Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1998 21:58:33 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: The Breakfast Meeting part 4

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


This story was inspired by three stories I read on the Nifty Achive 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 4

Chapter 9

Wednesday

As usual when I slept with Wim, I don't know why, may be it is all the
exertion of the previous night, I had slept like a log but the damned
telephone was doing its job in bringing me to the land of the living. I
could just manage to get one hand to it and trip it. The boy was still
asleep, maybe I had worn him out! I extracted my legs from his and swung
them out on to the floor. Laid there at 90 degrees was not comfortable so I
moved his arms and upper torso and sat up.

He stirred. "Wake me up with a neck massage?"

"Sod off! I need a pee and a cigarette in that order and you need a
shower," I said slowly massaging his neck.

"Ooo, you are cruel," he chortled and sprung up like a jack in the box.

I got a big smacking kiss on the mouth and he was out of bed sporting his
morning hard-on and off the to bathroom.

"Pee in the shower," I called, "I need to have one urgently."

Lighting my morning fag I padded into the bathroom. "Leave the shower
running please, Wim. I'll get in after you."

"Get in now."

"Not on your bloody life. I want to be at the WTC by 0900."

"Spoil sport," he taunted.

"Come on, get your arse in gear, remember you don't want to be late. I'll
see you at breakfast."

"Do you want the same as yesterday?"

"Yes, please, but without the fried bread."

"Don't tell me you are starting a slimming diet!"

"Well every little helps!"

He was out of the shower and cleaning his teeth as I climbed in. I heard
the door slam and he was gone. The room seemed empty. It was the first time
in 36 hours that he had not been at my side or at least in my sight. I
realised then that I would miss him like hell when I went home on Friday.
Wim served breakfast without the fried bread and I plodded off to the tram
and work.

The day went like clock work, much to my surprise. A lot of technicalities
were agreed, ITU(T) conditions talked about etc etc. Nothing that I hadn't
handled before so it was easy and a good rapport was set up within the
working party. Wims time machine must have been at it again as the day had
flown by. As I was leaving I was tapped on the shoulder by the young
Pharmacist from the Chemists shop in the foyer.

"Did my ointment do any good?" she queried.

"It did wonders," I said. "What is in it?"

"The ingredients come from chemists working at our Sports Academy. They use
it on footballers, boxers and people like that. It is an anti-inflammatory
and local anaesthetic to ease the pain."

"Well it certainly works, thank you. Does it have shelf life?"

"About 3 months if it is kept cool and then throw it away."

"Great and thanks again. Bye."

I got on the tram and made my way to Dam Square. I walked along the snow
covered pavement to the hotel. There was no one at the desk so I rang the
bell.  Wim's father appeared.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"May I have a pot of coffee sent up to my room please and if you have few
minutes I would like to talk to you about Wim."

"You had better come in the office," he said.  "What has the little bastard
been up to now?"

I followed him in to the back office as he gave me my key.

"Nothing at all bad I can assure you, Mr. Van der Falk. I only wanted to
thank you for the loan of your son yesterday. He was wonderful and gave me
a very nice day out."

He looked at me and said, "He seems to like you."

Well I certainly get on well with him and have taken quite a shine to him.
He was telling me yesterday he has a few days off school in a couple of
weeks time."

"Yes, it is his mid term break. I don't know what I am going to do with him
for over a week."

"Ah, well, I think I can help you with that little problem," I said.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Well I will have finished this job by then and as a reward for all his
efforts yesterday I wondered if I might bring him across to England for a
few days and show him the sights of London?"

He thought, though not for very long. "How much would it cost?"

"Oh, only his air fare, I'll take care of the rest."

"If it is OK with him then I don't see any objections, at least it will get
him out of my hair.  I'll ask him and he can discuss it with you when he
brings you your coffee?"

"Thank you," I said. "If he does want to come maybe you could let him off a
little earlier this evening and we can discuss the arrangements. I usually
have my dinner in my room maybe he could bring it up about 7 30 and stay
for a chat."

"I see no problem there. I'll send him up."

I walked out of his office about 2 feet off the ground. I could not believe
it had gone that easy. The lift deposited me on the 3 rd. floor and I made
my way to the room. I let myself in. On the table was another envelope with
my name on it. I took off my clothes and became a slob again, track suit
bottoms and a T shirt, no shoes just socks.  Whilst I waited I read the
letter.

My dearest Kris, it started, Yesterday was the best day of my life. I have
never been so happy. The day and everything that we did will stay in my
memory forever. I love you with all of my heart and soul and wish I could
be with you forever. My eternal love.  Wim x x x.

A lump came in my throat. 10 minutes had gone by and no coffee! I was just
about to pick up the phone when Wims knock came at the door. I opened the
door to see my lovely boy stood there with a tray of coffee, tears
streaming down his face.

"Come in, Wim. What is the matter?"

"I was crying so hard I couldn't see the lock to put in my key."

"Why are you crying?"

I was getting concerned that something was radically wrong and he had been
beaten again.  He came into the room, put the tray in its usual place,
closed the door and fumbled with the safety chain. He turned round and
bumped into me I was so close to him.  His arms went round my waist, his
head resting on my chest.

He looked deep in to my eyes and said "You are a miracle worker, I'm crying
because I am so thrilled and happy. How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Get my father to agree to me coming to England."

"For me to come to England," I corrected his English.

I got a thump from a small fist in the pit of my stomach. I groaned,
clutched my solar plexus and collapsed on the floor writhing in apparent
agony. He stood horrified at what he had done. He dropped to the floor, and
cradled my head in his lap,

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he cried, putting his lips
close to mine.

I struck. An arm came round the back of his head pulling him the last 1/2"
and we writhed on the floor in one of our passionate embraces.

"This floor is hard and I need a coffee." I managed to say at last with a
big grin on my face.

We got up and poured two cups and each sat in separate armchairs just
grinning at each other.

"You even got him to pay for the air fare!"

He told me what I already knew that apart from serving my dinner, he had
the rest of the night off.

"Good we must make plans and let him know what we have decided."

"Like what? I'm coming to England to stay with you."

"But only for a holiday."

"Yes, but it is a start."

"True, my son, true."

"I love it when you call me `your son'. I feel all warm and cosy inside."

"The feeling is mutual," I sighed.

There was a pause and then Wim said, "What plans?"

"Well dates, times, flights etc."

He started - "We finish school at 3 00 pm on the Friday and don't have to
be back till a week the following Tuesday morning. Can I come on the Friday
night."

"I don't see why not, you've cum every night since I've been here" I
chuckled.

He leapt at me and I dodged the blow and he landed on my lap in the chair.

"You know what I mean, winding his arms round my neck and kissing my cheek,
Will there be a flight that I can catch on the Friday evening."

"With the number of airlines and flights to LHR I'm sure we can get you on
one on the Friday."

"Can I come back here on the Tuesday morning?"

"No you can't. What if there is a delay and you missed school. Be
reasonable, Wim, we don't want to spoil it for the next time do we?"

"Are you applying rule number 2?"
 
"Yes."

"OK, then late Monday evening?"

"That is more than possible."

We fell silent just thinking. He had one arm round my neck and I felt his
other hand slowly creeping under my loose T shirt and moving up to my
chest. I slid my free hand down on to his tummy and made little circles
with my fingers. His fingers found my nipples and started to do the same. I
undid the top of his trousers and slowly ran the zip down. I could see his
small white briefs starting to tent upwards. I put my hand over the top of
the tent and gently pushed down. Our lips met and I parted them with my
tongue, very slowly letting it enter his warm moist mouth. We were in sync
again as we both moaned at the same time. His hand moved from my chest and
down under the elastic of the waistband of my track suit bottoms and my
boxers. His fingers lightly pulled at the hairs above my rising penis. As
it got hard he wrapped his hand around and just held it with a gentle
pressure.  I let my hand slip up to the top of his briefs and moved my
fingers down the inside. I did the same to him as he was doing to me. A
gentle pressure with a slight squeeze now and then. I felt him run his
thumb over the head and realised it had become slippy. I did the same to
him with the same result. He broke the kiss.

"You are leaking," he whispered.

"So are you," I replied.

We fell silent again re-engaging the kiss and just enjoying the closeness
of each other, the pleasure we were giving each other and the love that was
pouring out from each of us.  Love was transferring from soul to soul. We
must have sat there for a good 30 minutes when he said "I could stay here
all night, this is heavenly."

The telephone rang. "Shit, he said, that has broken the mood", got up and
passed me the phone.

"This is the kitchen, sir. Is Wim still with you and if so may I speak with
him?"

"Just a tic, here he is and I passed the phone to Wim, "It's for you!"

"For me?" his eyes opening like saucers.

He looked at his watch and said something in Dutch, I realised it was the
first time I had heard him use his native tongue. He smiled and put the
phone on the hook.  "I've just ordered dinner, but I will have to go and
get it in about 10 minutes OK?"

"Fine."

As the mood had been broken Wim went to his room and got changed. He poked
his head round the door as told me he was going to get dinner and would I
please open the door when he kicked it. He kicked the door about 10 minutes
later and I let him in and put the safety chain back on the door It was a
good wholesome meal, nothing fancy but freshly cooked with fresh
ingredients and the Dutch make the most marvellous meaty gravy. The dessert
was fresh fruit salad and cream. A coffee pot and a small miniature of Tia
Maria finished the meal.

"That meal has made me feel warm." He sat up in the chair and took off his
socks. He stretched out his legs and put his feet in my lap at the same
time unbuckling his belt and undoing the top of his jeans. I slowly pulled
the fabric as he lifted his hips. The jeans came down to his ankles which
he lifted and I pulled them off and dropped them on the floor.  He crossed
his arms and pulled his T shirt over his head and threw it on top of his
jeans.  He sat before me in bright white jockey briefs with a foot on each
of my knees. I massaged his feet and ankles.

"Oh that feels marvellous. Before you go any further will you take off your
clothes but leave on your boxers cos I want to take them off myself."

Placing his feet on my chair I stood up and quickly got out of my kit. I
sat down again taking his feet in my hands and started the massage. I
worked slowly to his calves feeling the smooth skin under my finger tips.
Moving further up I got to his thigh muscles, they alternated between a
relaxed state and pure rigid tension. I looked up and could see his penis
at full hardness poking out from the top of his white briefs. He had his
eyes closed, his hands round my ankles as I had placed my feet on his
chair. I pulled his chair closer to mine so that the seats were touching.
Our legs slipped by each others waist, his over the top of mine bringing us
closer together his bottom on my knees and both sitting on the same chair.
His hands moved to my thighs. I tensed my thigh muscles and felt his
fingers dig in. His fingers felt round to the side and then moved under my
thighs giving a gentle but firm squeeze. It was electrifying. I slid my
arms around his back and kneaded the little muscles up the side of his
spine till I reached his neck.

Doing this caused him to sit up and lean into my upper body. To make
himself more comfortable he brought his arms up and draped them round my
neck his head nuzzling my neck and cheek. I let my fingers run up and down
his spine with a feather like touch gradually moving out to his side. I
felt him shudder and his arms tighten round my neck as I hit one of his
erogenous zones.

"Oh my God, what a feeling. That is incredible can you do that....Oh OH."

He spasmed again as I hit the spot. He was now hugging me with a vice like
grip, his teeth biting my earlobe and his whole body convulsing as though
electric shocks were passing through him. His legs gripped my waist forcing
his ram rod hard boyhood into my navel and his lips frantically searched
for mine. Our lips pressed together and strings of moans were breathed down
my throat. I stopped and let him relax. He went limp in my arms. I let my
hands move down to the top of his briefs and then below the elasticated
top. I cupped the cheeks of his beautifully shape bottom in my hands and
gently massaged them with just the ends of my fingers. We kissed as only we
knew how after an experience like that, lips to lips, tongue to tongue with
only sufficient pressure to keep our lips together.

"I don't want this to stop," he breathed," but I must go for a pee. Please
take me for a pee, Daddy? Please?"

I stood up with him wrapped around my body and walked to the bathroom. He
stood down and looked at me through the mirror with an expectant look of a
little boy on his face. I knew what he wanted and I slipped his briefs to
the floor and held his penis over the toilet bowl. In his erect state he
had difficulty in emptying his bladder but the need was so great he went
half hard and managed to start which caused him to loose the whole of his
erection.

I grabbed a tissue and wiped the glans which still had a mixture of pre-cum
and drops of urine at the tip. He turned and hooked his fingers in the top
of my boxers and pulled them to the ground. I stepped out of them and said,
"I need to pee too." He did the same for me holding my 1/2 hard penis and
directing the steam with precision accuracy.  He followed my example with a
tissue. I bent down to his level and he put his arms round my neck and his
legs round my waist and by the time we had got to the side of the bed, all
of 15 seconds, we both had raging hard-ons. The mood was not completely
broken but the break in our love-making had allowed his agile brain to
start thinking of what had just happened.  We lay facing each other our
bodies in gentle contact, his head in his favourite position,

"Kris I've never felt like that before, he said in a very low voice, what
caused that, was it love?"

"Well in our case, love had something to do with it, I replied, but the
spot I found was called an erogenous zone'. You cannot trigger it yourself,
someone has to do it for you.  It is usually triggered in foreplay which is
what we were doing."

"Are there more than one of these zones?"

"Yes."

"How many are there?"

"It depends, some people have more than one and they can be in different
places in different people. As it happens that one of yours is in the same
place as one mine. The fun is trying to find all of them."

"Do you know where all of yours are?"

"Yes."

"Tell ME."

"Oh no, you will have to find them."

"Well I know where one of them is, you've just told me."

"Ah! Yes but you have to know how to trigger them", I said with a smile.

"How do you trigger them then?"

"Well it is going to be fun finding out, isn't it?" I teased.

"You're rotten," he sulked.

"No I'm not, think of all the fun you are going to have finding my others
and all the fun I'm going to have finding the other ones of yours. You can
always practice your trigger techniques especially now that you know one of
the locations."

His eyes brightened, "I never thought of it like that, this is going to be
fun!"

During our discussion we had both lost our erections.  His arm came under
my arm and made its way down my back his body moved closer to touch mine. I
put my arm over his waist and relaxed. This is going to be a long night.

He brought his lips close to mine and delicately ran his tongue on the
outside of my mouth not even attempting to enter. His hot breath wafting
over my face I started to get hard again. I could feel Wims boyhood pushing
into my groin and joining mine in its state of hardness. He let his body
flow over mine like a warm blanket, totally relaxed. His hands moved down
from my neck, his fingers had a feather like touch. If he kept this up and
hit my spot he would not need teaching technique he was already 100%
perfect.  His fingers got nearer to the spot he knew was my G' zone and
more pressure from his lips pushed against mine. He became more insistent
and I let him through into my mouth.  I opened my legs a little and he let
one of his slide into the space. He was now laid across with one leg each
side of mine and his penis squashed between his body and my leg. He started
to slowly move his hips in a circular motion letting out little moans that
vibrated into my throat. I let my hands run down to his buttocks grasping
one in each hand. I squeezed the perfect mounds and pulled them closer to
my body. The moans changed to groans and he broke the kiss.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," he kept on repeating, humping his hips up and down. The
room was warm and we started to sweat just sufficiently to provide the
right amount of lubrication between our bodies. I moved one of my fingers
down the valley of his buttocks and found his tight little anus. He pushed
up to meet my finger and it slipped past his sphincter and I felt it clamp
tightly and then relax. I knew I was giving him the most pleasure he had
ever had in his young life and it made me feel very good inside.

His lips ground into mine with a ferocity I had never felt before. I could
tell by his movements and breathing he was getting near the edge. His
fingers moved right to my spot and worked pure magic I shivered and
shuddered my body convulsing in waves of ecstasy. I touched his prostate
with my finger. We both stiffened, simultaneously spasmed and erupted like
Mount Vesuvius, hot juices pumping time and time again between our bodies.
Wim collapsed, breathing in short gasps then holding his breath and then
gulping in deep lungs full of air. "Relax, my love," I said quietly, gently
stroking his back, "just breath slowly and deeply. Your breathing will
become easier if you do it that way."

His breathing became easier and his body stirred, some semblance of
strength returning.  He hugged me for all he was worth, nuzzled into my
neck, moved round to my lips and gave me a tender kiss. My speed of lights'
laser had suffered a power cut!  He did what he normally did when he was in
this state, dropped off to sleep. I must admit I did the same but this time
it was me who had the silly smile on my face.


End of Part 4

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