Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1998 22:00:37 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in "Old Amsterdam"

This is the third story in the Wim/Kris series.

May I thank the many readers who have send me messages of encouragement,
your support is greatly appreciated.

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should
read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys.

Some of the other stuff is factual, Well Amsterdam has not sunk into the
abyss and aeroplanes fly.


If you are not of a legal age where you live to read stories of this nature
or are offended by homosexual behaviour, man/teenage boy, teenage
boy/teenage boy, relationships etc.  etc then please do not read any
further. If you do then it is not the responsibility of the writer or the
posting authority of any consequences that arise.


                   Back in Old Amsterdam

                      By Storyteller 2

Part 1

Chapter 1.

Papers and Writers Cramp

Well here we were 23,000 feet over the North Sea travelling East to West.
Wim was still holding my hand and he had this permanent grin on his face.
The fasten seat belt came on and we put our seats to the upright position.
I gave Wim a running commentary on the landing procedure and told him what
would be coming next. He said he was quite impressed just as I told him
something it happened. I kicked myself for not getting him a ride up front.
I must remember on our way home. The "Driver" made a very good landing and
we taxied to the gate. As first class passengers we were let off first, or
should I say "de-planed" first, and with just hand luggage between us, we
were out of the gate like jack rabbits, me stuffing a cig in my mouth and
Wim tut tut - tuting at my impatience to get one going.  We breezed through
Customs and Immigration and as we went through the green exit channel we
heard our names called over the airport loudspeaker system,

"Will Mr. Kris Hammond and Master Wim Van der Valk recently arrived from
London go to the information desk in the arrival hall."

Wim and I looked at each other with questions in our eyes and Wim said, "I
know nothing, honest!"

We made our way to the desk by following the signs only to see three
grinning faces waiting for us. The two boys ran and hugged us both. I got a
wet kiss from Paul and a big hug from Henk.

"How did you know we were coming and what flight we were on?" I asked.

Henk said that Wim's Dad had called his father and told him and asked if it
would be possible to pick us up. Henk had told Paul and they had agreed
that they should both come and meet us off the plane. By this time we had
reached Henk's Dad and I thanked him for his kindness.

"When they knew you were coming back, wild horses wouldn't have kept them
from meeting you," he said.

"Well it is super to see you all again," I said to the boys. "Are you
playing hooky from school?"

"Sort of," they replied, "but we did get permission to have a half day."

We made our way to the car park and all piled in the car. Wim was in deep
conversation with the two boys. He was sat at one side of the car with Henk
next to him and little Paul next to me. Even though Paul was talking to Wim
he had his hand on my thigh and was gently squeezing. His hand found mine
and squeezed even harder. Henk asked his father if he could stay the
weekend at Wim's place. It was agreed that he could and Paul would ring his
parents to get the OK to stay as well. Henks Dad used the mobile in the car
to call Paul's parents and that was agreed too. I had three very happy
teenagers in the back of the car.

The journey to the Hotel was uneventful. Henk's Dad dropped us off at the
end of the street and we walked the short distance to the Hotel. Van der
Valk was behind the desk and welcomed me like a long lost friend. He
informed me that the room was ready and gave me the key. Wim and the boys
took the key from me and disappeared in the lift. I signed in and Van der
Valk told me that there would be no charge for the stay as I was his guest.
he informed me that his legal people had been in touch and needed to see
me. They had been in touch with my legal advisor and had some papers for me
to sign. If it was OK with me they could come to the hotel this afternoon.
It seemed that they were dealing with the sale of the hotel and the
guardianship of Wim, so a lot of paper work could be sorted by the end of
the day. I asked what time they were coming and he said straight after
lunch, about 1400 if that was OK with me. I looked at my watch and found it
had got to 1130 already. I said the boys would be staying the weekend and I
would take them out for lunch and both Wim and myself would be back in time
to have the meeting with the legal beagles. He asked if I wanted coffee in
the room and I said I would.  He said he would get Helga to bring it up in
five minutes. I got in the lift and ascended to the third floor.

As I got out of the lift the boys were waiting for me. I was dragged at the
speed of light to the room. I smiled and then gave a little laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Wim said.

"What room are we in?" I asked.

"369," they chorused.

"How many of us are there," I asked.

"4," came the reply.

"We should be in 469 then."

I saw the wheels going round in their heads. It was Wim and Paul who saw
the joke at the same time.

"Well if one watched then we would be in the correct room," Paul said.

Henk realised what we were going on about and stated emphatically that he
wasn't just going to watch. I told them that nothing was going to happen
anyway as Helga would be here with the coffee and I didn't want her to find
anyone in the 69 position.

The coffee arrived and Wim did the honours. There were a pile of biscuits
with the coffee but I told the boys not to gorge themselves as we would be
going out for lunch. Little Paul asked if I had brought the pictures I took
of him the last time I was here. I produced the evidence. He moved over to
the door and hooked on the safety chain.

"Did you bring the camera with you this time?" he asked.

I produced the camera from my bag. Paul slowly peeled off his clothes.  He
started with his t-shirt. It was amazing the difference, his chest had
filled out and you could just about make out his ribs. He slipped off his
trainers, turned away from me and unbuttoned his jeans. He let them slip to
the floor and stood there in his tight white briefs, his bottom filling
them nicely. I don't know who was enjoying this the most: me or him. He put
his hands on his hips and flexed his muscles in his legs. The difference
was amazing.

"Turn round please, Paul," I requested.

He slowly turned round to face me. His legs were no longer matchsticks. His
thighs and calves had filled out and were beautifully shaped. Not muscle
bound but definition was starting to show. That was not the only thing that
was starting to show. I looked at Wim who gave a quick nod. I held out my
arms and he ran to me, his arms winding round my neck, his head pushed into
my neck. I let my arms run down his back and held the cheeks of his bottom
with both hands and pulled him to me. His lips met mine and his tongue
thrust into my mouth. He ground his hips against mine and I could feel his
boyhood at full arousal.

"Oh God how I've waited for this," he moaned.

"I'm afraid you are going to have to wait a bit longer, my little Paul," I
said, "but I would like to take a few shots of the `new Paul' and then we
can compare the two sets of photo's."

He complained a little but not much and when the photo's had been taken we
all looked at the "before and after" shots. I had waited till he had lost
his erection so they looked like ordinary photo's of a young man in his
underpants. I told him to get dressed and when he had completed putting his
clothes back on I pulled him to me and gave him a very big and long kiss,
which he returned with interest.

"You have done well, my little one," I praised and he beamed all over his
face.

"I did it for you, Kris."

"I hope you did it for yourself and I was just the catalyst. I bet you feel
a lot better in yourself, don't you?"

"I do. I didn't realise how quickly I got tired and now I can seem to go on
for ever," he said with a grin.

"I hope you are talking about swimming and sports," I retorted.

"Oh yes, every type of sport you can think of," and he collapsed in a heap
of giggles.

"Kris, can you come to our swimming gala on Tuesday?" Henk piped up.

Wim interrupted and told them that I was coming and all about our swimming
training at home. He did go on a bit singing my praises about what a super
coach I was and how I had taught him the correct way to turn. I stopped him
mid flow as I had just had an idea.

"Are there any Public swimming baths near here?" I asked.

Wim was way ahead of me. "Yes, and I know what you are thinking -- my ESP
is in top gear.  We could go on Sunday it will be quiet then."

The other two cottoned on to what was going through our minds and jumped up
and down.

"We will be one team member short," I said.

"Hang on a tic," Wim said and picked up the phone.

He dialled a number and chatted in Dutch. Good, I thought, he hasn't
forgotten his native language, it was the first time he had used it since
last Wednesday.  He waited for a while, silent, then I saw a big grin come
on his face and he lapsed into English.

"Great, I will see you tomorrow then. Bye, David."

The other two picked up on what Wim had arranged.

"Is David stopping Saturday night then?" Henk asked.

"Yes, he asked his Mum and she said OK, so he is coming over in the morning
and staying till Monday night.

I just sat back and said, "And then there were 5. Come on boys time for
lunch."

We made our way to our usual restaurant and as men of habit, had our usual
lunch. I explained to Henk and Paul that Wim and myself would be tied up
with the legal guys for most of the afternoon and they would have to amuse
themselves. They said as long as they could use Wim's games machine that
would be no problems. Both boys wanted to know what was going on. I looked
at Wim. He knew what the look was for.

"There is all sorts of things going on," he said, "but please don't ask any
questions yet. We, that is Kris and I, want to make sure that everything
goes the way we want it to go before we tell anyone anything. Okay?"

I said, "Look boys if it makes you feel any better, I promise you two will
be the first to know and both Wim and I will tell you together, so our
little group will all be together when we know the outcome. Okay?"

They both looked serious and resigned to Wim and my decision.

It was little Paul who got up from his seat opposite me at the table and
without any embarrassment came and sat on my knee. He put his arms round my
neck and whispered in my ear, "I don't want to lose you as a friend.
Promise me I won't lose you as a friend."

"I promise; cross my heart, I promise."

He went to Wim and put his arm round his shoulder and asked him to make the
same promise. Wim readily made the same promise. Henk thanked us both and
said he would have to wait but it would be difficult as he hated waiting.

I checked the time and moved the boys out and back to the Hotel. We arrived
just after the legal people. Henk and Paul disappeared into Wim's room to
play with the games machine and Wim joined me in a room on the ground floor
which was used as a meeting room. It was agreed that the business would be
conducted in English for my benefit.

The legal guardianship was the first item on the agenda. I was amazed how
quickly we got through all the paperwork. These guys were on the ball. They
told me that it was very easy as George had done most of the work for them
and he obviously knew the laws of both Countries. Wim was asked formally if
he wanted to go through with the transfer of guardianship and he said he
had thought long and hard and we had discussed all aspects and he was
definite that he wanted it to go ahead. He was given papers to sign, which
he did. I was then asked formally the same question and when I affirmed
that I did. I had to sign some more papers. Wim wanted to know if that was
it!

"All that has to be done now, young man," the legal guy told him, "is these
papers have to be ratified by a judge and then you will be all legally
bound to Mr. Hammond till you are 18 years old."

"When will that be done, please, Sir?" Wim asked.

"We have an appointment with the judge in chambers on Monday at 2.00 pm. We
will let you know by 2.30 pm. But I see no problems as this is a mutual
transfer."

I could see Wim wanting to go ballistic again and I gave him one of my
"cool it" looks. It still didn't stop his grin from ear to ear and I could
not help joining him in the mutual grinning stakes.

The next item on the agenda was the sale of the hotel. Again Wim had to
give his consent which he did. He was asked to sign some papers which he
gave to me to read before signing.  My jaw dropped when I got to the
purchase price.

I pointed it out to Wim who's jaw joined mine.

"Are you sure this is the correct price?" he asked the legal guy.

"Yes, we think it is a fair price and remember you get half of that sum in
trust. It will be managed by Mr. Hammond for you until you are 18. He will
be allowed to take his expenses out of the trust and any money he thinks is
required for your upkeep and education. Do you agree to these conditions."

"For one million seven hundred and fifty thousand guilders I would agree to
any conditions," he said in awe. "What's that in Sterling?"

"Well the exchange rate I got at the airport was 2.998 Guilders to the
Pound so at a rough guess that is 580,000.00 Pounds Sterling."

"You will get better than that at Bank rate and I would wait until the rate
gets better," the legal chap butted in.

Wim signed the papers and Van der Valk counter signed them. The legal chap
suggested that I signed them as well even though the guardianship papers
had not gone through. He thought it would be a good idea as the sale may
not go through until after the change had taken place. I signed.

My mouth was dry and as if by magic Helga walked in the room with a pot of
coffee and a big pot of tea and a winning smile. She put the coffee in
front of the Dutch crowd and the tea in front Wim and myself. Wim as usual
did the honours for all of us. I lit my first cig of the meeting.

We got to the last item on the agenda which was Wim's inheritance. I was
given a balance sheet and a paper to sign, I was getting writers cramp. The
document transferred control to me with immediate effect.

"There is one more thing that Wim must be subjected to before I put these
papers before the judge," the Legal chap said, "and we have arranged that
for this evening at 6.00pm."

"And that is?" I questioned.

"Wim will need a complete medical examination, just to make sure he is fit,
you don't have a problem with that do you?"

"None what so ever," I replied.

"The doctor will give you a copy and send a copy to the court for the
judge."

All the business concluded the meeting was closed and the legal boys left.
Wim looked at me and I looked at Wim and we said in unison "We need to
talk."


Chapter 2

Friday evening

We left the meeting room and Wim said, "Your room, I think and by ourselves
for a quick talk. We can leave the boys with the "Play Station" for a bit
longer."

We took the lift and got to my room. Wim put on the chain and ran across
the room and just hugged the life out of me.

"Steady on, son, not so tight; I can hardly breath. Do you want to kill
your new Dad even before it is official?"

He squeezed again but quite so hard and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Oh you called me son! Did you know that they would give me a medical
before they made it official."

"Not for certain, but if they had not, I would have requested that they
arranged one for you, just to put my mind at rest." I gave him a big grin
and said, "I have to know that you are fit and have no diseases, this way I
can give the report to my doc at home and get you registered."

He said very seriously, "That is why we haven't gone all the way yet isn't
it?"

"You know very well it is and we will not until all the papers have been
ratified and no one can take you away from me. I love you too much to let
this spoil things at this late stage."

"I love you too, dad," and he burst out crying.

I have to admit I had a lump in my throat as big as an apple and my eyes
were watering like mad. I pulled out a tissue from the box on the dressing
table and wiped his eyes and like a little boy put the tissue to his nose
and asked him to blow for Daddy.

He grinned, "I am nearly 14, I think I can blow my own nose." He took a
clean tissue and proved the point and continued, "But I do like the way you
are concerned. Have you any idea about those papers you were given about my
inheritance?"

"Well I've only had a quick look but it was a balance/expenditure sheet
showing how much you have and what has been spent. It looks all above board
and your 'ex old man' has not been ripping you off, if that is what is
worrying you."

Whilst I was telling Wim these facts I was looking at the figures more
closely and I could see they were independently audited accounts with a
yearly audit so he would have to be a good embezzler to get away with
getting a lot of cash from the fund.  I pointed this out to Wim and told
him to mentally apologise to Van der Valk.

"I still bet he had a few bottles of booze out of it."

"Well I'm not surprised, you would drive anyone to drink."

I got a thump in the ribs for my comment, but I knew it was only in fun
because it was followed by a more gentle hug.

"What do you want to do with your fortune?" I asked.

"I want my dad to look after it for me. It will be another four years
before I can do anything with it; but even then, I still think I would want
advice from my dad."

"You are a sensible young man, but together I think that we can make the
money work for you."

"No," he said forcefully, "we can make the money work for US. I think that,
because of all you have done for me, the happiness you have brought me, the
love you are giving me, you should be able to use the money as you see
fit."

I gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek and pulled him to me, "The money is
yours, my love, and it will make sure that you are set up for life. I want
you to keep up with your education and qualify in what ever you want and
then we can discuss what you will do after coming out of university."

"I agree with all you have said except for one thing, you said `what I
would do with the money.' I would like to change that bit to `what WE would
do with the money." Please say YES."

"OK," I said, "but remember four years is a long time and you could change
your mind in that time."

There was a knock at the door. Wim opened it to find Paul and Henk waiting
to come in.

"Can we come in," they chorused and, looking at Wim whose eyes were red
with crying, "Are you all right?"

"Yes I'm fine," he said, "I've been crying with happiness."

"Oh good, are you and Kris going to tell us anything then," Henk wanted to
know.

"Half past 2.00 on Monday, we will know everything and then we will give you
the low down on what has been going on," Wim told them.

The telephone rang. It was Van der Valk telling me that the taxi had come
to take Wim to the medical centre for his examination, Was I going to go
with him? I conferred with Wim and we agreed I would. I told Van der Valk
we would be down in two minutes. The other two boys went back to Wim's
games machine and we went off to the medical centre. It was a private
centre and so there wasn't any waiting and Wim went straight in. He was in
the consulting room for about 20 minutes when the nurse came and asked me
if I would go and see the doctor. I was a little bit worried that he wanted
to see me. I wondered what he had found.

"Come in Mr. Hammond, please take a seat." Wim was fully dressed and sat on
a chair next to the one allocated to me. "I understand that you are taking
the legal guardianship of this young man." I nodded. "Well I am pleased to
inform you that he is as fit as a fiddle and my report will reflect this.
The only things I have noticed and I would like you to keep an eye on are
his tonsils are a little enlarged and his eyes could do with a check in
about six months by a good opthalmologist."

"Tonsils I'm not worried about. Has he told you he will be living in
England?" He nodded. "Well, over there they only take them out as a last
resort, but I am worried about his eyes."

"Yes, over here we only take them out if they really cause problems, and I
don't think you should be really worried about his eyes. He can see with
20/20 vision but I can't check his peripheral vision, I haven't got the
equipment."

"Ah, I see, oh dear, no pun intended, doctor, but I know what you mean.
Every time I go to get mine checked they make me do a test with a machine
that gives random dots and you have to press a button each time you see
one. I understand that when the opthalmologist looks in my eyes at the
retina he thinks I've got tunnel vision, but I haven't."

"You've got it in one," he smiled. "I've done the usual checks with my
limited equipment and he seems fine. I think I maybe being over cautious
but it is better to be safe than sorry.  I will send you my report to the
hotel, you should have it by Monday morning."

We all got up and shook hands, Wim included, and we left. On the way back
to the hotel Wim said to me, just before I asked him - he was reading my
mind again - "Yes, he did do an internal examination and the old sod hurt
me. I told him that he wasn't as gentle as you were!"

"YOU WHAT!" and then I looked at him and he had that impish look on his
face and his eyes were shining like stars and his grin was from ear to
ear. I clipped his ear, "You little bugger, you nearly had me going there."

"What do you mean, nearly, you should have seen your face. I wish I had
your camera with me."

We arrived back at the Hotel. Van der Valk was at the desk.  "Everything go
OK?"

"Fine no problems, I'll get the written report on Monday but a verbal one
said he was 100% fit."

He smiled and nodded and we got in the lift. Wim shouted to him to phone
the boys and tell them we were back. They were waiting at the room door
when we arrived. It was now getting on for 19.30 and my stomach thought my
throat had been cut.

"Anyone hungry?"

Three hungry nosed teenagers hung round my neck. Young Paul said he thought
I would never ask and these days he was always hungry. Even Henk, the quiet
one, was jumping up and down rubbing his tummy and rolling his eyes.

Wim said, "Lets go to a Chinese, there is a good one down the street and
Kris hasn't been there," and he looked at me with a question in his eyes,
"I think."

It was agreed by all and we shot off at a rate of knots. I had not been to
this particular restaurant and the food was good. Wim took great pleasure
in telling the boys about Ho Fun and, as in all good Chinese Restaurants,
in the centre of the table there was a turntable which we had filled with
food. It was one of the few meals that very little was said. We were that
hungry we just ate. I was pleased to see young Paul really enjoying his
food. I knew by looking at the way he put it away he had got over his
hang-up about eating. We, no, I paid the bill and we made our way back to
the hotel. All the boys walked in front of me and were chatting together. I
wondered what they were cooking up, no doubt I would find out later. We got
back to the Hotel at about 23.00, Wim retrieved the room key from behind the
desk and we made our way up to 369.

Wim looked at me and said, "I've had a request from both Henk and Paul and
they have asked me to ask you if you would mind if I slept in my room with
Henk and you sleep in here with Paul. I said I didn't mind if it was OK
with you."

"If it is OK with you, then I have no objections but," and I looked at Paul
and Henk and said, "remember both Wim and I have had a long day and we are
both shattered."

"Then we had better get to bed then," Paul said.

Wim came over to me and put his arms round my neck. He nibbled my ear and
said very quietly so only I could hear, "I will miss you tonight, I love
you very much but Paul thinks the world of you and I think he needs you as
much as I do. I will bring you your breakfast in the morning. Goodnight, my
dad." He gave me a long sensual kiss.  Henk came over and did the same, the
first time he had kissed me since we had returned to Amsterdam. His kiss
was long full of passion, unusual for him! Both boys left and Paul put on
the door safety chain. I turned off the main light and put on just one of
the bedside lamps and stripped off and got into bed. Paul slowly stripped
and then slid in beside me.

"I know you are tired and I thank you very much from the bottom of my heart
for letting me be here with you. All I need is to be held in your arms and
a good night kiss and I think that I will be asleep in seconds."

He snuggled up with one leg over mine, his arm over my chest and his head
angled back so I could give him the requested kiss. It was long and deep
and as was usual with Paul a wet one. I put my arms around his waist and he
rested his head on my chest and he was asleep before me. I was not long in
following him to oblivion.

I was awakened by someone stroking my back. I was laid on my side facing to
the middle of the bed. I had my arm over a delightfully warm body that was
attached to this arm and hand which was stroking my back. I kept my eyes
closed and could feel gentle warm breaths against my chest. It was very
nice. Still with my eyes closed I cuddled closer to Paul's body. I kept my
breathing steady to make him think I was still asleep. I let a quiet "Mmm"
come from my lips and gently pulled him to me. I could feel his warm naked
flesh against mine and his now ample erection against my thigh. I let out
another long low sigh and slid my hand down to cover the cheeks of his
bottom. Still with my eyes closed I rolled over on to my back to see what
the reaction would be. My weight was on his hand which he slowly pulled
from beneath my back. I now was hard as a rock. He felt my manhood push
against his leg that was over my waist. He very slowly slipped over the top
and laid on top of me, one leg at each side of mine. His head came off my
chest and moved up so his lips were next to mine. I slowly moved both my
arms round his body and slid my hands downwards till I reached the cheeks
of his bottom. It was his turn to moan in a low way.

I whispered in his ear which startled him, "What time is it?"

He looked at my watch on the bedside table and said, "6 o'clock, how long
have you been awake?"

"Long enough to enjoy what you are doing," I said making him shudder by
giving him a kiss in his ear.

He was totally relaxed, just draped over me. He said in a very serious
tone, "I know about the rules you and Wim have, he told me about them. If I
ask you some questions will you practice those rules with me please?"

"Of course, I always do anyway," I said again kissing his ear. I wondered
what was coming.

"You really love Wim don't you?"

"Yes, very much and hopefully on Monday afternoon you will find out how
much."

"Do you love me?"

That was a question I hoped he would not ask but in "my old bones" knew it
was coming.  I held him tightly and rolled on to my side. I sat up in the
bed and he sat up next to me, his eyes boring into my brain. I fished
around for a cig and lit it. I thought hard for an honest reply. I put my
arm round his shoulders and pulled him close.

"Paul, there are different types of love," I said gently. "What I feel for
you is a very deep affection. I care for you. I would protect you against
anything. I love having you around.  You brighten my life. Practising Rule
1 if you said who do I love the most you or Wim then I think you know the
answer." I kissed him again and looked into his eyes. They were as bright
as stars in a coal black night. There was a heavenly smile on his face.

"Thank you for being honest and I could tell you were being honest. I know
you love Wim like a son and more, but you have made my life seem worthwhile
with your answer. I will tell you now and Rule 1 still applies, I love you
as much as Wim does and should you ever need me I will always be yours."

He leaned over, took the cigarette out of my mouth and extinguished in the
ashtray and gave me one of his deep, long tongue to tongue wet kisses. The
kiss got more and more passionate. I responded in kind. We started to grind
our bodies together. He slipped his boyhood between the top of my legs and
sucked on my nipples. I ran my fingers lightly down the side of his body
and hit his erogenous zones. He screamed, shook and went rigid.

"Oh my God," he cried, "again--agaaaaaiinn," as I hit them again.

He went wild. His whole body was alternating from rigidity to thrusting. He
was biting my chest, his arms were wrapped round my chest his fingers
locked behind my back pulling his body into mine. It was to much for him. I
felt his hips thrust forward, his back arched and he ejaculated copious
amount of semen between my legs. He collapsed totally spent on top of me.

After about five or six minutes, he had got his breath back and he said in
a low voice in my ear, "If that is what happens when you only have a deep
affection for me, I don't know if I could stand it if you loved me as much
as you do Wim," and he gave me another of his big wet kisses.

As the kiss lingered his hands slid down to my hips and his body followed.
He move his head slowly down to my chest and nibbled my nipples. He let his
tongue lick my navel and then put his lips on my pubic hair and pulled. I
could feel pre-cum oozing from me. His tongue licked the head of my raging
hard-on. His lips slid over the top of my penis and he deep throated me
right down to my pubic hair. His finger pushed up between my legs and
entered my rectum. He sucked and fingered me in unison. It didn't take long
for me to start to come to an orgasm. He sensed my impending state and the
fingers of his other hand hit my erogenous zone. I stiffened, arched my
back and thrust deep into his throat. It was the first time I had cum in
over two days. I shot load after load and he pulled back so he could taste
my seed. He moved his tongue round the head and set me off in a secondary
ejaculation. He moved back up to my lips and gave me a slow long kiss.

We both drifted off to sleep again.

End of Part 1


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