Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 14:33:29 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Old Amsterdam Part 5

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 5

The Swimming Gala and after!

The alarm went off and my hand automatically tripped it. It was nice not
having to get up straight away. I stretched my legs and pointed my toes.
One hand slid gently down a warm spine and came to rest on a soft buttock.
The breathing was deep and even. I turned to look at him. As usual he was
dribbling on the hairs of my chest. Like all young people from babies
upwards to young men they look gorgeous when they are asleep.  Not a care
in the world and totally relaxed. I kissed the top of his head and felt for
a cig. I moved gently into a sitting position so as not to wake him and his
head moved into my groin area. He was now dribbling on my pubic hair. I
pulled the duvet over his head and lit the cigarette. At least the duvet
protected him from the smoke. I held the cig in one hand and let my other
slide down under the duvet. I fondled his hair and stroked the back of his
neck. I looked at the time, I was going to have to wake him up in a
minute. I wished we could stay like this forever. I felt one of his hands
slide over my stomach and up to my chest, the other came over my hips, he
pressed his body closer to mine and used the hand over my hips to pull
himself hard against me. It was obvious he was awake. I pulled the duvet
back to see a pair of azure blue eyes set in the most handsome, angelic
face, it was to me anyway.

"Good morning, Wim," I said.

He made his way upwards, keeping his body in contact with mine and put his
hands each side of my cheeks. He buried his lips against mine, no tongue,
just lips to lips. He broke the kiss and said,

"Good morning, Kris. Did you sleep OK?"

"Like a log, thank you. Did you?"

"I woke up once about three, I must have moved in my sleep 'cos I was at
the other side of the bed. I panicked for all of 10 seconds as I couldn't
feel you next to me and then I heard you wheezing so I moved to my normal
position. Do you know that when I snuggled up to you, you stopped
wheezing?"

"Then you must sleep with me forever," I grinned.

"Don't fret, I intend to," was his very quick reply. "I'll get up in a
minute and nip down and get you some tea."

"Don't do that son, I'll ring and Helga can bring it up. You go and get a
shower otherwise you will be late. I've all the time in the world this
morning."

"OK," he said getting out of bed, "come and talk to me in the shower.  I
want to ask you about Hugh and Kevin."

I rang room service and Helga answered. I placed the order and she said it
would be about 10 minutes, would it be safe for her to let herself in to
the room. I said I didn't think that either Wim or myself had got anything
that she hadn't seen before, which she giggled at and said she would avert
her eyes if we were naked. Meanwhile Wim had the shower going and I joined
him in the bathroom. I saw no reason not to join him under the flow of hot
water and we had one of our standard cleaning type showers.

"What did you make of the two boys that tagged on yesterday?" Wim asked.

"Well, Hugh had the hots for you and Kevin had them for me," I replied.
"They are a bit young for that sort of thing don't you think?"

"Oh, I don't know," he replied, "I had feelings and was into masturbation
when I was younger than them. I knew I liked males more than females by
then and don't forget I have seen them naked in the changing room at the
pool and they are both well on their way through puberty."

We got out of the shower and was just towelling down when Helga arrived
with the tea and toast. We were both decent and she looked disappointed. I
saw her check both of us to see if we were aroused and satisfied we were
not she smiled and left. I did the honours and Wim downed his breakfast,
got dressed, gave me a kiss and a hug and left for school. I realised that
this was going to be our weekday routine for the next four years at least.
I smiled to myself, I liked it.

I mooched around the hotel and took Wim's accounts to the little room
downstairs. Who ever was administrating them was doing a good job. A larger
portion of the insurance money had been invested and was producing a nice
rate of interest and there was a cash content for contingences. He had,
over the nearly 14 years, more than trebled his original amount. The
outgoings had been kept to an absolute minimum. I tutted, no presents. Well
I had put a stop to that.

Helga poked her head round the door and reminded me of the time and said
she was doing the now famous soup, did I want some. I thanked her and said,
Yes, please, and a couple of sandwiches wouldn't go amiss." I ate my lunch,
went up to 369 and placed Wim's accounts in my briefcase and by that time
it was time to leave for the pool.

The meet was due to start at 14.00 and I arrived at about 13.30 thinking I
would have my choice of seat. I was amazed at the number of adults and kids
milling around when I got there. I managed to get a seat on the second row
near the start/finish line behind a little fair haired kid who would not
block my view. I had just settled down when someone kissed my ear from
behind. I turned expecting to see my Wim, but got a shock to see Kevin with
a big towel round himself and a grin from ear to ear.

"Don't let Wim catch you doing that," I scolded.

"He told me to do it, he is over there -- look."

I saw my Wim with a big grin on his face with the rest of my team.

"Wim asked me to give you this: he has marked off his races and Hugh and I
have marked off ours." He gave me a programme.

"How many races are you lot in?" I asked.

"There are the heats and then the fastest from the heats go into the
final," he explained to me as though I was a moron. I thanked him and he
scampered off to join the others. With the big towel round him I still
couldn't check him out.

I surveyed the scene. I was surprised considering it was a week day the
number of adults there were in the crowd. I saw someone waving to me and
saw it was Henk's dad.  Unfortunately he was at the other side of the
pool. I waved back.  Holland is a cosmopolitan country and the crowd was
made up of "the league of nations" there seemed to be every country in the
world representative there. The programme was set up so the youngest boys
went first so it was the 11 year old's who set the Gala off. Most of them
were all splash and no motion but they enjoyed it. I did notice a couple of
prospects in the heats and as I expected they figured in the finals. One in
particular was very good.

It came to the heats for my first two, Kevin and Hugh or should it be Peter
and Eric. I looked at the programme, yes they were down as Peter and
Eric. They were both in separate heats. It was Hugh's heat first. He was in
the middle lane.  The start signal went and off they went. Hugh was much
quicker than the rest of the boys and when he got to the turn I was
interested to see how he coped. Very well! He even met some of the kids
still coming to the turn. He must have finished 10 metres ahead of the
nearest boy. He looked over at me and gave me the thumbs up sign.

Kevin was next on the blocks. I took a very good look at this boy. He had a
true swimmers build, slim waist, nice legs with some definition to his
thigh and calf muscles. His chest was flat but you could just see the start
of definition there also. His Speedo's were tight and Wim was correct for
his age he filled them nicely. The start signal went off and Kevy sliced
into the water like a knife through soft butter. His rhythm was exactly
right, his breathing superb, his leg kick in the freestyle was text
book. This boy was as good as Wim if not better. His turn was perfect and I
saw him take a look at the opposition and slow down as he was that far
ahead. Well done boy, conserve your energy.

The way the Gala was set up all the different ages did the heats first and
then the finals came last. So my first two were in the finals. The one I
was really waiting for was next.  Again my team had drawn the middle lane.
The order was David, Paul, Henk and Wim.  David got a good start but was up
against another boy who was just that little bit faster than him. When they
got to the turn David turned in second place. He tumbled over and pushed
off and came up at least two lengths ahead of the faster boy.  The change
over was perfect, Paul pulled about another two metres ahead of the next
best team and at the turn went streets ahead. Henk was wound up like a
clock spring. He went down the lane like an express train leaving everyone
in his wake. His turn was spot on and he met some of the other boys on his
way back. Wim dived in and took a steady swim, did a perfectly executed
turn and made it to the end with at least 15 metres to spare.  I was very
pleased.  I looked across at Henk's dad who was jumping up and down like a
two year old, he was pleased too.

It came to the finals. Both younger boys won hands down and I could see a
teacher talking to them. They both pointed at me and then at Wim. He went
over to Wim and said something. I saw Wim smile and nod and the rest of the
boys grinned.  The final of the relay was the last event of the Meet. Each
of my team were obviously keyed up ready to go.  They kept the same order
as the heats but this time each of the boys swam flat out. No looking to
see how far they were in front, total dedication to the race. It was
carnage. The crowd just sat in total silence unable to believe their eyes
that is apart from me and Henk's dad. We were both jumping up and down. As
Wim did the final touch there was tremendous applause as the crowd realised
they had just seen a school record breaking swim. Both Henk's dad and
myself dashed from our seats and joined the boys at the finish line. Wim,
Paul and David hugged me and Henk hugged his dad. Henk's dad said something
to him and Henk came over to the rest of us and the boys got hold of my
arms and raised them in salute.

When the prizes were given out, the school head teacher mentioned that six
of the boys had been given external coaching and the school was going to
try to get me to give the rest of the swimmers some coaching. I smiled at
the thought but it wasn't going to happen. The boys went for a shower and
to get dressed. Henk's dad and I chatted and we agreed that Wim and I would
come back to Amsterdam for Easter, which was late-ish this year. Henk and
Paul went off with Henk's dad, leaving the others with me.

Wim said that David had to go straight home, much to his annoyance, he and
his mother were going out for the evening and he had to get ready but the
other two would like to come back with us as no one would be at their home
till after 19.30 would that be OK with me and he gave me one of his looks.
The five of us walked back towards the hotel. David stuck to me like glue
and slowed me down behind the others. He asked if he could come round one
night before we went back to England, just on his own for an evening with
Wim and myself. I said as long as he got permission from his Mum I didn't
see any problems and we would take him out for dinner. He beamed all over
his face and there was a spring in his step as we caught up with the
others. David peeled off to his house and I got the customary hug and a
kiss. I noticed that Wim was not wearing his watch. I hoped he hadn't lost
it.

"What time is it Wim," I asked. He smiled and put his hand in his jacket
pocket, pulled out a battered wallet, I must get him a new one, unzipped
the side pocket and took out his watch.

"I had forgotten to put it on, I'm not used to having one yet. Will you put
it on for me please Dad?"

As I put it round his wrist he looked at the time and told me it was 16.15.
He knew I was checking to see if he had lost it and the look I got said
volumes.

"I was just a little bit worried that you may have left it at the pool," I
said.

"There is no fear of me doing that, I will treasure this watch for the rest
of my life. Not only is it the first real present I have ever had but my
Dad gave it to me."

We arrived at the hotel and I realised I was ravenous. The boys must be
famished.

"Anyone hungry?" Three faces lit up like 100 watt bulbs and three tongues
licked lips.  From that I gathered they were. "Any suggestions as to where
we should go?" I was dreading the answer. I held my breath. Oh well, Mc-D's
you missed out this time but those guys who started in a wooden hut got the
vote. We all ate our fill of Pizza, large cola's for the little ones and
Wim and I had lemonade. We wended our way back and was up in 369 by 17.40.

"What time have you boys got to be home?" I asked. Hugh said he must be in
the house by 19.30 and Kevy said it didn't matter as his mother wouldn't be
home till after midnight.

Hugh asked Wim if he had a games machine and when he found out he had said
could he have a go on it. Wim looked at me and our ESP went into overdrive.

"Make sure he doesn't get carried away and miss his time to go home," I
said and they disappeared off to Wim's old room. I closed the room door and
Kevy pointedly put on the safety chain. I sat on the bed to see what he
would say or do. He kicked off his shoes and came and sat straddled legged
facing me. His arms round my neck and his head nuzzling into my neck. He
forced me backwards so I was laid on the bed on my back my feet on the
floor. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed upwards arching his back
and forcing his groin into mine. His hips gyrated and I could feel him come
to full hardness. His fingers scrabbled to unbutton my shirt and the top of
my pants. The zip came down in one swift movement. He was groaning and his
whole body was shaking. He fell on top of me, his lips finding mine and his
tongue rapier like darted in and out of my mouth.  I managed to break his
lips from mine and said,

"Kevy, have you done this before?"

"Not with a man, lots of boys but not with a man and I need a man and I've
fantasied about you since I saw you at the pool. Please don't make me stop,
I need you more than you will ever know."

With that he slid down in one fluid movement and pulled off my trousers and
underwear.  I sat up and took off my shirt and commanded him to stand in
front of me. He stood up and I removed his shirt and his jeans. He stood
before me in just his yellow briefs. He was small in height about 5'3" but
perfectly proportioned, a true swimmers body.  I could see he was fully
erect and the head of his uncut penis was showing above the waist band of
his briefs.  I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him against me.  He
moaned and arched his back.  I slipped my thumbs in the waistband of his
briefs and pulled them to his ankles. He stepped out of them and I could
see he was sporting a good 5" of rigid boyhood. His testicles were the size
of small walnuts and were held loosely in his smooth light brown scrotum. A
small patch of blond pubic hair was the only hair on his body. The rest was
as smooth as silk.

"I didn't do anything last night, just in case I got the chance to be with
you tonight. Will you bring me, to a climax. Can you try to make it last as
long as possible?"

I picked him up in my arms and kissed his chest, I nibbled his nipples
which became proud and hard. I let my finger stray between his buttock and
caress his anus. He squealed in absolute ecstasy. His legs thrashed in the
air as I lowered him to the mattress. He was now leaking pre-cum and his
penis was throbbing to his heartbeat. With each pulse more pre-cum came
from the his little slit.

Not knowing the boys history I made sure that I was going to be safe and
made a mental note to check with Wim that he had done the same with Hugh.
With that the telephone rang. Kevy was to far gone to notice and I answered
it quickly. It Was Wim. All he said was "Dad we don't know these guys, be
safe." and hung up. Thank the Lord for ESP. This took less than ten seconds
and I don't think Kevy noticed it happen.

I went back to giving Kevy the time of his life. I turned him on his
stomach and started to lick the back of his neck. I hit an erogenous zone
with my tongue. He went as stiff as a board. I let him come down and
continued down his spine. I spread his legs and licked the insides of his
thighs and went down to the back of his knees. I hit another erogenous
zone.  His body became like a long bow with its string pulled tight. I
flipped him on his back. His tummy was covered in leaked pre-cum. I gently
encircled his boyhood with my hand and started a slow and gentle
masturbation. My other hand gently massaged his scrotum and testicles with
my middle finger pushing his sphincter. He wanted it to last and I felt him
physically force himself to relax which allowed my finger to enter him with
ease. I gripped his boyhood tighter and slowly increased the speed. I felt
his sphincter spasm and grip my finger like a vice. His hips moved in time
with my hand and I felt his testicles move up in his scrotum. He moved
quicker, his body started to go rigid. He held his breath and I moved my
hand at speed. His thigh muscles, his calves and his toes all became as
hard as a rock. He threw his arms over his head and grabbed the bed
headboard, his body arched upwards and he let out a scream of "OOOHH,
YEEEESSS! OH, HEAVEN! OHH! OHH! OHH! OHH!"  With each cry he ejaculated
copious amounts of semen. I stopped my hand round his still rigid penis and
he cried "No, no, go on! I haven't finished." I picked up speed again and in
about 2 minutes the same thing happened again only this time there was
nowhere near as much produced but it was still quite a lot. He grabbed my
hand and stopped me.  He flopped totally spent back on the bed. His hands
came under my arms and round my back. I leaned forward and he just coiled
himself around my body.

"That was out of this world," he said. "Please, oh please, let us do this
again before you go back to England."

"We need a shower," I said. "I'll get one started."

We had just finished our shower and made ourselves respectable when Wim
knocked on the door. As I let him in I noticed he was on his own.

"Where's Hugh?" I asked.

"He had to go," pointing at his watch, "he was probably going to be late
home anyway."

He came in the room put his arms round my neck and gave me a tender kiss,
which I returned with interest, and then sat in the arm chair. He looked at
Kevy with quite a stern look and said,

"I want a serious word with you. I want some answers to a lot of
questions."

"Are these questions about sex?" he asked.

"Yes, they are, and I want honest answers, we have rules about these things
in my family."

"Okay, I promise to tell you the truth," he looked at both of us and said,
"but you must promise me that you will not tell anyone else what I tell
you."

We both agreed to his request and Wim asked me if I wanted to do the
questioning. I told him that it was he who wanted to know, so go ahead and
ask the questions.

Wim settled himself in the chair and started, "How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"How long have you known you are gay?"

"Since I was eleven and that is when I started having gay relations."

"Have these been with other boys or have you had relations with older men?"

"Only other boys -- well up to the age of about sixteen. Your Dad was the
first man I've been with but he didn't go far enough."

"What do you mean he didn't go far enough?" Wim asked.

"Oh what he did was the best ever but it was what I would call 'magical
masturbation' and I didn't get chance to do anything for him."

A look of relief came into Wim's eyes as he looked at me and gave me one of
his 'I love you' looks. He continued with his interrogations.

"Have you had full anal sex?"

"Yes, of course, all the time, haven't you?"

Wim ignored the question and carried on.

"Have you ever had unprotected sex?"

"Only once and that was with a cousin of mine. He was only ten at the time
and his dick wasn't big enough to fill out a condom and he couldn't produce
cum anyway. I always use a condom, my Mother always has a gross (144) box
of condoms in the bathroom cabinet so I always have a supply. She knows I
use them so there is always some available."

"Does she know you are gay?"

"Oh, yes, she has known for about a year now. I didn't tell her she came
home early one night and caught me in bed with someone. She was quite cool
about it but as she works the Red Light District till after midnight I
don't suppose it was much of a shock. She gave me a lecture about safe sex
and left it at that."

"Do you have a steady 'boyfriend'?"

"No, not really, I suppose Hugh and I do it together the most, but he can
be a bit rough at times and when he is in one of those moods I make him
stop. We hang about together at school. David lives near me and I've done
it with him once or twice, but he is too shy and will not let himself go;
David is nice and gentle, I like David."

Wim looked at his watch and said it was about time that he went home as we
had work and school in the morning but we would talk again before we went
back to London.

Kevy got dressed, gave both Wim and myself a kiss and a hug and Wim saw him
out the hotel.

Wim came back to our room, locked the door, put on the chain and stood in
front of me with his arms round my neck. I put my arms round his waist and
pulled him close.

"I love you my son," I said.

"I love you my Dad," he replied.

He turned and sat on my lap with his head nuzzled into my neck, "I didn't
do a thing with Hugh," he said.

"Why not? I thought he had the hots for you."

"Oh, he most certainly did. When we got to my room he went berserk. He
ripped off all my clothes and stripped himself. He pushed me on the bed and
was all over me. He is surprisingly strong. It took me all my time to push
him off. All he wanted to do was screw me. No tenderness, no foreplay, just
pure lust and anal sex. I finished up squeezing his balls and making his
eyes water and then kicking him out. Then I went back to my room and rang
you to warn you."

"Oh, my poor boy," I said pulling him close and giving a long kiss on the
lips. "That is the last time that he comes to see us. Out of that lot I
think that David is the nicest and I feel sort of sorry for Kevin but as
long as I have you I don't need anyone else."

"Let's go to bed Dad and just love each other, will you undress me please?"

I slipped his t-shirt over his head, running my fingers lightly over his
back and letting them run through his hair. I pulled his head to mine and
we let our lips mingle. I undid his jeans and slipped them to the floor. As
I stood up he did the same for me.  We stood facing each other in our
underwear. We were getting in the mood. Our arms wound round each other our
hands sliding down to our buttocks. Our fingers squeezed each of our mounds
and we started to groan. We collapsed on the bed and rolled under the
duvet.  I laid him on his back and keeping my body touching his I slid down
and removed his briefs. I could feel his pulsating penis against my cheek
and I slid my lips over the head.  This brought a sharp intake of breath
and a groan from my beautiful boy. I let my hands move upwards to finger
his nipples which became hard to my touch. He moaned and his hands clasped
the back of my head. I let my tongue play all over the head and I could
feel him start to leak pre-cum.

He moaned, "Make it last, Kris, oh please, make it last. I need you for
ever, oh my God, I do need you. You are my Lover, my friend, my Mentor and,
best of all, YOU ARE MY DAD."

He pulled my head away from him and gently pushed me on my back. He lay on
top of me, spreading as much of his body as possible to make contact with
mine. I felt him totally relax which caused him to feel even closer. With a
feather like touch I ran my fingers up and down his spine. I made sure I
kept away from his erogenous zones, I wanted, as much as he did, for this
session to last as long as possible. It seemed ages since there were just
the two of us and we were revelling in our closeness.

"I want to kiss my Dad all over, I need to kiss my Dad all over," he
whispered in my ear.

He started with my neck, gentle pecking kisses, smothering my face, neck,
chest, arms and then down to my tummy. Here he added his tongue, licking in
my navel sending me to heaven and back. He continued down my thighs and
slid his legs between mine opening up the inside of my thighs. He buried
his head between them and I gently squeezed them against his ears. His
tongue licked all around the insides and moved up to my scrotum. His lips
parted and he took each of my testicles in his mouth in turn. I was now as
hard as I have ever been in my life and was leaking like a tap with a
faulty washer. Suddenly he plunged his mouth over the top of my throbbing
penis and buried his lips against my pubic hair. He applied suction and I
could feel the tingle through my body.  He sensed I was near and let it
slip out. I pulled at his buttocks and he knew I wanted to be in the 69
position.

We shifted to laying on our sides, each with an arm between each others
legs our fingers caressing our sphincter's. Our lips encompassed each
others members and we both pushed back allowing our fingers to enter each
others bodies. What we did then was ecstasy, fingers and mouth's working in
unison, starting so slowly it was hardly perceptible and gradually building
up in tempo till we were both a writhing mass of two loving creatures in
total bliss. It was no good neither could stop or hold back and we exploded
in each others throats. Wim moved like lightning and pushed me on my back
with his last remaining strength and collapsed on top of me, lips to lips
tongue to tongue, my arms round his back holding him close. Our seeds
mingled and as we broke the embrace we both said. "God, I do love you," and
buried our lips together with fire and passion.

After about ten minutes in this delightful position I said, "Whilst we have
each other, my Son, we don't need anyone else."

"You took the words out of my mouth, my Dad."

End of part 5