Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 21:45:07 -0400 From: Mike Yonge Subject: Maartin and Jannis 1 DISCLAIMER: This is a story out the fantasy that is my mind. It is a story that deals with homosexual material. Sometimes in my stories people do things that in today's culture are not necessarily wise, such as having unprotected sex, or having someone take your picture or video of you having sex. My stories are just that: stories. They are not meant to be used as a guide for life If you live in a jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from reading this material then please do not read any further. If homosexual material like this offends you then you should stop reading as well...Though frankly if homosexual material offends you I can't understand why you would be here in the first place. The copyright of this material is mine, subject to the agreement under this website. I trust that you will enjoy reading the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. To see other stories I have written check the Author's List for Mike Yonge If you have any comments to pass on, I would very much like to have them. You can write me at: myonge1@hotmail.com One other thing. The good folks at Nifty.org work hard to bring you these stories. Without a site like Nifty none of our stories would ever reach you. So if you have enjoyed reading at this site, please if you can send in a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to help out. Thank you Mike Chapter 1 As my wife of 45 years and I stepped off the plane in Schiphol Netherlands we were excited about a holiday that we had planned for a few years. We had been here one time before about 5 years earlier, which was the first time I had been back to my homeland since my family immigrated to Canada when I was 2. That holiday had been a short two weeks. It was a fantastic whirlwind tour for us by family we had never met through the provinces of North and South Holland and Friesland. That short holiday whetted our appetite for more... for much more. So here we were again only this time we were staying for five months! We had rented a house in my home town so that the family would not feel they had to take care of us...although in they did insist on keeping track of us and taking us all over the country. As with the first visit they met us at the airport .We would go back to the home of one of my cousins for 125 proof caffine coffee (They like their coffee strong. They call our Canadian coffee, canal water) Along with the coffee, a good slice of the ubiquitous appelgebak... appletart. After that we found our home for the next five months and with instructions from the family to have a sleep (to help with jet lag) we were left alone for the rest of the day. Don't worry I am not going to give you a day by day description of our holiday... just wanted to set the stage. It was a couple days later that we were invited to a BBQ at the home of one of my cousins. Several members of the extended family were there including a young cousin Maartin, the grandson of the host. The lad's family was there too but my interest was mainly on the grandson. When we first met him on our first trip he was about 16. He was now then 20 , and if I thought he was hot at 16, well if it were possible he had improved amazingly. He was downright gorgeous. He greeted us with fairly good English (Although we had taken some Dutch language training before our trip) When we were there the first time he had just finished restoring a dirt bike. He had done quite a good job on it. This day he arrived with a friend on a larger bike than the first. I noticed his dad was not impressed, at first I thought it was because they were a little late, we had already begun to eat. But I was close enough to understand that his father was not happy that he had brought his friend.. or as his father said under his breath. "vriendin" Dutch for 'girlfriend' I'm pretty sure he didn't hear me coming up. "Maartin" I said in my Canadian accented Dutch "Good to see you again. Did you build this bike as well? Very nice" Maartin looked at his dad, who flushed a bit, but turned away. "Uh yes" he said in English... as good as my Dutch "Jannis and I just finished it this morning. We were out taking it for a ride that is why we are late." I reached out my hand to Jannis, who are sort of introduced with Maartin's explanation. "Well it is good to meet you, I'm Justin. I think I would have preferred a run on the motorcycle to sitting with a bunch of old people too." I laughed. They laughed as well looking a bit relieved almost. Maartin asked "You like motorcycles?" "Well I had one a small one when I was your age, only 80ccs. I haven't ridden in ...wow it has to be forty or more years" As we talked I couldn't help look both lads over... They were hot. I don't know if they noticed but anyway, Maartin continued our conversation as we walked back to the rest of the party. "Maybe I can take you out for a spin later." "I think I would love to go for a ride with you." I don't know why but I put a little stress on the word ride. He smiled at me "Good we will do that " he said. He looked at his friend who grinned at him. We had come up to my wife right then so she said. "Do what?" "You remember Maartin, Dear, he built that small motor bike when we were here last. He and Jannis" I nodded to his friend, "have just finished a new bike and he has offered to take me out for a spin later." My wife greeted the boys but said nothing, I knew however that she was about to nix the motorcycle ride. "You are not going" she said as the boys blended into the rest of the group. "Yes I am dear, I already told him I would and I'm sure he will take good care of me. It wouldn't be a long ride anyway I'm sure." Fortunately another cousin came up right then and the conversations turned to other things. As the afternoon progressed some of the men were looking at the bike with the boys. When Maartin said he was talking me for a spin, I got the impression that some of the other men would like a ride as well. My cousin, the host wondered if I would not be nervous about riding with Maartin. I laughed "Oh probably but I'm looking forward to it." "Well let's go now" Maartin said "We won't be gone long" I'm sure I saw him wink at Jannis. He passed me Jannis' helmet. I asked the host to let my wife know that we were going and would be back soon. I got on behind the lad and gripped the hand grip on the back of the seat. And moments later we were on the road, and through town to into the countryside. A couple turns I had to reach and hold his shoulder so once out of town he stopped and said if I would be more comfortable I could put an arm around his waist, which I felt I would be and which I did. He adjusted my hand which was on his belly down a bit. And we were off again. It was as we took off that I realized that there was something more than just a fold of fabric under my hand. It was summer so he was just wearing a pair of shorts. My hand was moving on it's own with the motion of the bike over the pavement and I noticed that whatever it was under my hand was growing. I glanced up at the mirror and noticed that the boy had a distinct smile on his face. Still looking at the mirror I moved my hand up and down a bit, his smile widened. I winked at him. He pulled over. I suddenly worried that maybe I had overstepped the bounds. "Jannis and I do this too:" he said "sometimes we do more... would you like to know what?" While he spoke to me I had taken my hand back. I noticed that he was working with something. "Put your hand back again" he instructed. This time he directed my hand to .... 'fuck it was a bare cock! And a beauty from the feel of it. "Is that ok? He asked "Or ..." he let it ride. "This is fine" I said grasping his hot pulsing member in my hand. I grazed my thumb of top feeling the slippery precum that was oozing out. "The way you looked at me and Jannis and I think you heard my Dad when we came in but you just welcomed Jannis... anyway I thought maybe..." "Well I'm glad you thought that Martin ... very glad" We took off again my hand stroking his gorgeous manhood. Not a kilometer later he suddenly jerked and I heard him groan over the sound of the motor. I knew what was happening and moved my hand, while still working his cock over the head and was gifted with gushers of hot cum over my fingers. To was so fucking hot. I almost came myself. A few hundred meters more and we pulled over again. We got of the bike , I was licking his cum off my hand and fingers . He lifted the seat and pulled out a rag. But before he could clean his cock I told him to wait. I looked around , we were alone on the road, so I leaned over and sucked his young cock clean. He groaned and held my head. As I stood up he kissed me. "I would like to do more " he said "but I guess we had better get back before they start to worry." "Yeah" I agreed " but I would like to get together with you... and Jannis again sometime." "Me too, but I guess we have to be careful of your wife and my family" "Yeah" We got back on the bike. My hand now in place again but on the outside of his clothes. Just before we arrived back I once again had both hands on the bar behind me. The whole ride took all of a half hour. My wife as expected was not happy, but I was exhilarated in more ways than one. Both Jannis and Maartin would chat with me every now and the all evening. For me? I couldn't believe that a 20 year old would be interested in an old man and WOW! Sex on a motorcycle ... who would have thought?