Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 00:42:28 CEST
From: "Chaim B." <bchaim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dutch David 1, revised version

Dutch David I
By Chaim B.
bchaim@hotmail.com
 
David was an easy going kid, in his third year at his local High School,
(4de klas in Holland). The school was very close to his house in Amsterdam,
making transportation very convenient. He loved sports, and played soccer
with his mates at school, and at a local club. In the summer, he often went
swimming at a lake just out of town.

He was a good-looking blond.  Many girls had been taken by his striking
appearance and been dumbstruck by his bright blue eyes, which often stared
back at them, sensually, ...but in his dreams and fantasies, David's
thoughts turned to the older brothers of some of his mates. He tried to
ignore it, but late at night, thinking things over with his hand on his
boner, these older guys occupied his mind.  David wanted them to teach him
things, to tell him what to do, to take care of his mind and body, to have
sex with them. He wanted them to be dominant, he wanted to be their
obedient servant.

But nothing happened in real life.

One Friday evening, David was alone at home, his parents had gone for the
weekend. He tried all the TV channels but nothing was interesting.  Bored,
Dave went upstairs to surf the Internet. He had just downloaded IRC, so why
not give it a try? A nice chat would be cool. He searched for the gay
Channels, a little nervous, not knowing what to expect.

"Get list". A very long list was on the screen. Surprised, David decided he
was going to try to find fun stuff to watch. It did not cross his mind to
write something or converse.  At "4gaysons" he stopped, and watched the
screen, the requests and answers.

In the corner of his screen, a dcc message turned up.  He was nervous as he
opened it:

4y: "hi"
David did not know what to write, how to react. 
He decided on the most safe reply:
> "hi"
4y: "where are you"
Amsterdam is big, so why not?
> "Amsterdam"
4y: "same here, nice to meet you"
Dave smiled at the screen, someone close, and nice. 
4y: "How old are you?" 
Dave decided to be honest
> "just 16. 17 next month"
4y: "I'm 27 y/o, hope you like that"
> "No prob"
4y: "my name is Peter... do you have one?"
> "David"
4y: "any stats you can give?"
> "Stats ?"
> "Yes, what you look like :)"

Dave's  mind was racing now. 
What to tell this guy> "You first"
4y: "OK, shy one, 27 yo, black hair, black eyes, 183 cm, 80 kg. [6 feet
tall, 176 pounds]. Strong body. 
Some hair on my chest and the other places you will know :)"

Dave looked happily at his screen, it was like a dream-man for him. And
he started writing:
> "I'm blond, 172 cm, 64 kg. [5 feet-8 inches tall, 141 pounds]. Still
tan from the summer, smooth all over (sorry)"
4y: "why sorry???"
> "I don't know, I'm 16"
> "and it is my first time on a gay channel"
4y: "do not worry, I like you, you want a date?"

Dave looked at the screen with widening eyes. 
A date? Hell, what to do, he liked this man, he wanted it so bad...
But how, when? 
> "I'm not sure it's possible."
4y: "Everything is possible when you want it!"
> "OK, but how?"
4y: "What about my place?"
> "OK, tell me what to do"
4y: "Yes, little one, I will tell you"

Peter typed out the directions for David, who saw he could bike over to
Peter's place, easily in 20 minutes. He soon turned the computer off.

What did he do?!!  David wondered now, if he had been too open, too
revealing.

He took a quick shower and dressed in black CK boxers. Looking at himself
in the mirror, at his slim but athletic body, he was doubtful. How could
another guy see something in him?  He thought about Peter's words and the
end: "Dress as you are!".

David put on his jeans, a blue Nike t-shirt, and his runners... that was
it. Then, he took his bike out of the garage and sped away. His parents
would not miss him. They would be away for the whole weekend ...so, why
not?!  The man would not eat him alive, hopefully.

His first gay encounter. Hell, so what...

In 15 minutes Dave was there. An apartment building at Prinsengracht.
Feeling so nervous as he stood at the door, he pressed the bell that read,
"Peter S."  As the door opened, a guy in black jeans and a nearly open
white shirt said hello to him.

He had not lied about his stats. Sure thing! His chest was impressive!
They went into the living room, and Dave tried to relax.  Peter offered him
a beer and took one himself.

As they both sat on the couch, Dave could not take his eyes off Peter's
powerful, slightly hairy chest. They talked about sports, school and local
Amsterdam things.

Peter had worked out a lot. It was obvious! Someday Dave wanted to have
such a body.  They sat drinking quietly.  After a while Peter spoke.

"Have you ever had sex?" Peter asked, anxious to know more about this boy.
Dave turned red at the question, obviously uncomfortable.

"No, Sorry", David said, softly, clearly embarrassed.  Peter smiled at the
boy's response, and told him to relax.

"If you want it..."

"Now?"

"Yes, why not? You made the big step to come over, so...?"

Dave looked at Peter, knowing he had to decide. He felt his hard-on in his
pants.

'This man is nice,' David thought, 'so good looking, and well built.'
David wanted to be touched, he wanted sex. He wanted this man to be a
dominant guide, his master in this new world. He wanted all his fantasies
to come true. He wanted Peter!!

"Yes, ...ok" he nearly whispered.

Peter moved his hand over David's knee up to his crotch, and immediately
discovered David's hardon. Peter began to stroke the boner lightly.

"Thought so", Peter said, knowingly. "Let's get comfortable "

Peter was standing, and took David's hand.

"You want me to tell you what to do, David-boy?", asked Peter.

"Yes, please!!!" David replied -- eagerness written all over his face.

They were entering a large bedroom with a wall of mirrors. In the corner
was a work-out bench.  The room looked very nice.

"You want a work-out?" Peter asked with a broad smile.

"Sure" Dave replied, smiling back.
 
"Let me help you!"  With that, Peter took off David's t-shirt. "Just relax,
nice one. I will tell you what to do! Remember?"

His t-shirt came off. David allowed him, and felt Peter's nice hands on his
now naked chest.

Peter went to his knees in front of David, opening the first button of his
jeans. They looked at each other and Dave sighed. This was it. No way
back. This was terrific, wonderful.

He wanted this huge man to be his master, leading the way.  Peter stripped
off David's jeans, leaving him standing there, in just his boxers.

Dave could not believe his own ears, when he said: "Peter ... can I call
you Sir?"

"Of course, you can, boy, I would like that", said Peter with a knowing
smile.

The word "boy" made David harder, proud to be this man's boy.  David's
boxers were tenting, his stiff cock was clearly visible, with a wet spot at
the top of the cotton of his boxers. Peter stroked it.

"MMmmmm ! My beautiful boy!" Peter was very vocal in his admiration of the
boy.

David was experiencing a new world of intense feelings!!!

Peter stripped himself to his jock. His powerful, suntanned body was really
wonderful in David's eyes. He felt so happy to be smaller than this big,
long man. Peter put him down on the bed, stroking his chest.

"I like you, little one, you have a fine body".

"Thank you."
 
Peter took his time. His hands moved to Dave's nipples.  There, Peter
stroked the tender nipples softly, sensuously.

"You like this, boy?"

"Yessss, Peter... Sir"

David stared at Peter, who now began to stroke him everywhere!

"OK, boy, I think it is time I get acquainted with your little joy-stick!"

Peter pushed Dave on his back on the bed, went next to him and stroked the
waistband of his black boxers, pushing his fingers under it, petting the
soft public hair above David's rock-hard cock.

"Oooooooh, please, Sir!!"

David longed for Peter to touch his cock. He tried to grab Peter.

"No, boy!" Peter said, his voice suddenly severe, strong, powerful. Peter
took David's boxers and threw them aside.
 
David's cock jumped into the air... a little pre-cum dripped on his
belly. David was naked, hot.

"My boy is eager, isn't he?"

"Oh yeah, Sir, please Sir, touch me!!"

"You are right, David boy, I will touch you! I will touch you and you will
remember it."

David looked up, smiled warmly at Peter. This was his dream.

Peter spread David's legs wide and kneeled between them... He put his hands
at the sides of David's chest and very slowly descended. As he lowered his
body, Peter' jockstrap began to touch David's hungry cock.
 
David felt Peter's big meat through the cotton fabric. He tried to push
himself up, into Peter. But Peter stopped his impulsiveness with one
hand. He kissed David on the lips.

"Not too eager, my horny boy. We have time!"

"Yes Sir, sorry, but I beg you" David said.

Peter knelt between David's legs, again.  He brought David's face slowly to
his jock.  David saw the wet spot at the tip of the man's large cock.
 
"Lick it, boy!" Peter ordered.

David was surprised by his own reaction. He licked!  He, David, was
actually licking this huge man's jock.

He smelled Peter's cock, stared at the pre-cum and started to suck the
white cotton. He sucked and sucked, trying to get the head of Peter's cock
through the cotton into his mouth. Peter stopped the boy, took his head
strongly.

"OK boy... not too fast, remember, you will get it".

Peter finally removed his jockstrap. David looked at the big cock, his
mouth still open.  "You like what you see, boy? You will be good mates with
it in no time!"

"Yeah, Sir, thanks" Dave said happily -- a little fear mingled with his
obvious pleasured excitement.  Peter was sitting now on the edge of the big
bed.

"Come here".  David stood up, standing naked in front of his new found
friend, his man, his master.
 
"Don't be shy, you look fine!" Peter said.

"You think so?"

"I like the Sir part, boy, and yes, I really think so!!"

"Thanks... Sir !" David smiled, happy with his own words. He would do
anything for this man.

For Peter, time stood still a moment.  He looked at the teenager in front
of him. David was smooth, already slightly muscular, and getting strong. He
liked the view very much.

Peter started to stroke David's chest again, and his nipples, till they
stood erect. He rubbed farther and farther down, past David's strong abs.
He touched David's cock very lightly, the feather touch sending a visible
shiver through the boy's exquisite body.
 
David's cock grew suddenly harder, as if a spring had been released,
jolting the good-looking penis up to a rather sensuous angle. Peter started
to stroke it now, applying more pressure. David did not know what to do. He
reached for Peter's shoulders. He gripped them to keep in balance.
  
It was so hard not to cum being stimulated this way. David had never felt
another's hand on his cock, just his own. And now, he was standing butt
naked before this huge, lovely man who was jerking him off!!

He moaned, "Please, Sir, Peter, I will come!"

"Not yet, David boy, not yet"

David felt Peter's other hand rubbing his back, stroking his butt, finding
his crack. Peter found his boy's little opening and touched him there.

David jumped at the touch.

"Relax, boy".

While Peter's hand was still stroking David's cock, he brought his other
hand to David's cock head, taking some pre-cum on his finger. He brought it
into the boy's crack and put the fluid on his tight sphincter.  David
moaned again when the strong finger entered him.

"Ooohhhh..." David gasped, his feelings were out of control, now.

He had just one feeling, one need: He had to cum!!  His little
sparsely-haired balls were pulled up into his body. They felt ready to
explode!  His cock was dripping pre-cum, but he felt a twinge of pain, from
being fingered by this strong man.  Peter pressed harder.

"Please, Sir..."  David felt the finger go further in.

"Good, boy, relax! ...and do NOT cum until I tell you!!"

"Yes Sir" whispered David. He did not know what was happening to him. How
could he control his cum now, when he was so ready? He knew he most try,
somehow.

He wanted it so badly.

"You are doing great, boy!"

David's vocal chords were locked tighter than his aching cock. The finger
was hitting something inside David. It was like an electric shock. This was
heaven, this was... He was seeing stars.  The hand stroking his cock became
the center of the world.  He felt his cum boiling.

"Please Sir... Please!!!"

The stokes became harder.

"That's ok, boy, drop your cum on my chest, boy"

David went over the edge. He gasped.

"Oooohhhh !!"  His cum burst out of his cock -- a fountain of cum, spraying
thick, white strands on Peter's chest, all the way up to his chin.

Peter smiled at David.

"Good boy, give me all the cum you have!"

It felt there was no end.

Peter watched in awe as beautiful, strong spurts of David's cum splattered
and collected in hot, white pools on Peter's hot, hairy chest.

"You are great, boy!!"

Suddenly, Peter took David's cock in his mouth sucking out the last drops
of cum.  He stroked himself. "Look at my big cock, boy!".

David saw the big hungry cock grow bigger and bigger.  The piss slit
widened suddenly, and cum flew out wildly, landing on Peter's stomach and
chest.

You are so beautiful," Peter exclaimed. He stroked the boy's hair.  "You
are great!!!"

"Thank you", said David with a smile. He felt spent, but wonderful!

Peter helped him into the shower, and they washed together under the warm
spray.
 
After that, they sat around naked in the living room, lounging contentedly.
For Peter, it was a warm afterglow.  For David, a stunned, excited,
pleasured aftershock.  David's thoughts were racing as his mind reviewed
the previous minutes, so unlike anything he had experienced before.
Peter's words pierced his consciousness.

"You want to stay the night for another work-out, boy?" Peter asked.

"Yes, Peter, Sir!" David replied, jubilantly, eager to please himself, as
well as Peter, of course.  "I would love that, I can spend the weekend,
nobody is expecting me, Sir!"

Peter smiled at him and whispered: "On my terms, boy?"

"What ever you want, Sir, I will do anything for you!!!"

"That's a good boy!"


Comments: Please (I like that!) contact me at bchaim@hotmail.com Flames
(happily) ignored.

Thanks to Sir Greg for his heavy work on my English. (For a Dutch guy, the
US way is sometimes hard).

(c) Copyright 1999. All rights reserved.  Contact Chaim at:
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