Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2006 12:18:01 +0200
From: freudz@hush.com
Subject: Behind the Dutch Mountains 1 (m/m, m/b, m/g, mast, oral, nipple)

Behind the Dutch mountains

By Freudz(c)


This tale is based on (un)true facts. After I published
`Valley in the Dutch mountains' a story in which my three
years younger friend Patrick and I experience an exciting
afternoon with a German man, I received many nice comments
and kind requests for a sequel about the older Patrick. In
the next three parts I will reveal how Patrick and I met
fifteen years later and how it turned into a sort of family
reunion. If this is too much for you I suggest you get back
to your sudoku. Comments are welcome at freudz@hush.com


Part 1


A man in an orange coat lowered a white flag. Six horses and
the same number of jockeys took off under the loud cheering
of a big crowd. Both sides of the main street of a small
Northern Dutch village were packed with people. One could
hardly move. I must have been very bored that day to visit
the annual country fair in the Village I had grown up. It
had been twelve years since the last-time that I'd gone
there.

Every year people from the whole region would come to this
country fair. It was a like a reunion. A place where you
could bump into old classmates and friends. Not that I was
so interested in meeting them. In my youth I had all ready
experienced enough of their rude and small town mentality.
Since I had left twelve years ago I had developed a more
cosmopolitan attitude and lifestyle. Although I still have
mixed feelings about that village it's afact that some of my
hottest experiences took place in that environment.

In the blue sky there wasn't a cloud in sight. It was one of
those bright sunny days of which Holland has a structural
deficit. Whole families represented by several generations
were passing by. My interest was evoked especially by all
the beautiful boys around me. Because of the heat most of
them wore nothing but a pair of shorts and a T-shirt or even
better a white tank top. For hours I could have gazed at
their hairless legs round butts and tight shorts. Some boys
were sucking a lollypop. The candy hardly fitted in their
small mouths. Other boys absently rubbed or scratched their
crotches.


Suddenly I noticed him. About twelve feet away from me a
blond Angelic boy was sitting on a wall. Apparently he was
sitting there by himself. I guess he wasn't really watching
the horse races. His beautiful big blue eyes were looking
around like if he was bored. Given his small body I
estimated him to be about eight years old. He wore a blue
tank top and red shorts with wide legs. Although he had a
nice soft and white skin the sun had given him a nice tan.
Besides that I was charmed by his appearance there was also
something familiar about him.


His small pale feet and toes were held together by brown
leather straps of his sandals. One skinny leg was lifted up.
Through the wide leg of the shorts I could see the white
fabric of his briefs. As if I was attracted by a magnet I
just had to get a better view. Slowly I moved through the
crowd in his direction until I was about 3 feet away from
him. Indeed the white fabric showed a small bulge in the
front. I could nearly touch him. Fortunately I wore tight
briefs so my raging boner wasn't visible in my short
trousers.


As it was just him and me at the wall and no other people
within six feet it didn't take long before we looked each
other in the eyes. I asked him if he was bored and he
confirmed that. His blue eyes and angelic aura made me melt
on the spot. He told me that his parents had taken his
sisters and him to this country fair. He had rather stayed
at home to play with his computer games. Right after arrival
he had gotten into an argument with his parents.


They had grounded him on this spot and would pick him up
later. In the meantime it got crowdyer at the wall and I was
pressed against him. Because of this I could not only
examine him better but my arm also touched the tender white
skin of his legs. His boy smell was fresh with a hint of
soap. The people that were standing on all sides around us
were predominately focused on the race. Unnoticed I could
slip a hand in my trousers to reposition my rock hard tool
which had been fold all this time.


He was in the middle of telling about his latest computer
game when all of a sudden he stretched his neck and looked
at someone in the crowd. He raised his hand and shouted his
location to his father. Although I hadn't done anything
wrong to the boy I was a aware of the short-minded local
mentality. So I prepared myself for a quick and silent
retreat. I guess I took too long saying `goodbye' to this
boy because seconds later his father was standing right in
front of me.


Firstly he looked at his son. Then he looked me straight in
the eyes almost studying me. My mind was working in high
speed making up possible explanations for my interest in his
son. His eyes widened and he gave me a big smile. Suddenly I
recognized him too. It was Patrick my `brother in crime'
from my childhood. We had experienced the naughtiest things
together. We hugged each other dearly. Astonished the boy
watched the scenery that took place in front of him.


Patrick had come to the country fair with his wife and
children. The boy was his oldest son and had his fathers
features. It soon became clear to me why the little boy had
attracted me in the first place. Patrick preceded us to the
terrace where his wife and daughters were sitting. The
blond woman was in her late twenties. Even after three
pregnancies she was a good looker. The two daughters of
eight and five had the same angelic appearance as their
brother. As the oldest girl and the boy were about the same
height I asked if they were twins.


Everybody laughed at me. The boy was already ten years old
and just a bit short for his age. I remembered that Patrick
had also started growing when he was way into puberty. Well
that small boy of then had become a big man. More than a
head taller than I was. The tight blue tank top accentuated
his muscular chest and arms. His hairy legs came together in
white tight shorts. One just like his son was wearing. The
big bulge in the front showed that his little pecker of then
had grown too.


At the age of twenty seven he had the features of a young
blond Adonis. His sparkling blue eyes and seductive smile
with dimples in his cheeks were appealing to me. Even since
the last time fifteen years ago he could make me hard just
by looking at me. The children had inherited the beautiful
features of their parents. The more I examined the boy the
more I saw the striking resemblance with his father at that
age. My mind was spinning with shots of memories and
fantasies I'd had about Patrick since we parted.


It had been a very cozy and joyful afternoon. As if they
were talking about the weather Patrick and his wife
explained that they had divorced a year ago. Since then they
had been living separately. The children lived mainly with
their mother and went to their father in the weekends or
holidays. They had agreed to go somewhere as a family at
least twice a  year. Although their mutual understanding was
well they only spoke each other concerning the children.


It was a summer holiday and the next week the children would
stay at their fathers. Patrick invited me to visit him and
his children. He wouldn't go out anyway so my company would
be more than welcome. I surely was more than willing to take
his invitation. I wanted to recall some more memories with
him in private. Besides I also wanted to meet his son again.
My cock had been throbbing and leaking. With my backpack I
slightly covered my bulge and shook everybody's hands.
Patrick hugged me tightly. Hereby he pressed the backpack in
my juicy groin. Suppressing a moan I had to untangle myself
from his strong arms and I disappeared in the crowd.


The whole week afterwards I could only think of all the sexy
games we had played as boys. The `borrowed' porn magazines
of my brother were a relentless source of inspiration. How
it had turned me on to feel his little mouth sucking on my
dick and see his pink tongue play with my nipples or toes. I
loved sucking his little white dick and balls and pink
puckered hole or seeing my coffee brown boy dick disappear
between his pale buns and feeling him shooting his first cum
in me.


Especially that one afternoon when we he was eight and I
eleven years old. We had met a German nudist on the beach
(see: Valley in the Dutch Mountains). He had taught us all
these new things such like: French kissing, nudism and feet
and nipple fetish. Ever since that afternoon we kissed each
other with our tongues and played with our nipples. Fucking
each other between the feet was our favorite until we
started fucking for real.


Our friendship had suddenly ended when his family moved to
another part of the country. Even though I had a girlfriend
at the time my heart broke nevertheless. We had always
declared to each other that we both were actually straight.
We were just in a phase. Afterwards I realized that I had
been madly in love with Patrick all these years. He had also
never left my mind. Even many years later I thought
regularly of him. Also during jerk off sessions he would be
the object of my fantasies.


The next friday I left my office late in the afternoon and
drove directly to the small town in the north of Holland. In
less than an hour I was standing at the front door of a
middle class family house. His oldest daughter opened the
door and welcomed me with a very cute smile. They had
just finished diner and Patrick was washing and cleaning in
the kitchen. He greeted me warmly with a big hug and asked
me to have a sit in the living room. He would follow later
after washing the dishes.


The living room was nicely decorated. True bachelor style
one wall was dominated by a wide screen television; for
television and games. On the opposite side of the room
Patrick's children were sitting on the couch and watched
television. The boy stood up and gave me to my surprise a
big hug. The hairs of the boy and girl were wildly sticking
out all directions. They probably had been playing the
afternoon. To my delight the boy was wearing nothing besides
a pair of white shorts. How I enjoyed seeing his small chest
and tiny nipples. Though skinny his abs were clearly
showing.


Gladly I sat myself between those two beautiful creatures on
the couch. I wondered where the youngest girl was and her
sister explained that she was with their mum like she
sometimes did. Although my preference goes to boys I had to
admit that she looked sexy in her mini skirt. With her
naughty and playful appearance she could have easily been
taken for a little boy. Like little girls do unashamed she
was sitting on the couch with her knees wide open.


Through the large mirrored wall on the opposite side of the
room I could glance between her legs. The tiny tight pink
briefs covered her baby cunt. Not as hot like a boys little
bulge but still very exciting. The mirrored wall also gave
me a good view of the boy who was sitting on my other side.
He had both legs pulled up to his chest and he was holding
both ankles. Unfortunately I couldn't see anything more of
his crotch.


Patrick entered the living room with a tray with coffee and
tea. He was delighted to see me. The past two years had been
very heavy for him. Our spontaneous meeting had done him
well. He had been looking forward to this day the whole week
just like I had done. We played some board game with the
children. Each time one of us lost a game Patrick and I
would wink at each other. In the old days we had played a
lot of naughty games. Besides strip poker we had also played
this board game.


Our special rule was that losing a game meant losing a piece
of clothing. Of course the children weren't aware of all
this. They were totally focused on the game. They shared the
good sense of humor but also the competitiveness with their
father. Patrick indicated that it was almost bed time. But
first the children had to take showers. I was already
preparing to say goodnight to them when Patrick invited me
to come with them upstairs.


While he would shower them we could talk some more. With a
wink he added that the kids just like their parents weren't
prude about their bodies. It was hard for me to hide my
excitement as I followed the family upstairs to the
bathroom. Patrick was in the cabin adjusting the taps to
the right temperature. The boy and girl had taken off their
clothes in the laundry room and came running butt naked into
the bathroom.


As Patrick had said they didn't show any shyness about their
bodies. The boy's little pecker seemed smaller than his
father's had been. His ball sack on the contrary was
proportionally bigger just like his dad. I was especially
struck by his pale dimpled buns. They brought back some good
memories and gave me new fantasies at the same time. I felt
my dick throb when I saw the small buns disappear under the
water jets of the shower.


He rinsed all sides of his body. I remember that I saw him
peeing on the floor. Flows of boy pee rushed out of this
little pecker. Patrick motioned his son to come out of the
shower so that he could soap him. With a washcloth he soaped
the tender body of the boy. After he had soaped every spot
including the small feet and little toes he went allover
again with his bare hand. When I saw him moving his fingers
between the white buns I felt my cock started to leak.


The little pecker had become hard to a mere two inches.
Patrick held the miniature dick in his soap coated hand. He
pulled back the foreskin and cleaned the gland. He winked at
me and asked `if I also thought that it was quite big for
his age?' I quickly understood his intention and with
my hand on my heart I could honestly reassure the boy that
`it was a good size for his age'. Satisfied by our approval
the boy went back under the shower to rinse the soap of his
body.


While he turned his body around in the cabin I saw the foam
flowing from his head down his back and dissolve between his
buns. My eyes focused to the point where the water beam was
broken by his hard little member. Far too soon he was ready
to be dried by his father. In the meantime the little girl
went under the shower. Roughly Patrick dried his son with a
large towel. The little pecker was swinging in all
directions. And off he went to his bedroom.


The girl received the same treatment as her brother. Her
little butt was much rounder than her brother's. Carefully
Patrick cleaned between the two buns. Also in the front he
cleaned her not fully opened slit. He wasn't so generous
with the soap on those parts and rinsed them immediately
using the showerhead. She was clearly enjoying it. She was
giggling and her eyes were sparkling of joy. Although it
probably wasn't meant erotic It had a tantalizing effect on
my cock. She took the showerhead in her little hands and
aimed the massaging jet at her slit.


Although she wasn't masturbating she clearly knew what she
was doing down there. After some time Patrick motioned her
to come out of the shower. Carefully he dried her small
body. He then asked her to wish me `goodnight'. I presented
her my cheek but she turned her head along with mine.
Instead she pressed her little pink lips right on my mouth.
Indeed she did not put her tongue in but nevertheless she
took me by surprise. Patrick laughed out loud at his little
lolita. He said that she only did this to a few male
friends.


In the meantime the boy had appeared at the bathroom door.
He was wearing his Spiderman pajamas which he obviously
gladly wanted show to me. Patrick explained that they
usually slept in the nude but that the children were taught
to wear at least something downstairs. The boy didn't
want to kiss me but instead give me a hug ` like men did'.
How delightful it was to hold him close to me and smell his
'baby shampoo' hairs and feel  his little arms closing
around my neck.


While I descended the stairs our eyes remained locked to one
another. His legs were slightly opened and exactly where his
legs met there was a little hole in his pajamas. The white
skin of his small sack even bulged out a bit. Unfortunately
I only got a glimpse of it. Patrick called me and asked if I
wanted to get some beers from the fridge. A bit overwhelmed
I sat down on the couch and analyzed all the emotions and
feelings that were playing with my head. `Was it just my
lust or was this family expressing some secret sensuality
that I was receiving?


Some time later Patrick came downstairs and joined me on the
couch. From his wet hairs I concluded that he had just taken
a quick shower. He wore a bathrobe. As I had driven to him
straight from the office I told him that I could also use a
shower. Of course he didn't object to this and even invited
me to sleep over. He demonstrated that the couch that we
were sitting on was also a sleeper. I winked at him and
said that I could sleep everywhere in the house.


He answered that it wasn't a big deal to him butt that he
wasn't sure about his children's reaction. He definitely
didn't want his children to tell on him to his ex wife. He
preceded me to the bathroom. On the stairs his bathrobe fell
open. In a flash I saw his big hairy sack. Later in the
shower I wondered what his dick would look like after all
these years. Whereas I was soaping my body Patrick walked in
to give me a towel and a bathrobe.


Admiringly he whistled softly and said that I had a
beautiful body and tan. Although he couldn't have missed my
hardening cock. For some reason he avoided this part of my
body. This puzzled me. `Had he become shy or what?' At that
point I wasn't sure anymore where our reunion would lead
to. `Was it all my projection my fantasies my memories?'
Somewhat disappointed by these new events my hardness
subsided.


Patrick had quickly gone downstairs and I finished my shiwer
shortly afterwards. Before going downstairs I decided to
hang my towel to dry in the laundry room. Hereby I passed
the opened doors to the children's bedrooms. I could hear
that they were soundly asleep. In the laundry room
my eyes were drawn to the pile of dirty clothes. On top of
the pile I saw the little white briefs of the boy.  Using
both hands I spread out the small fabric. I felt my dick
getting hard again.


One hardly noticeable little skidmark showed where his boy
hole had been all day. I didn't see any yellow stains on the
front side. I brought the fabric to my nose and enjoyed his
delicious boy smell. Just a whiff of urine. I took a piece
in my mouth and sucked on it. With my eyes closed I
massaged my throbbing cock with my other hands. I wished I
could have taken the white briefs but I concluded that it
wasn't appropriate. After a last deep sniff I sped myself
downstairs.


When I entered the living room I saw that the curtains were
closed. Wisely I had put on my tight boxers underneath the
bathrobe. Patrick couldn't see anything of my arousal. He
was laying on the couch watching television. He had put a
sheet on the coach and a thin blanket and a pillow. He
turned his body to make some space for me to sit when his
bathrobe fell open completely. Whether it was intentional or
not I was happy with the surprise.That little pecker of so
many years ago had grown into a considerable large man cock.
It was meaty and about six and a half inches.

Underneath he had a big hairy ball sack. Patrick acted like
he hadn't noticed my lusting eyes and just closed his
bathrobe. We cheered once more our reunion. We exchanged
experiences of the last fifteen years. Workwise lovewise and
of course…..sexwise. Since his divorce a year ago Patrick
had only had sex twice with the mother of one of his
children's friends. The rest of the time he relied on solo
sex. The internet gave him a relentless supply of porn. I
asked if he also watched bisexual or gay porn. Although he
said that he didn't his eyes told the opposite.


Honestly I told him about my experiences with men and women.
After some hesitation I also mentioned my escapades with
underage boys and girls. He didn't seem shocked by my
revelations. Just as if he had expected it. Patrick told
that `after me' he exclusively had sex with women. However
he had to admit that he regarded our sex and especially that
one time on the beach as the best sex of his life. Like I
did he frequently thought of our naughty games and jerked
off thinking about them.


While we were recalling the numerous games that we had
played as boys I noticed Patrick glancing at my groin.
Because I wore this tight boxers my stiff member wasn't
noticeable. Patrick's hard rod on the contrary was clearly
visible. It shaped a tent in his bathrobe. Very directly I
asked him if our `boy talk' had gotten him as aroused as it
had done to me. He nodded his head and we both started
laughing. He didn't answer my question on what we should do
about it.


Looking him straight in the eyes I caressed his hairy legs
and slid my hand underneath over his bathrobe. He didn't
move at all. He didn't stop me but just kept following my
actions. When I held his sack in my hand and started to
massage his balls he uttered a moan of pleasure. He opened
his bathrobe completely and his big rod appeared. It was
about eight inches and rock hard. I wrapped my hand around
the thick shaft and started to stroke the large foreskin up
and down the moist gland.


He helped me to untie my bathrobe. A large wet spot in my
tight boxer showed the amount of pre cum that I had been
leaking that evening. While I was lusting after this hot
family. Patrick jerked my shorts down and took my throbbing
six inches in his hand. Like the old days we sat opposite
of each other, each holding a dicks and and sack in a hand.
All of a sudden he kissed me full on the mouth and stuck
his tongue between my lips.


He surprised me. I didn't expect him to do this after so
many `straight' years. Gladly I received his hungry tongue.
Although our kissing was much more mature than it had been
before it was still as exciting. Just like putting on your
favorite shoes after a period of many years. His tongue
traced allover my face down my neck to my nipples. Then I
knew for sure that he hadn't forgotten. My nipples had
developed into extra sensitive hard brown knobs.


That day on the beach twenty something yeara ago his
inexperienced licks and bitings hadn't given me the same
feeling as the experienced and mature mouth of the German
man. (see: valley in the Dutch mountains). He surely
had been practicing  since then. Maybe his children had
taught him. As he was bent slightly forwards I pulled his
pink nipples between my thumbs and index finger. His soft
moaning showed how well it was appreciated. I suggested
that we would lay in sixty nine position.


Of course he hadn't forgotten about our favorite position.
Gladly I took his white warm hard tool in my mouth. His
abundant pre cum tasted fresh and I sucked him hard to get
more of it. At the same time I felt how my coffee brown cock
was engulfed by his warm and wet mouth. How his tongue
played with my sensitive gland. Like if he was starved for
cock. I licked his big hairy balls up his hairy slit between
two firm round white globes.


Although I strongly prefer smooth or shaven asses. Just the
idea of licking his hole after so many year was a major turn
on. From the moment I touched his tender pink man hole
Patrick started to moan softly. Because my dick was in his
mouth and throat I could feel the vibrations of it. I stuck
my tongue in his hot hole and tried to tongue fuck him.
Soon I pushed in the top of my middle finger rotated it a
bit. Patrick's moaning became louder.


As I pressed my finger in a bit deeper my tongue played with
his balls. Slowly I went up the shaft of his throbbing cock
to that sensitive spot right under the gland. I made my lips
extra wet and placed them on his gland. While I pushed in my
finger entirely in his hot hole I sucked his cock in my
mouth up my throat. Patrick uttered a very load groan. He
quieted himself down. Saying we shouldn't wake up the
children. Then he dove between my brown globes and stuck his
tongue in my itching hole.


His eagerness but also his inexperienced movements showed
that it had been some time ago for him. This made it even
more exciting for me. Hisfinger slipped very easily in my
hole. A second finger followed soon. He tried to take my
dick all the way in his throat like I did but he lacked
the experience. Suddenly I felt his rod getting harder in my
mouth and his body spasm. He added a third finger and push
them all the way in me.


In big jets he shot his cum in my hungry mouth. Tasting his
man juice after so many years made me almost cum. While I
swallowed his sperm and continued to suck his softening dick
I thrust my cock in his throat. It made him gag but he
seemed to manage. With his fingers deep in my ass I felt it
coming. I tried to drive my cock all the way in his throat.
My cum shot violently against the back of his mouth. Just
like I had done he swallowed my cum and cleaned my gland
with his tongue.


Laying side by side we relaxed and caught our breaths.
Patrick got some cold beers and lit up a joint. He thanked
me for the best orgasm he'd experienced in years. The sex
with his ex wife hadn't been bad but unfortunately she
didn't like butt play. He had missed it a lot. During
jerking off he sometimes had stuck a finger in his butthole
and If his hadn't been home he had `borrowed' her small
vibrator.


While caressing his white globes and pressing my middle
finger on his hairy man hole I told him that after a short
break he could be the `hooker'. We both had to laugh loudly.
With our hands covering our mouths and tears of joy in our
eyes we both looked back on the times when we had played
that `hooker game'. Patrick smiled and said that he would
love to be fucked by me but it was already late and
his children would wake up early. I was a little
disappointed but understood his responsibility.


He noticed my sad face and asked if I had any other plans
that weekend. When I answered that I hadn't planned anything
he invited me from to stay over at his house. `The next
night there would be more time to play' he had said.
Delighted by this unexpected surprise we hugged and kissed
each other. After a last long French kiss we wished each
other `good night' and `wet dreams'.


I couldn't sleep right then. The whole evening had been so
erotic and that last kiss had made my dick hard and leaking.
So many things had happened in a short amount of time. The
thoughts of the intense sex reunion with Patrick and the
showerscene with his son and daughter made my dick throb. I
had only cum once that evening and desperately wanted to
jerk off. Suddenly I got a great idea. Quietly I sneaked up
the stairs.


Just as quiet I made my way downstairs and laid down on the
couch with my treasure above my head. I stretched my body
and held the white fabric inside out against my nose. I
could clearly smell Patrick's boy. I sucked on the white
briefs and inhaled through them. I fantasized about this hot
and exciting family. It just took me a minute before I
violently shot my cum up my chest.


As I didn't have a handkerchief or towel I used the white
boy briefs to wipe my chest and abs. The day after I would
put them somewhere in the middle of the laundry. Because I
didn't know how the children would react I put my tight
boxers back on. Soon I fell asleep and dreamed pleasantly
about this exciting new adventure.


More about the day after in part 2