Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1998 21:03:25 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Wim in London Part4

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 beginning 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 them.

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

Part 4

There was a tremendous crash followed by a blinding flash and immediately
another bang.  We both woke up with a start. Wim clung to me like a leach,
his whole body shaking. I held him close and tight. There was a pause of
about 30 seconds and the another flash and just a little longer before the
next clap.

"Nothing to be afraid of my son," I reassured him, "it's only a thunder
storm."

The rain started to bucket down. It could be heard pounding on the tiles of
the roof.

"What a relief," he said, still clinging to me like a leach. "I'm pleased I
was with you and not alone in my room. I was scared."

He cuddled up and gave me a kiss on the cheek but relaxed his grip as he
realised there was no great danger.

"Whew, this is one hell of a storm just listen to that rain," he said
skipping out of bed and looking through the window.

The sound of falling water was having its effect on both of us. We both
dashed downstairs to the bathroom and shared the toilet bowl.

"If you shake it more than twice you are playing with it," I grinned.

"I'd sooner you played with it for me," he said with a cheeky look on his
face.

"Go and put the kettle on please," I said still relieving my bladder.

He dashed out at his usual speed and I heard him messing about in the
kitchen. I finished and shook mine only once. I looked at the time to see
it was just before 0710, well that's the earliest we've been up so far.

A voice from the kitchen said, "Shall we take the tea back upstairs or
drink it down here?"

"Lets have the first one down here and then, if this weather keeps up, we
could take the second one back to the bedroom," I said.

"Well, we won't be going anywhere on the bike today," Wim said.

"Not unless you want to get pissing wet through and frozen stiff," I said
taking a big mouthful of tea.

He looked at me with that impish grin he has and I knew there was a dirty
comment coming.  I guessed what it was and we both said in unison: "I don't
need to get frozen to become stiff," and we both grinned at each other.

He came close and put his hands under my bathrobe, slid them down to the
cheeks of my bottom and pulled me to him. The front of his bathrobe came
open and I put one hand round his waist and the other to the back of his
head. He looked up into my eyes, puckered his lips and closed his eyes. He
didn't have to wait long. There is no other word for it, we embraced each
other. I have no idea how long we stood there, man and boy together just
enjoying each other. We eventually broke the kiss.

He looked at me and said, "Toast?"

"Yes, please, and another mug of tea wouldn't go amiss."

I don't know if it is his training in the hotel trade but he could produce
perfect toast in half the time I could. What amazed me was he used the same
electric toaster that I did! I swear the jar of marmalade appeared on the
table by magic. Maybe it was his ability to move time quicker than anyone I
knew. I wish Albert Einstein could have studied him it might have helped
him with his theory in time travel! I felt a silly urge to ask him if he
knew H.G.Wells.

"What are you grinning at?" he said, looking to see if he was covered up
and not showing the world anything he shouldn't.

"Oh nothing, their were silly thoughts going through my mind and just
looking at you made me realise how much I love you."

He pressed the point, so I told him.

"Isn't that funny," he said, "because when I'm with you I also notice the
time seems to whiz by. Look at the time now, did you see what time that
thunder woke us up?"

"No"

"Well I checked the clock by the bed and it was 0700 and it is nearly 0830
and you've got me using the 24 hour clock now!"

We munched our toast, drank our tea and just gazed at the rain coming down
in sheets. The water ran off the patio on to the garden and was so heavy
the soil was unable to absorb it quick enough, causing pools of water to
form on the lawn.

"Quick, run out to the garage there are two SCUBA diving kits in there, if
it continues to rain like this we may need them."

"It's a good job you are an instructor cos I've never used one before," he
said with a grin.

"I tell you what, I said, "let's fill the bath and I'll show you how to
suck on a demand valve."

"I've never heard it called a "demand valve" before," he said, collapsing
in a fit of laughing, "but I like the idea of a bath. Have you any of that
bath oil we used before."

"Yes, there is lots in the bathroom cupboard."

He dashed off to the bathroom. I heard the water being run and him
rummaging in the bathroom cupboard.

"What flavour do you want?" he called out.

"FLAVOUR?!  I'm going to bathe in it not bloody drink it," I retorted,
"take your pick."

I decided to have a quick fag before diving it to a bath. I knew I couldn't
have one whilst I was in the bath with Wim, with all the activity going on,
it would get all wet and soggy.

For those of you who are lucky enough not to be addicted to nicotine there
is nothing worse than wet cigarette -- it keeps going out!

"Come on, it's ready," he called.

As I walked in to the bathroom I switched on the extractor fan and the wall
heater. I had no idea how long we would be in there and didn't want my
little one to get cold.

"The stuff I've put in is supposed to have certain salts and things in it
to make you relax and ease the pain in stiff muscles. I hope it doesn't
make all our muscles relax."

I knew the stuff he had put in, it was my favourite. I used it a lot after
a lot of physical exercise, it really did work, but I hadn't used it in a
while. Make your own conclusions on that statement!

"I think you are safe," I said, "it only works on muscle tissue, not parts
that are pumped up by blood pressure."

"Oh! Goody."

He was still stood by the bath in his bathrobe, the belt tightly tied round
his waist. He came to me and held his arms out. I knew what he wanted
without him asking.  I slowly undid the belt and the robe fell open. I
stopped and he did the same with mine.  I slipped the robe from his
shoulders and it slipped to the floor. He put his arms around my neck and
pulled himself up to my face. Our lips met in a gentle kiss. He took hold
of my robe at the neck and slowly pulled it over shoulders and guided it to
the floor following it down so he was kneeling before me. He ran his hands
upwards from my ankles, over the back of my calves, my thighs and ending up
holding my buttocks in each of his hands. He squeezed with his hands and
pulled me to his waiting lips. I gently stroked the back of his head and
ran my fingers through his hair as his lips wrapped round the head of my
now throbbing penis. His tongue worked magic on my glans and he slowly let
the whole of my length slip down his throat.  He just let it stay fully
embedded for about 30 seconds and then exerting suction he pulled upwards
and let it slip from his mouth.

Keeping contact with my body he slowly slid upwards, his hands working
their way up my back keeping our bodies in intimate contact. I could feel
his rigid penis tracing its way up the inside of my legs till it lodged
under my scrotum between the top of my thighs.  I slid my hands down his
back and took a tight hold of his buttocks pulling them to me forcing his
rigid boyhood deep between my legs and mine squashed against his belly.
Our lips met again in frantic passion. We could feel the synergy between
our two beings.  No words were spoken but still welded together we stepped
over the bath side in to the hot steaming water. Together we sank down to
our knees and broke the bond.

"Oh my God, it gets better each time we make love," he panted.

I was speechless and laid down pulling him on top of me. We reclined in
this position for about 5 minutes till I regained my power of speech.

"You are right, it is making love, not just sex," I whispered in his ear,
"and it does get better each time we do it. I don't know how long we will
continue to feel this way."

"I don't know either but," and he smiled up at me and said, "I have a
feeling in my bones that it will last for ever."

"The bond between us will, yes; the love between us will, yes; and I am
sure we will continue with our love sessions and they will be just as
intense but with this frequency probably not."

"Maybe you are correct so lets make hay while the sun shines," he grinned.

"We had better stop then."

"Why?"

"Because it is pissing down outside," I grinned.

"No, we can still carry on, the look on our faces is as hot as the sun,"
and he went back to nuzzling my neck.

I did what he loved and made little waves with my hand pushing the water up
his back. With my other hand I ran it through his hair pulling his face up
to my lips. We just let our lips brush together, the tips of our tongues
slowly licking the ends. We both had nearly lost our erections but we
didn't care. We were in our love mode. The trouble with bath water is it
goes cold to quickly, well if you think that 35 minutes is to quickly.  I
de-planed the plug, oh dear there I go again, sarky sod and the water
drained from the bath.  Wim realised why I had pulled the plug and got up
and started the shower. We washed each others hair, all of it! We rinsed
off and warmed our bodies with the shower water. I turned off the water and
we stepped under the fan heater.

"I'm hungry," Wim wailed, taking my wrist and looking at my watch, "I told
you time went into warp drive when we are together, just look at the time.

I realised we had missed our 10 o'clock cuppa and bikkies and it was coming
up for noon.  I had a Pork pie and salad bits in the fridge so I suggested
that for lunch and he agreed. We went back upstairs and dressed. I told him
it was a jeans and T shirt day.

He dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen well before I was finished
dressing. I heard him messing about in the kitchen getting lunch ready. I
thought well as it is raining and the indoor Go-cart track is just down the
road I'll suggest that as an afternoon activity. A voice from the kitchen
yelled,

"Lunch is ready."

I went down to join him. He was very proud of himself as he produced his
home made French dressing for the salad. It was exactly right. We munched
in silence stood against one of the units in the kitchen looking out at the
weather. It was still coming down in sheets.  He looked at me with his
beautiful deep blues eyes and said,

"It's a bit of a dead loss today, isn't it?"

"How would you like to learn how to drive a Go-cart?"

He leaped at me and planted a big kiss on my lips and as he pushed his
tongue between my lips I had a second helping of half masticated pork
pie. He let go and went into his Jack-in-a-box mode.

"Oh! Great, brilliant, super. WHEN?"

"After I've finished your bit of pork pie," I grinned, chewing on the bit
he had pushed into my mouth.

"Oh, sorry about that, but I was so excited. I've always wanted to have a
go at carting."

"Well now's your chance. I want to check to see if one of my Skid Lids fits
your beautiful bonce. They provide them at the track but you never know who
has worn them previously and I don't want you getting head lice."

"Where are they?" he cried, jumping up and down.

"For heavens sake calm down," I scolded, "they in the cupboard under the
stairs and you can't have the grey one, that's mine."

If he had said "beep beep" I would have sworn he was "the road runner". His
legs were a blur as he dashed into the hall and delved in the cupboard. I
heard him muttering to himself and then "Now this one fits just fine" and
he came back in the kitchen sporting a white BMW series 2 crash hat on his
head.

"Come hear, let me see," I said.

I checked he had it on correctly and it wasn't too loose. I was surprised
it was a good fit but then I remembered it had originally been Phillip's
when he started to ride a motorcycle 13 years ago so it was quite small.

"It fits okay, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, it's fine. Do you want to claim it as yours then?"

"Yes, please."

I said to him, "Then you had better take it off and go and turn the
computer on."

"Eh!"

"Do as I ask please."

He disappeared into the Office and I heard the Windows opening sounds play.
I followed him and turned on the printer. I could see he was intrigued but
I didn't enlighten him what was to follow. I placed a sheet of transparency
film in the printer and called up the WP programme. I showed him all the
different fonts and we typed his name in various shapes, colours and sizes.
He decided on the one he liked and I printed it in blue. When it was dry I
cut it out and stuck it on his helmet. He was over the moon. It got me
another big wet kiss, this time without any pork pie. The telephone rang.

I answered it and it was June.

"I'm in the area, I'm busting for a pee and I need a cuppa. I can be with
you in 3 minutes.  Will you be around?"

I told her "no problems" and hung up. I told Wim we were having visitors
and who it was and without asking he went back in to the kitchen and put
the kettle on.

"We will still have chance to go Carting won't we, oh shit it isn't "won't"
is it?"

"No, but I know what you mean, and yes we will, she WON'T stay long and we
have all afternoon," I said checking my watch to see if time had gone into
warp drive again.

I heard June's car arrive and her key in the lock of the front door.  As
she dashed into the hall I took John in my arms and opened the bathroom
door. John is getting to the stage he loves to hold both my ears and give
me a wet kiss and then put his sticky fingers all over my specs. I've
managed to teach him not to pull them off but within 30 seconds of him
arriving I can't see through the smeared lenses. Wim came in the hall and
took John from me. Wim got the same treatment, a big wet kiss. I could see
Wim loved it and he returned John's kiss.  June came out of the bathroom
with a relieved look on her face.

"Oh! I needed that. I see John and Wim are together again."

She came over and gave me a kiss and pulled Wim to her and did the same.
This time he didn't go bright red and just enjoyed it.

"I've made the tea but it will be another two to three minutes yet," Wim
told her.

"What are you two doing this afternoon, anything?"

Wim put John on the floor in the lounge and said, "We are going Carting."

He disappeared in to the kitchen and I could hear the tea being poured. We
all retired to the lounge to drink our cuppa. I'm afraid I introduced John
to tea a few weeks previously and he was most upset that he hadn't got one.
I took his beaker from the bag that all mothers carry when out with a 13
month old and poured some of mine in the container. He was as pleased as
Punch and guzzled the lot. He climbed on my knee and nuzzled my neck. I
kissed his neck and hit his erogenous zone. June said she had found it a
few weeks previously and was amazed that one so young would have them. I
don't know if was my kissing his neck or not that caused it but boy oh boy
did he need a nappy change. I told Wim the family rule.

Who ever was holding him at the time he needed his nappy changing it was
their job to do it. I don't think Wim had seen a baby changed before and I
noticed he took great interest on the procedure. You have to be quick where
John is concerned otherwise he is off like a shot round the room with
everything showing.

June laughed at John and at Wim's face and said, "He is just like the rest
of this family, if he can run around naked he will do. He hates having
clothes on."

She looked at Wim, who was now a bright red and said, "I hope you are not a
prude?"

"Err! Ugh! No not really," he mumbled obviously embarrassed.

"Oh good," she said, "you'll fit in then."

Whilst they were chatting I caught my Grandson and "en-planed" his nappy.
Well I suppose that was the opposite of de-planed. I disposed of the dirty
item, suitably wrapped in a disposal bag, in the bin.

"We must go, I'm taking John to the gym. It gets rid of a load of his
energy. He goes out like a light when I get him home. At least it gives me
time to get Phillip's dinner ready." She looked at Wim and continued in the
same breath, "I hope he is feeding you."

Wim replied, "Oh yes, he is a very good cook."

"Don't I know it, who do you think taught me to cook!"

Whilst she was chatting we all put our outdoor clothes on, picked up the
crash hats and I locked the back door. June strapped John in the child seat
and Wim opened the garage.  Kisses all round, front door locked and both
cars drove out of the drive.

I took a quick look at Wim's face. It was a mixture of excitement and
horror. We had hit the main A40 going in to town. It was wall to wall
traffic -- three lanes bumper to bumper (for bumper Americans read
"fender") but it was moving.

He raised a weak grin and said, "I'm not putting my hand on your leg
today."

"I told you the traffic was light yesterday."

I threaded my way through the traffic getting in to the correct lane to
peel off to the Go-Cart track. Wim just sat there looking petrified. We
pulled into the parking lot for the track and he relaxed for the first time
since we hit the traffic.

"Is it always like that?" he said.

"During the week, yes, but it is worse on Fridays," I said. "You want to
see the M25 on Fridays, it is the world's largest parking lot. Over 100
miles of solid traffic. I've seen a 40 mile jam."

We got out of the car and Wim was in his "Road Runner" mode. All he had to
do was go "Beep Beep" and he was the spit and image of the cartoon. I felt
a bit like the poor Tortoise.  I could see him having an animated
conversation with the guy on the door. He pointed to me and I waved my
hand. He let Wim in.

When I eventually got to the door he said to me, "Hello again, this one's a
bit keen isn't he? I let him in because he said his Dad would pay."

"Isn't it always the Dad who pays?" I said with a grin, "he has been
looking forward to this for ages."

I paid for both of us and followed Wim into the track. I was surprised to
see we were the only two in the place. It must have been a combination of
the weather and the UK kids half term holiday wasn't for another two weeks.
We had our choice of carts.  I was given the most powerful one, much to
Wim's annoyance, but when the Track Marshal explained that I was much
heavier that he was and the cart that he had would go quicker than mine, he
seemed appeased. Wim was given 10 minutes instruction on a clear track and
it wasn't long before he was 4 wheel drifting the cart on full throttle
round the long curves.

His instructor turned to me and said, "You've got a natural there. It will
take all your skills to beat that kid."

The same thoughts were going through my mind! I mounted my steed and did a
warm up lap. It was a good Cart with plenty of "get up and go" and even
with my weight I judged it to be just that bit quicker than Wim's. We lined
up at the start and the flag dropped. 5 Laps of the track. Wim was off like
a shot leaving me looking at the tail pipe of his Cart. It was "nip and
tuck" for 4 laps with Wim in the lead all the time. The only safe place to
pass was on the start and finish straight. As we started the last lap I
kept up the pressure slip steaming his Cart. On the final corner I went for
broke, I pulled out and got level just as we passed the finish line.

There was loud cheering from the gallery. All the guys who worked there
plus a few more punters who had come in were watching us perform. (Racing
on the track type of performance I hasten to add). Wim asked who won. It
took a conscientious of opinion a good 10 minutes to declare a dead heat.
That satisfied me. Wim was over the moon when the guy who owned the track
invited him to join the next race as an additional competitor.

He looked at me with questioning eyes. I just grinned and nodded. It
transpired that the winner of each race was given the chance to compete in
the next race free of charge. We were there all afternoon. My Wim was
good. Josh Gerstaffen (Dutch F1 driver) look to your laurels, here was an
up and coming F1 or Indi Car driver. The track closed at 1800 and a very
excited young driver was glowing with success.

He was filthy, black face, hands, clothes etc. The only thing that was
clean were those beautiful white teeth which were on permanent show. We
said our goodbye's and made our way to the car.

It had stopped raining and a weak Sun was setting. I said to him as we were
getting in the car,

"After that display of driving skill you still can't drive the car home. I
don't want this vehicle 4 wheel drifting into the drive."

He giggled, his eyes shining and said, "That was fantastic fun. The buzz
you get, the impression of speed, the feeling as the Cart drifts round the
corner,... it's almost as good as sex!"

"I am not putting a 250cc Go-Cart in the bedroom," I retorted pulling the
car into the drive.

"Come on you need a bath and I need a cup of tea."

"Oh yes, a cuppa would go down a treat, it makes you thirsty all this
racing," he said getting out of the car and pushing passed me as I opened
the door.

He went straight to the kitchen and put on the kettle. I got the pot ready
and the mugs out of the cupboard. He we were yet again working in tandem, a
totally integrated team.

"Don't I get a kiss then?" he said looking hopefully.

"Go and look at yourself in the mirror."

All I heard was "shee-it" and he went into the bathroom. I heard a tap
running and a minute later he came back into the kitchen just as I was
making the tea. I turned and looked at him and burst out laughing. He had
used a face cloth to wipe just his lips and the end of his nose.

"Come here," I said, putting my arms round his waist. I gave him a big
kiss, on his sort of clean lips, and finished off with one on the end of
his nose.

"That was a Dad kiss. Is that tea ready yet?"

"It is," I said pouring out two mugs of steaming golden nectar.

Wim took the mug and said, "I'm off upstairs to get ready for my bath, I'll
be down in a sec."

I slowly drank my tea, thoughts going round in my head. The pleasure I was
getting showing the boy all the sights, the way that we fitted together,
the love we felt for each other, the way our minds seemed to be at one. I
had not felt like this since I became Phillip's Legal Guardian and look
what happened with him. Fifteen years later and we still love each other. I
looked up and Wim was stood at the kitchen door. How long he had been there
I don't know.

"You are thinking about me again," he said.

"True, is your ESP working?"

"It is, even if I never legally become yours I will be yours in my heart
forever," he said in a low, gentle, loving voice.

He ran to me, throwing his arms round my waist and hugging me tight burying
his head in my chest He still had his mug of tea in his hand and promptly
spilt it down the back of my trousers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, its not too hot is it?" he said with concern and pulling my
pants down to my knees, "you will have to have a bath now! Honestly I
didn't do it on purpose."

"I believe you, but thousands wouldn't," I said kicking off my pants, come
on then to the bathroom."

"Oh horsey, horsey," he cried jumping on my back and digging his heels into
my buttocks.

I set the water running and took his bathrobe off. I had never seen him so
dirty. He reminded me of the old pictures of the Victorian era of little
boys that were used to sweep chimneys.  My Grandmother would have said
"He's as black as the `obs of `ell."  Where that expression came from I do
not know but when I was a kid I was always as black as the hobs of hell. He
had black rubber dust in his hair, up his nose, in his ears. His feet
looked as though he had just come up from a coal mine. I turned him round
and bent him forward and there was even black streaks between the crack of
his buttocks. I turned the water off and told him to step in the bath. He
complained there wasn't enough water in the bath.

"You stand in the water and think yourself lucky I haven't gone out and got
the yard brush," I scolded. "If you think that I'm getting in the bath with
you like that you have another think coming. I'd be as black as you in ten
seconds flat."

I smeared him with shower gel from head to toe and let it soak in. I put
the power shower on full power and hosed him down. The water turned black
and made a black ring round the bath.

"If you are going to go Carting on a regular basis then you will have to
have some proper overalls. At least they will keep out most of the muck."

"Muck?" he said.

"Yes it is Northern English slang for dirt."

"I must admit I didn't think that I was that dirty, just look at the colour
of the water."

"I can see - and that lot would have been all over me."

"This is not what I would call a sexy bath," Wim complained.

I continued to hose him down a bit like bathing an animal. After about four
goes I made him get out and put his bathrobe back on. It took me a good ten
minutes to clean the residue of the black gunge from the bath sides. Whilst
I was doing this Wim had found a pedi-cuticle kit in the cupboard and was
digging gunge from under his toe nails.  The bath now clean I put the plug
back in and started to fill it with clean hot water. I poured in some of
our favourite bath oil and a bit of bubble bath. I took off my bathrobe and
Wim commented that I wasn't too clean either. I told him that it was his
job to make sure I was clean by the time the bathing session was over. He
grinned with anticipation and climbed into the hot water.

He laid flat with just his neck and head above the water and motioned me to
join him. As I got in he slid on his side giving me room to slip down
facing him. He pushed me on my back and straddled my legs and then leaned
forward letting his body come in contact with mine.  I put my arms round
his back and pulled him tightly to me. He sighed and relaxed. We lay there
for about five minutes soaking up the warmth of the water and letting the
bath oil work its wonders.

"You are reasonably clean," I said, "but I'm not. How about you washing me
now?"

He soaped up a face cloth and told me to sit up. He gently washed my face,
ears inside and out, finishing with my neck and shoulders. I was commanded
to stand and turn round. I complied with the order. He stood with his body
in contact with mine and I could feel his penis getting hard against the
cheeks of my bottom. He put a bar of soap in his hands and worked them
round to my chest. He used the soap to massage the front of my body and his
lips to nibble my backbone. His hands worked slowly down to my now very
erect penis, He tenderly massaged the full length working the soap into my
pubic hair and down to my scrotum. Leaving one hand playing with my front
he moved his other round to the cheeks of my bottom. He let a soaped finger
slide up and down in the crack moving it deeper and deeper till he arrived
at my sphincter. His soapy finger entered my rectum with ease. I pushed
back to get the maximum sensation possible.

He moved his body slowly downwards pushing me forward with his chest on my
back. His lips sucked on my buttocks and using just the right amount of
pressure he used his teeth to nip the flesh. I shuddered with pleasure and
he pulled his finger from my anus and buried his face between my cheeks. He
now had both hands round the front of my body, one gripping my penis and
the other cupping my testicles. Using his hands he pulled me even closer to
him and I felt his tongue dart in and out of my body. Sensation after
sensation racked my body.

He could feel I was near to the point of no return and he slowly stopped,
keeping me from a final climax. He turned me round to face him, stood up
and buried his lips against mine, his hands round my buttocks, my hands
round his and we both pulled with all our force, melding skin to skin,
penis to penis, lips to lips. We were both holding our breath. We let our
lips part for a second to get our breath and mashed them together yet again
in a passionate embrace.

Still locked together I used my foot to let the dirty water from the bath
at the same time using a hand to turn on the shower. The warm water gently
cascaded over our bodies adding even greater pleasures to our love-making.
His hand reached out for the shampoo which he put in my free hand. All this
time we were still lips to lips, tongue to tongue and grinding our pelvic
areas together, a writhing mass of two bodies. I poured shampoo on both our
heads and our hands moved up to each others head to work up a lather. I put
a little shampoo on my fingers and some on his and we moved apart to
shampoo our pubic hair.

Our soapy hands gripped each others raging hard-on's and started a slow
masturbation. We both let go at the same time and mashed our bodies
together, penis to penis, frantically gyrated them together. We both went
rigid at the same time, using our hands to pull our bodies hard together we
ejaculated. Shot after shot pumped from each of us until we were both
spent. The shower water cleaned away the semen from us and we gently leaned
against each other with out arms round each others neck, our lips in a now
gentle loving kiss.

He spoke for the first time in ages, "What's for dinner?"

"God, the only things you think about is sex and food, or is it food and
sex," I grinned.

"Depends. If I'm hungry for food it is food and sex and if I'm hungry for
sex it is sex and food. I've had the sex so I'm hungry for food." He paused
and corrected himself, "I have had my love making, that wasn't just sex,
but I'm still hungry."

I laughed and said, "Beans on toast with a poached egg on top and a rice
pudding to finish with?"

"Sounds great. I know where the eggs, bread and beans are but I haven't
seen any tins of rice pudding," he said.

"No, I don't have any tins of rice pudding, I make my own," I added, "It's
better and cheaper."

I turned off the shower and we dried each other. Putting on our bath robes
I entered the kitchen and Wim nipped up to our room. He put on some clothes
and brought me a pair of track suit bottoms and a T shirt. I had weighed
out the rice and started the pudding and Wim busied himself in opening a
tin of beans and cutting bread. I cracked two eggs and put them in the
microwave poacher. The cooking of the meal progressed. When all was ready
we moved to the dining room and enjoyed the first of our impromptu meals.
Wim was impressed with my home made rice pudding and finished it off with a
second helping.

Pots, pans plates etc. loaded into the dish washer and we retired to the
lounge. Wim sat in what he now called "his" chair and I sat in mine. It was
news time. We watched the TV and after the news Wim came and sat on my
knee. We watched the "idiot box" for about another 30 minutes when I
noticed he had dropped off to sleep. It had been a tiring and exciting day
for him and he had just run out of steam. I picked him up and all he did
was snuggle closer to me, still in the land of nod, I carried him upstairs
and undressed him and put him to bed.

I was amazed, when this kid goes to sleep half a ton of TNT wouldn't wake
him. I looked at him laid asleep, totally relaxed, clean, complexion a
beautiful pink, hair shining like spun gold, God he was cute, no not cute -
handsome. I turned out the light, shut the door and went down stairs.

I did some of the chores that I should have done yesterday and today and
caught up with the household bits and pieces. I went into the office and
booted up the computer, read my E mails and did a bit of what I call
Computer Housekeeping. I deleted a lot of junk in the temp files, emptied
the recycle bin and to finish I defragged the hard drive. That lot finished
I shut it down and went round checking doors, windows etc. I savoured a
quiet cigarette, then I turned off the lights and went upstairs to bed. I
didn't put on a light, stripped off and climbed into bed with my Wim. His
subconscious was working again because even though he was asleep he felt my
presence and he snuggled up to "the Wim position".

It had been a busy day. I went out like a light.

End of part 4
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