Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 15:36:41 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Wim & Kris - Life goes on Part 6

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

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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.

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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
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authority of any consequences that arise.

			 Wim & Kris - Life goes on

Part 6

I woke up, it was just getting light. Wim was awake and kissing me full on
the lips. I glanced at the clock. 0530. I returned Wim's kisses and he knew
I was awake.  He put his lips next to my ear and whispered,

"Dad I need you, God how I need you."

He turned over on to his side and moved into the fetal position. He
wriggled backwards till my rigid penis was at his pulsing sphincter. I put
my hands over him and massaged his chest and pushed forward. I slid into
him with ease. I started to thrust in and out but he made movements to let
me know he just wanted to feel me deep inside him. I was happy to do just
what he wanted, at this time he wasn't my son he was my lover and what he
wanted I wanted. I let one hand move to his erection and he breathed a long
sigh.

Drew stirred at the other side. He saw what was going on and whispered,
"Can I join in?"

"Go for it," I said.

I felt him rub the head of his penis between the cheeks of my buttocks and
I could tell he was leaking pre-cum, it was very slippy. He placed the head
against my sphincter and pushed. He slid in with ease letting out a sigh of
sexual bliss. We were coupled together again. I worked it out that my Wim
had still only had me inside of him. That thought was quickly pushed from
my brain as I felt Wim start to move and his muscles clamped hard around my
manhood. This caused me to do the same to Drew. No word were spoken as we
set up a slow and sensual rhythm. I sensed we all wanted it to last as long
as possible.  Each thrust from each of us was deep and as we got to the
deepest point we stopped. I was kissing the back of Wim's neck and Drew had
my ear lobe between his teeth.  We played this game for a good twenty
minutes when I could feel Wim begin to want more. I started to speed
up. Drew matched my tempo and started to make noises in his throat which
pulsated in my ear. We all started to breathe heavily, the tempo picked up
and we could all feel we were near to an orgasm. I was the first one to
reach the peak. I thrust forward with force deep into Wim and spasmed at
least five times. I felt Wim ejaculate and his body went rigid, his anus
clamped on my rigid manhood which gave me another ejaculation. My muscle
clamped on Drew's boyhood as he was pulling out. This caused him to reverse
direction and thrust deep inside me. I felt his whole body go stiff and
then shudder. Time and time again he spasmed letting out little whimpers of
delight. Eventually he collapsed and slid out of me. I rolled on to my back
and both boys turned and cuddled up to me one at each side.

I said to Drew, "Are you on duty this morning?"

He looked at the clock to find it had moved on to nearly half past six.

"Shit," he said, "I had better get a shower and move my arse. Thank you
both for a wonderful evening and night. I will never forget it."

He hit the shower whilst Wim and I just held each other and relaxed in
perfect harmony. We watched him dress and as he left asked him to bring us
a pot of tea and toast. He said he would and dashed out of the room.

Wim and I just cuddled and kissed hold each other in a tender embrace.
Eventually the call of nature for both of us caused the inevitable rush to
the loo. Yes we still managed to hit the porcelain with our streams and
continued our morning kiss. We showered and boy did we need one. Wim pushed
me out of the bathroom as he wanted a dump and I told him to hurry as I was
in the same predicament. Suitably relieved we dressed and headed for
breakfast. We met Drew on the way down and told him to forget the tea as we
were going for breakfast. It had been arranged that we would both make our
way to Henk's place, picking up Kevin on the way and then Henk, Wim and
Kevin would go off to Paul's farm for the day. I would earn a few quid at
the workshop and then the boys would return in the evening. After that
nothing had been arranged. We would just go with the flow as they say.

We called at Kevin's flat and he was waiting for us. I asked to see his
mother to let her know what we were doing but he said she had not got in
from her nights work.  He commented she often did that when she dropped
lucky! I told him to leave a note but he said she wouldn't read it anyway!
I asked if he had eaten breakfast and he said no. We passed a Deli and I
got him a sandwich and one of those horrible polystyrene cups of coffee.

We arrived at the workshop and Peter had arranged with his wife to drive
the boys out to Paul's place but they had to make their own way home. I
kissed Wim goodbye and as all fathers do told him to be good to which he
replied,

"You of all people should know I'm always good!"

I replied with a swift clip to his buttocks which caused a pseudo yelp of
agony which no one took the slightest notice. They departed and I started
my work in earnest. I spent at least 3 hours analysing the past records and
usage of the existing system. I then took a tour of the premisses and
finished up at the office. Peter had 4 staff in the office and to my
delight they all spoke English. We had a detailed discussion on the pro's
and con's of various solutions and came up with what I thought was and
ideal solution. It was a combination of a computer controlled PABX (private
automatic branch exchange) and a LAN to various terminals within the
building. All having access to outside lines with DDI (direct dialling in)
from the outside to individual extensions. I sat and put it all down on
paper and Peter's secretary typed it up for me on a IBM golf ball
typewriter. I had one of those 25 year ago!!!!! She couldn't wait for a WP.
In the middle of this we had a break for lunch. It was similar to the last
one I had here. Super sea food of the crustacean variety and fresh brown
bread and butter, all topped off with strong, freshly brewed Dutch coffee.
Peter and I discussed my findings and he thought it was a great scheme. I
gave him some estimated costs and recommended a local supplier who had done
work for me before. He called them and they agreed to supply and test. That
pleased me as I knew I would get a commission of their sale. The commission
would pay for Wim's lap top. I realised that I could do with one myself. I
got a call from the hotel. Helga said there was a long fax for me from
George, something to do withe David's dad. I asked Peter if he would drive
Wim to the hotel when they arrived back and that agreed I left to study the
fax.

The FAX was fascinating. George's investigator had done a great job. Big
David was single, not short of money, had two houses, a country house in
Surrey England and a town house in Amsterdam. He was an international
banker and a VP at one of the big private banks in the City. He spent his
time mostly in the UK using his Amsterdam pad for breaks. I wondered if
that meant little David would move to the UK. His nationality was English,
now that was interesting, that meant little David could have dual
nationality. There was reams of info. And it took me nearly an hour to read
it all. It still didn't answer the question why he left David in the lurch
but no doubt I would find out eventually. I could not help wondering if
David's mother had been a "one night stand" still I would have to wait for
the answer. I was reading the fax in the hotel office and Drew walked in.
He asked if I would like a pot of tea and a sandwich. I thought that was a
good idea and he asked if I wanted it there or rather pointedly "in my
room?" I looked at the time. It was still only 16.30 so I was sure Wim would
not be back for at least a couple of hours, his tummy would bring him back
for food, so I said I would have it in my room. He gave me a stunning smile
and said he would be there in about 15 minutes. I retired to my room. I
took off my working suit and got into my usual track suit bottoms and a tee
shirt. I continued to read the reams of info in George's fax. There was a
knock at the door and I yelled come in. Drew came through the door with a
tray full of sandwiches and a pot of tea. He placed them on the table and
poured me a cup. He brought the cup over to me and gave me it. He stood in
front of me whilst I had a mouthful and asked if it was okay. I told him it
was fine and he moved closer.  I could see from the bulge in his trousers
that he was aroused.

"Is the door locked?" I asked. He nodded. So far he had not said a word. I
reached out and put my hands round his waist and pulled him close to me. He
closed his eyes and sighed.  I took hold of his zip and slid it down to the
bottom. He immediately undid the top button and his trousers fell to the
floor. He was wearing black Calvin briefs which were tented out and the
cotton was being stretched to the limits. I lifted his shirt and licked his
tummy button, letting mt tongue swirl round inside. He put his fist in his
mouth and let out a muffled scream of pleasure. He dropped to his knees in
front of me and pulled at my track suit bottoms. I lifted my hips and he
slid them down to the floor complete with my underwear. Still on his knees
he manoeuvred between my legs and took all of my now very erect penis into
his mouth. He worked wonders with his tongue and lips and I could feel
myself coming to a climax. I tried to stop him but he pulled off my manhood
and spoke for the first time since he entered the room.

"My turn to repay the pleasure you have given me, just let yourself go and
enjoy it."

I needed no second bidding. He went back to his administrations. He was
goos, very good.  He kept bringing me almost to a climax and then slowly
letting me down and then bringing me back up to sexual bliss. He managed to
do this at least five times.

On the sixth time I gasped, "Drew, NOW Oh God NOW!"

He sucked and pulled upwards, maintaining the suction till he got to the
head. His fingers tickled my scrotum and then gently held my balls. That
was it. I spasmed, stiffened and let go. He continued to suck and swallow,
his lips clamping tighter round my penis. He milked me dry. When I was
finished he just lay his head on my thigh and we both got our breath
back. I noticed he was playing with his boyhood and he was still hard. I
pulled him round so he was facing away from me but sat on my lap. I laid
back so he could stretch out. I slipped his briefs to his knees and
caressed his still hard throbbing 6 inches. I started with just a gentle
hold and a slow stoke. With each second stoke I increased the tightness of
my grip and the speed of stoking. I got into a rhythm like milking a
cow. As I squeezed and pulled he panted and groaned. His hips started to
grind back into my lap and I could feel he was near. I slowed down but he
cried out,

"Don't stop, NOW PLEASE, OHH! NOW."

I speeded up and he responded by his legs stretching to there fullest
extent, his buttocks clenched, his tummy muscles went like rock, he held
his breath and then he came. His whole body convulsed, his hips pushed
upwards and jets of hot white fluid shot from the end of his penis. The
force of the ejaculation was awesome. His first two shots hit me full in
the face, the next two hit his face and the subsequent ejaculations went
from his chest to his pubic area.

He gasped, "God nobody makes me cum like you do."

He rested for a few minutes and then went to the bathroom and brought out a
towel.

We cleaned ourselves and he grinned and said, "It's a good job I've got
some clean clothes in my room and it is just down the corridor.  I must go
and get cleaned up and change my clothes. Thank you once again you are
brilliant. I wish you were staying longer."

Drew left and I cleaned up and took a quick shower. I was in the process of
getting dried when the phone rang. I answered the call in the bathroom. I
smiled when I realised there was one in there. How often is it that you
just get your pants down and the phone rings.  What do you do, nip it off
and run to pick up the phone or let it ring? With one next to the pot the
problem doesn't arise! It was Wim.

"Dad, we have a problem."

"What's that, son?" I said wondering where he was and what the problem was
that he couldn't sort out. He was a resourceful young man so it must be a
bit out of the ordinary.

"I'm at Kevin's flat with Kevin. David and his Dad are here and they are
worried too. We don't know what to do."

I thought of getting Wim to put 'big' David on the phone and then
discounted the idea. I didn't want Wim to think that he could not explain
what the problem was and make him feel inferior. I let him continue.

"It looks as though Kevin's Mum hasn't been home for a long time. I've
talked to Kevin and he says the last time he saw her was four days ago.
Shall I bring him back to hotel with me?"

Yes, sweetheart, you do that and we will have chat and work out what to do
from there, okay."

"Okay, Dad, see you in about 15 minutes, love you."

"Love you too son," and I put the phone down.

Now that was a turn up for the book. I wondered why the two David's were at
Kevin's flat when I remembered that David lived in the same block and in
fact now owned the block.  Wim must have seen them as he was taking Kevin
home. I knew that Kevin's mother worked the Red Light district. I also knew
that she didn't have a lot of time for Kevin. Not like David's poor Mum who
although in the same profession looked after David very well.

I got dressed and sat and wondered what had happened and where we should go
from here.  A key rattled in the lock and Wim and Kevin came in the room. I
waited to see if the two David's followed but they were on there own. Kevin
looked forlorn. The poor kid looked lost. I held out my arms and he just
rushed over to me and threw his arms round my neck and burst into tears. I
let him cry. I just held him close to me for as much comfort as he needed.
Wim made gestures as though to say did I want a cup of tea and some
sandwiches.  I nodded and he left the room. Kevin climbed on my lap and
just cuddled up and his crying subsided to a few snivels. I dug a tissue
from the side of the bed and wiped his eyes and made him blow his nose,
just as though he was a four year old not nearly 13. He just let me without
any complaint. When I had finished he thanked me and gave me a peck on the
cheek. He was much calmer now and had gained some composure.

"What am I going to do, Kris?" he asked.

"Well I think that you had better stay with us tonight and then tomorrow we
will have to do a bit of investigating."

"But tomorrow is your birthday, you don't want to be bothered with me on
your birthday."

I smiled and said, "When you get to my age, Kevy, one more birthday is like
another and under normal circumstances I wouldn't even bother about it, so
don't worry your little head over something like that."

He looked around the room and noticed Wim had left. I told him he had gone
to bring us a pot of tea. When he realised we were alone his kisses became
more passionate. His hands roamed all over my body and his breathing became
more urgent. I started to respond and I let my hands slide down his back to
his buttocks. This caused him to straddle me and push his hips forward with
a moan of pleasure. He sucked my tongue into his hot mouth and I could feel
his rigid boyhood push forward against my pelvis. I pulled him hard against
me which brought another groan of delight. He broke the kiss and buried his
head in my neck and turned on his side.

"Let me hold your penis," he said, sliding his hand feverishly done the
front of my tracksuit bottoms. "Just hold mine for me please," and he took
my hand and roughly forced it to the tent in his trousers. He unzipped
himself and pushed my hand inside. I could feel his boyhood through his
underpants. He was hard and his penis was pulsing with his heartbeat.  I
heard the door open and Wim come into the room. He took in the scene and
locked the door. He put the tray by the bedside and walked over to the
chair where Kevy and I were sat. without a word he undid his pants and let
them drop to the floor. I could see he was aroused. Kevy saw what Wim had
done and moved his head so it was just inches away from Wim's crotch. With
his free hand he pulled Wim's briefs down to his knees and took hold of his
raging hard-on. His lips surrounded my boys penis and I heard his slurp as
he sucked him deep into his throat. Wim put his hands on the back of the
chair and leaned forward so his lips were against mine. My free hand went
round the back of his head and we French kissed like there was no tomorrow.

The phone rang.

"Shit," said Wim and broke the hold and went and took the call. This broke
the mood and Kevy got off my lap. I heard Wim talking in Dutch and the last
thing he said was in English,

"Okay I'll tell him," and he hung up. and he hung up. "That was young
David, his dad knows some high ranking policeman and had made some
enquiries about Kevin's mum."

Kevin looked apprehensively at Wim and asked the obvious question.

Wim continued, "She is in one of the local hospitals. Some one knocked her
down with a car, it was a 'hit and run' and she is in ICU and in a coma.
Big David has given the police this phone number so if there is any change
they will let us know. He said it was pointless going to see her whilst she
was in a coma so we will just have to wait."

I pulled Kevin to me and gave him a hug and said, "Well at least we know
where she is and that she is in good hands. We will just have to wait and
see how things go."

"How long will she be in a coma?" Kevin asked.

"Difficult to say, son, it could be days or even weeks. It depends on how
badly injured your mum is, hospitals keep people with head injuries sedated
and more or less still in a coma till the swelling in the brain goes down
and then they reduce the sedation so they slowly come round. My Phillip was
in a coma for 7 days when he buried his head in a tree when he came off his
motorbike. It took him 6 months and a lot of TLC to get him back to normal.
What pissed me off was the car that caused the accident did not stop, was
on CD plates and had diplomatic immunity. Do you know they don't have to
have insurance on CD plates so you cannot claim off them? Still I got my
own back, as Wim knows I have some friends in high places and I found out
which Embassy they came from and got the guy deported, or as the British
Government said "recalled to his home country for activities not becoming
to a diplomat!"

"What will happen to me then?" Kevin asked with tears coming to his eyes.

"My dad will make sure you are okay," Wim said giving him a hug.

"Anybody hungry?" I asked.

Two faces lit up, lips were licked and we decided to try the new dining
room at the hotel.  I found the transformation really good. It was much
brighter and that made it look even cleaner. The tables were covered in
crisp white tablecloths and there was a vase of fresh flowers on each
table, a Helga touch I was sure. We propped ourselves up against the bar
Wim and I had a Croft Original Cream sherry (in my opinion the best sherry
in the world) and Kevin had a cola. Helga took our order and showed us to a
table. Our waiter was sexy Drew and the meal was excellent. Helga had told
me she had engaged a new chef to do dinners and it seemed to be paying off
as a lot more guests were eating in.  I was very pleased to see the hotel
doing so well. All Helga's hard work was paying off. I ordered a Cherries
Jubilee as a dessert much to Drew's consternation. He dashed off to get
Helga. It turned out that there was no one on duty that could cook one.
This amused me so I asked if they had a dessert trolly and a spirit burner
which Drew pulled into the dining room. It was now the turn of the boys to
be amused as I got all the ingredients and proceeded to show Drew how to
cook a Cherries Jubilee at the side of the table. I did sufficient for two
extra portions and made Helga and Drew join us for dessert. It became quite
a party and it took Kevin's mind off his problem. Oh yes and everyone
enjoyed my Cherries Jubilee.  Before we left the dining room I saw Drew
cooking one for another table and he did it exactly right. The boy was
learning! By the time we had finished the coffee and Tia Maria, just a
small amount of liqueur for the boys the time had moved on to 22.30.  Both
the boys were showing signs of tiredness so I suggested we all hit the
hay. To my surprise there was no objections for either Wim nor Kevin. We
arrived at 369 and the two of them took off their clothes and got into
bed. I kissed both of them and by the time I had tucked them in they were
both asleep. I stripped and put on my bath robe turned off the main light,
put on one of the reading lamps and took the opportunity to sit quietly in
one of the armchairs and re-read George's fax. George's 'gum shoe' had done
a good job. The report was very detailed, he must have been ex Met Police
with some contacts as it even gave his motoring convictions, no criminal
record. He was 34 years old and single, good job in the City, two
properties one in the UK and one here in Amsterdam. Hobbies were power
boats and he owned a 6 berth GRP floating Gin Palace on the Solent, he must
have a good job! He played golf and was a scratch player and a member of
the Sunningdale club. I got quite engrossed in the tomb until I heard a tap
on the room door. I looked at the time, 23.30. I looked at the boys in the
bed and they were in a deep sleep. I moved to the door and looked through
the peep hole to see who was calling at this time of night. It was Drew. I
opened the door and put my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. He
came in and looked at the sleeping duo and grinned.

He put his lips close to my ear and whispered, "Can you leave them for an
hour or so?"

I nodded, turned out the light and followed him out of the room closing the
door quietly behind me. He made off at a pace down to Wim's old room. I
noticed that Wim's special lock was still on the door so I knew we would
not be disturbed. I followed him into his room. He locked the door, turned
and threw his arms round my neck burying his lips against mine. One of his
hands slipped under my bathrobe and he moaned when he found I was naked
underneath. In a breathless voice he begged to be undressed. I slowly
undressed him till all he was wearing was his briefs. He tried to maintain
lip contact and managed very well throughout the undressing phase. No words
were spoken after his request to be undressed but we both knew what we were
doing. He pulled me over to his bed and pushed me onto my back. He removed
my bathrobe and straddled me, one knee each side of my hips. I could see
his briefs tented out and a wet spot developing at the end of the
considerable bulge his rigid penis was making. He started kissing me on the
forehead and worked slowly down to just above my pubic area. His hands had
moved under my buttocks and he was gently squeezing, I groaned in pleasure.
He swivelled round which allowed me to slowly remove his underwear. His
throbbing member slapped against his stomach. I felt him lick the end of my
manhood. I was now becoming very excited and took hold of his 6" and did
the same for him. His pre-cum was sweet and I licked down the shaft and
slowly sucked into my mouth one of his testicles. This brought a groan from
him which started deep inside his throat. I did the same for the other
one. His hands spasmed and he gripped my buttocks in a vice like grip which
made me groan in pleasure. I felt him put his lips round my penis and suck
me into his hot wet mouth. I did the same for him and I gripped his bottom
with my hands. We just laid there, me on the bottom, him on top each
feeling a throbbing penis in our mouths. I slowly moved my fingers between
his beautifully shaped buttocks and found his sphincter. I gently massaged
it with the tips of my fingers and I felt him relax. He rolled off and put
his hand out to the bedside table. He put a tube in my hand and resumed his
previous position. I unscrewed the top and squeezed a liberal amount of
lubrication onto my fingers.

With the addition of the lube two fingers slid in with no restriction. I
inserted a third only to here him gasp, "Oh yes, fantastic."

He was now well lubricated and he moved into his original position,
straddled over the top of me. He bent forward and our lips met yet again
but this time he held my penis and positioned it against his entrance. As
he felt it against his sphincter he sank downwards sliding my throbbing
member deep into him. He was consumed with passion. As he sank downwards
his muscles pulsated, tightening and relaxing against my hard penis. He
forced himself as far down as he could and sat up with his back arched.
This position presented me with is rigid penis and I encircled it with my
fingers and slowly started to stroke him. This action put him into
overdrive, he speeded up his movements, he put his hands on my chest and
squeezed my rock hard nipples, his lips found mine and he sucked my tongue
into his hot wet mouth. He gasped and panted,

"I can't stop, I must go on, I've needed this for months, let's try to cum
together, push hard and deep, oh God go quicker I'm nearly there."

"So am I," I cried.

His penis was now covered in pre-cum and was slipping through my fingers
like a lubricated piston. I was thrusting upwards with each of his downward
movements. We were both on the edge and then it happened. His sphincter
clamped hard again my manhood, he sat bolt upright and pushed downwards
with is back arched. I pushed upwards with all my strength and stoked his
boyhood with speed. We came at the same instant in time. We both yelled

"OH! YEEESSSS."

As his sphincter pulsated I shot copious amounts of hot cum deep into his
body, pulse after pulse, so many I wasn't even counting. At the same time
his penis erupted and thick white hot fluid shot over my head. Before I
knew what was happening he spreadeagled himself on top of me and trapped
all the other ejaculations between our two hot perspiring bodies.  He
continued to shake and shudder for at least another minute and then went
limp. I was still buried deep inside him and made a move to pull out. He
pleaded to me to remain there for a bit longer and let it drop out as I
went soft. I did as he asked.

After about 20 minutes he slid off and went to the bathroom and brought a
warm face cloth and a towel each. We washed each other and dried each other
and when we had done we just held each other in a gentle cuddle.

We must have dropped off to sleep because the next time I looked at the
time it was nearly 0300. I slipped out of the bed, covered Drew with the
duvet and went back to 369. I let myself in and was relieved to see both
boys still fast asleep. I snuggled in beside Wim who was facing away from
me. The warmth of my body was sufficient to trigger his subconscious and he
turned over and assumed 'the Wim position'. I kissed his forehead, he
sighed in his sleep and I joined him in the land of nod.

End of Part 6

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