Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 08:51:45 +0100
From: Willem <nickwil@xs4all.nl>
Subject: Said

Said

By Chaim

(bChaim)

Amsterdam

November 2005.


It's a love story between a man and a boy. Comments and suggestions are very
welcome at bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk


This is a different story.


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Said (You say: "Sa-id")

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Said is a young boy. He is cute, has short black hair and great dark eyes.
He enjoys life. There is always a big smile on his handsome face. His
parents come from Morocco and they live next door in our apartment building.
I ended up here when my lover left me but that is a different story.

Said came here just one of year ago. His Dutch is still very bad. At home
they speak Arabic or Berber and he still hadn't much Dutch friends. From my
window I saw him playing alone. A nice boy in his blue shorts and white wife
beater, he made jump shots at the basket. If he jumps I saw his belly and
his feet were naked. After a couple of months his father Mustafa asked me to
pre-teach him in Dutch so he can follow the lessons in Geography and
History. I accepted his request and we started three weeks ago. The first
time Said was very shy and I thought he was sick and tired to be at his
schoolwork after school. He was dressed in his soccer gear, red shorts and a
bright yellow T shirt. He wanted to play football (soccer) and wanted to use
the international language; 'Goal!' He wanted to be a soccer player, to be a
hero.

School is bad enough for him in itself. It isn't easy for a boy with his
background. Just to be ten years old and to be always 'different'. The
climate is not positive being foreign, being Islamite.

We talked a bit and I explained the difficult words in his textbook. He was
just smiling and accepted it without much enthusiasm. I did my best to make
it easy for him. A Coke helped and I showed him some Dutch comic books.
Those were much more interesting! I let him and offered to read one
together. We ended up at the couch reading one. We were sitting close and
had some fun with the books. His naked knees were wide and one touched my
knee and slowly he relaxed. I hold his narrow shoulder and we sat reading
and having a good time. After say twenty minutes he was tired of the books
and he asked me if he could look around. I am sometimes naif and thought he
just wanted to see the living room. Well, my little Said started there and
looked around carefully at the pictures at the walls. His conclusion was
hard and simple.

"You must like man a lot".



I didn't deny it.

"Yes, I do."



After that he rushed though my little apartment like a little dog sniffing
around. Eager to learn, he wanted to know everything. He didn't open
cupboards just asked everything. The most amazing thing was my electric
toothbrush. He had never seen one and wanted to know how it worked. I showed
him and we laughed together. Without question he entered my bedroom, there
was no way to stop him. He watched the nude male pictures at the walls and
whispered,

"Wow!"

I felt strange but remembered myself he is just ten years old. My little
friend just said,

"I like them. I want to be that way when I am older. Wow, I have never seen
such pictures before."



We went down again after he inspected my clothes. My clever boy didn't like
them at all.

"You wear to much black, is not good. You have to be happy."

Downstairs he gave me one of his bright lovely smiles and asked,



"Can we wrestle arms and hand? I like to beat you!"



I brought him to the table,

"Sure, you are a boy, but we do it as real man. You can do that."



We sat at the kitchen table and I took my shirt off and exposed my smooth
chest to him, showed him my muscled arms. I am smooth just have a couple of
hairs between my nipples. I flexed my muscles for him, as a real strong
straight man. I don't feel that way but this was good. I could see he was
impressed but he didn't give up.

"I will fight you!"



He simply took his T shirt off and showed his boy arms; coping my movements.
Said had a great body being ten. He was skinny and showed some muscles and
his pot belly was just cute. He took positions and showed his body. I smiled
at him.

We took positions. We pressed arms and I admired his pressure. His strong
attitude, never giving up! I let him win but he didn't take that. He worked
himself into sweat and loved it. After our arm fight I threw a kitchen towel
at him and he wiped his hands, arms and chest with great care. My little boy
was very serious about this.

He took some comic books home. I worried a bit about his father's reaction
if he would tell him about the nude male pictures in my bedroom and was
prepared to see him never again.

The next day the doorbell rang at a strange moment for me. I was just back
from work and took a shower. I had a date at 7 pm with a good friend, Fred,
in the silent hope we could spent the night together.

It was about 6 pm. I hurried to get my basketball shorts on and opened the
door with my towel over my wet hair. There was Said, smiling as always, with
the comic books in his little hands. He was in his blue shorts and his
bright yellow T shirt. This time his feet were naked and dirty.

"Hi, Hans! I finished them, do you have more?"

He simply ignored my nearly naked status.

"Sure, do come in, Said."

Said walked to the couch and took position.

"You played soccer?" He was angry, "Nah, just fuckers there!"



"What do you mean?"



"Just teens they don't want us to play and they need all the grass."

I smiled,

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Very angry Said went on,

"Those tall teen guys are so fucking weird, man they don't give a shit. They
just kicked us out. They called us babies! Fuck them!" His Dutch street
language is okay. I smiled, "Relax, and remember those words when you are 15
yourself."



"You will be here?"

Well, getting it.



"I don't know. Sorry Said, I really don't know." Out of the blue he stated,
"You need a woman."



"No I don't. It is okay this way."

Said gave me a puzzled look. His hesitation is obvious, "They say, you are a
dirty faggot, a queen. Dirty!"

Slowly his word sank in, I felt so bad. He will leave me with hate.

It took me some seconds to get my spine right. I couldn't tell him lies
about that, it the true. I managed to whisper,

"Yes, I am, but gay is enough. I like it that way, you understand that?"

He laughed my fears away!



"You are okay!"

Ten years old, giving you a laugh that way is gold.

"I don't care what they say. You are my friend. I don't understand. I like
you. You are my friend."

My little friend hugged me and we were sitting close on the couch. "Thank
you!"

I hugged him back. I had never feelings for young boys but this boy is so
special. I knew it. We hugged and I felt close to him. Strange enough I got
a boner. It is weird to feel horny with a boy. It can't be that way. I
escaped from his little ape arms and went to the bathroom. Viewed my rock
hard cock and cursed myself. What happened to me? It took some time before I
could take a piss. It was a great relieve my cock went back to his normal
daily state. Limp as it has to be with a boy around.

Coming back I grabbed a white T shirt from my bed room and asked Said, "What
are your plans for tonight?"

He just grinned to me and said, "I stay with you!"



I watched him closely and knew he was serious about this. It was a strange
feeling. In a way needed him, I was very fond of him. His presence in my
house felt so damn good.

"Hey, Buddy but I have an appointment in half an hour."

His little shoulders shook a little,

"Sorry to hear so. I will leave if you tell me so. Just tell me."

I simply said to him,

"You can stay!"

Said jumped up and made a little dance in the centre of my living room. I
did something what changed my life. I took my mobile phone and called Fred.
It was a weird story I made. I told him I was very sorry but had to baby-sit
my little neighbour. I felt relieved and bad about this strange situation.
Said just smiled and asked me,

"You told your friend I can stay?"



"Yes I did!"

Said surprised me by saying, "Can we stay this weekend together?"

I sighted and looked at the beautiful boy. Your parents will not like the
idea. I don't think that is possible.

"Oh yes, we go and ask them!"

In a dream like state he took my hand and brought me to their door. I
remembered my state of dress and kissed his forehead, "One second, Said."

I went inside my own apartment again and got a pair of jeans and a clean
white T shirt.

Walking back I had strange flashes. The boy manipulated me into this
situation; I wanted to fuck Fred and I'm in need of sex. Being together with
a handsome ten year old is something very different!

I opened my door again and found Said with his father Mustafa at my
doorstep. Mustafa is a strong man in his thirties. Dressed in his black
sweatpants and tight black T shirt he looked real powerful. He had his hand
on his boy's shoulder. With a big smile he said to me,

"You make my boy happy. That's good. You can have him, but if he makes any
trouble, sent him back! Thank you for everything."

He came closer and a feared his next move. He just touched my shoulder and
smiled,

"Said needs this, I have seven children. Allah blessed me, but it is
sometimes hard. You understand?"

He said something to his boy and Said rushed into the house. We stood there
in silence. Said came back with a big grin on his face.

"Ready!"

He carried a little sports backpack and I wondered what he would bring.
Mustafa and I shook hands and gave each other a strange kind of hug. I said
to him, "I will take good care of your boy."

"You are a good man!"

We bowed in a strange way to each other and I moved to my own door. Said was
as an eel, he moved into my house and disappeared before I got back to
reality. He was on the couch and started to play with the TV channels. I
walked slowly to him and knew I had to be 'the man'. I took the remote
control from his hands and switched the TV off. I looked at his disappointed
face and smiled.

"Dear Said, if you want to stay in my house you have to obey the rules. What
is in your backpack?"

Said became shy.

"Don't worry mate, just show me, so we can put it away."



He opened his backpack and brought out two of his favourite T shirts (yellow
and red) and a pair of old white shorts. Three pairs of little white briefs
and a towel followed. Not a normal towel, a towel with a nod in between. It
looked in a way dirty. He holds it to his chest and he just stood there.

"I try to understand, Said. What is that?"

His Dutch is limited and I hated myself. I don't understand him sometimes. I
heard and accepted his,

"It is my thing."

I try to reach him and tell him some boys have bears they carry around and
that is okay. I stroked his black hair and he relaxed a little bit. The next
days 'The Thing' will be where we go.

We put his things into my bedroom. I never had second thoughts about that.
It was a normal thing to do. I had a lot of space there and my apartment has
just three rooms. It has a living room, a bedroom and a little study.

"Said, you are hungry?"



"Oh, yes!" He rushed to the open kitchen.

We made a pizza and a salad; there wasn't much at home and I was prepared
for his stay. We banded all pork and made jokes about that.

"My father says I have to eat everything you offer me. So today I can eat
pork if you like."

I put him at ease,

"Your father is a wise man but still you can't eat it. And we put it away; I
didn't offer it to you, remember."

I saw a great handsome boy next to me. He gives a big sight together with
his smile, feeling the complicity of life. We watched TV together and he sat
there, his head under my armpit. I felt his shaved black hairs and felt
happy. His warm body at my site was a great feeling. We watched the TV and I
hold him close. Slowly he failed to look and was asleep.

All kind of thought hit me; I am 35, he is just 10 years old. That is wrong,
this is totally wrong. His Daddy is nearly the same age. Still I want to be
his strong friend. I took him in my arms and brought him to my bed. I kissed
his naked dirty feet and lifted his T shirt over his head. Said grunted a
simple,

"Oh!"

I ignored it and stripped his shorts from his body. There was Said just in
his tight white briefs. The outline of his boy cock was clearly visible
inside under the white cotton. I sat next to him. Wondering myself; what to
do next? I took my own clothes and put them on a chair. In my boxers I
walked him to the bathroom and I felt his body close to me. I lifted the
waistband of his briefs and exposed his little boy cock to the toilet. Said
gave a big sight and started to piss. His piss hit the water and it made a
strange but happy sound. He finished and he hugged my warm nearly naked
body. I washed his feet and face and we forgot about his teeth. The boy was
so tired. I brought him back to my room. I rejected the idea bringing Said
to the couch. He could sleep with me. I left my boxers on and went next to
him into bed.

It was still early for me but I didn't care and read a book. He moved around
in his sleep and ended up with his little bum against my side. I laughed in
silence when I heard his snoring. He was comfortable and relaxed. The cotton
of my boxers were a tent again and my boner stretched the material. Slowly I
massaged my cock and I felt horny. In spite of my good intentions, I looked
at his slim frame, his beautiful smooth warm skin against my body. I brought
my hand inside my boxers and closed my eyes. I stroked my cock and spread my
legs a little. I rapidly stroked on my manly cock trying to blow my load as
quickly as possible. I groaned and lifted my hips and spurts of cum ended up
my belly and chest.

Said moved but he didn't wake up. I left him and went to the bathroom to
clean myself. The next morning I woke up with a beautiful boy at my side. I
lay there looking at me,

"Good morning, Chris!"

I returned his smile,

"Good morning, Said! Had a good night?"



"Oh yes..!"

He jumped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. He left the door open and
I followed him. He stood there pissing, his briefs on the floor. I admired
his white butt and turned on the shower. When the temperature was right I
simply took him there and washed him all over. He didn't mind at all and
laughed. I gave special attention to his little circumcised boy cock and
little balls. He made a big play and started to splash me with water. My
body and boxers were soaked in a second and the floor was a swimming pool. I
didn't care at all and felt in a great mood. The out line of my cock was
clearly visible to him. In reflex I dropped my boxers and showed him my
manly body. He wasn't shocked or surprised. It was a natural and normal
thing. He watched me closely and he stared for a moment at my cock.

"Wow, you are big!"



"You will be that way very soon, Said."

I stepped into the shower and we pressed our bodies together and hugged.
After a long shower I dried my boy and kissed his nose. He loved all the
attention and smiled happy. After a healthy breakfast we went into town. We
shopped around I bought him some clothes. He was so shy and polite. He told
me what he liked but it was hard for him to accept it. I nearly forced him
into a Sport Shop and we bought a blue pair of soccer shorts, trainers, a
Tank Top and some boxers. He insisted to wear all and he walked around with
a proud grin on his beautiful face. We had a light lunch at a cafe. He
laughed and smiled and talked about everything. He confessed he was never in
a cafe or restaurant before. Said had the day of his life. In the afternoon
we travelled home and he had to show it his father. He thanked me all the
time and I had to calm him down. He walked to his house and came back in
five minutes. He landed as a little angel on the couch next to me and hugged
me and kissed me on my cheek. I hugged him back and silently hoped I didn't
buy his affection. Sometimes I worry too much. In the late afternoon we went
to the mall to buy food for the weekend. My young Moroccan friend wanted
Asian food. He never tasted it but had a class mate from China. Of course I
did. Back home we prepared together a lovely rice dish with prawns and
chicken. It is an Indonesian dish and I tried to explain him the role of
this former Dutch Colony.

We waited and he sat on the couch reading my pile of Comic books. I checked
my e mail and answered some. It felt like a family. I was glad he was
around. We made dinner and he took his new T shirt off.

"Don't want to spoil it."

I said to him,

"That's ok. You can put your new clothes in the bedroom, leave them on a
chair."

Said returned nearly naked. He wears nothing but his brand new white Bjorn
Borg Boxers. He looked so cute and great. My boy got open and blunt,

"Why do you are still are dressed up this way?"

I wondered about his Dutch.

"Dressed up? Why that?"



"Mmmm, you look better in your underwear too."

It was just a statement. I loved his way to be honest. I walked to the
sleeping room and got rid of my clothes. I stood naked for the mirror and
wondered what he thought about my body. I am fit and work out three times a
week. I am not fat at all and my muscles are still there. Well, I'm neither
18 nor 28. I have to accept that. My reflection is not that bad. Standing
there naked I loved the way Said was around and my cock stirred.

I trimmed my bush above and around my cock. It is strange to get long hairs
there when you get older. I gave a happy smile to myself and took a fresh
pair of my favourite CK boxers. Black and comfortable, they are wide and I
like that.

Whatever we had a shower together this morning. There is no big deal, two
'boys' in boxers. I laughed when I came back in the living room.

I hugged him and kissed his forehead. He stood there and pressed his little
body into me. I felt my own cock rising. It was in a flash full mast. I
stepped away a little embarrassed and looked into his eyes,

"Said, sorry, it happens."



He looked back and simply stated,

"You are horny."

I gave him a wink,

"Sometimes, you are a nice friend and you are a great boy. I will never do
anything against your will. Never!"



He had a smile on his lips when he said,

"I know. You are a friend. I know you are gay. Look, I have a stiff penis
myself."

He pointed at his underwear where I spotted the outline of his little
erection. He is a strange boy, without fear or embarrassment. He lifted the
waistband of his underwear and showed me his little hard boy penis. I
wondered what to do. I was confused myself and my hand touched his shoulder
and wandered down. Over his naked chest, feeling his little nipples, down to
his belly button and he grunted. I hesitated for a moment.

He grabbed my wrist and brought my hand down to his stiff cock. I nearly did
fight him,

"I don't know, Said. Please, I like you, I love you but maybe this is too
much. Do you understand?"



Whatever I said more it didn't matter. He pressed his young body into mine
and we started to kiss. Real kisses like horny lovers do, touching and
enjoying each other. I could feel his tongue and we had a real 'French Kiss'.
My hands went over his body feeling his soft boy skin. My hands took him and
I pressed his body into mine. Skin to skin, chest to chest; passion took
over. Said rubbed his stiff penis against my hairy leg. He was in need. He
is little boy in need, begging for more. He wanted this and I hold him close
when he grunted and shivered.

"Feels good, this feels so damn good! Oh, please, help me, Chris!"



I could feel he had an enormous dry orgasm against my leg. His little body
shook and he holds me firm. He nearly collapsed as it ended.

"Sorry!"



Tears were running from his face.

"Sorry for what, my dear friend?"



"I don't know, I used you. Wanted you and you are so kind to me. I dreamed
about you. I wanted and needed this."



I only could say,

"I know and it is good, Said."



He smiled and stated,

"You are still hard. There is a wet spot on the cotton where you cock is.
You didn't pee yourself? "



"I know there is a wet spot, it will disappear very soon. No it is not pee,
it's called pre cum. It makes the head of your cock wet."



Well, Said was very interested.

"Can you show me?"



Slowly I dropped my white CK boxers and stood nude and with a huge erection
in front of him.

"Man that looks great! Can I touch it?"



Still in stress I wondered about the next steps. I answered him,

"Yes you can! Please do so, my friend."



He touched it like something very fragile. He looked closely at my foreskin
and took it in his little hands. Slowly he moved it up and down.

"They cut me."

I grunted feeling his little hand, but managed to say,

"I know."



He started to stroke my cock and I didn't need more. I hold him, stroked
him, felt him. His little body felt so good. His little hand on my cock was
real heaven. I couldn't help myself. I cried out,

"Said, stop this, please."

My little hero didn't stop he spit in his hand and moved his fist slowly up
and down over my cock. I trembled and groaned;

My orgasm was so intense! I groaned and came, my cock exploded!

My load hit his smooth face and hair, his smooth chest and belly. Hit after
hit it landed on his body and in a spit second I had the feeling I would
drown him with my load.

We dropped to the floor and hold each other. Said smiled glad to me and
started to lick me everywhere. I felt his tongue on my spent body.

It felt so great!

Said took good care of me, his tongue went over my still sensitive cock and
balls. I returned the favour and licked him clean. I stroked and licked his
body and found out his nipples and tights are very sensitive spots on my
boy. I loved that!

Said struggled and groaned. He moved with my wet tongue, his body moved
around. We pressed our bodies together and hugged. I loved his little body
in my strong arms. We kissed and I hugged him and he pressed his smooth body
deep into me.



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