Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1998 21:51:57 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: The Breakfast Meeting part 3

"The Breakfast Meeting" (m/t) (t/t) (con)

This story was inspired by three stories I read on the Nifty Archive a site
which I recommend.  The stories were On a wing and a prayer', Caring for
Cody' and Codys Companions'.  In the story that follows all the sexual
parts are pure fiction and should read as such.It does not mean the author
promotes sexual relationships between men and teenage boys. Some of the
other stuff is factual, Well Amsterdam is still there and aeroplanes
fly. If sufficient interest is shown it could be the first of a series.

If you are not of a legal age etc. or are offended by homosexual behaviour,
man/boy relationships etc. etc then go away and read the works of
Dr. Sigmund Freud it might open your eyes and mind.


			   The Breakfast Meeting
                              
			     by Storyteller_2
                              
part 3
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Chapter 8

My day off

I slowly came into the world of the living. I had this boy in my arms with
his arms round my neck and his legs round my thighs and his morning hard-on
stuck in my belly button.  His head was nuzzled into my neck and he was
breathing deeply, sleeping the sleep of the just. I could just see my watch
which said 7 45. I needed my morning injection of nicotine and a drink.
There was still the Gin and tonic water but at this time of the morning oh
no.  What I wanted was a cup of tea. Wim stirred.

"Good morning, sir, can I get you anything?"

"Yes, a cigarette and a cup of tea, please."

"The cigarettes are on the table and the tea will be here in 10 minutes."

He skipped out of the bed, threw my cigs and lighter on the bed pulled on
his jeans and disappeared from the room before I could say anything. I
stuck a cig in my mouth lit it and inhaled deeply and then had a fit of
coughing. I must give it up! I just sat there thinking of what had happened
during the night. Well it was a first time for me. I wondered if it was for
Wim. I must put him on his honour and ask him. Now I had to think, did I
enjoy it?  Putting myself on my honour I had to say I did! Now what did
that make me, gay, bi, boy lover. Philip was a boy when I got him but
nothing like this happened and anyway boy lovers only love young boys and I
still love my Philip and his wife June and my grandson and I'm sure if I
got custody of Wim I would love him when he was 30+ or at least till I
breathed my last. I've always had a heterosexual relationship before last
night and I don't fancy other men. Shit! what the hell is going on?  For
the moment I'll just put it down to ... true love'!

I was just pulling the last drag of the fag when the door opened and in
walked Wim with a tray. A big pot of tea two cups and saucers a stack of
toast and a pot of marmalade. Oh joy of joy.

"Milk no sugar, please, and make it quick I could drink that pot dry."

The first cup of tea in morning to me is like the elixir of life. It just
does not touch the sides but oh how good it tastes. The second cup is the
one that is savoured. Wim poured out two cups and placed one in my waiting
hands. I took a long deep drink closed my eyes and leaned back against the
headboard. I felt Wim get into the bed beside me.  He had slipped out of
his clothes and snuggled up.

"Don't get too settled I'll need another cup in about 30 seconds and then
you can settle down for about 10 minutes whilst I pull my scattered wits
together".

"Is that all you want pulled?"

"At the moment, yes."

His hand slipped down under the covers. "It doesn't feel like that to me,"
he grinned gently putting his hand round my morning hard-on.

I drained the cup. "Leave it alone and go and get me another cup of tea."

"Certainly, sir. Three bags full, sir. Right away, sir." He bowed and pulled
his forelock.

I clipped his ear as he let go of my manhood and got out of bed and poured
me my second cup. He stood there with a hot cup of tea in one hand and 5"
of hard dick in the other and a silly grin on his face.

"Come on back to bed" I said lighting another cigarette and swinging my
legs over the side of the bed and putting my feet on the floor. He came and
sat down beside me. We put the cups on the bedside table put our arms
around each other and just hugged.  "Get up and let me have a look at your
back and bum," I said. "How do they feel?"

"Do you know I'd forgotten about them. They must be getting better."

I had noticed that the redness on his face was almost gone and there was
only a very slight bruise. He stood up and turned round. I was pleased with
what I saw. The raised welts had flattened out and the red marks could
still be seen but were much more subdued.

"The Pharmacist said this had to be treated night and MORNING."

"Oh!  Goody does that mean I have to be clean."

"Of course, let's have some of that toast and marmalade and another cup of
tea and then hit the shower."

The teapot was empty, the toast consumed and the shower was running just
that little bit hotter that we had had it before.

"This shower is much better now it is hotter," Wim commented. "The soap
seems to be more slippery."

We were foaming all over like the top of a good pint of beer, all white and
creamy and I could have lifted him up and drunk him just like the pint!  He
was stood 1/2" in front of me with his arms round my neck and 4-1/2" of his
boyhood between the top of my thighs. My arms were under his arms and down
his back my hands cradling his two now healing buttocks. I gently squeezed
and the 1/2" became a minus figure squashing my hard on against his flat
smooth tummy. `Oh God,' I thought, `here we go again.' We wriggled, ground,
pushed, pulled, our fingers exploring every inch of our bodies. We reached
our orgasm simultaneously.

"Do we have to go out? I could stay in the shower all day."

"You would look like a very pink prune," I said, "but even as a pink prune
I would still love you."

He kissed me, sighed and turned off the water. Still dripping with water we
cleaned our teeth, I dried my face with a small towel and had a shave and
felt more like a human being Wim watching me all the time.

"Do you know that is the first time I have seen a man shave?"
 
"You are joking."

"No and you are the first man I have seen naked."

Well that partly answered one of my questions but not fully. I said, "You
haven't picked a very good specimen with me, old, fat, ugly and well past
my prime."

"I don't think of you as old and it is only your belly that is fat the rest
of you is fine. And what is the saying? `Beauty is in the eye of the eye of
the beholder' and I think you are very beautiful. Well, maybe not beautiful
but very handsome."

Pulling the two bath towels off the heated towel rail we went back into the
bed room. We dried each other and my appointment with the Trichologist
became even closer!

"On the bed, young man, face down and be prepared for your ointment."

"Is that all I'm going to get?" he giggled. I very gently slapped his rump
and proceeded to massage the ointment into the areas that needed attention.
I must say I don't know what was in the stuff but it was working wonders,
this was the third application and it was nearly healed.

"What does it feel like, Wim? WIM! What does it feel like?"

I could not believe it the little sod had gone to sleep.

"Shit, the little sod has gone to sleep," I said out loud.

I felt his muscles tense, his body shake and then he started to laugh.

"Got you there."

"Well, it's the first time you haven't gone to sleep."

"But it is so relaxing and you are so gentle but answering your question,
it don't hurt at all now."

"Good then I think that tonight will be the last time I need to do this and
it is `does not' not `don't'."

He ignored my correction.

"Oh no, you must do this night and morning for the rest of my life."

"I'd better go and get some more ointment then," I teased.

"Baby oil will be just as good if not better."

"Come on get dressed we've got the tourist thing to do today, where are you
going to take me?"

He jumped up, planted a big wet kiss on my cheek and got dressed at the
speed of light. I'd just got my boxers on when he was ready.

"Come on, slow poke," he chided. "You must be getting old."

His bottom got a flick of a wet towel and for a change I was quick and a
good shot.  Luckily for him he had his thick jeans on otherwise it would
have hurt.

"It's a surprise and it won't cost a lot."

I finished dressing and looked out of the window for the first time this
morning. It was like a Christmas card scene, snow on the roof tops but a
beautiful blue sky and the sun shining down giving a sharp outline to
everything.

"I bet it is cold so we had better wrap up well, I don't want you getting
pneumonia."

"I'll go and get my coat and gloves from my room I'll be back in two
minutes," and he dashed off again at the speed of an express train.
`Doesn't he do anything at normal speed?' I thought. `He will wear me out
and then remembered the middle of the night and some of his kisses.'

We caught a tram, sat close together like father and son and he informed me
that he would tell me when it was time to get off. He looked snug in a warm
scarf, overcoat, woolly gloves and one of those wool bobble hats pulled
down over his ears. His face glowed and those magnificent blue eyes
sparkled like champagne. There was a permanent smile on his lips which
broke into a wide grin showing his even white teeth when he saw me looking
at him.

"You still like what you see, I see," he murmured.

"How do you know that?"

"I don't know, just the way you look at me I guess."

"Very perceptive of you. Yes, I do love what I see."

"Time to get off" and he jumped up and made his way to the exit of the tram
with his hand in mine pulling me along with him. I looked around and saw we
were in the Diamond district of Amsterdam. I had been here before many
years ago but hadn't had time to browse. He pulled me along at a pace, he
said to keep me warm, but I think he was just in a rush as he always seemed
to be. We stopped outside a locked door and he rang the bell.

"Oh, hello, Wim," the man said in English. "To what do I owe this doubtful
pleasure?"

"You know very well why I am here. This is the guest from the hotel I rang
you about this morning."

"Good morning, sir. Please come in."

Apparently he arranged this visit whilst getting the tea and toast for
breakfast. This place was a high class diamond cutting and jewellery house
not normally open to the public. The guy that owned it was the father of a
school friend of Wim. They had both been on the school trip to France and
were very good friends. We got the grand tour and even my little tornado
showed great interest as he had not been in the workshops before.  If you
go to Amsterdam I recommend you do a tour of the diamond district but leave
your credit card and wallet at home! Half way through the tour Wims friend
from school joined us.

"What do you think of Henk?" he whispered.

"I haven't noticed him, all I'm interested in is you."

"Well notice him then cos I've told him about you."

"What did you tell him?" I gasped.

"Only that I had met the most wonderful guy in the world and wanted to be
with him for ever. He knows what my father does to me but is sworn to
secrecy. I told him nothing else, I swear!"

"OK, my son, I shouldn't have doubted your discretion."

Henk was not like Wim at all. He was about 3" taller at 5'6" and had much
more bulk to him, wider shoulders thicker neck and arms, not out of
proportion you understand but seemed to be more mature. I would have
guessed he was about 16. He had straight jet black hair and deep brown eyes
with phenomenally long eye lashes and a nice soft face. His complexion was
clear but looked as though it was lightly tanned but in February that was
questionable. Wim introduced me to him and he asked me if I was enjoying
the trip. I told him that this was my only day off and the rest was work,
but, yes, on the whole things were going very nicely thank you! Again his
English was as good as mine. He looked at Wim with a knowing smile.

"Come and look at this machine" he said pulling me away from the others.

When we were out of earshot of his Dad and Wim he whispered to me, "Wim
needs you," and then made a show of telling me how the machine polished the
diamond facets. Hmm! I thought, a caring friend.

We continued to the end of the tour and by that time my stomach was telling
me that it was lunch time. I looked at my watch and was amazed it had got
to 12 30 pm.

"We must go for some lunch," I said.

"We wouldn't think of it," Henk piped up. "Come on we've set up a bit of a
buffet so you won't go away hungry."
 
We all went to the conference room where there was a magnificent finger
buffet, devils on horseback, oh, how I love prawns wrapped in bacon, smoked
salmon with cucumber and wonders of wonders fresh oysters. I love fish and
apart from the bacon none of it was fattening :)! As we all tucked in I was
telling Henks father why I was here and the two kids were in deep
conversation at the other end of the room.

"I'm thinking of getting a new telephone system for here. Would you like to
advise me on the best system for my use?"

"No problem. Is there any hurry?"

"Oh, no, I've been thinking about it for over a year now so there is no
rush.  Fit it in when you can."

"I'll let you know when I am free and we must have a chat on the facilities
you want and then I can advise you on the best way of going about it."

"Talk to Henk, he's into telephones, computers the Internet and things like
that."

"Oh, no, I would sooner talk to you so I know what the business needs, not
some 16 year old kid who wants to surf the net at your expense."

"Thank you very much, but do talk to him.  He might learn something and he
is only just 14 but he is big for his age."

I thanked him for his hospitality and said that we must go as Wim had
somewhere else planned for me this afternoon. He looked at me and told me
in a very serious tone that he had never seen Wim looking so happy.

"Don't disappoint the boy, stay in touch with him when you leave. He may
need you."

Before I could answer him Wim was in his speed of light mode,

"Come on, come on," he insisted, "we've got to catch a train!"

We were sat on the train heading out of Amsterdam, Wim sat facing me with
this big grin on his face. At the next stop he got up took my hand and off
we went again.  I managed to slow him down sufficiently to get a cigarette
between my lips and realised that it was the first one I had lit up since
we left the hotel. Over 4 hours that must be a record! If I took Concord I
could make it to the States without biting someone's head off, mind you I
would have needed my Wim with me and an overdraft at the bank. The last
time I flew Concord some oil company was paying. Mmmm. "My Wim" that
sounded nice.

"What are you thinking?"

"Just that it is over 4 hours since I had a cigarette."

"Good it is about time you cut down, you smoke too much."

"Don't you start; I've got enough with my Daughter in Law."

We arrived outside the station and I saw we were out in the country.
Holland is flat, oh boy is it flat, with all the snow it looked even
flatter. We walked about a mile down the road, another first for years. If
I had more than a 100 yards to go, I either used my BMW motorcycle if it
was dry or my car if it was wet. This boys enthusiasm was infectious. We
turned into a little lane and arrived at what looked like a farm. It turned
out that it was a farm, very perceptive of you Kris!  During the tourist
season it was open to the public and they made Dutch Cheese. The farm
belonged to a family of another of Wims school friends who also went on the
trip to France.

I had the grand tour but this time it was Wims friend, Paul who took us
round. The lad knew his stuff and Wim gave me one of his looks which said
what do you think of Paul.  Paul was very similar to Wim, about the same
build, height, if about an inch or so shorter, and almost white hair. His
hair was shaved round the side but long on top and he had bright blue eyes.
Why is it that I can't speak a foreign language and all these people not
only spoke English but understood every word. You know what they say about
an Englishman abroad if he can't make himself understood he speaks slowly
and SHOUTS!  Not true with me, I don't shout! I have schoolboy German, a
smattering of French, Arabic and Japanese (which shakes the Japs I can tell
you) but no way am I as fluent as these kids are in my language.

Where was I? Oh yes Paul. He was well wrapped up against the cold so I
could not see the full shape of him but he moved nicely. I suddenly thought
to myself with great amusement, here I was in the most liberal Sex Capital
of Europe with a whole day to myself and what was I doing?; gadding around
the countryside with a 14 year old boy looking at diamonds and cheeses. I
could have been in the Red Light district of Amsterdam, which was a few
yards from the hotel, getting my leg over some delightful young lady. Sod
it I thought I'm enjoying this much, much, more and I put my hand on Wims
shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

He looked round and gave me a radiant smile and said, "You enjoying
yourself?"

"Very much so," I smiled.

"Good, but it's time to catch the train back to the City."

Again the time had rocketed by. I'm sure this kid made time go faster. I
thanked Paul and we called at the Farmhouse and thanked his parents and was
presented with a small whole Dutch Cheese. We said our goodbyes and left.
It would be time for dinner by the time we got back to the City and as this
was not my first time in Amsterdam I knew a few very nice restaurants. As
my treat I suggested to Wim that when we got off the tram near the hotel he
let me take him somewhere. He look with a question in his eyes. I think
that he thought this was my first time in his City so I told him that this
was not the first time I had been to Amsterdam, each time on business so I
did know a little of the place.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Ah now that's my secret. You wouldn't tell me this morning so now it is my
turn."

We got off the tram and threaded our way through the back alleys of the Red
Light District.

"Now I know you have been here before" he chided.

We arrived at a small restaurant. Wim stopped dead in his tracks.

"Not in here."

"Why not."

"They won't let you in."

"Want to bet."

"But this is one of the most exclusive places in Amsterdam."

"I know."

"Have you booked?"

"No"

"Then they certainly won't let you in."

"Lets see."

I pushed him through the door. I got a big smile and a handshake from the
Maitre De who said it was so nice to see me again. I said that I had not
booked but could he find a nice quiet table for two and we would like
dinner. He took our coats. It was no trouble and would we like to go to the
bar whilst the table was made ready and the pre dinner drinks were on the
house. Wims jaw was dragging on the ground. It was my turn to take his hand
and drag him in the direction of the bar. As we approached the bar, the
head bartender beamed and placed a large Gin & Tonic, ice and Lemon in
front of me.

"And what would the young sir like?"

"Er, a coke please."

"Ice?"

"No, thank you, just a cold one."

I drank my G&T and Wim sipped his coke. The head bartender gave Wim a menu
and asked if he would like to order. As Wim went to give me the menu the
man said, "That's OK, son, we know what your Dad wants, it's just your
order we want". Again his jaw dropped.

"What can I have?" he said.

"What ever you like."

"Do you like shell fish?"

"Oh, yes, I love them."

"Then just make it two of the usual then" I said.

"Very good, sir, your table is ready now."

We were led to a small alcove set into the wall with secluded lighting. The
table looked magnificent, pure white Damask table cloth and napkins with
silver rings. A pair of candles as a centre piece which caused the polished
cutlery to reflect the light.  There was another coke and G&T on the table.
We sat down opposite each other in our own little world and just smiled at
each other the soft lights playing on Wims golden hair. Wims jaw was now
firmly back up again and very much in gear. When, how, what, who, where,
the questions came tumbling out like bullets from a Gatling gun. I just
smiled and said here's the first course, eat your Oysters.

He was into his 5th. Oyster when I said, "Shit don't eat any more."

He stopped dead with a look of horror on his face.

"Why not? They are super!"

"I've just remembered they are an aphrodisiac and you don't need that."

"From what I have experienced neither do you, Dad, he said swallowing his
last one and grinning all over his face. I liked it when the bartender
called you my Dad.  It should be a good night tonight. What's the main
course?"

"Wait and see, son," I said, swallowing my last oyster.

The waiter came and took the empty plates away as Wim grabbed the last bit
of brown bread and butter. The waiter was back in a trice, as they say,

"I took the liberty of doing the young mans fillet steak the same as yours,
sir. If it is not to his liking we can always do it a little longer."

"I'll let you know but I'm sure I can get him to try it at least."

"Thank you, sir, shall I serve now?"

I said yes and was watching Wims face as the silver cover came off the
platter holding the main course. Under the cover was two 8 oz. fillet
steaks done medium rare and four Lobster Tails done in garlic butter with
all the trimmings. "Surf and Turf, sir", he said to Wim whose mouth was
watering so much it looked like he was leaking pre cum from his lips.

"What's this about the steak?"

"I like my steak so that it is red in the middle. I think it tastes better."

"I've never had it like that before, but I will try it and let you know."

I attacked the main course and I think for the first time all day, for a
minute or two anyway, I forgot Wim was there. I looked up to see how he was
getting on only to find that 50% of the steak had gone and only one Lobster
Tail was left.

"OK?"

"Mmmm fan..tas..tic no wonder you have a belly like that if you eat like
this all the time."

"You wait till the pudding and eat your vegetables while they are hot," I
teased.

"Yes, Dad!  I won't ask about the pudding because I know you will only say
wait and see."

He sat back, took a sip of the crisp white wine that has been served, and a
look of bliss was on his face. I knew I had a soul mate in good food. The
waiter cleared the plates away and was followed by a chef pushing a trolley
with a meths burner already lit.  The small copper pan was coated with a
liberal amount of sugar and the sugar slowly melted in the pan. Fresh Black
Cherries with the stones removed were rolled in the hot sugar and cherry
brandy and Kirsch was gently added. As the contents of the pan started to
bubble two large portions of Vanilla ice cream were put into two serving
dishes. A good measure of Cognac was dashed in to the lot and flambe.  The
whole flaming lot - literally - poured over the ice cream.  "Enjoy, sir,"
the chef said and left.
 
"If you don't eat that I will", I said making a grab for Wims plate. I got
a wrap on the back of my hand from a dessert spoon for my trouble and he
tucked in with gusto.

"Oh, this is incredible."

"Don't talk with your mouthful."

A swallow and then, "Yes, Dad," followed quietly by, "I wish you were. Oh,
I'm so full."

"So am I, but I've got just enough room for a coffee."

"So have I," was the reply.

I didn't even have to asked as two coffees laced with Tia Maria with thick
cream floating on the top were put in front of us.

"I'm just gobsmacked," Wim said.

"Where did you learn that expression?" I queried.

"Oh from a British TV programme."

"Typical!! Are you ready Wim?"

"Yes, I suppose. I wish we could start again, but I'm so full."

"You need to be careful. You will finish with a belly like mine."

"To be able to eat food like that every day it might be worth it," he
chuckled. "Yip, I'm ready."

I passed my AMEX and signed the slip.

"What colour is that AMEX?," asked Wim. "Is it Platinum?"

"No, it's plastic" and I put it away.

"They don't give those out to anybody" he went on.

I stopped him short and told him AMEX did not GIVE anything out to anybody
and unfortunately everything has a price. I think he put that one in his
CPU for retrieval later.

We walked the 1/2 mile back to the hotel, Wim got the room key from behind
the desk as no one was sat there and I called the lift. We fell into the
room absolutely wacked, flaked, knackered, beat, what ever adjective you
like to use and we just made the bed before we collapsed. I checked, Wim
had put on the safety chain. We both kicked off our shoes and just laid
there on our backs. I turned on my side to face him fully expecting him to
be asleep but he was looking at me. I said

"Thank you, Wim, for such a wonderful day. I've loved every minute of it
and wouldn't have missed it for the world. You were great company and I
love you very much."

He looked that look of his, his eyes searching deep into my soul and
whispered,

"I've never been so happy in my life. I loved every second and that meal at
the end was well something special. Thank you."

He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek which moved to my lips as he
rolled over to lay on top of me. My arms encircled his body, moved slowly
up to the side of his head my fingers running through his hair and our
tongues did a slow foxtrot in each others mouth.

"It's late, you have to go to school in the morning and your old man' will
want you in the kitchen so I want to check on your back and then you can go
off to your room and go to bed." I waited for a reaction. He looked me
straight in the eyes and said

"Yes, it is late and you are correct with the other things, but do you
really want me to go to my own room?"

"Of course NOT."

"Then I won't. Whilst you are in this hotel, THIS is my room. I want to be
with you for every single second of your stay here. You never know I might
never see you again after Friday."

"You've forgotten about your school break."

"Did you mean what you said about that?"

"Wim, I always mean what I say."

"What time is it?  10 15 pm."

"That's not late! It's not even your bedtime. Do you want to check my back
now?"

I nodded. He got up and slowly stripped putting his clothes on one of the
chairs. He came over and without a word just turned round and stood before
me. You could just see the outlines of his beating though not bad enough to
warrant another application of the miracle balm. "It's fine," I said
running my fingers over his back and bottom. He squirmed with pleasure and
complained that I was tickling but not to stop because he liked it. I
stopped and he turned round to face me 5" standing up for all to see. "I
see the Oysters are working!"

He never said a word. He moved closer and started to undress me. Kneeling
down he took off my socks, moved up to the waist band of my trousers
slipping the hook and running the zip down in one movement. I lifted my
hips and he slipped them down, folded them and put them on the other chair.
I sat up and he unbuttoned my shirt front and ran his slender fingers down
each arm undoing the button at the cuff. He moved his fingers to my neck
and gently removed my shirt again folding it and placing it on the chair.
He came back across the room and in a most sensuous manner climbed on my
lap putting one arm under mine and the other round my neck. All this time
he had not said one word. I cradled this delicate delightful boy on my lap
and in my arms. We could feel the love flowing between the two of us, we
didn't have to say a word, each one of us content in the closeness of our
minds and bodies. I moved my hand to try to pull down my boxers but found
it impossible. He moved one of his hands to the other side and between us
we slipped off the only remaining barrier between our naked flesh. Even in
this state of eroticism the boy had a super sense of humour.

"I see the Oysters are working for you too," and buried his lips against
mine as we slowly laid back on the bed.

"Wim?"

"Kris"

"You know what we are doing is against the law in both our Countries?"

"I do."

"I could be put in jail for a very long time if I was found out."

"But who is going to find out, you are not going to tell anyone and you
have seen how happy I am with you, so you don't think that I will tell
anyone do you?"

"I hope not."

"Don't be silly, everything that we have done so far I have wanted to do
and if I remember correctly I, what is the word in English? `Insti-'
something?"

"Instigated"

"Yes, that's the word, means I started it doesn't it?"

"It does but that would be no excuse in law," I said seriously. I could see
him thinking.

"I would die rather than tell anyone. It would mean I would loose you and
even if you don't take me to England permanently I can still come over to
see you and you can still come over and see me. We can be at each others
places in less than 2 hours and I know that if I was in trouble you would
come as soon as possible. That is right, isn't it?"

"Even if I had to swim the North Sea," I told him.

"Then don't let it worry you again and, anyway, in two years time, it will
be legal anyway."

"Not in the UK it wouldn't, we would have to wait till you were 18."

"Didn't I see on TV that the law was going to change in the UK?"

"Maybe, but it hasn't yet and they have had two goes at it already. Wim, I
don't want you to do anything that you don't want to."

"I won't but I cannot think of anything that I would not want to do with
you, he sighed, you are like a big Brother, an Uncle and the most
marvellous Dad all rolled into one" and he slid his hand between our bodies
and gently squeezed my very erect penis. God how I wished he was mine.

"Wim, here comes another few of my questions. OK with you?"

"Sure, I'll try to answer them honestly."

"You said that I was the first man you had seen naked. Does that mean that
what we have been doing is the first time for you?"

There was a long pause, he looked at me a bit apprehensively and then said,
"No, do you want to know the details?"

"Only if you want to tell me."

He thought again but for only a few seconds and said, "I do because I do
not want any secrets between the two of us."

He laid back on the bed and put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes
and started to tell me in the same voice as he answered my previous
questions the other night.

"I think that I have known since I was about 11 or 12 that I like male
company more than that of females. I have nothing against girls and I like
some of them a lot but none of them turned me on. They just became very
good friends but boys and some men caused me to get hard and think of them
in a sexy way. Not love. you understand like we have, just pure sex. It
took me some time to come to terms with this but that is how I am made and
I don't think that I will change.

It was last September when I got the chance to go on this school trip to
France. My Father wouldn't let me go at first but relented after Henk and
Pauls' Dads had a go at him. That was when I had my first experience of sex
with another male, boy or boys really. We travelled to France by train and
the trip was from the Friday night till the following Saturday. 8 nights
and 7 whole days. We stopped at a small hotel on the South Bank of the
Seine. There were 30 boys all between the ages of 11 and 14 and 6 teaching
staff. We were split up into 3's and allocated our rooms. I was in a room
with Paul and Henk. The room had one double bed and one single with a small
attached bathroom which had a wash basin, toilet and a shower."

He then told me a graphic story of his weeks introduction to boy/boy sex
games which is not within the remit of this story but could be posted at a
later date as "Wim in Paris".

"Is that what you wanted to know?" he said apprehensively.

"Yes, Wim, that's all I wanted to hear."

He turned on his side to face me, his penis completely slack, his body all
tense and a very worried look on his beautiful face and said in a low
trembling voice

"You still love me don't you?" His eyes starting to water.

"Of course I do. What you and your friends did was just a voyage of
discovery that most young boys all over the world go on. It is a way of
learning and finding out what sex is all about."

The worry lines on his face disappeared and his tense muscles relaxed, he
rolled over on top of me and I felt his member rise to meet mine. I slid my
finger down between his cheeks and very gently massaged his small tight
sphincter.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! More, more", he moaned his fingers moving between my
legs and upwards between my buttocks where he found mine and a bolt of
muscle spasmogenic energy ran from my toes to the top of my head. This
involuntary movement caused me to push my finger in to his anus which
caused a chain reaction in both of us.  We relaxed with our fingers
embedded in each of our bodies, both breathing heavily.

"This is ecstasy we murmured in unison", and then we both chuckled.

"We really are at one with each other", he said taking the very words out
of my mouth.

"Shut up and enjoy it."

"Oh, I am, I ammmm!"

We turned on our sides facing each other keeping our fingers embedded and
arranged our bodies so we could use our other hands to hold each others
erections. I held his boyhood at the base between my little finger and
thumb leaving my other fingers to gently massage his testicles and gently
pull his scrotum. He whimpered and groaned and his lips found mine, his
tongue darting in and out between my lips sucking at my tongue.  This was
sending me to Valhalla. Wim wriggled round into the 69 position maintaining
the same physical contact. We both went down on each others throbbing penis
till our noses were buried in each others pubic hair. I pulled him deeper
into my mouth by using my finger which sank deeper inside his anus. I felt
my finger touch the mound of his prostate gland which I gently massaged.
His body went rigid, back arched, the muscles of his anus gripped my finger
like a vice. I moved my finger away from his prostate and he semi relaxed.
He sank his finger further into my body looking for my prostate. He found
it and I reacted.

"Not yet," I breathed, let us make this last. He moved his finger and I
relaxed. If it was possible we moved closer together our free hands
caressing our skin. I moved to his nipples finding them as hard as rocks. I
gently squeezed and a combination of a moan and a groan came from deep
within him. I worked his prostate again. The glans expanded, his testicles
contracted close to his body and he started to pump his semen in waves into
my waiting mouth. He must have continued pumping for a full minute or it
seemed that long. He pushed his finger deep into me and hit the spot which
sent me over the top.  I shuddered, moaned, and let go like an oil well in
Texas. We both collapsed like rag dolls, completely spent, breathing like
we had just done a sprint in the Olympics. We both got our breath back
about the same time and simultaneously breathed the immortal words

"Awesome, man. Awesome."

Wim assumed his now, what I think, is his favourite position, his head
nuzzled in to my neck an arm across my chest and one of his leg against
mine and his other leg over mine and started licking my neck.

"Kris?"

"Yes, my son."

"Can we do that again?"

"When? NOW?!!"

He giggled, his body shaking and then bursting out into a full throated
laugh, "No, NOT now. I don't think that even I could do that again NOW!
And I'm much younger that you are!"

My free hand clipped his butt and then gave it a squeeze. "Time for bed."

I picked up the telephone and dialled in 0600 got the confirmation tone and
hung up.

"Good night, God bless, sweetheart," I said and just got a mumble. I turned
out the light and all I could hear was deep even breathing.

End of part 3

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