Date: Fri, 02 Apr 2004 00:11:11 +0200
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Passing through Stone Chapter 5

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 do try to answer all e-mails I get, so feel free to fill me in on your
thoughts about it.


Passing through Stone

Chapter 5.

The bed was empty, but I could hear faint noises coming through the door to
the living room. I started to panic a little and tried to find my
underpants.  Then the door opened and I saw Boris peaking in. When he
noticed I was awake his smile broadened, he walked in and quickly gave me a
kiss. He looked quite sexy, wearing only his underwear, but he eluded me
when I tried to grasp him.

"I made coffee," he said, then he disappeared again, closing the door
behind him. I think it was his way of telling me to get my ass out of bed.

When I walked into the living room a little later I found the twins sitting
in front of the television again while Boris was busy in the kitchen. He
poured me a cup of coffee and I added only my usual amount of sugar as
that's how I like to take it. I sat down on the couch back in the living
room and Boris joined me with a cup of tea. To anyone the scene must have
looked pretty strange, a grown man and three boys sitting around the living
room in the early morning all wearing just their underwear. To me it felt
like I had a home again, like I had found again that little something that
turns a house into a home. And I knew right then and there that I would
move heaven and earth to take them with me.

Some time during the morning the twins took their shower together and got
dressed, as did Boris and I. It was clear that the clothes the boys were
wearing were pretty old and I found out they had gotten hold of them
through some kind of charity when they had outgrown their previous trousers
and shirts. Living on the streets could not have been easy, but Boris had
managed to stay away from sniffing paint and other pastimes that were
either dangerous or criminal. He had taken it upon himself to look after
his brothers when his older brother Adam had left with a Russian tourist
over a year before. He had promised to come back for Boris and the twins,
but they hadn't seen him again.

Listening to Boris telling about his past was emotional and difficult at
times. He told me about how his parents had moved from Poland to Rumania
after they had married and that his father had been a factory worker. Adam
was two years older than Boris and should be seventeen now, while the twins
were both twelve. When their parents had died in a bus accident three years
ago, they had no family in Rumania to turn to, so they ended up living on
the streets.  Boris thought there might be some relatives in Poland, but he
didn't know for sure, he couldn't really remember. He said Adam might know,
but that was not of any use at that moment. When I asked Boris if they had
any kind of identification for themselves, I was surprised to see him
produce three papers that looked to me like birth certificates.

My mind about taking the boys with me was made up, but I had not given it
any thought as to how that might be accomplished. I decided to call Hans
again, as he was the one that had gotten me into going back for Boris in
the first place.  When I told him about the twins I could hear his
thunderous laughing on the other side of the line.

"You were never one for doing things the easy way now, are you," he said,
and I could picture the merriment in his eyes.

"Well, there's no way I could leave them here, that's for sure. But I have
no idea about what I could or should do next."

"Let me tell you from the outset Ton, that the only way you will be able to
get those boys out of there and in here, is to actually adopt them. And
that's not just the twins, but that boy of yours too."

"Damn, there's no way in hell they're going to allow that, is there," I
said, feeling a burning stab going through my stomach.

"Under normal circumstances I would say you are right, but knowing your
financial situation, there just might be a way. I'd have to talk to some
friends of mine, who know more about these kinds of things than I do. Would
you be able to call me back tomorrow, around 8 pm? I'm sure I'll know more
by then."

"You can bet your sorry ass I'll be calling. And stop that snickering."

We signed off and I wondered what Hans would come up with or had in mind. I
also wondered if and how I should tell the boys.

When I turned around I saw Boris and the twins staring at me. I was sure
they couldn't have understood the conversation I just had, but the tone of
my voice must have betrayed some of my feelings. I managed to smile at them
reassuringly, but I could almost hear Boris' mind working. No, I had better
not tell them anything yet, no need to get them upset or anything over
something that still had to be worked out. I wasn't even sure about what to
tell them or if they would even like to come with me.

I really hadn't kept an eye on the time and suddenly noticed it must have
been later than I thought as it was slowly getting darker outside. There
wasn't much food left at the apartment, so I asked Boris if he and the
twins would want to join me out for dinner. He translated and from the
twins' reaction I got it that they at least would like to
wholeheartedly. Boris on the other hand got that `I can't pay for it' look
on his face and I sat down next to him.

"When you were my guide, I invited you and I paid for it. Now you are my
boyfriend, now you can pay for it," I said, as I handed him my wallet.

I never knew a person could get so red in the face as Boris got at that
moment.  He quickly gave me back the wallet, put his arms around my neck
and pulled me close. We didn't say anything; he just needed to recompose
himself. When Boris let go, we got up and the four of us made ready to go
out.

As we walked down the street the twins were chattering with Boris and I
noticed their voices had the same crystal ring to it that their brother's
voice had.  I smiled and asked Boris if he or the twins knew of any
restaurant they might like to go to. As he conferred with his brothers I
didn't need to understand Rumanian in order to know what the twins'
favourite was. Boris was a bit argumentative until I decided to step in and
make the twins happy. I wasn't sure if Boris was totally comfortable with
my decision, but we made our way to one of the local McDonalds anyway.

Before we entered I told Boris to understand that he and his brothers could
order anything they wanted and plenty of it. I said that if I got the
impression that they didn't do that, I would order 3 portions of everything
that was on the menu for them. The wry smile he gave me, told me that I had
driven home my point. I guess he hadn't forgotten the tea and pastry
incident yet. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the food that was on offer,
but the twins seemed to have the time of their lives and that more than
made up for it. While we ate I noticed how Boris kept a watchful eye on
anyone coming close to us. In the back of my mind I just hoped that some
day he might be able to loose that habit.

After especially the twins had had their fill, we walked back to the
apartment at a leisurely pace. I saw how some of the people in the streets
reacted, clearly avoiding walking past the boys if they could. It was
obvious that the clothes they wore still betrayed them as being street kids
and I decided that we would have to do something about that the next
day. Even though the boys themselves seemed not to notice or at least
pretended they didn't. Some of the passers-by even looked suspiciously at
me and it made me feel quite uncomfortable.

Back at the apartment, the twins settled themselves in front of the
television again while Boris and I made coffee and tea. Then Boris and I
settled on the couch and with the twins watched a movie that was on. I had
seen the movie before, but never the Rumanian dubbed version. It made
things a bit confusing for me, but the boys seemed to like it. When the
movie was finished I think Boris told the twins it was time for them to get
ready for bed. I don't know what their reply was, but it must have made an
impact as Boris started blushing feverishly. They went to their bedroom
anyway, but came out again in just their underwear only a little
later. They asked Boris something and I saw his face getting an emotional
expression as he nodded. Then, one by one, the twins came up to me, kissed
me on the cheek and said goodnight, before moving back into their bedroom
and closing the door behind them.

Boris looked at me and I saw tears forming in his eyes.

"They did same with papa every night," he said, before he flung his arms
around me and started crying in earnest. Realizing I had just been adopted
by the twins as their surrogate father, I couldn't hold back my own tears
either.  It had been a rather emotional day for both of us I guess and
crying helped to relief some of the tension it had caused.

I'm not sure how, but we ended up French kissing with a new found passion
until we were both pretty much out of breath. I had never thought of
kissing as something special or sensuous, but with Boris it was. My lips
touching his and our tongues caressing caused my head to swarm, my heart to
pound and my manhood to rise. By now he was sitting on my lap, facing me,
and I could feel the warmth radiating from his entire body. I held onto him
as I got up. He put his legs around me so I could carry him around as I put
out the television and the lights in the living room.

In the bedroom, next to the bed, he got back on his own two feet. I quickly
kissed him before I took hold of the bottom of his shirt and started to
pull it up.  He put his arms over his head so I could take of the shirt
completely. I knelt down and one by one removed his socks while he held on
to my shoulders to steady himself. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and
pulled them down slowly so as to leave his underpants in place. When I got
them down to his ankles he was easily able to step out of them. He then
pulled me up and started to unbutton my shirt and take it off. Next came my
socks and pants, just as I had done it.

We stood there facing each other in just our tenting briefs, looking. It
was almost as if we were in a contest to see who could hold out the longest
before taking down the other one's briefs. But then Boris surprised me by
quickly pulling off his own and jumping into bed. It looked like the
contest was over, so I followed Boris' example and joined him in bed.

I couldn't have been in there for more then a second or so before Boris
disappeared underneath the comforter. Soon I felt his tongue licking the
tip of my hard-on and then the warmth of his mouth as he engulfed it. I
threw off the comforter and moved around so we were in a 69 position within
no time. I went for the prize at once and my mouth was filled with his
raging boyhood as I nuzzled the sack that held his marbles. We were both
moaning as my left hand caressed his upper body and my right hand found its
way to his butt on autopilot. I had only just begun massaging his sphincter
when he let go of my aching hard-on and gasped. As my index finger got
clasped between his cheeks I was treated to his fluids that had travelled
from his marbles through his boyhood and into my mouth.

Somehow I had expected Boris to go back to what he was doing but after a
final shudder he turned around and lay on top of me.

"I love you Ton. Please, you fuck, yes?" he whispered into my ear, almost
pleadingly. I only gave a slight not before he got up and picked up the
tube of K- Y from the nightstand. He lubed up my hard-on liberally before
he sat down and took me deep inside of himself. The look on his face, his
body language and his once again growing boyhood all told me there was no
pain, just lust and pure ecstasy. As he squirted for the second time that
night and the feeling of orgasmic bliss came over me, I noticed I was again
crying.

Falling asleep with Boris in my arms was like heaven, but the next morning
the bed was empty again. I couldn't hear anything, so I got up and put on
my briefs.  After a short visit to the bathroom I walked into the living
room, only to find it and the kitchen empty too. Then I noticed the door to
the twins' bedroom was slightly ajar. A feeling of panic came over me as I
walked over towards it.  I hesitated for a few seconds before chancing to
take a look inside.

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I know it's terrible of me to end with another cliffhanger, but this is
what I ended up with writing. I'll try and post the next chapter as soon as
possible, so you won't all be in agony too long.