Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 13:27:42 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@yahoo.com
Subject: Wim & Kris Life goes On Part 7

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 7.

I woke with a tongue in my ear, an arm over my chest, a leg over my thigh
and a rigid penis pushed against my scrotum. I let my hand slide over a
soft buttock and I gave it a gentle squeeze. I looked at the time, it was
0630.

"Good morning, my Dad, I love you, happy birthday"

"Good morning my Son, I love you too and thank you"

Our lips met in a gentle kiss and our arms encircled each other in a gentle
embrace. We each moved a hand to the back of our heads and the other
cradled each others buttock. We ever so gently pulled each other into a
closer contact and then relaxed enjoying the feel of each others body.

Wim murmured, "I know you do otherwise you wouldn't have come back to me in
the middle of the night. What time did you get back to bed?"

"About 03.00," I said, "I didn't think you knew I wasn't here. I thought
you were asleep when I left and you were definitely asleep when I got back.
Drew knocked on the door at about 23.30; I didn't want to disturb either
you or Kevy, so I went with him to his room.  You don't mind do you?"

"Yes, I was asleep when you went and when you came back but I woke up at
about 01.30 and I guessed you had gone to Drew's room. I just thought
'lucky bugger' and turned over and went back to sleep. No of course I
didn't mind. It was super to wake up and find you next to me, well half
under me, I must have sensed you and cuddled up. Did you have fun with
Drew?"

"That young man has been missing his friend and is making up for lost time.
He is more horny than you are and cannot get enough sex to satisfy himself.
It was just raw passionate sex but we both enjoyed it."

"Yes, he is very sexy, I must see if I can help him out," Wim mused, "you
will not mind, will you?"

"If that is what you want, of course I will not mind. You know you are free
to do what you want, within reason."

"Good, mind you I will not let him enter me, I'll do everything else but
there is only one man that I will let do that to me and he is in my arms at
this very moment and I love him with all of my heart."

"And I love you too, my son. Whilst Kevin is asleep shall we go and have a
shower?"

With that we both slipped quietly out of the bed and made for the bathroom.
Wim closed the door and I said,

"Bath or shower?"

Without saying anything he put the plug in the bath and turned on the mixer
taps. I rummaged in my toilet bag and found a bottle of my special relaxing
oils and I proceeded to swirl them in the hot steamy water. The water rose
sufficiently for Archimedes to prove his "Principle", it was a good job the
overflow worked, otherwise Noah would have needed his Ark. I turned off the
taps and slid into the hot silky water. Wim followed me in. He laid on his
back on top of me. There was sufficient space for him to slide his hands
down the side and under my buttocks and I raised myself so I was resting on
his hands. He gently squeezed, it was lovely. I let my fingers trace their
way over his chest, the oils making them slide as though over silk. I used
my palms to gently massage his nipples which became very hard. I carried on
downwards and teased his pubic hairs with one hand and supported his
scrotum with the other.

We were totally relaxed. Wim moved so he was half on his side and his lips
came to meet mine. He moved one of his hands to the back of my head and
pulled my head so our lips could meet. It was a gossamer touch which
gradually got more intense. I closed my eyes and we both experience a
sensation we had only had once before.

It is difficult to describe but all the lights go out, the body and mind
join together as one, the heart seems to stop, the want and need is
intense, love flows like a river in flood and you never want it to end. End
it has to, lack of oxygen sees to that but when you do break the kiss your
are totally breathless.

We both had tears in out eyes as Wim said, "Dad, that is the second time we
have had a kiss like that.  And, come to think of it, it was in this very
bath when it happened before."

"It's going to be a bit of a sod if we have to come to Amsterdam to get a
kiss like that one.  We must try it again when we get home. If I remember
correctly we were having a bath when it happened last time?"

"Mmm, you are right, we were having a bath but it really does show how much
we love each other."

I pulled him closer to me and squeezed his buttocks and let my tongue slip
between his lips and searched the inside of his mouth. He forced his tongue
into mine and we started to get aroused. I could feel his penis growing
against my thigh and mine pushing into his groin.  He took a deep breath
and slid down and put his head under the water. I felt his lips encircle my
erect penis and suction being applied. I let my fingers slip between his
buttocks and with the combination of the oils and soap two fingers slid
into his rectum. His sphincter clamped round my fingers and he came up for
air. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open as he gulped in air
and moaned at the same time. His whole frame was shaking as his arms wound
round my neck and he buried his lips against mine in a passionate embrace.

Without any words being spoken I knew exactly what he wanted and I turned
on to my stomach, my head resting above the water at the sloping end of the
bath. His hands went round my hips and his fingers encircled my rigid
manhood. I felt his throbbing penis push against my sphincter and I pushed
upwards and had the thrill as he entered me. No pain, the heat of the
water, the bath oils and soap had lubricated me sufficiently to make me
totally relaxed. He thrust deep and I could feel his pubic hairs against my
buttocks. He pulled upwards with his hand to gain the deepest penetration
he could get and then just stayed there.

"You okay, Dad?" he murmured with love in his voice.

"In heaven," I replied, "make it last, this is my birthday present from
you."

He used his lips to bite on the back of my neck. his hands came upwards to
my chest and he used his palms to gently massage my nipples. He started
long and slow stokes, each one bottoming out at his greatest depth. I used
my muscles to grip and manipulate his boyhood.  He started to breath
heavily and his speed built up. He could not help giving out sounds of
delight and he moaned and groaned and then got to the grunting stage. I
knew he was near so I helped him with my own movements. His hands clutched
my chest, I felt all his muscles go tense, his back arched and he made his
final thrust as deep as he could go. Locked deep inside me with as much
bodily contact as possible he spasmed. I felt his penis expand and throb as
he pumped his life giving seed deep inside me. He thrashed in the water,
all his muscles contracting and relaxing as he continued to ejaculate hot
semen. He must have continued for at least a full minute when he just
collapsed across my back.

I slowly turned over and let him lay on top of me. I kissed his forehead
and ran my fingers through his wet hair. He regained his normal breathing
and I could feel him become semi hard.  He turned over so he was laying on
top of me and I took hold of his now rising member.  He sighed and slid his
hand between his legs and positioned my hard penis at his entrance.  He
pushed down as I pushed upwards. I sank deep into him. His hot insides
closing on my penis.  The sensation was fantastic. I just stayed pushed to
my limit and slowly started to masturbate him.

He responded by moving up and down, working the muscles of his sphincter
around my manhood. We knew we both could not last very long and his
movements raised my excitement to a high level. I moaned in ecstasy and he
bucked up and down as though he was riding a bucking bronco. This meant
that my movements on his penis increased as did his manipulations of my
manhood. I pushed up with force and pulled him down to meld with my body
and I came with force deep into his insides. He grabbed his own member and
his body tensed as he came again and again. He let out a long drawn out
"YEEESSSS" and went very limp. It took at least 5 minutes for both of us to
regain some sort of decorum.  He slowly stood up, causing my penis to come
out of him and he turned on the shower and unplugged the bathtub stopper. I
joined him under the shower and we cleaned each other and washed each
others hair.

As we were drying each other he said, "I didn't think that I could cum
twice like that in such a short space of time, I bet it will take till this
evening for me to re-charge my batteries and my balls. God I did enjoy
that, did you?"

"If I had done what you have just done it would take me a week let alone
till tonight to re-charge my batteries and to answer your question, no I
hated every minute of it."

"Sarky sod! But I do love you," he said with an angelic smile on his face.

I picked him up in my arms, he wound his legs round my waist, I supported
him with one hand under his bottom and the other behind his head and we
just kissed.

"I love you too, son," I said in his ear.

We stood there for what seemed an interminable period, cheek to cheek with
me rocking him from side to side.

Wim came to reality and said, "I wonder if Kevy is still asleep?"

"We had better go and check, plus I'm getting thirsty and hungry, I haven't
had my morning cuppa yet. All your fault," I said clipping his bum.

We entered the bedroom quietly just in case Kevy was still in the land of
nod. He was laid on top of the duvet totally naked, eyes closed slowly
masturbating himself.  Wim tiptoed over to the side of the bed and put his
hand on Kevy's knee. Still with his eyes closed he let his hand rest at his
side and Wim's hand slowly traced up his thigh and took over massaging his
penis. I watched as a look of complete satisfaction came on Kevin's face.

With his other hand Wim fondled his scrotum and I could see his leg muscles
start to contract. Wim increased his speed and Kevin took handfuls of
bedclothes in his fists. His head started to thrash from side to side as
the sensation all males love to feel engulfed his mind and body. His heels
dug into the mattress and his back arched. He was pivoted on the back of
his head and heels. I quickly moved to his side and slipped my hand under
his bottom and squeezed his buttocks. That was the trigger, he let out a
strangled cry and spasmed. He ejaculated pulse after pulse of semen high
into the air. Wim kept going until he just exhaled and collapsed back on
the bed. I used the towel that I had wrapped round me from the shower and
cleaned him up.

"Oh thank you I needed that," he said, "but I think I had better go and get
a quick shower."

"Well hurry up," Wim retorted, "we are thirsty and hungry and want to go
for breakfast."  He jumped off the bed and ran to bathroom yelling he would
be five minutes at the most.  Good to his word, well almost, he reappeared
about seven minutes later sparkling clean and we descended to dining room
for breakfast.

The boys dashed in first leaving me like the cows tail! - behind - and to
my surprise as I entered there was a big shout of "Happy Birthday" and they
were all there, Henk and Dad, David and Dad, Paul, Mum and Dad and of
course Kevin and my own Wim. They all had big grins on their faces and all
the boys dashed forward and I was covered in kisses and nearly squeezed to
death. Helga and Andrew came through the serving door with a huge trolley
full of the makings for a monstrous feast, Bacon, eggs, devilled kidneys,
grilled tomatoes, sausages, black pudding, mushrooms, fried bread and to
top it off huge jugs of orange juice with bottles of Champagne in ice
buckets to make "Buck Fizz". A real Champagne Breakfast. The dining tables
had been moved to form a big table so we could all get round. I insisted
that Helga and Drew joined us and that Wim and myself helped to serve our
guests. It was the best breakfast I had ever had. Everyone without
exception enjoyed the meal. Luckily Helga had engaged more staff and the
other guests were suitably catered for. I insisted they joined us in a
Bucks Fizz which went down well.  A real party atmosphere went through the
whole dining room.

It turned out that the other guys had planned this weeks ago and a full day
of festivities had been planned. It was to be a combined birthday treat for
us all. Peter, Henk's dad had brought the people carrier and after
breakfast we all squeezed in and went for a tour of the bulb fields.

We called in at Paul's Dad's farm and they had laid on a spread for lunch.
All fresh produce and mountains of it. The boy's did justice to the food
and I was amazed at the amount they ate. Growing boys all over the world
eat like that given the chance, not to mention some of their Dad's! For
early April the weather was great. Wall to wall sunshine and quite warm for
the time of year, sufficiently so that we were a bit too warm with the
clothes we had on. Wim had very carefully folded his Harris Tweed jacket
and was in shirt sleeves as were most of us. Peter had arranged with Helga
for two rooms at the hotel for the four boys so they could stay the night
and be with Wim for his birthday tomorrow.  Big David had agreed that
'little' David could stay as well so the whole swim team could be together,
probably for the last time.

My mind went into overtime at the thoughts of what may happen later in the
evening. I wondered who would pair with who! I was determined that Wim and
I would eventually finish up in 369 on our own, knackered maybe, but on our
own. Wim's ESP must have been working as he whispered to me, "we are going
to be on our own tonight, just you and me, great eh!" I nodded with a smile
but wondered what time it would be when we eventually would be alone
together.

The day went like a rocket, time accelerated, I bet Albert Einstein would
have loved to study the 'Wim phenomenon', it may have answered some of his
questions. The light started to fade and we made our way back to central
Amsterdam. The route we took gave me an incline as to where we were heading
and Wim picked up on the route too. The car pulled up outside the posh
restaurant the I had taken Wim before. A table had been booked and we
retired to the bar whilst the meal was prepared. As usual the barman
remembered what Wim and I drank and the drinks were on the bar waiting for
us. The barman made a comment to me. He said each time he saw Wim he had
grown and was more handsome. He also said that I must be proud of such a
nice young man. I just smiled at him and looked at my Wim with love in my
eyes. I think that said everything.

The meal went with a bang. It was one of those meals were everyone got on.
Each chatted to each other with others joining in the conversation and
nobody hogging the limelight. The food was as usual, superb, the Oysters
which everyone had, going down particularly well.  Wim looked at me as he
swallowed his last one and munched on the brown bread. The look said all,
aphrodisiac! I had difficulty in not letting my mind wander and blanking
out a vision of of smooth, naked Wim stood in front of me with his arms
outstretched, eyes closed and head back at an angle just waiting to be
hugged and kissed. I got an elbow in the ribs from Wim as he whispered
"dirty old man."

"Was it that obvious?" I said with a grin.

"To me it was, but my ESP was going mad, it must be the brown bread!"

I chuckled, "either that or the Oysters!"

With the numbers at the table and everyone ordering Cherries Jubilee it
took two waiters to cook and serve the dessert. As it was special occasion,
all birthdays rolled into one, even the boys were allowed a small Tia Maria
with the coffee.

The bill was paid, that was the second time Wim and I had been here when
someone else was paying the bill, I could get used to this! The adults made
their way to their cars and as it was only a short walk to the hotel "The
Pied Piper of Amsterdam" took charge of the boys and we took a leisurely
stroll in the cool evening air. The boys chatted to each other and Wim put
his arm round my waist, I put mine round his shoulder, and at that instant
in time I don't think any one of us had a care in the world.

It seemed the boys had decided that we would all go to my room and decide
when we got there who would sleep with who. That was fine with me, good
food, good company, a modicum of alcohol, my son at my side ... who cared!

When we got to the hotel Helga was waiting for us. A present was given to
each of the birthday boys, including me and she had something to show Wim
and myself.  Everyone crammed themselves into the small office to be shown
her new toy. It had been delivered and set up during the day and she wanted
me to try it out. On the desk was a full blown multi-media PC with all the
bells and whistles. Wim was at the keyboard in a flash. He accessed his
account and brought up his E mail. I was given the next go and did the
same.  I had some mail from my God Son's in California, they were on their
holidays, cruising the Pacific Ocean on their way to Florida on this
'floating gin palace'. When they called in port for fuel and food they took
the opportunity to send me an update. They seemed to be having fun. There
was another mail from someone, also in the States, who I thought had
forgotten me. Wim wanted to know who it was. It was from a friend of Cody's
called Jason. He had moved to a residential school last year and it seemed
this was the first time he could get his fingers on a keyboard connected to
the Internet. I was pleased to hear he was doing very well, I must get Cody
to give him my home address so if he can't send E mails regularly at least
he can send me a Snail mail. I sent him my congratulations on his progress
so far and told him to keep up the good work. Cody was again wanting to
know when Wim and myself were coming to the States. I told him it was up to
him.  We would come anytime he wanted but if he wanted to see Wim it would
have to be in school holidays. Much to the annoyance of the rest of the
boys I closed the system down.

"Time for bed," I said, they collected their keys from Helga and we all
crammed into that little lift to the third floor. All the rooms were next
to each other and as you know they were at the quiet end of the hotel so
room hopping, if it occurred, would not be noticed.  The only one who may
notice would be Drew and I'm sure he wouldn't say anything!

We all trouped in to 369 and the boys just flopped in the chairs and on the
bed. I could tell that they were all very tired and would drop off to sleep
just where they were so I suggested they pair off and go to their rooms.
They had decided that David and Paul would share as would Henk and Kevin.
David and Paul were in 368 and the other two in 370 so we had a pair at
each side of us. They each asked if I would come in to their room and tuck
them in. I agreed to their request and sent them on their way. When they
had gone my Wim just came across the room and gave me a big strong hug, his
head craned back and we had one of our Father and Son, well maybe just a
little bit more that a Father and Son, kisses.  We each undressed each
other and I put on a bathrobe to go and give the other boys their goodnight
kiss.

"Don't be too long, Dad," Wim said. "I don't want to be asleep when you get
back, I need a kiss and a cuddle, just a kiss and a cuddle. I'm feeling I
need you to just hold me and love me tonight. Is that okay with you?"

"It's fine with me, my son, we don't have to have sex every night, just
each other. I'll be back in less than 10 minutes, I promise."

"If I am asleep, wake me, please."

I promised I would and slipped out to David and Pauls room. Paul let me in.
They were already naked and David was sat on the bed. I sat down beside him
and Paul came and sat on my other side. They turned towards me and linked
their arms around my chest. I took it in turns to give them a deep tongue
to tongue kiss and this caused them both to become erect. I stroked both
their boyhood's at the same time. They laid back on the bed and just
enjoyed the sensation. I took hold of each of their hands and put them
where mine had been. They continued to masturbate each other and I gave
each a kiss on the cheek and left them to their administrations.

I swiftly moved to 370 where I found the door was slightly open. I entered
and closed it.  It was a similar scene but Henk and Kevin were actually in
bed, albeit laid on top of the duvet. I went to Kevy first. I gave him a
kiss on the lips and told him not to worry about his Mum and that I would
see that he was well looked after. He hugged me tightly and put my hand on
his rising penis. I slowly stroked him and he laid back on the mattress and
I could see he was enjoying the sensation. Henk moved over close to Kevin's
side and took over from me. I leaned over and gave him a kiss which he
returned with passion. He grabbed my hand, put it round his throbbing
member and whispered,

"First time since you came back, do you think I have grown?"

"I'm sure you have, both in length and thickness."

Kevin's hand replaced mine and they wound themselves around each other and
locked in a deep French kiss. I left them alone and firmly closed the door
behind me.

I let myself in to 369 to find Wim had turned out the main light and the
room was illuminated by just the bedside light. I could see these beautiful
pools of blue peering at me from beneath those fabulously long lashes. His
lips were just slightly apart giving a hint of his pearly white, even
teeth. His hair shone like strands of gold. He was laid on his back on top
of the duvet. I could see the shape of his body, slim with just a hint of
developing muscle in his tummy. His legs were shaped to perfection, still
smooth and virtually hairless, just a fine down of blond hair. Even his
feet were sensuous. I dropped my bathrobe and joined him on top of the
duvet.

"Are they all happy," he said.

"I think so, my love," I said taking him into my arms and kissing his neck.

"Not half as happy as I am," he said rolling on top of me and burying his
lips against mine.

My hands found his smooth well rounded buttocks and I pulled him so we were
locked in a passionate kiss and had maximum bodily contact. We both relaxed
and the kisses became soft and sensual. Neither of us were sexually
aroused, well not very much, just half hard, showing that we were lovers
and not into raging lust for each others body.

Wim said in a low voice, "God I love it when we do this, it shows how much
we love each other. We love each other for each other, not just for sexual
gratification.  Just hold me Dad and let's go to sleep in each others arms.
Nite nite!"

"Nite nite, my sweetheart, God bless, see you in the morning," and I felt
him relax and his breathing become deep and even.

I woke up and it was still dark. I had a tongue in my ear, a hand round my
very hard penis and a throbbing boyhood grinding against my thigh. I slid
my hand down his back and squeezed his buns.

"I'm sorry, Dad, if I have woken you but I woke up and I feel so randy I
had to do something."

"Must be that brown bread working," I chuckled.

"Sod the brown bread it must be those Oysters. I've never felt so horny in
my life. My whole body is aflame with desire. I can't control it. Can you
feel it?"

He was correct I could feel it. He was quivering with desire. All his
muscles were shaking, his toes kept curling and uncurling. His knees were
round my leg and they were causing contractions which gripped and then
released my leg. His sexual desire was infectious. I started to respond and
he sensed my passion.

"I want to make mad passionate love, I want everything, I want you inside
me, I want to be inside you. I want to taste you, I want us to be as one.
Oh God, Dad, Kris make love to me NOW!"

He slid down the bed and his lips clamped round my manhood. I pulled his
legs so we were in the 69 position and slid my hand between his legs so my
fingers could reach his sphincter.  My fingers entered him and he thrust
forward so his throbbing boyhood sank deep into my throat. His body was
vibrating like a taught violin string. He made noises like I had never
heard before. He was in seventh heaven and I was joining him at a rate of
knots. I massaged his prostate and that was sufficient for him to release
my penis and fling himself flat on his tummy on the mattress. I remembered
the vibrating machine and turned it on.  This sent us both wild with
passion. I took my weight on my hands and he feverishly grabbed my manhood
and pulled it so the head entered him. He let go and pushed upwards so I
sank deep into him. I pushed downwards and I could feel his buns against my
pubic hairs.

"Stay deep," he cried, "Oh God stay deep."

He turned his head and my lips found his. We both sucked and our tongues
entered each others mouth. His sphincter started to pulse and I took it as
a signal he wanted me to make love to him. Passion consumed me and I lost
all control. Fast hard and deep and I made it last a considerable time.
Flashing lights passed through my mind as I reached a monumentous climax. I
buried myself as far as was possible and just pumped what seemed pints of
hot thick semen time and time again. With each ejaculation we both gasped
and groaned.  Totally spent I pulled out and laid flat on my stomach. It
was a signal for Wim to mount me. His hands came round my hips and he
pulled my hips upwards at the same time as driving deep inside me. He was
now in the same state as I had been, totally consumed with passion. It was
infectious and I responded. He detected that I was with him and he went
wild. There was no pretence at foreplay. He started his movements deep and
fast. I could tell he was being driven by passion and love as he was
calling my name and telling me how much he loved me. All of a sudden he
thrust deep and hard.  His body went as rigid as I had ever felt it. I felt
his penis expand, his hands round my hips pulled me as close to him as
possible and he came and came and came. He never moved his penis from being
fully embedded in me but just ejaculated time and time again at the full
depth. With the same suddenness he collapsed on my back panting and gasping
for breath.  When he had regained his breath he kissed the back of my neck,
gently pulled out and slid down by my side, his arm over my back. He
whispered in my ear,

"Thank you Oh! thank you, the best yet and I love you Dad, nite, nite."

I managed to mumble "nite nite son, God bless."


End of Part 7

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