Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 16:10:06 +0200
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Passing through Stone Chapter 4

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 the people who have sent me e-mails, it does help to keep me
motivated to continue the story. This story is fiction and doesn't really
come close to the gruesome reality of life in Rumania for a lot of kids. I
cannot understand why countries around the world spend so much money on
war, while allowing kids to live in poverty and deprevation.

Passing through Stone

Chapter 4.

Sitting on the couch with Boris so close to me, a kind of serenity had
settled over me. There might have been a time in my life that I had been
happier, but I couldn't remember when. I had been in love before, but it
had never been reciprocated. And now I was sitting here with a boy that had
said he loved me and I loved him too. We had consummated our love and it
had been a wonderful experience. But now we needed to talk, I needed to
find out things we had not discussed before and I needed to let him know I
wanted to take him with me.

"Boris, I want to ask you a few questions, is that ok?" He only nodded.

"Ok, can you tell me where you live?"

His face turned deadly serious. I could almost see him thinking about how
to answer my question and then the flood began.

"Mamma dead, papa dead. We live pipes, under ground. Adam, Pavel, Pjotr, I.
One year back Adam gone, Russia tourist. Adam say come back, but not come
back. I take care Pavel and Pjotr, they little, they scared. They hide, I
make money for eat. I scared you no like me I say I love you. I scared you
maybe hurt me. I think you no come back, but you come back."

Tears were pouring from his eyes and I took him into my arms as I could
almost feel the pain he was experiencing. I didn't know what he had been
going through in his young life, but for him to be afraid I might hurt him
was telling me a lot.

"I will never hurt you Boris, never! I love you Boris, I don't know how or
why, but I do and I won't ever hurt you, or let anyone else hurt you if I
can help it."

I let him cry and regain some of his composure. While I wiped away his
tears, I kissed him on his forehead and tried to smile as reassuringly as I
could.

"Pavel and Pjotr, are they your little brothers?" He nodded.

"You have been taking care of them?" Again he just nodded.

My mind was racing. I had wanted to find Boris and take him with me, but
things were clearly a bit more complicated than I had expected. All of a
sudden there were two more boys to consider and I realized I could not ask
Boris to come with me without them. Suddenly my mind was made up; there was
no way I could leave Boris so my only option was to find a way to take all
three of the boys with me.

"Why don't you go and bring them here, they'll be safe here." He looked at
me and I saw for the first time a look that I can only describe as
suspicious.

"Look," I said, as I guided him to the second bedroom, "they can sleep
here.  I know you want them to be safe and they will be safe here, I
promise."

A look of disbelief moved across his face as he probably realized my
sincerity.

"They can really sleep here?"

"Yes, of course. They can sleep here, I will sleep there," I pointed at the
door of the master bedroom, "and you can sleep where ever you want."

A huge smile suddenly appeared, "I will sleep there too," he said, as he
pointed to the same door I had.

I could not help myself. I picked him up and hugged him, kissing him in his
neck.

"I love you Boris."

"I love you too Ton."

"But you better get dressed before you go get your brothers. I don't think
people will like it when you walk around like that."

When I had picked him up, his towel had gotten undone and he was standing
before me completely nude. He looked down at himself before he turned
around and went into the master bedroom, giggling. I picked up the towel
and went in after him.

Somehow we managed to both get dressed and be presentable again. We had
agreed that I would do some quick shopping while Boris was out to get his
brothers. We went out together and I found my way to a local shop where I
bought enough food and drinks to probably get us through dinner and
breakfast.  I was back at the apartment in no time, put everything away and
then the waiting began.

As time slowly passed, the little devil of doubt started to raise its head.
Maybe his brothers didn't want to come and made him stay with them. Maybe
he didn't really trust me and would not come again. I looked down into the
street from the apartment windows, trying to see if they were
approaching. I was nervous and I felt my stomach getting upset. I had to
stop acting like this, I loved him and I was certain now that he loved me
too. Besides, if the boys were hiding out, it could be on the other side of
town, which would mean it would take some time for him to get there and
then get back here. I just needed my imagination to stop from running wild.

After nearly three hours of agony I suddenly saw Boris coming up the
street, two smaller boys right behind him. I noticed they were all carrying
plastic or paper bags, I guess they had taken all their worldly belongings
with them. I opened up the apartment door and they were coming up the
stairs. They were talking, their voices low, and it must have been in
Rumanian as I could not understand a word of it. When Boris saw me standing
in the doorway he gave me a big smile and quickly ushered his brothers into
the apartment.

My face must have betrayed my surprise as I heard Boris giggle. I looked at
Pavel and then at Pjotr, but it could have been the other way around as
except for the clothes they wore, there was absolutely no discernable
difference between them. They were identical twins and moreover, they were
absolutely breathtaking. Not that there was any physical attraction, they
were simply too young for that, but they did have an inherent beauty they
shared with their older brother.

The boys were shy, huddled together and eyed me suspiciously. I told Boris
to show the boys their bedroom and have them put their stuff away there. In
the meantime I tried to figure out what to do about dinner. There was quite
a racket coming from the bedroom as I decided on the easy way out, just
sandwiches and some soup would have to do for today. As the boys came out
of the bedroom, the twins came up to me and hugged me, but I couldn't
understand the questions they asked.

"They want to know if they can really sleep in the big bed," Boris
interpreted.

"Of course they can," I said, then realized that it had probably been some
time since they had last slept in a real bed. "If they don't sleep in the
bed I'll have to spank them," I said jokingly, giving them a little pad on
their bums for emphasis. They jumped a bit, but started laughing as Boris
translated.

Thinking of something to keep the boys occupied I opened up the cabinet in
which the television stood. This got me a bunch of ooohs and aaahs and wide
eyed looks from all three of them. I explained the remote control to Boris
and within seconds they were surfing the channels. I stepped back a little
and watched them as they were mesmerized by everything on the screen. They
looked so young, sitting there, even Boris, and I wondered if I had done
the right thing in making love with him. Boris must have felt my stare as
he turned around to look at me. He got up, and came leaping into my arms. I
heard the twins giggle as Boris again declared his love to me.

Dinner went extraordinary well. The twins behaved very well under the
watchful eyes of their brother. It was a good thing I had taken the
precaution of buying three loaves of bread as near two were gone by the
time we finished. Boris helped me with the dishes as the twins returned to
their newly discovered world of wonders known as television. After we had
cleaned up the kitchen Boris and I sat down on the couch and I put my arm
around him. I must have sighed and Boris gave me a questioning look. I bend
over and whispered in his ear: "I love you, I'm just happy."

As the boys grew tired, I told Boris to give them a bath before they went
to bed.  I thought they might like it and from the racket that came from
the bathroom a little later I surmised that they did. Some time later Boris
walked into the living room stark naked, he smiled at me sheepishly and
went into the boys' bedroom.  I heard him rummaging and he came back
wearing clean underpants and carrying fresh underwear for the twins. He
disappeared into the bathroom and then three squeaky clean boys, wearing
only underpants, emerged. The twins came up to me and gave me a
simultaneous hug, each kissing a cheek. I don't know why, but I started
blushing furiously, which only resulted in amusing the boys. Then Boris
switched back into his parental role and the boys went into their bedroom
and off to bed.

Boris, still in only his underpants, snuggled up to me on the couch.
Suddenly I noticed a little change in his breathing pattern and as I looked
at him he smiled at me widely.

"You, me, we go bed now too, yes?" he asked in a husky voice. And then I
noticed that a bulge had appeared where there previously had been none. I
smiled and nodded and then he disappeared into the master bedroom like a
streak of lightning. I turned off the television and the lights in the
living room before following him in.

Boris already lay in bed, propped up on one elbow, as I walked in. He made
quite a display of watching me as I undressed, so I decided to give him a
good show. I took my time and after I had taken off my underpants I whirled
them around in the air with my index finger, before I threw them at him and
jumped into bed. I pushed him on his back and moved on top of him. He must
have taken off his underwear before I had gotten in as he lay under me
nude, our hard-ons pressed against each other. As he spread his legs a bit
and started moving with his hips I teasingly licked and nibbled at one of
his earlobes.  He started moaning and grinding with his hips more urgently.

I had never known making love could be as fulfilling as I explored every
bit of his body. We were far less frantic than we had been earlier that day
and it intensified the experience. In the end, when we were laying in each
other's arms, I noticed both our faces were wet, we had actually been
crying. I don't think I had ever been as happy as at that specific moment
in time. With Boris spooned up next to me I drifted off to sleep. When I
woke up the next morning, the bed was empty.