Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2000 00:57:13 -2200
From: Opus Gay.com_Member <opusfra@gay.com>
Subject: Waking in Holland - Chapters 3-5

This is an account of a trip that actually took place, although I have
obviously changed a few things to how I wish they had happened.  If you do
not approve of young teen love, then what are you doing here anyway ?  If
you are not old enough to be reading this story where you are, then log off
and persuade your folks to move somewhere else

Chapter Three - Game on

I awoke gradually in a strange bed in a strange room. I was in Holland, a
long way from Liverpool, my home and my family. I lay for a while enjoying
the feeling of relaxation and well-being. The aches and pains caused by the
long journey of the day before had disappeared completely, and I felt as if
they had taken with them a burden that had been weighing me down for far
too long.  With a start I remembered the dramatic events of the night
before, when I had lost if not my virginity, then at least a sizable part
of it to my teammate Tommy.  I was suddenly at a loss as to what I would
say to him when he awoke.  Would we apologize awkwardly to one another,
then spend the whole week pretending it had never happened ? Or worse,
would he get all romantic and want to hold hands and stuff.  I didn't think
I wanted to hold hands just yet.

There was a stirring in the bed next to me and a headful of wavy
strawberry-blond hair revealed itself slowly out of the bedclothes.  Tommy
stared at me as if about to ask who I was and what I was doing in his bed
and then a huge grin split his face.  I couldn't help but smile back.  Any
worries I may have had about awkward awakenings were immediately banished.
He let his head fall back onto the pillow and I couldn't resist the urge to
stretch out a hand and run it through his hair. Who was being romantic now
?

Patterson groaned noisily from the other bed, awake now also and obviously
suffering the beginnings of a monumental hangover.

"Oh holy Christ." He managed before coughing and spluttering himself into
an upright position.

Tommy's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I found myself smiling at
Patterson also.

"What are you two queers laughing at ?" Patterson was instantly back to his
belligerent self.

I found myself wondering if he had really been asleep the night before, if
he had somehow been faking it.  If that was the case, the next six days
would end up being the longest of my life.

"You look like shit, Jon" , I offered by way of explanation.

"Tequila slammers" he mumbled into his hands as he covered his face.  "What
time is it ?"

"OH GOD" I bellowed, looking at my watch and seeing that we had almost
missed breakfast.  That wasn't a problem in itself, but the team briefing
was happening in ten minutes, and being late on the first day would not go
down well with Mr Wallace, our coach.

We leapt out of bed and began to dress as quickly as we could.  I wondered
if Patterson would notice that Tommy had mysteriously discarded his
underpants during the night, but he seemed too pre-occupied with trying to
brush his teeth, shave and get dressed at the same time, while moaning
uninterruptedly about his appalling headache.

Not having to shave, we were ready quicker than he, and made our way down
to the restaurant without speaking.  I hesitated outside the door,
wondering if the other boys would somehow know what had happened the night
before.  Maybe during the night the word 'HOMO' had appeared in neon
letters on my forehead. I needn't have worried. The faces that turned
towards us as we entered showed little interest, to my great relief.

The team briefing was mercifully short, and after a short bus ride we found
ourselves warming up at the Zwolle Hockey Club for the first game of our
Easter tour.  In field hockey, the goalkeeper has a much larger area to
cover than in ice hockey, so I went through my full fitness routine,
anxious to shake any stiffness out of my muscles.  Tommy came over and
helped me with my stretches.

"Thanks for last night " he said warmly.

"Thanks yourself" I replied, friendly but not wanting to give him too much
encouragement.  I still had some thinking to do.

"Don't go freaky on me, Jamie " was all he added before moving off to join
his fellow midfielders.

I felt reassured by his last comment, and, thanks to that and some weak
Dutch offence, I was able to keep a clean sheet in our first game without
too many problems.  We got a late goal off a penalty corner and Mr Wallace
pronounced himself satisfied, if not overjoyed.  We were warned that better
things would be expected of us in the second 40-minute game against Venlo.
We duly raised our game and Tommy tucked in an easy chance before Jon
Patterson finally shook off his hangover sufficiently to knock in a
hat-trick in 15 minutes during the second half.  Then in the last seconds I
made a mess of a goalmouth melee and gave away a stupid penalty.  As both
teams gathered around the D, I saw Patterson looking at me with something
between scorn and disgust all over his ugly face.  That was all I needed to
inspire me to fling myself low to my right to trap the ball with my stick a
few centimetres in front of the goal line.  The referee blew for time
immediately and Mr Wallace sprinted over to slap me on the back
enthusiastically.

"Where did that come from, Carter ? " He asked through a broad smile.

"I was angry at myself for conceding it in the first place, sir.  I didn't
want to let the side down."

He jogged off to congratulate Patterson and I felt Tommy move into step
alongside me.

"That was some stop, JamieÊ"

"That was some goal, Tommy."

We laughed together.  I was aware that I had laughed more with him over the
last two days than in the previous two years put together.

"Let's go out tonight, after dinner." He said, suddenly serious.

"Where to ?  We dont even know our way around here."

"Then we'll bloody well have to find our way around, won't we ? " he said,
running on ahead to the showers.  I slowed and began to unstrap my heavy
pads, talking more time than usual, wanting to avoid the strange feeling of
showering next to a boy with whom I had shared so much the night before.

Chapter Four - The Second Night

We wandered around Zwolle trying to read Dutch traffic signs, finally
ending up in a McDonalds near the train station where we made our
milk-shakes last while we began to talk at last.  Finally it came to the
question I had been anticipating.

"Do you think you're gay ?Ê" Tommy asked me.

"No, I don't think so." I replied, searching for unfamiliar words, "but I
know I enjoyed last night, and I know I don't have a problem with what
happened."

"Me neither." He said quickly, then paused before continuing.

"I'm gay." He said, staring out of the window, his eyes seemingly set on a
fixed point that only he could see.  I let him talk.

"Even when I was nine years old, I knew. I would look at a boy and think
how nice it would be to hold him, to kiss him." He smiled ruefully.Ê"
For the next three years I went around like everone else, calling boys
'poofter' and 'queer'.  It was only last year when I finally put two and
two together.  I had known from the start. I just didn't have the
vocabulary back then."

"What did you do ?" I wanted him to keep talking, then maybe I would not
have to .

"I got angry, cried a bit, then told my Mum and got on with it." He turned
to look at me.

"You told your Mum ?" I asked incredulously.  "At twelve."

"Not quite.  On my thirteenth birthday.  Really put a dampener on the
party."

There were tears in his eyes.  When I saw them, I felt an unseen hand grab
hold of my heart and squeeze. With brutal clarity I saw the blank look on
his mother's face give way to bitter tears, heard the recriminations and
then felt my skin crawl at the useless attempt to restore a tattered
relationship to some kind of normality. My eyes filled with tears also as I
realised that we had both lost a parent, in different ways.  Only I had
spent too long wallowing in self-pity, waiting for someone else to come
along and do my hurting for me.  And then it happened. On Good Friday last
year, in a McDonalds in Zwolle, I finally let pent-up rivers of grief and
anger flow.  My shoulders shook silently as the awful truth of my father's
death crashed over me in waves.  Gradually it subsided.  I raised my head
to find Tommy sitting, staring at me in mute incomprehension.

"Thank you, " I said, managing a smile. "You'll never know how much I
needed that."

When we got up to leave, I saw inquisitive faces turn to watch us, puzzling
at the strange tableau they had witnessed. We walked back to the hotel in
silence.  This time Patterson was in bed ahead of us.  We stripped in the
dark, slid naked between the sheets and instantly found the other's
outstretched arms.  Exhausted, we could do no more than hold each other
until sleep claimed us.

Chapter Five - The Third Day

Tommy's body was completely enveloped in my own. During the night we had
somehow assumed the spoons position in our sleep.  Anxious not to give
Patterson food for thought, I pried myself loose and looked cautiously over
to the other bed.  It was empty.  I closed my eyes and left out a low moan,
ending in a major profanity.

"What is it now ?"  mumbled Tommy blearily.

"We've been rumbled." I said with a sigh.  "He must have walked right past
us on his way out."

"Holy fuck " , said Tommy, immediately wide awake.

We lay in silence for several minutes.  Suddenly I felt Tommy's hand
drifting along my thigh, heading towards my groin.

"What are you doing, Tommy McCulloch ? " I asked, putting on a stern voice.

"We've got ten more minutes before we have to go downstairs.  We're already
done for, so what have we got to lose.  In for a penny..." His hand had now
reached its target, and was concentrating on massaging me to full erection.
I achieved that about eight seconds later.

"What if he comes back ?" I asked edgily.

"He will have gone for a run and then he'll be troughing down at the
breakfast buffet.  Just do me one favour.  When we walk into that room,
hold your head up high.Don't let the bastards get you down."

With no warning he leant into my lap and took my entire penis into his
mouth.  I almost had a heart-attack.  Just last night he had become the
first person other than myself to touch my dick.  This was much, much
better.  To a chorus of small sighs and moans, some his, some mine, he
moved his lips and tongue around my dick as if it was a lollipop, slurping
at it hungrily, engulfing it again, then letting it slip out of his mouth
almost completely before plunging down to take it all in.  I steered his
hips around towards me until I could reach between his legs from behind and
get a firm hold on his rock-hard cock. I began to masturbate him as best I
could.  Instantly he began to breathe deeply and suck at my dick more
desperately than ever, cupping my balls in his hand as he did so.  The
warm, moist feel of his mouth was driving me to ecstacy.  I knew I would
not hold out much longer, and I somehow knew that he did not want me to.  I
began to feel a climax building up in my aching balls. I ran my fingers
through his hair to let him know I was close, to tell him not to stop
now. As an overwhelming climax shook me I felt a solid column of spunk
explode out of the tip of my cock and he began to swallow, trying not to
gag. I had shot three, maybe four times and my orgasm was fading
now. Suddenly I felt him shoot a hot stream of cum along my forearm, then
another One last blob of cum oozed from the tip of his cock and then he
slumped over my belly, panting and laughing at the same time.

"I think I'll skip breakfast," he said.

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