Date: Fri, 7 May 1999 22:09:05 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Wim & Kris Life goes on Part 3

This is the fourth story in the Wim/Kris series.

May I thank the many readers who have send me messages of encouragement,
your support is greatly appreciated. I do endeavour to answer all mails and
enjoy entering in to discussions with people of all ages, even those who
should not be reading these stories!

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should
be read as such.  It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with
sexual relationships between men and teenage boys.

If you are not of a legal age where you live to read stories of this nature
or are offended by homosexual behaviour, man/teenage boy, teenage
boy/teenage boy, relationships etc.  etc then please do not read any
further. If you do then please enjoy the story as it is one of love and
affection but it is not the responsibility of the writer or the posting
authority of any consequences that arise.

                 Wim & Kris - Life goes on.

Part 3

David's Story

I took a good look at David. He looked like "death warmed up" as my
Grandmother would have said. His eyes looked like "pee holes in the snow"
another of my Gran's sayings and I could see he was very tired and dirty.

"When was the last you ate David," I asked as he came through the front
door.

"Yesterday morning."

I saw Wim disappear into the kitchen and I knew he would prepare something
for David to eat.

"I need a shower, I feel filthy," he said.

"All in good time son, let's get some food into you first. Come on into the
living room and sit down and relax."

He peeled off his Parka and hung it on the hall stand and followed me into
the living room.  He flopped down in an easy chair and Wim gave him a hot
bowl of Royal Game soup and some crusty bread to dip into it. He was
hungry. The soup was gone in a flash. He lay back and closed his eyes.

"Don't go to sleep David," I said, "you can have a shower and then go to
bed."

He opened his sleepy eyes and asked, "Will you give me the shower please
Kris?"

"If that is what you want, come on then."

Wim cleared away the bowl and I led David to the shower. Wim shouted he
would get David a bathrobe and come and help.

I ran a bath rather than a shower and put some of my special muscle
relaxant oils in the water. Whilst I was doing that David mechanically took
off his clothes and leaned against me as I was checking the water
temperature. I looked at him. He was grime from head to toe, his hair was
matted and his feet were black.

"In you get, son," I said and he stepped into the water and sat down. Wim
came in and his eyebrow went up in shock to see how dirty his friend was. I
put my finger to my lips to stop him from making a comment and he nodded
letting me know he understood.  We let David soak for a few minutes and
then we both started to clean him up. He was like putty in our hands,
totally exhausted. I turned on the shower and washed his hair three times
before it showed some signs of suds. The bath water was black. I let the
water drain away and refilled the bath with David still in it. Wim and I
gave hm another quick wash down and I lifted him out of the water. My son
was great. He emptied the bath and cleaned it whilst I dried David. David
hung his arms over my shoulders and just limply clung to me.

"Put him in my room," Wim suggested.

"Good idea son, good job it is set up!"

I put my hands round David's bottom and lifted him in my arms. He was dead
to the world.  I carried him upstairs into Wim's room and laid him on top
of the bed. I got a pair of Wim's new boxers from his drawer and put them
on the sleeping boy. Wim came into the room and looked at him.

"Well at least he looks like our David now, clean as a new pin and smelling
very nice. Has he any marks on his body?"

"Not that I can see, no cuts bruises or abrasions. I think the damage might
be to his mind not his body. We will have to be very gentle with him when
he comes round."

"Are you going to leave him in here on his own? If he wakes up he might be
very scared, remember what happened to me the other morning and I knew I
was safe."

"Good point," I said, "but we can leave him here for the time being and see
how long he sleeps."

"If he is still asleep when we go to bed," Wim said, "much as I don't want
you to it might be a good idea to move him into OUR bed and I will sleep in
here for the night, BUT ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT."

"That is very thoughtful of you, my love, and I love you for it. It just
confirms that you are a very nice person."

We covered David with the duvet and left the room, leaving the door open
just in case we heard him cry out. Wim dragged me into our bedroom and
pushed me on the bed.  He snuggled up with his arms round me, mine on his
buttocks and we just laid there and kissed each other. Neither of us were
aroused just in harmony with each other and enjoying each others closeness
and company.

"Did you notice any difference in David?" Wim asked.

"In what way?"

"Well the last time I saw him naked he was hairless, he has sprouted quite
a lot of pubic hair since then."

"Well you haven't actually stopped growing in that area yet, have you? He
is a growing boy, just like you."

"No, suppose not! I'm hungry."

"For a change I can't call you a Gannet because I'm hungry too."

We went downstairs and between us we rustled up quite a respectable meal.
Grilled lamb chops, green peas, mashed potatoes, onion gravy and a
raspberry mouse to finish with.  Thank God for a freezer and a microwave
that defrosts. We washed up together, well Wim washed and I dried and put
the crocks away. We watched 'the idiot box' till about 2230 and Wim said he
was tired and wanted to go to bed.

"Can we have a five minute cuddle in our bed before I go to MY room?" he
asked.

"I would be upset if we didn't," I replied.

I went to my room and Wim went into his. I stripped off and Wim came in
just wearing a smile. We snuggled down under the duvet and held each other
in our arms. I nibbled his ear whilst he used his lips to gently suck the
skin of my neck. Neither of us gained an erection but we loved every minute
of it. I felt him relax and his breathing became regular. The bugger had
gone to sleep. Now I had two sleeping 14 year old boys to move. I moved Wim
to one side of our bed and went to get David. He was no problem, he was
still out for the count. I wondered if he had slept at all since he left
Amsterdam. I put David in my bed and picked up my son and carried him to
his own bed. At least it was warm for the first time that he was going to
sleep in it, David had seen to that. I covered him with the duvet and gave
him a kiss on the forehead, he mumbled in his sleep and I'm sure he said
"nite Dad" but I wasn't sure. I left his bedroom door open and went back to
my room doing the same with the door. I slipped silently into the bed and
lay on my back assessing the situation. I must tell George in the morning
that David had arrived. I snuggled down, turned off the bedside light.
David's subconscious must have detected my presence or he must have felt
the warmth of my body because he turned over and his arm came over my
chest, his leg came over mine and he moved so his body was in contact with
mine. I felt him relax and start to breathe more deeply. At least the boy
was at peace and getting some well earned rest.

The next thing I remember was someone kissing the back of my neck. I
instantly knew it was my Wim. I felt him up against my back. I turned over
to face him.

I whispered, "Are you all right. What time is it?"

"Half past seven and that bugger slept all night so I could have left him
in my bed and slept with you as usual."

"Never mind. The thought was good anyway," I said, giving him a morning kiss
on his lips to stop him yattering on. "Come on I need a pee, a cig and a
cuppa in that order."

We got out of bed and I checked David. He was fine but still in a very deep
sleep.

We were getting quite adept at having a pee together and hitting the toilet
bowl whilst having our morning kiss.

"Remember..."

"Yeah I know if I shake it more than twice I'm playing with it," and ran
out to put the kettle on."

The phone rang, who the hell was that at this time of the morning? It was
George.

"Yes I know "old chap" it is a bit early, I'm surprised you are up and
awake," he said with sarcasm in his voice, "I'm still at home but I've had
the Amsterdam police on to me wanting to know if I had heard anything of
your David."

"How on earth did they get your number and why did they think that you
would know. As a matter of fact he arrived here last night. He was in no
fit state to answer any questions and he was filthy, so he had a bath and
we put him to bed. He is still fast asleep and I don't intend to wake him
for anybody."

"Well to answer your question they found Wim's name in one of his books. A
bit of detective work at the hotel and a waitress there, Helga or somebody,
told them that Wim was now in London and gave them the Dutch lawyers name.
They gave them mine and of course they forgot the time difference, or
that's what they said and rang me to get your address."

"You didn't give them it did you!?"

"What do you take me for. I told them that I didn't give clients names out
over the phone but I would check with you and ring them back, later ...
much later."

As George only lived about 10 miles away from me and it wasn't far out of
his way into the office I suggested that he came to us for breakfast.

"Bacon, eggs over easy, grilled tomatoes and fried bread, orange juice
toast, marmalade and coffee or tea to finish with," I tempted. He didn't
need much tempting.

"I'll be with you in about 25 minutes."

As is usual with George I didn't get time to reply as he put the phone
down.  I told Wim who it was and what was happening. He went back to the
kitchen and got out the makings for breakfast. We would have to go and get
some more grub at this rate, no bacon, eggs or tomatoes were left. It
seemed I was running a flaming hotel! Wim and I normally had breakfast in
the kitchen but as we had two extra he had set up the table in the dining
room.

As he came out he said, "I've put David's trainers outside the back door,
if I hadn't they would have walked there anyway, they really stink." Shall
I go and see if he is coming round?"

"No leave him alone, I don't think he has had much sleep over the last 48
hours or so. He never moved in the bed last night and I think it was the
first time in a long time he felt safe."

"When he was talking to me in Dutch at Kings Cross he said just that. I
think he has had one hell of a time since we left Amsterdam. You are not
going to send him back are you?"

"I might have to. It depends on what George says. We will not send him back
on his own.  We are going there in about five days time so I'm sure George
can swing that and we can go back with him."

A voice from behind us said, "I knew I could rely on you two."

David had crept downstairs in his bare feet and we hadn't heard him come
into the kitchen.  He looked a lot better. His eyes were clear and back to
deep blue and his hair sparkled in the sunlight from the window. He was
wearing Wim's bathrobe which hung open, he was still wearing Wim's boxer
shorts and I noticed he was not sporting an erection. He walked across to
me and put his arms up like a baby does. I picked him up and he put his
arms round my neck and snuggled his lips to my cheek. I moved so we were
lips to lips and gave him his morning kiss. I tried to put him down but he
hung on like a limpet.  I gently unwound him and he went across to Wim and
gave him a kiss. Wim returned it with interest. The look of concern on my
son's face told me volumes of how he felt. I poured David a mug of tea, the
coffee percolator was on but it wasn't ready. David drank the tea and was
half way down the mug when he realised it was tea.

"This tea is nice, any toast?"

That was a good sign, you have heard of the saying 'mind over matter' well
this was 'tummy over mind' and that was definitely a good sign. Snack over
Wim took David back to his room to lend him some of his new clothes and
tell him what we had arranged and that George was coming for breakfast.
They had reverted to Dutch so I was not privy to what they were saying. I
knew Wim or David would update me later.

The door bell rang.

I let George in. Wim dashed into the kitchen and started breakfast proper
and we went into the dining room. I introduced David to George. George
asked David how good was his English and when he was sure that David did
understand he asked him to take his time and tell him his story. My mind
flashed back to room 369 and Wim telling me his story.  David came and sat
very close to me and I'm sure he wanted to sit on my knee, so I just put my
arm round his shoulder and told him to take his time. We got most of his
life story but the main parts were, he didn't know his father, he thinks he
was one of his mothers clients, she worked the red light district of
Amsterdam but did look after him very well. He went to a good school, was
always well fed and clothed and had his own room. It wasn't till fairly
recently that his mother brought her clients home, he thinks she had fallen
out with the people who ran the brothel so most of her business was
conducted from home. Most of it was done whilst he was a school but
sometimes he had to go to his room when guys came in the evening. A lot of
them didn't like a kid around and some of them gave him a punch or two if
he was seen around.

Wim came in with four plates full of bacon, eggs, grilled tomatoes,
sausages and fried bread. That stopped David's story mid stream and we all
attacked the food. I cleared away the plates with David's help and Wim
chatted to George. I brought the coffee pot into the dining room and the
cups were filled and David carried on.

David had gone as white as a sheet and little beads of perspiration stood
out on his forehead. His voice wavered as he told the next bit. He
described how he had come home from school and found the front door of
their flat ajar. He went in the flat and it was very quiet. He called out
for his mother and there was no answer. He searched the apartment finishing
with his mother's bedroom. He was horrified to find his mother, naked, tied
to the bed with thin ropes round her ankles and wrists and a large kitchen
knife sticking out of her chest. He could see she was dead but he checked
her pulse but she was very still and very cold.  He panicked. He dashed to
his room, packed a bag, took his savings from a jar in his bedroom and saw
his mothers purse on the table. He was going to take it but the thought of
stealing, even from his dead mother, was repugnant to him so he left it and
made for the train to Rotterdam. He had decided to try and find me and Wim
so he caught the next ferry to England which was going to Hull. I took up
the story from there and told George the rest.

George was taking notes and then said to Wim,

"Can you read my writing, young man?"

Wim looked and said he could, so George said, "Well, Wim, put that bloody
computer to good use and type out all my notes and then print me a copy.
Now I'll have another coffee."

We left Wim typing out the notes and went to the living room.

I could see George's mind working. You could always tell his eyebrows met
in the middle.  It was a good sign. It meant the had more than one solution
and was deciding which was the best one and also it meant he had a 'plan B'
as well. He eventually looked at David, who was at very close to me on the
settee and said,

"Other than your late mother have you any living relatives back in
Holland?"

"Not that I am aware of, sir," he said.

George looked at me and I knew exactly what the look meant.

"It is okay with me but it is up to the boy."

David realised what we were discussing and came and sat on my knee. He put
his arms round my neck and hugged me very tightly.

"Do you mean that," he said, "what will Wim say?"

"Wim says it will be okay with him, if it okay with my Dad. I have no
problems with you coming to live with us." Wim had come in with the typed
notes and heard the last of the conversation. He gave the notes to George
who read them, all five pages of them.

"Wim," George said, "do you want a job. These notes are as good as one of
my legal secretaries could have produced. Never mind the technical stuff
take a Law Degree and come and join my firm. There is more money in Law
than in the technical jargon."

"Oh I don't know," he said with a grin, "my Dad hasn't done too badly out
of the technical stuff."

We all sat looking at each other waiting for the Oracle to speak. He gave
David the papers to read and told him if he understood them to sign them at
the bottom of each page. He explained it was his statement that would be
sent to the Dutch Police. David read them and signed each page. George
countersigned them and then asked if it was okay for him to use my phone to
call Holland. Wim and David stayed in the living room and George and myself
went back to the office to make the call. He said he wanted to FAX the
statement first and them give then a call about 10 minutes later. He wanted
to know where the FAX machine was. I grinned and turned on Wim's computer.
I showed him how to FAX straight from the machine and sent the FAX. I could
see he was impressed.

"You must come and do a survey of my Chambers and bring us up to the 21st.
Century. I do believe we still have to turn a handle to ring an extension!
I'll pay the going rate."

With that the phone rang so I answered it on the computer. We were as Wim
would have said, 'gobsmacked', it was the Dutch police. They asked for
George who said he was there and to go ahead. I saw the boys enter the room
very quietly.

They thanked him for his quick response and said that there had been a
significant development over there. They had arrested a man in connection
with David's mother's death and David was now above suspicion. He would of
course have to come back to the Netherlands to give evidence and when the
body was released he would have to make the funeral arrangements. George
gave them the name of the law firm we had used to secure Wim's adoption and
told them they would sort everything out. David would be back in Amsterdam,
with a guardian in about four or five days time, if that was okay with
them. They agreed that would be fine and just let them know when we got
there.

"I think I need a cuppa," I said. For a change I went and put the kettle on
and recharged the coffee pot.

"Good God, look at the time, I've been here for three hours. You do realise
if I was charging you the going rate for this that would have cost you
4500.00 Pounds."

"Wim looked at me and said, "When do you want me to join your Chambers,
George?"

"How much will it cost me?" I said.

"Well, let's put it this way, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement
between us and the upgrade of my Chambers telecomms."

Wim, with that angelic cheeky look on his face and a twinkle in those
beautiful eyes said, "You don't know how much he charges for breakfasts and
how much I charge for serving them!"

"I see your Dad is bringing you up with an eye to the main chance. Keep it
up and you will go a long way young man."

I saw George to his car and he said to me in a low voice for my ears only:
"You are doing a fine job with that boy, even an old cynic like me can see
the love between you two and it makes even me feel warm inside."

I thanked him for his comments and he drove off with a wave. I returned to
the house. The boys were sat in the living room. David was looking
worried. I looked him straight in the eyes and said,

"What is worrying you, my son?"

"I'm very sorry Kris, I shouldn't have put you in this situation. I don't
want to spoil it for you and Wim. I should have stayed in Holland. I
feel......I feel......"

With that he burst into tears and his whole body was wracked with sobs. Wim
dashed over to him and put his arms round him and hugged him close.

"Don't be silly, David," he said. "If we didn't want you here, we would have
sent you straight back to Amsterdam. Get it out of your head that you will
cause us problems, because we will not let you."

He pulled him to his feet and brought him over to me and sat him down on my
lap.

"Show him how much we care for him Dad."

I put one arm round his waist and the other on the back of his head and
pulled his face close to mine. I let his lips find mine and I returned the
kiss he gave me.  The kiss became more intense and his breathing became
heavy. He pushed me back in the chair and let his legs slip each side of
mine and he layed on top of me. His tongue entered my mouth and searched
the inside. Wim saw what was happening and came behind David and slid his
hands up under his tee shirt and gently massaged the muscles along his
spine. This caused David to groan down my throat and his hips to push
forward. I could feel his erect penis grinding against mine which by now
was in the same state. David was wearing Wim's Cargo shorts and I could
feel Wim slide his hands down the back of David's legs fondling behind his
knees. I slid my hands down and gripped his buttocks with both hands. I
felt Wim push himself against the back of my hands as he put his hands on
David's shoulders.  Wim was as hard as a rock. I turned my hands over and
moved my fingers round my boys penis.

Wim groaned, "Oh Kris, this is good, let's make it last."

David said, "This is my first time since last Thursday, I don't know if I
can make it last. God I'm hot."

I felt his body quiver and Wim's hands pushed up the legs of his shorts and
he took over from where my hands had been on the cheeks of his bottom, only
Wim was holding bare flesh. Still with one hand on Wim's penis I moved the
other to the front of David and he lifted his hips for me to gain access. I
undid the top of his shorts and Wim pulled them down to the floor complete
with his underwear. I undid Wim's pants and he ki cked them off. Both David
and Wim attacked my tracksuit bottoms and I became naked from the waist
down. We all moved from the chair to the floor. I laid on my back with
David on top of me and Wim on top of David. I moved David's throbbing tool
between the top of my thighs and moved my hands over the top of him and
grasped Wim's buttocks. I squeezed and pulled Wim in closer contact with
David's back. Wim slid his penis between the top of David's thighs and
started to hump. David matched his movements causing his pulsing boyhood to
slide up and down between my thighs. Pre-cum was flowing freely from all of
us and we had started to sweat giving even more lubrication to our bodies.
David's movements ground my manhood between our bodies and I started to
feel the tension build up. I was about to say to them to slow down when
David gripped me like a vice, I could feel his body start to shake
uncontrollably. His back arched, all his muscles contracted. It was a chain
reaction, the gripping of Wim's penis between his legs, his body pushed
with force against mine. The convulsing of David's frame was enough. The
three of us could not hold it any longer, gasps, groans and exclamations of
ecstasy came from all of us. I felt Wim's hot seed pump on to me just as I
pumped mine between David and myself.  David seemed in a state of suspended
animation, breath held, body rigid and arched.

He screamed, "Oh! YES, Oh YES HOLD ME TIGHT BOTH OF YOU."

We did and he shuddered and shot his load, pulses of semen shot out of his
throbbing penis with such force even though he was laid on top of me it
found its way up to my chest. Wim rolled of and David followed but he had
not finished. Laid on his back he held his still rock hard penis in his
hand and with two strokes of his hand produced another ejaculation of his
semen. We all breathed out and relaxed. Wim rolled over to me and embraced
me in one of his loving kisses whilst David was still twitching on his back
coming down from what he told us later was the most intense orgasm he had
ever had.

The three of us said in unison: "Shower."

Showered and properly dressed, David still in Wim's clothes, we ate lunch,
prepared by my Son. We sent an e mail to Paul and Henk giving them the good
news that David had turned up safe and sound and that he would be coming
back with us early next week.  We discussed the sleeping arrangements and
David elected to sleep in Wim's room, providing he could have a kiss and a
cuddle before he went to bed. Wim wanted to know if David had any of his
clothes with him. He did but they were all dirty. A wash was put on and
having looked at what he had I decided that it needed another trip to the
shopping mall. David said he would make do with what he had and I applied
rule 2 and we all climbed into the car and went off to buy at least some
decent clothes. Wim was very proud that David saw him drive the car out of
the garage and we could see David was impressed. Armed with his new kit
David ran upstairs and put his gear away in a couple of spare drawers. I
was surprised at his choice of underwear. He insisted that he wanted briefs
not boxers. He argued that his mother always bought him underwear he hated
and he always wanted skimpy cotton briefs.  He said it made him feel sexy
and promised to model them later in the evening before we went to bed.

There was a form through the door saying the Telephone man had been to fit
the ISDN line. It said all the outside work was complete and to call them
when it was convenient for them to fit the internal box. In the need to get
David kitted out I had forgotten they were coming. I rang them and they
said they would be around at 0800 in the morning if that was alright. Early
start in the morning.

David and Wim went into the office and Wim showed him his new computer. I
could hear him giving all the technical info and the sound of Flight
Simulator filled the room. Wim was flying a 737 again! I prepared dinner
for two hungry teenagers and one hungry 'old man'.  Royal Game soup
followed by Bangers and Mash and a helping of baked beans with a fresh
fruit salad on vanilla ice cream and whipped double cream topping to
follow. Not what one would call a heathy diet but tasty and filling, all
the same. The boys didn't need a second call and the lot was demolished in
quick time. They cleared the table, did the washing up and then came and
sat with me as we watched the 'idiot box'. I was not paying much attention
to the 'haunted fish tank' in the corner and Wim noticed.

"What is going through that mind of yours Dad?" he asked.

"Not a lot can go through a vacuum, son," I replied.

He grinned and didn't push it but I knew he would come back to it again,
our minds were in tune again and I am sure he knew what I was pondering.
The late night news finished and Wim suggested bed. The boys went up the
stairs and I secured the house and followed them. I looked in David's room
and he was already in bed. He put his arms up and I went over and tucked
him in and gave him a kiss.

He sighed and said, "That is the first time I can remember anyone giving me
a good night kiss since I was a very little boy. You will do that for me
every night from now on, won't you?"

I could not resist saying, "Bad English David, but yes when I am here I
will always give you a good night kiss. If you have a problem in the night
do not be afraid to come and get me."

"I don't think I will, I feel so at home I reckon I will sleep like a log
but thanks anyway, nite nite Kris."

I turned out his light and left his door ajar and joined Wim in our room.
Wim was already in bed but no where near asleep. I stripped and joined
him. He was as usual as naked as the day he was born and semi hard. He put
his fingers round my manhood and gave it a squeeze. I did the same for
him. He manoeuvred himself into his favourite position, one leg over my
thigh, an arm over my chest and his head near my neck.

"I love it when we do this. It makes me feel so close to you in every way.
It is loving, relaxing and sensual but not frantic sex. I bet if we just
laid here I would go to sleep."

I smiled and said, "It wouldn't be the first time."

"What was going through your mind earlier on?"

"Oh all sorts of things, you, David, me, what to do, how it would affect
the things I have planned," I continued, "let us say I took David in to
live with us think of the problems that would make for both of us."

"I don't see it would cause any problems. You would still love me as much
as you do now, okay I might have to share you with him but I think that I
am mature enough to do that."

"What about accommodation," I said. "For appearances sake we would have to
alter the sleeping arrangements. Remember neither of you are 18 yet and
that is the legal age of consent here in the UK. Even if we didn't have a
sexual relationship if the authorities knew you were sleeping with me they
would put two and two together and no matter how much we denied it they
would come up with four. That is why we set up "your room" and you never
know there maybe times when you have to sleep in your room, when either of
us is ill or something like that."

He sighed and said, "Why can't people mind their own business, what we do
together is our business not theirs. It is not as though you are forcing me
to do things with you against my will. If anything it is, or was, the other
way round. You are not hurting me, you couldn't hurt me, you love me."

"Convention says...."

"Fuck convention, hug me, kiss me, feel me, finger me and balls to the lot
of them," he said with real anger in his voice and snuggled even closer.

"Wim, my love, you know I don't like you using that type of language even
in private though I do know how you feel. There is not a lot we can do
about it except be very careful."

We laid there in each others arms just enjoying each others presence. Man
and young man, he was no longer a boy, together content in each others
love.

After about five minutes he said, "If you did take in David we could always
move to a bigger house!"

I hugged him close and kissed the top of his head, squeezed his buttocks
and said, "Go to sleep sweetheart, we will talk about it tomorrow."

He sucked on my right nipple like a baby and dropped off to sleep. I joined
him in oblivion.

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