Date: Sun, 4 Apr 1999 14:25:13 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@yahoo.com
Subject: Wim in Paris

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 under age teenage boys.

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or are offended by homosexual behaviour, teenage boy/teenage boy,
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			       Wim in Paris

Part 1.

A little about myself.

My name is Wim Van der Valk. I am a fourteen year old boy living in London
England. I was born in Holland and lived there until a few months ago. I
now live with my new Dad who is the first person in the whole of my life
that really loves me. He became my legal guardian about 3 months ago. I met
him at the hotel in which I lived in just off Dam Square in Amsterdam. His
name is Kris Hammond and I intend to change my name to his as soon as the
legal guys get round to it. The story of how we met and how I came to be
living here in London is described in "Breakfast Meeting", "Wim in London",
and "Back in Old Amsterdam" in the Gay Male--Adult-Youth section of the
Nifty Archive.

I now have my own room in a super house with a smashing garden and go to a
very good Junior Technical College. I am a good swimmer and enjoy playing
soccer and swimming for my school team. I still keep in touch with three of
my special friends back in Holland via 'E' mail, the phone and by the old
fashioned "snail mail" My Dad is a Telecomms Wizard and I have half of an
ISDN connection to my computer so I can run it at 64Kbit/s so it is quick.
My Dad uses the other half of the ISDN link for his computer. I have
discussed my sexuality with my Dad and we have come to the conclusion that
I do not know as yet what it is but I have the feeling I might be bi-sexual
with a greater tendency to the male/male relationship. My only sexual
relations up until just recently was with other boys and this is the story
of my first encounter of a sexual relation with other boys. This story
happened just over a year ago when I was nearly thirteen.

Every year during the Summer holidays my school would have a school trip to
some other country. They had been to Italy, Switzerland, Portugal and many
other places on the continent of Europe. This particular year the trip was
to Paris, the capital of France. My "father" would never let me go on these
trips as he said it was too expensive. Two of my best friends, Paul and
Henk were going on this trip and asked me if I was going to go with them. I
said that my "father" would not pay for the trip and I could not go.
Henk's Dad is a diamond merchant and Henk told him what I had said. Paul's
Dad owns a large dairy farm and creamery that makes Dutch cheese and Paul
told his Dad about me not being allowed to go on the trip. Both these men
knew my "father" and unbeknown to me had a "go" at him and persuaded him to
let me go. When I got home from school one night he called me into his
office at the hotel and asked if there was a school trip this year.  I told
him there was and it was going to Paris. To my amazement he said I could go
if I wanted to. I was over the moon and dashed up to my room to ring both
Henk and Paul. You can imagine my surprise when they said they knew I was
coming. They then told me what their Dad's had done. I asked them to thank
their fathers and couldn't wait for the following day. Those boys who were
going would be given the itinerary for the trip. I knew the trip was going
for a long weekend, Friday night to Monday morning but what they were going
to do was a mystery to me.

The following morning I was a school bright and early and was waiting for
Paul and Henk.  They arrived and we went into a huddle. I was full of
questions. I knew they would have some of the answers as they had been on
the previous trips.

I had noticed over the last month or so that when I woke up in the morning
my penis was hard and when I held it tightly it felt nice. I also noticed
that when I went to bed at night if I thought of some of the boys at school
laying in their beds at night I got an erection and again if I held it
tight made me feel sexy. When we had P E I would notice other boys in their
shorts and when they were in certain positions I could see the bulges
contained in their briefs. We didn't wear jock straps at that age as, I
found out later, it was not thought to be a need. I would feel my penis
getting hard looking at these boys. After P E we would all shower but in
our school the showers were separate cubicles round a wall just big enough
to allow one occupant but without a door. The centre of the room was a
communal area with a drying area at one end. There was an archway leading
to the locker room where we kept out kit, clothes and towels. I found
myself looking at certain boys and comparing the size and shape of their
genitals. I had to be careful that nobody noticed me staring and I had to
do this as I was showering as I would get very hard. As they were separate
cubicles I could face to the wall and nobody could see my erection. At the
end of the shower I would turn down the heat till it got cold and that
would get rid of my hard-on. I was very ignorant at that time of anything
sexual. I would hear some of the older boys talking but didn't really
understand what they were talking about. All the boys in my P E class were
of the same age so I didn't get the chance to see old boys until I joined
the swimming club.  It turned out that I was quite good at swimming and
there were boys much older that I was in the team.  This gave me chance to
see what the older boys looked like. As we all wore Speedo's for training I
could see the difference in sizes through their trunks. This excited me
even more and I often had to stay in the water till my erection went
down. My two friends, Henk and Paul joined the team and a boy we all knew
was already on the team, his name was David.  I noticed that all these boys
seemed to have a bigger bulge in their trunks that I did. When I went to
bed at night I would get a ruler and measure my penis when it was hard. It
was just over ten centimetres ( four inches ). I would go to sleep with my
fingers round my hard boy tool thinking about Paul and Henk and David. This
made me feel very good. But I digress but this shows you how my mind was
working and how naive I was. So back to my excitement over the Paris trip.

Paul and Henk came up to me and said how pleased they were that I was going
on the trip and that they was sure I would enjoy it. I asked them all the
questions I had running round in my mind. They answered most of them but
some they couldn't answer as they said it depended how many were going and
the type of accommodation we were all booked into.  They said that last
year the Masters were two to a room and the boys were four to a room.  I
asked then if it would be okay if I shared the same room as they did. They
both said that they were going to ask me to share with them anyway. I said
it was a pity that David wasn't going then we could have our swimming team
all in one room. It seemed that David was going on holiday the same week as
the trip so he couldn't come. During the day we got all the papers with the
itinerary and were threatened with death if we were caught reading it in
class. I couldn't wait to get home to read it.

The itinerary answered most of my questions, what clothes to take,
passport, shoes, pocket money etc. it also had a section on behaviour. The
transport was to be a luxury single decker coach. It had an on board toilet
and a small snack bar that would serve hot and cold drinks. The food and
drinks were included in the price so that would save my pocket money. In
the whole of the journey there was only one stop for one hour at a motorway
rest area and lunch had been arranged at the stop. Dinner was to be
provided at the hotel at our destination. Each day was mapped out with the
trips we were going to do and the day before we left to come back home was
a free half day so we could do what we liked.  There were trip on the River
Seine, a visit to the Eiffel Tower and a day on the South Bank to visit the
basket making area. Visits to some of the art galleries were down but much
to everyone's disappointment none to the Moulin Rouge or the Folies
Bergere.  Still I didn't want to see half naked women kicking their legs
in the air!

The Friday morning came and we all assembled at school to board the coach.
Henk and Paul and myself sat at the rear of the coach which had two seats
that took three people. All the other seat were doubles. The journey was
uneventful. We were pleased with the stop for lunch as it gave us a break
to stretch our legs and as we were in France by then it gave me my first
taste of French food. I was impressed even though it was a motorway service
area the food was great. No it wasn't burger and French fries but a very
crisp green salad with French dressing and Chicken done in white wine
sauce. We arrived at the hotel at about 7.30 p.m. or as my new dad would
say 1930 hrs. The teachers lined us up in the lobby and told us to wait
there. On our way here the three of us wondered who our fourth member of
our room would be. We had agreed if it was a guy named Oscar we would say
we wanted to go home. Oscar was a bully and he was hated by everyone. The
teachers knew this, why they had let him come on the trip we never knew. In
total there were thirty boys and six teachers. The teachers never slept
with the boys so even with my mathematics I could see that four into thirty
didn't go, actually I'm quite good at maths! I was still doing the maths in
my head when the senior teacher came out of the office and said that this
year it would be different and there would be three to a room and to sort
ourselves out into our preferred groupings. We three grinned all over our
faces and just stood together. He said those who had sorted themselves out
should go to him give him our names and pick up a room key. Henk dashed
over to him and was first in the queue.  Henk came back with a grin all
over his face.

"As we were the first we got the choice of rooms," he said, "some of the
rooms are better than others and some have En suite bathrooms so we have
got one of them."

Both Paul and I were over the moon. We were told to take our things to the
room and get cleaned up for dinner which would be served at 8.30 p.m. and
we were warned not to be late. We found the room and went in. We just stood
and looked. It was a big room and was obviously one of the better ones. It
had been set up for our stay and we reckoned that originally it was a
double room because it had a big double bed at one side and a single bed at
the other. We looked at each other.

"Who is going to sleep in the double?" Paul asked.

"I don't mind," I said.

"I know," said Henk, "let's rotate."

"That's a brilliant idea," I said, shall we draw lots for who sleeps in the
single first."

Henk got three pieces of note paper and marked a cross on one. He folded
them exactly the same and put them in the waste bin. He held the bin up
high so we couldn't see inside and we each drew out a sheet. I was
disappointed because I got the one with the cross, so I was sleeping on my
own tonight. We had a look at the bathroom. It contained a five piece
suite, bath, hand washbasin, toilet, shower and a bidet.  We unpacked our
kit and realised it was time for dinner. We dashed down to the dining room
and made it with seconds to spare. We were told that the table we sat at
would be ours for the weekend and not to change around. After dinner we
were told that as we had been on the road for a long time and it had been a
long day we should get an early night. Breakfast would be at 9.00 am sharp
and not to be late as the first tour started at 10.00 am. The food was
simple but freshly cooked and delicious. French Onion soup with croutons
and melted cheese on top.  A side salad with French dressing and crusty
French bread, lamb chops, saute potatoes and green peas. The dessert was a
delicious creme caramel. The other thing that surprised us we were allowed
a single glass of red wine with the main course. Typical French!

We made our way to our room and flopped on our beds. Paul checked the lock
on the door and hung a "do not disturb" sign on the outside door handle.
The room was warm and with the food I was beginning to get hot. I took off
my shirt and pants, kicked off my trainers and laid on the bed, on my back
with my hands behind my head looking at the other two.

"It is warm," said Paul and did the same. He came and sat on the side of my
bed and we both looked at Henk. Henk agreed and followed suite, except he
sat on the side of the double bed facing us two.

I felt Paul's hand rub up against the side of my thigh. It sent little
shocks of electricity up my spine and I sighed. I could feel my penis
getting hard so I put my hands over my crotch to hide the erection. I
looked at Paul and he smiled and looked down at his briefs. My eyes
followed and I could see that he was in the same state as I was. Henk was
watching this and I could see he was very hard.

Henk said to Paul, "I see you have grown some since last year."

Paul replied, "So have you," and his hand moved on to the top of my thigh
just above my knee. He gave my thigh a gentle squeeze and let his fingers
side between my legs. I opened my legs fraction so he could get better
access. He slid hid hand upwards till he reached the material of my briefs
and then let the side of his hand rest against my scrotum. The feeling was
intense. I was holding my breath and my heart was beating very quickly.
Eventually I had to breathe and I let out a long sigh.

"Do you like that?" he said.

"I think so," I replied.

"Henk and I did it all the time last year. We were going to do it at home
but we have never been able to get the chance so we have been looking
forward to this trip for ages."

Henk came across the room and sat on the other side of my bed. As he walked
across I could see he was very hard and the top of his penis was almost to
the elastic of his briefs.

"Lets take them off, mine are getting too tight," Paul said and he stood up
and slipped off his briefs and stepped out of them. His penis sprang
upwards and hit his stomach. His balls were hanging quite low and were much
bigger than mine. Henk did the same and his penis was about 3 centimetres
longer than mine and about two centimetres longer than Paul's. They both
took hold of the top of my briefs and slid them slowly downwards and took
them off.  My penis was as hard as it had ever been and I could feel it
pulsing with my heartbeat, it must have been ten centimetres long. Paul put
his fingers round my boyhood and gripped it like I did before I went to
sleep at night. The feeling of someone else doing for me was undescribable.
I started to quiver with desire.

"Hey slow up, Wim we've all night," Henk said.

Paul released his grip but still held it gently between his fingers. Henk
slid his hand over to Paul's rigid penis and took hold of it. Paul moaned,

"I've waited a long time for this, take is very slowly I don't want to cum
to quickly."

I hadn't a clue what he meant but I took my cue from Henk and slid my
fingers round his throbbing penis. It was the first time I had held another
boys boyhood in my hand and it felt fantastic. I could feel the soft skin
with the throbbing hard inside. I gripped it like I did my own tight and
then loose, alternating the grip. He groaned,

"Oh that's great, but do it slowly I don't want to cum to soon either."

I plucked up courage and said, "What do you mean....cum?"

They looked at me as though I had two heads.

Paul said, "Don't you masturbate?"

"I don't know what it means," I said nobody has told me anything about
this."

They both looked at each other and Paul said, "You don't know what you are
missing but we will show you if you want."

"Oh yes, please," I said.

They then explained what they were going to do and what it would feel like.
They also said there was many things that they would show me during the
weekend but I must keep it between ourselves. I agreed. Henk looked at Paul
and said that he could be the one to bring me to my first orgasm and he
would watch from the other bed. He also said that he would like to do it
for Paul so I could just lay back and enjoy my first time. He also said
that when he had done it for Paul and I had got my breath back I could do
it for him.  It was agreed and Henk moved over to the double bed and Paul
laid down next to me.

Paul's fingers started to play with my scrotum, pulling the loose skin and
rubbing it between his fingers. He let his fingers stroke my testicles and
his other hand ran up between my thighs. The feeling was awesome. I got
uncontrollable shivers in all my leg muscles, my hands clenched and
unclenched involuntarily. My head shook from side to side and I made
moaning noises that I had never made before. Paul told me to relax
otherwise I would cum before time.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What I am doing now is called foreplay and it is done just to get you
sexually excited. It gets better when I start the masturbation proper."

"I can't wait, start now, please. Start NOW."

Paul sat up keeping his body in contact with mine and he slowly gripped my
penis. I expected him to go back to the squeezing action but he wrapped his
fingers round it and slowly started to slide them up and down the shaft. He
said to Henk,

"Even though he hasn't done this before I'm sure he will produce a powerful
ejaculation, just look at the pre-cum leaking out."

I could feel warm sticky liquid coming from the end of my pulsing penis.
This fluid acted like a lubricant and allowed Paul's hand to slide smoothly
up and down the shaft. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the warmth of his
body and the movement on my boyhood. He slowly started to increase the grip
and the speed at which he jacked it up and down. I could not help myself
but my hips started to move up and down in synchronisation with his
strokes. My breathing became much faster and I could feel my leg muscles
starting to tighten.

Paul breathed "Are you cumming?"

"I don't know I've never cum before, but don't stop now. Go faster. Oh,
yes, go faster!""

He increased the speed and I felt my testicles pull up in my scrotum, all
the muscles in my legs went hard, my toes pointed to the bottom of the
bed. I held my breath and then it happened. My whole body shook, I felt a
surge of hot liquid run up inside of my penis, I spasmed and as I cried out
in ecstasy I felt this hot liquid shoot out the end of my penis. I went
into a further five or six shudders and more of it came out. All of a
sudden all my muscles relaxed and I collapsed limp on the bed. I felt
drained of all energy but I was on cloud nine.

"Did you like your first orgasm, then?" Paul said.

All I could say was "Mmmm."

Henk came over to the bed and looked down at me.

"For a first time you certainly produced one hell of a lot of cum. I
watched it shoot out, the first shot went right over your head, the second
landed on your face and there is a trail of cum right the way down to your
balls."

I was getting my breath back and I felt on my stomach and could feel the
sticky liquid. Paul had gone to the bathroom and brought me a towel and I
cleaned myself up. I could see Paul was all excited and he was rubbing his
penis against Henk's leg. He put his arms round his waist and pulled
himself so they were locked together. His hips were moving in a circular
motion which was grinding his penis between his stomach and Henk's thigh.
Henk turned to face him and slid his hands round to hold Paul's buttocks.
Paul went mad with lust. He leapt upwards and locked his legs round Henk's
waist and they moved as one to the double bed. I turned on my side and
watched.

Henk laid Paul on his back and as he had his legs locked round his waist he
knelt over the top of him. He slid his hands down Paul's thighs and
squeezed. Paul moaned but still gripped with his knees. Henk then gripped
the legs just above the knees and gave a firm squeeze. Pauls legs came
apart with a squeal and his body fell back on the bed. I could see Pauls
penis, it was very red and the head seemed to be much larger than normal,
in fact his whole tool was very large and I could see it throbbing with the
beat of his heart.

"Don't wait, Wim's foreplay has got me ready for it now. Do it NOW."

Henk left Pauls legs down by his side as he knelt between them. He gripped
his rigid member in his hand and Paul immediately started to buck up and
down. There were moans and groans coming from Paul's throat. His head was
like mine had been, thrashing from side to side. His hands came round and
gripped Henk's thighs. Henk started to stroke up and down and Pauls hands
grabbed Henk's penis. They both moved their hands up and down in an ever
increasing speed. It was now Henk's turn to groan and moan.  The movements
became frantic, Pauls legs wrapped round Henk's waist again but this time
they were rigid. Henk's back arched and they both held their breath. I saw
both their bodies spasm, Henk shot thick hot white liquid on to Pauls chest
and Paul shot the same all over Henk's stomach. Henk fell backwards on to
his back and Paul just went limp.  I got up and took the towel and it gave
me great pleasure in wiping them both clean. I looked and they had gone to
sleep. I went back to my single bed and dropped off in a deep sleep.

I woke with a start. I didn't have a watch then, of course I have one now,
the first present my Dad bought me, but then I didn't. Henk and Paul were
laid on top of the covers facing each other so I couldn't see much. It was
light outside so I slipped quietly off the bed and looked at Henk's watch
on the bedside table. It was 0730. I took the opportunity to have a good
look at the sleeping pair. I was sporting my usual morning hard on and I'm
sure it was bigger then normal and both Paul and Henk were in the same
state.  Looking at both of them made me feel very horny. I started to
stroke my boyhood just like Paul had done the previous night. I immediately
started to get the feeling. I stopped as I wanted it to last.  I climbed on
to their bed behind Paul and pushed my body against his. His body felt warm
and soft and I gently let my hand move over his waist till I held his penis
in my hand. I pushed my hard penis against his thigh and it felt fantastic.
Paul moaned and his hand came over mine on his boyhood. He gripped my hand
which caused me to grip his penis much harder. He turned his head and
opened his eyes. He slowly moved on to his back and slid his hand over my
throbbing tool. Silently we turned to face each other. Our arms entwined
and we pulled our bodies together. I could feel his penis pushing against
my body and mine rubbing against his. We let our bodies move as they wanted
to. They slid in a gyrating movement causing our boyhood's to rub together.
We both started to leak pre-cum which gave a lubricant to our efforts. Our
breathing became laboured and I started to gasp. Paul pushed me on my back
and straddled me with his legs each side of mine. I held his buttocks in my
hand. This was the first time I had held a naked boy in my arms and my mind
went into overdrive with lust. As he pushed down I pushed up and our
movements became faster. He slid his hands under the cheeks of my bottom
and pulled and squeezed. I did the same. Sweat glistened on our bodies
giving even more lubricant to the rest of our torso's.  It was an intense
feeling and I felt myself getting the feeling I got the previous night. I
knew I was going to cum.

Paul hissed, "I'm cumming. Oh yes, I'm cumming."

"So am I'eeeeeee..." I cried.

We both went rigid and our bodies jerked involuntarily. Time after time we
jerked, each time I could feel myself pumping out volumes of hot sticky
liquid between each other. Just afer I started I could feel Paul do the
same. We became a mass of sticky fluid which ran down our sides.

"You two seemed to enjoy that," a voice said. It was Henk. Our sexual
exploits had been so intense we didn't realise we had woken him. I looked
across at him and he was laid on his side with his boyhood in his hand and
pre-cum leaking from the end. I could not help myself, I moved over him to
the other side and I grabbed his hand. He let go of his penis and I clamped
my hand round his hard throbbing boyhood. Paul moved into his other side
and started to run his hands over his body. I pulled him on to his back and
started a slow stroke of his penis. Paul ran his fingers up the inside of
his thighs brushing his scrotum with the palm of his hand. Henk flung his
arms round both me and Paul and gripped us in a vice like grip. We could
feel he was getting near. Watching us had been like foreplay and was very
worked up. I speeded up my stroking and Paul licked his nipples. I never
knew that licking someone's nipples would give them pleasure, I was to find
that out later, but it sent Henk into orbit. His hip bucked up and down,
his head thrashed from side to side and his hand quivered in the grip round
our bodies. I moved my hand at the speed of light, his back arched, his
legs muscles went like iron and then he let out a gasp and his whole frame
shook. He shot his load over his head, the next shot landed on his
forehead, the next on his chin and he gasped at me, "Keep going, I've more
yeettttt!" I kept up my stroking but just that little bit slower and with
not as much grip and I could feel him push up into my hand and he shot
again. He collapsed back onto the mattress with a moan and a sigh. Whilst I
was doing my bit Paul was massaging his testicles and rubbing his scrotum
between his fingers.

We all laid back and rested.

"I think I'm... No, I know I'm going to enjoy this trip," I said.

Paul grabbed the towel from last night and we each used it in turn to clean
ourselves. We made our way to the shower. It was a squash with three of us
in there but we managed. We got dressed and looked at the time, 08.45, just
in time for breakfast. I couldn't wait for tonight.

We made our way to the dining room and had a "continental" breakfast. Rolls
and coffee, When I'm on holiday I prefer what my Dad calls a proper
breakfast, bacon, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, sausage and fried
bread, toast and marmalade, but this was Paris! The coffee was nice though.

We got on the coach and off we went to basket weaving area on the South
bank. It was very educational and fascinating to watch the baskets taking
shape. They were not cheap though! We had lunch at a cafe with tables on
the pavement and watched everyone go by.  Again the food was nice but not a
lot of it. We walked in a group to the riverside and we got on a tourist
boat. They are very similar to the ones in Amsterdam but the river is much
wider. The trip was nice and the boat had a bar and cold drinks and ice
cream. This time they were not included in the price so we had to pay. We
got to the end of the trip which was one way and to our relief the coach
was waiting for us. We made our way back to the hotel.

We were told to our rooms and clean up and not to be late for dinner. That
gave us about forty five minutes.

"Who is sleeping in the single bed tonight," I asked.

The papers that we had used last night were still in the bin so Henk took
out one blank one and gave me the bin with the other two bits in.

"Same as last night," he said, "the one that picks the cross sleeps in the
single bed."

I held the bin up high and they pulled out the two bits of paper.

"The same as last night then," he said. "The other two satisfy the one in
the single bed before going in the double."

Both Paul and I agreed. I couldn't wait till after dinner. We all had a
quick swill of our hands and faces and went down for dinner.

Now I had heard of the French and their funny eating habits and tonight I
was going to join them. Who has ever heard of humans eating snails and
frogs legs, well that was the menu for the evening meal. Don't be fooled
they call them Escargot but they are snails. They call frogs legs, ...frogs
legs! Now I'm probably making my readers feel sick at the thoughts of
eating these things, if you get the chance try them. They are delicious.
The Escargot are done in a red wine sauce with shallots and the frogs legs
taste of a mixture of chicken and rabbit, which reminds me I must taste a
bit like that because my Dad calls me "his little rabbit" Next time he
calls me that I must hop around the room croaking and see what he says. The
dessert was a banana split with lashings of whipped cream. We also got the
usual glass of red wine with the meal only this time the waiter at our
table topped them up to the top when our glasses were almost empty.

As we were making our way up to the room I thought about our sleeping
arrangements.  It was working out fine, we were here for 3 nights which
meant that we would each sleep with each other and I got to sleep in the
double bed on two nights, lucky me!

Paul did the honours with the door lock and the "Do not disturb" sign and I
suggested we each had a shower on our own and just came our with towel
round our waists.  Henk suggested that he would take off mine and Pauls
clothes and then we could both strip him before the shower. Paul and I
thought that was a great idea and the thought of it started to give me an
erection. I looked at the other two and could see a tent in each of their
trousers so it wasn't just me getting horny. I suggested that Henk had his
shower first and then he could strip each of us in turn and if he wanted he
could do it for us naked.  We all thought that was a great idea and Henk
just stood there waiting for us to strip him.  Paul stood in front of him
and I went behind. As Paul undid his shirt I pulled it of from the rear.
Paul unbuckled his belt and I slipped my hand round his hips and slid down
the zip of his pants.  Paul let his pants fall to the floor and slowly slid
down the front of his body. He then lifted each foot and pulled away his
trousers. He then untied his shoe laces and lifted each foot in turn
pulling off his shoes. Whilst Paul was doing this I put my hands round his
chest from behind and played with his nipples. I was amazed to feel his
nipples go hard between my fingers and I couldn't stop myself from
squeezing them between my thumb and forefinger.  This caused Henk to shiver
and moan. Paul removed his socks and all he was wearing was his briefs.
Paul stood up and put his body in contact with Henk's. I moved my hands so
they were holding Paul and Henk became the meat in a sandwich of two hot
bodies. Paul licked his nipples and I licked the back of his neck. We
slowly worked ourselves downwards till we came to his briefs. I took my cue
from Paul and used my teeth to pull his briefs over his buttocks whilst
Paul pulled the front down over his now leaking penis.  It was at this
point I learned something new. Paul was on his knees in front of Henk with
Henk's boyhood opposite his face. Paul slid his hands slowly up the back of
Henk's legs and clasped his buttocks in his hands. I saw him squeeze and
pull Henk forward. As he did he opened his mouth and put his lips over the
end of Henk's penis. Henk's body twitched and he cried out,

"Oh yes but not now leave it till later. Oh but it is good, just one more
suck."

Paul let Henk's penis slide right into his throat and slowly pulled off...

"God, that is fantastic, but let us both undress Wim now. We will do it the
same way, but you do the back and I'll do the front."

They set to work on me in exactly the same way. The sensation was electric.
My body was vibrating with desire. They got top the point were I was naked
and Henk was on his knees in front of me but Paul was also on his knees
behind me. Henk gripped my buttocks and slowly pulled them apart. I felt
his lips go over the end of my penis and suction was applied.  The
sensation that went through my body and mind was indescribable. I then felt
warm air being blown between the cheeks of my bottom and I could feel
Paul's teeth nibbling each of my buttocks in turn. He was incredibly gentle
and then I felt his tongue slide in the crack and lick round my sphincter.

I screamed, "Oh Godf I'm cumming. Henk, I'm cumming."

I felt Henk suck harder and I could not stop myself and all my muscles
spasmed, my torso shook with sexual delight and I pumped my boy seed
straight down Henk's throat. He sucked even harder and I ejaculated
again. I went weak at the knees and collapsed on the floor.

I heard Paul say, "He enjoyed that, did he taste good?"

Henk replied, "very hot and sweet, you must try him later tonight when he
has recovered, get him in a sixty nine."

I thought I'm going to enjoy that and I guessed what a sixty nine was. I
was still weak at the knees so Henk undressed Paul. Henk disappeared into
the shower and was in for a good fifteen minutes. I managed to make my way
over to the double bed and lay out flat trying to recover my strength. Paul
just lay beside me stroking the side of my face and letting his fingers
drift through my hair. It felt so sweet.

Henk emerged from the shower looking a bit like a boiled lobster, all pink
and clean. Paul got up and went for his. Henk lay by my side and took over
from where Paul had left off but he was much closer and his body made
contact with mine. He leaned over me and took one of my nipples in his
mouth. He let his tongue flick over it and I could feel myself becoming
aroused again. My nipple went hard and as Henk's hands slid down my tummy I
could feel my boyhood start to get hard again.

"Not again so soon," I pleaded, "I want to do more later."

"Just pull your knees up so that your feet are flat on the bed and your
legs are apart," he commanded.

I slowly pulled up my knees and his hand slipped between my thighs. He
stroked my inner thighs and moved his lips to the other nipple. His fingers
found my scrotum and he gently pulled the loose skin. I was now fully erect
and I put my own hand on my penis. This way I could control what was
happening. I still didn't want to climax a second time so soon after the
first and I knew if I didn't control the action I would loose it and the
sexual drive would take over. Henk's fingers moved between my buttocks and
his middle finger massaged my sphincter. I moaned in absolute pleasure. I
felt him push his finger in and the sensation was out of this world. Just
as I was about to succumb to his administrations Paul came out of the
shower and said it was my turn. I was disappointed and relived at the same
time. I knew I could not have held out much longer and I also knew when I
got out of the shower it was going to Henk's turn to be sent to sexual
outer space and back. I was looking forward to that.

In the shower I cleaned myself all over and then made my middle finger all
soapy and pushed it where Henk had pushed his. It felt sensational, I knew
I would never be able to take a shower again without doing this. It caused
my penis to grow extra big and get very hard. I stood there with one finger
up my rectum and my other hand holding my rigid boyhood, Yes this was the
way for future showers that I took on my own. I came to my senses and wiped
my self clean and turned off the water. Grabbing a towel I made for the
bedroom.

Henk was laid on the single bed on his back, Paul had his head between his
thighs and was facing down the bed. In this position all of Henk's body was
available. Paul had got some baby oil from somewhere and was massaging it
into Henk's chest, paying special attention to his nipples. I spread Henk's
legs and climbed between them facing Paul. I tool a palm full of the baby
oil and rubbed it between Hank's thighs. I used my fingers to give the
inside of his thighs a deep hard probing massage. I worked my fingers to
the outside of his legs and really put pressure on his muscles. I could
feel them go tense and I worked harder. Paul had got down to his stomach
muscles. He had his thumbs on the inside and his fingers near his waist.

Paul said, "cross his ankles and twist."

At the same time he pulled his shoulders in the same direction and Henk's
body flipped over on to his front. This gave us full access to his back and
buttocks. A liberal application of baby oil was spread down his spine and I
used two fingers to work it between his buttocks. The oil made my fingers
slippy and I pushed up and felt his boy hole. Henk pushed up and forced my
finger into him.

"More fingers," he gasped, "push another two in there."

Paul said, "leave your fingers in there and we will turn him over again."

We did this and I could see that Henk's penis was like a ram rod and
pre-cum was running down the shaft. Paul slid his oily hands down to Henk's
hips and allowed his body to make contact from his chest downwards.

"Match my movements with your fingers," he commanded and slid his lips over
Henk's throbbing tool. As Paul sucked upwards I pushed my finger in and as
he went down I pulled my fingers out. Henk's head came up and sucked Paul's
balls into his mouth. We became a mass of writhing, groaning, moaning sex
machines. Sanity went out of the window. We both felt Henk hold his breath,
his whole body went like Riga-mortice had set in. It then started to shake
uncontrollable. His anus clamped round my fingers like a vice and I could
feel him spasm time and time again as he ejaculated deep in to Pauls
throat.  Paul sucked for all he was worth and as his anus relaxed I gave
him one more deep penetration with my fingers. I must have touched
something because he spasmed again and as Paul pulled off he shot another
load all over his stomach.

We used a towel to clean his limp body and pulled the duvet over him. It
seemed ages before his breathing came back to normal but as it did he
closed his eyes and went to sleep.

I said to Paul, "Have you cum?"

He replied, "No have you?"

"No," I said with a grin, "but I would like to."

"Well he won't wake up till morning, lets get in our bed."

We moved over to the double bed and laid on top of the duvet. We were both
still sexually excited from the session with Henk. Paul wound his arms
round me and pulled me close.  Our faces were opposite each other and our
foreheads touched. I put my hands behind his head and tugged his hair. His
hand went to my buttocks and squeezed. We both sighed and we could feel our
breath on our cheeks. Inevitably our lips met. It was the first time I had
kissed a boy. I felt as though I wanted to eat him. His tongue pushed
against my lips and I got my wish. I sucked his tongue into my mouth at the
same time mashing my lips against his. He pulled his tongue out and sucked
on my lips and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. A thought went through my
mind, my first French kiss and it was in France, it could not have been
better. We must have spent at least twenty minutes with our lips and hands
searching all over our bodies. Our movements became more frenetic and our
breathing became laboured. Paul flung himself on his back with his legs
apart and pushed my head down towards his pubic area. I remembered we were
going to have a sixty-nine. I shifted my body round so I was on top and
sucked his throbbing boyhood into my waiting mouth.  He tasted divine. I
felt wet heat with suction on my penis as Paul sucked me into his mouth.
We rolled over on to our sides our hands on each others buttocks. With our
hands we pulled, with our mouths we sucked we could tell we were both
nearly there.  We both came in a rush, our hands pulling each other so that
our boyhood's buried themselves in our throats, our bodies arched and
stiffened and I felt myself pumping my hot sticky seed into Paul's throat.
This send Paul wild and I felt gushes of cum go down my throat. I swallowed
and sucked as much of his life giving liquid into me as I could. We broke
the clinch and moved so we were facing each other. We each gave each other
a long passionate kiss and went to sleep.

Henk woke us up on the Sunday morning by climbing into bed with Paul and
myself. It was 07.30. I was on one side of Paul and Henk was on the other.
We kicked off the duvet and laid on our backs with our morning erections
pointing to the ceiling. Both Henk and I turned on our sides facing Paul.
My hand went round Henk's penis, his went round Pauls and Paul's went round
mine. We played with each other for about ten minutes and the action became
more intense.

Paul gasped, "Lets go for it."

That was all that was needed. Our speed picked up and the feeling we all
desired started to course through our bodies. We all started to moan and
groan which made us go faster and feel more sexy. I couldn't hold it any
longer, my muscles hardened and I shuddered with pleasure. I felt myself
pump and pump again. Henk squeezed my penis like he was milking one of
Paul's Dad's cows. I spasmed again and then Henk joined me in his orgasm.
Paul was the last to cum and as he was on his back it shot up into the air
and landed on his chest and stomach.

We rested for a while and then hit the shower. We made our way down for
breakfast and then out to the coach. The trip today was to the Eiffel
Tower. This imposing structure sits at the end of the Champes Elyse, a big
wide thoroughfare with mad French drivers going like bats out of hell. They
say it is a lot better than it used to be as the Surette have clamped down
on bad driving. One thing they have stopped is the French habit of driving
on the horn, the car horn that is, most French people are horny anyway or
so they say!

The day was gin clear and from the observation deck you could see for
miles.  I wished I had a camera but my father wouldn't buy me one. He said
they were a waste of money. My Dad has bought me a Olympus C1440L digital
camera now, but then I didn't have one.  Luckily Henk had one so he took a
lot of photo's and we had a great time. We got one of the teachers to take
a shot of the three of us so we would have the moment recorded for
posterity. We went back to the hotel for lunch and as this was our last day
we had the afternoon to do what we wanted. Paul wanted to go and stay in
the room for the rest of the day and have some more sex games but Henk and
I persuaded him there would be enough time in the evening for all that. He
moaned as he said it was his turn in the single bed so he would have to
sleep on his own. Henk told him he would get all the attention he wanted
tonight. The one in the single bed got two boys to administer sexual
pleasure so even though he had to sleep on his own he didn't miss out on
anything.

We spent the afternoon browsing the shops and was horrified at the prices.
I couldn't afford anything. In one of the little back streets we found a
cafe with tables on the pavement (sidewalk) and, as it was off the beaten
tourist track, the prices were reasonable.  The owner was a jovial guy who
welcomed us and we had Cappuccino and small French cakes. He kept topping
up the cake plate and the coffee cups and when we said we hadn't got a lot
of money in our schoolboy French he laughed and asked us how much we had.
We showed him. He took a few Francs and said that was sufficient and topped
up the cups and plate again.

I've just thought I must get my Dad to bring me back to Paris and we can do
this together he would love it and I would love to do it with him, but I
digress again but you can tell I love my new Dad, he is better than the
best. Still back to Paris.

We really did stuff ourselves at this cafe and eventually left, thanking
the Patron for his food and kindness. He said we would be welcome back
anytime, he loves to see people enjoy his homemade food. We suddenly
realised that the sun was starting to sink in the West and Henk checked the
time. It was time to make our way back to the hotel and clean up before
dinner. Unfortunately this was to be our last night and as it was an early
start in the morning we would not have anytime for 'high jinks' before we
left.

We arrived at the hotel at about 1930, plenty of time to go and have a
shower and clean up for dinner. We each took a shower in turn and each
dried each others back. The drying action gave each one of us a semi hard
on but we resolved to save everything for later.  Dinner over we all had to
go to the ballroom for a meeting with the teachers. We were given our
instructions for the following morning with dire warnings not to be late
otherwise we would go without breakfast as we were keeping to a strict
schedule. It was suggested we got an early night at which the three of us
grinned at each other as that was a good excuse to go straight to the room.
We noticed that about twelve other boys did the same.  Now I wonder if they
were doing the same as we were? I voiced this question to Paul who looked
at the ones that were leaving. We noticed that some of the boys were
walking with their hands in their pockets and were obviously trying to hide
erections so we agreed that they were. we got to the room at 2130 and
locked the door. It was Paul's turn for the single bed and our job to bring
him to a climax so intense that he went to sleep immediately with a smile
on his lips.

We all stripped to our briefs and then Paul laid on the bed on his back.
Henk went to the head of the bed and I went to the foot. Henk slowly
massaged his nipples and I just watched as Paul's penis started to rise in
his underpants. All I did was massage his feet. His penis was rigid and
pulsing as I moved to his ankles. He moaned in pleasure as Henk bent over
and licked each of his nipples in turn. I moved my hands underneath his
calves and got to the back of his knees. I gently rubbed the soft skin
behind his knees and he made even more groaning noises. Henk was now
sucking on his nipples and Paul's hands had gone round Henk's waist and was
pulling at the top of his underpants. Henk moved so Paul could pull them
over his buttocks and release Henk's very rigid boyhood.  Paul's fingers
forced their way between Henk's buttocks and I could tell that he had found
his sphincter as Henk pushed his penis against Pauls face. I let my hands
move over the front of the pure white cotton of Paul's briefs exerting
pressure with my palm on his twitching boyhood. The pressure forced pre-cum
out the end and wet his briefs.. I hooked my fingers over the top of his
briefs and Paul lifted his hips off the mattress allowing me to pull them
down and off.  As I was at the foot of the bed I put Paul's ankles over my
shoulders and moved on to the bed. This manoeuvre spread Paul's legs and
raised them. I slid between them and down to his pubic area. I could smell
his skin and it made me go wild with passion.  I needed to take him into my
mouth. I did the same as Paul was doing with Henk and moved my hands and
fingers to his buttocks and let my finger stroke his anus. His heels beat a
tattoo on my back as he went mad with passion. I pushed two fingers inside
of him as he relaxed his sphincter.  I felt for the place I had found
before and could just feel the mound. I stoked it very gently with my
finger and felt Paul shudder. I didn't want to bring him to a climax so
soon so I moved my finger away. I moved my head down to the end of his
penis and let my tongue lick the end. His pre-cum tasted sweet. I needed
more. I put my lips over the end and Paul pushed upwards forcing his hot
throbbing penis deep into my mouth. I felt Henk's hands run down my back
and move my briefs down to my knees. My other hand slid under Paul's
scrotum and I gently massaged his testicles.

The first words were uttered in about forty minutes as Paul said in a voice
full of need and passion, "Send me guys. Oh, for heavens sake, send me,
NOW."

Henk mashed his lips to Paul's and I pushed with my fingers, hit his
prostate, his sphincter clamped like a vice round my fingers. I sucked with
my mouth. Paul's whole body stiffened, his buttocks came off the bed as his
back arched. I felt his penis grown in my mouth, I felt his balls rise in
his scrotum. He held his breath and then his whole body started to spasm.
I could feel all his muscles jerk time and time again. He cried out in
ecstasy as his pent up emotions were let loose. His life giving, hot,
sticky liquid pumped over and over again with tremendous force into my
mouth and throat it took me all my time to catch it all. All his breath
escaped from his lungs and he gasped in lungs full of air. All his muscles
gradually relaxed and as he exhaled he said,

"Fantastic, the best yet." He smiled and dropped off to sleep. I covered
his sweating body with duvet and moved over to the double bed where Henk
was waiting.

We were both very much aroused because of the session with Paul a wasted no
time in getting ourselves into a body hugging clinch. We rubbed our bodies
together, our hands exploring every inch. We were both leaking like a tap
and starting to breathe in gasps. I moved on top of Henk in the sixty nine
position. He lifted his legs so his knees touched the mattress. He grabbed
my penis and sucked it into his hot wet mouth and applied suction.  I
buried my head between his buttocks and let my tongue lick his twitching
anus. One of his hands squeezed my buttock and with the other he used his
fingers to push into me. I could feel his fingers searching for my spot. I
did the same for him. We both found each others at the same time and as if
we knew, we just let our fingers rest there. We rolled on to our sides and
that gave me access to his throbbing member. We were in the classic sixty
nine with our fingers ready to hit our prostate at the right time. We
enjoyed a slow deep blow job, our other hands playing with our scrotums and
letting our fingers massage our testicles. I knew this could not last long,
what with the session with Paul and the position we were in the inevitable
began to happen. Moans and groans came from both of us even though we had
our mouths full. The action became more frenetic. I could feel the feeling
become more intense and I could not control my actions. I sucked hard and
pushed my fingers on to Henk's spot. He did the same. Be both opened out
mouths and let out a cry of pure ecstasy as we both pumped our sperm over
our faces. Luckily Henk had brought a towel on to the bed and we weakly
wiped ourselves clean, turned over and went to sleep.

The following morning we did the 5 S's, got dressed, had breakfast and
boarded the coach for Amsterdam. On the journey home we agreed it was the
best weekend we had ever had and said it must not be the last ...  and it
wasn't.

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