Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 10:44:01 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Wim in London part 2

This is the second story in the Wim & Kris series.

I have had comments on the previous story that it was a bit slow to start
off. Please remember these are stories with a begining a middle and end and
a sexual content.  Threads are purposely woven into them for other related
stories to be posted at a later date.

I would like to thank all the readers who have E'mailed me and Nifty.Org
for posting the Story.

In the story that follows all the people and sexual parts are pure fiction
and should be read as such. It does not mean the author promotes/agrees
with sexual activity between mature men and teenage boys. Some of the other
stuff is factual, Well The City of London is still there, aeroplanes fly
and you can get a good meal in the City or the West End.

If you are not of a legal age in the area you live, it is against the laws
of your Country to read material like this or you are offended by
homosexual behaviour, man/boy relationships etc. etc then go away and read
the works of Captain Pugwash and if you do, don't forget Seaman Staines!

			       Wim in London
			     by Storyteller_2

Chapter 3
Part 2

Saturday

I slowly came in to the land of the living. For those of you who haven't
read "Breakfast Meeting", I am not a morning person and my Wim is aware of
the fact.  Mind you he wasn't aware of anything at the present time. He was
laid fully on top of me, arms over my shoulders, head on my chest, mouth
slightly open breathing deeply and as usual dribbling saliva on the hair of
my chest. His legs were apart, one knee each side of my thighs and his
morning hard-on poking in to my scrotum.

I slid upwards resting my back against the headboard thinking I would wake
him. All I got was a grunt and his mouth closed. I waited but he was still
dead to the world. I thought he may be feigning sleep but he was still deep
in the "land of nod". It was light so I could see the clock. I took a
double take -0930- I've never slept that late since I was in my 20's. I
normally wake up like clockwork at 0630 with my bladder complaining.
Automatically my hand moved to the bedside table. A cigarette found its way
between my lips and the lighter lit it. I inhaled deeply and had a cough. I
was sure that would wake him, but no, he continued to sleep the sleep of
the just. God! the boy must have been tired. I held the cig in one hand and
his buttocks in the other.

What more could a man want.  Well I can tell you, a cup of tea and a pee!

I went to move him and realised we were stuck together in the pubic area.
Well this is going to wake you my son I thought as I rolled him to one side
and on his back. Our pubic hair was like Velcro, I'm sure I heard it unzip
but he still stayed asleep. I got worried and checked to see if he was
still breathing. He was, slow and deep. I covered him with the duvet,
picked up my cigs and lighter, put on a bathrobe and went downstairs. I put
the kettle on and went into the bathroom and relieved myself. Tea made and
brewing I looked at the world outside. The sky was blue, the sun was
shining, virtually no wind and no frost.  Not bad. The tea called. I poured
out a mug and savoured it. I poured out a mug for Wim and another for
myself and carried them upstairs. Wim was still sleeping. I placed his mug
on the bedside table at his side and mine at my side. He was sleeping on
his tummy which gave access to the back of his neck. I gently massaged his
neck running my fingers through his tousled hair and back to his neck
again. His eyelids fluttered, he stretched and turned over onto his back.
One eye opened and his arms came up and wound round my neck. He pulled me
down and kissed me full on the lips,

"Morning, I'll get up in a minute and make you a cup of tea," he said.

I pulled him into a sitting position, crawled over him and got in at my
side.

"Tea's on the table."

A look of surprise came on his face as he saw the steaming mugs of tea.

"Did you set the "blow job tea maker" going last night?"

"No, I got up and made it myself, I needed a pee anyway."

"What time is it?"

"10 o'clock."

He took a mouthful of tea, "Oh that's refreshing. Are you sure it is 10
o'clock?"

"Yep, you were dead to the world. The journey from Holland to here and the
early morning session must have taken it out of you so I let you sleep."

"That is one of the many things I love about you; you are so kind and
thoughtful."

"That's two things but who's counting," I said taking a swig of my tea and
giving him a wet tea tasting kiss on the mouth.

"It was good this morning, wasn't it?" he asked.

"It was, nothing new, but good."

"If we find out that I can't come and live with you permanently, will you
make me a promise?"

"Depends on the promise. I've never broken a promise in my life, so I don't
make them unless I know that I can keep them."

"Weellll! If I can't, and we should find out by the end of next Sunday--"

"Mmmm, what?"

"Will you let both me and you go all the way with our love making?
Pleeeease?!"

"It should be `you and I.'"

"Oh, you can be so frustrating at times," he chided leaning over and
planting a big kiss on my cheek and stayed leaning against me with his arm
over my chest.

"Okay, but only if the time and mood is right."

"Like when we were in the bath in Amsterdam."

I remembered the time vividly. It took all our combined will power to
refrain from full anal sex,

"Yes, just like then."

"How we stopped from doing it then I just don't know. I was talking to
little Paul in the middle of last week," he said, "and he asked if we had
gone all the way yet. I told him no, but we had been close to it."

"He still fanatasizes about you. He was telling me that every time he sits
down to a meal he can hear your voice telling him to eat a balanced diet,
he is putting on weight by the way, his thighs are putting on weight and so
is his chest. When he goes to bed at night he thinks of you and what you
two did together. He says it gives him more pleasure when he jerks off and
makes him cum more -- and it does."

"Oh yes? And how do you know?"

"Well, I'll give you one guess," he smiled slyly. "I've got to release the
pressures some how and it is better with two."

"True, we've proved that," I agreed. "Was it nice?"

"It was allright, but he got carried away and wanted to go all the way and
he was a bit pissed off when I wouldn't let him and I wouldn't do it to
him. He came round when I told him why."

"During or after?"

"During, so it didn't spoil the session, mind you it was only sex, I like
Paul a lot but I don't love him. He will be over the moon when he knows you
are back in Amsterdam."

"That reminds me," I suddenly remembered, "you had better call your father
and let him know you have arrived safely."

"What on earth for? He doesn't care a monkeys about me."

"Rule 2 please, Wim."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"I'll do it when we get up and after our shower," he said.

"Good man."

Whilst we were talking he had moved into the "Wim position". His head was
nuzzling into my neck. He had wormed one of his arms under my neck with the
hand squeezing my shoulder, his other hand and fingers were tracing slowly
down my chest tugging the hairs.  His little finger pushed in my belly
button and then he walked his fingers down to my now rising manhood. I
could feel his rod stiffening against my thigh and his hips start to
gyrate.  I used a feather light touch with my fingers and let them stray
down his side. I felt him stiffen as he knew I was going for his erogenous
zone.

He hissed through his teeth "Oh! Yeah--" and then let out a strangled cry
as his body shuddered when I reached the spot. I kept the sensation going
and his body writhed and thrashed, his leg came right over my body so he
was on top of me his hips bucked forward pushing his hard boyhood between
the top of my legs. I used my other hand to hit the matching zone on the
other side of his body which sent him wild. He could not hold back and I
felt him unload shot after shot of hot creamy love juice between my legs.

I released my hold and he collapsed on top of me, totally spent. I put my
arms round him and gently pulled him even closer. I kissed the side of his
neck and waited for his breathing to return to normal. He wriggled up so we
were face to face and our lips met in a tender kiss.

"You didn't tell me there was one at each side!" he panted. "When you hit
them both I didn't know what I was doing -- I just lost it. The sensation
was undescribable. I had no control of anything. I was consumed with
passion. All I wanted to do was climb inside you so we became one. I never
thought I was going to stop cumming -- AWESOME."

He sat up with his bottom on my stomach and his hands on my chest. He
slowly let his bottom slide down guiding my hard-on between his buttocks
squeezing it as he went lower. His hands moved to my sides feeling for my
erogenous zones, he knew exactly were they were as we both had the same
spots. He stopped just before he hit them but continued to move the rest of
his body lower.

His lips parted and he slid them over my rock hard penis. As he slid down
to my pubic hair deep throating me he hit both the spots with his
fingers. I bucked upwards, my legs went rigid, my hands clutched the bed
sheet. Stars flashed across my eyes and I errupted deep in his throat. He
kept his fingers working pulling his lips back up the shaft so just the
head was in his mouth and I spasmed, shuddered and pumped more juice into
his mouth. I could feel him swallow all he could get. He stopped his
fingers and just sucked the last drops from my now drained testicles.

"Good?" he said.

The only thing I could gasp was "AWESOME!"

We both laid there in each others arms for another 20 minutes.

He jumped up and yelled, "Call of nature."

He was in his speed of light mode, bathrobe on he disappeared down the
stairs to the bathroom. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and yelled
at him, "When you have finished put the kettle on," and lit a cigarette.

I sat there with my mind in neutral, fag in mouth when I heard a cry from
downstairs telling me that the tea was ready. I put on a bathrobe and went
down stairs.  The young man had made the tea and poured it out and there
was a plate full of hot toast just asking to be eaten.

"Well done, SON."

"No problem, DAD."

The phone rang. I picked up the receiver and heard it was a fax. I hit the
fax button and replaced the handset. Wim had followed me in the office.

"Who's it from?"

"Probably the American outfit giving me details of next weeks meeting."

Wim was reading it as it came through. He confirmed it was from who I
thought it was and then he whooped with joy.

"They want you there for another week," he informed me. "You have meetings
on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday but nothing on Friday. Just a minute."

He waited for the next page. "They say they haven't been able to arrange a
meeting for Friday, but would you plan to stop there as they are trying to
arrange one, so you will be there all week."

"Good, that gives me Tuesday as a day off."

"That's great as we have school swimming gala on that day. Would you like
to come?"

He gave me one of his little boy lost looks that said "Please say yes."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, are you competing?"

"Yes, I'm in 2 events, the 50 metres freestyle and the relay race."

"I'll have to give you some training then."

"Can you swim?"

"Just a bit," and I opened a desk drawer and pulled out a file and gave it
to him. Inside he found all my swimming certificates including my Bronze
Lifesaving medallion plus my SCUBA diving instructors licence. He looked
impressed and then said with a grin on his face, "It must be all that fat
round your tummy that keeps you afloat", and made a dash for the door.

I chased him into the lounge and with a flying tackle pulled him to the
floor. He wriggled out of his bathrobe and ran off totally naked. He
stopped at the door and cheekily told me I was quite quick for an "old
one". I threw his bathrobe to him and told him to ring his father and then
we would have shower as we both stunk to high heaven.  He asked if he could
do it on the computer and then I could listen in and hear what he had to
say.

"You can if you like, but you will be talking in Dutch so I will not be
able to understand a word you or he says, and if you speak in English he
will guess that I'm listening."

"Never thought of that. I've been speaking English with you now for so long
I'm starting to think in English."

"That's good, it means you are becoming truly bi-lingual, you no longer
have to translate from English to Dutch and back again."

"It's your influence or is it because I love you so much?"

"A bit of both maybe, plus not many people in England are fluent in Dutch
so you are listening and talking in English all the time. "

He went into the office and rang his father which I expected to be a short
call and was amazed when it went on for nearly 20 minutes. He came back
into the lounge with a puzzled look on his face. I said that he had been on
a long time was there a problem.

"I don't know. My father said to make sure I didn't -- What's the English
word for making someone annoyed at you?"

"Antagonise?"

"Yes, that's it, make sure I didn't antagonise you, as it may cost both of
us, me and him, not me and you, a lot of money. He wouldn't go into details
but said he would explain when I got home. I told him you were coming back
with me on Sunday and he seemed pleased.  I told him you would like the
same room, 369, that was OK wasn't it."

"Curiouser and curiouser said Alice," I said.

He looked blank and I am sure he was about to ask who the hell was Alice
when I told him to read "Alice in Wonderland" or was it "Through the
looking glass," one of the two anyway.

"Shower and then it will be time for lunch," I said.

Wim and I have 3 types of shower - a quick one separately - a passionate
one where everything goes and a sensual one were sometimes we don't even
get an erection, (but not very often). This one was a sensual one and we
did get erections. We start by shampooing each others hair, all the hair if
you see what I mean. Wim always starts with my feet and finishes draped
round my neck with his lips pressed to mine. I start at the top and finish
at his feet which means my mouth is opposite his boyhood which I gently
kiss. We then stand together and let the shower rinse off the soap whilst
we embrace our hands holding each others buttocks. It is both cleaning and
delightful. The bathroom has a fan heater mounted on the wall with
directable nozzles and we stood holding each other and let the heater dry
our hair and each finished off the bits of our bodies with a towel that
heater couldn't reach.

"I suppose we should get dressed," I said.

"Let me kiss it before you do," he pleaded.

I stood in front of him and he sank to his knees, hands round my buttocks
and he smothered the tops of my thighs, my scrotum and then to my shaft
with quick sucking kisses. It was a super sensation. He stood up in front
of me. He didn't need to ask.  I turned him round and slightly forward. I
held his scrotum with one hand and his boyhood with the other and licked
from the top of his thighs, nibbling with my lips and then sliding my
tongue between his buttocks I teased his anus before pushing my tongue
passed his sphincter. He whimpered with pleasure and begged, "Ooh! That's
new. Let me do that to you".

"Next time," I said, not knowing where I got the resolve not to give in to
his request.

We finished our ablutions, teeth hair and me a shave. I don't know what the
fascination is, but Wim loves to watch me shave -- he just stands there and
looks! I wouldn't mind if I used a cut throat but I use an electric razor.

"Lets get dressed, I want to talk," I said.

We were dressed and Wim had made a coffee as a change from tea. He sat
opposite me in an armchair with an expectant look on his face. I asked him
exactly what his father has said because what he had told me so far didn't
take 20 minutes and that was how long he was on the phone. He explained
that he had summarised the whole conversation and that his father had
repeated himself time and time again. The main thing he wanted to get over
to him was that he must not upset me, he had to be on his best behaviour
and to try and make me like him.

"Well," I mused, "you've done nothing BUT upset me since you got here.  If
waking me up at 0230 in the morning was "on your best behaviour", well--!!
You know I can't stand you," and I got up and moved over to his chair and
kissed him on the lips.

"Yeah, I know, you can't stand kids anyway." He put his arms round my waist
and hugged me like a Bear.

"My old bones have got that feeling again and I like the feeling."

"Don't tell me you want sex again?!" he looked at me in mock horror.

"No, you silly devil, the feeling that everything is going to work out
fine."

"Oh, I do hope your bones are correct," he sighed.

There was the noise of a car pulling up in the drive. Wim looked
apprehensive and I told him not to worry as it would be Phillip, June and
John my Grandson. I told him that they knew about him and that he was
coming over for a few days but didn't know about our "extra curricular
activities" so be careful what he said. He smiled at the "extra curricular
activities" bit and said he had never heard it called that before.

My kids have their own keys and let themselves in. Introductions were made
and Wim started to play with John, whilst Phillip and June brought me up to
date with all the family news. When we looked round it seemed that Wim and
John had hit off together and hand in hand they had moved out into the
garden.

"Don't stay out there too long and get cold," I told them.

Phillip and June thought Wim was a nice kid and said it looked as though
John had taken to him straight away. Wim picked up John and brought him
inside. Wim asked if we needed a drink. 2 teas, 2 coffees and a bottle of
milk were requested and Wim disappeared into the kitchen to do the honours.

Phillip had picked up the list of our proposed activities for the rest of
the week and grinned all over his face.

"God this takes me back, you did this with me when I first came to you,
except I didn't get Go Carting on my list."

"It wasn't there when you came to me," I retorted.

"I know, I know, still I got a motor bike of my own to play with."

The teas and coffees were served on a tray by Wim doing his waitering bit.
I grabbed mine and went into the kitchen and grilled sufficient bacon to
make 4 bacon sandwiches and scrambled an egg on toast for John.

"What's on the menu for today?" Phillip asked me.

"A lazy day to let the boy get settled in and then we will start our
expeditions to morrow."  "Good idea," and looked at his watch, "Heavens!
Look at the time. We must be off."

I smiled to myself and thought, `Yes, it's Wim, he makes the time go like a
rocket.' I kissed them all and got one in return and Wim was quite
embarrassed as June gave him a big kiss on his lips and said,

"Welcome to the family, Wim."

We waved them goodbye from the front door and watched them turn out of the
drive. I closed the door and looked at my little boy. He had moisture in
this eyes as he hugged my waist as we walked back to the lounge.

"They are nice," he wiped his eyes and then said with a grin, "Do you think
that June will let me do what you did when I give her a kiss next time?"

"What's that?"

"I saw you squeeze her bottom when you had your arms round her."

"You keep your hands to yourself," and then I thought hard and added,
"where she is concerned. Only Phillip and myself are allowed to do that. If
you did it your ears would ring for a week." He grinned and said,

"What about my hands as far as you are concerned?"

"You didn't listen, I said as far as she is concerned, I didn't mention
me!"

He sat in an armchair, elbows on his knees and his head resting on his
cupped hands, just looking at me, deep in thought.

"Penny for them."

"Penny for what?" he questioned.

"Your thoughts."

"I was just thinking, you have everything, a nice house, luxury car,
motorbike, super family, you are your own boss, why do you want me?!"

"I know it is not right to answer a question with a question, but why do
you want me?"

He thought, "I don't know but I love you more than anything in the world."

"Well, to answer your question with your own answer, the chemistry between
us is right.  As you said one time, it was attraction at first sight for
both of us. That attraction grew into affection which rapidly blossomed
into pure love. Don't ask me why, I don't know why, all I know is I want to
look after you, to protect you. I want to be with you."

As I was baring my soul to him he got up off the chair and climbed on my
lap. He put his arms around my neck, nuzzled his head in between my neck
and shoulder and used just his lips to bite my skin. The sensation was just
sublime. I hugged him to me and kissed the top of his head. We just sat
there in each others arms, our lips occasionally meeting in a tender kiss.

"Oh, this is wonderful, I could sit here with you like this forever," he
purred.

He slipped his hand between my legs, got hold of my hand and guided it
between his and said,

"Do you notice anything?"

"What?"

"Neither of us is hard," he said.

"Do we have to be?"

"No."

"Well, just sit and enjoy the cuddle."

"Oh, I am," and he plonked a big wet kiss on my cheek.

We must have sat there for a good hour just enjoying each others warmth,
bodily contact and the occasional kiss or squeeze.

My leg went dead!

"Wim, my love, you are going to have to get off my lap."

"Why? I like it here."

"I like you here, but my bloody leg has gone to sleep."

He giggled and suggested that either I was getting old or he must be
getting heavier. He slowly unwound himself and asked if I wanted a cuppa. I
suggested that he was mind reading again and he disappeared into the
kitchen.

I looked at my watch and realised why my tummy was telling me things.  It
was getting on for 5 pm. And all we had eaten all day was a bacon sandwich
and toast and marmalade. This was taking the diet thing too far! Wim came
back into the room and said that he had made the tea and it was brewing. He
looked at me and said,

"Are you hungry yet?"

"Bloody famished!"

"So am I. Are you going to cook tonight or will we eat out?"

"I'm going to cook," I said. "Would you like Devils on Horseback with
Scallops wrapped in bacon, mushrooms in a spicy cream sauce and fresh home
made chips, and for afters, Pineapple chunks with Cornish icecream covered
with fresh double cream."

"Bang goes your diet," he laughed, "but it sounds super. By chips do you
mean French Fries. How long will that take?"

"We always call French Fries `chips' in the UK; and what the Americans call
chips, we call crisps. I can have that lot on the table in 35 minutes if
you give me a hand."

"You can have both my hands. What do you want me to do?"

"Well, lets drink our tea first and then you can peel the spuds whilst I get
the rest ready."

We drank our tea and both went into the kitchen. We worked together
preparing the meal, Wim finding his way around the cupboards and drawers
for utensils pots and pans etc. We worked as a team, wrapping bacon round
prawns, rolling it into solid tubes and slotting it on to the kebab sticks
interspersed with Scallops and red and green peppers. In no time everything
was either prepared or on the stove cooking away. He came close and put his
arms around my waist, looked deep into my eyes and said,

"We work well together, don't we?"

"We most certainly do!" I said. "And I enjoyed the way you was interested
in the preparation and the way you helped."

I dished up the meal and we moved into the dining room. We were totally
silent, all that could be heard was the occasional... Mmm... and the clack
of a tongue. Both dinner plates were as clean as a whistle and Wim cleared
them away and brought the dessert, that didn't last long either. Coffee was
poured laced with Cointrea and cream and we just sat there replete and
smiling at each other.

"Let's stick this lot in the dishwasher and go and sit in the lounge," I
said.

I sat in my favourite armchair and Wim sat on my lap.

"I'm not too heavy am I?" he asked. "I don't want your leg to go to sleep
again."

"I just think that you were sat awkwardly before, probably squashed an
artery and restricted the blood flow, but you are fine now."

He put one arm around my neck, kissed me on the cheek and nuzzled into my
neck. I put the Idiot Box on and we watched the News. For a change there
was a good spy thriller on after the news and it wasn't a repeat!! We just
sat there man and boy together enjoying our closeness and each others
company till the programme ended.

"That was good, I enjoyed that," Wim said with a yawn. "Is it time for
bed?"

"So did I. And, yes, it is time for bed, so off to your room, whilst I lock
up," I said with a grin.

He smiled, came over and gave me a kiss, said "nite nite, God bless" and
went upstairs.  I locked the doors, checked the windows and turned out the
lights. I climbed the stairs and went in to my room. As I suspected, and
hoped, he was in my bed with that angelic look on his face and said in a
quiet voice,

"This is my room, isn't it?"

"As long as you want it to be my son," I said stripping off and climbing in
beside him.  I tuned off the light and turned on my side to face him. He
slipped one arm under my neck and the other over my hip and slowly stroked
my buttock. I matched his position and actions. We moved together so we
could feel the warmth of our bodies but not actually touching. The arms
under our necks moved so that we could place our hands on the back of our
heads and we both exerted gentle pressure so our lips came in together in a
feather like touch. He pulled his lips away from mine and took my earlobe
between his teeth, his lips just resting against the skin. His teeth
started to nibble the lobe working round to the edges of my ear. The
sensation was heavenly.  He moved his lips from my ear down to the side of
my neck burying his head between my neck and shoulder, his tongue licking
in little circles as my hand came away from the back of his head.

He rolled more on top of me, three quarters across my body allowing my now
free hand to massage the back of his neck. I made the touch very light and
hit his erroneous zone for about 5 seconds. It got an immediate response,
he gasped, stiffened and then relaxed apart from his penis which had gone
rock hard and pushed into the top of my thigh.

"Oh, yessss", escaped from his lips. "Can you do that again for the same
length of time, I like it so much but I want to make this session last all
night."

I remained silent and squeezed his buttock with one hand and moved my
fingers lightly back up to his spot on his neck. He stopped breathing,
became totally still and I hit the spot again. His free hand grabbed my
hand on his bun and rammed my finger on to his anus and as he spasmed he
pushed up forcing my finger passed his sphincter. I released my fingers
from his spot and he collapsed on top of me, gulping in volumes of air and
little shudders running up and down his body from his toes to his neck.

"Aghh! Ooh! Yesss!" he cried. "When you do that, I lose all control --
passion takes over the whole of my mind and body. It is wonderful. Please
don't do it again for a while because if you did I would shoot my load
without my penis even being touched," and he buried his lips against mine
sucking my tongue in to his warm wet mouth.

I pulled my finger from between his buttocks much against his will but when
I used both hands to massage his thighs, working over his buttocks and up
his back manipulating his vertebrae, digging my fingers in to the flesh and
muscles of his back he stopped complaining and moved so he was totally on
top of me, a leg each side of mine. I felt him relax with his hands each
side of my face just holding us in the perfect position for French kissing.
One of his hands moved down and took hold of my rigid member and slid it
between his buttocks,

He whispered, "It's okay, I only want to feel it there I won't break the
rules," and went back to the kiss.

He clenched his buttocks together and moved up and down masturbating me
with the cheeks of his bottom. As I started to tense my muscles he let it
slip out and laid flat against me. I grabbed both cheeks with my hands and
kneaded with my fingers letting one stroke his anus. His tongue was in my
mouth and he moaned, the air he expelled vibrating down my throat. He
thrust his hips upwards pushing my finger deep into him.

"Oh, yesss, stroke my spot, please, but only gently."

I realised he meant what he had said earlier that he wanted this session to
last all night.  I wondered if either of us could stand an all night
session, I doubted it! With each new action we both started to become more
aroused and even with pauses when we started again the sexual tensions
rapidly became more urgent and acute.

I turned him over on to his back still allowing him to lay on top of me. He
put his hands to my side and under the cheeks of my bottom gripping hard
with his fingers. I put my hands over the top of his body starting at his
neck and with a feather like touch moved them down his now tense frame.
Groans of pleasure came from him as I simultaneously massaged his nipples
and I moved outwards to the sides of his abdomen.  I could feel that I was
going to find two more of his matching erogenous zones and he knew it. I
could feel his muscles start to tense even more and then I found them.  His
fingers dug into my buttocks, he held his breath, the whole of his body
went rigid for a few seconds and then I felt him shudder, his legs
thrashed, his knees came up and then went down as his legs stretched to
full extent and his hips pulsed up and down as he ejaculated spurt after
spurt of white semen into the air. He let out a groan and gasped in lung
fulls of air. Just as he did this all the movements he had been making was
manipulating my manhood with his butt cheeks and I came to a tremendous
climax pumping shot after shot of hot white liquid between the crack of his
bottom.

He turned over and laid on top of me again face to face. I felt him put his
own finger between his buns and push it in to his anus.

"If I can't have what I want in there, at least I can have some of your
seed in me," he gasped. "Oh, that was more than awesome. I actually came to
a climax without even having my dick touched. Oh, Kris, I do love you. Open
your mouth I want to climb inside you and be part of you."

"Are you suggesting that I've got a big mouth?" I said.

"No, you silly man, I just can't think of the words in English or even Dutch
to express how close I feel to you," he whispered. "I don't know about you,
but I really feel tired, lets go to sleep just like this."

I pulled the duvet over our sweating bodies. I held him close and he went
out like a light. It a good job I've got plenty of bed linen, these will
stand up on their own by tomorrow morning!

With the love of my life laid on top of me and nestled in my arms I closed
my eyes and went Zonk!

End of Part 2

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