Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 10:38:03 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in old Amsterdam Part 8

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. 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.

I must apologise for the lateness of this posting but an impending move of
residence for my number one son and heir and the working out of my dues to
Revenue has slowed things up a bit. Real life is not like a story!!!


                    Back in Old Amsterdam

                      By Storyteller 2

Part 8

Friday

The alarm call woke me. I tripped it and my fingers felt for the cigs and
lighter. I inhaled my morning fix of nicotine and breathed a sigh. TGIF I
thought. My warm soft Son was laid in his usual position, his head on my
chest and dribbling saliva. I pulled the duvet over his head to protect
from the smoke. I must really try to stop smoking.

I reflected on the previous nights activities. It was so beautiful, two
people at one with each other.  I mused we must only do it again when we
were both ready and it must not become common place. Special if you like,
when nothing else can satisfy our love for each other. The body beneath the
covers stirred. He slid upwards, his hands on my shoulders and his lips
meeting mine with a sigh in a good morning kiss. My arms went round his
waist and I hugged him close to me.

"Morning, my son. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Dad. Like a log, did you?"

"Yes, fine, thank you. Do you feel okay?"

"On top of the world. Last night was the best thing ever but I do need the
bathroom."

He gave me another quick kiss and dashed off to the Loo. Eventually I heard
the shower being run and I made my way to do the morning 5's. It was a
standard morning ritual, a combined shower and mutual drying session. We
got dressed and made our way to the dining room for breakfast. We had the
usual Son, Dad chat about what we were going to do during the day, what
lessons Wim would have and a bit about my meetings.  Breakfast over Wim
went off to school and I made my way to the tram and WTC. At lunch time I
got the secretary to confirm the return flights for Sunday. There was one
mid afternoon which suited me fine. The afternoon session went well and we
concluded all the outstanding points with all parties. A good job, jobbed,
as my grandmother would have said.  Plus it was worth a few quid (pounds
Stirling) for my bank balance. I made out my invoice and left it with the
girl.

Time had passed reasonably quickly and it was coming up to 1645 as I left
for the tram. I thought as I got on the old boneshaker, my son will be at
home now. When I wasn't working he was never far from my thoughts, God I
loved him. I went over the last month or so in my mind. Who would have
thought in such a short space of time from the first time I saw him with
the wounds his "father" had inflicted to now and how close we would become.
I was prepared to take him into my life and look after him for as long as
he needed looking after, and I didn't even count the cost. Now with the
immanent sale of the Hotel and his legacy to take care of his monetary
needs it wasn't going to place a strain on my finances. They say that money
can't buy love, true it cannot and they also say that money isn't
everything, also true, but by God it helps! You ask someone who is broke!
Wim and I would have managed but now with sensible management of his
inheritance he will be set up for life. I made up my mind there and then to
teach him the value of money. Over the years not only had he been starved
of love but of pocket money as well. I didn't want it to go to his head. I
knew he was a sensible boy but who was it said, "money is the root of all
evil" Still there was time to worry over things like that later, much
later. I looked up and was surprised to see I was just a couple of stops
away from the hotel.

As I entered the lobby Van der Valk was waiting for me. He beckoned me into
the office.  The legal team were there with a load of documents. I was
informed that the sale had been agreed to the original bidders who had made
a final bid which was above the second bidders price and they thought it
was better to strike whilst the iron was hot. Van der Valk was ecstatic,
the final offer was 25% over the original bid and he wanted me to sign
there and then. I told him that Wim should be present as it was his money.
The legal guys said it wasn't necessary as I had "power of attorney" and
could legally sign for him. I gave them all one of my stares and Van der
Valk picked up the phone and gabbled away in Dutch and put the phone down.

A few minutes later Wim came dashing into the office. He ignored the
assembled multitude and put his arms round my neck and gave me a smacking
kiss on the cheek, which I returned. Van der Valk scowled and the legal
guys smiled.

The head guy said, "I see that you two don't get on! I like the way you
involve Wim in these things, he should be aware of what is happening."

The legal guys explained in simple terms what was happening and Wim looked
at me for guidance. I said I reckoned it was a good deal and I was willing
to sign on his behalf. I also said that I thought, even though his
signature was not legally binding he should sign as well.  The legal guys
agreed and we all signed the papers.

"On Monday you will be a very rich young man," the legal guy said.

"Monday!!" we both said with surprise.

"Yes we have the bankers draft in the office and we will deposit it in your
bank account on Monday morning, the buyers are that keen."

"Are we finished then?" Wim asked the legal guy.

"Yes, that is the final signature."

"Good, come on Dad, I've got a pig of a maths problem for homework and I
need your help."

I gave the assembled multitude a look of hopelessness, my eyebrows going up
into my hair line and I was dragged off with the sounds of them killing
themselves with laughing.

As we were going up in the lift I suddenly realised he wouldn't be at this
school anymore.  On Monday he started the one in England.

"What bloody homework?" I asked, "you will not be going back there again."

"True," he said, " but I thought I would do it anyway and give it to Paul
to hand in on Monday. That will shake 'em."

I grinned and said "I like that. Are the other boys here yet?"

"No they have their homework to do and will not be here till about 7 pm. Or
1900 as you would say!"

We went into the room and he put his maths book straight into my hands,
"Read that."

I read the question and smiled. It was a question on false premiss. It went
like this:

Three guys went into a restaurant and ordered a meal. After finishing the
meal the waiter said that will be 10 Guilders each please sirs.

Each guy gave the waiter 10 Guilders and he went to the cashier.

The cashier said, "You have overcharged these guys by 5 Guilders," and
gave the waiter 5 Guilders back.

The waiter thought, these guys don't know they have been overcharged so he
put 2 Guilders in his pocket and went back to the guys and said, "I sorry
gentlemen you have been overcharged" and gave each one of them a Guilder
change.

So they gave the waiter 10F each and each got 1F change so that meant they
had paid 9F each. 3 times 9 equals 27 and the 2 the waiter put in his
pocket makes 29.  Where did the other guilder go?

"Why are you smiling," Wim asked, "do you know the answer?"

"I do," I said with an even bigger smile.

"Our maths lesson was the first one today and I have been trying to work it
out all day and I keep getting no where. Will you tell me how to do it,
PLEASE?!"

"Now I've told you before Wim, I will not do your homework for you. I said
I would help you and point you in the right direction, but I will not do it
for you. If I did, you wouldn't learn."

He pulled a face and then looked at me expectantly.

"In that question there is one statement that is not true. That is the
statement that is leading you astray. I want you to think of each of the
statements in turn. When you find the one that is not true you will have
the answer. It is sometimes called "lateral thinking".

"This is the last question can I think about it later? I need a cuddle."

I held out my arms and he put his round my waist and we just held each
other very close.  We had just started a Wim/Kris kiss when there was a
knock at the door. He exclaimed, "Shit" and got a slap on the buttocks from
me. He went to the door to find Helga with a tray of tea and cakes. We both
thanked her and Wim set out the cups and plates and gave the tea in the pot
a stir. The mood was broken but we sat and drank the tea and ate the cakes
and discussed the days events. Wim wanted to know what I was going to do
with the money. I told him that his insurance inheritance would be more
than adequate to keep him in his everyday needs so the money from the hotel
should be invested.

"Can you spend the money when you want?" he asked.

"Legally yes, from what I can gather I have full power of attorney over the
lot. I wouldn't of course, it is your money not mine. I'm just the
custodian till you are 21, or is it 18 I would have to look that one up."

"But if I wanted to I could spend some of the money before I was 21?"

"Only if I agreed, but if I agreed then you could spend as much as you
liked, but remember what your Dad is like, you would have to justify to me
what you wanted to spend it on and have a very good reason before I would
agree."

He went silent and you could see the wheels turning in his brain. I waited
to see if steam came out of his ears.

"How much will it be in Sterling with the improved offer?" he asked.

"Approx 700,000.00 Pound Sterling."

"And in Guilders?"

"2 million."

"Fuc... oops sorry, bloody hell that IS a lot of money. Can I have a motor
bike?"

"No, you bloody well cannot and you know very well why not, you are not old
enough to have licence etc., etc.  BUT, when you are old enough who am I to
refuse you. I would be a hypocrite to say no as I ride one myself. You will
just have to make do riding pillion with me till you are 16."

"Well when we get home to England can I have my own computer?"

"I see no reason why.........." and I made a long pause to keep him
wondering what was coming next........ "you should not have one and I
suppose I should get your own telephone line for the Internet."

I started to think like a Telecommunications Consultant and I could see
that Wim was looking at me with a question in his eyes. I looked at him and
he said,

"What is going through that mind of yours now?"

"Well I already have one line that I use for both the Net and the telephone
so if I just used that for the phone and got an ISDN line in we could
configure that as 2 x 64K/bit data lines and just use that for the Net."

"That's brilliant, you are a clever old Dad."

"Less of the `old'" I grinned.

As I was thinking out loud regarding the Internet connection Wim had come
over to where I was sitting and climbed on my knee. His arms went round my
neck and he snuggled his head in to my neck. I put my arms round his waist
and held him close. We were totally relaxed and at one with one another.

"Dad,...... Kris," he said quietly, "will it always be like this?" and
gently kissed my neck.

"I wish I could say yes," he looked concerned but I carried on, "but you
will grow up in to a man and get too big to sit on my knee." I smiled at him
and continued, "but I know I will always love you like this, I know we will
always be as close as this, I know if either of us needs a kiss and a
cuddle we will always be there for each other."

"I wish I didn't have to grow up. I love these cuddles and gentle kisses it
makes me feel somehow ... wanted -- no -- it makes me feel as though I am
loved and I have never felt like that before in my whole life. Do you know
you are the best thing that ever happened to me?"

"It gives me exactly the same feeling, my little one. I don't know what I
would do without you now."

Wim's lips came to mine and his tongue gently pressed between my lips. I
put a hand behind his head and pulled him so we melted in to each other.
Still with out lips meshed together we moved over to the bed and stretched
out on top of the duvet. Wim's hands undid the top of my trousers and slid
down the zip. I followed suite. We both fondled our hard manhood's with one
hand and the other went down the back to stroke our buttocks. We both
moaned.  Our kisses became more passionate and our bodies started to
gyrate.

Wim broke the kiss and said in a husky voice, "Even when I'm a man there
will be no reason why we can't do this........WILL THERE?"

"None whatsoever," I gasped and I buried my lips into his.

The phone rang. Our two voices said simultaneously, "SHIT" and two hands
clipped each others buttocks. We both collapsed into fits of laughing and
Wim answered the phone. I looked at the time and was amazed to see it was
nearly 1900 and Wim informed me that David and Kevy were downstairs. I
suddenly realised we had not discussed what we were going to do for the
rest of the evening and night.

"Tell them you will be down in a minute, I want to discuss tonight."

He gabbled something in Dutch, smiled and put the phone down.

"I've told them that we are eating in tonight and go and have a look at the
menu and we will join them in a few minutes, okay?"

"Well done, son. At least that will give us time to have a quick chat about
tonight. What do you want to do?"

He thought for a few seconds and said, "How about this, David needs you so
I think that he should stay with you and I will take Kevy to my old room.
Have you still got some condoms?" I nodded. "Good then I will take some
with me. In the morning, early, I will set the alarm, we can come and join
you and David for an early morning session. If you like I can take David to
my room and that will leave you alone with Kevy."

He looked at me with those deep blue eyes to see if I agreed.

"If that is okay with you then it is fine with me, but I will be pleased
when we get home and there will just be the two of us. I hate sharing you
with anyone else."

"I feel the same, my dear old Dad, but we will be home in less than two
days.....Ouch!"

The `ouch' was from the clip on the bum from me as I said with a grin,
"Less of the bloody `OLD.' How far do you want to go with Kevy?"

"If he wants me to enter him I will do as long as I have a condom on, but I
don't know about him doing it to me, what do you think?"

"I know that David wants me to do that and again I will insist on safe sex,
like you I don't know about the other way. So far we are the only two who
have done it to each other. Lets wait and see what we feel like but if it
feels as though we need to then let's go for it."

"Sounds fair to me," Wim said, but we must tell each other what went on
later, agreed?"

"Agreed."

We got off the bed and made ourselves presentable and made our way down to
the dining room. He remarked that even though he knew I was old in years he
never looked at me and thought I was old. He added that it must be because
he loved me so much. I added that when I was with him I felt like a 30 year
old and that must be because of the same reason and in the lift we went
into one of our now famous clinches. We managed to break the kiss just
before the doors opened and we found the boys waiting for us in the dining
room.  There was general chit chat over the meal which was served by Helga.
I suggested we retired to the small bar that had just been set up in the
hotel and have a coffee and as a treat a small liqueur. The boys thought
that was a super idea. I believe that youngsters should be introduced to
alcohol under strict supervision and then when they went out on their own
they knew what they liked and didn't like and it held no mystiques. That
way they didn't go out on their eighteenth birthday and get 'rat arsed'.
David brought up the question of Maths homework. He is in the same class as
Wim and I knew what was coming.  He couldn't work it out either. He was
even more pissed off when Wim told him I knew the answer and wouldn't tell
him. I gave him the same advice as I has given my son and we left it at
that.

We made our way up to 369 and Wim had disabled the charging device for the
in house movie so it was decided to put on a gay film. We fluffed up the
pillows against the headboard and settled down to watch the show. I was in
the middle, but with four it was a bit unbalanced so I had David on one
side, Kevin on the other and my Wim sat behind me with his head on my
shoulder nibbling my left ear. Every now and then he would let his tongue
lick inside my ear and it felt marvelous. The other two just snuggled close
on each side. The movie was a new one I hadn't seen before, Theatre
Boy's. I would love to have a copy of that one. As the plot got going so
did the boys. I found David with his hand down the front of his trousers
and Kevy was pushing his groin against my thigh.  David couldn't contain
himself and he grabbed my wrist and put my hand on his bulging trousers.
Kevin took the hint and grabbed my other hand and put it on his butt. I got
the message and manipulated my fingers. Wim was now nibbling down the back
of my neck and I could feel his rock hard boyhood pushing in the small of
my back. David and Kevin must have had their ESP going because at the same
time they moved their hands to the front of my pants.  One took my manhood
and the other fondled my testicles through the material of my pants.  We
were all now rock hard and breathing heavily. The two boys forgot the TV
screen and turned on their sides to face me. One undid the top of my pants
and the other slid down the zip. Two hands slid inside my trousers and
fingers worked their way under the waistband of my boxers. They resumed
their manipulations but this time it was flesh against flesh. I threw my
head back in pleasure and Wim locked on to my lips and darted his tongue in
and out of my mouth.

I groaned, "Make it last boys -- we have all night. Cool it, please."

We resumed looking at the TV with just our hands and fingers roaming around
our bodies.  The film finished and I looked at the time which had got round
to 2230. Wim took the hint and suggested that he and Kevin made tracks for
his room and got ready for bed. David took the hint and said that he was
ready to hit the sack, was it okay for him to stay with me?  I said it was
okay with me if it was okay with Wim. Wim nodded and both he and Kevin made
themselves respectable and Wim came and kissed me good night. He whispered
in my ear so know one could hear, "this is the last night we will spend
apart 'cos I'm sleeping with you tomorrow night." He said it as a statement
of fact not as a suggestion and I agreed with him. They left and David
pointedly put the safety chain on the door. As he was coming across the
room he was discarding his clothes and by the time he was at the bedside
all he had on was his briefs. I was laid on the top of the covers and he
climbed next to me and started to undress me. I helped with my shirt and he
did the rest. When I was down to my boxers he stopped and laid with his
body three-quarters over mine with his lips searching for mine. We found
each others lips and the kiss was passionate and urgent.  His hands found
my rigid manhood and his fingers slipped under the waistband. I slid my
hand down his back and inside the back of his briefs. He pushed his hips
against my thighs and moaned.  I could feel his boyhood throbbing with the
beat of his heart and his breath came in short gasps. I squeezed his
rounded buttocks and his body shuddered from his toes to the back of his
neck. He couldn't wait for me to take off his briefs and he pulled them
down and off.  He was then in a position to do the same for me. I pulled up
my legs so my feet were flat on the bed and my knees apart. He climbed over
me into a sixty-nine position and slowly engulfed the whole of my penis in
his hot mouth. His hands went under my buttocks and his finger reached my
anus. I took his boyhood in my hands and gently massaged it slowly bringing
it to my lips. I let my lips slide just over the head and kept it there.
With one hand holding his scrotum I moved the other to his boy hole and
gently massaged round the sphincter. Even with his mouth full the moan that
came from him was one of absolute ecstasy. He thrust upwards allowing my
fingers to enter him. At the same time he was mimicking my movements and I
felt his fingers enter me. We rolled on to our sides and I let his penis
slip from my mouth. He did the same. We then started to lick and kiss each
others genitals with our rigid, throbbing penises leaking pre-cum over our
cheeks.  I took my fingers out of him and pulled his head to come up to
mine. I laid on my back and he relaxed on top of me, his lips sucking
gently on my neck. I used the fingers of both hands to massage the back of
his neck and then gradually move down his spine. I felt his body start to
stiffen as he knew I was getting to his erogenous zone. I stopped and told
him to physically force himself to relax as it would be more intense when I
hit them and give him greater pleasure. I felt him make closer contact with
most of my body as he relaxed and I just pulled him closer to me and kissed
his lips. He returned the kiss in a passionate way and his tongue worked in
and out of my mouth. His hips started to gyrate in unison with his tongue
and I moved my fingers to his spot. He let out a mixture of a groan come
moan with a squeal and his body arched and trembled, every muscle in his
whole body spasmed. I expected him to ejaculate there and then but he must
have been holding himself back.

He gasped, "If you do that again I will not be able to hold back, it is
fantastic but please let it last longer as you are going home on Sunday I
will not be able to do this with you again."

I stopped and we just laid there in a cuddle, gently squeezing our bodies
with our hands. We both finished up with our hands on each others buttocks
and our fingers ready to enter each other again. I started to feel the want
again and I started to caress his buttocks. My fingers massaged his
sphincter and he started to respond. His body vibrated with excitement, our
breathing became more urgent and our gyrations started again. I had placed
the tube of lube on the bedside locker and my hand found it, with a
condom. David saw me get it and let out a gasp and said,

"Oh yes, I know what that is for and I am ready for it," and he pulled his
knees up so he was kneeling over me. His action gave me total access and I
massaged the lube round the vital spot. David's lips met mine and we fenced
tongues and hid hands went to my chest. He played with my nipples and felt
them get as hard as a rock.

I now had three fingers fully home and he kept saying, "Deeper! Oh please,
deeper!"

I gave him the condom and he rolled it on to my throbbing penis. He was
pushing backwards and upwards and with my other hand I took his pulsing
boyhood and slowly stroked it with a long slow, tight grip. He rolled off
me on to his back and raised his legs.  I rolled on top of him with his
legs over my shoulders.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked.

His answer was to take my penis in one hand and put his other hand on my
buttocks and pull me down on to him. I slid the head in and paused. His
hand on my buttocks pulled very hard and he said in a husky voice, "All the
way in as far as you can go and then some, hard and deep, slow and fast, I
need you to fill me with your seed."

His legs came round my back and his ankles locked together and he pulled me
as deep as I could go. I felt his anus muscle tighten as I withdrew and
relax as I pushed inwards. We set up a perfect synergy, long and slow,
totally in unison. His arms came round my neck and he buried his lips into
mine. Breaking the kiss he begged me to make it last.

I kept up the same slow movements until I felt him start to stiffen. He
pulled me closer to him and in a voice full of passion cried, "Oh! now now
NOW!"

I thrust long and deep, his body went rigid and I shuddered and let go
pulse after pulse of ejaculated semen deep into the condom buried in
him. As I climaxed I felt him spasm in every muscle of his body pulling me
so our bodies melded together and I felt his hot sticky fluid spray between
us. He pulsed time and time again and as I had collapsed on top of him I
could feel his boyhood jerking as it pumped more and more semen between us.

I went to roll off him but he held me tightly and said, "Stay there
forever, I want to feel you on top of me as I go to sleep."

"I'm too heavy for you," I said. "Let's roll on to our sides."

Reluctantly he agreed and in no time at all he was fast asleep wound round
me like a clock spring. My hand came out of the bed and I turned off the
light and I went out like the light, highly satisfied. Well maybe the light
wasn't satisfied but I was!


Friday night Wim's room.

Kevy more or less ran to Wim's room and was hopping up and down waiting to
get in as Wim got out his own key.

"Kewl it man," Wim said as he pushed passed him to get in the room, "we
have all night."

"Not the way I feel," Kevy replied, "I'm as horny as hell. "I've had a hard
on all through dinner and that movie didn't help AND your 'old man' is as
sexy as hell. I bet you and he have a ball every night. You must tell me
what you do."

As he was talking fifty to the dozen he was shedding his clothes. By the
time Wim had closed and locked the door he was down to his briefs. Wim
could see he was very worked up. The front of his light blue cotton briefs
were a dark blue from the copious amounts of pre-cum he was leaking. His
boyhood was standing straight up and could been seen poking it's head above
the waist band.

Wim decided to make him wait and kicked off his shoes. He stood before him
with his arms away from his sides and said to him,

"You had better come over and undress me to the same state you are in."

Kevy dashed over to Wim and frantically pulled off Wim's clothes till he
was just in his pure white briefs. By this time Wim was in the same state
of hardness as Kevy.  They both stood next to the bed and Kevy dropped to
his knees and pulled Wim's underwear to the floor.  Wim's boyhood sprung
out standing proud and throbbing. Still on his knees Kevy put his hands
round Wim's buttocks and pulled him to his waiting mouth. He slid down
Wim's shaft and applied suction, at the same time running his hands up and
down the back of Wim's legs. As he got to his buttocks he squeezed and
pulled him closer. At this rate, Wim thought I will last another 30 seconds
and that will be it. He pushed Kevy away and back on to the bed.

Kevy laid with his legs slightly open and his arms outstretched moaning,
"Oh yes, Oh yes, make me naked."

Wim climbed on to the bed and straddled the heaving form of Kevy. He hooked
his fingers into the top of his briefs and slowly pulled then downwards,
keeping the tension of the elastic against his buttocks and the underside
of his penis. This caused Kevy to shudder and his arms thrashed at his
side. Wim slid the briefs off and then ran his hands up the inside of
Kevy's legs stopping just below his scrotum. With his thumbs exerting
pressure on the inside of his thighs he used his fingers to gently pull the
loose skin of Kevy's scrotum and play with his balls. Kevy's hands made
fists grabbing the bed clothes and his head shook from side to side. Wim
kept one hand on his scrotum and the other hand he placed flat on his
abdomen. With the heel of his hand he massaged upwards till he reached his
chest. He took one of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger and
tweaked the hard nub till Kevy was in a sexual frenzy. Pre-cum was leaking
from both boys and Wim could feel his juices drop on to Kevy's body. They
both locked their bodies together and writhed on the bed.

Wim gasped, "I've got a condom and some lube in my pants pocket, get it for
me quick."

Kevy moved at the speed of light and was back over the top of Wim before
Wim had chance to draw breath. He ripped open the packet and took Wim's
throbbing tool in his hand. He fell on to his boyhood with his lips and
sucked. His tongue ran upwards and underneath the length of his boyhood,
playing with the slit which was spewing pre-cum. He wiped his erect penis
and expelling the air from the tip of the condom he rolled it down to Wim's
pubic hair.  He gave Wim the tube of lube and begged to be greased up. Wim
squeezed some lube on his fingers and Kevy positioned himself in a semi
sixty-nine position so Wim could administer the lotion. Four fingers slid
in with ease and Wim purposely hit his prostate.

Kevy screamed with pleasure and pushed backwards to get deeper penetration.
With Wim on his back Kevy spun round so he was over the top of Wim. He
grabbed Wim's penis and held it vertical and sat down driving Wim deep into
his body. Kevy bent forward and buried his lips against Wim's and started
to move his hips up and down. Each time he went down he would grip with his
anus muscles and drive his tongue deep into Wim's mouth. Wim grabbed him
round the waist and forced him onto his back sliding his shoulders under
his knees and keeping his penis deep inside Kevy's body. Kevin locked his
ankles round Wim's back and they both began what they both knew they could
not stop till they both climaxed.  Both there bodied glistened with
perspiration giving a sensual feel as they slipped up and down. They both
cried at the same time,

"I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming!"

Wim's body went rigid and he thrust as deep as he physically could, Kevy's
sphincter contracted and both boys simultaneously ejaculated. Wim filling
the end of the condom with his seed and Kevy pumping shot after shot of hot
white sticky semen between their two bodies. They both collapsed, Kevy
turning on his side and Wim pulling out.  Wim peeled off the condom and
knotted it at the end and putting his arm over Kevy's waist both boys fell
into a deep exhausted sleep.

End of Part 8

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