Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 17:02:38 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Final Part Of "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
be 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 10

The Final Day

It was dark. It was quiet. The only sounds were of three boys and one man
breathing deeply. I could even hear my own breathing. I was laid on my
back, Paul was wound round me, his head on my chest, one arm over my
waist. He was breathing slowly and evenly. He was limp in ALL his muscles
or at least it felt that way. Again the last few weeks went through my
mind. It shows that a little kindness can go a long way. That is a true
statement but this blossomed into something more. Two souls came together
and fused into one.  Even though he was in a bed 10 feet away with someone
else I could still feel his love filling my mind. I hoped even though he
was asleep he could feel mine. I mused about all the boys I had met over
the last few weeks and the things we had done together, not just the sex
but the outings, the meals, the swimming gala, the trust they had put in
me. I wondered if I had taken advantage of them. Were they responding to my
needs or was I responding to theirs? Up until then I had been a totally
heterosexual male.  Okay I love kids, always have done but not in this
way. Maybe I will never know the answer but one thing was fact,
unadulterated fact, both Wim and myself loved each other. The nagging at
the back of my mind will always be there, I must asked my new son what he
thinks, one day!

I turned on my side to face Paul. I let my arm slip over his waist and I
held his warm bottom in my hand. He snuggled closer to me and his arm
tightened round my own waist.  His leg went further over my thigh and
hooked behind my calf. I gently slipped my other hand under his neck and
drew his head to my chest and let my fingers caress his spine. He gave a
deep sigh and his lips locked on to my nipple. I kissed the top of his head
which got another sigh and a stronger suck on my chest. I had no idea of
the time and the watch was on the bedside locker so I stopped what I was
doing and relaxed so I could go to sleep again. Paul moved upwards so his
mouth was next to my ear and this little voice said very quietly: "Don't
stop, please, I love it when you do this."

"I thought you were asleep," I said in his ear so only he could hear.

"I was till you put your hand under my neck and pulled me closer to you."

"I'm sorry I woke you my little one."

"I'm not," he replied, giving me one of his wet kisses. "Let us take it
very slowly and if we drop off to sleep again so be it, but this is
divine."

He slid his hand down my back and held my buttock with a firm but gentle
grip. Every so often he would apply pressure and pull me to him. I matched
his movements.  Our penis's responded to our manipulations. Mine pushed
between the top of his thighs and his up between our bodies. Our lips met
in a passionate kiss, tongues fencing with each others. I rolled on to my
back pulling him on top of me.

"Condoms?"

"On the side table," I said.

His hand felt on the table top and found the packets. He rolled off me and
tore open a packet. He slid down my legs so he was opposite my rigid member
and deftly unrolled the condom the full length. He gave me a packet and put
his hands behind his back and leaned backwards on the mattress, thrusting
his very ample boyhood forward towards me. I obliged and slowly unrolled
the latex over his now throbbing tool. When it was fully home he swung his
arms forward and brought his body in full contact with mine.  This time it
was he who had his penis between my legs.

"Massage me and hit my spots, but make it last, oh please make it last."

I felt him relax, his body just flowed over mine making the maximum contact
possible. I knew from previous times he had four erogenous zones that I had
found. I kept clear of them and used my finger tips to probe the muscles
down his spine working from just above his coccyx slowly up to his neck
were the first zone was. He knew I was close and he tensed and held his
breath in anticipation of the hit that he knew was coming. I stopped short
and felt him relax again and exhale, long and slow in a deep sigh. I could
feel his penis expanding and throbbing between my thighs and I gripped it
with my thigh muscles. He thrust his hips forward and gripped with his
knees. I clasped his buttocks and pulled him into my body. All his body was
vibrating with pleasure, little shudders going through his muscles in
turn. I stroked the back of his neck and licked in his ear and instructed
him in a just audible whisper to relax, like a hypnotist putting a subject
in a trance. It worked, his frame relaxed but his penis stayed rock hard.
We laid like that for a good ten minutes when he decided to take matters
into his own hands. He pulled both of my hands to the cheeks of his bottom
and put his behind my head. He pushed upwards into my hands and I squeezed
his buns. My fingers massaged slowly round to his sphincter and he pushed
further upwards telling me he wanted my fingers inside him. I pushed two
fingers inside and he sat up on his haunches sitting down so my fingers
went all the way in. I let one finger stroke his prostate and I could see
his penis respond with jerking movements.

"Not yet," he gasped. "Let me -- Ooohhh let me--!"

He moved upwards quickly and my fingers came out. He grasped my manhood and
positioned it at his entrance. He smoothly moved downwards and I slid with
ease deep into him.

"YES," he hissed. "Oh, Yessssss."

He sat there for a full minute and then started to move slowly up and down.
Each time pushing his soft buttocks into my pubic hair. I couldn't hold
back and as he came down I went up to meet him. As I was almost at a climax
he stopped and rolled over on to his back keeping me deep inside him. His
legs came round my waist, his ankles locking together and his hands went
round my neck. I was now in the throws of pure lust. I drove deep and long.
He pulled me closer to him, his lips found mine and he sucked my tongue
into his hot, wet mouth. As I pushed in he met my thrusts with his upward
thrusting hips. I frantically groped for his penis and clutched it in my
hand. With our synchronised movements I was masturbating him in time with
our thrusting movements. I could feel both of us coming to a peak. With one
final thrust my back arched and I climaxed, my whole frame shuddering and
jerking to the ejaculation. A fraction of a second after I started my
orgasm he joined me in his. Our bodies were not under our control. We
spasmed, threshed, muscles contracted of their own accord and it seemed to
go on forever. The power drained from us and we both collapsed, totally
spent. We laid side by side facing each other, arms entwined, breathing
hard and went back to sleep, exhausted.

I came back to consciousness to the sounds of moans and heavy breathing
from the other bed. It was just becoming light, that hazy light just before
dawn. From where I was laying I could see the other two boys. Paul had slid
down with his head on my chest giving me an unrestricted view across the
room. Wim and Henk had thrown off the duvet and lay naked on top of the
bed. They well into a steamy session. I could see the perspiration
glistening on their bodies as they ran their hands over each other. They
were laid on their sides facing each other. Henk had his back to me and I
could see the fingers of one of Wim's hands caressing his spine. Henk had a
leg over Wim's hips and Wim's other hand was between his legs with his
fingers probing between Henk's buttocks. I saw Wim probe and hit Henk's
prostate. Henk stiffened and thrust forward, pulling Wim into a body
hugging clinch.

"Not yet," he said in a hoarse whisper, "not yet, I need more than your
fingers in there."

Wim withdrew and slipped off the bed and silently moved over to my bedside
locker. I closed my eyes to stop any reflection, I didn't want to spoil
Wim's fun. He collected two condoms and he saw the two used ones on the top
of the locker. I waited till he had returned to the bed and continued
watching. I heard Wim whisper to Henk,

"It looks as though Kris and Paul have had fun already."

Henk said, "good then they will sleep whilst we have our fun, put it on for
me and I'll put one on for you."

Henk laid on his back with his arms outstretched and his legs wide apart,
his rigid penis pointing up against his tummy. I saw Wim take it in his
hand at the base and the fingers of his other hand tease Henk's pubic hairs
which made him groan in pleasure. He expelled the air from the tip of the
condom and slowly rolled it down to his other fingers. He used these
fingers to make sure the latex was firmly down and his others gripped
Henk's now pulsating boyhood. These manipulations brought another moan from
Henk's lips. His legs wrapped round Wim's waist and he sat up grabbing Wim
round the waist, burying his head in Wim's chest, he pushed forward and Wim
fell on his back. Henk kneeled over him and slid downwards to suck Wim's
hard member into his hot mouth. This caused Wim to groan in pleasure and
his legs extended. Henk pulled off and rolled the latex over Wim's hard
boyhood. They both went into a clinch, hands and fingers probing all over
their bodies. The action became more frenzied and Henk turned on to his
knees, his head on the pillow. His hands gripped the sheets and Wim
positioned himself, doggy fashion and pushed his hips forward. His hands
came round Henk's hips and took hold of his penis. Henk pushed backwards
and upwards and I saw Wim slid deep inside him. Wim stopped as he was a far
in as he could get. He let his body lean on Henk's back and they remained
motionless for a good two minutes. Wim pulled back till just the head was
inside Henk and I could see Henk tense his anus muscle holding Wim's penis
with a solid grip. Wim started to masturbate Henk with slow long deliberate
strokes. The feeling was getting to Henk and he responded by relaxing his
anus muscle and letting Wim slide back deep into him. They started slow.
The rhythm reminded me of Ravels Bolero, the only piece of classical music
written to express the act of sexual intercourse. The speed built up ever
so slowly, Wim's thrust getting harder and faster. I could see his back
start to arch, one hand came round Henk's hip, the other feverishly jacking
Henk's now pulsing boyhood. They both exclaimed within seconds of each
other, Wim deep inside Henk and Henk spasming and shuddering as they both
came to a climax. Henk collapsed on the mattress with Wim still deep inside
him and his body limp over his back. Their breathing slowly came back to
normal and then became slow and regular. They had drifted off to sleep.
After watching that I need a cigarette.  I waited to see if there was any
movement and when I was sure they were fast asleep I slipped out of bed and
made my way to the bathroom, collecting two used condoms my lighter and a
packet of Dunhill in my hand. I flushed the used rubbers down the loo and
sat on the side of the bath enjoying my smoke. I smiled to myself, before a
smoker became the outcast of society that was the last thing most people
did after a sex session, have a cig! Here I was having the a cig and I had
only watched. I must have been there for about fifteen minutes and the
bathroom door slowly opened and my son crept in.  He shut the door quietly
and came and sat on my lap, his head on my shoulder and his arms round my
neck.

"Did you enjoy watch me and Henk then?"

"I hoped you thought I was asleep," I whispered in his ear.

"No, my Dad, I know when you are watching me, I feel your eyes looking at
me."

"I hope it didn't put you off."

"You know damn well it didn't you saw how much I enjoyed it. Do you know
what I was thinking as I came to a climax?"

"No."

"I thought from now on this will be with my Kris."

I kissed his hair and hugged him close. His head leaned back and our lips
brushed against each others. Our hands went gently round the back of our
heads and we had the second of our undescribable kisses.

"Oh! God," Wim exclaimed, "that was like the one we had before, the one
that took our breath away."

I just nodded, my breath had been taken away. When I could speak I said,
"if we could bottle those we would make a fortune!"

Wim felt my back and commented that I was feeling cold. We reluctantly went
back into the bedroom. My bed was empty. Paul must have woken up and seen
that both Wim and myself had disappeared and crawled in with Henk. They
both looked as though they were asleep, but I wasn't sure. Wim and I
slipped into OUR bed and the sheets were cold. Paul had been out of it for
a while. I looked at my watch for the first time, 0530, time for more
sleep. We cuddled up to each other and our combined body heat soon warmed
the bed linen and comfortable in each others arms, Wim in his favourite
position we went back to sleep.

I woke to someone feeling my testicles. I knew it wasn't Wim, he did it
differently. I opened one eye. Our positions had changed. I was still in
the middle of the bed but facing the opposite direction. I could feel Wim
against my back, I instinctively knew it was him.  I felt below the duvet
and came up against Henk's head. So Paul must be administering his
affections on Wim. Four in a bed and this time the little one didn't need
to say roll over, we were in the perfect positions. I glanced at my watch,
as it was light outside and I hadn't a clue as to the time. 0830, good we
had been asleep for an extra three hours and we would not be late for
breakfast or to get ready for our trip to the airport. All this flashed
through my mind as I felt this warm, hard body move up to give me a morning
kiss.

"Good morning, Henk, did you sleep well and enjoy last night?"

"Good morning Kris, yes it was great and I intend to enjoy this morning
too."

"So do I," Paul's voice from the other side of Wim.

I was letting my hands roam over Henk's body as Paul was talking. I could
feel he was developing fast. His muscles were firm and beginning to be well
formed. His thighs were well defined. His calves had a nice shape. On his
back and the muscles at the base of his neck I could feel strength. He laid
there whilst I was running my hands over his body. He slid so he was half
on top of me and I opened my legs a fraction so he could slide his leg over
mine. I could feel his hard erection against my thigh. I slid my hands to
his buttocks and felt him tense them till they were like a rock. I dug my
fingers in and he sighed and relaxed them.

"You are growing up, Henk, your muscles are beginning to become well
formed.  I will have to take a photo of you in your underwear before we
go."

I felt him bristle with pride and he said, "It is all this swimming I am
doing, I don't work out you know, just normal P E at school and the odd
soccer match, but I do a lot of swimming."

"You do a lot of wanking as well," Paul giggled.

"Not as much as you do," was the reply.

"Now boys stop it, otherwise I'm going to get up and have some breakfast."

They shut up like two clams. We all snuggled down again and started the
exploration of our bodies. It was Wim who asked,

"How many condoms have we left?"

"Two," I said, "one for me and one for you."

"What about us?" the other two asked.

"You will just have to make a mess," Wim quipped as he slipped from under
the duvet and passed me a sealed foil package.

Henk took it from my fingers and tore it open. He slid down under the duvet
and I felt him roll it down over my erect member. I could see Paul doing
the same for Wim as they were both on top of the covers. Paul shifted round
so his head was pointing down the bed and turned his body so it was facing
Henk and myself. Henk got the vibes and did the same so both the boys were
on their sides in a 69 position. Wim and I slid behind them. We now had
full access to the rear of each of the boys. Wim mirrored my movements and
we set to work to bring both Paul and Henk to sexual heaven. With feather
like touches I ran my fingers up and down Henk's spine, hitting his G spot
for a fraction of a second. Wim saw what I was doing and did the same for
Paul. We synchronised our movements and more or less hit their spots at the
same time. Henk was now deep throating Paul and Paul was reciprocating. As
we hit their erogenous zones groans of sheer pleasure came from both boys.
Their bodies tensed and shivered and then relaxed.

We continued this for a little while until Paul said to Wim, "I need you
inside me Wim, oh please push it in, push it in deep and pull me to you, oh
God I need it NOW."

As Wim entered him and before Henk could say anything I positioned my now
raging hard on against his quivering sphincter. Henk pushed back with force
and a cry of, "Oh Yes, push harder, HARDER."

Wim's arm came over Paul and grasped mine over Henk. We locked ourselves
together giving both of us power to push hard and deep. Henk and Paul
squealed in ecstasy and pleasure. The action was becoming hot and frenzied.
We set up a synchronised rhythm and our pace increased. The boys gave up
the blow job and their heads and bodies started to thrash around. I used
this opportunity to grasp Pauls hard and throbbing penis. Wim did the same
for Henk. We became a mass of human flesh in sexual heaven. We could feel
ourselves getting close to ejaculation. The pace picked up and four bodies
held their breaths. We simultaneously went rigid, four bodies with every
muscle tensed and the ejaculations began. Hot white shots of semen pulsed
out of both Paul and Henk, their sphincter clamping hard round our penis's.
This sent both Wim and myself over the top and we pushed hard and deep and
shuddered and spasmed into the latex buried deep in each of the boys. Four
monumental sighs came from four exhausted bodies and we ll collapsed on our
backs. The only sounds that could be heard were lungs gasping for breath.

We laid there for a good ten minutes before we had recovered enough to
move.

"I need a shower," Paul said eventually.

"We all need a shower," I said.

"I'm hungry," piped up Wim.

"So am I," said Henk.

"You and Paul hit the shower and when you have finished Wim and I will
follow you in, and then we will go to the dining room for a full
breakfast."

They both dashed off at a rate of knots, the lure of food driving them on.
As they disappeared in to the bathroom Wim slid up next to me and we
cuddled up and just held each other in our arms. I could feel he was
getting cold as the sweat evaporated from his body and I pulled the duvet
over the two of us. He kissed my ear and whispered,

"This is nice, but I don't want a session like that again for a long time,
I'm buggered!"

I could not help myself and replied, "No, my son, they have just been
buggered, not you."

We both collapsed in a heap, tears ran down our cheeks. We laid there till
we heard the boys turn off the shower and we got up and made our way to the
bathroom. Two squeaky clean boys came out of the bathroom and two sweaty
bodies replaced them. As they left I told them to get dressed and be ready
to go as soon as we were ready. Our shower was quick but thorough. Both of
us were refreshed and ready to eat. The other two were sat on the bed fully
dressed and were urging us on to get dressed quickly as they were starving.
I made Henk take off his clothes down to his underpants as I was getting
dressed and he remembered I said I would take his photo. Not to be our done
Paul did the same. I took the photo's and showed them the results. We were
all pleased with the results and I promised to send them some prints when
we got home. Henk suggested that I could E Mail them to him as it would be
quicker. I said I would think about it. We were all dressed and semi
respectable and we invaded the dining room.

After breakfast we used the little meeting room to sit and talk. I
explained what Wim would be doing in the UK and the type of school to which
he was going. It was Wim's choice to go to a Junior Technical College and
then at sixteen move on to a sixth form technical college and from then on
to University. They were both wondering wether they could come over for a
holiday. Wim was insistent that they must. I suggested that they came as a
pair to which they agreed with gusto. Wim sat there with a wistful look on
his face.

"What are you thinking, son?" I asked.

"There is one missing," he replied, "can I call him and invite him round so
he can come and see us off?"

"I don't see why not, there will be room in the car, as long as the other
boys have no objection."

They all agreed and Wim picked up the phone and rang David. He chatted in
Dutch for about 15seconds flat and with a grin on his face put the phone
down.

"He is on his way. He couldn't get out of the door quick enough."

We decided to take a load of group and individual photo's as a memento of
our visit. I checked to see how much space was left on the memory card in
the camera. I changed the card for a 16 Meg one which gave me 24 shots at
high quality which should be enough. As I had done that and showed the boys
how it was done the door opened and in dashed a very breathless David.

"I ran all the way," he gasped, "the only thing is I haven't had a shower
as I was just getting out of bed when Wim called. Can I use yours?"

"Can I try to use your camera, Dad?" Wim asked, "I can take a few shots
while you let David in to our room for his shower."

I gave him the camera with strict instructions not to drop it and to make
sure the strap was round his neck and took David up to 369.

Going up in the lift David put his arm round my waist and pulled himself
close to me. As we left the lift he still clung to me like a limpet. I
opened the door and we went in. He put the chain on the door and commented
he didn't want someone to come in whilst he was in the shower.

"Will you stay and wash my back for me please?"

"If you want me to," I said.

He stood in front of me and slowly stripped of his clothes. He got down to
his briefs and I could see he was aroused. He came and put his arms round
my neck and looked up into my face. I slid my hands round his waist and let
my fingers walk down his spine to cup his buttocks in my hands. He groaned
and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I hooked my thumbs round the top of
his briefs and slid them as far down as my arms would let me. He pushed me
lower so my lips were nibbling on his nipples and this allowed me to push
his underpants so he could step out of them. His body was quivering with
passion. I cupped his testicles in the palm of my hands and gently pulled
the loose skin. He let out a groan through an open mouth and pushed his
body closer to mine.  I was now on my knees with his throbbing penis trying
to find my lips. Glistening beads of pre-cum were leaking from the end and
his testicles were rising in his scrotum. I stroked the back of his legs
and behind his knees going up to his buttocks and down again to the back of
his knees.  The second time I hit his knees he just collapsed over my
shoulder, his hands in a fist gently pounding my back and moans of delight
coming from him. I slipped a finger between his buttocks and stroked his
sphincter. I could feel it twitching as it contracted and relaxed. I pushed
and with very little pressure my finger slid into him. He was in need of
more than one finger so I pushed in a second. His muscle clamped tight and
he pushed his throbbing member into my face. I opened my mouth and slid my
lips over the end of his penis. He held his breath and went rigid. I let
him push as far as he wanted and he then pulled back causing my fingers to
go deeper. His breath came in short gasps and between the gasps he would
whimper and sigh. I had one hand at the back and the other was gently
supporting his scrotum. With a single movement, he pushed forward, I
sucked, squeezed his testicles and hit his prostate. That was the final
action. His body went like iron, his muscles contracted and he shot time
after time into my waiting mouth. He fell backwards on the floor with his
muscles still spasming and hot white fluid pulsing from a throbbing penis.
His legs, arms and stomach muscles were totally under control of sexual
frenzy. He eventually relaxed and sighed,

"Oh Kris that was fantastic, out of this world."

He crawled over to me as I was still sat on my haunches and just held me to
get his strength back.

"I must have that shower now."

He got up and went into the bathroom. He called out and asked me to wash
his back. As I entered the bathroom he had his back to me so I washed his
back and between his buttocks and the back of his thighs and calves. He
turned round and he had a big smile on his face and he was pointing to his
pubic area.

"Look," he said, "I've beaten Paul."

It was true he had. He was now showing a down of very blond pubic hair and
he was very proud of it.

"It comes to all of us in the end," I smiled. "You are growing into a man."

He towelled himself down and asked me to dry his hair and then got dressed.

We joined the other boys in the conference room and I had a look at the
photo's Wim had taken. The result he had achieved were very good and he was
very pleased with himself.

"Can I have one of these when we get home, pleeeease Dad."

"I suppose you had better have one otherwise I will never be able to find
mine, you will always have it."

I set the camera on a table and arranged the boys in a group. I set the
self timer and joined them. It was a good group shot. They all wanted a
copy. When we got home I would show Wim how to download them and print them
off and then send then off to the boys.

The three of them stood in front of me and like a junior male voice choir
they sang in unison: "THE HUT"

The time had crept round to midday and I must admit I was hungry too. The
people at "The Hut" saw us coming and dashed to fill up the hot plate. We
were getting a reputation. It reminded me of my friend in LA and his lot.
They went on a trip to Las Vegas and his boys and a couple of their friends
did the same at a Chinese, they ate the restaurant into bankruptcy, well
almost. Eat as much as you like for a fixed price. When will they learn
that teenagers have an appetite like a horse.........a big horse! As usual
they recouped some of their losses with the ice cream and my coffee. I told
the waitress this was the last time for a while that we would be coming and
I'm sure she muttered "thank God" as I paid the bill.

We arrived back at the hotel just in time to see Henk's Dad pull up in his
car. The boys dashed in and up to the room. Wim called out that he would
make sure he had all our things and I need not come up.

I went in to the office and said my goodbyes to Van der Valk. He wished me
luck and told me he had made an offer on another Hotel in what used to be
called the Dutch East Indies.  He said it was warm and the pace of life was
much slower over there. I wished him luck and told him to let me know how
he got on. He promised to do so. Wim came in the office and shook his hand
and said goodbye in a very matter of fact way and then took my hand and
pulled me away.

"I suppose you would have made me do that if I hadn't done it myself but I
feel nothing for him even after nearly 14 years. Funny isn't it. Now if I
had to leave you I would be crying my eyes out and kicking and screaming
... DAD."

As we were about to leave I saw Helga stood in the lobby. I smiled and she
came over. She took Wim in her arms and gave him a loving hug and a big
kiss, "Look after yourself," she said and came and gave me a kiss, "and you
look after him" and she gave Wim another hug and a kiss.

We took one more look at the hotel and left for the car. On the way to the
car Wim asked, "I've just thought; am I English now?"

"No you are not, you are still Dutch, but I think that you can become a
British citizen if you apply for Naturalisation. We must ask George, he can
find out. I think you can have dual nationality.

"Oh that sounds great, I hope I can. Can I have two passports then?"

"If you get British citizenship then you can have a Dutch passport of right
and an a UK passport because of your citizenship. Why do you ask, you
haven't forgotten your passport have you?"

"No, I've got it in my wallet, shall I give it to you and we can both go
through at the same time?"

"No you keep it, you go through the blue Chanel any way. You've done it
before, have you forgotten?"

"The last time I was in a daze, I don't even remember anything till we got
to your, oops, our house."

We were walking as we were talking and arrived at the car. Wim got in the
rear with the other boys and I got in the front with Henk's Dad. The
journey to the airport was uneventful and we checked in. With only hand
luggage we were given our boarding passes and that was it. The flight was
on time and would start boarding in about 10 minutes.  Another advantage of
Diamond class and only hand luggage no long wait to board. I said my good
byes to Henk's Dad and told him I would see him soon, during the kids
Easter break. The other three followed us to the departure area. We were
like a huddle on a football field when they call the play. All stood in a
circle with our heads down and our arms round our shoulders. David, Paul
and Wim had tears in their eyes and Henk must have had a lump in his throat
because all he could do was grip me tightly. I cheered them all with the
thought that we would be all together again in about a month. There were
kisses all round and we heard the flight being called.

Wim and I made our way to the gate and I took the opportunity to grab a
last gasp of a cigarette before we took our seat. We were situated at the
front of the aircraft and there were only 2 seats at one side and two at
the other with plenty of room. Wim didn't notice me have a quick word with
the Purser before we sat down. I took out my handkerchief and wiped his
eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek,

"You okay now?"

"Yes, thank you, Dad, I'm fine now, but it was a bit sad wasn't it?"

"Parting is such sweet sorrow," I quoted from somewhere. For the life of me
I couldn't remember where, some play or book or something!

The doors closed and the engines started and the aircraft was pushed back
from the stand.

"This is the bit I like," Wim said all excited, "I love to feel the
acceleration as it powers down the runway, it almost as good as the back of
the BMW."

I called "rotate" and the nose wheel came unstuck and we soared up into the
wild blue yonder. The grin on Wim's face was almost from ear to ear. We
levelled of at our cruising altitude and the seat belt sign went off. The
Purser came to our seat and asked Wim to follow him. Wim looked at me all
confused. I just smiled and nodded. He got up and followed the guy to the
front. He opened the cockpit door and Wim was ushered inside. He was in
there for a good 20 minutes and as the flight is only 45 minutes I wondered
if he was going to land the plane at Heathrow. As he came out of the
cockpit the seat belt signs came on again and he dashed to his seat. He
started to gabble at fifty to the dozen telling me all about the type of
engines, the inertial navigation system, way points, the auto-land
equipment, flaps, slats you name it he had taken it all in and he finished
up with,

"Dad, I want to learn to fly. Can I, Dad, can I?"

"When you are old enough of course you can," I interrupted his flow.

"How old have you to be?"

"Seventeen before you can go solo, but you can fly with an instructor from
15, I think. Lots of kids who are keen do everything they have to and try
to go solo on their seventeenth birthday."

He sat back and closed his eyes and I could see that in his minds eye he
was flying his own plane all on his own. Oh the exuberance of youth!

The aircraft descended on the glide path, made an excellent landing and
taxied to the stand.

So here we were back in the UK at the start of a new era in both our lives.

We arrived home and as the front door closed Wim put his arms round my neck
buried his lips into mine, broke the kiss and said,

"I love you Dad."


The End


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I have many readers ask if this is the last in the series of Wim and
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