Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1998 21:46:15 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: The Breakfast Meeting part 1

New story "The Breakfast Meeting" (m/t) (t/t) (con)

This story was inspired by 3 stories I read on the Nifty site which I
recommend. The stories were On a wing and a prayer', Caring for Cody' and
Codys Companions'. In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure
fiction and should read as such.It does not mean the author promotes sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys. Some of the other stuff is
factual, Well Amsterdam is still there and aeroplanes fly. If sufficient
interest is shown it could be the first of a series.

If you are not of a legal age etc. or are offended by homosexual behaviour,
man/boy relationships etc. etc then go away and read the works of
Dr. Sigmund Freud it might open your eyes and mind.

              The Breakfast Meeting  - Part 1
                      by Storyteller_2

Chapter 1

The journey

It was 1630 hrs on a mid February Sunday afternoon and I was sat in a
Diamond class seat on a Boeing 737 at 23,000 feet over the North Sea
heading East- totally pissed off! London Heathrow to Amsterdam Schipoll the
sort of flight that was like driving up hill and coasting down the other
side. The driver' - pilots hate to be called drivers- would open the taps,
climb to a pre-determined height, then pull back the throttles and coast
down the other side. If they got it right the only work they had to do was
taxi from the stand to the threshold, take off, land and taxi to the
gate. It's a good job that the flight is only about 50 minutes because that
is about the maximum time I can last without a cigarette especially when I
was pissed off. Why was I pissed off?  I'm a semi retired
Telecommunications Consultant and only work when I have to or when a job
intrigues me.

The job intrigued me and the money would come in handy too! I won't bore
you with the technical details but it was right up my street, a similar
type job that I had done all over the world in the 35 odd years in the
business - easy money - so I accepted.

I'd got the call on the Friday night at just after 10 in the evening - that
should have rung a bell (no pun intended)-

"Could I make our first meeting this coming Monday at 8 30 am"

"Yeah no problem" I said. "Where is the meeting?"

"The World Trade Centre in Amsterdam" he said. "I've arranged that you can
pick up a ticket from the airline desk and the airline has booked you into
a hotel somewhere in Amsterdam. They'll tell you where".

"What time is the flight?" I said, doing a swift mental calculation,
thinking that it would a very early start Monday morning.

"About 1600 I think, but have you got a pencil and I'll give you the
booking details, you can confirm it with the airline desk. See you Monday
at 8.30" and he rang off.

So here I was at 23,000 feet on a mid February Sunday afternoon on my way
to Amsterdam with an open return ticket back to LHR, a booking in an
unknown type of hotel in Dam Square and a faxed agenda for the Monday
morning meeting. The only saving graces were, the aircraft was on time, I
had my quota of duty free booze and fags. For my American readers fags are
cigarettes.

I will never forget the face of a lady receptionist at the Holiday Inn on
the US 90 in Louisiana when I asked her where I could get some fags. With a
very quizzical look she asked how many I wanted and when I said 200 and
waived a pack of 20 at her she killed herself with laughing and said
something about Skags Albertson in the mall in the next block and
disappeared to change her nickers. After living in the States for over 3
years on and off I can now speak English, American and Profane and I'm
fluent in all three. It's a good job I am because this Company I'm working
for is an American run outfit.

The throttles closed, the flaps came down, there was a clunk as the
undercarriage locked into place and if the driver' didn't have it on auto
land then he made quite a good job of it. One thing I like about Schipoll
is as you exit the gate there is a smoking area right in front of you. You
can tell the smokers as they come off the plane, they all have an unlit fag
in their mouth and a lighter in their hand.

With travelling a lot, on short trips like this, I can manage to get all I
want in my hand baggage so it cuts out the hassle of waiting for your hold
baggage and the exit through Customs and Immigration is much smoother. With
the joy of my nicotine injection via my wheezing lungs I made my way out of
the Airport and gave a taxi driver the name of the hotel.

I like Holland. I like the people. I like their sense of humour. I like
their liberal outlook on life, work ethics, sex, soft drugs - which I have
never smoked. It's bad enough with the cost of ordinary cigarettes let
alone the cost of pot as well, but to each his own.  Oh yes and 99% of them
speak better English than I do. When I was working with the Dutch in the
Far East I asked a guy to teach me the basics, you know, good morning,
thank you, good night, do you fancy a bit etc. but he said I would be
wasting my time as I couldn't pronounce any of it and anyway they all spoke
English. He was right, they did and I couldn't.


Chapter 2

The Hotel

The taxi ride took about 35 minutes. He dropped me off and the end of a
little narrow street and said that the car couldn't get down the street as
it was too narrow and I would have to walk the rest of the way but it
wasn't far.

He was right, the hotel was about 50 yards down the street. I took one look
and thought well this is not the Hilton or the Ritz. It had a sign giving
its name and a small door leading to a lobby that you couldn't swing a
mouse round let alone a cat. It was about the size of a broom cupboard. I
gave the guy behind the desk my name and he confirmed I was booked in but
only for the one night.
 
"That's fine I said but what if I wanted to extend the visit had he still
got some space for the rest of the week".

"In February sir you can stay for a month", he said with a grin.

"Fine" I said "so I've got your best room then".

"Well it is quiet and you won't be disturbed and the nearest room that is
occupied is one floor down and at the front. I'll get someone to show you
to the room, take the lift to the 3 rd. floor and someone will meet you
there".

The lift said it had a maximum load of 5 people. Now I'm not tall about
5'9" but a bit over weight 13 stone (182lbs) and two of me without luggage
would fill it.  Still it worked. It stopped at the 3 rd. floor and the door
opened. I moved my baggage outside the lift and stepped out. Not a soul was
there. I didn't have a key and didn't even know what the room number was!

The lift left.

So there I was on my own standing like a spare prick at a wedding!

I waited. I heard the lift start up again and it stopped at the 2nd. floor
and then continued up to the 3rd. A very flustered young man got out of
the lift and asked me my name in perfect English. I told him and he was
full of profuse apologies. He said he was sorry he wasn't there to meet me
but my room was locked. He had to go and get the key as someone had
borrowed his pass key and the room key was at the desk down stairs. He
picked up my bag and asked me to follow.

I did and as I followed him I took a closer look at this young man. He was
about 5'3", very young, about 12 or 13 at a guess, light fair blondish hair
which was wavy and down to his collar, slim waist, about 5-1/2 stone (77
lbs) and as far as I could see nicely proportioned.

He unlocked the room and deposited my overnight bag on one of those stands
next to the wardrobe. He showed me the on suite bathroom which to my
surprise was very nice with a full suite and a power shower over the bath
with a glass screen. The room itself was not large but big enough, about
half the size of a Holiday Inn King size room. It was warm with 2
radiators, a dressing table, bedside cupboards with table lamps and a 25"
colour TV with cable. He explained that the first 5 channels were free but
with a grin said if I wanted any of the other channels they cost extra and
would be put on the bill.

I took a good look at his face for the first time since we met. He had
clear deep blue eyes, a very nice shaped mouth with lips that were not too
thin, a nice shaped nose and face and pure white even teeth which any
Orthodontist would have been proud. The only thing that spoilt him was a
very angry looking red mark that was visibly appearing on his right cheek.
As I watched the red mark started to show the shape of a hand and fingers.
I went over to the door and shut it.

"How did you get that"? I demanded.

"Oh it is nothing sir", he said looking down at his feet and putting his
hand up to his face.

"Come here I said and he just stood there. Do as you are told, I said it
little more forcefully, come here".

He moved slowly towards me and stopped just less than an arms length away
from me. I put the back of my hand gently on his cheek and it was burning
like a fire. I gently guided him into the bathroom and sat him down on the
side of the bath. I took a face flannel and soaked it in cold water and
applied it to his face.

It took about 45 seconds for the cold flannel to become quite warm. I re-
applied the cold compress about four or five times before the redness
started to go away. All this time he just sat there not saying a word just
looking into my eyes with that appealing look of a hurt puppy dog.

"You are going to have a bruise there in the morning" I said.

"It won't be the first time" he mumbled in a low voice.

"Now are you going to tell me how you got this?".

"My father owns the hotel and when I'm not at school I have to help out as
a porter, room service waiter and in the kitchen. I forgot your key and had
to go and get it and my father told me I was stupid and slapped me across
the face because you had already gone up in the lift and would be waiting".

"So you live in the hotel then?" I asked.

"Yes sir".

"How old are you and what is your name?".

"I'll be 14 in April and my name is Wim, he spelt it out for me, but in
English it is pronounced Vim, he said. Please don't tell my father that I
told you this otherwise I'll get an even worse beating".

I promised that I would keep it to myself and I could see the relief in his
eyes and face but I was furious that in this day and age and in what is a
most civilised part of the world that beatings and child labour was still
practised. Maybe I was over reacting and this was an isolated case but
still it shouldn't happen.

I put my hands round his shoulders, pulled him up into a standing position,
thanked him for showing me my room. He said that he must get on with his
chores otherwise he might get a matching hand on the other side of his
face.

I took him to the door and said, "if you do, come and see me and I'll cool
it down for you". He gave me a stunning smile, thanked me for being so nice
and with that he was gone.

I sat in one of the two he armchairs in the room and just thought and
thought and got more and more annoyed. I hate to see children hurt. There
is no need for it. The power of speech and reasoning works wonders there is
no need to resort to violence. A slight tap on the backside through a pair
of pants at a retreating child to re-enforce a point maybe but to really
hurt - no way!

I looked around the room and on the dressing table was the usual folder
with information. There was one on the TV channels and instructions on how
to get the special pay channels. There were two, both sex related, one for
heterosexuals and a gay channel. It appeared that there were two films per
channel and the films were changed each night at midnight. I looked at the
time and was amazed how the time had flown since I touched down at
Schipoll. My watch said 8 30 pm and then I remembered that I was on GMT
which meant it was 9 30 pm local and I hadn't eaten since 1200 GMT. I was
slipping if I wasn't careful I would lose weight :)!


Chapter 3

The Meal

I looked out of the window to see snowflakes coming down so that meant it
would be a good idea to eat in.  I remembered that Wim said that he doubled
as a waiter so there must be a dining room somewhere in this hotel. I
grabbed the phone and called the desk only to be informed that the dining
room was just closing and last orders were taken at 8 30 pm.

"Do you do room service?" I asked. "There is no menu here in the room".

"Yes sir, up to 10 30 pm. I'm sorry there isn't a menu, there should have
been one in the information pack, would you like someone to bring you
one"?.

"Yes please how long will it be"?

"Within the next 5 minutes Sir".

"Thank you" and I put the phone down. I've been in hotels that promise
service within 5 minutes and after 3 phone calls and an hour later
something had happened. I took off my jacket and tie, slipped off my shoes
and prepared to wait. No sooner had I sat back in the chair when there was
a knock on the door.

"Come in", I called and someone put a pass key in the lock and opened the
door.

Who should walk in but Wim. He had a big smile on his face and still a red
patch on his right cheek.

"Come in Wim and close the door".

He held out a printed room service menu and I asked him if he would wait
while I made my choice.

"What's good to eat tonight?" I asked.
 
"Depends but if you are hungry the homemade meat and vegetable soup with
crusty bread is a meal in itself and it's quick", he said with a grin.

I agreed with his choice and off he went to the kitchen. Whilst he was gone
I undressed, hung up my office suit got out a pair of tracksuit bottoms and
a tee shirt. I felt much more relaxed. True to his word there was a knock
at the door and in walked Wim with a tray. On the tray was this huge bowl
of steaming soup which smelt like heaven. The bread was fresh and crispy.
Wim stood whilst I took a sip and I could see a question mark in his eyes.

"It is delicious Wim, thank you and you were very quick".

"I got it myself and dug down to the bottom of the pot so you got a lot of
the meat and vegetables", he said with a smile.

"You are a good man" I said. He still stood there shifting his weight from
one foot to another and I suddenly realised he was waiting for a tip. I got
up and fished out my wallet and got out a 10 Guilder note and offered it to
him.

"Oh no sir thank you all the same, he said there is a service charge on the
bill and I'm not supposed to take tips".

"Then why are you stood there like a cat on hot bricks?"

"I really shouldn't ask you this and if anyone found out I would be beaten
but when I come off duty tonight may I come and talk to you if you are not
too tired?".

Now I was interested. Why would this delightful nearly 14 year old
youngster want to come and talk to me?

"As long as you get sufficient sleep because it will be school in the
morning".

"Oh that's OK I never go to bed before 1 00 am anyway", he said.

"Let me tell you young man I'm usually in bed by 10 45 pm every night".

"Yes but you will be on your own tonight", he said with a grin.

"More's the pity", I said. "Off you go and I'll see you just after 11 00".

 With a biggest smile I had seen so far showing those perfectly white even
teeth he dashed out of the room. The soup was good and it was filling. I
peeled off my clothes and took a shower. The bathroom had a full length
mirror - God I was getting fat - no that's a lie I had got fatter. Oh there
it is! I think it was the first time in months that I had seen what I had
below my gut.

 I looked again, my legs were fine, nice calves good thighs, the muscles
were well defined and still quite hard, all my own teeth and a good head of
hair just going grey at the temples. The upper torso wasn't too bad it was
just my god damn belly I had to do something about. Too much good food and
not enough bloody exercise I thought. I blame it all on the Coon Ass
cooking in Louisiana.

When I was working down in the Southern States I put on 25 lbs in the first
5 weeks, Shrimp and Occra Gumbo, King Crab legs, Surf and Turf , Cheese
cakes Cherries Jubilee etc. etc. and that was 15 years ago and I still
haven't lost it. My mouth still drools when I think of it. I towelled down,
had a pee, pulled on a pair of clean boxers, brushed my teeth, cleaned my
spectacles and dug out my bath robe. I was really relaxed now. I climbed on
the bed it was 10 45 pm and my bed time.

I had a new job to go to in the morning, a schedule of three meetings which
would last most of the day and then a flight back to London. I had agreed
to talk to a kid I didn't know, hadn't a clue what he wanted to talk to me
about. I must be mad but he was a lovely looking kid and he had been
slapped about a bit. Oh well we will wait and see.  The time was coming up
to 11 00 pm.


Chapter 4

The Questions

It was 11 05 pm. when there was a knock at the door and the pass key was
operated.

"Is it OK for me to come in".

"If it is you Wim, yes, anybody else piss off". He giggled and came in.

"Can I put the chain on the door please?, he asked. I know this is the
quiet part of the hotel but if someone comes looking for me I can hide in
the bathroom whilst you get rid of them"

"Fine by me", I agreed.

He put on the safety chain and came into the room. He had changed from his
work clothes, white shirt, black bow tie, black trousers and shoes into a
yellow tee shirt, light blue Lee jeans and a pair of dark blue Adidas
trainers with white stripes. He came over to the bed and sat at the end
near my feet.

"Can I ask you some questions?", he asked.

"Why me?", I replied.

"I like you, you seem a kind man and I feel that I can trust you. I don't
think that you would hurt me, not after the way you looked after my face
and I saw how angry you were. I was worried that you were going to go down
and have a go at my father".

Little did he know how near he was to the truth, I was going to do just
that but thought better of it.
 
"Shoot, I said but I may not be able to answer all of them".

It now became a game of twenty questions.

"Where do you live?".

"You can look that one up in the hotel register. What is written down there
is my correct address".

"Are you married?"

"No"

"Have you ever been married?"

"No"

Why'?

"I've never been in one place long enough and I've always practised you
don't have to buy a book when you can go to a lending library".

He looked a bit puzzled with that reply and you could see the wheels going
round in his head and then the penny dropped. He smiled and carried on with
his interrogation.

"Do you live alone?"

"Yes".

"Don't you ever get lonely?"

"Not very often, sometimes, but my son and daughter in law and grandson see
me at least once a week and I'm involved with a lot of local people so it
is rare that I get lonely".

"I thought you said that you had never been married".

"Now Wim, I said if you and I are going to have this chat let me lay down
one very important rule, OK?"

"OK", he said.

"I promise not to tell you any lies and you must promise not to tell me
any, agreed".

 "Agreed".

"OK when Phillip, that's my son, was 14 his parents were killed in a car
accident. His only other relative was his great grandmother. At the time
she was 86 and couldn't look after him and as I was his God Father I became
his Legal Guardian. He could have left me when he was 18 but he didn't
leave till he was 24 and that was to get married. He is now over 30 and
happily married and lives about 5 miles from me and I love him like he was
my own son".

"OK so you like kids".

"Oh Wim what a silly question, no I hate kids!, I can't stand them!, when
they come near me I beat them to death!, that is why I tended your beaten
up face, that's why I kicked you out of my room, that's why you are sitting
here now putting me through the Spanish Inquisition, of course I like
kids".

"Do you like boys more than girls?"

Now that was a loaded question and I had promised to be honest. I thought
for a while as Wim looked on.

"Not exclusively, I said, but on the whole yes I suppose I do".

He breathed a sigh, smiled and moved further up the bed so he was sitting
by my side, back towards me with his feet over to one side on the floor.

"Can I show you something?".

"If you want to".

He kicked off his trainers crossed his hands and pulled off his tee shirt.
His back was towards me. I just could not believe my eyes. All across his
back were red wheals from what looked like either a cane or some sort of
stick. They looked fresh. I was just about to say something when he stood
up, undid his belt from his jeans and slipped them down to his ankles.

He was wearing very clean white tight briefs over a very nice shaped bottom
but I could see the tops of his thighs were red raw with the same marks. I
gently pulled his briefs down over the cheeks of his bottom only to see the
same marks across both buttocks. I very gently pulled his briefs back up
again and told him to turn round. I stood up and put my arms round his neck
and pulled him to me.

He put his arms round my neck and started to cry. His body was racked with
sobs and tears ran down his cheeks and down my chest. I hugged him closer
and let him cry. I wanted to cradle the boy in my arms but I knew if I did
I would be putting pressure on his wounds and that would increase the
pain. I gently felt his back and the back of his legs. I put my hand down
the back of his briefs and all over the back of his body was like a fire.

"Come with me son", I said. I took him into the bathroom and washed his
face. He looked up and stopped crying.

He gave me a weak smile and said "I knew you hated kids".

A large bath towel was soaked in cold water in the sink and I very
carefully removed his briefs. I hadn't seen the front of him until now and
wondered what I would see. I'm pleased to say that there was not a mark on
his front. I draped the cold towel long ways from his neck down to his
bottom and gently patted the terry towelling on his damaged back and
buttocks. He sighed and thanked me and said that it was feeling better
already.

While I was doing all this I took a good at this lovely boy. He was
beautifully proportioned, nice smooth chest with just a hint of definition,
slim but well formed arms, nice hands with long delicate fingers with well
manicured finger nails, slim waist, slender but well shaped hairless legs
and delicately shaped feet. He was circumcised and about 31/2" flaccid with
a nice patch of fair curly pubic hair. His hairless scrotum held two nice
sized testicles about the size of small walnuts and because of the cold
towel were held close to his body. He was well on the way through pubity. I
changed the towel again and he shivered.

"Are you cold" I asked.

"Just a bit, he answered but the cold is taking the heat and sting from my
back and bottom".

"Lets go back into the bedroom and you can lay down on the cool sheets and
I want to ask you a lot of questions and don't forget the rules".

"OK" and he walked into the bedroom and moved the bed clothes so only the
sheets were showing and laid down on his back.

"When did this happen?"

"Tonight, my back was done first and then later he had a go at my bottom".

"Why?"

"I forgot to leave a room service menu in your room, that was my face and
back and I took too long coming back from delivering your soup, that is
when he had a go at my butt".

Oh my god I thought I was the cause of both of this boys beatings.

 "I'm so sorry Wim it was all my fault".

"No it wasn't' he said, he would have found another reason to give me a
hiding he's in one of those moods".

I suddenly remembered that I had some Nivea hand cream in my toilet bag and
went to the bathroom and brought it back to the bedroom. "Roll over on to
your tummy Wim and I'll put some of this cream on your back".

He rolled over and laid flat with his arms away from his body, his head to
one side on the pillow and his legs slightly apart. I covered my fingers
with the cream and started gently massaging it into his buttocks slowly
working up his back and then over to his shoulders and the back of his
neck. I could feel him relax, his breathing became slow and deep. He was
asleep. Now I had not the heart to wake him and I looked at the clock and
it was 00 15 am. Bloody hell! I thought what am I going to do now? Oh sod
it!, I needed sleep, Wim needed sleep, it was a double bed with plenty of
room and the hotel had one of those dial in the time to wake you up
telephone systems. I had read on the room menu that breakfast started at
0700 so I guessed the kitchen staff started at about 6 15 am so I set the
alarm for 0600 hrs. I took off my bathrobe, boxers and climbed into bed. I
kept well away from the sleeping boy so I would not press on his tender
back and buttocks. I pulled up the duvet to cover both of us. To this day I
don't remember turning off the light but I must have done.

I remembered what Wim had said, he was wrong I wasn't going to sleep on my
own tonight!


End of part 1

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