Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 15:09:27 +0100
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lashes of Love Chapter 12

The following story is in part fictional. It describes the relationship
between a man and a teenage boy. Sex will only play a minor part in the
story.

The story is copyrighted, but free distribution in any form is allowed, as
long as no changes are made.

All the usual disclaimers apply.

Comments are welcome, but flames will be ignored.

Lashes of love

Chapter 12. A new life.

When I woke up the following morning Nafut was laying next to me. Pedro and
Dada had joined us sometime during the night and they seemed to have
accepted Nafut being there too. I quietly slipped out, went to the toilet
to relieve myself, then got back in. I continued looking at Nafut sleeping.
Beauty and innocence together. A feeling of complete and utter happiness
washed over me.

His eyes fluttering Nafut looked around disoriented. Then his eyes cleared
and he looked at me and grinned.

"It wasn't a dream, was it? We really did make love, didn't we?"

I only nodded and smiled. Then Nafut pushed me on my back and kissed me
most passionately. He pulled back his head and looked happier than I had
ever seen him before.

"I need to pee," he said, as he got up and almost ran to the toilet. He
giggled when he came back and got into bed again. "I've never been to the
toilet naked before, it's cold." At that we both laughed, then just enjoyed
the feeling of being close.

Later we were sitting in the living room on the couch, stark naked,
drinking coffee together.

"Nafut, haven't you noticed anything that's out of the ordinary?"

"You're not wearing anything."

"That too, but that's not what I meant you sex crazed animal."

He laughed, but didn't have a clue what I was talking about, and I could
see he was becoming frustrated. I decided to put him out of his misery.

"When was the last time you saw me light up a cigarette?"

He looked at me and I could see comprehension setting in. He kneeled facing
me, his knees on either side of my legs and gave me a fierce hug.

"Are you really going to stop?"

"Yes, I know you don't want me to smoke and I'd do anything for you."

A huge smile appeared on his face and I could almost see his brain changing
gear.

"If I asked, would you make love again to me like we did last night?"

"Are you asking?"

Little sparkles that appeared in his eyes gave me my answer and I picked
him up and carried him back into the bedroom. Going shopping would have to
wait.

Over the course of the next few days pretty much everything that was
Nafut's made its way over to our apartment. The only piece of furniture
that was moved was a closet, that was badly needed and there was just
enough room for it.  Picking up a few final things it was strange standing
in his old room. Just a week before it had been lived in, now it was almost
devoid of life. The drawer closet and the desk were both empty, the only
thing that hadn't changed was the single bed that was still made up as if
ready to be slept in. I guess Nafut read my mind as I was staring at his
bed:

"I like our bed better."

I turned to look at him and saw him smiling. I hugged him and then we left
the room, closing the door behind us.

We slowly walked over to *our* apartment and Nafut opened the door with his
key. When we went up the stairs I couldn't contain myself.

"If you don't stop wiggling your butt like that, we're going to wind up in
our bed way too early."

"I thought I was supposed to be the sex crazed animal."

I had no answer, so I just slapped him softly on his butt. The slightly
hurt look on his face was priceless.

"Don't hit my beautiful butt! I'm warning you! I have an older boyfriend
that doesn't like people hurting me."

I started laughing, he really did have a quick mind and his remarks and
answers never ceased to amaze me.

All too soon it was New Years Eve, our first New Years Eve together. I had
bought a bottle of Champagne and at midnight we kissed and toasted our life
together. Nafut had gotten only half a glass from me, but he loved the
idea.  We then went outside to shoot off the fireworks we had bought. Next
stop was his parent's house, where Nafut hugged his family and wished them
all a Happy New Year. I shook his father's hand and did the same, but when
I got to his mother she wouldn't take my hand. Instead she gave me a fierce
hug and kissed me on both cheeks. Tears welled up in my eyes and I only
barely managed not to break down and cry.

Nafut and I were holding hands while we walked back to our apartment. He
was excited and happy and I couldn't help but wonder if I had missed
something.  When I asked him about it, he looked at me incredulously.

"Don't you understand? My mother kissed you. She never kisses anyone except
family. You're part of the family now! You have a mother-in-law!"

At the last remark he started giggling uncontrollably. By the time we
walked into our apartment tears of joy were running across our faces. A new
year was beginning, a new life for both of us, a life together.

Life and love have a tendency to grow on you. It's just a few days now
before Nafut will turn 17 and I love him more than ever. The past 13 odd
months haven't always been easy on either of us. Some of my family members,
who never had a problem with me being `gay', were rather shocked to find
out I had a 15 year old boyfriend. My parents took it well, though they
clearly weren't thrilled.

For Nafut the first few weeks had been especially difficult. He lost quite
a few friends, both in the neighbourhood and at school. But the handful he
kept were the best anyone could wish for and they're all very dear to me
too. For his 16th birthday, with the help of his father, I had rented the
party hall in the local mosque, along with a Turkish band. It was a joyous
occasion with family and friends from both sides. When in April I turned 40
he returned the favour.

At the start we did have a few visits from the police, but they know now
that our living together is fully consensual. During parent's night at his
school I was at first mistaken for his step dad, but I quickly set the
matter straight, much to Nafut's delight. He loved the shocked look on the
face of some of his teachers.

Like every couple we've had our little quarrels, but they are few and far
between. Overall I would say we have a good life together. I do not know
what the future holds for us. But there is happiness when I look into
Nafut's eyes and can see the love he has for me. I'm sure he's seeing the
same thing when looking into mine.

Nafut doesn't know it yet, but in two days we're going to leave on a short
vacation. I got the keys to his parents' house in Turkey from his father a
few days ago. We're going to meet his grandmother and I hope she will be
kissing me too.

== The End ==

Yes, this is the end, the final chapter. What will happen to Willem and
Nafut?

I do not know. It is hard enough to overcome a difference in age and they
have a difference in culture to deal with too.

The world is a very uncertain place at this moment in time. Maybe, at some
point in the future I will be able to continue the story.

I would like to thank you, the reader, for taking the time to get to know
the characters.

I hope I'll be able to start sharing my next story with you all soon.

Adrie.
AKA Ganymedes.