Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 20:02:25 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in old Amsterdam Part 9

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.


                   Back in Old Amsterdam

                      By Storyteller 2

Part 9

The telephone rang bringing me back to the land of the living. In my
confused state I thought I didn't set the alarm. As I became more awake I
remembered Wim saying that he and Kevy would join us. I answered the
phone. It was Wim.

"Good morning, my Dad. Did I wake you?"

"Good morning, my son. Yes, you did, what time is it?"

"Just gone 7.30, I've just woke up, Kevin is still asleep, what about
David?"

I looked at the sleeping form sprawled half over me, he was totally relaxed
and breathing deeply. "he is still out for the count," I replied.

Wim said, "I must know, did you let him do anything to you last night?"

"No, my love you still are the only one, how about you?"

I heard the sigh of relief down the phone and he said, "No, my Dad, you are
still my one and only, but I did it to Kevin and he went wild, we both
climaxed together.  It was good I enjoyed it, but it was sex not love, if
you know what I mean."

"Same here," I said, "I do know what you mean. David climaxed at the same
time as I did.  He said it was fantastic and within seconds of him cumming
he was sound asleep."

"Don't forget to take the chain off the door and I can let myself into the
room, I must hang up now or I will pee myself, don't do anything till we
arrive, love you," and he hung up.

The mention of the bladder had its effect on me and I slipped out of the
bed without waking David, grabbed a pack of cigs and made for the
bathroom. Inhaling at one end and exiting at the other I was in pure
heaven. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was a mess.  Caked semen all
over my front, pubic hairs all matted and a love bite on my shoulder. I
wonder when he did that. It just goes to show when the sex drive takes
over, all other pain and reason goes out the window. I put that thought in
my CPU to be recalled when my son and I were having one of our talks. A
quick shake and I was done, I smiled to myself remembering the old adage
'if you shake it more than twice you are playing with it.' I slid the chain
off the door so Wim could come in and crept back to the bed.

David had rolled onto his back and I could see by the tent he was making he
was sporting a morning hard on. I slipped back beside him, fully expecting
him to wake up. All that happened was his subconscious detected my presence
and he rolled over. His leg came over my thigh and his arm over my chest
and I could feel his hard boyhood pushing against my upper thigh. I waited
till my hands had warmed up and then slid one down his back to his
buttocks. He was soft and warm and felt delightful. Even though he was
still asleep he moved his lips to my chest and started to suck on my skin.
His hips pushed forward driving his hard penis into the flesh of my leg.
This had the only effect it could have and I became as hard as a rock. His
hand moved down from my chest searching. His fingers pulled at my pubic
hairs and then found my throbbing manhood. Instinctively he wrapped his
fingers round my tool. I smiled to myself, the last time I was in bed with
this boy he did exactly the same and had a monumental wet dream and was
then very upset that he had missed it.

I was not going to let that happen again. I kissed his neck and gave it a
little nibble. He groaned in his sleep. I took the lobe of his ear between
my teeth and give it a nip. He groaned even louder but still remained
asleep. I used one hand to squeeze a buttock and the other to massage his
neck. His eyelids fluttered and he became awake with a start. His body
jerked causing his boyhood to bury itself in my thigh.

"Good morning David," I said quietly.

"Oh! Good morning Kris, was I doing it again?"

"You were."

"I'm pleased you woke me I wouldn't have wanted to miss this again. You
feel so warm and I feel that I am almost inside you. Hold me closer
please."

I put both arms round under his armpits and clasped him to my chest. He
just let his body flow over mine and made the maximum contact he physically
could. He sighed and his lips met mine in a morning kiss which got more
passionate by the second. His hips ground into mine as he mounted me, one
leg at each side of my thighs. He fell flat on top of me, his hands under
my back and his tongue like a rapier darting in and out of my mouth. I slid
my hands to his buttocks and gripped him tightly to stop him from grinding
into me.

"Relax, David, don't come to a climax yet, enjoy some foreplay first."

His body relaxed but he left his tongue, limp, in my mouth. I released his
bottom and slowly massaged his buns, moving slowly up his back till I
reached the back of his neck.  His tongue came out of my mouth and he
gasped, "My God this is awesome, do you do this with Wim?"

"Sometimes," I replied.

"The lucky little bugger. Have you and Wim gone all the way yet? The last
time I was here you had not got that far."

Still slowly massaging is neck I said, "Don't you think that is a private
thing between Wim and myself?"

He sighed and said, "I suppose so."

He slid lowly downwards and under the duvet. I could feel his hot breath
around my pubic area and then his lips sliding over my manhood. It was my
turn to groan. I felt down and tapped his bottom and he knew exactly what I
wanted and he moved into the classic 69 position. I used my hand to grip
his hips and raised them so I could position my mouth over the end of his
raging hard-on. We both sucked each other into each others throat. Just one
deep suck and we then broke it.

"Later," he cried, "oh God later," and moved round so he was laid next to
me, his arms round my shoulders and his head next to mine.

There was knock at the door and Wim's voice called, "Are you two awake?"

"Come in son," I said and sat up.

Wim and Kevy came through the door with I believe the expression is 'with
shit eating grins' on their faces and two trays containing coffee and tea
and a mound of toast.

"Oh great, breakfast in bed," I said. "Pour me a cuppa, please, son."

"No sooner said than done, my Dad." He looked at the ashtray and continued,
"No ciggy yet?"

"Go for a pee and see," I said with a smile. "I had one just after you
called and as I was shaking hands with my best friend."

He brought the tea over and I lit my second of the day. I looked at the
time, nearly 9 O'clock, not bad for me on a morning. The tea and the
cigarette were like nectar and the toast wasn't bad either. Kevy had not
said a word but he was taking his clothes off and then with a coffee in his
hand he snuggled in beside me.

"Did you enjoy last night and did you sleep well?" I asked.

With a mouthful of toast he said, "I had the best sex I've ever had and I
slept like a log. Wim had to wake me up I was in such a deep sleep."

Whilst we were talking Wim had followed suit and climbed in beside David.
There we were four in a bed, all with mugs in our hands: two tea's, two
coffee's and a load of toast and me with a cig in my mouth! The only thing
sexy about it was we were all naked. I said,

"There were four in the bed and the little one said roll over."

They all looked at me as though I had lost my mind. I grinned and pushed
David, who in turn pushed Wim who fell out of the bed. Wim caught on first,
ran round the bed and got in at the other side. I rolled over Kevy without
spilling a drop of the amber nectar -tea for the Australian's not Larger!-
and then pushed Kevy so he was next to David which left a space for Wim to
snuggle in beside me. Wim and I turned towards each other and our arms
entwined, our lips met and we just held each other in a loving embrace. Our
hands explored our now familiar bodies and we became oblivious to anything
or anyone around us.

Aftera little while I realised it was very quiet and I thought the other
two had gone back to sleep. Wim gave me a squeeze and with his eyes
indicated that he wanted me to look over my shoulder. We both shifted so we
could see the other side of the bed.

Kevin was laid on top of David with their lips glued together. You could
see both of their tongues working in and out of each others mouth. David
had three fingers inserted into Kevin's rectum and each of their other
hands were grasping their hard boyhood's. Kevin's hip were slowly gyrating
in a double movement, up and down and in a circle both at the same time.
This movement was rubbing David's penis between their bodies and David's
hand was slowly jerking Kevin. Wim slipped out of bed and returned very
quickly with four packets.

"We might need these and I'm sure they will very shortly."

As he spoke Kevin's hand came round David's buttocks and his fingers
searched for David's sphincter. They found their mark and David lifted his
legs upwards and let out a groan of pleasure as Kevin pushed his fingers
home. Wim undid two of the condom packets, gave one to me and kept one
himself. He nodded towards the other two boys and I understood what he
wanted me to do. Wim took David's penis out of Kevin's hand and rolled the
condom on his throbbing member. Kevin looked at me and took the condom out
of my hand and rolled it onto my penis.

Wim saw what was happening and gave the other to David who did the same for
Wim.  Both laid on their sides, Kevin with his back to me facing David and
David did the same with is back towards Wim.  The two middle boys interwove
their legs and became in a semi-fetal position giving both Wim and myself
easy access.

Both Wim and myself put our arms over their waists and I held David's penis
whilst Wim held Kevin's. I slid forward and the lubricated condom slid
easily into Kevin. Wim did the same and entered David. Wim and I set up a
stroke, we both moved inwards at the same time and pulled on the rock hard
boyhood's in our hands. We kept up the rhythm and gradually built up speed,
each stroke going deeper till we were both as far in as we could get. We
could feel the response from both boys and four sex crazed bodies started
to breathe in a ragged fashion.

Kevy shouted, "Harder, deeper! Oh yes, this is fantastic! More, more, I'm
nearly there."

David responded to Wim, "I'm in the same state, let's all cum together. I'm
cumming, oh Jesus, I'm cumming."

Their cries were enough to send both Wim and myself over the top and we
buried our manhood's with one final deep thrust and shot time after time
into the condoms. As we climaxed we felt both David and Kevy go rigid and
shudder in unison. They ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot white sticky
liquid into the condoms. We all collapsed on our backs in a state of
exhaustion.

After a few minutes I slipped the condom off and knotted it. Wim had done
the same and he smiled at me as he passed me a cigarette and lighter and
our ESP was working very strongly and I knew he was thinking, `Well, Dad, we
are still the only ones to do it to each other.' I replied with my ESP, `and
that is how I hope it will be for a long time to come, my love.' His smile
became broader and I knew he had received my message.


We must have drifted off to sleep because I checked my watch and was amazed
to see it was coming up to 10.45. Wim was in 'the Wim position' and David
was curled up with Kevin. I kissed my son on his left ear and then nibbled
the lobe. His eyes opened and he gave me that smile that melted stone. His
lips came to mine and we gave each other a loving kiss, no urgent passion
just a Dad, Son kiss of affection.


"The 5's, I think," I said, "leave them asleep and we can be finished
before they wake up."

"Good idea, I need the loo first though. When you hear the shower start
come in."

With that he slid off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. I lit
another cig and before it was halfway finished I heard the shower start. I
took a peek at the two sleeping beauties only to see they were still
oblivious to the world and joined my Wim. We had our standard shower, each
doing the others parts that only that brand of Larger could find and
finished by holding each other in a loving embrace with hot water cascading
over our now very clean bodies.

Their was a knock on the bathroom door and two dishevelled, tousled haired
boys entered.  They both stepped into the shower. I took David and Wim took
Kevin. We positioned them so they were facing each other and we were at
their backs. We gave then each a bar of soap and we soaped their backs.
David soaped Kevin's front and visa-versa.

With soap slicked bodies they put their arms round each other and started
to gyrate, hugging themselves into a passionate embrace. Both Wim and I let
our fingers slide between the cheeks of their bottoms and with soap
lubrication we inserted our fingers in the only place available. Our action
sent them wild. Their hips mashed together and groans and moans of ecstasy
escaped from deep within them. We could sense they were near climax and my
fingers hit David's prostate. Wim had the same idea and both boys screamed
in delight as their bodies stiffened, their arms contracting pulling their
torso's hard against each other. We could see the muscles of their bodies
contract and spasm, we felt their anus muscles clamp like vices on our
fingers and they ejaculated shot after shot of boy juice between their
bodies.

Their arms became limp and they turned round putting their arms round mine
and Wim's neck both breathing like they had just swum a hundred metres flat
out. We each supported the boys by cupping our hands round their buttocks
until their breathing became normal and the strength returned to their
legs.

The hot steamy water cleansed all our bodies and as we all got back to
normal I turned off the shower and passed large fluffy white bath sheets to
each of them. We moved back to the room and dried each other.

Up until now not a word had been spoken and as we were getting dressed both
Kevy and David thanked both of us for a fabulous time. David's eyes were
full of tears as he said,

"This will be the last time I see you."

"No, it will not," Wim retorted. "We have to come back, well, at least Kris
has to come back to do a job for Henk's dad and I think he is going to do
that over the Easter period so I will be on school holidays and coming with
him, if he will let me."

He gave me one of his 'butter wouldn't melt in his mouth looks' and a big
grin spread across as I nodded.

"Oh great, fantastic, kewl," and both boys jumped up and down with delight.

I looked at the time and it was getting near Noon and my tummy was telling
me it was time for food.

"Anyone hungry?"

"The 'hut'," they all cried in unison.

We walked down to the pizza place just in time for their special lunchtime
deal. A hot plate with all the different types of pizza's cut into portions
and as much as you could eat, including the salad bar and one soft drink,
for a fixed price. What amused me was the kids price was cheaper than the
adult price. I watched as there were a lot of families partaking of the
feast and without exception the kids ate more than the adults! Now that
doesn't make commercial sense. My crew delved in and had a ball. Of course
I didn't!  I estimated the boys had at least twice what I had and they
reminded me of my friend in LA, he has two adopted kids, one a bit older
than Wim and one a bit younger. Those kids are Gannets too.

To my utter amazement they all asked for a dessert, extra cost of course.
They attacked the ice-cream machine and sprinkles some hideously coloured
jelly things on top.  I refrained but did steal a couple of spoonful of Wim
ice-cream, much to his feigned annoyance.

"Time to leave boys," I said, "we have other things to do this afternoon."

The crestfallen looks on David's and Kevin's faces made me feel sad.

"Don't be sad, boys," I said, "Wim and I will be back in about four weeks
and we will do it all again."

"I shall be counted the days," David said with a catch in his voice.

"So will I," Kevin said.

We left the "Hut" and walked slowly back towards the hotel. As we reached
the end of the road that led to the hotel David threw his arms round my
neck and with tears in his eyes said, "I will miss you, come back soon,"
and gave me a special kiss.

"You look after Kevin for me," I said softly in his ear.

"I will, I promise."

He let go and did the same to Wim. Kevin followed suit. They walked off
towards their homes and Wim and I turned into the street and arrived back
at the hotel without a word between us. I'm sure we both felt sad.

We opened the door of the room to find it had been rearranged. An extra
double bed had been added. We looked at each other in disbelief and both
opened our mouths to speak.

"You first," I said.

"I know nothing!" he said as he moved to the telephone.

He talked in Dutch for about a couple of minutes, put the phone on the hook
and turned to me and said.

"Well, that is a turn up for the book."

"Well?" I said.

"It appears that their was an extra booking for two weeks so they have used
my room. They knew Paul and Henk were stopping the night so they put a
spare bed in here.  It isn't all bad though be cause all my kit has been
packed, except for some clean clothes and been sent to Rotterdam to be
shipped over to London. It has saved me a job. Is that okay with you?"

"Fine," I said, "but it does mean that your plans to be alone with me
tonight have gone for a flying shit, still there is tomorrow night ... at
HOME in London."

"Oh, yes, and the night after that and the night after that and the
night--"

I shut him up by pulling him close and giving him a lip to lip, tongue to
tongue kiss to which he responded in kind. We clung to each other like
limpets.

"I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "I love you my son, more than
you will ever know."

To my surprise he said quite sharply,

"Bollock's."

He buried his lips into mine and continued, "I know how much you love me
and you know how much I love you, no one in this world has a greater love
for each other than you and me."

"You and I," I corrected.

"You are a pedantic old sod, but I still love you," he said with an impish
grin. "Would you like a cuppa?"

"Oh, yes, I could murder one and I fancy something sweet."

"Well, you've got me."

"Not to eat, you silly sod!"

"WELL!"

I clipped his bum through his Jeans, "bugger off and get some tea and
cakes, the other boys will be here soon."

He looked at his watch, "No I don't expect them till about 3.30pm, so we
can have a cuddle with the tea," and he disappeared through the door.

I watched him go through the door, quick and lithe, fluid in his movements,
giving off an aura of happiness. How his demeanor had changed, from a
downtrodden, sad little boy to a vibrant, contented, happy teenager. Yes
Kristoff, together we had made a difference to this boys life. I say we,
not in the sense of the Royal "We" but as Wim and myself as it had become a
partnership, each feeding off each other. I thanked both Wim and God for
making me feel at least 15 years younger. I laid back in the chair, put my
hands behind my head and closed my eyes with a smile of contentment on my
face.

A wet tongue in my ear brought me back to consciousness with a jolt.

"Were you dreaming about me?" Wim asked.

"Why do you ask that?" I said, pouring a cup of tea and noting with
appreciation a pile of iced fancies, jam roll and a sponge cake.

"You had that 'I love Wim' look on your face, you know the look you give me
when you think I'm not looking, the look that makes me feel I'm loved and
wanted."

"Rule 1 applies," I said, "I can't remember, I didn't even know I had
dropped off to sleep."  He poured himself a cup of tea and helped himself
to one of the small iced fancies which went into his mouth, whole.

He started to say something and I stopped him dead in his tracks, "Don't
speak with your mouth full, it's rude."

"Sorry, Dad," he said, stuffing another iced fancy in his mouth.

"Oy! Leave some of them for me ... Gannet."

"I thought I was your 'little rabbit' not your Gannet," he said with a
grin.

"I'll get you some lettuce and a carrot," I retorted.

"Now I wonder where I would put the carrot," he giggled.

We continued this father and son banter, drinking tea and finishing off all
the cakes. He came across from his chair and flopped on my lap. His arms
went round my neck and I held him round his waist. This was the cuddle we
both wanted. We purred in each others ear, gentle kisses went to and fro.
We just sat there and enjoyed each others company. I don't know wether it
was the warmth of our bodies, the way we were relaxed in each others arms
or that we were just knackered but the phone woke us both up with a start.

Two bodies jerked awake and two voices exclaimed "shit" together. Wim
sprang off my lap like an uncoiling spring and picked up the phone. I
looked to see what time it was and was amazed to see it was nearly 15.30.
That must be the other two boys. Wim put the phone down and pulled my out
of the chair.

"Come on Dad we're going out."

"Eh!"

"Henk's Dad is with Paul and Henk and we are going for a drive. We are
going to do the tourist bit again."

I followed him to the lift and asked where we were going. Wim explained
that it was nearly April and it had been a reasonably warm winter and the
Tulip fields were in full bloom and according to the other two they looked
fab! They thought it would be a good idea to go and have a look at them.
Great, I thought, I wonder if they sell the bulbs.  Holland is world famous
for it's bulbs and I could do with some more for the back garden. I was
given the front passengers seat and the boys sat in the back. Henk's Dad
and I chatted and he was pleased that I was a keen gardener. He confirmed
that they did sell the various bulbs and getting them direct from the
grower they were much cheaper. I have mentioned before in this tome that if
you get the chance to go to the Netherlands leave time to explore the
diamond markets and if it is in the Springtime do go and see the bulb
fields, they are magnificent. They stretch as far as the eye can see in all
the colours of the rainbow. There are acres of glass under which they
cultivate everything from snowdrops to tomatoes.  Huge patches of the same
colour Daffodils, Tulips, laid out like a patchwork quilt.

The light beat us and armed with string bags full of bulbs and corms we
made our way back to the hotel as it was getting dark. Henk's Dad arranged
to pick both if us up tomorrow afternoon and transport us to the airport.
He wanted to know if he should bring a van for all Wim's luggage but I told
him it was on its way to Rotterdam for a sea crossing to Hull and then by
carrier to London. All we would have with us was hand baggage.  It went
very quiet in the car and I noticed that we were on a slightly different
route.

We pulled up outside my favourite restaurant. Henk informed me it was okay
as his Dad had booked at the beginning of the week. I asked Wim if he knew
this was going to happen and I could tell by one look at his incredulous
face he hadn't a clue that it had been planned.  Neither of the other two
boys had been here before and they were a bit overawed at the ambience of
the place. It also turned out that Henk's dad hadn't been before either.

"Your table will be ready in about 15 minutes, Mr. Hammond," the Maitre-de
informed us. "Would like a drink at the bar?"

"I'm sure we all would, thank you," and Wim had a smug expression on his
face as he led the other two to the bar. He knew what would happen and it
did. The barman greeted him like a long lost friend and said,

"A cold one, no ice," and placed his cola in front of him. "And what would
the other two boys like?"

They agreed what they wanted and Paul said in an incredulous voice, "You
never ordered that and he knew what you wanted!"

"Oh, Kris and I eat here all the time," he said in a superior voice. "They
even know what we will order for dinner."

Henk was impressed but said, " I bet you they don't."

Henk's Dad and I joined them at the bar and my large G&T with ice and Lemon
was put in front of me. Henk's Dad ordered the same and the barman gave all
three of them a menu. He gave Wim and myself a knowing look and we nodded.
The other two boys eyes were like saucers, first at the menu and secondly
that Wim and I didn't have to order.

"There you are, see," Wim crowed.

I gave him a stern look as much to say 'don't show off'.

Paul asked, "What are you two having then?"

Wim showed him our choice on the menu and Paul decided that was for him
too.  Henk and his Dad pondered for what seemed an age and I could hear
Wim's tummy rolling. At last they decided that they would go with the flow
and have the same as the rest of us.

Just before the barman left I changed my mind about the starter. I ordered
Escargot instead of the oysters and I changed Wim's starter to a dozen
instead of six. When he asked why I told him we would share the two dishes
between us.

"Good," he said with that impish look in his bright twinkling eyes that
sparkled like blue diamonds, "you will need the oysters for later tonight!"

We had just finished the starter when Paul said,

"Kris, we had a maths question today and it has been bugging both Henk and
me 'cos we can't work it out."

"You, David and Wim," I said with a grin.

Wim interrupted, "he knows the bloody answer too but the miserable old sod
won't tell me."

"Four things, my son," I gave him another stern look, "don't swear in
public, your Dad maybe old but he is not miserable or a sod and it is -
will not, not won't."

Everyone but Wim smiled at the mild rebuke and the correction of his
English.

Wim pulled a face at me and continued, "All he would tell me was one of the
statements was not true and then he said to get on the right track 'how
much did they actually pay for the meal."

The main course arrived and maths went out of the window. It was as usual
absolutely delicious. Not a word was spoken apart from the odd murmur of
appreciation of an excellent meal. The waiter arrived with the dessert cart
complete with the spirit burner and the cherries jubilee was prepared
before our eyes. You could see the boys mouths watering. Paul was now
passed the road to recovery in his eating habits and it was great to see
him tuck into a hearty meal and really enjoy it. He saw me looking at him
and flashed me a stunning smile. We both knew what I was thinking.

We all partook in coffee and a small Tia Maria which the boys thought was
great. Henk's Dad's eyebrows went up when I ordered them but after
explaining my philosophy on booze and kids he thought for a while and then
agreed it was a good idea. We chatted over the coffee and the boys went
back to the maths problem. It was amusing to listen to them discussing the
knotty problem of where the other Florin had gone. I detected that Wim and
Paul were nearly there, they were going along the right lines.

It was Henk's Dad who suggested that we call it a day as he needed to get
back home and the time had crept round to 22.15 and he had further to go
than we did.

He paid the bill and we left in really good spirits. As we walked back to
the hotel for the last time Wim was telling the other two about the
sleeping arrangements.

Paul slowed up and walked by my side.

"Can I--?"

I held up my hand and said, "I know what you are going to say, you had
better ask Wim."

He quickened his pace. He talked to Wim in Dutch, who looked at me, smiled
and nodded.  It was Wim who slowed up and came to my side.

"As it will be the last time for a long time to come I see no reason why he
cannot and anyway Hank has asked me, to ask you, if he can sleep with me so
it seems that we will have to wait all of 24 hours to be alone."

I grinned at him and said, "If I must I will have to wait but it will be
worth the wait my love."

"Tomorrow can't come quick enough," he replied.

"Don't wish your life away son," and with that we arrived at the hotel. Wim
got the room key and we called the lift. We arrived at the room and closed
the door for our final night.

We took our outdoor clothes off and flopped into the easy chairs. The boys
kicked off their shoes and stretched out. I followed suit and propped
myself up on the bed.  Wim came and laid by my side. We rolled towards each
other and our arms entwined. Our lips met and we both closed our eyes and
enjoyed the intimacy. There was a chorus of,

"They are at it again," from the other two.

We ignored them and Wim raised a single finger behind his back in their
direction.  Paul turned off the main light and put on the bedside
lamps. Wim said,

"I'm tired, it has been a long day, let's get ready and go to bed."

I think everyone felt the same as we all stripped ourselves and Henk and
Wim climbed in one bed and Paul came and slipped in beside me.

I turned off the lamps. I heard Henk sigh and Wim murmur, "Good night, Dad."

I replied, "Good night, son, God bless," and I'm sure they had both dropped
off to sleep.

Paul snuggled up to my side putting one leg over mine and put an arm over
my chest.  I held him close and let my fingers run down his spine. He
purred like a cat and as I held one of his buttocks in my hand he sighed
and his lips sucked at my chest.

His breathing became very regular and he was completely relaxed. I joined
him in the land of nod.

So much for the oysters!


End of Part 9

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