Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2010 17:17:00 +0200
From: phoenix_1977@hotmail.com
Subject: Sjoerds life part 3

Christmas with Sjoerd and Achmed

It's been two years since we last saw Sjoerd and Achmed. Achmed is a
Moroccan taxidriver in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, and Sjoerd is a student
in the same city. Although their relationship was based on sex mostly in
the beginning it definitely evolved to something more and now, two years
later, they're about to face their biggest challenge: Christmas with
Sjoerds mother.

For weeks now Sjoerd was in a foul mood. His mother practically forced him
to celebrate Christmas with her and her husband. Last year Sjoerd had been
able to avoid the whole ordeal by going on vacation with Achmed but this
year he had no excuse and saw no other option than to yield to her
authority. Although he and Achmed were together for two years now Sjoerd
had no idea what Achmed thought about Christmas. However, Sjoerd did know
how Achmed thought about his mother and being in the same room with Sjoerds
mother was probably not Achemds idea of peace of earth. To make matters
worse Sjoerds mother couldn't stand Achmed either and she thought Sjoerds
"deviation" would pass as long as Achmed would leave him alone. The last
time they went to his mother he and Achmed hadn't been allowed to sleep in
the same room and his mother didn't allow them more than 2 minutes in
private. Every kiss, touch or sweet remark was met with disapproval and
Sjoerd and Achmed were glad they were in the car back to Amsterdam
Sundaynight.

The week after that dreadful weekend was one of the worst in Sjoerds
life. Achmed didn't call and his phone was switched off. After a couple of
days Sjoerd decided he couldn't wait any longer and he went to Achmeds
apartment. Achmed wasn't home and, from the look of things, had only been
home to sleep the last couple of days. There was only one other place where
Sjoerd thought he could find Achmed: Rembrandtsquare, where they first met.

When Sjoerd arrived at the Rembrandtsquare he saw Achmed with some of his
collegues. As soon as Achmed saw him, Sjoerds felt terrible. Achmed
definitely wasn't happy to see him and Sjoerd was convinced Achmed was done
with him. Just before Sjoerd gave in to his urges to turn around and run
Achmed came towards him.

"Sjoerd, I think we need to talk" Achmed said. "But I'm not quite sure how
to say it".

"Don't bother. My mother did it again. You don't want to be with me
anymore" Sjoerd answered.

"Are you nuts?!" Achmed said. "I like you a lot. I might even love you. I'm
just not sure how to tell you I hate your mother. If I never have to see
her again it will still be too soon for me".

Sjoerd had started crying and promised to limit the visits to his mother to
an absolute minimum. And now he had to tell Achmed they would have to spend
two whole days with her in stead of being together for Christmas.

Achmed was a jumpy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. That was
always the case when Sjoerd was out of sorts. It never meant something good
was coming. Most of the time it was because he didn't pass an exam or if he
needed an extra book for school, didn't have the money for it and didn't
want to ask Achmed for it. That was one of the few things they ever fought
about. Achmed would go to hell and back for Sjoerd to get him a light but
Sjoerd never wanted to ask him for help.

Sjoerd walked around with a thundercloud around his head for weeks now and
now, since this week it was Christmas, Achmed started to think that had
something to do with it. He himself was raised to be a muslim, so Christmas
didn't mean much to him. And since most of his family had moved back to
Morocco a few years back he just let the family holiday pass. But Sjoerd
did have family and last year his mother hadn't spoken to him for almost
two months because he hadn't come over for Christmas. When thinking of
Sjoerds mother he felt physically ill. God, after that first weekend there
he was ready to kill her and, for a moment, he had thought about calling it
quits with Sjoerd. He loved him, a lot, but that woman! Still, if he
thought about the look on Sjoerds face that night at the Rembrandtsquare
his heart ached. That night he realized he and Sjoerd were made for each
other. They completed eachother, both mentally but mostly sexually. All the
sexual adventures they had had over the past two years! They had had sex
almost everywhere, legally and otherwise, but the best sex was the first
time together after Achmed had dropped the Asian guy off at the airport. As
soon as Achmed had come home he had undressed till he was naked and he had
crawled in bed with Sjoerd, who was also naked. Achmed cuddled Sjoerd while
Sjoerd was still asleep. Soon after Achmed had fallen asleep as well. A
couple of hours later Achmed had woken up because he felt something on his
dick. In his sleep he had boned up and, because he was lying so close to
Sjoerd, his dick had slipped into Sjoerds ass. Because of that Sjoerd had
woken up as well, sensing Achmeds dick up his ass. Sjoerd had encouraged
Achmed to fuck him hard so Achmed had turned him over on his stomach and
was lying on top of him. In one thrust his pushed his dick back inside
Sjoerd causing Sjoerd to moan with pleasure. He started fucking Sjoerd hard
and deep, which he could maintain for a few minutes before shooting a new
load up Sjoerds ass. When Sjoerd felt Achmed cumming up his ass he shot his
load in the sheets. Achmed turned to his side again, holding Sjoerd in his
arms, keeping his dick in the young boys ass. They fell asleep like this
again soon after the came.

All of a sudden Achmed felt his orgasm swell and when he came down from his
post-orgasmic bliss he realized he had to freshen up. He came in his jeans
by the memory of his first time alone with Sjoerd.

Sjoerd stood in fornt of Achmeds apartment building. Normally when he was
standing here he was horny as hell but not this time. He had called Achmed
he was on his way and they needed to talk.

"Well, it makes no sense to postpone the inevitable, so here we go" Sjoerd
told himself and he entered Achmeds apartment, using the key Achmed had
given him.

Inside it looked like the North pole had exploded. Everywhere Sjoerd looked
he saw Christmas decorations, completed with a huge tree and his boyfriend,
wearing nothing but a Christmas hat and a red thong.

"Ho, ho ho! Merry Christmas, baby" Achmed laughed.

Sjoerd loved Achmed for doing things like this but it made his current task
a lot more difficult.

"Babe, I think you'll hate me for this but my mother called and demanded I
would come home for Christmas. I know this for a couple of weeks now but I
didn't know how to tell you. If you want I can go alone so you don't have
to suffer her less than pleasant personality" Sjoerd began to ramble before
Achmed cut him off.

"I already thought she had something to do with your mood swings the last
couple of weeks" Achmed said. "Don't worry. If she wants you to come home
for Christmas you should go home for Christmas. But she'd better be
prepared for you to bring your boyfriend as well. I promise I will behave"
Achmed said.

"At least, as long as she does" Achmed thought to himself.

"Have I told you lately how absolutely perfect you are?" Sjoerd asked. "How
can I thank you?"

"Well, I am a little cold in the thong so I could use something to warm me
up" Achmed smiled.

"You got it" Sjoerd said. "Oh, one last thing. Our attendance is requested
on Christmas Eve".

Christmas Eve, 23h15. Never before did a night seem this long to both
Sjoerd and Achmed. As soon as they had arrived at 18h15 from Amsterdam the
stage for the pending drama had been set. Sjoerds mother made it very clear
that she would have preferred Sjoerd coming alone but if it was this
important to Sjoerd to bring a friend without calling in advance if that
was ok she would deal with it. Well, deal ... Diner proved the next
challenge. Sjoerds mother had made pork roast, thinking Achmed wouldn't eat
that. Achmed denied her her victory by complimenting her on her choice and,
after the first bite, told her he never had such a wonderful piece of
pork. And this was the way the evening progressed. Sjoerds mother made
comments she knew were insulting or degrading and expected Achmed to
respond but Achmed didn't, over and over again. But now it was almost time
to get some sleep and both young men were tired of being on guard all the
time. But with that Sjoerds mother launched her final attack.

"Achmed, you can sleep in the guestroom. I don't think it's necessary for
you and Sjoerd to sleep together" Sjoerds mother said.

"Mother, this is enough. Achmed and I sleep together for almost two years
now and I'm getting sick and tired of you not being able to accept Achmed
as my partner. You can choose: either you accept Achmed as my partner and
behave towards him like you would ddo to a girlfriend or we're heading back
to Amsterdam" Sjoerd said.

"Watch your tongue, mister" his mother responded. "You will address me with
respect. If it's that important the two of you can take the bedroom in the
attic but I expect you to keep it clean. I don't know what kinds of things
the two of young normally do in the bedroom and I don't want to know. In my
house you will respect my rules. Is that understood?"

Sjoerd didn't trust his mother. It was not like her to give in this easily
and, in retrospect, the "attacks" tonight had been way softer than they had
been the last time they were here. They had been able to counter all of
them and in the final encounter they even prevailed. Something was
wrong. She was up to something. Sjoerd was sure about it.

When Sjoerd and Achmed arrived at the attic Sjoerds discomfort only
grew. Not only was there a king size bed and the door to the attic was even
fitted with a lock.

"Achmed, something is wrong. My mother wouldn't yield like this. She's up
to something."

"As long as she waits till morning it's ok with me" Achmed responded. "She
sure doesn't believe in peace on earth". Sjoerd locked the door and walked
over to Achmed.

"Well, can't worry now about things to come, can I?" Sjoerd grinned before
kissing Achmed. "Right now I want to welcome the child Jezus on earth in my
own way. Or should I say, our way?" Achmed asnwerd Sjoerds kiss and touched
his crotch, feeling a huge erection.

"How long is that troubling you?" Achmed asked.

"Oh, probably from the moment we arrived" Sjoerd answered. "I only survived
recalling all the hot things we did over the past 2 years and imagining all
the sexy things we'll do in the future".

While talking Sjoerd tried to unbutton Achmeds shirt but, because he was so
horny, he failed miserably. Afraid his shirt wouldn't survive if Sjoerd
kept messing with it Achmed took over, undressing himself. Sjoerd followed
his example and soon both men were naked with very hard dicks. They dove in
bed started making out with an attitude. Not long after they were in 69
position, sucking eachother. Sjoerd moaned and moaned, enjoying Achmeds
attention on his dick. He loved Achmed sucking him off and Achmed
swallowing his load. But this time Achmed stopped way too soon for Sjoerds
liking.

"Why did you stop?" Sjoerd asked, accusingly.

"Well, I thought you might want to fuck me?" Achmed answered, taking a very
huge step there. You see, till now Achmed was a virgin when it came to
getting fucked. Till now he had been a total top.

"Are you sure, Achmed?" Sjoerd asked.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me. No idea if I will like it but I want to find
out with you."

Sjoerd didn't question Achmed again but immediately began rimming Achmeds
ass and shoved a finger in it. Achmed was surprised how much he enjoyed
this. In the past having even his own finger up his ass was enough to get
him soft immediately but this time he noticed his dick got ever
harder. Sjoerd inserted another finger and found Achmeds prostate. As soon
as Sjoerd started massaging Achmeds prostate the young Moroccan man thought
the world had stopped spinning. He was gasping for air while trying to moan
at the same time, which, he found out, was physically impossible.

While Achmed was still trying to understand the sensations going through
his body a new one was already approacing as Sjoerd positioned his hard
dick against Achmeds hole. To his surprise Achmed relaxed almost
immediately, allowing Sjoerd access. In one thrust Sjoerd entered Achmed
ass, hitting Achmeds prostate in the process with force. This caused instat
orgasm in Achmed and in a loud roar he shot his cum in the sheets without
him or Sjoerd ever touching his dick. Sjoerd was on edge of orgasm for
quite some time already and lasted purely on willpower alone. But after a
while Sjoerd reached the point of no return and moaning he filled Achmeds
ass with his seed.

"Wow! That was awesome!" Achmed said. "I should have done this a long time
ago". And with that they fell asleep, naked, on the cum soaked sheets.

The next morning Sjoerds stepfather knocked at the door.

"Boys, time to wake up. Sjoerd, you're mother isn't up yet but you'd better
get the door unlocked before she does. Otherwise there will be hell to
pay."

Sjoerd ignored the man his mother married. Sjoerd knew he shouldn't. The
guy wasn't to blame for his poor choice in women. Still, he didn't feel
like getting up just yet. He nestled in Achmeds arms a little more, feeling
Achmeds dick pointing straight forward. Sjoerds played with Achmed cut dick
for awhile when he was startled by a loud cry.

"Unlock the door this instant!" Sjoerds mother yelled. Even Sjoerd,
champion in oversleeping, couldn't ignore this one. Hell, it was loud
enough to wake the dead.

"We'll be down shortly, mother. And now leave us alone!" And, once more,
Sjoerds mother gave in, causing Sjoerd to be even more anxious than the
night before.

The morning was uneventful, probably because Sjoerds stepfather kept
putting out the small fires. But shortly after lunch it became clear why
Sjoerds mother hadn't fought any harder during the confrontations. It was
about 2 pm when a friend of Sjoerds mother came to visit with her husband
and daughter, This daughter, Sandra, was Sjoerds age and soon she made
Sjoerd feel really uncomfortable because she kept staring at him.

It took less than 15 minutes for Sjoerds mother to include him in the
conversation, something Sjoerd hated.

"Sjoerd, honey, why don't you go ahead and tell something about yourself
and your studies?" his mother encouraged him. So Sjoerd told them he
studied biomedical sciences, lived in Amsterdam and was dating Achmed.

"Eh, Margaret? I thought you said Sjoerd was still single?" the husband
asked.

"He is" Sjoerds mother replied.

"And that makes Achmed his ....?" Sandra, the daughter asked.

"A mistake which will soon be forgotten when he's found a good woman. A
woman like yourself, Sandra" Sjoerds mother answered.

Sjoerd exploded with anger.

"Mother, what is going on here? Are you trying to set me up with this
girl?" Sjoerd asked. His mother didn't respond.

"When are you finally going to realize I'm with Achmed? I love Achmed!"
Sjoerd shouted.

"Never! It's not the way things should be! You have to find a girl, get
married and have children. That's the natural order of things!" Sjoerds
mother screamed back at her son while getting up from her chair.

"Achmed, come on. We're leaving! I heard enough. As long as I'm not
accepted for who I am and who I love I will set no foot in this house
again!"

Sjoerd was beside himself with anger. Who did she think she was?! He was 21
years old and perfectly able to make his own decisions. Like she was such a
saint! His father left because he caught her in bed with two other man and
a woman. Sjoerd went to his old room and grabbed a couple of bags and boxes
there to put in some stuff he wanted to take with him to Amsterdam. He
would never return here as long as she lived as far as he was concerned.

"Sjoerd, get back down here and apologize or I swear I will cut you off,
mister!" his mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs Sjoerd ignored
her and kept packing old books, toys and photo's of him and his
father. Photo's with his mother in it he left hanging or standing. He
didn't even hear Achmed coming in and he jumped three storeys high when
Achmed put his hand on his shoulder. Achmed turned his boyfriend around and
saw tears in Sjoerds eyes.

"Why is she doing this, Achmed? Why is she trying to ruin my life?" Sjoerd
asked. Achmed remained silent because he didn't have an answer. His
parents, although deeply religious, didn't understand his sexual
orientation either but at least they had accepted Achmed was different.

Downstairs the Christmas spirit was gone completely. Achme heard the
friends of Sjoerds mother screaming she went too far this time and she
didn't want anything to do with a stupid bigot. Only seconds later the
front door closed with a bang.

"Achmed, could you get our stuff from the attic? I just want to get out of
here" Sjoerd asked. "And is it ok if I store these boxes in your spare
room? I just don't have enough space at the dorm".

"Sure, babe. For as long as you need" Achmed answered. He hugged Sjoerd
when they heard someone coming up the stairs angrily.

"That's probably my mother" Sjoerd said. "You'd better go get our
stuff. This isn't going to be pretty".

Half an hour later Sjoerd and Achmed were on their way back towards
Amsterdam. Achmeds car was loaded with boxes and bags filled with Sjoerds
belongings. Achmed glanced at his boyfriend every now and then. Sjoerds was
all teared up, still absently rubbing the red spot over his cheek where his
mother had hit him. She hadn't hold back and put all her anger in that
blow. She did confirm something for Achmed, though. If Sjoerds stepfather
hadn't intervened Achmed would have killed that woman. How did she dare
hurting the man he loved?! Sjoerd had shoved her out of the room and
continued packing. Not a word was spoken between mother and son after that.

Sjoerds mother started yelling to Achmed when she saw Sjoerd was ignoring
her but Achmed had done the same. If Sjoerd could ignore her so could
he. He kept walking past her, taking Sjoerds stuff to the car. Still, a man
can only take so much and after being insulted for about 20 minutes he
looked at her and the curse he threw at her in Moroccan was bad enough to
make a sailor blush, assuming he would know what Achmed said.

As soon as the last box was in the car Sjoerd removed the key to his
mothers home from his keychain and threw in into the hallway. Without
saying anything to his mother and her husband he closed the door and got in
the car. Achmed tried to tell him this might not be the right way to leave
but Sjoerd had indicated he didn't want to talk about it. Achmed looked at
the clock in his car and saw it was only 15h45, less than two hours since
the guests had arrived. He was being torn between talking to Sjoerd and
respecting his boyfriends wishes to let him be for now but it was hard. He
didn't want Sjoerd to think he didn't care.

Halfway their two hours drive Sjoerd started talking again.

"Nice way to spend Christmas, right?" Sjoerd cried. "I doubt this one will
go into the annals as best Christmas ever".

Achmed saw a parking area coming up. He took the exit, parked the car and
switched of the engine. He took Sjoerd in his arms, hugging him.

"Sjoerd, this wasn't your fault. Your mother did this" Achmed said.

"Don't call her that!" Sjoerd cried. "That bitch doesn't deserve that
title!" Sjoerd cried harder and harder.

"Shh, baby. It will be alright" Achmed tried to sooth him while stroking
his short red hair. Achmed loved Sjoerds hair and kept Sjoerd from dyeing
it in the past. This time he might not succeed in that. Sjoerd had his
mother to thank for the colour of his hair. Achmed felt terrible seeing his
boyfriend in so much pain.

"I'm ok, Achmed. Or at least I will be. Let's go to Amsterdam so we can
forget about these two days as soon as possible" Sjoerd said. Achmed
started the car again and the resumed their journey home.

When they reached Amsterdam a new question popped in Achmeds head. Did
Sjoerd want to come with him to his place or did he want to be alone after
all that happened?

"Achmed, is it ok if I come with you?" Sjoerd asked. "I could use a
friendly face and some strong arms right about now". Ok, problem solved.

"Of course, babe. For as long as you want".

Several minutes later they arrived at Achmeds place. Achmed parked the car,
killed the engine and looked at his boyfriend. Ever since they left the
parking area Sjoerd had cried every now and than and now he looked at
Achmed with red puffy eyes and tear streaks over his cheeks.

"Can't imagine this looks like anything you'd like to kiss" Sjoerd said
with a small teary smile.

"And I can't imagine you not looking ready to be eaten, baby" Achmed
responded. "Come on, let's get this stuff upstairs". Achmed didn't mention
the lack of groceries in his apartment or something else he needed to
discuss with Sjoerd.

After they moved all Sjoerds stuff upstairs Achmed grabbed a beer for
Sjoerd and a coke for himself. Even thought he didn't consider himself a
muslim a life without alcohol agreed with him.

"Sjoerd, tell me if I'm overstepping my bounds here but how are you going
to deal with the loss of your allowance? You could barely manage as it was,
even with the money you got from your .... from that woman" Achmed
corrected himself when Sjoerds face told him he was on dangerous territory.

"Well, I guess I'll have to drop out of school" Sjoerd answered. "I can
never afford tuition, rent, books en still have enough money to live on. My
grant isn't that big". And with that Sjoerd started to tear up again. He
hadn't realized all of this until Achmed mentioned it. And he loved his
studies. All he ever wanted in life was to work in a laboratory, working on
major break throughs. Ok, so they are rare but now he would definitely not
have a chance anymore.

"To be honest, babe, I already thought that would be the case" Achmed
said. "So why don't you move in with me? We can transform the spare bedroom
in a study for you so you have a private and quiet place to study. That way
you don't have to pay rent so you don't have to drop out of college."

"Achmed, are you sure that is what you want? I mean, that means I will be
around all the time. Are you sure we're ready for that?" Sjoerd replied.

"Well, I'm not sure we'll never have a fight or anything but I do know I
love you and I want you to be around me all the time. And I know I don't
want to see you hurt. So this way we got all of that covered."

As a response Sjoerd hugged Achmed and kissed his neck while rubbing
Achmeds chest. Achmed noticed he was getting hard again, just as Sjoerd
knew this would always do the trick in getting Achmed horny. One other
thing to get Achmed going was sucking his earlobe, which was exactly what
Sjoerd was doing next. Achmed pulled Sjoerd from his ear and gave him a
very passionate kiss. They kept kissing for a couple of minutes until
Sjoerd had to come up for air. But he certainly was aroused and hard now
and he decided he couldn't wait till Achmed had undressed himself. Despite
Achmeds efforts last night to keep his shirt intact Sjoerd pulled it open,
sending the buttons flying all over the apartment. He immediately started
rubbing Achmeds nipples while rubbing Achmeds crotch with his face. In the
mean time Achmed opened Sjoerds jeans so he had easy access to Sjoerds
cock. He felt the precum oozing from Sjoerds cock. While Achmed was
massaging Sjoerds dick Sjoerd undid Achmeds jeans and noticed Achmed had
forgotten to put on his underwear this morning. He started sucking Achmeds
dick an in a few tries had the entire monster in his mouth.

Achmed kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans so all he was wearing was
his now buttonless shirt. He quickly removed Sjoerd sweater and shirt while
Sjoerd himself removed his shoes, socks and jeans. Achmed ripped Sjoerds
boxer to shreds and dove in for Sjoerds dick which he almost swallowed
whole. Sjoerd enjoyed Achmed deepthroating him and felt it wouldn't be long
until cumming. Apparently Achmed realized that too because he stoppen
sucking Sjoerd. In stead he scooped Sjoerd up in his arms and took him to
the bedroom. There he lied Sjoerd down on the bed and started eating out
his ass. Sjoerd loved all the oral attention he was getting and relaxed
more and more so Achmed could also enter his ass with his tongue. After
some time, both men didn't know how much time, Achmed rested Sjoerds legs
on his shoulders and positioned his dickhead against Sjoerds asshole. In
one thrust he pushed his big hard dick in and if Sjoerd hadn't been
accustomed to that Moroccan cut monster Achmed would have ripped him
open. Now Sjoerd only felt a sting he associated with Achmed taking him and
a lot of pleasure. He loved having Achmed big throbbing dick op his ass. If
they were doing the things they did Sjoerd felt like everything was right
in the world.

Achmed fucked him there was no tomorrow. Sjoerd felt Achmeds dick slide and
out, rubbing against his bowel wall. Sjoerd loved it and felt his balls
react as well, They were near their boiling point and ready to erupt. And
than, without warning, they did. Sjoerd shot stream after stream of cum in
his face, over his chest and his abdomen till some cum still oozed from his
dickhead. Sjoerd was out for the count, completely drained and exhausted.

Achmed wasn't, though. He kept fucking Sjoerd while licking Sjoerds face
clean of cum. Achmed loved cum, especially young cum and Sjoerds was his
absolute favourite. It tasted a little salty where his own cum was always a
little bitter to the taste, The taste of Sjoerds cum, together with all the
emotions Achmed was feeling for him and the wonderful sensation of feeling
his dickhead rubbing against Sjoerds bowel wall was too much for Achmed and
he shot a huge load in Sjoerds ass.

Achmed was also out of it and collapsed on top of Sjoerd. He felt his dick
pop out of Sjoerd. Sjoerd looked at Achmed with love in his eyes and Achmed
knew he looked at Sjoerd the same way. They kissed and cuddled some more
till Achmed turned to his side, pulling Sjoerd into him. And lying like
that they fell asleep together, the first night they were living together.