Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2006 00:56:50 +0200
From: freudz@hush.com
Subject: Valley in the Dutch Mountains part 1 (b/b,m/b,cons,oral,mast,foot)

Usual Disclaimer:?????.yada???? yada??????????????

This tale truly happened to me and took place about twenty-seven years ago,
in a fisherman village at the Dutch coast. Because it happened so long ago
and as I didn?t take notes :), I filled in the holes of my memory, with
today?s fiction. Patrick and I (and the German man, I assume) have very
fond memories of it. This is the first time that I have written down a
(youth) experience and published it. English isn?t my native language, so
be gentle and enjoy.

When I was eleven years old, my three years younger friend Patrick and I
went to our favorite spot in the dunes at the local beach. It was a
beautiful sunny day somewhere in June. Like every Wednesday the schools
were off in the afternoon. Strange enough in my memory there was no one
else on the beach. Probably it is just my imagination, as my mind was
focused on one thing only.

For two years we had been playing ?sex games? with each other, such as '
little whore and client ' or ' doctor and patient ' or ' solder and captive
'.  The storylines we usually took from my brother?s porn magazines. The
initial set-up was always the same. Using any suitable piece of clothing we
improvised appropriate ?uniforms?. Firstly one of us had to execute what
the other had in mind and afterwards we would switch roles. It usually led
to mutual masturbation. We also dry fucked each other between the legs and
buns. Because of my full round butt and meaty upper thighs, Patrick got
more pleasure from this position than I did.

Although we differed three years in age, we shared the same vivid fantasies
and incoercible hunger to adventure and sex. No matter how young we were,
we knew pretty damn well what made us ?tick? The best part for me was the
mutual sucking. Besides that I liked to suck on his hard boner, I just
loved to watch him, when he sucked me. His blond hair, blue eyes, soft
white cheeks and light pink lips, wrapped around my coffee colored probing
rod.

Although he came from a ?new rich? family, Patrick was a typical Dutch
street boy. He had a skinny but muscular body and was about four and a half
feet tall. You could count his ribs and see his abs forming. As a blond
eight-year-old he had virtually no body hair. Only some fluff on his arms
and legs, which became visible halfway during the summer, after he got some
tan on his pale skin. At the time his dick wasn?t very large, I guess about
one inch flaccid and two inches when hard.  And hard it was, all the
time. Something Patrick kept on reminding me. His smooth balls where fairly
large in respect to his lil? cocklet. Being so skinny, his ass was as tiny
as my six year old nephew?s. Two white boy buns with dimples on the sides.

This was in contrast to my full round bottom. As an Indo-European boy I was
well fed at home and had some baby fat on my tummy and buns.  Being more
than a head taller than Patrick, my boy dick was also bigger. I think about
two and a half inches soft and four inches when stiff. In contrary to
Patrick?s relatively big balls, mine were (and are) small.  Because of my
Asian origin I didn?t have any pubic hair yet, nor hair under my armpits,
like some of my classmates. My Dutch aunties always said that my skin was
soft like a baby?s.

Recently we had taken a shower together. After soaping up each others
bodies and grinding into one another?s crotches and buns, like a mutual
body massage, we rinsed the soap from our bodies. I made Patrick ' bent
over, because I wanted to see his hole. Squatting on my knees I pulled his
buns apart and looked at his small pink puckered hole. Instinctively, I
moved my head forwards and pressed my lips on it and stuck my tongue out to
play with the tender tissue. Patrick moaned and asked how I did that. I
told and showed him how and he asked me to continue. Sometime later he
wanted to see my hole.

Well, from the age of five, I had already been obsessed with my
bottom. Besides pushing in my fingers, I tried marbles, pencils, crayons
and anything small I though would fit in. When I was ten, I had found my
sister?s vibrator. Although it was too large to put in, I found it very
pleasurable to let it vibrate against my hole and dick and little balls. At
that moment Patrick?s tongue against my hole was the best feeling I ever
had. Just the thought that he was actually doing it made me extra horny.

Some weeks afterwards we found a (German) gay magazine between my older
brother?s stash of porn magazines. It featured a photo story, about a guy
in his twenties, who was shaving in a bathroom. After he had shaved his
entire body, he put lots of foam on his big dick and jerked himself off
with it. The next picture showed a black man entering the bathroom.  He
coated his giant black dick with shaving foam and fucked the first guy in
the ass. The story and pictures really aroused us and having fresh and
pleasant memories of our mutual shower session some weeks before, we wanted
to imitate it immediately.

Just like in the magazine we applied lots of foam on our dicks and
butts. It felt great to slide our little boners between each others bums
and legs. Patrick had a very tight hole and no matter how hard I tried, I
could not get my dick passed his sphincter. He said that it hurt too
much. However, I did manage to push in the top of my index finger. As his
dick was quite small, he could stick it in my relatively trained hole
without difficulty. It was terrific to feel him inside me. Although it
would take him some more practice (and inches?) to keep his little tool
inside while fucking me, with some support of my hands holding my round
buns apart, it was a great first pre-teen fuck.

Besides some large beach resorts, the Dutch coast in the seventies was
quite undeveloped. ?Our? entrance to the beach consisted of a gravel path
going down the dunes to the beach. The beach was very wide and without
facilities of any kind. On the shore side it was concluded by a broad
counterfoil with low dunes. Adventurous and naughty as we were at the time,
we always looked for a secluded ?valley? so we could play our ?games?
without being disturbed.

That afternoon we played another of our favorites, the game of ' strip
poker ', a very simplified version of it, that is. Each one had to show one
card and he who had the lowest card, had to take off a piece of
clothing. Although we were wearing nothing else besides our shorts, we
pretended to wear a complete set of clothing. If we were both naked, the
next one to lose had to carry out a task. Since I lost, Patrick asked me to
suck him off. Well, I didn?t mind that at all. I really liked sucking on
his little member or his ?big? hairless balls or licking between his tiny
white buns. While I was sucking him, I pulled on his uncut dick and tickled
with my fingers under his balls down to his ass.

Suddenly a man appeared on top of the dune. We were both shocked. Smilingly
he looked down at our hastily efforts to put on our shorts. He was naked,
in his thirties (I guess) and had a normal built body, with some hair on
his chest and a small patch above his dick. We looked at each other for
some seconds, which seemed like minutes, without saying a word. He smiled
again and disappeared as sudden as he had appeared. Although our dicks had
gone soft, the whole thing had excited us.

In the naive seventies children didn?t know about ' Dutroux ' or other
child murderers. Also pedophilia wasn?t yet the hottest (crime) topic in
the media. We only had been told, that we should be aware of old, scary and
nasty men. This strange man was not old and scary and didn?t seem nasty. On
the contrary, he had a very friendly appearance. He had caught us ?playing?
and seemed to be amused by it, rather than condemning it. The fact that he
was naked made him some sort of a sexy ally on the beach. He surely had
evoked our curiosity. After some debating we decided to look for him and
see what he was up to and why he was naked.

Like Indians we crawled from dune to dune, until we found him a short time
later in a remote valley. We hid ourselves behind some bushes and grass and
spied on him. He was lying on his back on a (for Dutch standards at the
time) very large beach towel. Our little ?peepshow? must have aroused him,
because his dick was very stiff and big. Coming from a prudish family and
never having seen my father?s dick, my only comparison were the guys in the
porn magazines. Although some of them had bigger ones, I think he was about
seven and a half inches long and as thick as Patrick?s wrist. Underneath he
had big hairy balls.

With his eyes closed he jerked his dick with one hand and with the other he
squeezed his nipples or massaged his balls. Our little dicks became hard
instantly. We were wearing this typical seventies shorts, made of a kind of
shiny fake satin inelastic fabric.  As we watched the man playing with
himself we first rubbed our own bulging tents and later each
others. Apparently we hadn?t been completely silent, because suddenly the
man stopped playing and looked in our direction. We both jumped and ran
away as fast as possible. When it became clear the man wasn?t following us,
we decided to try to get another peek.

The man must have read our minds, because when we arrived at our ?hiding?
spot, it was like he had been waiting for us.  Down in the valley he was
sitting on his towel and looking in our direction. He said ' hallo ' with a
German accent and something else, which I couldn?t understand at the
time. After some hand gestures I could understand that he invited us to sit
with him. Because of his friendly appearance he seemed reliable. So we both
climbed down the hill and sat down on his towel.

He presented himself as Dieter and told that he was a thirty five years old
primary school teacher and that he was married and had a daughter of four
and a son of six years old. Apparently the climate in Holland in the
seventies was so liberal that he wasn?t scared to reveal this personal
information to us. He asked our names and ages. Curiously, I asked why he
was naked. He told us in very simple words and hand gestures about the
concept of nudism.

Later we learned that this part of the beach had been an illegal but
tolerated nudist beach since the Second World War. I guess that the German
army had imported nudism to the Dutch beaches when they build their
bunkered ?Atlantik? wall.  Although the name of this concept was totally
new to us, in our hearts we had been secret nudist for some time, taking
off our clothes on every ?suitable? location.

I was delighted to have found a ?kindred? spirit and suggested that Patrick
and I would be totally nude too. Without consulting them I stood up and
lowered my purple fake satin shorts down my coffee colored legs and stepped
out of them. Patrick hesitated and Dieter said that he should only do it,
if he really wanted it. After a short time Patrick dared to take off his
shiny green short too.

There we were, sitting with our naked bums on the towel of a German man. At
the time in Dutch society, it would have been a bigger taboo that he was a
German ?the enemy? than the fact that he was a naked man. His uncut dick
wasn?t as big and erect as before. However it?s size was still impressive
to us. It hung down his legs and his foreskin was touching the towel. When
he moved a slimy thread of precum connected his dick to the towel. Patrick
and I couldn?t keep our eyes off it.

Our little dicks were half hard and I felt mine stiffening every second. Of
course this wasn?t unnoticed by Dieter. He took hold of his dick and rolled
back the foreskin. With an old fashioned cotton handkerchief he cleaned his
wet gland. He looked at us smilingly and mumbled something in German. The
sun was burning hot and he grub a bottle of brown oily substance and
pointed at the sun and at his skin and our skin.  Although my coffee
colored skin definitely didn?t need any sun block and considering there
wasn?t a hole in the ozone layer in the seventies yet, Patrick would have
been on the safe side too, we complied with his suggestion.

Dieter motioned Patrick to lie on his tummy and he poured drops of oil on
his little back and shoulders. With both hands he softly massaged the brown
oil onto the tender white skin. His hand moved in little circles from his
neck down his spine to his white buns. I was sitting on Patrick?s other
side and looked at Dieters adult dick. It must have been half hard. I could
see the slime gland through the slightly opened foreskin., as it hung down
at a forty five degrees angle. A drop of precum leaked down on Patrick?s
back. Dieter put his thumb on it and rubbed it in, so that it instantly
mixed with the sun block oil.

Then he took my hands and motioned that I should take over and continue to
massage Patrick?s back and shoulders. While I was rubbing and massaging the
tender flesh, Dieter poured some oil on Patrick?s legs and feet. As he
massaged the slim legs he paid special attention to the feet and
toes. Having a partly Indonesian background I knew about body and foot
massages, but for Patrick this must have been a very new sensation. I took
the bottle and jokingly poured some drops on the little white buns and in
the crevice between them. Dieter nodded, smiled and said something of which
I only understood ?ja? (yes) and ' gut ' (good).

Since Patrick and I had played with each others bum holes before, I knew he
appreciated when I ran my fingers in the cleavage of his boy ass and
tickled his pink hole. Patrick slightly grinded his body under our
caressing hands. Dieter moved his hands up Patrick?s legs, with his thumbs
pressing on the inside. Then he massaged the small buttocks with both his
thumbs. I probed with my finger at the oily tight sphincter and shortly
after pushed the top of my index finger inside. Dieter was sitting on his
knees with Patrick?s legs between him. His dick was fully erect now and
looked massive. Precum was leaking from his unsheathed gland, while it
dangled above Patrick?s bottom. He put some on his finger and rubbed it
directly on the pink hole. As it was still well lubricated with oil, he
could easily push the top of his pinky finger inside. Slowly he turned it
around. Although he was very careful, Patrick complained that it
hurt. Immediately Dieter took his pinky-finger out and gestured Patrick to
turn around and lay on his back.

Apparently Patrick liked the full body massage, as I had never seen his
little boner so stiff. The foreskin was pulled back completely and looked
painfully tight around the red gland. Dieter poured some drops oil allover
Patrick?s front side. He started rubbing the oil in on the chest en worked
his way down to the flat tummy. As Dieter went lower and lower, his hands
brushed Patrick?s hard little member a couple of times. He looked at
Patrick?s face and saw my friend had his eyes closed and was definitely
enjoying it thus far.

Dieter put some oil in one hand and placed it on Patrick?s dick and
balls. He gently massaged the little package and pulled the tight foreskin
back and forth over the little gland. I started massaging Patrick?s chest
and tummy. Dieter took one of my hands and placed it on Patrick?s dick. His
hands went down Patrick?s slender legs to his feet. He took the bottle and
applied quite a lot of oil on the little feet, especially on the
soles. Then he did something remarkable. He took a foot in each hand and
placed it with the soles against his raging cock. He started sliding his
precum leaking tool in between my friend?s small feet.

I was still rubbing oil on to Patrick?s little member and ?big? balls. With
my other hand I went between his legs and pushed my middle finger a little
bit inside his oily hole. He didn?t complain so I guess he liked the size
of my finger, compared to Dieters thick pinky finger. Patrick didn?t last
long. Just a minute later he had a wild dry climax. I guess that really
excited Dieter, as he grunted and spurted sperm from his big cock, allover
Patrick?s dick, balls, tummy and chest. Even I got some on my hands. I
remember that I was impressed. Not that much by the quantity, but more by
the force of it. Although I could cum already, I still didn?t produce more
than some drops of transparent sperm and it had never spurted out like that
yet. But that would soon change.

Dieter took the cotton handkerchief, which he had used before, and wiped
the sperm from Patrick?s body and my hands. Then he cleaned his oil and
sperm coated gland and shaft. With a big smile on his face he spoke to us
in German. I only remember ?geile? (horny) and ? jungs? (boys) because
these words sound similar in Dutch. Then he gestured that it was my turn.

My dick was still very hard and I was horny as ever.  A drop of precum was
visible on my piss hole. Eagerly I laid down on my stomach and awaited what
I already knew what was coming. I felt the oil drops being poured allover
my backside. And two pair of little hands rubbing the oil on my shoulders
and back and a pair of big hand rubbed and massaged my lower back and my
round globes. I had never sunbathed in the nude before, so the skin of my
buns must have been much lighter than the rest of my body.

The big hands went down my legs to my feet. Like he had done to Patrick?s
feet I felt him softly squeeze my toes and slide his finger between
them. The sensation was enormous. The tickling went from my feet up my
legs. I even felt it in my balls. Patrick little hands had moved down to my
butt. I felt his hands massage my brown round buns and his little fingers
probing at my hole. Dieter massaged my calves as I felt Patrick?s oily
finger gently sliding in until it was all the way in.

He slowly moved his finger in and out.  My dick was harder than ever and I
was grinding my boy cock on the towel covered hard sand floor. Suddenly I
felt Patrick?s little finger being replaced with a much bigger finger. He
carefully entered. Because I had put several things in my butt before,
Dieter could slide his index finger in without much difficulty. It wasn?t
painful, more a pleasantly filled and stretched feeling.

In the meantime Patrick?s hands were kneading my round globes. I loved the
treatment, but also wanted some attention on my probing boy cock.  Dieter
must have sensed my needs as he motioned me to turn on my back. He poured
drops of oil on my chest, stomach and legs. I closed my eyes and felt
Dieter?s and Patrick?s hands rubbing the oil allover my body.

As I opened my eyes I saw that Dieter applied some more oil on his hands
and grab my now painfully hard boy cock. With a steady grip of one or two
fingers and his thumb he rapidly jerked me off. His other hand had found my
butt hole again and I felt his index finger pushing inside. His slowly
fingered my hole and played with my prostate. It didn?t take long before I
felt it coming. The orgasm was the most intense that I had experienced
until then. For the first time I spurted some drops on my stomach. I
remember I felt very proud of this.

Satisfied but also a bit exhausted, we relaxed for a while and Dieter
offered us some of his bottled German spring water. It contained gas like
coca cola. Then he suggested that we should go for a swim. Besides that it
would relief us from the stickiness, it would also be a thrill to swim
naked in the sea for the first time in our lifes?????????

This is about half of the story. Hope you liked it thus far.

More in part two?????