Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 23:43:36 +0100
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Passing through Stone Chapter 2

The following story is fictional. Any similarity with actual events and
persons is purely accidental and unintentional. The central theme of the
story is the relationship between an adult male and a teenage boy. If you
don't like such stories or if you're not allowed to read them, please exit
this page.

I would like to hear your thoughts on the story, and I will try to answer
all e-mails I get.  If you like this story, you might also like "Lashes of
Love", which can also be found on Nifty in the Adult-Youth section.

Passing through Stone

Chapter 2.

I woke up early the next morning and it enabled me to hook up my laptop and
get some e-mails done before breakfast. The coffee making machine made my
life bearable until then. After breakfast, which was good as usual, I went
back to my room to prepare for a long day out in the city. I left just
before nine and I didn't expect to find Boris on the agreed upon place. But
when I came out of the hotel, there he was, a huge smile on his face. He
wore the same faded jeans and the sneakers of the previous day, but his
t-shirt was now a worn red colour.

He quickly walked up to me and extended his hand.

"Good morning sir, how are you today," he said, as we shook hands.

"I'm fine, thank you Boris. And please do me a favour and call me Ton,
that's my name."

"Oh no sir, that is not polite."

"Oh yes Boris, it is if I ask you to do so."

He started blushing and stammering a bit, but in the end agreed that we
should be on a first name basis. As we slowly walked away from the hotel he
suggested to show me some of the architectural sights of the city and I
concurred.

Boris turned out to be a fountain of knowledge as we walked around the
centre of the fair city of Bucharest. He was able to point out objects of
interest that I was sure I would have missed had I been on my own. When a
small group of young boys approached us he immediately stepped in and
shooed them away.  As the conversation was in Rumanian I couldn't
understand it, but if eyes could kill, both the boys and Boris would have
been dead for sure. I didn't interfere, but decided to ask Boris about this
little encounter later.

A little while later I was in definite need of some rest and coffee, so I
asked Boris if he knew of any place that would suite my needs. He did and
he guided me to a small restaurant that had a little terrace out. I sat
down at one of the tables, but to my surprise Boris didn't. Instead he
walked away a little and leaned against a nearby lamppost. I gestured to
him that he should come and sit too, but he shook his head. I got up and
walked over to him.

"Why won't you come and sit too? If you don't want coffee, you can get
something else, I don't mind."

He cast down his eyes and started blubbering something about it not being
appropriate for him to sit with me. This got to me a bit, so I put my hand
on his neck and started guiding him towards the table I had sat down at.

"You are my guide. I invite you to have a drink with me and it is not
polite to say no. So you sit down here and we will have a drink together,"
I insisted, as I put him down into one of the chairs and sat down in the
one next to his.

"I'm going to have a cup of coffee and this pastry looks very good to me
too," I said, looking at the menu. "What will you have?"

"Just a glass of water please," Boris said, his eyes still downcast.

"No, you can't have a glass of water. It's not on the menu. You will have
to get something from the menu Boris."

Slowly his eyes came up until he was looking at me awkwardly.

"I can't, I don't have money," he almost whispered.

"Don't worry about that Boris. If you invite me, you pay. Now I invite you,
so I pay."

Barely perceivable he said "A cup of tea please."

Then one of the waiters came over to take our order.

"One coffee, one tea and two of these pastries please," I told him,
pointing out the pastry I wanted on the menu. Boris looked at me shocked
and I could see he wanted to protest, but I smiled and winked at him and he
didn't say anything.

When the order had been brought I started asking Boris about the little
encounter we had had with the boys. As his vocabulary was lacking some
words he used gesturing a lot and soon became his animated self
again. Boris explained to me how the boys sniffed paint and that they were
quite adept at pick pocketing. It was very clear that he didn't like the
way they passed their time or the way in which they obtained their means of
survival. He became fidgety again when I paid the bill and his eyes grew
big as I tipped the waiter.

As we continued our walk he asked me why I had paid more than I was
supposed to. I tried to explain the concept of giving tips to him, but I
don't think he understood. I let the subject pass, but I was sure it would
come up again at the time his payment was due. Later I had again some
trouble getting Boris to join me for lunch, but managed to get him to eat
at least something. In all I guess my little guide managed to show me the
best Bucharest had to offer on architecture and he seemed to enjoy it as
much as I. During the afternoon we rested a few times, eating snacks and
drinking refreshments I had bought along the way.

All too soon it was getting late and I told Boris I would have dinner at
the hotel and not go out anymore. We got back at the hotel around half past
six but stopped at some distance from the entrance on his insistence.

"Well, I guess you'll want to get paid now, don't you?" I asked in as calm
a voice as I could muster. He only nodded.

"OK Boris. But I'll be honest with you because I don't think the one
million Lei you asked for is a fair price."

Boris face turned into an unreadable expression.

"Don't worry, I think you have done a more than excellent job today. So I'm
going to pay you what your services were worth to me and I don't want to
hear any objections from you!"

While I said that I took 8 half million bills from my wallet and handed
them over to him. His eyes grew wide and he started to stammer, but I cut
him off.

"This is what I pay you. I would like you to be my guide again tomorrow,
but that's up to you."

He looked at me, then to the banknotes in his hand and back to me. I wanted
so much to put my arms around him, pull him close and kiss him, but I
managed to control myself.

"I'll be same place tomorrow, same time," he managed to squeak.

"OK Boris, then I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded to him and smiled. He quickly turned away and I followed him again
with my eyes, like I had done the previous day. I lingered a little while,
then went into the hotel and up to my room. Being around Boris, my sexual
tension had been rising all day and I needed some relief so I took a shower
and quickly jerked off. After I had towelled down I got dressed and laid
down on the king- size bed. What was it with Boris that got me so worked
up? Sure, he was beautiful, at least in my opinion, but there was more to
it than that. He had shown initiative by his offer to be my guide. The way
he had talked to me about the group of boys had shown his good character,
there was also an inherent intelligence and it looked like he enjoyed art
as much as I did. But there was something else too, something I just
couldn't put my finger on.

I shook my head; I had to stop thinking about this boy. I was probably just
seeing things that weren't even there. I had to get down to earth. I got up
from the bed and went down for dinner, but my mind kept wandering. I needed
a drink, well, maybe a few drinks, so after dinner I went to one of the
bars.  Drinking wouldn't help, I knew that, but after a few beers I would
at least have no problems falling asleep. And I did sleep like a baby.

The next morning I had a shower then went to get breakfast. Again I
wondered if Boris would be there, if maybe my way of dealing with him might
have scared him. I was overjoyed as I saw him standing near the lamppost
again as he would be every day from then on. Each day we went into the city
and I made sure he had his snacks and his lunch. I made him come into the
museums with me because I thought he would like it and he did. All too soon
it became Sunday October 3rd, my last whole day in Bucharest as I would
leave the next afternoon.

We spend the day walking around the city and talking. We had our rests
along the way, much as had become usual for us over the last 11
days. However, as this would be our last day together I had decided to try
and get him to spend dinner with me too. When I asked him about it he
agreed on the condition that he could choose the restaurant. I concurred
and we ended up in a nice little restaurant some way from the hotel. The
dinner was excellent and I guess we both enjoyed it very much as time
passed by almost unnoticed. When we left the restaurant it had gotten dark.

We slowly walked back towards the hotel, but in a little park, not far from
it, Boris suddenly stopped me. He pulled me with him into a small secluded
area where I ended up with my back against a tree and Boris standing in
front of me.  His sudden move had surprised me and I had no idea why he
pulled me in there until it was too late. Within seconds he had my trousers
down and was kneeling in front of me with my manhood in his mouth. Before I
even realized it, I was hard as a rock and Boris was doing one hell of a
blowjob on me. Instinct took over and I started tousling with his hair and
slowly thrusting. With his right hand he caressed my left leg and with his
left hand he started playing with my balls.  As I looked down on this
beautiful boy I couldn't take it anymore and felt myself explode, filling
his mouth that was still on me.

When he had gotten everything from me he slowly got up, taking up my
trousers in the same motion. As I suddenly noticed the bulge in his jeans I
quickly changed our position around. I knelt in front of him and had his
jeans down in no time. His package was breathtaking. Getting hard his
foreskin had slid back slightly over the head and I could see a small drop
of precum appearing.  Boris shuddered as I licked it off, then I took his
boyhood completely into my mouth. I loved the taste and the smells I got. I
buried my nose in the little patch of hair that must have grown
recently. My left hand was fondling his balls that hung low and loose while
my right hand was all over the place. It didn't take long before I felt his
balls retracting and I knew he was about to orgasm. Then, with a grunt I
could feel my mouth getting filled and it was delicious. I only had to
swallow a few times, but my head was swarming.

I held on until I was sure he was spent, and then I got up, taking up his
briefs and jeans in one fluent motion, as he had done with me. I took him
in my arms and held him close, switching places again, my back resting
against the tree.

"Oh Boris, you're so beautiful," I whispered. Boris whispered something
back into my ear, broke away from the hug and ran away into the darkness. I
was dumbfounded as slowly his words were registering in my mind. Then I
started trembling all over and tears appeared into my eyes. I couldn't have
heard those words, a 15 year old boy doesn't love a 46 year old man. I
walked out of the bushes and on to the path looking everywhere around me,
but Boris wasn't in sight. I ran to the exit we had used to enter the park
and looked around again, no Boris, then back to the exit on the other side,
again nothing. He was gone.

I walked back to the hotel, still trembling, and went up to my room. I sat
down at the desk and tried to remember if I had really heard what I thought
I had.  Hadn't it just been a case of wishful thinking? I had to stop
thinking about it. I had to pack; I would be going home the next day. My
mind was in turmoil.  Should I go out and look for him? Find him and ask
him if I had heard correctly? But I wouldn't know where to start, Bucharest
was a big city and yes, I had to leave the following day. My heart sank and
I just laid down onto the bed, in my mouth I could still taste Boris.