Date: Wed, 30 Dec 1998 15:13:55 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in Old Amsterdam Part 6

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

First may I wish all my readers a Happy and Prosperous New Year

Secondly may I apologise for the late posting of this part. This was due to
a complete computer crash and having to use "the executive override" -
format C - to restore the machine to working order. I have lost a lot of
material 'E mail' addresses in particular. I hope to be fully up and
running by middle of January.

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 6

Wednesday

Today was going to be what I would like call a standard day. Work for me,
school for my son and a relaxing evening for just the two of us. No legal
stuff, no swim meet, no hoards of other kids milling around, just the two
of us enjoying each others company.

It was these thoughts that were passing through my mind when the alarm call
came through. I tripped it. My son was in his usual position and the alarm
caused him to stir. I held him in my arms, he was warm and soft and felt
delightful. What had I done to deserve this? I don't know but I wasn't
going to question the situation. I could feel he was awake but just laid
there relaxed enjoying the closeness of our minds and bodies.

"Morning Wim," I said, "I know you are awake, give your Dad his morning
kiss."

He never said a word and still laid there totally relaxed. I got my morning
kiss on my right nipple. That way he didn't have to move anything but his
lips. I bent forward and kissed the top of his head which made him sigh and
his fingers tightened on the muscle below my armpit. I got another kiss on
my chest and a sleepy voice said,

"Good morning, Dad, I love you," and in the same breath, "what time is it?"

"I love you too and it is time to get up."

"Oh no, can we stay like this forever? I feel so relaxed, so comfortable, I
don't want to move."

"I know how you feel, but it is a work and a school day so we had better get
a move on. Up you get and start the shower."

He pulled himself up so he was over the top of me on his knees, one leg
either side of my waist and his hands on the pillow by my ears. He slowly
lowered his frame till our lips met and he gave me a kiss that I will
remember for the rest of my life. I don't know what was different to his
normal loving kiss but this one just poured love into my body and mind. It
took my breath away. It was so intense that we both lost our morning
erections. He must have realised it was something special because he fell
on top of me and burst into tears. I held him close and said,

"My God, Wim, that was special, I've never had a kiss like that before in
my life and I don't think anyone else in the world could have give it to me
but you.

He stopped his crying and said, "I don't think anybody other than you and
me could do it like that, it was wonderful, I shall remember that one till
I die."

"You and me both," I said, "but we still have to get up."

He slowly rolled off me and put his feet on the deck. I sat up and took the
cig he had taken out of the packet and lit it. He disappeared into the
bathroom and I heard the shower start.  I dotted the cigarette and joined
him in the shower. It was a mixture of a cleaning shower and a loving
shower. We each soaped each other and then used our bodies to work up a
lather and an erection. Arms entwined, lips to lips and hands on our
buttocks we managed to rub our erect penis's together. As a final climax we
each inserted a finger and caused the inevitable ejection. We just stood
under the hot water and let the flow clean away any residue of soap and
semen. As usual Wim stood with his arms aloft waiting to be dried. I
caressed his body dry with a big white bath towel and finished up massaging
his scalp until his hair was dry. I shaved and we both did the rest of the
5 S's

"That was nice," he said, "are you going to have breakfast with me?"

"What an excellent idea," I said towelling my self dry and getting dressed.

Breakfast over Wim gave me a kiss and dashed off to school and I made my
way to the tram and the WTC.

When I got to work as I walked into the first meeting there was a round of
applause. When I asked what that was all about, the Chairman of the meeting
gave me the local paper. There was a report of the swimming gala and it
appeared that my boys time in the relay race was a National Junior Record
but due to the hand timing used at the Meet didn't qualify and could not be
made official. There was also a small bit about me coaching the team and
how I was Wim's new Dad. I suppose the paper had got their information from
the school.

The meeting went like clockwork and I felt a bit like a spare prick at a
wedding as I only had to interject a couple of times on some minor
technical point. As it was going so well it was suggested we have a working
lunch and knock off early. Everyone was in agreement and the days business
was wrapped up by 14.30.

I had a coffee in the office and made my way to the ground floor of the
World Trade Centre. I browsed the gift shops and found exactly what I was
looking for. I had the girl wrap it for me and I put it in my briefcase.

I made my way to the tram stop and hopped on one that was waiting there. It
was the usual journey back to the hotel and I arrived about a quarter to
four. I went to pick up the room key and Van der Valk asked if I had a
minute. We went into the office and he gave me some papers to look at. It
was a rival offer for the hotel. Now I've heard of Dutch Auctions but this
was a real one. The new offer had upped the offer price by 20%. I asked him
if he had been in touch with the legal guys because I didn't know if the
papers we had signed were in effect a legal agreement to sell at that
price. He said he had and they wanted to know if I was in a hurry to settle
as they thought they could do a bit of dealing between the two buyers. I
agreed to call them on the phone, which I did and told the guys as long as
it was legal, screw as much as possible out of the deal and that both Wim
and myself were in no particular hurry to settle. Van der Valk was happy
with my reaction and said he would keep me informed of what was going on.
He also made a comment that Wim seemed to be a different boy and he was
pleased that he had heard him call me Dad. In all the years he had been
with him, he said, Wim had never called him that and it showed how much he
loved me and how much I loved him.

He said something that I would have never thought he would have said, "When
he becomes of age, you will not throw him out on his own will you?"

"Good God man," I said, "I love the boy and it will give me the greatest
pleasure in the world to see him grow into a man. Love can exist between an
old man and a young man, you know. Whatever Wim wants to do, it will be his
choice. If he wants to stay with me till they put me in a box, then so be
it, I'll not complain. Conversely, if he wants to branch out on his own,
get married and have his own kids, or go and live with another guy, then he
knows that I will support him to the best of my ability."

"The kid's gay, he will not look at women."

"He is only 14 and his hormones haven't finished buzzing around his body
yet so we don't know what his sexuality will finish up like, but I couldn't
care two bloody monkeys how his sexuality finishes up. He will always be MY
WIM and I will love no matter what; and he knows that," I said with obvious
conviction.

A little voice behind me said, "Well said, Dad." I turned and Wim was stood
at the office door with a grin on his face. "Have you got the key? I've got
some homework to do but I'll do that in my old room."

"How long will that take you?" I asked.

"About 45 minutes to an hour. When I've done I'll get you to check it for
me. I'll bring it to our room, okay? Oh, by the way, you know you said
David could come round? Well, if he gets his homework done in time, he said
he would like to come round."

With that he dashed off and headed upstairs. So much for a quiet night with
just the two of us, still I did say David could come round and I would take
them out for a meal. I picked up my key and made my way up to our room,
mentally sticking two fingers up at Van der Valk.

When I got to 369 Wim was waiting outside. I was about to ask what the
problem was when he just put his arms round my neck and gave me a kiss and
said he forgot downstairs and then went off to his old room.

I peeled off my suit, shirt and tie, kicked off my shoes and put on a
bathrobe. I felt comfortable. There was a knock at the door and Helga let
herself into the room.

"I've got a tray for you and one for Wim, tea and biscuits, okay."

"Lovely but Wim is in his old room doing his homework."

"That's OK I'll take it to him," and with a smile she left.

I poured a cuppa and savoured it. Whilst here in Amsterdam and when I was
working, tea was a luxury. I got it in the morning and in the evening. Come
to think of it that wasn't the only thing I got in the morning and evening!
The phone rang. I answered it.  It was Wim.

"Dad, can you do equations with two unknowns?"

"Simultaneous equations, yes, why?"

"Well I'm stuck on two of them and that's all I have left to do. Can I
bring them to you to do them for me?"

"Well you can bring them for me to have a look at but I'm not going to do
them for you.  I will point you in the right direction but it is your
homework not mine. I did these over 40 years ago, you wait till you get
them with three unknowns. Come on then son, I'll show you how to go about
them."

"Thanks Kris," and he put the phone down.

I was only half way through my cuppa when there was a knock on the door. I
opened it to find Wim with books in one hand and a tray of tea in the
other. He came in and plonked the books on the table and the tray next to
mine. He poured his tea and looked at me expectantly. We discussed the
maths problem and I showed him a fool proof sequence to follow. As soon as
I had done this you could see the lights come on in his brain and in four
minutes he had completed his maths homework. I was asked to check his work,
which I did, and made him do one again which he had got wrong. A silly
mistake of the wrong substitution. All completed he was over the moon.

"Will you always help me with my homework?" he asked.

"If you get stuck, of course, but I expect you to try on your own first."

"Oh this is brilliant, I've never had someone to help me at home before."

"Well you have now. Come here."

He came across the room and I took him in my arms and gave him a fatherly
hug. He clung on like grim death and his eyes filled with water.

"I do love you and I could tell by the way you were talking to Van der Valk
this evening in the office you meant every word you said. Do you think that
I might change as I get older?"

"There is always the chance, my love, but, as I said, it will not make the
slightest difference to the way I feel about you. When you love someone,
that can never change.  You may eventually hate the way they turn out and
even get to the stage where you can't stand them, but you will still love
them."

"I don't understand that," he said, "but, if you say it can happen, I
believe you; I will make sure that it never happens between you and me,"
and he put his arms round my neck and returned the hug.

"I've got a bit of news for," I said.

"Good or bad?"

"Well good, I think. There has been another bigger offer on the hotel and,
before you ask, I have checked with the legal guys and that can happen as
we haven't exchanged contracts yet."

"Oh goody," he replied with a grin.

"I've also got a little present for you."

His eyes lit up and he jumped up and down and then stopped dead.

"You don't have to keep buying me presents, you know I still love you," he
paused and then with a grin said, "What is it?"

"Well I noticed your other one was almost worn out so I got you this," and
I gave him the Nike sports wallet I had bought earlier in the day. It was
though I had given him the Moon.

"Oh Dad it is fabulous," and his arms were flung round my waist and I was
showered in big smacking kisses.

The phone rang.

Wim answered it and smiled at me and said, "David is downstairs, shall I go
and get him?"

I nodded and he broke the hug and dashed off. I wondered if I should get
dressed or wait and see what we were going to do for the rest of the
evening.

Wim had his key and he let himself in with David close behind. Kevin was
right, David did look shy and he just stood by the door.

"Well come in David, don't just stand there like a spare prick at a
wedding."

This caused a smile and he came into the room closing the door behind him.
He looked at Wim and then at me and then back to Wim.

Wim said, "Well go on then, I will not be jealous and I'm sure my Dad will
respond the way you want him to."

David came slowly across the room and stood millimetres in front of me. My
bathrobe was closed and he pulled the tie so it hung open. I saw him look
to see if I was wearing anything underneath. I was of course wearing my
black briefs so he slid his hands round my waist and under the waistband of
the back of the briefs and on to the cheeks of my bottom. He pulled himself
so his body made contact with mine and looked upwards into my eyes. His
lips puckered and his eyes closed as I put one hand behind his head and the
other on his bottom. I gently pulled his lips to mine, he moaned as our
lips meshed together. His tongue slid ever so slowly into my mouth and he
licked my tongue with his. I squeezed his buttocks and I felt his legs
buckle and his body go limp. I physically had to hold him upright. All his
breath just exhaled from him in a long drawn out low groan.  It seemed ages
before he inhaled again and some semblance of strength returned to his
legs.  His hips pushed against mine and I could feel he was as hard as a
rock. I could even feel his penis pulsing through his jeans. I broke the
kiss and David looked at Wim and said, "Can I have a kiss from you, please
Wim?"

Wim moved close and David removed one hand from me and placed it round
Wim's shoulders. Wim slipped his arm round David's waist and David removed
his other hand from me and turned to Wim. They held each other, lips to
lips, each with a hand on each others buttocks and the other fumbling to
unzip the front of their jeans. I assisted each of them by undoing their
zips. Their jeans dropped to the floor and I could see that they were both
very aroused. I held each of there boyhood's in separate hands. I could see
they were each probing with their fingers and getting very close. All of a
sudden David cried out and, without warning, ejaculated all over my hand. I
gave Wim's a quick squeeze and that was enough to send him over the edge
and he shot his load in my other hand.  David fell back on the bed and Wim
went to bathroom and brought a towel and cleaned me and himself.  David was
still having little spasms and small drops of semen were pumping from his
penis.  His eyes were closed and his legs were shaking. Wim gently cleaned
him with the towel and he opened his eyes.

"Oh shit I wanted this to last all night and all I could do was last about
five minutes," David groaned with tears in his eyes. "Why is it I can't
last like I do when I do it by myself."

I said to him, "Don't worry David, the night is young and we haven't taken
you out for that meal I promised you yet!"

He brightened up and asked if we could go to the Steak House again. Wim and
I agreed and made ourselves busy having a wash and getting dressed. We
arrived at our now local restaurant and I asked if we could have a table in
an alcove to be just that little bit more private. I could see that David
wanted to talk as well as eat. We were shown to a table away from most of
the other diners and it was cosy. We ordered.

David looked at Wim and said, "You know after the swimming gala and Kevy
and Hugh went back to your place, is it true you kicked Hugh out?"

"It is but who told you that?"

"It was Hugh himself. He said that you were frigid and scared of him."

"Bollocks," Wim replied, "you know damn well I'm not frigid! And as for
being scared of him, did he tell you I squeezed his balls till he yelled
and that I twisted his arm behind his back and frog marched him out of our
place."

David looked at me and said, "I talked to Kevy about you and he thinks you
are the kindest man he has ever known and that was all he would tell me."

"That's nice," I said, "but that boy worries me, he seems to have sexual
relations with lots of boys and I'm afraid that he might get hurt or catch
something even worse.  He doesn't seem to have a stable relationship with
anyone in particular."

The starter arrived and we all tucked into half a dozen Oysters each. Wim
smiled and commented that they would do us all a world of good for later
this evening.  David looked puzzled until Wim explained that Oysters were
supposed to be an aphrodisiac.  He said he would like a second helping and
we said he couldn't have one. He pulled a face and said we were mean. Both
Wim and I grinned.

Wim said, "David, will you tell me and Kris about your sexual exploits? We
would love to know."

He thought for a moment and then said, "Promise what I tell you will remain
a secret between just the three of us."

We both nodded in agreement.

"For about two years now, ever since I found out how to masturbate, I have
fantasied about doing it with other boys. I told you it was my cousin who
showed me how but left me to do it on my own. That was fine but the more I
did it the more I wanted someone else to do it for me and the more I wanted
to do it to someone else. Well you know it was you, Wim, who was the first
one to do it for me, but I had done it for other boys. But again, after I
had finished them off, they didn't want to do it for me. Apart from you
two, I've only really done it with two others. You know both of them: Kevin
and Hugh. I like Kevy but Hugh is very domineering, so I've stopped doing
it with him. He has tried to get me up to his flat when his mother is out,
but I won't go anymore. I'm sure he has things that he would use if he was
given half the chance."

Wim said, "So you think that he is into S&M then?"

"I'm sure of it."

"If you are not into that sort of thing, David, then you stay well away
from him," I said, "but I'm a bit worried about Kevin. There again, Kevin
might like that sort of thing."

"I know he doesn't, because he has told me. I would like to protect Kevin
from him, but I don't know if he would want me to!"

"Well," I said, "there is one way to find out and that is ask him. If he
agrees then you would be doing both of you a favour, keeping Kevin from
putting it around and forming a meaningful relationship between the two of
you."

Whilst we had been talking we had chomped our way through three medium rare
steaks and we were waiting for two Knickerbocker Glories and a Banana
Split. I could see that David seemed to be much more relaxed and it seemed
our talk had given him something to think about. The desserts arrived and I
ordered coffee's and, as treat for the boys, I got three small Tia Maria's
which made them both as pleased as Punch.

"What time have you to be back home?" I asked David, looking at my watch,
it still was only 18.45.

"My Mum said I had to be back before 22.30. Why?"

"Oh you may as well come back with us then," Wim piped up and grinned at
both of us.

"That would be super," David said and made a move to leave.

Wim and I followed and I paid the bill as we left. The walk back to the
hotel only took 10 minutes and we made out way up to our room. The door was
locked and the security chain fixed.

"Can we watch a blue movie?" David pleaded.

Wim put on the Gay channel and we all laid on the bed to watch. I had a
horny boy on each side of me. Shoes came off first then T shirts followed
by socks. The boys then removed my belt and undid the top of my trousers.
Wim slowly slid down the zip. Each one of them took a side of my pants and
slid them off. I laid Wim on his back and slid over the top of him, David
moved closer to Wim and we both did the same with Wim's pants.  Wim rolled
over David and I moved to David's side. It was now myself and Wim's turn to
do the same for David. I moved to the middle and the boys cuddled up and we
watched a bit more of the movie. Each boy started to rub my thighs and they
both snuggled their heads into my neck and gave me little sucking kisses.

They moved down to my nipples each taking one in their mouth. I was now
sporting a very rigid hard on and I let my hands slide down each of the
boys' tummies. I could tell that this was having an effect on each of
them. Their breathing became harder and they both moaned in my ear. I slid
my hands under the front of each of their briefs. I held two very hard and
throbbing boyhood's.  David's hand slid up to my scrotum and he gently
stroked and manipulated my testicles. Wim's hand encircled my manhood. It
was my turn to moan in delight. The thumb on Wim's other hand hooked into
his briefs and he started to pull them off. I helped with my hand and, in a
second, he was laid naked by my side. David saw what Wim had done and did
the same. They both hooked their fingers in my briefs and they were gone.
Our hands resumed their positions and we played with each other in a gentle
fashion. Each taking their time, not hurrying, just savouring the delights
of hand and bodily contact.

Both boys worked in unison and slid down so that their lips were against my
rigid penis.  They manoeuvred themselves into to the 69 position which
presented me with two throbbing teenage boyhood's. I slid my hands between
the cheeks of their bottoms and they both pushed backwards and I inserted a
finger in each of them. I took the heads of both their penis's into my
mouth and felt both anus's clamp on my fingers. I could feel two tongues
licking the whole length of my manhood and then two pairs of lips sucking
at my testicles, eventually each one being sucked into a hot mouth. I felt
Wim turn round and move up to my mouth. His lips locked on to mine, his
tongue darted in and out causing our tongues to fence and then curl round
each others. He whispered in my ear "I love you" over and over again.

David put his lips over my manhood and pushed his head down till I could
feel his face against my pubic hair. I couldn't hold back anymore and I
pumped hot juices into David's throat. He swallowed and sucked even harder.
I collapsed in a state of ecstasy and exhaustion. Wim took David's boyhood
in his mouth and started to suck hard.  David realised what he was doing
and took Wim into his mouth. I still had my fingers in both boys so I
manipulated them to their prostates. I could feel them both coming to a
peak of sexual excitement, I pressed the little mounds and their bodies
reacted. Their anus's contracted, they both arched their backs, the muscles
in their legs went hard, their whole frames shuddered as they pushed their
boyhoods deep in each others throats and exploded their boy cum down each
others throats. David managed to swivel round to lay by my side. My arms
went round both boys and we went to sleep.

The telephone woke me and the boys. I looked at the time and it was 21.45,
we had been sleeping for about 20 minutes. Wim answered the phone. He
listened and then said "Ok" and put the phone down. He said David's Mum had
called to check he was with us and not to be late home as it was school in
the morning.

David said, "Plenty of time, let's have another kiss and a cuddle first; I
feel a bit cold."

The three of us held each other close and our body heat did the trick.

"Time for you to get dressed, David," I said and he reluctantly replaced
all his clothes.  "I will see you out," I said putting on some clothes.
"You can keep the bed warm for me, Wim, I will not be long and David's Mum
is correct: it is school in the morning."

Wim nodded and snuggled down beneath the duvet. I took David down to the
lobby in the lift and he just clung to me like a leach.

"Can I see you again before you leave, pleeease!"

"Why don't you have a word with Kevy and suggest that you two come over on
Friday night and stay till Saturday. Wim and I leave on Sunday so it would
give you a chance to talk to Kevin and I may be able to help."

"That would be great, I'll let Wim know if it is OK."

I saw him off the premisses and watched him till he turned the corner in to
his own street.  I went back into the Hotel and up to our room. There was
just a bedside lamp on and slow deep breathing coming from the bed. I
quietly got undressed, went for a leak and slipped under the duvet with my
son. He was in a deep sleep but his subconscious registered that I was
there. He turned over and assumed the Wim position. I kissed the top of his
head and said very quietly "Good night my son God bless" and I joined him
in the Land of Nod.

End of Part 6

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