Published: 16 Jun 2022

Jake got up from his seat in the waiting room and paced the floor again. The flight was already 45 minutes late and he was ready to jump out of his skin. He knew that it wasn’t cool for a teenager to show this much excitement about the arrival of another guy, but he was going nuts with anticipation.

His friendship with Jacques had begun some five years earlier when Jake had had the chance to be an exchange student in France for three weeks. He had learned a form of French in his early childhood and had been thrilled at the prospect of actually going to France.

After getting a Coke from a nearby concession stand, he sat down and let his mind wonder back to that first meeting. He remembered the long plane trip with other kids from his city. He thought back on the fatigue mixed with anticipation, and the exhilaration of seeing a French boy his own age holding a sign with his name on it as he exited the 747 in Paris.

Jacques was to be his host and constant companion during his stay. Jacques was adorable by anyone’s standards. He was slim, but with a soft face. He had black hair and piercing blue eyes. His skin tone made him look like he had a perpetual tan. But it was the eyes surrounded by long curly lashes that drew people to the cherubic face. Jacques made Jake feel like jelly inside.

Jake was only a little darker than his host. He was blessed with all of the best qualities of his mixed heritage. His mother had been half Creole and his father Caucasian. He had ended up with a café au lait complexion, fine features, and slightly full, pouty lips. His eyes were green. His build was much like that of Jacques. Both were beginning to lose their baby fat and becoming more angular with the onset of puberty. Jake was as stunning in Jacques’ eyes and Jacques was in his, but Jake didn’t know it at that point in time.

The two boys took to each other immediately. Jacques’ mother, Marie, beamed as the boys chattered away in bits of broken English and French. Both were trying to impress each other with the ability to converse in each other’s native tongue and neither was doing an especially good job of it.

During that first dinner, Jake was so sleepy that he could hardly hold his head up. Then about 3:00 AM, he found himself wide awake in the bed that he shared with Jacques. There was quite a bit of light coming in from a streetlamp, and Jake found himself studying the sleeping form beside him.

Both boys had chosen to sleep in their underwear. Since the bed was warm with two young bodies in it, they had kicked back the covers in their sleep. Jake was able to get a good look at his snoozing host. What he saw gave him a stirring that was somewhat strange to him. He couldn’t understand why his young loins were heating up. When his eyes strayed to the crotch of Jacques’ briefs, Jake was impressed with the size of the bulge there. Evidently Jacques was experiencing one of those dreams that Jake had recently started to have. Sometimes if he awakened in the middle of one, he felt like he needed to pee, but then didn’t have to by the time he got to the bathroom.

Jake had felt horny only a few times in his young life. He had experienced the feeling at the pool last summer when an older boy had paraded around the locker room with a hardon exclaiming something about putting his best foot forward. The other boy had definitely been aroused and that had made Jake bone up in is swim trunks.

Another recent time that Jake had had these feelings was when he was working at stretching his foreskin. Unlike most of his buddies, Jake was uncut. His father was also uncut and had insisted on letting his son be “natural.” That was fine, but no one had taught him to pull back the hood and wash there. He had developed a slight infection and the doctor had threatened to remove his prepuce if he didn’t practice better hygiene.

At first, it hurt quite a bit to pull back the foreskin since Jake usually developed a stiffy when he practiced. He found that pulling the skin back and forth made him feel great. He decided to practice a lot. Even after the skin of his hood moved freely, he felt the need to keep working on it. After all, practice makes perfect!

In the dim light of the Paris apartment, Jake reached over and cupped his host’s package. It felt good. Jake felt naughty! The sleeping boy beside him gave out a contented sigh. Jake froze in place for a few minutes until he was certain that Jacques was still asleep. Then, he tentatively slipped his hand under the waistband of Jacques’ briefs. This was even better. Jake was shaking with fear and anticipation as he came in contact with the hard young cock. This was the first time he had ever felt someone else’s private parts. He was pleased to find that Jacques, like he, was uncircumcised.

Finally, Jake slipped his hand into his own underwear and “practiced” on his foreskin until he relaxed enough for sleep to overtake him once more.

The next morning, both boys slept late. It was Sunday and Jacques’ parents didn’t awaken the boys for church. Actually, they weren’t that faithful in attending, but had vowed to do better when their guest was there. Of course, they could use Jake’s jet lag as a valid excuse for not going this Sunday.

Jake was rousing, but kept his eyes closed and faked sleep for a while. Jacques was awake and had decided to do a bit of looking himself. He liked what he saw. He couldn’t resist touching Jake’s chest. He ran his fingers over the little nipples. For his part, Jake could barely keep from crying out in pleasure. That stirring in his loins was present again. He was beginning to build a rather respectable tent in his shorts. Jacques noticed. He reached down and caressed the rising flesh. Jake gave an involuntary shudder and it was Jacques’ turn to freeze.

Jake opened his eyes and grinned broadly letting his companion know that he wasn’t upset. Jacques let out a sigh of relief. Both boys giggled and then tentatively touched each other’s crotches while looking each other directly in the eye.

It was a brief moment of mutual exploration and beginning lust, but it was to make a lasting impression. It was a real icebreaker. After that, the two young guys felt completely relaxed around each other. Nothing that one did ever offended the other.

During the three weeks in Paris, they taught each other the few “naughty” words that they knew in their respective native languages so they could be bi-lingual in their dirty talk. It was a true cultural exchange.

A couple of weeks later, Jake got to play host when Jacques came to his house. Jake’s household wasn’t a typical one. His mother had walked out nearly eight years before. She’d had enough of motherhood and had wanted to party. Fortunately for Jake, she hadn’t gotten into drugs until after he was born.

Jake’s mother had been too young when she discovered that she was pregnant. Jake’s father, Tim, had been a little tipsy when he had taken Cassandra to bed trying to prove his manhood. It hadn’t been a great experience for him and he wouldn’t have continued the relationship had he succeeded in planting his seed that first time. He had done “the right thing” despite the fact that he wasn’t ready for parenthood either. He had proved to be the more stable parent and had been awarded sole custody when the inevitable divorce came. His family had disowned their only son for living with a woman of “color” and life had not been easy.

Tim had provided the best home that he could. He worked hard to support his boy while completing night classes to gain a degree in electrical engineering. Now, he was affluent enough to have a comfortable home and hire a weekly cleaning service. He owned a minivan and a late model Mazda Miata, but his life was lonely except for the company of his wonderful son.

It hadn’t been a problem for Jake that his mother was gone. He really didn’t miss her. His dad had always been the one to care for him whenever he wasn’t with the daycare lady.

At an early age, Jake had learned to run the washer and dryer. He knew how to separate colors and how to remove spots. He didn’t mind being of help; especially when his father praised his efforts. He was even learning to cook a little.

The move to Iowa had proved to be a good one. Jake felt at home there. People didn’t pick on him because of his racial mixture. They did tease him about his Louisiana accent, but he worked hard to change that and was soon speaking like a Midwestern native.

The open spaces of the small city in Iowa had been a real awakening for Jacques. He had never felt so liberated! He could ride a bicycle without much fear of traffic. The boys were allowed to roam freely all over the neighborhood and beyond. It was awesome.

If anything, the boys had become closer during the American phase of the exchange. Jake’s room had been set up with twin beds so that he could have his buddies sleep over. But after the first night, the boys slept together in one bed. It was crowded, but they loved cuddling together. They were careful to mess up both beds so that their sleeping arrangements were not apparent. If Tim noticed, he didn’t say anything.

Sometime during the first week, Jacques mentioned that he often slept naked. Jake was eager to try. From then on, the boys enjoyed the feeling of each other’s bare skin as they nestled together.

When two boys experiencing the onset of raging hormones are snuggling naked in a twin bed, something has to give! It started slowly with lying on their sides rubbing their hot young bodies together and ended with mutual masturbation. When they reached the point at which both thought they were going to piss in the bed, they stopped; but not for long. They decided to go to the bathroom and stand by the stool and continue their playing. If, indeed, they did urinate, no mess would be made in the bed.

Continuing proved to be even more exciting. With the light on in the bathroom, they could see each other’s expressions of lust as well as each other’s hard cock. Soon, they were breathing irregularly and moaning slightly as they sped their way to their first wet orgasm. There wasn’t a lot of jizz, but the sticky fluid definitely wasn’t urine. They embraced each other tightly in appreciation as well as for stability since both had become weak in the knees.

”That was the most awesomest thing I have ever feeled!” said Jacques in his attempt at American slang.

“I’ve never felt anything that good before either.” was Jake’s reply. “Wanna do it again?”

“Oui, but I has to rest some first.”

So, the boys climbed back in bed together.

Jake may have been confused about what an orgasm was, but he had learned some other things from overhearing locker room talk. He knew that some older boys claimed to have had their penises sucked by their girlfriends. When he was younger, Jake had thought that something like that was nasty. Now, he wasn’t so sure. He decided to see if Jacques would go for some kissing and then maybe he would work his way down to the “prize.”

Jake kissed Jacques on the cheek and Jacques responded in kind. Next, Jake went for Jacques’ lips. The latter hesitated for a moment and then began kissing back passionately. Since it was getting late and there was school the next day, the boys went back to stroking each other and soon brought each other to a second, nearly dry, climax. Jacques turned on his side and Jake cuddled him from behind with his softening cock nestled against his buddy’s behind. They slept soundly.

They slept so soundly that they did not hear the alarm in the morning. Tim went to wake them and was greeted by the sight of two naked boys cuddled together sporting morning wood. He was taken aback, but pulled himself together enough to back out and knock loudly. The boys scrambled. Jacques dived into his own bed before Jake responded with: “Come in.”

Tim told them it was high time to be up and dressed for school and that breakfast was waiting. Then he made a hasty exit. When he got downstairs to the kitchen he sat down and smiled wistfully. Was this just a stage his son was going through, or did he inherit some of his father’s tendencies?

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