Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 23:14:43 +0100
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Passing through Stone Chapter 3

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.

Thanks to all those of you who have taken their time to give me their
thoughts on the story. I'm sorry that the end of the previous chapter gave
some of you the idea that the story was finished. I can tell you all right
now that there is still a lot more to come.

Passing through Stone

Chapter 3.

I must have somehow fallen asleep as I woke up the next day still fully
dressed.  I took a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes before I went
down to breakfast. Afterwards I walked over to the entrance of the hotel
and looked out, hoping to see Boris on his usual spot, he wasn't there. I
went up to pack and when I had everything ready I took another tour down to
the entrance, still no Boris. After I checked out I waited outside for the
cab I had ordered, constantly keeping a look out. I felt like crying when I
got to the airport.

The flight back and the drive home, it all happened in a daze. I was numb,
all I wanted to do was sleep, to try and forget. I was supposed to go to
Athens the next week, but I was just too tired to make any of the necessary
arrangements.  For three days I did absolutely nothing and then a friend
came to visit. I told him the whole story and at the end he was laughing
and shaking his head at me.

"What? It wasn't funny."

"You dumb ass, you really can't see it can you?"

"Can't see what?"

"You're in love. And if this boy really told you he loves you too, you
shouldn't even be here. You should be there in Bucharest trying to find
him."

I looked at him in shock, but instantly realized he was right.

"But he can't really love me too. I'm bloody 46 for Christ's sake, a 15
year old boy can't love a 46 year old man."

"Look Ton, when was the last time you looked into a mirror?"

"This morning, when I shaved."

"And what did you see?"

"I saw just me, what are you talking about?"

"Well, you may be bloody 46 as you put it, but you sure don't look like it,
you don't act like it and I'm pretty damn sure you don't feel like it!"

I thought about his statement for a little while, then smiled.

"Shit Hans, why do you always have to be right? God how could I have been
so blind? I need to pack, I need to call the airline, and I need to book a
room."

"No Ton, don't go to a hotel again. I have some information back home about
apartments you can rent down there. That way, if you find him, you can take
him there without having to worry about hotel staff and all that bullshit."

Hans had stung me and the numbness was gone. After he left I went into a
flurry of activity. I packed a few suitcases, I needed to be prepared to
stay for some time in case I couldn't find Boris easily. When Hans called
me later he got me the information on the apartments and I was able to book
one through the Internet. They weren't really that expensive, so I booked a
three room apartment for six weeks. Then I booked a one way flight with the
airline, I would be back in Bucharest Monday, exactly one week after I had
left.

>From the airport I took a cab to the rental agency to pick up the keys,
then went straight on to the apartment. Though I was inspired to go look
for Boris immediately, I decided against it. It was already past four in
the afternoon and I could use the time to get settled in the apartment that
turned out to be a bit smaller than I had expected from the Internet
pictures. But I wasn't here to check out apartments, I was here to find a
boy that I had fallen in love with and had said he loved me, or hadn't he?
Doubt entered my mind again. Somehow I managed to put my thoughts on hold;
I had to unpack, get some food into me and get a good night's rest,
tomorrow my search would begin.

I got up the next morning at half past seven and while I was busy with the
coffee making machine I noticed my hands were trembling. It wasn't cold at
all, I was just having the jitters. My mind was reeling again and somewhere
deep inside I felt like crying. It had been nine days ago that I had last
seen Boris and I realized that I had missed him more than I had ever missed
anyone in my life. I drank my coffee but didn't make any breakfast; I
didn't think my stomach could hold any foodstuff as I was completely tensed
up.

As I didn't want to wander around the city aimlessly I had made up some
semblance of a search plan. I would start out at a small park nearby, then
go to the next resting place we had frequented and so on until I had come
full circle. It was the only way I could think of that would give me a
chance of finding Boris again. So around 9 I walked out and started my
round. It turned out to be quite nerve wrecking as blonds seemingly popped
up all over the place and each time I hoped it would be him. Lunch was
light as I couldn't manage to sit still for more than ten minutes at a
time. Common sense told me I should calm down, take it easy, but my heart
was racing and hurried me along.

No, I hadn't expected to find Boris on the very first day, but it was still
a disappointment. When I got back to the apartment I felt lousy, even angry
and somewhere deep inside I just wanted to smash something. Why had I been
so stupid? Why had I let him run away from me in the first place? Why
hadn't I told him I love him too? I had to take a deep breath. Asking
myself all these questions and getting upset didn't help anyone. I needed
to get a grip on myself or I would be a nutcase by the time I might
actually find Boris and I couldn't let that happen. The couch looked
comfortable and I wanted to just lay down for a while, but my stomach told
me it needed some real food. Not feeling much like cooking myself I went
out and had dinner at a nearby restaurant. When I got back I decided to
have a bath and it relaxed me to the point of almost falling asleep. I went
to bed straight after the bath and slept without any problems.

The next three days went by without any sign of Boris. I was worried that I
might have been going the wrong way, but a phone call to Hans set me back
on track. He simply told me not to be a fool and hang in there and that
he'd kick my ass if I came back alone before the full six weeks were up. It
just reminded me of the importance of friends that can cheer you up and
give support where and when it is needed. I was very lucky to have a few of
those.

On Saturday morning I went out again, feeling a lot better. I had had my
coffee and even some breakfast, which I had skipped the previous days. That
morning I had stood in front of the mirror and had given myself a good
talking to and I guess that's just what I needed. It was just half past
twelve when I passed through a small park on my way to a restaurant to have
lunch. Sitting on a bench at some distance I glimpsed a familiar looking
blond haired boy. As I came closer I recognized the still faded jeans and
the old sneakers. I felt my blood starting to rush through my body as my
heart was pumping full speed, my eyes got blurred and I had to blink away
the tears. I could hardly feel my legs but somehow managed to take steps
and close the distance between us.

When he turned my way and recognized me I saw at first that his face turned
ashen. Then he must have spotted the expression on my face and probably the
tears that were rolling across it. From that point on the world seemed to
have switched to slow-motion. I saw how he got up and came towards me, then
he leaped and held on to me with his arms around my neck and his legs
wrapped around me. Our faces were on each other's shoulders and my arms
were embracing him.

"You back, you back," I heard him whisper.

"Yes Boris, I came back to look for you. I love you too Boris, I love you
too."

We were both crying now.

When we had calmed down we probably both realized the awkwardness of the
two of us holding each other in the middle of a public park. We managed to
disentangle ourselves and Boris led me to sit down on the bench and sat
down next to me.

"You back at hotel?"

"No, I have rented a little apartment, a little house, here on Calea
*****."

I saw how his eyes grew wide.

"You have apartment here? We go there now, yes. Please."

"Yes, that's ok."

"Yes, you come. I know quick way there."

He nearly pulled me off the bench and took me hurriedly through the
city. He did know his way around and led me through some shortcuts I never
would have realized existed. Within less than 15 minutes we were standing
in front of the apartment door and my hand trembled a little as I opened it
with my key.

When I had closed the door behind us and turned around, Boris leapt up to
me again. This time he started French kissing me and grinding his hips. I
was amazed as I felt his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans and it
aroused me faster than I thought possible. With Boris clinging on to me I
walked over to the master bedroom and climbed onto the bed. He let go of me
and fell on the bed on his back. He looked confused when I got up from the
bed, but smiled as I started to undress in record time. The unspoken
message must have gotten across as by the time I was totally naked, Boris
was too.

I laid down beside him, bend over and started teasing his nipples with my
mouth as my hand slowly started a jacking motion on his boyhood. I went
down to his belly button, which was the most erotic one I had ever seen and
I kissed and licked it. His soft moans had turned to panting and he was
bucking with his hips when I took his raging hard-on into my mouth. It only
took a few seconds before I felt him go rigid and I was treated to the
taste of his juices. Just a few swallows and licks later he was spent and I
climbed on top of him, kissing his neck while he came down from his orgasm.

When his breathing had gone back down to a normal level he pushed me over
on my back and started giving me the same treatment I had given him. But
when his mouth reached my cock he only covered it with a liberal amount of
his saliva, which he spread over it. Then he suddenly moved to sit on top
of me and while his hand kept hold of my manhood he pushed down on
it. There was a little resistance, but then the head was engulfed, he kepts
pushing down slowly until I was buried all the way inside of him. As my
cock started to twitch a bit inside of him, I was amazed to see his boyhood
getting hard again. I looked up into his face and there was a look of
ecstasy as he started riding me. I grabbed a hold of his boyhood and
started to stroke it, first in sync with his movements, but I quickly
picked up the pace as I could feel my own orgasm approach rapidly. As I
arched my back and started to fill him up I could see how he started to
squirt too. A little later he dropped himself on top of me and we held each
other, panting in the afterglow of our orgasms.

I must have dozed off, but was awakened by soft kisses that stopped when I
opened my eyes. I looked into Boris' wonderful face, a huge smile upon
it. I kissed him gently on the lips, one hand caressing his back while the
other was rustling through his beautiful blond hair. Our lovemaking had
been frantic and we were both a bit sticky. I rolled Boris over on to his
back and quickly got out of bed. He was giggling as I picked him up and
carried him over to the bathroom. We had a playful shower and ended up
sitting close together on the living room couch, each with only a towel
wrapped around us.