Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1998 13:53:18 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Final part of The Breakfast Meeting

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

This story was inspired by 3 stories I read on the Nifty.org 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 8: The final part.

Sunday my Last day

I was awakened by a nibbling on my right earlobe. I turned my head to face
him. A hand came round the back of my head and pulled me on to his lips.
Still with my eyes closed my hand went to the back of his head and I ran my
fingers through his hair.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he said.

I murmured, "If that is Wim, I love you; if it isn't, get the hell out of
my bed."

He giggled, "Can't you tell it's me?"

"I know it's you."

"How?"

"By the feel of your lips, the smell of your hair, the feel of your body -
and then just to lighten the mood - by the size of your hard on pushing
into my belly."

"A pot of tea is on its way up and your cigs are next to the bed."

"Oh, my son, you are life saver."

"I'm not your son," a long pause, "-- yet."

"You will be I can feel it in my water. Which reminds me I must have a
pee."

I leapt out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to relieve the pressure on my
bladder and returned to the bedroom and the bed. I propped up the pillows
and sat up, gathered up a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Wim moved to the
now familiar Wim position.  I inhaled deeply, Wim sighed and I coughed my
guts up.

"You must cut down," he scolded.

"I know."

A knock at the door and Wim slipped on a bathrobe and took in the tray of
tea and toast.

I suddenly thought, "Who, in this hotel, knows that you are sleeping with
me?"

"Only Helga, she's the one that brings the tea. I do the same for her when
her boyfriend stays in her room, only they drink coffee", he grinned.

He poured the tea and stood by me whilst I drank the cupful in two swigs.
He took the cup and re-filled it. The boy was getting to know my needs. He
brought two cups back to bed, one each. It was glorious just the two of us
snuggled together, not saying a word, drinking tea and at peace with the
world.

"Do you have to go home this afternoon?"

"You know very well I do."

"I will miss you."

"Don't you think that I will miss you!" I retorted.

"I know you will."

He kissed me in a gentle way on my cheek which I returned on his forehead.

"Toast!"

I hopped out of bed like a two year old, this boy was putting new life in
the old dog. I buttered all the slices of toast and poured the last of the
tea in to the cups. I sat down on one of the chairs and started on the
toast. Wim got out of bed and sat on my knee and munched with me. I cut a
slice of toast into a strip (soldiers) and put one end in my mouth.  I
turned to Wim who put his lips on the other end and we nibbled to the
middle ending in a kiss and a fit of giggles.

"Come on, shower."

"Oh, goody. As it is our last one for a while, can we have a special
shower?"

"I don't see why not."

"Even better," he cried dashing into the bathroom.

I noticed his back and bottom as he dashed away from me was completely
healed. His skin was smooth and fresh looking. His shape from the back was
divine, nice shaped head with golden wavy hair, slim neck on straight
shoulders tapering down to a slim hips and waist.  Lovely shaped buttocks
with thighs starting to show muscle definition as did his calves and still
those delicate feet. I took all this in as he disappeared through the
bathroom door. My God, he was a vision of vibrant health and loveliness. I
stood there enthralled as just a head poked round the door frame, eyes
aglow, hair a mess, teeth flashing that wonderful smile.

"Are you coming, old man, or just going to stand there like a fart in a
trance?"

I chased him back in to the bathroom where I found him in a fit of giggles.
He turned on the shower and whilst we waited for the temperature to
stabilise we just stood there in a deep embrace, my arms around his waist,
his round my neck, all you could hear was the water from the shower and
really deep breathing. I put my hand out and tested the water temperature
without breaking the kiss. It was just right. Still with our lips and
bodies in close contact we stepped over the bath side and under the
cascading water.  I was amazed to find that neither of us had an erection.

"Do you realise that neither of us has a hard on. Do you think that we have
worn them out?" I quipped.

He slid a hand down to grasp my manhood and grinning said, "I don't think
so."

I did the same to him and said, "I think you are correct."

We both rose to the occasion. I shampooed his hair whilst he did mine.
Ducking under the shower head we rinsed off the shampoo and picked up the
soap. Before long we were a foaming mass of suds using our bodies to work
up the lather. Two pair of hands were exploring every nook and crevice of
the others body. Wim kneeled down and moved his hands to my feet pushing
his delicate fingers between my toes. His hands traced up the back of my
calves moving slowly up the back of my thighs coming to rest gently holding
my buttocks. His mouth opened and he slowly took my now rigid penis deep in
to his mouth. One hand moved and started to knead my bun his fingers
inexorably creeping to my anus. My head was thrown back, my hands on the
shower wall, hot water cascading over my face and chest as his finger
pushed pass the sphincter,

"I love you. Oh, how I love you," I gurgled as the hot water ran down my
throat nearly drowning in the process. I coughed and spluttered. Wim stood
up in a flash, concern on his face,

"I know you do, but don't drown on me now," he said and then saw the funny
side and literally collapsed in a heap on the bath floor in helpless fits
of laughing.

"Don't you die laughing," I scolded and joined him sitting down next to him
propping ourselves in a semi reclining position at the sloping end. I put
the plug in the bath and the water slowly rose to envelope our bodies. We
let the water rise till it was up to our nipples and turned the water off.

"There is some bath oil in my toilet bag."

Wim jumped up and fished it our taking the top off and swirling the oil in
the water with his feet. He resumed his position half on top of me the
other half resting under the water.  I made little waves with my hand
pushing the water over the exposed part of his back. The oil made the water
act as a silky lubricant and his skin feel like velvet.

"There is only one word for this."

"Yes, I know."

We both simultaneously said, "AWESOME," and burst into fits of laughter.

Wim turned over on to his back and laid on top of me. He put his hand down
and guided my rigid member between the crack of his cheeks and put it at
the entrance to his anus. I objected but he insisted all he wanted to do
was feel what it was like and promised he would not let me penetrate
him. He moaned and groaned, his breath came in pants, his head came
backwards and our lips met in a passionate embrace.

"Rule number 2, Wim, don't make me break it -- please, don't let me break
it."

It was taking all my will power to refrain from thrusting upwards and
entering him, my whole body was starting to shake with lust. He shifted
slightly upwards allowing my pulsing member to slip between the top of his
thighs.

"Thank you, my love."

"You don't know how much I wanted you in me and what a tremendous sacrifice
that was not to let it slip in," he breathed in my ear.

"If you show that amount of will power and self sacrifice throughout the
rest of your life, my little one, you will grow up to be a fine human
being."

We hugged each other both with tears in our eyes. I suddenly noticed the
water was getting cold. I stood up, removed the bath plug and turned on the
shower to warm our bodies and we rinsed off. We grabbed a towel each and
Wim leapt up pulling on my neck and wrapping his legs round my waist.

"To the bed, horsey," he said slapping my back and using his heels like
spurs, digging them into my backside.

"One of these days I'll buck you off."

"You'll *what* me off?!"

"BUCK, Buck."

"Oh, I thought my luck had changed and you were sounding your F's funny."

We went through the now familiar ritual of sitting on the bed and drying
each other and, to my surprise, the hair on my head was dried tenderly. I
asked why I got that treatment rather than the usual. All I got in reply
was a smile and a tender kiss on the forehead. Nice!  The bath oil had done
a good job on both our skins -- Wims was like gossamer and he even
commented that it made mine feel softer. He knew this because he had
started to massage the back of my neck. I did the same for him.

He stopped and laid on the bed face down and asked for a full massage. I
said I would if he promised not to go to sleep. He promised. I started at
his feet and worked slowly up to his neck and then out along his arms
finishing with the backs of his hand and fingers. He turned over on to his
back, his eyes closed and a look of serenity on his beautiful face. I
worked down purposely missing his boyhood which was stood to attention. I
looked at it and thought I'm sure it has grown in the last ten days. I
mentioned it and he proudly said it had grown nearly thirteen millimetres
(1/2") so in my measurement it was nearly 6" or in his 15 centimetres. I
told him that it had better not continue to grow at that rate otherwise by
the time he came over to England it would be bigger than mine and by his
14th.. birthday he would have over 9 inches. He grinned and said he would
need new PE shorts. I continued down to his toes and he was in a state of
total relaxation.

I stopped and he opened his eyes and said, "Let me do you, please."

I crawled up the bed and laid down on my front, legs slightly apart, head
on one side on the pillow and relaxed. Wim covered his hands with baby oil,
put his knees between my legs and started with my neck. He moved down my
spine applying pressure with his thumbs massaging each vertebrae causing me
to let out a sigh of contentment. He kneaded the cheeks of my bottom and I
could feel the heat of his body as he let it rest on my back. His hands
moved up to my shoulders and his head nuzzled in the nape of my neck.  I
felt his rigid member push between the cheeks of my bottom and his glans
made contact with my anus. I relaxed the sphincter and pushed upwards. I
was willing to let him enter me, in fact I wanted him to enter me.

He pulled away and softly whispered in my ear, "Can I ask if you are a
virgin?"

"I am for this type of intercourse," I replied.

"So am I," he said, "and I will remain so till you see fit to take me and
until then I will wait, just like you are doing with me."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I do want to because I love you."

I turned over and drew him to me my arms round his back our lips crushed
together our bodies melting into each others. Our hips started to grind
causing our penises to rub together. Tongues darted in and out fencing with
each other both sucking in a frenzied manner. He broke off and gasped, "I
want you to do something neither of us have done together."

I asked him what he wanted.

"Lay by my side and masturbate me with your hand till I climax and then let
me do it to you. I want you to watch me shoot."

I rolled him on his back, put my fingers lightly on his eyelids and closed
his eyes. I let my hand slide slowly down his chest, rolling his nipples
between my fingers. I felt them stiffen and I continued down to his pubic
hair. I teased his bush of hairs with my fingers. With my other hand I
caressed his testicles gently pulling the loose skin of his scrotum. He
started to leak pre cum which ran down the shaft of his now pulsing penis.
He was holding his breath and as I let my hand encircle and squeeze his
rigid boyhood he let out a combination sigh and groan that came from deep
within.

"Ohhh, yeeess!"

I started slowly going the full length up and down gradually increasing
speed and tightness.  I could see this stomach muscles start to tense, the
muscles on this thighs got hard and his toes curled. I increased my speed
and I knew he was almost there. His whole body went rigid, his back arched
and his hips bucked into my hands

"Ahaaa! Oh! Yesss!"

He erupted like a fountain. The first shot went clean over his head the
second landed on his chin the third on his chest the fourth in his belly
button and the rest dribbled down on to my hand. I slowed down to a stop
still holding his member in my fist. He slowly went soft and his body
relaxed.

"What a going away present. I will remember that for the rest of my life.
That was the best ever hand job and I don't think I have produced as much
cum as that, ever."

I picked up one of the towels and cleaned him down. I bent over and kissed
him on the end of his nose.

"Do that again, please."

"WHAT?!"

"Kiss me, I mean."

I sighed with relief and kissed him on his nose again and he put out his
tongue and licked my chin. I laid back and he turned on his side and let
his hands run over my chest gently pulling the hairs and squeezing my
nipples. One hand roamed down to my pubic hair his fingers tracing little
circles winding the hairs together. Taking the hair between his thumb and
forefinger he pulled and let them unravel. The sensation caused goose bumps
all down my legs and arms. He continued with this and leaned over giving me
a full firm lip to lip kiss. I could feel myself leaking pre cum as I
sucked his tongue in to my mouth. I could also feel his penis getting hard
against my thigh. I slipped my hand down and grasped it and felt it come to
full hardness and start to pulse with his heartbeat. He put one hand under
my scrotum cupping my testicles his fingers pulling at the loose skin, the
other hand encircled my now rock hard manhood. He started with slow
deliberate strokes using the pre cum as a lubricant. I squeezed his in time
with his stroking. He started to speed up and we worked in unison, stroke,
squeeze, stroke, squeeze increasing our speed till I knew I could not hold
out any longer. He broke the kiss.

"Yes! Oh, yesss," I hissed.

My body stiffened, my hips thrust upwards rubbing over his glans. I shot
stream after stream of fluid up in the air and I felt Wim shooting another
load against my thigh causing me to produce even more. We both collapsed on
our backs. We laid there breathing as though we had done two hundred metre
sprint. After about 10 minutes we used our ESP and both got up and had a
shower.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to pack and settle the account."

"What time is your flight?"

"I have to be at the airport by 1900, 7 00pm."

"Can I still come with you?"

"You had better. You will be OK coming home by yourself?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll be fine. Will you mind if I kiss you goodbye in public?"

"I would be very upset if you did NOT."

The time had whizzed by and 1300 was coming up fast, we were both hungry.
The hotel did not do lunches so we got dressed and made our way to a local
steak house. In a way it was a glum meal, the food was fine but we both sat
there not saying a word, deep in our own thoughts. I looked at Wim and he
seemed to have gotten younger, like a little boy lost. He looked at me and
I could see his eyes full of tears and he gave me a weak smile.  I knew
what was going through his mind -- our ESP was working overtime.

"Look at me," our eyes met. "Everything I have promised you, I will do. I
do not make idle promises. Everything I have said to you, I meant. I will
always be available for you, day and night. I want you as my son and will
move heaven and earth to make it so.  Do you believe me?"

His face brightened and a proper smile came to his lips, "I do, I do."

I put my hands to the side of his face and wiped away the tears with my
thumbs. I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "How long will it
take to get to the airport from the hotel?"

"Just under an hour."

I looked at my watch and was amazed to find it was nearly 3 45pm. We walked
back to the hotel. Wims father was behind the desk. Wim called the lift and
said he would see me upstairs.  I asked to pay the bill and would it be OK
to stay in the room till I went at about 5.30pm. He didn't have any
objections and already had the bill ready. I noticed that there was no
charge for meals and Saturday and Sunday had not been charged. To my
surprise he said that was on the house as a thank you `for looking after
the bloody kid.'

"It was my pleasure and I looked forward to having him in a couple of weeks
time."

"Do you want him to come on the Friday night or Saturday morning?"

"Friday night would be fine, he could come on the same flight I am leaving
on tonight and return on the following Monday evening." He said he would
fax me the details nearer the time. I thanked him and called the lift.

The room door was ajar. I walked in, closed the door, and locked it. Wim
was sat at the dressing table writing.

"What are you writing?"

"A love letter to you," he smiled.

"Let me see."

"Not until it is finished."

It was the first time I had noticed he was left handed. He continued to
write and said that he would give me the letter to read on the plane and
placed it in an envelope and sealed it.  The time had moved on to 4 45pm. I
packed the rest of my kit and closed the case. I was now ready to leave. I
looked at Wim and held out my arms. He rushed to me his arms outstretched.
We wound ourselves around each other our lips buried in each others necks.
I moved us over to the big armchair. I sat down and he sat on my knee and
cuddled up to me.

"Can we do this a lot when I come over the England?"

"Uhhum, every night before you go to your room to bed we will have a two
minute cuddle."

"EH!"

I continued to tease, "Don't you want to?"

"Yes, but more than two minutes and before we go to OUR room."

"OK, if you say so," I grinned.

"You are rotten to me, you were just teasing. See, I knew you didn't like
kids."

We went very quiet and our heads moved so our lips brushed together. The
tips of our tongues caressed in the most delicate fashion our eyes closed
and we just enjoyed each other. It was sensual as opposed to sexual, just
two people in love. I could have stayed there all night but it was Wim that
broke the spell saying it was time we left for the airport.  I checked I
had everything with me and we made our way out of the hotel.  At the end of
the street a car pulled up and a voice said "Taxi to the airport, Sir." Wim
grinned and my mouth dropped open. In the car was Henk's Dad, Henk, and
little Paul. Henk dashed out and put my bag in the boot (trunk). I was
pushed in the middle of the back seat with Wim on one side and little Paul
on the other. Henk got in the front with his Dad.

"Don't say anything," Henks Dad said. "It was the boys idea. It will mean
Wim will get home safely."

"I appreciate the kindness."

Paul was beaming all over his face and proudly whispered to me he had put
on one and a half kilo's in weight and was always hungry. I gave his knee a
squeeze and told him to keep up the good work but make sure he didn't eat
junk food. He assured me he was eating a healthy diet with lots of
vegetables and fruit, steak done medium rare and the odd chocolate bar. It
was 6 35pm by the time the car was parked and I was at the BA desk to check
in.  Boarding card with seat number was issued and in answer to my question
the plane was more than half empty so I had an isle to myself. Henk and his
Dad shook my hand and told the other two they would wait for them in the
coffee bar. Paul put his arms up and as I bent forward he clung round my
neck and kissed me long and deep on the lips.

"Come back and see me, please," and, before I could answer, he ran off to
join the others.

That left me and Wim together. We walked slowly to the entrance of the gate
side of the airport, just before the security check. We stopped and turned
to each other.

"I'll see you in a couple of weeks," I said. His arms went round my waist,
mine on each of his cheeks. I pulled him to me and our lips met, but not
for the last time. It was long and passionate.

"Look after yourself and be a good boy."

"I will. The days won't pass quick enough."

"They will and keep up the good work at school. Promise?"

"I promise," he slipped the letter into the inside of my jacket pocket.
They called my flight and I went through the security check.


It was 2000 hrs. and I was cruising at 23,000 feet, Amsterdam to Heathrow,
pissed off and feeling very alone. I took the letter out of my pocket and
read it.

My dearest Kris,

Over the last 10 days you have brought me joy and happiness that I never
dreamed possible. I felt love flowing from you from the first time I set
eyes on you at the lift door.  It was strengthened when you tended my face
and it has grown to be so strong over the short time I have known you that
it will give me strength to endure the time we will have to spend apart. I
will miss you like fury but when I do I will think of all the nice things
we did together: the way you tended my beaten back and bottom, the meals,
the trips and those marvellous cuddles you gave me. Nobody can love you
more than I do. March cannot come quick enough.

My undying love. Wim. XXXX.


                          The End
                           or is it!

This story is my first effort. If you liked the story, constructive
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If you did like it look out for "Wim In London"