach.” I quickly said. “It’s not near as big as what you have going on in there” pointing at his shorts. We sat silently for a minute or so, when I decided I couldn’t take it any more. I reached over and grabbed the bottom of Jer’s shorts, pulling them down to his knees. Jer’s bone had to be at least nine inches long. His shaft was smooth, thick and brown, ending in a bright red mushroom head with a small drop of pre-cum dripping from his piss hole. His bush was small, with a ridge of black hair heading up his smooth chest. His nipples were small, brown and rock hard. I just said “Whoa!” and smiled. To my surprise, Jer made no attempt to pull his shorts back up. He just lay there and started to gently massage his stomach. I slowly reached over and gently wrapped my hand around his rock-hard shaft. Jer fidgeted and said in a shaky voice, “What are you going to do about it?” I just smiled and started to work my hand around his massive shaft and small, hairy balls. Jer sighed, shifted around a bit and said, “That feels good.” I worked his shaft for about five minutes, watching his balls tighten up and his cock-head grow slightly. The pre-cum dripped onto his stomach, and immediately another pearl appeared from his piss hole. I reached down with my other hand, pulling down my shorts and exposing my shaft to Jer. He looked over and moaned “Nice cock!” and started fondling it with his foot. After another five minutes of that I softly said to Jer “I want to try something if you don’t mind.” Jer said, “Go for it.” I got up, and kneeled on the floor next to the couch, placing my mouth near Jer’s bulbous cock head. I then stuck out my tongue, gently licking the pre-cum from Jer’s cock. Jer shuddered at the touch of my tongue and said, “Suck my cock.” I slowly put his rock-hard nine inches into my mouth, working my tongue around the shaft while gently sucking. I started to slowly pump my own shaft with my free hand, while Jer reached over and started to massage my firm bottom. Jer started to work his hips up and down, pushing his shaft as far into my mouth as possible. Just before I felt Jer was ready to cum, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood up. I wet my fingers and lubed up my hole, and quickly straddled Jer. I lifted his cock head towards my hole, gently pushing it into my virgin butt. I winced in pain at first, but as his pole worked its way in, pleasure took over. Although I had sucked off one other boy just once before, I had never taken anyone up my hole. Jer moaned out, “It’s so tight and creamy!” reaching down to stroke my hard shaft. After only a minute, I yelled out “I’m going to shoot!” Wads of pearly white cream shot out of my dick and sprayed all over Jer’s face. I pulled him out of me, turned around and stuck Jer’s huge piece back into my mouth. Within seconds I could feel Jer’s load shooting down my throat and he moaned loudly. I pulled away from his cock, saying “Your cum tastes so sweet.” Jer then wiped my cum from his face with his finger and stuck it in his mouth, slowly sucking my boy juices in. “That does taste sweet!” exclaimed Jer, as I collapsed on top of him, our sweaty, naked bodies wrapping around each other. After fifteen minutes, I got up and lay down on the other couch, falling fast asleep. The next morning, I woke up. Jer was still asleep, lying on his back breathing slowly. His shaft was semi-hard, and he had one hand wrapped around it. I quietly went into the bathroom and showered. When I got out, I found Jer sitting on the couch, clothes on, looking silently out the window. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his knee. He looked at me and said, “We were really drunk last night. Did what I think happened really happen?” I said, “I guess so.” Jer said, “I’m not gay, you know- but I always thought that you might be and I… well, I don’t know.” I looked over to him and said, “I hear you. What happened last night will be our secret. I just want to thank you and tell you that you’re my best friend and always will be.” Jer smiled, slapped me on the knee, and said, “Welcome home! Now let’s go get some breakfast and hit the beach!” We laughed, got up, put our arms around each other’s shoulder and walked out the door. I never experienced Jer’s hot body in mine again, but I’ll never forget that night.
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