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Caught in Meppel
My name is Jeroen de Jong and in my last story I told you that I grew up in a small town in the North of the Netherlands called Meppel. Living there was like living in a close-knit, cozy corner of the world. It's a small town, so you get used to seeing familiar faces wherever you go. Whether you're at the local bakery or the town square, you always bump into someone you know. The downside is that there is very little you can do without anyone finding out.
One of the things I loved most about growing up in Meppel was how close we were to nature. I remember riding my bike through endless fields and small forests, with the crisp Dutch air in my face. Like elsewhere in the Netherlands, cycling is practically second nature here, and as a kid, I'd spend hours riding with friends, exploring little canals and open countryside. You'd think living in a smaller town would feel limiting, but it never did. The landscapes around Meppel were like a giant playground.
School was a big part of that small-town feeling too. I went to the same school with many of the same friends for years, and we became more like family than classmates. The teachers knew everyone's names and knew our families, and you couldn't just be another face in the crowd. There were local festivals and events throughout the year too. I especially remember.
Hans was my best friend, and we had our first sexual encounter on a trip to Amsterdam. I will never forget that conversation: "I do it at least twice a day, if I can do it more, I do. I learned how to do it through porn on my phone. How often do you do it?" I asked. I'm an addict he said. I love doing it. I do it as much as possible. I didn't tell Hans that I was gay and that I loved dicks, I thought that might scare him. Hans reached out and touched my dick. He then gripped it and slowly wanked it. That gave me the courage to do the same thing to him.
We climbed off the bunk and took off our undies. We both stood there naked and for a moment I did not know what to do. But I needn't have worried because Hans grabbed my dick and started to wank me. I grabbed his dick, which was bigger than mine and started to wank him. He then surprised me and kissed me briefly, and my heart raced faster. His breath smelled like beer. I kissed him and my mouth lingered on his. I felt his tongue come into my mouth and that excited me more. At that moment I felt his dick jerking and he was breathing faster, and I felt his warm cum shooting onto my body. He then surprised me again when he went down on his knees and took my dick into his mouth. The feeling was indescribable, and I shot my load into his mouth. Hans surprised me again and swallowed my cum. He stood up and threw his arms around me and hugged me. Our flaccid dicks touched, and my sticky tummy touched his.
We wrapped our towels around our waists and headed to the communal shower to clean up. When we returned to our room Hans stood and hugged me again and m dick grew hard in no time against his. We kissed again, his hands slipped down onto my arse cheeks and squeezed. I did the same to him. We stood there again and wanked each other and shot our loads before hitting the sack.
After the encounter in Amsterdam, we got together whenever we could. It was hard in a small place like Meppel. There were eyes everywhere and we had to be discreet. We sometimes met up in my room when my family was out, and we also sucked each other off when we had sleepovers.
I remember the first time we met in a bathroom at school where I sat on the toilet seat and Hans stood in front of me with his trousers around his ankles. I held his arse cheeks while I engulfed his dick in my mouth. There was a knock at the door and someone asked: "is er iemand binnen?" I said that I was busy, and Hans shot his load which I swallowed, and we cleaned up and quickly cleared out of the toilet.
Things changed dramatically one afternoon. Hans and I were alone at his house. We were in his room; the door was closed, and we were naked on his bed in a 69 position. I had his beautiful dick in my mouth, and he had mine in his. I distinctly remember the musky smell as I played with his pubic hair. He explored my hole with his finger and the sensation was great. We kept stopping to prolong the experience. There was a knock at the bedroom door, and we didn't have time to stop, as his sister came in and caught us naked with our dicks in each other's mouths. She gasped and stood there staring, for a moment as we jumped up to grab our clothes. She turned and ran out. I left the house once I was dressed and cycled home. My mind was filled with confusing thoughts as I worried what she would do. Hans told me afterward that she made a deal with him. In exchange for her silence, she forbade him from ever going to my house and me from going to his. It was a terrible deal, but we accepted it as we had no choice. We met in the bathrooms regularly where we mainly wanked together.