Date: Fri, 27 Nov 1998 21:40:15 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in Old Amsterdam part 4

This is the third story in the Wim/Kris series.

May I thank the many readers who have send me messages of encouragement,
your support is greatly appreciated.

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should
be read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys.

Some of the other stuff is factual, Well Amsterdam has not sunk into the
abyss and aeroplanes fly.

If you are not of a legal age where you live to read stories of this nature
or are offended by homosexual behaviour, man/teenage boy, teenage
boy/teenage boy, relationships etc.  then please do not read any
further. If you do then it is not the responsibility of the writer or the
posting authority of any consequences that arise.


                   Back in Old Amsterdam

                      By Storyteller 2

Part 4

The Monday

We all had dinner in the hotel and it was agreed we would all have an early
night. David was paired with Paul and Henk came to our room.

The three of us laid together naked on the big bed and had a kiss and a
cuddle. Henk's exertions earlier had made him tired and he asked if we
minded if he moved over to the other bed and went to sleep. Wim said that
we needed to talk about tomorrow but we would be quiet and I tucked Henk in
with a good night kiss and by the time I was back under the covers with my
Wim he was dead to the world.

Wim said that when they were downstairs the boys had agreed to go to the
pool in the morning and come back to the hotel for lunch, he had arranged
with Helga to do soup and sandwiches as the hotel didn't do a proper
lunch. It would mean that he would be here when the results from the Court
came through. I told him that I was going to ring the Legal Guys as soon as
I got to work and tell them to ring me as soon as they knew the result.
Wim set the alarm call and we snuggled up together, each in each others
arms, content in our togetherness and within seconds we were sound asleep.

I felt Wim trip the alarm and roll off me. He had been sleeping on his
tummy right on top of me. As he rolled off I felt the loss of heat from his
body and instinctively pulled him back. He kissed me deeply and his arms
wound round my neck,

"Good morning my new Dad - hopefully," he said, "it is a quarter to seven,
plenty of time to have a shower and some breakfast before you go to work.
Do you mind if I have a bit of a lay in."

"Not at all my love," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and
sticking the inevitable cigarette in my mouth. Two or three hefty draws on
the cig and I made my way to the bathroom. The five S's completed I got
dressed in a suit for the first time since last Friday. I looked at the two
boys, both were fast asleep. I kissed my Wim on the forehead and made my
way to the dining room for breakfast, taking all my bits with me so I
wouldn't disturb the boys later.

The tram journey was uneventful and I arrived a little early for the
meeting. This gave me chance to call the Legal Guys. They were in the
office and were just about to call me at the hotel, so it was a good job I
called them. I gave them my office number and told them to ring me the
moment they knew the outcome. I was given their mobile number as they were
going to be in and out of the office all day. That lot settled I went to
the meeting.

Only half the expected people were there so we waited for the others to
arrive. At 09.15 the Chairman of the meeting said he wasn't prepared to
wait any longer and the meeting started. It was about 10.00 hrs. when the
coffee arrived with a note of apology from the missing members with a very
valid reason why they could not be there.  We discussed what we were going
to do and it was agreed we could get everything finished by lunchtime which
suited me fine. As Friday was still free we arranged a morning meeting
only. During the coffee break I called the legal team and told them I would
be at the hotel by the time they knew the outcome. The arrangement suited
them as they could come and deliver the completed papers to me direct,
always assuming that things went the way we hoped. We finished by 11.30.

As I was leaving the World Trade Centre I remembered there was a jewellers
in the shopping concourse. I went and looked for a wrist watch for Wim. I
had no idea what he would like so I decided I would get him a dress watch
which could either be worn all the time or, if he wanted a sports type, one
we could get one later. I asked the assistant what types of watches he had.
He pointed out that they didn't stock one like I was wearing -- they
wouldn't sell many 18k Rolex Oyster Presidents -- but they did a nice
Cartier. He brought a rectangular watch with clear Roman numerals in a 18k
slim case with a black leather strap. It was exactly the right size for
Wim's wrist, not a boys watch but bigger than a ladies. I had a vision of
it on his wrist and I was sure it was exactly right. A fitting present for
my new son. Even if things didn't go as we hoped it was still a fitting
present for my Wim. The assistant gift wrapped it and I caught the tram
back to the hotel.

The tram driver must have been in training for the Indi 500 or maybe it was
Josh Gerstaffen but I arrived back at the hotel by 12.10. Van der Valk was
at the desk and greeted me with a smile. I told him about the meeting and
he said Wim and the rest of the gang were still at the pool. He asked if
Helga should make a few more sandwiches and a drop more soup.  I thanked
him and said I would like that but I would wait for the boys. He said that
they said they would be back between 12.30 and 12.45. I asked him to let
Wim know I was in the room when he got back. He said he would and I took
the room key and called the lift. I entered 369 to find it was back to
normal, just one double bed. I changed out of the suit and donned my usual
lazy clothes.

It was 12.20. I wrote a note on the gift tag and put Wim's watch in the
drawer in the bedside locker. I could murder a cuppa. I was about to ring
room service when there was a knock at the door. I was surprised as I was
sure the boys would have come straight in.  It was Helga, she just smiled
and gave me a tray with a big steaming pot of tea and the means to drink
it. I thanked her profusely an set it down on the table. I gave it a few
minutes and poured out a cup of nectar and lit a cig. It was just what I
needed. I put my feet up and relaxed in the armchair.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was a pair of warm
sensuous lips brushing mine with a hand behind the back of my head. I
opened one eye which looked directly into a deep blue orb, my hand matched
the one behind my head and we pulled our lips together. I waited for the
inevitable "they are at it again" but it didn't come. Wim was on his own.
We broke the embrace and just hugged.

"Love you," he said.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do".

We went into the now standard routine until we both stopped by smothering
each other with kisses.

"Where are the rest of the crew?" I asked.

"Downstairs waiting in the dining room. Shall we go?"

"No, let them wait for a minute or two; I have something for you, close
your eyes."

He stood there with his eyes closed looking upwards. I think he thought he
was just going to get another kiss. I got the box from the drawer and took
his hand and folded his fingers round the box.

I gave him the expected kiss and said, "Now open your eyes."

I love it when you give someone an unexpected present, even more when it is
someone you love with all of your heart. His face was a picture. He just
stood there looking at the wrapped box.

"Well open it then," I said as he was reading the gift tag.

Much to my surprise he very carefully removed the wrapping paper, he didn't
rip it of in a frenzy. He saw the name picked out in gold on the leather
box. He slowly opened the box. He took a deep intake of breath and held it.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "Do you realise this is
the first present anyone has given me - EVER?"

I couldn't believe what he had just told me so I said, "What about
Christmas and Birthdays then?"

"Cards and money but no actual present." He paused and then said, "Can I
wear it now, pleeeease?"

"Well, that is what I bought it for. Do you like it?" I could see from the
look on his face he was over the moon but I wanted to hear from his own
lips what he thought.

"Put it on for me please, I want you to be the first person to put it on my
wrist."

I found it most difficult to put it on his wrist with his head and lips all
over my cheeks and ear, especially when his tongue was darting down my ear
canal. I eventually managed to fix it and stood back to see what it looked
like. I was a I hoped, exactly the right size and the gold on his wrist was
right, dead right. He looked at his watch, switched on the TV to text and
checked the time.

"It is absolutely fabulous and it is exactly right to the second, Oh, Kris,
I think it is fantastic! It must have cost a fortune. Can we go and eat
now? I want to show the boys my new watch.

"If I was you I wouldn't say anything about it and just see if anyone
notices it."

"Great idea." They won't - oops - they will not think I'm showing off
then."

I smiled at his own correction of his English and we made our way to the
lift. The car was on its way up and as the door opened five boys fell out.
Five BOYS!

"We were coming to see where you had got to," Paul said, the soup is ready
and we are HUNGRY."

Now if you remember I told you it was a small lift so it was a squeeze when
Wim and I pushed our way in. To say it was cozy was an understatement. You
will have probably guessed the extra two bodies were the two from the pool
who lived near David, Eric and Peter. As we got out of the lift I held
Wim's arm and as the others moved into the dining room I asked what Eric
and Paul were doing here. He said they were at the pool and joined in with
the training and as their parents were at work they asked if they could tag
along.

"I think they wanted to see you again," he said with a sly smile. If you
want I'll play your pipe for you!"

"Not in the dining room you won't. Damn, now you've got me at it -- you
will not."

We both started to laugh as we entered the dining room and the others
wanted to know what the joke was.

"I won't tell you," Wim said, this time with tears streaming down his face.
He got a playful clip on his bottom. I hate private jokes in company, it
makes the others feel left out. I told them what we had been laughing at.
Oh dear there I go again, ending a sentence with a preposition. If I am
going to teach Wim the Queen's English I must remember how I phrase my
sentences.

It was Paul who said, "We had all noticed that since you came back from
England Wim's English was much better than ours and his accent had changed,
well his English one had."

With that Helga brought a big pot of steaming meat and vegetable soup.  I
looked at Wim and smiled. I remembered the first night we met, and the bowl
of the same type of soup he had brought for me as a room service meal.
This concoction was just as good and in no time at all the pot was empty.
Large plates of sandwiches were passed round and devoured by "hungry nosed"
boys. Where the expression "hungry nosed" comes from I know not where, but
it was another favourite of my old Grandmother. Wim decided we should all
go to the meeting room and they would tell me what they had done this
morning.

I heard Eric call out to his friend, "Hey, Kevy, are you going to ask him?"

I looked for another boy but there was none. The smaller of the two
interlopers came over to me and said to me,

"Excuse me, sir, but do you mind if we stay for the team brief, we have
learned such a lot yesterday and today?"

"I thought your name was Peter?" I said.

He smiled and said, "It is, I'm Peter Kevin Geest. I like Kevin more than
Peter so my friends call me Kevy. My friend is called Eric Hugh Van der
Mere and he likes Hugh NOT Hughie just Hugh, so we both go by our second
names to our friends.  You can call me Kevy if you like."

The boys told me they had split into groups of two with Wim supervising and
had practised the turns and then Henk had done the watching whilst Wim did
his practice and then they had a practice race with Kevy and Hugh timing
them. Wim had remembered the times they had done on Sunday and they had
improved by over 3 seconds on their best Sunday time.  They were all very
pleased with themselves. Wim looked at his watch and then at me and pointed
to his wrist. I looked and the time was 14.45. Wim looked worried.

The rest of them picked up on the time but it was Phillip who said, "Where
did you get that fabulous watch. Let me see."

As the boys crowded round Wim, the phone rang in the room. Wim moved like
greased lightening. You could have heard a pin drop. I'm sure everyone held
their breath.

"Yes, he is in here with me. OK, I'll tell him," and he put the phone down.

He looked at me and said, "The Legal guys are in the office they want to
see me and you now."

"Right," I said, "you boys stay here we will be back as soon as we can."

Wim grabbed my hand. It was sweaty and cold, his grip was iron like.  He
had gone deathly white and his breathing had become very shallow.

"Deep breaths, my love," I said softly, "come on lets find out your fate."

He took some deep breaths and we walked to the office. Sat behind Van der
Valk's desk was the Senior Legal guy with a smile as wide as the Zieder
Zee.

"Congratulations, Mr. Hammond you now have all legal rights concerning Wim
Van der Valk. We were coming past here so we thought we would bring you the
paper work and break the good news personally." He gave me a bound file
with all the papers signed sealed and now delivered.

I was just about to thank him for all hid efforts when Wim just groaned and
collapsed in heap on the floor. I moved with the speed of light. I was down
by his side, my fingers round his wrist feeling for a pulse my face by his
nose and mouth checking for breathing. His pulse was there albeit weak and
his breathing was very shallow. He was as white as a sheet, little beads of
sweat on his forehead

I picked him up in one movement dishing out orders left right and centre.
Within two minutes I had him in the fetal position laid on our bed in the
room. I had a duvet over the top of him and Helga was there with some sweet
tea and a small shot of Brandy. I asked them to leave us alone for five
minutes to see how he was and if I got no response I would have to call a
Doctor. As they left I saw Wim open one eye and a slight smile come on his
face. As the door closed he tried to sit up. He was still a bit groggy so I
helped him up and gave him the tea with a shot of Brandy in it. His face
screwed up at tea with sugar and then the Brandy hit him.

"Is my new Dad - my PROPER NEW DAD - trying to get his new Son - his
PROPER NEW SON - pissed out of his mind?"

"No, he bloody well isn't. And my new son gave everyone one hell of a
fright."

"I'm sorry, Dad, but I just passed out. I don't know why but I just saw
everything go black and the next thing I remember was hearing you asking
people to leave us alone. How long was I out?"

I looked at my watch, "About 3 to 4 minutes, which is a long time for a
faint."

"It must have been all the tension," he said, "and then when I knew it was
all over I just let go and passed out. I'm feeling better already. I need a
big hug from my Dad and I will be 100% in two minutes."

"I'll give you a hug for longer than that and we will see what you are like
after that."

He finished the fortified tea and I hugged him to me. I rocked him to and
fro. He just purred like a cat, his arms down on his lap, his head on my
chest his bottom on my lap. He was my baby. A bloody big baby and getting
heavy. He shifted his legs to the floor and stood up. A smile on his face
and announced, he was now fit to meet his public.

"Come on, Dad, let's go and see the boys."

The colour now back in his cheeks he rushed off to the lift. Helga was
coming down the corridor.

She stopped me, gave me a whopping kiss on the lips and said, "I know you
will, but look after him and keep him safe, he is a lovely boy."

"You can bet your bottom dollar on that one," I said as Wim was shouting he
was holding the lift, "I'll see you before we go," and I ran after Wim.

I sent Wim to see the boys and I called into the office. The Legal guys
were still there. I explained what the problem had been and that Wim was
fine now. The Chief Legal guy said he realised the strain everyone had been
under but he was pleased everything had gone the way we wanted. He said the
Hotel sale was progressing well but he didn't expect completion till next
month. He said he would get in touch with George at the Inn's of Court in
Greys Inn Road in London if that was OK with me. I told that was fine,
thanked him yet again for all his good work and they left.

I needed to be alone. I felt totally drained. I left the office and found a
little room two doors away from where the boys were. It had a small
armchair and a coffee table. I sat down with my thoughts. What had I done.
The enormity of my actions were just hitting me. Here I was, an old man,
taking on the responsibility for a 14 year old foreign boy. I was going to
uproot him from his normal environs whisk him away to a new life. God he
would need support. I hoped that I was capable of giving him that support.
True he was mature mentally for his age, true he was fully aware of what he
was doing, or was he! The only thing that I was certain of was that I loved
him as though he was my own flesh and blood, would that be enough? Only
time would tell. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths.

I must have been sitting there for a good ten minutes when a small quiet
voice said in my ear, "You are thinking about me again aren't you, Dad."

It was Wim sat on the arm of the chair looking at me with that look of his
that would melt stone. It exuded pure unadulterated love.

"I was, my love," I said. "I was just thinking ...."

He put his hand on my arm and came close and said, "I know what you were
thinking and, yes, WE have done the right thing. I know it is a big step, I
know it could be difficult at times, I know I will miss some of my friends,
I know it will be different at a new school, I know that you may have to be
strict with me sometimes I expect that but I know you will be fair and just
and I will abide by rule 2 in fact I make you a promise now from the bottom
of my heart that, I Wim Van der Valk-Hammond, do solemnly swear to Kris
Hammond that I will abide by all the rules set my Dad."

With that he gave me a kiss on the cheek and grabbed my hand and pulled me
to the door.  We entered the conference room where all the other boys were
lined up.

Wim said proudly, "My friends, I would like you to meet my Official New
Dad. As of 14.32 today, 25th March 1998, the man you see before you has
been my NEW DAD," and with that he flung his arms round my neck, lifted his
legs up and wound them round my waist and locked his lips to mine.

There was a chorus from Henk and Phillip of, "Oh shit, they are at it
again."

David, Kevy and Hugh said when Wim had finished, could they do that as
well. Henk and Phillip told them they were at the back of the queue. When
Wim and I had finished they came one after each other. Each shook my hand
and wished us well and each wanted a kiss from both of us. Phillip's was as
usual passionate, wet and deep.  Henk's was the most tender he had ever
given me, and I could feel he wanted more. David started to kiss me and
then broke down in floods of tears. I held him close and wiped his eyes and
told him it wasn't the end of our friendship, which mollified him somewhat.

That left the two new comers. Hugh was first. He gave me a gentle lip to
cheek kiss and moved to Wim. The kiss he gave Wim was totally different. It
was full of lust and passion and he couldn't disguise it. On the other hand
Kevy gave Wim his kiss before Hugh and then moved to me. He held my wrist
and moved so his body was in full contact with mine.  He put my hand on the
cheeks of his bottom and his other hand came behind my head. His breath
came in pants as he pulled our lips together. I felt his groin grind into
mine and I squeezed his buttock, his tongue made for where my tonsils would
have been if I hadn't had them out when I was a kid. I couldn't believe how
passionate this young boy was. I tried to break the kiss but he wasn't
having any. He pushed harder, I could feel his boyhood rigid against my
thigh. I moved both my hands to his waist and gently but firmly pulled him
away.  He left his tongue in my mouth until the very last minute. I could
see Hugh was doing exactly the same to Wim. Wim and I exchanged looks which
said a thousand words.

The boys then went back to having a better look at Wim's watch. They
insisted he take it off and passed it round for each to try it on. I could
see Wim was on tenter hooks in case it was damaged. He eventually got it
back and came to me to have it securely strapped on his wrist. It was
agreed by all assembled boys "he was a lucky bastard," little did they
realise they were correct in both statements.

They say "Time and Tide wait for no man" and today was no exception.  It
had got to 17.00 and the phone in the room rang. I answered it and was told
that Henk's dad was there to take Henk and Paul home. We saw them off and
Henk's dad was delighted at the outcome regarding Wim. He reminded me about
the job he wanted me to do and suggested we came over in the Spring when
Wim was on school holidays for a break and complete the job then and go for
a tour of the bulb fields. Both Wim and I thanked him and said we would be
pleased to come over. David took charge of Kevy and Hugh and as they only
lived less that 200 metres away from the hotel they walked home. Wim and I
walked back into the hotel and retired to our room.

Wim sat in one armchair and I sat in the other. We just looked at each
other. Not a word was spoken between us. We were obviously taking stock of
our situation. We both opened our mouths to speak and both shut them
together. I smiled and said,

"You first."

"I was about to say," he said, "it's done. I feel like it is a bit of an
anticlimax. I feel so washed out. I thought I would, as you would have
said, gone ballistic, jumped up and down, whizzed round the room and all I
did was pass out. You must think I'm an ungrateful little sod."

I looked him full in the face and said, "Do you still love me, do you still
want to be my Son, do you still want me to be your Dad?"

He got off the chair and came and sat on my lap, his arms loosely round my
shoulders. He buried his head in my neck and said, "What the bloody hell do
you think?"

"I think it was the culmination of the last few weeks. Putting things at
the back of our minds, that bloody letter in the drawer, not knowing what
the Court would decide. It took the toll on both of us. We both had one
hell of a lot to loose. I think it will be when we are back home that it
will dawn on both of us the enormity of what we have both done."

We sat with our arms entwined, totally relaxed, Wim's head on my shoulder
and mine resting on the top of his.

"You hungry? I asked. 'Cos if you are we can go to our favourite
restaurant."

"No, let's do that tomorrow night. I'm really tired, I need an early night."

"Me too," I said looking at the time. It was surprisingly nearly 22.00.
"You've got school in the morning, or does everyone go to the pool straight
away?"

"No, we have got to be at school at the right time, the Gala doesn't start
till after lunch.  You will be there won't you?"

"It is held at the pool we trained in?" Yes, he nodded. "I'll be there
early to get a good seat."

He slowly peeled off his clothes and I followed suit. He looked worn out. I
picked him up like a baby and he clung to me like a limpet. Holding him
with one hand under his soft buttocks I pulled back the duvet and gently
put him on the bed. I switched on the bedside light and turned off the main
one. He turned towards me with his arms up and I slipped in beside him. He
moved into the "Wim position" and I lovingly stroked the back of his head.
His eyes closed, he snuggled up to me and in a far away voice said, "Good
night Dad." By the time I replied, "Good night Son" he was asleep.

I turned out the light, content in the knowledge I had done the right
thing. I kissed his hair set the alarm and went to sleep.


End of Part 4

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