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The van den Broek family consists of father, mother and two sons. They live in a corner house of a three-under-one-roof in a provincial town somewhere on the west coast of the Netherlands. Next door to them lives another family with two sons. With a small difference; the neighbors' oldest son is much older than that of the van den Broek family. And the youngest son is more than a year younger than Jared, the family's benjamin. So there is a big age difference between the two children of the neighbors. And there is another difference that can be reported: the neighbors often argue. That mostly manifests itself in screaming and yelling indoors, but sometimes it’s so loud that the whole neighborhood can enjoy it. The arguing started when the children were little. Bjorn, the youngest son of the neighbors, ones was so scared that he hid among the conifers of the yard fence. Mother van den Broek saw that and had beckoned the neighbor boy into her kitchen to comfort him. Since then, Bjorn often came to the van den Broek family where order, peace and regularity prevailed. At the urging of his mother, Jared helped his neighbor boy with reading aloud, playing guitar and computer games.

Without anyone knowing about that, mother van de Broek took over the care for her neighbor boy a bit at times when his own mother was not able to do so. The neighbors were happy with that. So it could happen that the Bjorn was asked to get change into Jared clothes that he had outgrown. It was therefore quite normal for little Bjorn to occasionally hop around in his underwear in neighbor's house. Nobody bothered about that. Later, when the boys were a few years older, it went even further. That was sometime in the spring on a day with very nice weather. The mother had driven to the coast with Jared and Bjorn to play football on the beach for a few hours. Both wore swimming trunks from Jared. That day, a strangely shimmering layer had floated on the seawater. That's why Mother sent the two boys to the bathroom to take a shower when they got home. When they were alone in the bathroom naked, Bjorn had looked with interest at the little bush of pubic hair that Jared already had around his penis. He himself only had a few single hairs. It even led to Bjorn getting a stiff cock. In their play, Jared had held that stiff cock to help move Bjorn's tight foreskin over his head. Jared had demonstrated to himself how you can use the worm-like appendix as a toy by sliding the foreskin up and down over the glans. Bjorn was also allowed to try it with him. All innocent, but this must be told in order to understand what happened years later.

The neighbors were already divorced at the time and Jared had become a handsome adolescent. He did a lot of sports for his hobby. At least once a week, he went to the gym for strength training, invariably went to the pool on Tuesday night, and was a fan of cycling. He looked real good. What had already led to a courtship; he went with a girl from his class. One afternoon he came home sweaty after a bicycle ride in the dunes. As usual, he took off his wet clothes in the garage and then put on some clothes from the dirty laundry basket. Just as he was standing in his bare butt in the garage, Bjorn entered through the back door. The neighbor boy had earphones with which music crackled in his ears. As a result, he missed Jared's warning not to enter any further. Too late! Bjorn took out the earphones and stared, seemingly unmoved, at his grumbling neighbor who told him to knock and wait until he was called in. Jared had grown into a big boy. Bjorn had seen that in the few seconds it took his neighbor to fish and put on shorts from the laundry basket. But as I wrote before, the two boys were already used to each other since their childhood and a few moments later they just walked, as if nothing had happened, to the kitchen to pour a glass of lemonade. They were alone in the house.

Jared suggested playing a computer game in his bedroom, as they often did. It was a game in which they had to take turns. That gave Jared some time to freshen up and change while Bjorn was playing. Jared had left his bedroom door and the bathroom door, which were in line, in order to tell from the computer's sound how well his opponent was doing. Bjorn was more agile with computer games than Jared. He usually played long sessions. But apparently he was not concentrated enough that afternoon. He was finished soon, and Jared had to quickly put on clean underpants and rush back to the bedroom to pick up his turn behind the computer. The computer game demanded all his attention. Still, he noticed something was wrong with Bjorn. The boy behaved differently than usual. He looked at him tensely and with a slightly red head. Jared abandoned the computer game and turned his attention to him. "Is something wrong?" he asked worriedly. Bjorn denied with non-verbal communication. The boy sat on the bed, his arms crossed in front of him. Only then did Jared see it; Bjorn had an erection in his pants that he was anxiously trying to hide. The boy radiated a mixture of longing and shame. Jared was dumbstruck.

What should he do? Walk away? Bawl out Bjorn and send it away? Pretend nothing was wrong? Jared also didn't know for a moment… But Jared is no dumbbell and didn't take long to realize what was going on. Without a word being spoken, he walked over to the chest of drawers next to his bed to unpack clean sports shorts and put them on over his underpants. Then he crouched, a bit distant, sitting next to Bjorn on the bed, who was visibly struggling. Jared had put a hand on Bjorn's wrist, causing the two boys to hold hands. It was silent. The erection in Bjorn's pants was still not to be missed. "I shouldn't have walked around in my underpants," Jared said in such a way that it sounded almost questioning. Bjorn had to swallow for words and then replied “o yes” with a sour smile. Now they both had to smile. "You're so beautiful," Bjorn finally explained, after which the two boys held each other loosely on the bed. Jared ended it by giving his neighbor boy a kiss on the cheek, just as he had done with his first girlfriend. "Come on, let's turn off the computer and have a drink downstairs," he suggested and quickly put on a T-shirt.

After that incident, Bjorn started to avoid the house of the van den Broek family. And strangely, in bed at night Jared started thinking more and more about his neighbor. Was Bjorn gay? His thoughts went back to the time when Bjorn admired his early pubic hair and he had wrung the boy's foreskin over his stiff cock. Maybe Bjorn liked boys already then? Or perhaps it was his fault? He tried to imagine how it had developed after all these years and, to his own surprise, he found that he became increasingly excited at these thoughts. While he was masturbating, he imagined that both of them had completely undressed then, that afternoon that Bjorn had been sitting on his bed with an erection, and that they had touched each other everywhere. It even went so far as to fantasize that the wet thumb and forefinger of his hand formed the mouth of Bjorn moving up and down over the tip of his cock. If it is true that being in love means that you have to constantly think about that person and like to be around him, then you could safely say that Jared fell a bit in love with his boy next door. It was all so confusing, and Jared even started to wonder if it was bisexual himself. In the end he had to admit: he loved girls and only one boy. But that was also a special one; almost a half-brother. For a long time he brooded on a plan how to continue with this. But he couldn't think of anything. He didn’t dare to ask his parents for advice. They wouldn't understand. So how could he approach Bjorn to tell him that he also had feelings for him without making it even more painful for the boy?

That moment came when Jared got a new racing bike for his birthday. He involuntarily recalled what had happened to his trousers that had become too small for him. On the day of his birthday, when it became clear that Bjorn would not come on his own, Jared walked around the conifers of the yard fence - which had now formed a dense impenetrable hedge - and walked in to the neighbor invite her along with Bjorn, just as in previous years, to his birthday party that was already underway. Bjorn had been surprised and immediately went along. As they stepped out of the back gate onto the bike path that runs behind their gardens, Jared stopped his neighbor to say something, "I've been missing you for the past few weeks." It sounded more like a reproach. Bjorn no longer knew what to think and say, but was happy. He had also missed Jared.

That joy had only lasted a short time, however, until Jared introduced him to his girlfriend, who of course had also come to the party. Bjorn thought he understood: Jared wants to let me know that he doesn't mind what happened but that he likes girls. Bjorn had known the latter for a long time and yet a feeling of emptiness fell over him. He should hate the beautiful girlfriend, but he couldn't. He would have preferred to leave the party immediately. But Jared had another surprise in store. After admiring his new bicycle, Jared asked his neighbor boy, in the presence of the other partygoers, if he would like to take a bike ride through the dunes with him on Sunday afternoon. Bjorn could use his old bicycle. As they talked about it so openly, the plan grew little by little. At one point, Jared suggested going skinny dipping somewhere on a secluded beach. He told it as a joke, but it was clear to Bjorn that there was more to it. The way in which they had looked at each other briefly had also spoke volumes that had been illegible to the others. You clearly saw Bjorn revive. Of course he went along. There was another school friend at the party who also wanted to come along. But Jared kept it off handily. This Sunday Bjorn and he would go together alone. Just like in the old days going to the beach together.

That Sunday afternoon at the van den Broek family, Bjorn witnessed how Jared packed a backpack that he was going to take with him. Two apples, cans of lemonade, sandwiches, a large towel, sunscreen, rain vests, bicycle repair supplies and a large padlock to store the bikes safely, it all went in there. It became a heavy bag. Before Bjorn arrived, Jared had put two condoms and tissue paper in the front pocket on a whim. Of course they wouldn't need them, but Jared thought he should take them. If the opportunity arose they might use them when masturbating. Bjorn checked to make sure Jared hadn't forgotten to pack his swimming trunks. He shook his head no. He really didn't need it, even though they went to the beach. Bjorn should decide for himself, but he went without. Bjorn had already put on his swimming trunks under his sports pants at home. It was now too late to change that. Jared's father, meanwhile, had adjusted the old bike to Bjorn's height. Jared led the way in cycling. He knew the way. They passed signposts with place names such as Noordwijkerhout and Ruigenhoek and seemed to drive towards Zandvoort. But somewhere near the Amsterdam water supply dunes, they left the paved cycle path and dragged their bicycles up the dunes through the loose sand, towards the sea. They were attached to a pole there. They looked for a place to lie down against the dunes.

It was a day of cloud fields interspersed with clearings. But it remained dry. So that sunscreen and rain vests were unnecessary. This had the advantage that there were no sun worshipers on the beach. Only kite surfers on the water and hikers walking along the high tide line. They found a place to lie from where they could keep an eye on their bicycles. Jared set the example. He took off his T-shirt that was sweaty under the backpack to let it dry, waited for some hikers to pass, and then took off his cycling shorts. There he lay naked. There was no great excitement yet. But it was also beautiful to see at rest. Bjorn obediently followed his example and moments later they both lay naked on their sides, facing each other and looking at each other. Slowly you saw some growth in those two. Their hands found each other. Jared had crawled a little closer and started stroking Bjorn's torso, who in turn stroked Jared's hair. The next moment they huddled together and kissed each other in the neck. Their legs intertwined so that their young cocks chafed together. It was barely visible from the tide line that the two boys were busy. After shuffling enough, Jared said Bjorn was allowed to do anything he wanted today. He was allowed to touch him anywhere. Which Bjorn hesitated for a moment and then said, "But not here." He watched the walkers heading in their direction. Bjorn also knew the solution: "let us go into the dunes".

The pants were put on again and the rest packed in the bag. Where they had parked their bicycles, they climbed over the barbed wire fence and searched for a path between the dune grass and bushes as best they could until they reached a suitable dune pan. This had to be it. They both looked around suspiciously, but nobody could see them from here. An ideal spot. They removed twigs and rolled out the towel again. Now it had to happen. But what? Bjorn had been given carte blanche, but he went no further than just holding Jared firmly. Standing on their knees, the boys hugged each other with kisses on the shoulders and neck. Jared had hoped that Bjorn would take the initiative and that he just had to lie still. Now that he didn't, Jared wondered what he would do to his girlfriend in such a situation and left Bjorn on his back. He continued uncomfortably with stretching Bjorn's sports shorts. Bjorn helped by lifting his lower body a little. But things did not go smoothly yet. Bjorn's erection hooked behind the waistline as if he wanted to resist the exposure. They both laughed nervously. Jared also took off his cycling shorts himself. Bjorn had a big smile on his face. He clearly liked what happened. With one hand, Jared stroked Bjorn's chest, and after some hesitation it went further down to massage the stiff cock. It had changed a lot since the last time he touched it.

It all turned out differently than Jared had imagined. Bjorn's cock was slightly slimmer than his, but it felt great. With his thumb he smeared the pre-cum that leaked from the young glans. Jared was not sure if he would blow the cock. And if that was even possible now that it was so wet. Didn't a condom have to be put on first? He thought of his girlfriend again. She had not yet sucked his cock. But would he want her to do it when he was in Bjorn's situation? If she could do it to him without condom, he could do it to Bjorn. He overcame his doubts and blew Bjorn's cock in a way that he thought was best. Bjorn groaned and squirmed, and after a few minutes he reached between Jared's legs with his hand to look for his cock. To gain access there, Jared had to sit up and stop what he was doing. Bjorn rolled onto his side and reached over to take Jared's cock in his mouth. Jared crawled slightly on his knees to him, slowly fucking the eager mouth that moved over his cock. With both hands he supported and stroked Bjorn's head. It was wonderful. It was clear that Bjorn liked to do this too. If Jared hadn't stopped the boy in time by keeping his head firmly still, he would have cum in his mouth.

Jared also helped Bjorn to his knees again. "If you want I have a condom," he confided. Bjorn watched Jared take them out of the front pocket of the backpack and put them on the towel for him. "Have you ever sucked another boy before?" asked Jared. Bjorn shook no. "But I been fucked a few times by Sven when I was younger," he just threw out. Jared looked surprised. Sven is Bjorn's older brother. Bjorn saw the surprise and started to tell. “When mom and dad argued, dad had to sleep on the couch. But that didn't always go well. Especially if the argument lasted several days. Then he got back pain and I had to give up my bed and go to sleep with Sven. One night I lay on my stomach next to Sven and woke up feeling that he was stroking my back and buttocks. I pretended not to notice and was still asleep. I enjoyed being caressed. Sven gently slid my pajama bottoms and underpants slightly and tickled between my buttocks, finally poking my ass with a fingertip. It stayed with that the first night. ” There was a short pause.

"But it went on the next night," Jared guessed. “Yes” answered Bjorn. "But since then I never wore underpants under my pajamas when I went to sleep with Sven." Jared frowned again. “I enjoyed sleeping with Sven. Finally there was someone at our house who was kind to me. I was so jealous of you with your parents. You can't believe that.” “The night after, Sven smeared something cold between my buttocks. I now know it was petroleum jelly because I found the jar behind his desk later. I pretended to be asleep again. But that was hard to sustain when Sven lay on me and pressed his cock up my ass. The first few times it hurt because I didn't know how to relax yet. But I still wouldn't have missed it. Sven knew I was awake and whispered sweet words to me. Later it got better and I started to enjoy it even more. Perhaps the best part was that Sven held me all night after that. It was the few moments in my youth that I really felt happy and secure. At the time, I was almost happy when mom and dad argued. ” Jared had listened speechlessly. His cock had gone completely limp. "Did it stop when your parents got divorced?" Jared asked curiously. “Shortly after father left, Sven also moved into rooms. He only came home on weekends. But then he soon had a girlfriend and I was no longer interesting for him”. It was very quiet in the dunes.

The boys looked at each other in silence. Jared could only guess what went through his neighbor boy's head and finally said, "Sorry, but I can't do that." Bjorn smiled. "You said I was allowed to do anything I wanted today." Again the boys held each other tightly. If only they didn't have to look at each other. Jared felt Bjorn's heart beat and how he slowly relaxed in his arms. "What would you have wanted to do today?" Jared asked after a few minutes. “I would like you to hold me tight with your arms around me from behind. That's all,” said Bjorn. Jared couldn't refuse that. Bjorn turned and standing on their knees and Jared pulled the boy tightly him. Swaying on their knees, their lips found each other as Bjorn turned his head to the side. It happened without thinking. With closed eyes, Jared kissed Bjorn over his shoulder as if it were his girlfriend. When Jared stroked the smooth stomach in front of him, Jared accidentally bumped Bjorn's cock which was straight up again. This led to Jared gently massaging the hard smooth head with three fingertips, and it was not long before his own cock pressed against Bjorn's buttocks in full erection. Who felt that too, of course. After turning it on extra by stroking it with his buttocks, Bjorn put his hand between them and pointed Jared's stiff cock down between his thighs. By squeezing his thighs, the cock was squeezed between them. Jared had to spread his knees a bit to lower himself, but managed to slowly move his cock up and down between the legs in a fucking motion. In a slow gimbal those two stood there for minutes together. "Do you like it?" asked Bjorn. "Yes," Jared replied with relief. It went on in silence.

"I would like to feel you inside me," Bjorn suddenly broke the silence. Jared had stopped the fucking movements in shock and pulled his cock out of the thighs. You saw him doubt again. "Is that possible without petroleum jelly?" Jared asked finally. Indirectly indicate that he would be willing to do so now. Jared had become horny because of the warm flesh around his cock. Bjorn saw his chance and smeared it over the big hard cock with his thumb. Without further explanation, he brought some extra spit with his fingers on Jared’s glans and in his own anus. He was ready. Arched slightly, reached for Jared's cock behind and pointed it between his buttocks. By holding Jared’s upper legs and pushing his butt back a little, the glans jerked past the sphincter. Then left it to Jared to finish it. Jared stroked the arched back in front of him, slowly sliding his cock deeper into the butt. Bjorn had laid his head back on his neck, as if he were praying to heaven with his eyes closed. After getting used to the cock in his body, Bjorn stood up on his knees again with his back to Jared's chest. "Oh, this feels so good," he whispered with a sigh. With his arm up around his head, he reached back to pull Jared's head forward. They kissed over Bjorn’s shoulder again. It was now Bjorn who set the pace by moving his butt back and forth over Jared's stiff pole. This felt so much better. Their bodies seemed made for each other. The breathing became so heavy that they eventually had to stop kissing. Cheek to cheek, they looked at each other from the corners of their eyes. Bjorn enjoyed an almost plaintive sigh that echoed silently across the dunes. It also felt great for Jared.

There, somewhere in the dunes on the provincial border between North and South Holland, two neighboring boys sat on their knees in a dune pan close to each other on a Sunday afternoon. The front boy was slowly fucked in the ass while the rear boy jerked him off at the same pace with an arm around him. Both their bodies were shaking as the moment approached. They came almost simultaneously. Most of the seed of the front boy spurted lost in the dune sand and on the towel under them. The bit that spilled on the back boy's hand was tasty licked off by him. At the same time, his own spermatozoid held a competition in the rectum of the front boy, looking in vain for an egg to fertilize. So biologically, it had all been wasted energy. Despite this, the boys walked back to their bikes glad and happy. No one knows if they returned there together in that dune pan. But what do you think?