Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1998 21:51:44 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: The Breakfast Meeting part 2

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

This story was inspired by 3 stories I read on the Nifty Gay Cafe a 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

by Storyteller_2

Part 2


Chapter 5

The Monday

It seemed I had been asleep for about 10 minutes when this bloody telephone
kept ringing. I looked at my watch it was 6 00 am. I unwound this warm body
from around my neck and legs and tripped the ringing phone. The body sighed
and I looked at Wim.  He was still asleep, still on his tummy and
completely relaxed. I lifted the duvet to see how his back and buttocks
looked. Red and angry but not quite as bad as last night. I slipped out of
the bed and dug out my camera, I'll have some photographic evidence, you
never know it might come in handy. I kicked myself for not taking them last
night when they were fresh but in my haste to alleviate the boys hurt it
completely slipped my mind.

Photos taken I set about the task of waking the sleeping figure. I gently
massaged the back of his neck and he just laid there. I felt him stir and
then relax again. I knew he was awake but just enjoying the massage.

"Come on sleepy head, I called time to get up".

He opened his eyes, rolled over on to his back with a sharp cry of ouch as
his back and buttocks hit the sheet and displayed a very erect 5" penis. He
sat up and put his arms around my neck giving me a big kiss on the cheek. I
returned the kiss on his forehead and pulled him out of bed.

"What time is it?"

"Just gone 6, what time have you to be ready?"

"Shit I've got 10 minutes".

"OK you use the bathroom first and get off and I'll see you in the dining
room at 7 00.  Make sure you serve my breakfast".

He dashed to the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I was tempted to
go in and join him but that could have led from one thing to another and I
didn't want him to be late and get another beating. Maybe that could come
later, not the beating, the shower.

He was out in about 3 minutes flat still wet and pulling on his clothes as
he was running out of the door. He turned, smiled and blew me a kiss. He
was in such a hurry he left the shower running, I checked the temperature
and stepped in. I completed the 5 S's - shower, shampoo, shave, shit and
scrape of the teeth and got dressed.

Not bad time 0635 and for someone who is not a morning person and requires
8 hours sleep I reckon I had done well Oh well little things please little
minds! I had a few minutes to think. I checked the photos in the play back
mode on the screen on the back of the camera. They were fine you could even
see the red mark on his face and I had not been concentrating on that area.
I'll have that bastard I thought.

The next decision I came to was, come what may, I was not leaving tonight
so I would extend my booking after breakfast. Breakfast it was then. I
picked up my briefcase, collected my overcoat and headed for the dining
room. There was one other guest sat at the other end of a small dining
room, busy I thought. I was weaned on sarcasm!

It was the usual type of breakfast menu. Help yourself to cereals, juice
etc. I normally have fruit & fibre at home, it keeps me regular, but the
kid in me likes the snap crackle and pop of so I usually go for them when
I'm stopping in an hotel. I sat at a table well away from the other guest
and tucked into rice crispy's. These must have been bastard rice crispy's
there was plenty of snap and crackle but no Pop - oops sorry! but the old
ones are the best ones. Wim came into the dining room and came across and
took my order.

"Oh excuse me young man, I said, I was due to leave tonight but I'd like to
extend my booking can you check to see if that is OK". The look on his face
was priceless. His mouth opened and shut and nothing came out for a full 30
seconds.

Eventually his vocal chords started to work , "I'm sure that will be fine,
sir, but I will check and let you know".

He came back with the usual bacon and scrambled eggs, sausage, tomatoes and
two big slices of fried bread. How the hell am I going to get rid of this
belly with a breakfast like that?

"I have checked your reservation, sir, and it will be fine. I'm told you
can leave it open for the rest of the month. Will the same room be OK?".

"Oh yes, I said with a slow smile, that will be fine I slept very well last
night. Can you tell me the best way to get to the World Trade Centre?".

"Yes sir if you go out of the hotel into Dam Square, turn right and walk to
the main street, cross the road and catch a tram it will take you right to
the door".

"How long does it take?", I asked.

"About 45 minutes all told".

"Thank you young man".

I looked at my watch. I had about 1 hour and 20 minutes to finish my
breakfast and get to the meeting - a bit tight, but possible. I finished
the food and left.  As I was going past the desk I saw Whims'' father. I
stopped and said will you thank the young man who took up my bags and
served breakfast. He has been very courteous and extremely helpful'.

"Yes I will, thank you sir".

I thought I'll show the bastard that someone thinks something of his kid.

I left the hotel it was cold and the sky looked full of snow. I followed
Whims' instructions and easily found the tram stop. Within 3 minutes I was
sat heading out of Amsterdam to the first of my three meetings and had
about 40 minutes to think. Things kept going round and round in my head,
things from the sublime to the ridiculous.  What I really wanted was to
gather the child in my arms put him in my overnight bag and take him home
back to the UK but that was Pie in the Sky'. Oh! but what a juicy pie. Why
the hell did everything have to relate to food!

The tram was nearing my destination and I still had not come to any
definite conclusions. The only thing that I had decided was I must have a
very serious talk with the kid. After all it was his life and his welfare
and ultimately his decision. He was a foreign national his first language
was Dutch and the only thing he had going for him was the British and Dutch
cultures were very similar. Yes we must talk. The driver said this was my
stop and I got off.

The World Trade Centre is an impressive building albeit a modern glass and
aluminum structure. Inside on the ground floor it had an information desk,
a restaurant, coffee shop etc. and so clean you could eat your dinner off
the floor. I looked at the indicator board and found I needed to be on the
4th. floor and the clock said 8 25 not bad timing.  They were express lifts
and I arrived at the office reception with 3 minutes to spare. I was
ushered into the conference room to be confronted with - yes you've guessed
it BREAKFAST!. Well it was supposed to be a breakfast meeting. I won't bore
you with the details but at the first meeting it was agreed that I had a
follow up meeting on the Wednesday. The second meeting arranged another
meeting on the Thursday and at the third a meeting we arranged another two
on the Friday, one with this lot in the morning and a consolidation meeting
with all concerned in the afternoon. This left me with a busy week and a
free Tuesday to do the tourist bit or what ever. I was here for the rest of
the week!

I must say the day flew by, a light lunch was provided on the fly with
gallons of super Dutch coffee. I looked at my watch and could not believe
it said 6 00 pm.  On my way into the Centre I saw a Pharmacy and I hoped it
would still be open. I was pleased to see it was and I asked the girl
behind the counter if there was a Pharmacist on duty. She said she would
get her. A very nice looking young lady asked if she could be of
assistance. I told her that a friend of mine had been in a street fight and
had been beaten with a stick, did she have any ointment to take out the
sting and soothe wounds. She asked if the skin had been broken and when I
said no she suggested that I used a particular balm which she had made up
for bumps and lumps that young kids and sporting types were always
getting. I thanked her and bought a pot.

"Make sure he is clean and dry, before you put it on. Use it night and
morning and if the swellings haven't gone down in two days tell him to go
to the doctor".  Mmm! night and morning, now that sounded good!

I left the Centre on the way to the tram and it was snowing like hell and
it was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. ( a brass monkey
was a stand that held cannon balls next to a cannon on the fighting ships
of the line in the days of sailing ships.  The cannon balls were made of
iron and the stand brass so when it got very cold, because of the different
co-efficient of linear expansions of the two metals the stand contracted
more than the cannon balls and they fell off. Hence the term freeze the
balls etc. It does not refer to the 3 wise monkeys and anyway if they were
that wise they would have covered their balls up anyway! ).

At least the tram was warm and as this was the rush hour it took a little
longer to get back to the hotel. I walked up to reception, picked up my key
and asked if they could send up a pot of coffee to my room as soon as
possible. I got in the minuscule lift exited at the 3 rd. floor and made my
way to my room.

I peeled off my clothes and got into something more comfortable. I noticed
a typewritten envelope on the dressing table addressed to me. Strange! I
opened the envelope and in beautiful hand written script it said -

Thank you for all your help. I know you are leaving tomorrow morning but I
would like to say thank you in person if that is possible. Love, Wim.

I put the letter back in the envelope and put it in the inside pocket of my
suit. I hoped that Wim would deliver the coffee and then I could tell him
that I was staying till at least Friday and that I needed to talk to him
again. There was a knock at the door and the sound of a pass key in the
lock. "Come in". In walked Wim with a divine smile on his lips and a tray
of coffee and biscuits.

He shut the door, placed the tray on the table by the bed, put the safety
chain on the door and came across and gave me the biggest hug and kiss I've
had in many a year.

"I have some more meetings so I'm here till Friday".

He never said a word but turned his head over by 45 degrees and pulled my
head forward with his hands put his lips next to mine. We were fused
together for up to a full minute with just a hint of a tongue between
us. For the first time in a long time I felt a movement in my boxers. I
looked down at the front of his trousers and thought I could just see a
slight swelling.

"Wim, are you OK?"

"Yes I'm fine".

"Have you had any more beatings?".

"No and I'm allowed off early tonight as one of the kitchen staff has come
back from her long Christmas holiday. I'll be finished by 8 30. Do you want
to see me?".

"Yes I do so get here as soon as you can after 8 30 it is my turn to ask
you questions.  Now you had better get back otherwise you might get another
thrashing".

"I'm gone" and he disappeared at a rate of knots.


Chapter 6

The shower and medication

I drank the coffee and nibbled the biscuits. How the hell am I going to
play this one? By ear and instinct and maybe a little help from my friends.
The telephone rang. It was Wim asking if I would be down for dinner or
would I like something in my room about 8 15 pm which he could bring up as
he went off duty. Clever lad. I said that would be nice and I would leave
the choice up to him but keep it light as I had over eaten all day. I also
said a Gin & Tonic with lots of ice and lemon would fit the bill. I don't
drink a lot but a G&T goes down very nicely now and then.

I put the TV on and flicked through the channels and was surprised to see
the BBC news. It was half way through so that meant it was after 6 in the
UK and after 7 here. I don't know why I did it that way I could have just
looked at my watch! Not long to wait. At 8 10 there was the knock on the
door. I was getting used to his knock.

He let himself in, put down the tray and hooked on the safety chain. He all
but ran across the room and took a flying leap winding his legs round my
waist and his arms round my neck. He came at me with so much force I was
knocked backwards and I fell across the bed on my back with him on top. His
lips frantically searched for mine, found them and locked on. This time
there was no pretence, his tongue pushed through my lips and I let him into
my mouth and our tongues met in one of the most passionate kisses I've ever
had, either male or female and I've had a few.

"Steady on, my little one," I said as I broke the kiss and took a deep
breath.

"Can I stay with you tonight?".

"If you want to and it won't get you in to trouble. I have no problems with
that".

Another dazzling smile and he closed his eyes. This time it was me who
instigated the kiss but in a much more tender and loving way in which he
responded in kind and I felt him relax and melt into my whole being. After
what seemed an age we came back down to earth.

"Oh I've brought you a winter salad and some more coffee with cold apple
pie and cream to finish with, he said. I hope that is OK".

I noticed a bowl of soup and crusty bread. He watched me look at the soup
and then said that was his dinner and I hoped he didn't mind if he ate with
me.

"Great", I said and we attacked the food.

When we had done justice to the food he cleared the plates onto the tray
and put them out of the way. Wim made me a G&T. We sat on the bed, me with
my G&T and Wim with a coffee and just smiled at each other. I had not
noticed but on the tray was a 1/2 bottle of Gin and a bucket of ice with
some cans of tonic water getting cool. Now in my hay day I could get
through a bottle of Gin in the evening and still put other people to bed
but that was along time ago and I don't think I could do it now but it was
nice to have it there maybe another one or two would not go amiss!

"What time do you have to be up in the morning?".

"Same time as this morning would be fine I made it with a few minutes to
spare. Did you get to your meeting on time?"

"Yes, your directions were spot on. You remember I said it was a breakfast
meeting".

"Mmm".

"What do you think that greeted me when I got into the conference room?".

"Oh no," he chuckled, "BREAKFAST".

"Yip!"

Coffee came down his nose, out of his mouth, down his chin and all over his
tee shirt.  He was helpless with laughing. It was the first time that I had
seen him really laugh properly. `Yes, my son,' I thought to myself, if I
have anything to do with it this won't be that last time you laugh like
this. "You had better take that Tee shirt off and hang it on the radiator
it is soaking and whilst you are doing that take off your jeans I've got
some ointment for those marks on your body". He slipped of his trainers,
pulled his tee shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt and let his jeans
slip to the floor.  He stepped out of his clothes with his back towards me.
"Turn round and come to me".

He came across the room and stood up straight about 3' foot away from me.
From the front you could not see his wounds he just stood there with his
legs slightly apart, his hands by his side, a smile on his face without a
care in the world. I took him all in, he was absolutely stunning there was
no other word for it and my boxers were moving again. He on the other hand
was quite relaxed in his briefs. He had on a pair of dark blue speedo type
briefs with white stripes down each side. He said in a low voice

"Do you like what you see?"

"Come here" and as he moved over to within 3" I stood up put one of my arms
under his armpit and round his back, the other round his neck and my hand
on the back of his head and gently pulled him to me. I placed a tender kiss
on his lips and we let our tongues do the talking. "Does that answer your
question?"

"I think that I am getting to love you," he breathed and we joined our lips
together again and I could see the beginnings of an erection in his briefs.

"Enough of this" and I stood back.

A look of hurt came into his eyes.

"I have things to do and things to ask you and you remember the rules - no
lies".

He still looked hurt but I smiled and said I've got some ointment for your
back and butt and we need to have a really serious talk. The Pharmacist
insisted that before I applied this ointment the person had to be clean and
dry'. He still stood there letting what I had said sink in as he watched me
take off my clothes. A smile came to his lips "A shower together to make
sure I'm clean, then we dry each other and then you put on the ointment and
give me a massage".

"Yip"

The briefs came off in a flash, the legs went round my waist and the arms
hugged my neck.

"To the bathroom horsey and he slapped my back as we entered the bathroom.
You can't have a shower in your boxers" and he stepped forward, hooked his
thumbs in the waist band and slid down to the floor with my boxers in his
hands. He was now kneeling with his mouth opposite a rather large erection
- mine!

I saw him open his mouth and I gently said, "No, Wim".

"Why?, don't you want me to; because I want to".

"Oh, yes, I want you to too but not yet, first things first. Let me see
your back".

He got up and turned round. If anything the redness and swellings were just
that little bit better.

"Does it still hurt?".

"Yes, but no where near as bad as last night".

"Right.  Lets get the shower going and to the correct temperature".

Now I like a very hot shower and I later found out that Wim did too but I
thought that we should just keep it just above blood heat so we set it that
way. We both climbed in each with a bar of cream unscented soap. I got Wim
to do my back first and his delicate hands caressed my back in a most
marvellous way. I was becoming hard again.  I spread my legs and his hands
worked wonders between the tops of my thighs and scrotum. His fingers
massaged my buttocks and he let one stray over my anus. A shiver ran from
my toes to my head. "Turn round and I'll do your front". He started with my
feet slowly working up my legs. He missed my raging erection and continued
up over my fat belly on to my chest gently pulling the hairs with the
excuse that they needed to have special attention. He moved down again and
did the same trick with my pubic hairs.  By this time I was leaking like a
tap that needed a new washer. Boy was this washer doing a good job! He
lathered it, stoked it, squeezed it and then to my relief he rinsed me off,
stood back and said "My turn".

"I'll do your front first," I said and then I can concentrate on your back
and buttocks last".

"Fine. I'm waiting".

Cheeky little sod I knew he was waiting. "Don't state the obvious", I said.

I did just the same as he did but from the front and in the opposite
direction. I started at the top and gave his hair a shampoo. I washed his
face, neck and shoulders.  "Up with your arms," I commanded.

Instead of raising his arms above his head he just placed them round my
neck and said, "You can get under my arms like that can't you?"

It meant that I had less room to work as I was nearer to his body and he
knew it!. I wrapped my very well soaped hand round his very erect penis and
gently squeezed and massaged its full length. He moaned and pulled himself
hard against my body.

"Oh this is awesome!"

He was correct but again it was getting out of hand - oh dear, no pun
intended. I stopped him before we both lost it and turned him round. I had
to concentrate not to be too heavy handed but yet I wanted to get him
squeaky clean without hurting him. He was very brave because it must have
hurt like hell. There was the occasional rapid intake of breath and it was
those areas of which I made a mental note. They were the ones that would
receive the most attention with the ointment.

"Right bend over and I'll clean between your buttocks".

He did as I bid and I felt his muscles tense as I ran my fingers over his
anus.

"Oh, that's nice", he sighed.

"Done, lets rinse off and get dry".

"Can I dry you first, please?" he pleaded.

"Fine with me. Off you go".

We turned off the shower, picked up two large bath towels and a couple of
the smaller ones and moved into the bedroom. I intended to dry off and then
ask Wim my questions because if anything happened like last night he would
be asleep and dead to the world before I got any answers. Surprisingly he
was very gentle in his drying process apart from my hair which gave him
great pleasure in standing over me on the bed and rubbing my hair till I
thought I would have to see a Trichologist.  I'm pleased to say he was much
more circumspect with the other parts of my anatomy that sprouted hair.

"You are dry," he announced, "now me, please".

I took the small towel and sat him on one of the chairs with his front
facing the back of the chair and his legs at each side of the back and his
bottom on one of the small towels.  By doing it this way I would be given
free access to his back and he could lean up against the chair back for
support. I dried his hair with the other small towel. When it was clean his
hair was like dark spun gold, very fine but with plenty of body. The room
lights caused reflections and the whole of the top of his head seem to
shine like the sun.  I lifted up his face and dried it and could not help
myself I bent forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. All he did was
just sigh. I dried his legs and feet and draped the big towel over his
back.

"Are you going to do my back?"

"Not yet, I need some answers from you before we go any further. Some of
the questions may hurt and the answers may be difficult. You might not even
know the answers to some of the questions and some you might want to think
about for a while before you give me your reply. OK?".

"OK shoot, I'll try to answer everything you ask".

"OK lets start with the easy ones first. What's your full name".

He started in a low but steady voice.

"Wim Van der Valk and I was born here in this hotel on April 7 th. 1984.
My mother died just after I was born. I understand it was a complication of
giving birth. I don't think my father has forgiven me. I have no brothers
or sisters and I was looked after by anyone who worked in the hotel. As far
as I know, other than my father, I have no known relatives".

His eyes were closed and you could see he was bringing all this back from
memory. I let him go on as I was getting all lot of information I wanted.

"I attended the local kindergarten then junior school and when I was old
enough I moved up to the next stage of my education. I am in the A' stream
for Maths, Physics, Chemistry, Technical drawing, Craft and English, which
is my chosen my foreign language. I'm in the B' stream for everything
else. I want to be in electronics of some sort, probably work for Phillips
in Eindhoven and hope to go to a University either here in Holland or maybe
England or the States and get a BSc. but that is a long way off".

He stopped, opened his eyes and they met mine trying to burrow deep into my
mind.  They say that a persons eyes are the gateway to their soul and I
believe it.

"I'm telling you what you want to know I can see it in your eyes. Before
you say anything else I'll carry on and when I dry up you can ask me
anything I haven't told you".

He folded his hands and put them on the back of his chair, rested his head
on his hands and continued.

"I hate my father and have often thought of running away but where would I
go? At least here I get fed, clothed and have a roof over my head. I even
have my own room and I have changed the lock so no pass key can get in and
if I have to I can lock myself away till his rage has gone.  If I ran away
I would get caught and finish up in a State Home or some Foster Home.
Better the devil you know than the one you don't, I think is the saying. In
my heart of hearts I've always hoped that I would get to know one of the
guests and like him a lot and he would like me enough to take me away with
him".

He got up off the chair the towel falling from his shoulders and on to the
floor, came across to the chair I was sat in, sat on my knee, put his arms
round my neck, laid his head on my shoulder and started to cry.

"I told you yesterday I was starting to love you and that feeling has not
gone away, it has got stronger".

I held him close.

"Kris, do you think that you could love me?".

It was the first time he had called my by my first name. He must have
looked it up in the hotel register because I had not told him and he had
never asked.

"Wim, I think I already do. But what I can do about it? I just do not know.
I do know that I can do something with that back and bottom of yours. Get
the bath towel and lay it on the bed and lets see if this balm really
works".

He got up and I wiped his eyes and face and just smeared a little of the
balm on to the red mark on his face.

"Ooh, that feels cool and soothing. Do my back and bottom, please?"

I remembered where he flinched the most when in the shower and started on
those points. His breathing became more even after his crying and he put
himself in the same position as the previous night, head to one side
resting on the pillow with his hands out to the side. I checked the time,
10 00 pm, well at least tonight I might get a full nights sleep.

"Kris, what time have you to be at work in the morning?"

"I don't, I've got tomorrow off".

"Don't stop it feels super that balm stuff is starting to work already, or
is it love flowing from your finger tips?"

Now I have heard of faith healing but this is... - I felt him freeze, his
head jerked up

"You've got all of tomorrow off!?" he exclaimed.

"Don't do things like that".

"Like what?"

"Freeze and jerk. I thought I had hurt you".

"We've got the day off school tomorrow, something to do with a teachers
conference and more than half the staff will be away so they said we could
take the day off. No, you didn't hurt me, please carry on. If I can get out
of having to do breakfast can we do something together"?

"Yes, I would love that".

With that he jumped up, grabbed his briefs, tucked a 5" erect penis into
them, pulled on the rest of his clothes and was off out of the room like a
bullet. How to break a romantic mood in one easy lesson, Oh, to be 14
again!  Five minutes later the phone rang. It was Wims' father. I think he
was just that little bit worse for drink but the gist of the conversation
was that if I liked the little bastard that much he could spend as much
time with me as I wanted and he hung up. I wondered if he would remember
that statement in the morning and at some later date? The pass key rattled
in the lock, the safety chain was put on the door and he started to shed
his clothes as he came across the room. By the time he got to the bed he
was as naked as the day he was born and took up the same position as before
only this time he had an almighty grin from ear to ear.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked. "Or have you finished?"

If his butt hadn't been damaged, I would have made him jump with the flat
of my hand. I smiled and re-started my administrations.


Chapter 7

The second night
 
We fell silent and then both started to talk at the same time.

"You first", I said.

"No after you", he replied.

"Another new rule, when you are with me you can say your piece and I will
listen but ultimately I'm the boss, I make the final decision, so you
first -- Please!"

"OK". He pouted his lips in mock submission and looked so sexy I could have
ravished him there and then. Can I come and live with you?"

Our minds must have been tuned onto the same wavelength, mental telepathy
or something like that because this had been going to be my question or
nearly I was going to ask him, "If it were possible, would you like to come
and live with me?"

"No, Wim, it is, `MAY I come and live with you?'" I said correcting his
English.

"Well MAY I come and live with you then?" again with the simulated pout.

"Let's get this straight between us, Wim. There is nothing in the world
that would please me more than you coming to live with me and I would love
you like a son, but how on earth we could manage that legally I just don't
know".

"You did it with Philip, why not me?"

"Well, Philip was English for a start, he was an orphan, and in law there
was no blood relative able to look after him. You on the other hand are a
foreign national, you have a blood relative in your father so you are not
an orphan and your father can look after you. I know what you are going to
say that your father doesn't love you, he beats the shit out of you and
does not give you any of his time, all true but I don't think that is
enough for me to take you away."

"Then I could run away with you".

"What if your father reported you missing to the Police. 14 year old Wim
Van der Valk last seen with an Englishman whose name and address is in the
hotel guest register. The Metropolitan Police would either be at Heathrow
Airport or at least at my door waiting for us both to arrive home".

He turned over and sat up on the bed, looked at me with those beautiful
blue eyes, put his head on my shoulder arms round my neck and whispered

"But if it were legally possible you would take me to England and look
after me?"

"Oh, yes, this coming Friday. I've even got a spare bedroom set up that you
could walk right into and call your own'.  Let me work on it. I'll call a
few friends tomorrow.  Have you ever been to England?"

"No, I've only been to France on a school trip".

"So, you have a valid passport then? As a last resort I could at least
invite you over on your next holiday from school and you could see what you
think"?.

"Great," he jumped up and down, we have a mid term break of 5 days at the
beginning of March and that isn't too far away. Who are these friends you
are going to call?".

"Well one of them is a QC and he will be able to check on EU law".

"What's a QC?"

"It stands for Queens' Council and, apart from the Law Lords, is the top of
the legal profession in England. All of our leading Judges are QC's, so if
he doesn't know, nobody will."

"My back is feeling much better. That ointment and your fingers have done a
great job".

He turned over on to his back, put his arms away from his body and parted
his legs a few inches. Laid like that with his eyes closed and totally
relaxed, his skin almost as white as the sheets and 1/2 an erection he
looked like an innocent slim cherub.

"Massage my front, pleeeeese", he said in a low pleading voice.

I got off the bed and collected a bottle of baby oil from the bathroom.
Coming back into the bedroom I saw Wim with a look of bliss on his face
slowly stoking his penis to a full erection. He heard me coming and opened
his eyes and looked at me.

"You don't mind me doing this?," he said. I always do it at night on the
bed".

"No, I don't mind, I sometimes do it myself, though not three times a day
like I did when I was your age! Do you want this massage?"

"Yes, please I would like it ALL over my front".

He took his hand away and moved it back down to his side and closed his
eyes. When I was in Thailand I took a course in massage and physio and I
have put it to good use many times since. I coated my hands with the baby
oil and started with his feet. It is amazing what you can feel in a persons
feet. You can feel tensions that go all the through the body and as the
feet an ankles relax so does the rest of the torso.

Wim started to relax as I moved slowly to his calves and further up to his
thighs. I was concentrating on my administrations so I didn't notice till I
got there that he had lost his erection so I passed it by and moved up to
his chest. I suddenly realised that he was totally relaxed and the bugger
had gone to sleep again. Was I ever going to make it with this guy?! I
could have poked him in the ribs and woke him up but again I didn't have
the heart, he looked so peaceful.  I looked at the time and it was 10 45
pm.  Oh well Kris it is your bed time anyway! Tomorrow is another day. I
moved in beside him, kissed him on the cheek, turned off the lights, pulled
the duvet over both of us and went to sleep.

I slowly started to come awake. It was still very dark. I realised that
there was a very warm body laid on top of me and a very moist suction on my
penis. I moved my hands round this warm body exploring its position only to
find my hands caressed two soft buttocks and a pair of thighs at each side
of my head. I caressed the smooth skin and let my fingers slip down between
the two mounds. A muffled moan came from beneath the duvet and the buttocks
were lifted up. A classic 69 position. I could feel his hard pulsating
boyhood on my cheek. I moved my head sideways and slowly sucked it into my
mouth. I let my tongue run over the head and up and down the shaft applying
more suction as I pulled my mouth up to the tip. The suction on my own
member increased as did the speed at which it was being manipulated by his
soft lips. I matched the speed and we got into a synchronised rhythm. This
was absolute bliss.

I could feel my pent up emotions from the last couple of days building up
in my loins. A hand gently held my balls. I moaned and did the same getting
the same reaction from below. I could feel Wims rod getting harder and the
head starting to swell.  I tapped his bottom letting him know that I was
about to cum and all he did was grip me tighter and suck harder. It was no
good I could not hold it anymore and with a groan that came from deep
within I just let go. Over a weeks abstinence I kept shooting into his
mouth.  He still sucked and swallowed all I produced and as I was in the
throws of my release I felt his glans enlarge, his body stiffen, his back
arch and jets of his boy milk shoot time and time again into my waiting
mouth and throat. We lay there spent for a full five minutes when he slowly
turned round and slid up to my shoulder, his lips seeking and finding mine.
It was a gentle loving yet passionate kiss and must have gone on for a full
five minutes. He pulled away and said in a whisper

"I've wanted to do that to you since you tended my face and I've wanted you
to do that for me from the first time I saw you. I now know that you love
me and what has happened just now reinforces my love for you".

I hugged him closer to me and we drifted off to sleep.

End of part 2

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