Date: Sat, 15 May 1999 15:52:43 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@yahoo.com
Subject: Wim & Kriss - Life goes On Part 4

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

May I thank the many readers who have send me messages of encouragement,
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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 4

Amsterdam and Back and More

I woke up in bed on my own. It was 0600 and the bedroom door was closed.
All unusual!  My hand went out for my morning injection of nicotine and I
propped myself up with some pillows. The bed at Wim's side was not quite
cold so he hadn't been gone long, call of nature probably. I waited eagerly
for his return for some unknown reason I was feeling very randy. My morning
erection was super hard and I could not help giving myself a squeeze.
There was a knock on the door, again unusual.

"Come in who ever you are," I called.

Wim sidled in wearing his black silk boxers which heightened my sexual
desires but he also was carrying a mug of tea. He was followed by David
wearing his skimpy new cotton briefs with a tray with two more mugs of
steaming liquid and a plate full of toast. The sight of two sexy teenagers
who, when I took a closer look, were as sexually excited as I was, was
almost to much to bear. Decisions, decisions, sex or a cuppa. I must be
getting old the cuppa won. Well the boys would stay hot the tea and toast
wouldn't. I was pushed and pulled into the middle of the bed and was joined
on each side by two randy teenagers, my Wim on his favourite right side and
as it turned out David preferred the left, so we were all happy. The drinks
and toast demolished we just slid down under the duvet and the boys cuddled
up on each side.

"I'm very randy this morning boys," I said.

"Oh good so are we," they chorused.

They slipped out of bed and stood to one side so I could see both of them.
They stood facing each other and put their hands on each others
shoulders. They moved together so only their bulges were touching through
the material of their underwear.  They swayed their hips sideways and ran
their hands down their backs, still maintaining the fraction of an inch gap
between their bodies. There was a look of lust on both their faces.  Their
hands eventually got to the elastic of their underwear.  David said to Wim,

"You first," and turned to face me with Wim at his back. Wim continued to
slide downwards pulling David's briefs slowly over his very hard boyhood,
allowing it to escape the confines of the pure white cotton. The briefs
were pulled to the floor and David stepped out of them. Wim was now on his
knees his face opposite David's smooth white buttocks. Wim did our
favourite act of using his teeth to gently nibble David's buttocks.  David
started to leak pre-cum and it ran down the underside of his pulsating
penis. He groaned in pure pleasure and his body quivered. I was making a
move to get out of bed and join them but they held up their hands in a
signal for me not to. I was now leaking pre- cum at the same rate as
David. Wim stood up running his hands up the front of David's body tweaking
his nipples as he went. This caused David to squeal in ecstasy. The boys
changed places with Wim now at the front. I could see the wet spot on his
black silk boxers and his penis throbbing under the silk. David did it
slightly different to Wim. His hands came round Wim's body to the front and
he massaged Wim's nipples with one hand and let the other slide over Wim's
now taught tummy muscles. All of Wim's muscles were hardening. I could see
the definition of his calf and thigh muscles and his toes curled in the
carpet.

He gasped at David, "Get 'em off, for heavens sake get them off. I'm near
to cumming and I don't want to yet."

David hooked his thumbs into the waist band of Wim's boxers and quickly
pulled them down. They both rushed over to the bed. I had kicked off the
duvet and was laid on my back in sexual agony. Wim dived on me, I dived on
David and David completed the love triangle with Wim's boyhood buried deep
in his mouth. Three separate hands moved between three pairs of legs and
three separate fingers found what they were looking for.  If someone had
shouted fire we would have ignored the warning. We were all consumed with
our own fire and passion. With the foreplay that had gone before we did
very well to last the five minutes we all did. Fingers found prostates,
muscles contracted and three penises ejaculated copious amounts of semen
down three throats. The exhalation of air from three bodies would have
inflated a weather balloon. We collapsed in a heap each hugging each other.
The boys crawled round each with a leg over mine, an arm over my chest and
we went to sleep, physically and sexually exhausted. Tea, coffee, toast and
cum what a breakfast!

We were all woken by the telephone, blasted thing, Alexander Graham Bell
has a lot to answer for but I suppose without it I would be out of a job!
Wim answered it and I heard him switch to talking Dutch. I put on a bath
robe and wandered downstairs to the office.  Wim saw me come in and mouthed
"Dutch Police." He said something in his native tongue and handed the
receiver to me. I listened to the Officer on the other end and told him I
would call him back in about an hour. Wim was running shower and I heard
that David had joined him. Our shower wasn't really big enough for 3 so I
waited till they had finished and took mine. When I got out Wim had a full
breakfast on the go so I gave him a hand to finish it off. We ate in the
dining room and I told the boys what the Amsterdam Police wanted. It
transpired that the man they had arrested had pleaded guilty and they
wanted David to go and sort out various papers and the flat they lived
in. I told them to liase with the lawyers we had appointed and we would be
in Amsterdam by the weekend. We agreed that we would stay at the old hotel
in room 369 if it was available. Wim said he would call them on the phone
and see if Van der Valk was still there or if the new management had taken
over. After about five minutes he came back into the dining room with a
grin from ear to ear.

"Van der Valk has gone," he said. "Do you know who the new manager is?"

"Surprise me," I said.

"Helga! She has booked us all in and we can have our old room and she will
not charge us, how about that?"

"Excellent!" I said.

Travel arrangements were made, flights booked for Thursday evening and a
FAX sent to Henk's Dad telling them of our arrival. I sent a similar FAX to
the Dutch Police.

"It looks as though I may have my fourteenth birthday in Amsterdam," David
said.

Wim and I looked at each other and we both knew what was going through our
minds. It was Wim who asked the question:

"What date is your birthday?"

"The tenth of April," he replied.

"Eight, nine, ten," I counted, "shit a bloody brick, this is going to be an
expensive month."

"Why were you counting?"

Wim chimed in, "April the eighth is Kris's birthday, April the ninth my
birthday and now yours on the tenth. What would you like for a present?"

Before he could answer the door bell rang.

"That will be the guy from the Phone company," I said. "You boys go and get
dressed and make yourselves presentable and I'll let the guy in."

I opened the door clad only in my bathrobe and the guy apologised for
getting me out of bed. I told him that I had be up since 0600 but hadn't
got round to getting dressed yet. I let him in and he said it would only
take about 15 minutes. I showed him where we wanted the terminal and let
him get on with it. As I went upstairs the boys were dressed and followed
the guy in to the office. I heard Wim asking if he had brought two ISDN
cards.  It appeared he had. I joined them now looking more or less like a
human being. Wim had already got the covers off both machines and was
unpacking the cards. I gave him a 'sap strap' for his wrist and showed him
how to put it on. David wanted to know what it was.  I explained that the
integrated circuits on the board were susceptible to static electricity and
grounding the strap with the croc clip at the end of the lead discharged
any static that the body had built up due to rubbing and things. Wim went
bright red and nearly burst trying not to laugh and I knew exactly what he
was thinking. The telephone guy was impressed. I slipped one on myself and
fitted the card in my machine. By the time we had put the covers on the guy
was ready to test the line. I went and put the kettle on, all telephone
guys in the UK drink tea in copious amounts. Software loaded, line tested
instruction book handed out he left.

"Have you got another of these straps, Dad?"

I dug one out of the desk drawer and he gave it to David. He had that
impish look in his eyes and on his face.

"If we put these round our dicks and connect them together we will not
build up static when we have a session."

"If we plugged them into the computer maybe we could save the sensations to
hard disk," I joked. "Come on boys we have things to do."

Their chores were handed out and I got in the car on my own and did the
mundane things like go to the bank, post snail mail, fill the car with
petrol and most important of all, go and get food for the rest of the week
and stuff to put in the freezer for when we got back from Amsterdam. I had
that feeling and catered for three. By the time I got back it was lunch
time and the boys were grilling rashers of bacon when I got in. Three very
large bacon sandwiches were cobbled together washed down with three mugs of
piping hot tea. David commented he thought he liked my tea better than
coffee. I told him it was Assam tea and really a breakfast tea but we drank
it all the time. The second post had been and had produced a package from
my ISP. It was the software for the ISDN link. Wim dashed into the office
with David and asked if he could set it up. I told him that if all else
failed - read the instructions. After about half an hour I heard....

"Shee..it, Dad, come and look at this."

I did as I was told and found Wim surfing the net at the speed of light. I
was impressed.

"Have you got that configured for 128K or 64?" I asked.

"Only 64K, but doesn't it run fast," as a naked boy appeared on the screen
in the blink of an eye.

"You shouldn't be looking at those type of things," I scolded.

"I suppose not," he said with one of his impish grins on his face, "I've no
need to really, not when I can see the real thing."

The rest of the day passed very pleasantly, the boys on Wim's machine and I
answered all of my E mails. I was a very concerned about my adopted God
son, Cody. He had broken his arm in two places and it had gone wrong. It
appeared that whilst the bone was healing it had trapped a vein and was
cutting off the blood supply to the rest of his arm and hand.  Luckily he
screamed out and his Dad rushed him back to the A&E. They had to re-break
his arm, move the vein and repair it and then reset the bone. His arm is
now in a plaster up to his armpit and in a brace. I dread the day Wim asks
for a pair of roller blades. It looks as though Cody will be okay but it is
going to take time. His Dad has hidden his 'blades' and banned him using
them till his arm is 100% better and rightly so. As I was typing Wim came
up behind me, put his arms over my shoulder, kissed my left ear and said,

"Time for dinner Dad. You carry on David and I will do it."

I let them. About 45 minutes later I got the call to 'come and get it' and
was treated to a very acceptable 3 course meal. Pate on toast, a prawn
salad with all the trimmings and a banana split with ice cream and whipped
cream. They even cleared away and washed up.  Now that is what I call
service. I gave them both a big hug and a kiss as a 'thank you' and told
them they were super kids.  We each sat separately in the living room and
watched the T.V. David nodded off to sleep and Wim's eyelids started to
droop. I got up and whispered in his ear "bedtime, up you go" and he went
upstairs. I did the usual and locked up and picked David up in my arms. His
arms came automatically round my neck in his half asleep mode and I carried
him up to bed. I put him on his bed, well Wim's bed really, and gently took
off his clothes. He was down to his tight white briefs and nothing else and
I could not resist bending over and giving him a kiss on his lips. His arms
came round my neck and pulled me close. He returned the kiss with his lips
and tongue.

"I thought you were asleep," I said.

"I was until I felt you kiss me and then I came to remembered your promise
to kiss me each night before I went to sleep. Give me another one please."
I obliged.  "Take off my underpants and then give me another kiss please."
I removed his briefs to reveal a hard leaking penis which I went to hold.
He pushed my hand away and puckered his lips. I returned to his requested
kiss. I felt him move his hand round his boyhood and start a slow
masturbation. His kiss became passionate and his breathing became hot and
quick. He groaned and his spare arm pulled me even tighter to his body. His
tongue darted in and out of my mouth and then he sucked my tongue as far in
as it would go. His hand was moving in a blur, his hips came off the bed.
All his muscles tensed, he was like a long bow pulled back for launching an
arrow. His whole body spasmed, he opened his mouth and released my tongue.
I felt his ejaculation of fluid hit the back of my neck, the next few shots
fell on his own body, chest, tummy and finally his pubic hair. He relaxed
as I fished out a towel from the bottom drawer of the chest which was so
close I didn't even have to break contact with him. He wiped the back of my
neck clean and his own torso.

He still held me with his other arm and whispered, "That was the best wank
I have ever given myself."

He closed his eyes and I tucked him in and by the time I had stood up he
was asleep.

I went to join my son in our bed. Wim was in bed and wide awake. Before he
asked I told him what had happened. Whilst I was relating the tale I
undressed and got in beside my son.

"Well I don't want to do that," he said.

"Well what do you want?" I asked.

"Tonight I just want to relax, be held close, to be loved, to be kissed. A
hug, a cuddle. I want you to squeeze my buttocks whilst I kiss you. No
physical sex, just the two of us content in the knowledge that we are at
one and always will be."

With that we rolled on to our sides to face each other and did just what he
and I wanted.  It was heavenly. The kisses were gentle, the hugs were just
right and they relaxed into a cuddle with both my hands cradling his
buttocks. As the kisses broke I applied gentle pressure to his butt cheeks
which initiated another kiss. I don't know who went to sleep first but we
both slept like babies all through the night.

I woke with the thoughts of tomorrow was going to be our trip back to
Amsterdam. Did I need to do anything today that couldn't wait till we got
back. Wim was sleeping like a baby, my baby. For the first time ever he was
not in his usual position. It was a variation on a theme, his leg was still
over mine but at my knees and his head was using my voluptuous tummy as a
pillow. I must admit it was most uncomfortable. Did you know that the head
weighs more than any other part of the anatomy. I had two choices, move
upwards so his head was on my groin or move downwards so it rested in his
normal position. I moved upwards, pulled the duvet over his head and lit my
morning cigarette.  Now that was nice, I could feel his breath as he
exhaled playing over my genitals. Nice!  It was even nicer when four
fingers gently pulled my scrotum and a tongue licked the length of my rigid
penis. No words were spoken but a tap of my hand on his back had the
desired effect. He swivelled round and presented his 5" of hard boyhood for
me to do the same. We just laid there and pleasured ourselves, taking all
the time in the world. He moved round again and snuggled up to my face,
gave me a morning kiss, wished me "good morning" and then beat a hasty
retreat to the loo. I followed. He exited the bathroom as I entered and I
heard him put the kettle on. Oh I have got the boy well trained. I followed
him into the kitchen. He just stood there, eyes closed, lips puckered,
totally naked. I opened my bathrobe, wrapped it round him and kissed his
lips.

"Good morning, Wim," I said. "I love you."

"I love you too Dad," he replied.

We just stood there man and boy together till the kettle boiled. I made the
tea and Wim put on the toast. He nipped upstairs and put on a bath robe and
was down as the toast popped out of the toaster.

"I checked on David, he is still fast asleep, shall I go and wake him?"

"No leave him," I said, "he is catching up on lost sleep and he seems to be
more relaxed now after these last couple of days. I think he is going to be
okay."

"Are you going to look after him," Wim asked.

"I don't really know son," I said, "I'm sure we would if it was necessary,
we will just have to wait and see. We would definitely have to buy bigger
house if we did."

"I like this house, it is cosy and feels like a home," Wim sighed, "but you
are right if we had someone else in the family we would need a bigger
house."

"If I did get bigger one then it would be much bigger. I would have a least
four bedrooms."

"The master bedroom with an en suite bathroom," he interjected.

"A study and an office," I continued, "a large lounge, dining room and a
breakfast kitchen.  I would want a double garage and decent sized gardens,
laid to lawns with flower beds."

"You sound like an Estate Agent," he grinned, "why four bedrooms?"

"So we could have guests to stay when ever we wanted."

We continued to discuss our ideal home and the merits of a bungalow as
opposed to a multi-story house. We both favoured a bungalow but one of that
size would cost a fortune.  This is where we had our first real argument.
Wim insisted that he had more than enough money to buy a place like we
discussed. I pointed out that it was going to be MY house and I would pay
for it. He pointed out that I had told him that it would be his when I
"kicked the bucket" so he should at least contribute to a new one. I was
insistent and the argument got quite heated. It was David's appearance at
the kitchen door and him shouting,

"You two STOP IT. That is the first time I have ever heard you two have a
go at each other and it is not nice. I'm surprised at both of you, how can
two people who love each other like you two do, start a slanging match like
this?"

I could feel what Wim was going to say, so I picked him up before he could
utter a word and said,

"You are right, David, we shouldn't shout at each other," and I planted a
big kiss on Wim's lips to stop him saying anything. "It is because we love
each other so much that this argument started but I'm sure we can discuss
it in a more civilised manner later, agreed my son."

Wim returned the kiss, our ESP again working overtime and agreed to let the
matter drop.

Wim poured out a cuppa for David and put on more toast. We decided we would
all have another round or two and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

The phone rang. Wim answered it and said "hang on." He went into the office
and turned on the computer and activated the hands free. He beckoned us in
there. It was George.

"Who is there?" he asked.

"We all are," we said in unison.

"I must admit that bloody computer thing has it uses at times like this. It
saves me repeating myself."

"Yeah, cuts down the time and saves me money," I grinned, "what can we do
for you this early in the morning?"

"What do you mean 'early in the morning', it is nearly eleven o'clock! Are
you going to Amsterdam tomorrow?" I replied we were and he continued. "Well
the Law firm over there has come up with a lot of very interesting
information about young David. We all thought he was an orphan, well it
turns out he isn't."

David's face was a picture and he said, "What do you mean, sir?"

"It will take to long to tell you over the phone so I've sent a load of
papers via a courier for you to read. If there is anything that you don't
understand give me a shout but it looks as though young David has dropped
lucky. You know what they say, "it is an ill wind that blows nobody any
good". I'll talk to you later."

As always, as abrupt as ever he put the phone down. I really must get
George's office up to the 21st century. If he had a modern communications
system he could have sent the lot electronically. We each looked at each
other. David looked very worried. Wim and I were intrigued. We would have
to wait for the bike to arrive. We all went to our bedrooms and got
dressed. David wanted to know what I thought they had found out. I told him
even though I had a lot of ESP I could not read papers via remote control.

The bike arrived and I signed for the package. I was surprised at the size
and weight. The boys were round me like bees round a honey pot. I grabbed
an extra chair and we all went into the office. I opened the package to
find two bundles of papers, each tied with red ribbon. The first one I
picked up was all written in Dutch, the second in English. It looked as
though we had an English translation of the Dutch package. I gave the Dutch
lot to David and Wim and I opened the English one. It made fascinating
reading.  There was 'chapter and verse' of the search that the Dutch
lawyers had conducted and the results they had found. A synopsis was, they
had found David's biological father who wanted to meet him, his mother had
been very methodical and had left a Will and David was the sole
beneficiary. She had also been an astute business woman, not only did she
own the flat they lived in she owned the whole block! Probate would be a
formality. David was very quiet.  He had come and sat on my knee and I held
him in a gentle hug. I knew what was going through his mind. He wasn't
interested in the property it was the revelation that his father had been
found and what he would be like.

"What if we don't get on?" he said. "Will I still be able to come and live
with you and Wim? Will the Dutch courts make me go and live with him? Where
will I live?"

He was full of questions and I was at a loss as what to tell him. I was
saved by the bell, the telephone bell, well my phone doesn't have a bell
but you know what I mean.  It was George. It gave David the chance to ask
his questions to one who was an expert. George's advice to David was to go
back to Amsterdam with an open mind, no preconceived ideas.  See how things
worked out. David was insistent as to what would happen if they didn't.
This caused George to go into one of his thinking moods.

"I don't think you have a lot to worry about," he said, "we can prove
abandonment and a devious way of getting hold of your inheritance. Don't
judge the guy before you meet him there may have been circumstances you
know nothing about."

I interrupted, "George, do me a favour will you?"

"I know exactly what you are going to ask and I expect a report from the
private investigators sometime later today. I will FAX you the report. Is
that what you wanted?"

"Mind reading again George!"

"With you it is bloody easy, especially where kids are involved. You are a
bit devious in other ways though!"

Wim piped up, "My dad is not devious! He is very up front."

I heard George chuckle and he said, "Good for you boy, you stick up for
your "old man" and he hung up again before anybody could say anything.

Both Wim and David came across and hung round my neck. They both needed a
comforting cuddle. I guided them to the living room and we all sat on the
settee, me in the middle with a boy on each side. It brought home to me
that even though these two boys were nearly 14 they still needed an adult
in times of stress. I put an arm round each of them and they just cuddled
up. I placed a kiss on the top of each of their heads and just held them
close to me. We sat there for ages, not a word was spoken. Wim got up and
made a cup of tea and brought them through and rejoined David and myself on
the settee. We drank in silence. The mood was difficult to explain. It was
one of togetherness and of apprehension. David let his head rest on the
back of the furniture, looked deep into my eyes, closed his and just
puckered his lips. I turned and gave him what he wanted and needed. Wim
shifted over the top of me, still with his arm round my neck and gave David
a kiss too. As he slid back he pulled my face close to his and mashed his
lips to mine. That kiss spoke a thousand words. I was his and he was mine
and always would be and we both knew it.

I told David to try and put things to the back of his mind and look on the
bright side. If things didn't work out then George would make sure that he
would be okay.  This seemed to brighten David up a little and the boys went
off to surf the net at 64K.  Whilst they were otherwise engaged it gave me
time to pack some clothes for tomorrows journey. The rest of the day passed
with out incident and I was pleased to see David had regained some of his
composure. Bedtime arrived and the boys finished their ablutions and
climbed the wooden hill to bed. David called to me as I was getting
undressed not to forget to tuck him in and give him his goodnight kiss. Wim
was already in bed and whispered "don't forget it could be his last night
with us." I told him I didn't think it would be, last night in London maybe
but I was sure he would be staying with us at the Hotel in Amsterdam.  I
dropped my boxers and then pulled them up again.

"Well don't be too long then, I want a big hug a long cuddle and one of our
special kisses before I go to sleep."

"No sex?"

"No, not tonight, just a father and son cuddle."

I went in to David's room. He was laid on his back, the duvet folded to one
side and totally naked.

"Same as last night," I said.

"Almost but will you bring me to a climax please?"

I leaned over him, kneeling by the bedside. I put one hand behind his head
and turned it towards me. The other I let the fingers caress his tummy. His
lips met mine and I felt him get hold of his now rising boyhood. We French
kissed starting very slowly gradually getting more and more passionate. His
hand started to increase in speed and his breathing became quicker. I slid
my hand over his and took over the stroking of his now throbbing penis. He
removed his own hand and put it round the back of my head. I increased the
speed and I could tell he was near to his climax. He broke the kiss and
begged me to slow down and make it last. I slackened off my grip and slowed
my movements. He was purring like a cat and then his hips started to gyrate
and buck up and down. It was a signal that he was ready. I increased my
grip and slowly built up speed. He broke the kiss again and the back of his
head pushed down on the mattress. His heels dug in at the other end and his
hips came off the bed. He held his breath and then with a groan of ecstasy
he exhaled, his muscles jerking time and time again as he ejaculated
copious amounts of semen repeating the performance of last night. He passed
me a towel and I cleaned both of us. He pulled me to him and gave me
another kiss. I covered him with the duvet and turned out the light.

Back in my own room my son was still awake. I dropped my boxers and slipped
in beside him. I was rock hard and Wim felt it. He cupped my testicles in
his hand and moved into the 'Wim position'. I could feel he was as erect as
I was. He slowly started to hump against my thigh at the same time gripping
my very hard leaking penis. As his humping became more intense his speed
increased. We both let go within milli-seconds of each other.

"So much for no sex tonight," I whispered.

"You enjoyed it!" he said as a statement of fact.

"True, now lets get some sleep we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

I kissed him goodnight but he was making zzzz's.


End of part 4

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