Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1998 21:58:34 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: The Breakfast Meeting part 6

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

This story was inspired by 3 stories I read on the Nifty.org 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 Storywriter_2000

Part 6

Chapter 11

Friday

The morning routine started as every morning had since I had been in room
369. The neck massage to wake him up, the quick shower and a quick kiss and
he was gone.  It was my last day at the WTC and my first meeting was due at
0845 so I hurried a bit. It was a busy day, not the smoothest I'd had, but
all in all a satisfactory conclusion to the week. I wrote my report with my
recommendations and put in the appendix and reference data and had the
secretary type it up. She also booked me out on a Sunday evening flight,
BA443 arriving at LHR terminal 4 at 2025 local, So I had to be at Schipoll
at 1900 local. "Most satisfactory, Dude" as those crazy cartoon kids would
have said as they flew around time in their telephone box. All was done by
1630 so I said my good byes at the office and left.

The weather had cleared somewhat over the last couple of days so the cannon
balls were safe. I arrived at the hotel about 1715. Van der Valk was at the
desk with my key in his hand.

"Do you want the use of my kid over the weekend?"

"That would be very nice if it isn't going to cause you any trouble."

"What do you think of him?"

"I think that he is a very nice, intelligent young man and I have grown
quite fond of him over this last week. Why do you ask?"

"Don't get to fond of him" he sneered. "I might ask you to keep him."

"I beg your pardon?" I exclaimed.

"He and I have never got on; I resent him. I look after his basic needs
because I have to, but I feel no love for the boy."

"What a thing to say," I retorted.

"I loved my wife with all my heart and soul and when she died giving birth
to that boy, he is still causing me pain to this day."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Van der Valk, but you shouldn't take it out on the boy."

"I know that, I can't help it. I've been doing that for nearly 14 years and
I just can't forgive."


"What would you do if he left?"

"Providing I knew he was being looked after, I would be pleased. Every time
I look at him I see my wife; you see he even has her looks and it breaks me
up inside."

"You poor man," I said. "Oh, by the way I have that letter of guardianship
here. If you would like to read it and sign it, I would be obliged. I
should take a copy and then we both know what it says."

"Oh, thank you, I'll read it and send it back to you with your coffee."

I got in the lift. Rule 2 - I decided NOT to tell Wim of that conversation
-- YET.

I let myself into the room, kicking off my shoes and taking off my tie. Why
does convention say that you must get dressed up like a Tailors Dummy when
you work in an office! Your brain doesn't need to be dressed up in a suit
to work! The daily letter was waiting for me.  I opened it and read,

My dearest, Kris, last night we did what a Son and Dad should do. We just
talked; we enjoyed our closeness and company. My love for you knows no
bounds. We were at one together. May it always stay that way. How I long to
be with you always.  Your loving Wim x x x.

The lump in my throat came back again as I lovingly placed it with the
others. In short order I was in my comfortable clothes and waiting for my
coffee. The knock at the door was not Wim's, but a pass key was being
used. Now who the hell was bringing my coffee. The door opened and framed
in the open space was Paul holding a small tray with a cup and saucer.

"May I come in, please, sir? I have your cup."

"Come in," I said.

He shut the door and another knock.

"Come in." Again the pass key and framed in the door was Henk with milk and
sugar on a tray. He came in shutting the door. Another knock and this time
it was Wims. I knew and I shouted: "Come in Wim!"

"How did you know it was me?"

"I know your knock. I knew it wasn't you on the other occasions."

The other boys stood there with grins from ear to ear. Wim had the bigger
tray with cups for all of us and a pile of biscuits that would have fed an
army. He put the tray down and set out four cups and did the honours and
then came across and put his arms round me and kissed me as though he had
not seen me for month let alone 10 hours.

"Can I do that?" a little voice cried.

I broke the kiss to see Paul stood so close that it would have been
difficult to get a cigarette paper between us. Wim released me, looked at
Paul with a quizzical look then looked at me, I nodded. He turned to Paul
and said, "Don't forget he is MINE."

It was the first time I had seen Paul without all the bulky clothing he was
wearing to keep out the cold at the farm. He was slim, actually he looked
thin. His tee shirt fit him where it touched, his tracksuit bottoms hung on
him and I am sure I could have put my thumb and fingers round his ankles
and they would have touched. He stood on his tiptoes and put his arms up, I
bent down and encircled his waist. He wound his arms round my neck and I
stood up lifting him off his feet and close to my body. I didn't know I was
holding a 5' boy he was as light as a feather. His lips met mine, his eyes
closed as his tongue buried itself into my mouth. I was a little taken
aback at the ferocity of kiss but it did feel nice and I could feel his
penis going hard against my stomach.

He broke the kiss and I said, "My that was a smacker from someone who I
have only met once."

I put him down and he smiled, his eyes sparkling and he whispered, but
everyone could hear, "You are a super kisser." I looked at Henk who by this
time was just a slight shade of pink.

"Well?" the tone was inviting him to do the same if he wanted. Henk took
two quick strides and as he was the tallest of the three he didn't have to
picked up. His arms encircled my neck, my arms went round his waist. His
lips went to my neck where his teeth nibbled at the skin. He moved quickly
to my lips sucking my tongue deep into his mouth. He thrust his hips
against mine and there was no mistaking he was as hard as a rock.  I had to
forcibly brake the kiss, I didn't want my Wim to get the wrong idea,

"Whew, were did you boys learn to kiss like that, I bet you don't kiss your
parents like that!"

They all smiled, including Wim who said, "You know where I learnt."

"Yes, I do but not where these two did."

"Maybe we will tell you one day," they said.

I let it drop and asked for my coffee. We drank the coffee pot dry and the
boys ate all the biscuits. Henk and Paul both said they needed a pee. I
told then there was enough room for both of them in the bathroom and they
dashed off. Wim came over to me and whispered he needed to speak to me
alone urgently. He said he would take the boys to the room they had been
allocated and let them unpack and tell them to come back here when they had
sorted themselves out and during that time we could have quick chat. I
nodded my approval.

Paul came out of the bathroom giggling saying Henk had a problem. Wim asked
what the problem was. Paul said he couldn't pee. He asked why not and Paul
said that he had a raging erection and his dick had grown a lot since
France and then realised what he had said and looked at me sheepishly.

"It's all right," Wim said to help his friends embarrassment. "Kris and I
don't have any secrets, he knows about France."

Pauls eyes went like saucers, "Everything?"

"Yes, everything."

"Oh, that's a relief." He looked at me with a question mark in his eyes.

"As I said to Wim, all boys around your age do things like that. It is a
way of learning." A look of sheer relief passed over his face.

"Kris, a plaintive call came from the bathroom, can you come and help me
please!"

I looked at both the boys with me and they nodded. "I'm coming."

"Not yet you're not," Wim giggled as I made my way to the bathroom.

Henk was facing away from me as I entered. "Shut the door, please," Henk
pleaded.

I shut the door. "I need to pee badly and I can't. Ever since that kiss we
had I've been rock hard and all that coffee--" He was near to tears as he
turned round.

I took him all in. He was stood with his pants and underwear round his
ankles, a very hard circumcised 6" standing at about 45 degrees from his
body. He had a lot of black curly pubic hair and testicles that hung well
down below his penis. A fine trace of dark hair was just starting to grow
up to his navel. His legs were just starting to show signs of hair.  Thighs
and calves well defined with tight young muscles, nice hairless rounded
buttocks running up to a trim waist going up to a nicely forming chest. I
could see he had under arm hair and his arms were beginning to show the
muscle form of a young man.  Apart from the tears in his eyes and the pain
on his face he was a picture of a well formed young teen.

"Have you tried stroking it?"

"Yes, and it hasn't worked."

"Did you get the feeling?"

"Yes, I've got it now," he continued his slow masturbation, "but it is no
good."

"There are two ways to get rid of this, one hurts and the other--well--
that can hurt as well."

"I don't care, it can't hurt more than this. Just do one of them quickly,
please."

I turned him round and put his hands on the wall with his teenhood over the
toilet bowl.  I lubricated my finger with some hand cream and held his rock
hard penis with my other hand, gently squeezing and pulling it. I spread
his legs and bent him forward. I slowly inserted my finger passed his
sphincter and felt his body tense. I told him to relax and as he complied
with the instruction I pressed his prostate with my finger. His mind and
body reacted as I hoped it would. His muscles contracted gripping my finger
like a vice. His whole body stiffened and then went into spasm after
spasm. He pumped spurt after spurt of semen in to the toilet bowl letting
out a monumental groan. I felt his member start to go flaccid and gallons
of urine flowed from his bladder. I just held him, supporting his weight as
it drained away. He turned round put his arms round my shoulders, rested
his forehead against mine, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you!
Oh, thank you, thank you."

"Are you two alright in there?" a voice from outside queried.

"I think so," I replied.

"Has he peed yet?"

It was Paul asking the question. I let go of Henk and he stood up straight,
pulled up his underpants and trousers, gave me a hug and a kiss. "Be
careful," I said, "I don't want to have to do that again in 20 minutes." He
grinned and said it might even be worth it. He opened the door and told
Paul he was fine now and added if he couldn't pee at any time Kris knew a
Fab. way of emptying a bladder.

Wim suggested he show the boys their room and they all left. He was back in
about two minutes flat, locking the door behind him. He wound himself
around me like only he could.

"I love you, I love you," he kept saying over and over again.

"No more than I love you."

He stopped and said, "What did you do to Henk?"

"You know when you have an erection you can't pee."

"Yes."

I explained "That is because the prostate gland blocks of the urine track
to stop urine and sperm mixing."  So I told him what I had done.

"The lucky bugger" he said with a grin.

"He really was in pain".

"I can imagine, anyway I need to talk and quick cos it won't be long before
they are back.  Two things. What was my father hinting at just before we
came up here and what do you think of a foursome tonight".

"The second thing first. Are you sure you can trust both of them and do you
want to."

"Yes, to both. I don't want them to sleep in here though, I just want that
to be me and you, OK."

"Well, if you are dead sure, then it's OK with me."

"Great, I thought we could watch one of the naughty movies. Now what's this
with my father?"

"Did he give you a letter to give me?"

"Yes, I put it on the dressing table."

He got it and handed it to me. I opened the envelope, inside was the letter
I had, or at least George had provided, signed sealed and delivered. I
showed it to Wim who went into one of his Lamb/Gazelle routines, tears
running down his cheeks and one of his gorgeous smiles from ear to ear.

"I see you don't think much of it then."

"Sarky sod, sarky sod, sarky sod", he chanted still bouncing up and down as
though he was on a trampoline. There was another note in the envelope. I
hardly dare read it. I pulled it out and opened it up. Wim came to earth
and went very quiet, sitting close to me on the side of the bed, sliding an
arm round my waist not even trying to look at what was written on the
paper.

I still had not read a word as I turned to my boy and said "What EXACTLY
did your father say to you?"

"He looked straight at me and said if I played my cards right I might have
a better life and then told me to get your coffee and walked off". I pulled
him close to me and we read the note together.  It said:

"Dear Sir, With regard to our conversation this evening. After Wim has been
with you in England on his holiday and if you are still fond of him, then I
think we must have a very serious talk. Van der Valk."

He gripped me round the arms "WHAT TALK" he begged to know. Oh well Rule 2
out of the window. I told him all. He was stunned for about one
microsecond.

"Yipeeee," 120 decibels right in my ear again, arms and legs wound round me
tighter than a clock spring. There was a knock at the door.

"Wim, let them in." No reaction. "Wim, do you hear me? Let them in."

"You let them in."

"Well get off then."

"No."

"Wim, get off."

"Never."

I got up with him welded to me and let the other boys in. The look on their
faces was priceless, they hadn't a clue what was happening. Wim clinging to
me like a leach, tears running down his cheeks, mucus running down his nose
and shaking like a leaf.

"Is he alright?" both the boys said in unison.

"Oh, yes, he's fine, just a little bit excited."

"God, if he is only a little bit excited what is he like when he is really
excited," Henk retorted.

"I don't know, you will just have to wait till he comes back from his
holiday," I chuckled.

Wim gradually relaxed and unwound himself and then said "I hungry, very
hungry". There were choruses of agreement from the boys and I was famished.

"Let's go out for a meal," I said, but hastily added to Wim, "not where we
went the other night."

"I know of a nice Steak House not far from here and it's not on the tourist
trail so the prices are reasonable," said Henk.

"Right then lead on, McDuff," I said.

"Who?"

"Never mind, a British saying."

They all looked at each other and shook their heads. I could see them
thinking mad dogs and Englishmen'. Off we all went to an excellent eatery.
I was pleased when Wim ordered: when asked how he would like his steak, he
looked at me and said, "Medium Rare, please."  Paul followed suit but I
don't think he knew what he had ordered and Henk ordered medium. I
persuaded him to try medium rare with the promise that it could be done a
bit more if he didn't like it. After a quick conversation with the waiter
in Dutch he agreed and then after a very stern look from Wim apologised for
not speaking English but said he had confirmed with the waiter that it
could be sent back for a little extra grilling if need be.

Steak, chips (fries), onion rings, garlic mushrooms, side salad with blue
cheese dressing. I noticed that neither of the two boys sent their steaks
back for an extra grilling and all plates were wiped clean with the
excellent garlic bread. Knickerbocker Glory's for all the boys and fresh
green figs for me. Coffee rounded the meal off. Replete, Henk insisted on
paying and after a lot of arguing with me, he won. He told me many months
later his Dad had told him to buy us all a meal over the weekend and had
given him the money to pay for it. Nice thought. We made our way back to
the hotel and all gathered in my room. Wim suggested we watch the gay
channel and told me he had rigged the machine that charged it to my room so
it would not appear on my bill.

The lights were dimmed and the TV turned on. We all sat on the bed and
started to watch.  It was a standard teen/teen gay flick, the dialogue left
a lot to be desired but the action was quite good and the actors were well
hung and actually got hard for a change! I noticed the boys getting aroused
and their clothes starting to come off. The excuses were it was getting hot
in the room. Now I knew what my boy was like and had seen Henk so the only
one to reveal himself was little Paul.

We were all in our underclothes, I had matched them garment for garment. I
was between Wim and Paul who sat upright leaning against the headboard.
Henk was laid on his stomach, head to the foot of the bed with his legs
bent up, heels resting on his butt. I felt warm breath on my neck and
looked over to see Wim in his favourite position. I put my arm round him
and squeezed. I got a matching a squeeze back with just an audible sigh.

I felt a hand move on to my lower thigh. I knew it wasn't Wim's as I could
see both of his and it was a physical impossibility for Henk so it had to
be Pauls. God Sherlock Holmes has nothing on me for deductive reasoning! I
put my other arm around Pauls shoulder and gently pulled him closer. His
hand moved slowly up my thigh till he got to the hem of my boxers. It
stayed there for a minute or two absently playing with the material. When I
didn't object it moved over to my crotch and found my erect penis. With his
other hand he took my arm from his shoulder and placed my hand at the top
of his briefs. I looked at Wim and motioned with my eyes for him to see
what was happening. I got a smile and just the hint of a brief nod. `Good,'
I thought, `he isn't jealous.'

I put my hand flat on Paul's tummy letting my fingers stray under the
elastic of his briefs.  I got a shock: little Paul's wasn't so little after
all. As my fingers strayed under the elastic the tips ran into a very
erect, pulsing penis and I was just below his belly button! I lifted the
material and slid my fingers over his boyhood. I laid my two middle fingers
down the shaft and let my index and little finger stay in contact with his
pubic area. My fingers ran into a tight bush of pubic hair and as they
travelled lower to a pair of testicles that an 18 year old would have been
proud to own. His penis was slim, not thin, slim and just short of 6".

"How old are you Paul?" I whispered.

He looked up at me with angelic eyes and murmured "13 and a half. I'll be
14 in July."

We all fell silent again. Whilst I was exploring Paul his hand had not been
idle. He had moved his hand to the top of my boxers and then down inside
the material to hold my erection. I noticed that Wim had leaned forward and
his hands had pulled Henks boxers slowly down to his knees. As I watched he
straightened his legs and allowed his underwear to be removed. Wim moved
away from me and slid down beside Henk. He looked at me for approval. I
smiled. He knew it was OK with me.

They turned to face each other. Henk did the honours with Wims white briefs
and they started to French kiss. I smiled and wondered if it was in France
they had learned to kiss like that. `Well,' I thought, `the French are
famous for their kissing and the Dutch are famous for their ... caps!'

With Wim's excursion, I now had two hands free. I pulled Paul so he was
laying on top of me. He moved up so that we were face to face. He closed
his eyes and our lips met. He kissed totally differently that Wim. Let's be
honest, he was only the second boy I had kissed in a sexual manner. The
other kisses earlier didn't really count. His lips were more relaxed, his
mouth was more open, his saliva ran more freely, I suppose he was a wet
kisser.

He slid down my body licking each of my nipples, swirling his tongue in my
belly button.  He grabbed the top front of my boxers with his teeth and and
used his hands to pull the back over my buttocks. He moved to my feet and
discarded my unwanted underwear. He reversed his direction till I could
feel his breath flowing over my genitals. His wet lips closed around my
scrotum sensuously sucking the loose skin into his mouth.  His tongue
caressed each of my testicles as he pulled each one into his warm wet
mouth. This was heaven. I moaned and could not help saying, "Oh, yes. Oh,
yes."

My obvious delight spurred him on to greater things. His mouth was replaced
by his gentle fingers and I felt the warm wetness encircle my raging
erection. In one slow continuous motion his mouth slid down my penis until
it disappeared down his throat and his lips buried themselves into my pubic
hair. I needed more contact with the boy. I whispered 69.  Without breaking
contact he moved round 180 degrees finishing with his knees at one side of
my chest. My hands pulled his briefs to his knees and he wiggled so they
came down to his ankles and were off.

He placed one knee at each side of my head. I slid one of the fingers of
one hand up between his buttocks and used the other to guide his rigid
boyhood into my mouth. His groan vibrated in his throat transferring the
sensation to my manhood. I let my finger play around his anus. Feeling it
twitch I applied a slight pressure and it slid in all the way. I massaged
his buttocks with one hand and slowly moved my finger in and out feeling
for his prostate. He moved his head up and down my shaft and started to
buck his hips up and down on my face. On his forward movement I felt his
sphinter tighten and relax on his upward stroke. I used the upward stroke
to probe deeper inside and his downward movement to massage his prostate.

His administrations became more frantic, he had pulled off my penis so that
only the end was in his mouth, his tongue working wonders over the head. As
I stroked his prostate he would grip my buttocks and let out a combination
groan/moan exhaling all his breath. We were both getting near our climaxes.
I felt his finger penetrate my anus sending bolts of excruciating pleasure
around my whole body. I felt his rod stiffen even more, his glans expand,
with a simultaneous reaction from my own body we both shot bolts of love
juice into each others mouth. We must have ejaculated five or six times --
I lost count -- and we both collapsed in a heap of spent flesh.

After about two or three minutes, he climbed back so he lay with his head
close to mine our arms entwined, mouths open with just our tongues between
our lips, touching and gently licking.  He moved his mouth to my ear and
nibbled and whispered ever so quietly that only I could hear,

"That was out of this world, I didn't think that sensations like that could
be--" he fumbled for a word,

"--generated", I supplied.

"Yes, that's a good word, electricity is generated and that was ELECTRIC.
No wonder Wim loves you so much."

"With Wim and me it's not just sex, it is much more than that."

"Yes, both Henk and I know that, we have known Wim since kindergarten and
we have never seen him so happy. He is a good student but in the last week
his grades have got better and better and he seems to be a different
person.  You do love him don't you?"

"Yes, more that you could imagine."

He fell silent and snuggled up closer.

"You are talking about me again," Wims voice came into my consciousness.

"Only nice things. Have you two finished?"

"Henk has; I'm saving myself for later! What time is it?"

I looked at the time and was amazed to see midnight coming up on the dial.
"It's time you boys were in bed. Off you go to your own room."

Reluctantly they pulled on sufficient clothes to make themselves decent,
Paul giving me one of his wet kisses and Henk one of his specials.

"Go careful. I don't want you waking me up in the middle of the night with
your earlier problem" I grinned.

"Now I know what to do. I'll get Paul to relieve me, but I think I'm all
right now."

Both boys said their goodnights with more kisses and disappeared through
the door. Wim put the `Do not Disturb' sign on the door and hooked on the
safety chain.  He crossed the room discarding his clothes. I was still laid
on the bed naked.

"Well, what did you think?" he queried.

"A part of me said it was wrong, a part of me was worried what you would
think of me doing it with Paul, and the other part of me enjoyed the whole
evening more than I thought I ever could."

"You don't have to worry about what I think about you and Paul. And, by the
way, Henk would like to do it with you before you go home and I have no
objections to that. I know that with those two, it is just sex and not love
like it is with you and me.  Anyway, you let me carry on with Henk; he
isn't as good as you, though."

"Ah! He doesn't love you like I do."

I put my arm arround his shoulders and pulled him to me. He closed his eyes
and snuggled up to the Wim position and breathed, "I know."

Our lips met and brushed against each other our hands moved down to our
respective members, both soft. The hands moved round to cup our buttocks
pulling our bodies close together. We laid there just enjoying the
closeness of our bodies again no passion just undying love. Eventually we
laid on our backs just one of our arms under each others necks.

"Kris?"

"Mmm?"

"What do you think of Paul's body?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Do you think he is thin?"

"Yes, I do. He looks anorexic to me -- his legs are like bamboo sticks and
he can't weigh more than 56 lbs. He is much too thin for his size and age.
Mind you he ate all his meal tonight and looked as though he enjoyed it."

"Do you know he told me that was the first full meal he had kept down for
over eight weeks."

"What?!!!"

"Kris, will you do me a favour and talk to him about his eating problem? I
like Paul, he is a nice kid, but he seems to be wasting away."

"I will have a serious talk with him tomorrow and we will see if we can get
three meals into his little tummy before he goes home."

"I told you: I knew you hated kids. Let us just snuggle together and hold
each other and go to sleep, do you mind?"

I let out a small snore.

"Oh, shit now he's gone to sleep," I heard him say and he pulled the duvet
over us, turned out the light and snuggled up to me spoon fashion, his arm
over my waist, his hand on my ample belly. I smiled as we both drifted off
to sleep.


End of Part 6

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