Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2000 10:23:51 -2200
From: Opus Gay.com_Member <opusfra@gay.com>
Subject: Waking in Holland - Chapters 6-8

This is an account of a trip that actually took place, although I have
obviously changed a few things to how I wish they had happened.  If you do
not approve of young teen love, then what are you doing here anyway ?  If
you are not old enough to be reading this story where you are, then log off
and persuade your folks to move somewhere else

Chapter 6 - Moving on

We walked into the breakfast room side-by-side, fifteen minutes late.

I had prepared myself for this moment during a hurried shower, while Tommy
stood outside brushing his teeth , chattering incessantly.  I cared what
the other boys thought, what they would say, but most of all I cared that I
was alive and part of the world again.  Tommy had brought me to life again.
We had even shaved together in silence, naked at the sink.  With my usual
impeccable timing, I cut myself while Tommy managed a clean shave.

Just before we entered the room, Tommy clasped my arm.

"It doesn't matter what they think." He said defiantly

"I know.  It doesn't matter." I replied, and opened the door.

"Glad you could join us, gentlemen" Mr Wallace glowered at us. A few
nervous laughs went around the room.  I looked around at my team-mates,
examining their faces for hatred and scorn. Miracle of miracles, there was
none.  To them, we were late for breakfast and were being scolded.
Patterson had not told. They had no idea that Tommy and I had spent the
night clasped in a desperate embrace.  They did not klnow that Tommy had
been sucking my dick just minutes before, that I had cried his name as I
filled his mouth with my sperm.  In confusion I sat down quickly, looking
for Patterson.  He was at the back of the room holding a coffeee cup,
looking intently at Mr Wallace.  I looked at Tommy and he merely shrugged
in return.

"Today's game will be against Duisburg, from Germany." Mr Wallace intoned.
" A much harder test than yesterday.  They were unbeaten last season and
have the best young centre-forward in Germany, according to their coach.
Mr Carter is in for a rough day, I fear." The team laughed nervously again.
We knew we were good, but we had never been tested, and we had all heard
about Carsten Kohlmann, their star player.

"We could always just take him out of the game, sir " Patterson's deep
voice boomed over the others. "Without him, we would be home free."

"Yes, Patterson, you're right.  But wouldn't you rather beat them without
resorting to unfair tactics ? " Mr Wallace reasoned.  "What would it be
worth to win by cheating...?"  The younger boys nodded in agreement, their
eyes bright with the thought of the challenge.

I wondered which I would prefer - the win against a diminished side, or
being made to look a fool by Herr Kohlmann.  I strongly suspected I was
favouring the former, although knowing that Patterson was also of the
opinion made me lean towards the latter.

I agreed to take some extra practise from our three young strikers and half
an hour later was padded up and taking some serious hits on the practice
area behind the hotel.  I enjoyed the work-out, stretching and diving until
I felt that I was ready for the Germans.  I felt free and light on my feet
as I headed back to the room, wondering if Tommy would be there, whether we
had time to fool around before the bus departed for the game.

Chapter 7 - To each his own

Tommy had looked for Patterson as soon as he had entered the breakfast
room.  He noticed Jamie sit down suddenly, amazed at the neutral reaction
of the other boys.  Tommy was not even surprised.  He had known as soon as
Patterson met his eye that he had not told.  After breakfast, as Jamie had
headed out for extra practise, Tommy had hurried to join Patterson on the
way back to their room.

"Why ?" He asked.

"Because you looked so happy there.  So peaceful. " Patterson's voice
trailed away almost to a whisper. " So beautiful."

Tommy said nothing until they reached the room.  The door closed behind
them and he quickly moved ahead of Patterson, turning and pushing him back
against the door, kissing him ferociously on the mouth. To his surprise,
Patterson did not resist even for a second but kissed him back, with
interest, his tongue forcing his way into Tommy's mouth.  Tommy felt a hand
go behind his neck to pull his face in for a deeper kiss.  His head began
to swim as the older boy began to seduce him.  Strong hands were on his
back, reaching inside his shirt, then pushing under the waistband of his
trousers, his underpants.  They took hold of his buttocks and kneaded them
like baker's dough, pulling them apart and then crushing them together
again. His own hands were hanging limply by his side, but now he wanted to
touch, to feel the power of this boy-man.  He took hold of Patterson's
shoulders, ran his hands along powerful muscles until he reached a thick,
bristly cheek.  Patterson had not shaved.  All the time his mouth was being
invaded by a forceful, delving tongue.  After what seemed like minutes,
they broke apart for air.  They were both trembling.

"Did you do it with him ?" Patterson whispered fiercely.

"Yes, but I want you, Jon " Tommy replied, breathing heavily.

They kissed again and stumbled back to the double bed, losing their shirts
on the way. At the last moment, Patterson managed to stop himself from
joining Tommy as he fell - instead he rested one knee on thebed as his
trembling hand began to loosen the younger boy's belt. Tommy could see that
Patterson's huge cock was erect in his loose Levis, and he knew he had to
set it free.  He began to work at the button-fly, his trembling fingers
unable to do the job as fast as he would have liked.  He felt Patterson
yank his own jeans and pants down, roughly lifting his buttocks off the
bed, and at the same moment the last three buttons popped open.  Patterson
stood back to admire Tommy' s nakedness, slowly sliding his jeans and
boxers to the floor.

Tommy smiled as Patterson's monster came into view.  The huge circumcised
tip crowned a great column of flesh which twitched and bucked like a
nervous stallion. Tommy sat up, taking it in both hands, caressing it,
pulling it towards him, and began to take the tip into his mouth.
Patterson threw back his head as if he had been shot and began to moan
quietly.  Tommy slowly took more and more into his mouth until his jaws
ached and he thought he would suffocate, but when Patterson began to stroke
the back of his head tenderly, lovingly, he knew he would take it all.
With a great effort he opened his jaws wider and swallowed powerfully,
dragging the sweet-tasting meat to the back of his throat, loving the feel
of it invading him.  He felt coarse pubic hair rubbing the tip of his nose
and he drank in the heady, musky smell of sweat-covered balls as they
rolled over his chin.  Slowly he let the older boy slide his penis out of
his throat and into his mouth , before clamping down on the flesh as if to
say "No, you shall not have it. This is mine."

Patterson writhed in ecstasy as he stood before the boy.  He had never been
so powerless before and yet he felt incredibly strong.  He wanted to take
Tommy utterly, but he would sooner die than hurt him.

Tommy had the great penis deep in his throat again, rolling his tongue
around the shaft, making love to the beast.  Suddenly he felt a pulsing
warmth in his mouth and what seemed like an ocean of sperm poured down the
back of his throat, sweet-smelling, bitter-tasting.  Tommy swallowed over
and over again as Patterson's balls emptied themselves.

Now there was silence in the room.  Patterson breathed deeply as his penis
came free of Tommy's mouth, a long string of spunk connecting it to the
boy's bottom lip.  He caught his breath and then leaned forward to kiss the
salty lips.  He drank eagerly of his own love.

They changed places without speaking.  They did not know why, they just did
it.

Patterson pulled the younger boy's groin towards him, nuzzling the soft,
downy pubic hair.  The uncircumcised penis pressed insistently against his
throat as he made love with his tongue to the perfect V-shape of the boy's
loins.  He raised the tip to his mouth and began to do as Tommy had done,
taking it in inch by inch.  He looked up to see Tommy staring down at him
with adoration in his eyes.  Slowly he pried his legs apart, working his
hand between the cheeks of Tommy's bottom, caressing his anus with his
middle finger, just enough to excite, not to frighten. It was only a matter
of seconds before a thin stream of cum filled his mouth. He swallowed it
hungrily, the taste far better than anything he could have imagined.

They remained like that for several minutes, panting slightly, Tommy`s
hands wrapped around Patterson's head which, in turn, was pressed into
Tommy's stomach.  The smell of sex was like sweet, sweet honey.

Chapter 8 - German Efficiency

As I approached the room I was surprised to see Tommy and Jon coming out
together.  Gone was the usual distance between them.  They seemed to be
bumping into each other almost deliberately, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to
thigh.  In a flash, I knew that something special had happened between
them.  I felt a pang of jealousy, which vanished when I saw the look that
Jon gave Tommy just before he turned to see him where he had stopped in the
corridor.  A love affair had begun, and I found I was happy for Tommy.

"Hi guys, are you leaving ?" I kept my voice neutral, asking Tommy another
question with my eyes only.  "I thought we had a few more minutes."

"We thought we'd get some fresh air" Jon replied, looking down at Tommy's
upturned face.

I didn't need to hear any more.

"Let me get my sunglasses and I'll see you at the bus then." I said, but
they were already gone, flying towars the stairs, laughing wildly.  I found
myself laughing too, shaking my head in amazement at the unexpected turn of
events.

I sat next to Tommy on the bus ride to the ground.  It was a maddenlingly
short trip and I got no sensible answers to my questions.  I thought it
would probably be days before Tommy came back down to earth again.

The German team were warming up when we arrived.  I found himself looking
for Carsten Kohlmann, wondering what he would look like.  For the first
time in my life, I was feeling nervous before a game.  Most of the boys
seemed typically German - blond, and strikingly good-looking.  I watched as
a tall, plain-looking boy made his way into the centre-circle to toss for
bully-off.  I was disappointed that Carsten Kohlmann, the great German
hero, was almost ugly. The teams lined up and just as the two captains
shook hands in the centre circle, my eyes fell on one particular boy.  He
was short, blond and looked to be a little younger than his team-mates,
although he was powerfully built.  To hell with Carsten Kohlmann, this boy
was beautiful.  I was staring at him so hard that I almost missed the fact
that the teams were changing ends - the Germans had won the toss and
elected to play into the sun in the first half.  I collected my cap and
gloves and jogged towards the opposite goal, face-guard in hand.  The boy
turned towards me just as I reached the centre-line.

"Good luck," he said with a heavy accent.

"Yeah...right" I stammered.

What a fool !  I berated myself as I jogged the remaining few yards to the
goal-line, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The game went well for us in the first twenty minutes.  Jon scored with a
vicious, low drive and the Germans had only a few chances which I had no
problem keeping out.  I began to think that Carsten Kohlmann was a figment
of somebody's imagination when suddenly the Germans broke free just inside
their own half.  Two of them were bearing down on me, the beautiful blond
boy controlling the ball expertly with his stick as he ran.  I knew
Kohlmann was off to the right and that he would expect the ball delivered
to him to score the equalizer, so I threw myself at the feet of my
opponent, trying to cover the square pass also.  To my surprise he skipped
to my left, lightning-fast, and slotted the ball into the goal expertly.

"Toll gemacht, Carsten" shouted the tall, ungainly boy.

Wait a minute - THAT was Carsten ? My small blond power-packet, who looked
no older than thirteen, was Kohlmann ?  I stared in amazement as he jogged
back to the centre-line.  When he turned he gave me a broad smile and then
winked.  What was that supposed to mean ?

The game wore on and there were few chances.  Tommy and Jon seemed to be in
a world of their own so nothing came from their side of the field.  By the
same token, the Germans were unable to break through our compact defense
and we held out well.  In the dying seconds, the Germans pressed hard and
suddenly I found myself face-to-face with Kohlmann again.  This time he
waited too long and I was able to slide and take the ball and his feet in a
fair challenge.  He landed awkwardly, badly winding himself.  I scrambled
to my feet when I heard him gasping for breath and slid my hands under his
waist in order to ease the pain.  He looked up at me in sudden surprise and
our eyes met just for a second. He gritted his teeth and smiled.

"Dankeschoen" He grimaced.

"Yeah...right" I murmured again.  Oh God, what's wrong with me all of a
sudden ?

Before the game could start again the umpires blew for time - I made my way
over to him as he limped slowly off the field supported by a team-mate.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," I said as I walked slowly alongside him. "I had
to go for the ball."

"It's okay.  It's hockey," he was smiling now.  He nodded to his team-mate,
who jogged off to join the players on their way to the showers.  I was
surprised when he put a hand out to rest on my forearm.  We walked very
slowly to the dressing room.

"I am thinking you are not a bad goalman" , he said after a while.

"Goalkeeper" I replied without thinking.

"Yes." He said slowly.  "Look, maybe you will dine at my hotel tonight,
okay ?"

"Okay" I replied, surprised.

We had reached the dressing room.  I understood that he would meet me in a
few minutes at the same place.  I quickly asked Mr Wallace for permission
and wrote down the name of our hotel so I could get back afterwards.

I showered in double-quick time and was waiting at the Duisburg dressing
room before Carsten emerged, We walked slowly to the bus, me supporting him
as he limped, using his hockey stick for support.

"I could not take a...Dusche ?" He looked at me for confirmation.

"Shower ?" I offered.

"I could not stand on my own and the other boys did not wish to help." He
looked sad.

"I will help you, " I said quickly. He smiled gratefully.

We rode back to their hotel holding a stilted conversation, my non-existent
German and his moderate English.  When we got to the hotel I helped him to
his room.  On the stairs two boys past us, bumping Carsten roughly against
the bannister. One of the boys made a comment and they both laughed.

"What did they say ?" I asked.

"Nothing important.  Just silly boy talk." Carsten said through gritted
teeth.

There was a double bed in the room, but no single.

"Just two of you here" I said.

"No, me only.  Nobody wants to sleep with me."

I laughed out loud at the innuendo.  Carsten seemed upset.

"Sorry, it's just that 'sleep with me' means..." I dried up.

"Ah, I see.  I am sorry." He frowned at something.

"I will make a bath - I cannot take a...shower". He said, disappearing into
the small bathroom.

After a while I heard the water stop running.

"Jamie, can you help me - I cannot do this."

I entered the bathroom to find him naked, his back to me, standing with one
leg in the bathtub.  I stopped to admire his muscular physique and he
turned and held a hand out to me.  I caught a glimpse of a solid well-toned
stomach and a small patch of golden-coloured pubic hair.  As I came to his
shoulder and helped him get his other leg into the bath I saw that he had a
small but thick penis, and just a dusting of fair hair on his arms and
legs.  He settled into the bath with a long sigh and closed his eyes.

"I think you must wash my hair - I cannot." He murmured.

Gently I poured some shampoo on my hands and began to work up a lather.  He
smiled contentedly.  I rinsed his hair and he began to wash himself slowly.
I noticed that his penis was growing slowly but surely.  Mine was also.

"You must excuse my little man...he thinks for himself." He said without
embarrassment.

"Mine thinks for himself also." I replied.

"I see that." He said, settling back comfortably.

He lay for about fifteen minutes, soothing his aches away while I sat next
to the bath and talked about school life in England, and growing up in
Portugal.  When I reached the part about my father's illness he became very
still.

"My father is gone also.  Gone to Muenchen. Munich.  With his stupid
desk-lady." He said venomously. I was confused.

"Secretary ?" I hazarded.

"Yes, Sekretaerin. Stupid woman."

So here was another semi-orphan.  I suddenly knew that Carsten and I would
have much to talk about.  He asked for his towel and I helped him up to his
feet.  He wrapped the towel around his shoulders, ignoring the fact that
his penis was jutting out at just below my eye-level.

"He keeps thinking for himself ." He said with a shrug.

I helped him out if the tub and towelled his hair, standing behind
him. Suddenly I felt his back against my chest and an electic shock jolted
me.  I dont know if I had pulled him to me, or he had moved back into me,
but now my arms were around his chest and I was kissing the back of his
neck.

He let the towel fall and turned.  I bent down to kiss my first ever boy,
and he tasted delicious, like strawberries and cream.  He returned my kiss
shyly at first, then with increasing passion.  We broke and moved to the
bed.  Slowly he lowered himself down until he was lying on his back with
his legs slightly apart.  I marvelled at his beautiful body.  More than a
boy's, but a long way from a man's.  I stripped quickly as he watched,
smiling.

"You are a beautiful boy " he said.

"And you are much more than beautiful." I replied, kneeling between his
legs.

I slowly took his erection into my mouth, tasting the clean flesh.  I began
slowly to move my mouth up and down the length of his dick, breathing
heavily through my nose.  He raised himself onto his elbows to watch and I
held his eyes.

"Me too " he said after a while and I swung around to present him with my
cock.  He took it all into his mouth without hesitating.  While stars
exploded in my mind, I concentrated on giving this beuatuful boy the
blow-job of his young life.  I pulled his legs apart and licked the flesh
between his balls and his bumhole, each time getting closer.  He did the
same.  Suddenly I felt his tongue enter my hole completely.  I cried out in
surprise as he went in deeper.  I had never imagined such feelings could
exist.  When I got my breath back I stared at his clean, pink hole and,
deciding suddenly, began to lick all around it.  Still his tongue delved
into me, and I knew I wanted to give him that much pleasure also.  I closed
my eyes and tentatively stuck the tip of my tongue into him.  He squealed
as if I had hurt him.  In confusion I stopped.

"Nein, mach' weiter " he said urgently, and I understood enough to know
that his squeal had been one of ecstasy, not of pain.  I returned to the
business of pleasuring his bottom.  After a while I started to tease his
hole with my finger as well as with my tongue, and his hole opened up to
take both.  He returned his mouth to my throbbing dick, while one finger
kept my hole on fire.  I felt the finger enter me up to the first knuckle
and I opened up easily to allow him in. I wanked him with one hand while
the other continued to assist my tongue in driving him wild.  With a little
sigh he began to push against my hand and I quickly moved my head down to
collect his semen as it spilled out, thin and pale.  I began to lick his
stomach clean,and then suddenly his finger was completely inside me,
finding the most sensitive part of me.  instantly I cried out and shot my
load into his waiting mouth.

We lay together for a few minutes afterwards, his hand running through my
hair over and again.

"What did those boys say on the stairs ?" I asked again.

"They said we were both homo." He said sadly.

"Silly boy talk " I said, looking into his eyes until the sadness began to
fade.

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