Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2004 00:37:35 +0100
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lashes of Love Chapter 2

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.

I have received a few e-mails as a result of chapter 1 and I really
appreciate it. A very special thanks to Pete, who's doing such a great job
editing my scribblings.


Lashes of love

Chapter 2. Getting acquainted.

I was holding him, kissing him, yes, I was really kissing him.

Then I woke up.

Damn, you've got it bad, my head said. I chanced a look at my alarm clock
and was unpleasantly surprised. It was almost 10 AM, only three more hours
and Nafut would come! There was still so much I had to do. I had tried to
get some work done the previous evening, but gave up as I didn't seem to be
able to concentrate. Going to bed early I hoped time would pass quickly,
but it hadn't. I had been tossing around for hours and now I was late.

I stumbled to the kitchen and started the coffee I had got ready the
evening before. When it was ready I could really start to wake up. As I
turned around I found two pairs of eyes watching me intently; they were not
going to let me out of the kitchen before they got what they wanted. A few
minutes later they were making quick work of their bowls and I was pouring
my first cup of coffee.  I went back to the living room, sat down on my
usual spot on the couch, than rolled and lit my first cigarette of the
day. I knew it was a bad habit and I had tried to quit on several
occasions, but each time something happened and I had started again.

The hands of the clock in the living room told me it was 10:20 AM when I
decided it was time to take a shower and get dressed. I wanted to do some
shopping before Nafut came, I needed several kinds of drinks, yes, I needed
to make sure there was something he liked. My mind went into overdrive.

What do boys drink nowadays? Energy drinks! I could remember seeing him
drink one of those once in the playground. Oh, and snacks, something to
eat, yes, that too was obligatory. But what would he like and what would he
be allowed to eat? He was almost certainly a Muslim and that meant he
couldn't just eat anything, there were restrictions.

A little past 11 I headed to the nearby supermarket. I hoped it wouldn't be
too busy, I didn't want to waste time standing in line. A feeling of
urgency had come over me, I had to rush, get back home as soon as possible.

What if he would be early and I wasn't back yet, would he wait or just
think I had forgotten. This was nuts, I was going mental over a 12, maybe
13 year old boy. I needed to calm down, I needed another cigarette.

I stopped in the middle of the street to roll one and light it, than went
on.

I don't know what the cashier thought, but I didn't care. I had bought a
few bottles or cans of nearly every type of energy drink they had and a few
beers for myself. Also enough snacks and stuff to feed an orphanage and
bags of apples and oranges, as I had remembered seeing him eat those. I
wanted to be sure I would be able to offer him anything he liked or wanted,
I was not about to take any risks. Back home, I put it all away, and then
sat down on the couch.  It was nearly noon. It would still be over an hour
before Nafut came and I knew it was going to be agony.

Just like the day before I was pacing, looking out of the window every few
minutes. There were no boys in the playground; they were probably out
elsewhere, doing what boys do, swimming maybe. Damn, what's keeping that
boy? It was just before one o'clock, and I had no cause for feeling the way
I did, but I was growing impatient. Then, finally, I saw him walking over
to my door at a leisurely pace. I was a little disappointed seeing that he
wasn't wearing his soccer shorts, but a pair of blue jeans. The bright red
t-shirt he wore made him look strikingly beautiful though. I felt my
stomach tighten so much it almost hurt, yes, he was the most beautiful boy
I had ever seen, there was no doubt about that whatsoever.

I went over to my apartment door, waiting for him to ring the bell
downstairs.  When he rang I hesitated.  I couldn't push the entry button
just yet. I didn't want him to think I was too anxious. Than I pushed it
and opened my apartment door, I could hear him rushing up the stairs and
than I saw him, taking the last few steps and coming up the landing. He
showed me that killer smile he has, which almost made me melt.

"I'm not too late, am I sir?"

"No, I haven't started yet." I saw a look of relief on his face as he came
in and I closed the door behind him.

"Well, I don't think I've introduced myself yesterday," I said, as he stood
by the couch and I offered him my hand. "My name is Willem and please, stop
calling me `sir', it makes me feel old."

He laughed as he shook my hand, "I'm Nafut si.. eh."

"Yes, I heard the boys calling you that yesterday, remember," I winked.

"Ah, yes, I guess so," He sounded almost a bit embarrassed.

"Well, shall we start building this baby?" I patted the empty case that
stood on the living room table I had cleared earlier.

"Oh yes, and please tell me if there's anything I can help with, sir."

I shook my head, "I'm really not THAT old,"

"Sorry," he said, blushing, while I started unscrewing the case cover.

Normally I would have put the whole thing together in less than an hour,
but today I took my time, explaining to Nafut every thing I did. It had
quickly become clear to me that he had never seen the inside of a computer
before.  He was fascinated even with the things I thought of as routine.

"Do you have a computer at home?" I asked, as I was screwing the hard disk
in place.

"Oh yes, I do," he said, "but I've never seen it opened up."

"Well, as you can see, there's not much to it," I said.

He smiled and shook his head. "My father gave me the computer less than a
year ago, but I only use it to play games, as my father doesn't want to
give me an Internet connection," he pouted.

"Why doesn't your father allow you an Internet connection?" I asked.

"He says that if I had Internet I wouldn't properly do my homework."

I thought his dad had a valid reason, but I wasn't about to tell him that,
it might upset him and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

"If you need to get anything from the Internet, you're more than welcome
here.  I have a pretty fast cable connection." It seemed that was the cue
he had been waiting for as he started up about all the games and music his
friends had been downloading and how he would like that too.

By the time he was slowing down I was screwing the case cover back on and
got ready to connect the peripherals.

Than I thought it would be a good time to offer him a drink.

"You want something to drink?"

"Water's fine, sir... Willem!"

I asked him to follow me into the kitchen and showed him the selection of
energy drinks I had in the refrigerator.

"Cool, Extran! Thanks Willem!"

I took a beer for myself, and we stood there drinking. God, he even
swallowed beautifully! I'd have to stop looking at him so much!

"Now how about a look at my computer? It's just through there," indicating
the door to my office / library / computer-room.

His eyes almost popped out as he got a first look at the system I had
managed to put together over the previous year. I had gotten used to my big
tower, 19" LCD screen and surround sound system, but to Nafut it must have
made a big impression.

"Are you just going to stare at it or start it up?" I smiled.

He looked over the front of the big tower case and quickly located the
on/off button and pressed it. When the Windows XP Pro start-up screen
appeared he started asking his questions about my system. His interest in
processor type and speed, hard disk and memory capacity, told me he knew
more about PCs than I had at first thought. The topic of computer games
came up and I showed him my collection which was partly bought, partly
downloaded. From the ohs and ahs, I thought my collection made quite an
impression and that made me feel pretty good.

"Well, that's a first!" I exclaimed, as my mind registered something.

During our talk we had gotten company and Pedro was sitting in my lap. The
thing that had taken me by surprise however was that Dada, my shy little
Dada, who was always hiding whenever anyone had visited me, had found her
way into Nafut's lap.

"She has never done that with anyone before, I think she likes you."

At that Nafut started to blush feverishly and than we both just laughed. I
enjoyed my talk with Nafut until he noticed the time. The look on his face
said it all, time had sped by unnoticed for him too, a clear sign he had
enjoyed our time together as much as I had.

"Oh no," he said, "I've got to go home. I promised my mother to do some
grocery shopping for her."

I could tell it was probably later than Nafut had told his mother he would
be.

"Just wait a minute," I got a pen and a piece of paper. I wrote down my
phone number and gave the paper to him. "Give this to your parents, so they
know where to reach you next time you're here."

"Oh, you mean I can come back tomorrow?" he asked and my heart leapt.

"Sure any time you want to."

"Bye Willem see you tomorrow then!"

He was gone, but I just stood there, but there was a joy in my heart that I
had never felt before. Walking back into the living room with a fresh beer
in my hand I felt tears running over my cheeks. I walked over to Dada, who
was now on the couch and kissed her on the head.

"Thanks for loving him too, sweetheart," I said, as I looked into her green
eyes.  I sat down and an overwhelming feeling of bliss passed over me.