Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 04:12:35 +0100
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lashes of Love Chapter 3

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.

Thanks to a few of my good friends for their support in my writing efforts.
You know who you are.


Lashes of love

Chapter 3. Discoveries.

It felt like something had crawled into my mouth and died. It had been one
of those evenings, I just had a few beers too many. I needed coffee, and I
needed it now! Judging the sounds and looks I got from my two kids, they
thought it was way past their feeding time too. My alarm clock told me it
was 10:30, I was late again.

After some coffee and a quick shower I sat on the couch, looking at the PC
I had built yesterday. I needed to install the OS and all the drivers, but
I just didn't know if I should start now or wait for Nafut to come. He had
said that he would come over today, but at what time? No, he hadn't said
anything about what time he would come. Logic dictated that he would
probably be coming over around one o'clock again, but than I had no way of
knowing for sure. I walked over to the couch near the window and sat down,
looking out. I didn't feel like doing anything, so I just looked out and
waited; I was just waiting for my first glimpse of Nafut on yet another
beautiful summer day.

It was only a few minutes past one when he came into sight, and what a
sight he was. He wore a light, purple coloured t-shirt and, to my great
delight, a pair of white soccer shorts. Somewhere deep inside I felt like
crying, but I managed to avert my eyes and just took a very deep
breath. "He's coming, kids, our boy is coming." Two pairs of eyes looked at
me intently and I could swear they were holding back tears too.

The sound of the bell brought me back down from my high and I hurried over
to the door to let Nafut in. He quickly settled in what I was starting to
think of as his place on the couch and we made small talk for a few
minutes. He handed me a piece of paper not unlike the one I had given him
the day before. "It's our phone number so you can call my parents if
there's anything. I think they're afraid I might break something." The
thought entered and left me in a flash: the only thing you could break is
my heart, and I wouldn't bother your parents about that.

We worked on the PC and quickly had the OS, drivers and a few programs
installed. As our ongoing conversation touched upon the subject of school I
was surprised to hear that he would start third year in September. "Have
you skipped any classes?"

"No I haven't, why do you think I have?"

"Well, aren't you a bit young to start third year?"

He chuckled, "How old do you think I am?"

Not wishing to offend him, I offered my highest guess. "About thirteen I
would think."

His little chuckle had grown into a smile. "People always think I'm younger
because I'm so small, but I'll be 15 next January."

Now it was my time to be puzzled. This cute little boy was almost 14 and a
half, and I had thought he was so much younger. And he found it quite
amusing that people thought of him as younger, that was remarkable.

"Well, go into the side room and start up the PC so we can start looking
for those songs you want to download. I'll get us something to drink. An
Extran again for you?"

Nafut nodded and disappeared into the side room, while I went to the
kitchen to get our drinks.

It was an interesting afternoon as I learned that his father had come from
Turkey to work here back in the seventies, but Nafut was born here in
Holland. He had only one older sister, which surprised me as most Turkish
families I knew were rather large. He enjoyed playing computer games, but
was also playing soccer at one of the local clubs during the season. We got
most of the songs he had wanted and he told me he would bring some disks
the next time.

"These songs aren't going to fit on disks, they're too big. But I could put
the on a rewritable CD for you, so you can copy them to your PC."

"Oh, thanks Willem. But, ah, well, about my computer, I was wondering... "

"What? You're not going to go shy on me, are you?"

"Oh, no, but I was wondering if you could come and take a look at it. I
would like to get Windows XP on it, but I'm not sure if that's
possible. Windows 98 is always causing me problems and I have to restart."

"That's no problem. I'll be glad to help you out if I can."

"Great, so could you come by this evening?"

"Sure, if your parents wouldn't mind."

"Oh no, that's no problem. Could you come by say around half past seven?"

I agreed, but told him that I wouldn't be able to install Windows XP right
away, as I would probably need to download some drivers first. He agreed
that installing Windows XP without all the proper drivers wouldn't be much
good to him. Just then the phone rang and it was Nafut's sister, so I
handed him the phone. I couldn't understand anything of what he said during
the short conversation as it was all in Turkish, but when he finished he
told me he had to get home. We agreed that I would put the downloaded songs
on a CD-RW and bring it with me that evening, then he was gone.

I put the songs on a CD-RW immediately and went on to make myself some
dinner. I always liked to have my dinner early and after I had finished and
everything was cleaned up, it was not yet six, so I sat down to watch the
news on television. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as my anticipation
to visiting him at home grew steadily.

He had been on the balcony, seeing me come over and the door was buzzing
open even before I could touch the bell. I walked up the concrete stairs up
to the third floor where I saw Nafut waiting for me in the doorway. From
the pile of shoes on the landing near the door I surmised that it was
custom to take them off before entering the apartment, so I did. Nafut
closed the door after I had gone in and then led me straight to his own
room. I took it no formal introduction to his family was planned or called
for.

His room was of average size, holding his single bed, a two door closet, an
armchair and a big desk with an office chair in front of it. His computer
case stood on the floor next to the desk with a CRT-monitor, keyboard and
mouse on the desk top, it had been started up already.

"Well, let's see what we can do about this baby."

I was writing down the information about his sound- and video-card when his
dad entered the room. After introducing ourselves it became clear to me
that Nafut had told his father all about the PC we had been working on.

"Nafut told me he has been learning a lot from you. I am very happy about
that, it is very important for children nowadays to know all about
computers."

I think I started blushing and stammering, but I managed to tell him that
it had been my pleasure and that Nafut had been picking things up very
quickly. He then surprised me by asking how much it would cost for me to
bring Nafut's PC up to date. I told him I could not ask any money from a
friend and that seemed to please both him and Nafut. This was followed by
another surprise:

"We don't have any beer, but I would like it if you could join me in a
glass of whisky."

I knew Muslims didn't normally drink anything alcoholic, so the offer was
very special and I accepted. A few minutes later he returned with two
filled glasses and we talked some more about computers and a few other,
general topics.  After finishing his drink he excused himself and left
Nafut and me to our inspection of the PC.

Installing Windows XP would not be any problem and I had some spare parts
at home that I could use to upgrade the system a bit. As I wanted to
surprise Nafut, I didn't tell him about that part of my plan. When it came
time for me to leave Nafut told me that he wouldn't be able to visit me the
next day as he has agreed to join some of his friends in a visit to the
local swimming pool.

"If you want you can join us. We could have a lot of fun and I'm sure the
other boys wouldn't mind. They're to pick me up around half past eleven, so
you would need to be here around that time. You just need to bring a
swimming suit and a towel and it isn't very expensive."

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind an old guy like me tagging along? And what
would your friends say about it?"

"They'll think it's cool. And you said yourself that you aren't that old."

A cheeky grin spread over his face and I knew he had hooked me. We agreed I
would make sure to be ready at half past eleven and him and the other boys
would pick me up and we would all walk to the swimming pool. On my way back
home I wondered what I was getting myself into, but there was no turning
back now.

The next day turned out to be as much fun as Nafut had promised. The baggy
swimming trunks I had chosen turned out to be a blessing as it hid my
recurring erection pretty well. I wasn't the only one wearing baggy
swimming trunks as Speedo's were considered `not cool', except for the
smaller boys. When I offered to buy us all some sodas I was instantly
deemed their hero.

When I finally came back into my apartment it was near four o'clock and I
was beat. I got myself a cold beer and decided against cooking dinner
myself.  Instead I ordered some Chinese food to be delivered between five
and five thirty. The days' images flooded my mind and I became quite
aroused.  Relieving myself only took a few minutes, but left me even more
tired than before. As the delivery guy rang the bell, a little past five, I
had been dozing.  But hunger took over and I stuffed myself, than cleaned
up quickly.

I ended up lying on the couch with another cold beer. Out of the blue I
started crying. I had met a boy, small for his age, and had fallen in love
with him, I was sure about that now. He enjoyed my company more than I
could expect and that made me happy beyond measure. I wanted to shower him
with kisses and make passionate love to him, but there was an edge of fear
too. How would he react if I let these feelings be known? Just the
possibility of losing him scared me more than anything. No, I couldn't tell
him. If anything was going to happen, he was the one who would have to make
the first move.