Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 20:47:07 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in Old Amsterdam Part 2

This is the third story in the Wim/Kris series.

May I thank the many readers who have send me messages of encouragement,
your support is greatly appreciated.

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should
be read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys.

Some of the other stuff is factual, Well Amsterdam has not sunk into the
abyss and aeroplanes fly.

If you are not of a legal age where you live to read stories of this nature
or are offended by homosexual behaviour, man/teenage boy, teenage
boy/teenage boy, relationships etc. etc then please do not read any
further. If you do then it is not the responsibility of the writer or the
posting authority of any consequences that arise.

                    Back in Old Amsterdam

                      By Storyteller 2


Part 2

Chapter 3

Saturday

The introduction of David

There was a knock at the door and the sound of a pass key being operated.

"Just a tic," I shouted, "the chain is on."

I slipped out of bed and donned a bath robe and undid the safety chain. I
looked across at Paul who was still dead to the world. Stood before me was
my Wim with a breakfast tray and Henk in attendance.

"Come in boys," I said, "be quiet Paul is still asleep."

Wim put the tray down and came across the room and gave me my morning
kiss. It went on for a bit longer than a normal morning kiss.

Henk said, "Oh shit, you two are at it again."

"Jealous," Wim quipped and put his tongue out at Henk and went and poured
out 2 cups of tea and one of coffee.

Henk looked at me with a "I would like a kiss" look so I just put out my
arms and he came across and got a hug. He hugged me back and let his lips
join with mine. I was surprised at the way he kissed me. Up until now Henk
was the least loving of the three boys. He enjoyed sex but as far as he was
concerned it was just that: sexual gratification! This morning it was
different. I could feel he was closer to me in mind as well as in body. His
kiss went on longer than normal, it was more gentle. I could feel his body
was very relaxed and I could tell he was enjoying the union of our lips. He
seemed reluctant to break the bond.

When he broke the kiss I said, "I enjoyed that Henk, it was nice." He went
ever so slightly pink and just let a slow smile cross his face. I looked at
Wim whose eyebrows were raised in an arc.  I just shrugged my shoulders and
gave him one of my "I love you" smiles.

It was returned by another long kiss to my ear and he breathed very quietly
into it and said, "I love you more than you love me."

"Don't you dare start that again," I whispered remembering the time we
sounded like the old song, "no you don't."

Another voice said from the direction of the bed, "Oh bloody hell, they are
at it again," Paul had woken up, "put him down you don't know where he has
been!"

"I do, he has been to the kitchen to get you some toast and coffee."

Paul leaped out of bed, totally naked with the biggest erection I have seen
on a 13 year old boy, mind you I haven't seen any others but he was
certainly well endowed with a good 7" erect an inch more that Wim and
myself. I had not seen Henks since we got back here. Even Wim took a second
look. Paul poured himself a coffee and Wim poured me my second cup.

Paul looked at Henk and Wim and said, "Did you two enjoy yourselves last
night?"

"Yes, it was alright, but Wim was tired so we went to sleep pretty
quickly," Henk replied. "Did you?"

"Kris was knackered so we just cuddled and a went to sleep very quickly.
Mind you I woke up early, feeling very sexy. Kris was still asleep so I
woke him up the nice way," he said with a grin. "He found two of my "G"
spots and sent me into orbit, God I don't think I've had such a feeling
before. It was the first time anyone has found them."

Henk muttered, "Nobody has found mine yet."

I smiled at him and assured him that someone would one of these days.  He
said the sooner the better, because if was like both Paul and Wim said it
was like he couldn't wait. I made a mental note the next time he was with
me I would try to oblige him. It went very quiet and we all finished
looking at each other. Only Wim had moved and was sat on my knee, snuggled
into my neck with an arm around my shoulder. I had mine round his waist.
Every so often he would nibble my ear and then blow in it and finish off
with a peck on the cheek.

"Will you two pack it in," Henk said.

"Don't blame me," I said, "I'm just holding him on my knee."

"Yes, but you are enjoying it," piped up Paul.

We both looked at them and said in unison, "Jealous."

"YES," they replied and we all had a laugh.

I looked at both boys and said in a stern voice, " I want a word with you
two."

"Oh, shit, what have we done now," they said.

"You two told me a fib yesterday." I could see they were puzzled, "you said
you had permission for a half day off school and there wasn't any school
you were on holiday."

They both smiled and I knew they were going to shoot me down in flames.
Henk looked at Paul and Paul asked Henk to tell me.

"We had volunteered to do some charity work for the school during the
holiday so we were at school but we got excused duties yesterday. So really
we were not telling you "porky pies."

"Oh, I'm sorry, boys, my mistake," I said eating humble pie. "It was my
mistake anyway I shouldn't have asked if you were playing hooky because
otherwise Wim would have been doing the same. Just shows you what you get
like when you get old."

I got a kiss from both boys and they said they forgave me and they like
someone to be wrong sometimes. "Fallible," I said, "and if you don't know
what that means go and look it up in the dictionary."

The telephone rang and Wim got off my knee and answered it. He chatted for
about one minute and grabbed my wrist and looked at the time. I must get
him a watch. He put the phone down.

"That was the front desk, David is here. I told him to come for lunch.  I
thought he was early till I checked your watch. Do you realise it is nearly
12:00."

We all got up, dressed, and made our way down to the lobby. The meeting
room was free so Wim decided it would be a good idea to make the
introductions in there and then we could decide what we were going to do
after lunch. He let the other two get ahead and said in a low voice,

"I'm sleeping with you tonight, I missed the hell out of you last night."

"Me too," I said.

The boys dragged David along the hall to meet us and Wim steered them to
the meeting room. I followed behind.

I took a good look at the newcomer. He was about 5'4"/5'5" tall, slim with
what looked like a swimmers build, about 90 to 95 lbs, slim waist, straight
shoulders.  His hair was blond and parted down the middle. He had a very
fair complexion but I couldn't see his eyes but I remember Wim telling me
they were blue, they would have to be with his colouring. I let them get
into the room and joined them, closing the door behind me.  Wim introduced
me in a very formal way,

"David," he said, "I would like you to meet my new Dad, or he will be if
things go right."

The boy came across the room and shook my hand, a nice firm grip, "I'm
pleased to meet you, sir.  Wim has told me a lot about you."

I smiled and said, "Everything bad, I bet!"

"Oh, yes," he said, "you are the worst person he has ever met. You treat
him like dirt and beat him round the head with a big stick. He also said
that when he is with you he is always hungry as you never feed him
properly -- bread and water mostly!"

"Oh dear," I said, "my secret is out." Turning to Wim I said with a grin,
"Wait till I get you alone, young man, I shall thrash the life out of you."

"Promises, promises," Wim said putting his tongue out and coming across the
room to give me a hug, "but I am hungry."

"There you are, cupboard love, I only get a hug when he is hungry, anyone
else hungry."

There was a chorus of 3 teenage boys at a level of at least 100dBA all
yelling "YEEESS".

"Right which restaurant serves the best bread and water."

We departed the hotel in only what I can describe as a gaggle. The boys
leading the way and chattering in a mixture of Dutch and English the latter
when they were talking to me. We arrived at a small cafe in one of the
fairly local back streets. Wim told me that it was one of the few places
that served proper Dutch cuisine. He was correct. It was an excellent meal
in a relaxed atmosphere and gave me time to assess David.

I have described him from the rear but in the cafe he sat opposite me and
had taken off his coat and jacket. I made a reassessment of the colour of
his hair. It was just a little bit darker then ash blonde and shone as my
Grandmother would have said "like a shit house door on a frosty morning."
Crude, but it really did shine like the shampoo ads. on the television. His
face was beautiful, high-ish cheek bones, with a nice straight nose just to
say turned up at the end. He had eyes equally as blue as my Wim's but more
round and if anything a little deeper blue, almost ultramarine surrounded
with eyelashes long enough to sweep the floor.  I know some women who would
have killed for his eyelashes. He had a lovely shaped mouth and lips which
cried out to be kissed. I bet he is a fabulous kisser. His teeth were pure
white and all in the right place but not a patch on Wim's. His complexion
was peaches and cream with just a haze of barely discernable fuzz on his
jaw. The rest apart from his hands was of course covered up but his hands
were piano players hands, long sensuous fingers with immaculately manicured
finger nails. All in all a beautiful looking boy, he didn't look as though
he was to the stage of a teenager.

I looked across at him and asked him, "How old are you, David."

"I am nearly 14, one day younger than Wim, my birthday is next month. Why
do you ask?"

"I know you will hate me to say this, but you don't look that old."

"Yes, everyone tells me that. I sometimes carry my birth certificate with
me to prove my age, but my appearance can come in handy when I travel: I
can still get half fare without questions being asked. If I don't change
soon though it may mean me having problems when I want to buy things that
have a legal age limit on them," he said with an impish grin.

During the meal a lot of discussions took place between the boys on what we
would do for the rest of the day. I told them that what ever they wanted to
do was OK by me and I would just tag along or if I was going to be in the
way I could go back to the hotel and wait for them to return.

Wim grabbed my hand and announced he wanted his "new Dad" to be with them
and they would take me and show me some more of the sights of Amsterdam.
The rest of the boys agreed. I must admit they did an extremely good job
between them and the rest of the day passed pleasantly. At about 17.30 Wim
suggested we eat in the hotel as it would be cheaper than going out to a
restaurant, i.e. nothing, as he was still part owner and he could make sure
it didn't cost me anything. My boy was learning economics, their must be
some Yorkshire or Scottish in his ancestry.

We made our way back to the hotel and I suggested that we went to our rooms
and cleaned up before dinner. Henk and Paul dashed off to Wim's old room
which left David unsure of where to go. Wim told him to follow us. We got
to 369 and Wim opened the door. The room had been completely rearranged
whilst we were away. Another bed had been added and Wim said to David he
hoped he didn't mind sharing as, believe it or not, the hotel was full and
there wasn't a spare room in the place. David agreed.

I popped into the bathroom and had a quick wash. I called the boys and told
them to do the same.

"Should we have a shower?" Wim asked.

"Do you want to eat dinner tonight?"

"Oh, yes, I see what you mean," Wim grinned.

David came in at the end of the conversation and gave us a peculiar look
but didn't say anything. He had a quick wash. There was a knock at the door
and Wim let in Paul and Henk. We all went down to the hotel dining room and
it was heaving.  There wasn't a table to be had.

Wim was furious, "I own half of this bloody hotel and I can't get a table
for dinner."

"Never mind son," I said, "we will go out to our own little Steak House."

"Oh goody," Paul said, "can I have a steak medium rare?"

"You can," I said and we all set off for our Steak House in the "Red Light"
district.

We were welcomed with open arms and given the table we had the previous
time we were there. As David was new to the group, Henk explained to him
what we normally had and the way I had taught them to have their steak
cooked. He also told him that if he didn't like it that way they would cook
it a bit more for him. Little Paul, I must stop calling him "little" after
what I had seen last night, also chipped in with that this is the
restaurant that got him back into the correct eating pattern, with a little
bit of help from Wim's Kris.

He grinned at me and said, "You've noticed the difference haven't you?"

"Oh, yes, in more ways than one," I grinned.

We ordered and started to discuss Sunday expedition to the swimming baths.
The boys wanted me to check each of them out for technique and then
concentrate on the somersault turn. The meal came and the discussion
stopped as we devoured the steak. We all realised we were hungry and it
wasn't till we had finished the main course we got back to the discussion.
David didn't send his steak back. Dessert was a little slower and we
continued our talk. We decided to get to the pool early to give us time to
train and then have a free play time after. I reminded them that I had to
go to work on Monday and suggested they went to the pool again on Monday
and did a bit more practice.

"Well, if we are going swimming tomorrow, I suggest we are not too late in
bed tonight."

I paid the bill and we left about 21.00 and were back at the hotel by
21.15.

Paul and Henk said good night and both gave me a kiss. David's eyes were
like saucers when he saw this happen.

As we walked into our room David said, "Do you always do that with those
two?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"Give them a kiss good night."

"Oh that, no, only when they stop in the hotel, I don't go round to their
houses to do it."

"Don't take any notice of him," Wim said, "the 'old bugger' was weened on
sarcasm, he will probably give you one before you go to sleep tonight," he
paused, "that is if you want one."

Wim put on the safety chain and started to strip for a shower. I followed
his lead. David just stood there and watched.

"Are you going to join us for a shower," Wim said to David, "I can promise
you, you won't regret it, Kris and I nearly always shower together and I'm
sure he won't mind an extra one to wash," he added with a sly grin.

Wim, now totally nude dashed in to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I
followed him in. Wim whispered to me that he thought David was shy of me
but he was intrigued as even he hadn't seen David naked. I said I was
surprised as they were on the same swim team.

"He wears swimming shorts not trunks," Wim said, "I'm sure he could swim
faster if he wore the proper Speedo's. Do you think you could persuade him
to wear some."

"I can try," I said, "but where would we get him a pair, the shops are
closed now and tomorrow is Sunday."

"Oh, that's OK, I've got more than one pair now, remember I got that pair
in London, mind you he's not having them, they are special, you bought me
those."

We had got in to the shower and Wim was soaping my back as the door opened
and in walked a very embarrassed David. He had his hands over his private
parts and was just a little bit pink with his blushes. Neither Wim nor
myself were aroused, we were just going about the business of washing each
other.

"Come on in David," Wim encouraged the boy, "it's lovely but watch it, Kris
and I like a hot shower."

"Oh that's fine," he said, "I like a hot one too!"

Still with his hand over his genitals he stepped under the shower head and
got wet.

He turned to Wim and said, "Do you and Kris always shower together?"

"I wish!" Wim said with a grin. "We only do this at the weekend and on
holidays. When I'm at school I shower first and Kris climbs in as I get
out. We often dry each other. Kris treats me like a little boy and likes to
make sure I'm properly dry. I don't mind though I like him to dry me."

We had moved positions and I shampooed Wim's hair. I left the suds on his
head and turned to David and said,

"Come here, David, I'll shampoo your hair for you, put this over your eyes,
it will keep the soap out of them."

I gave him a wet warm face flannel and he faced towards the wall. I gently
rubbed the shampoo over his head, massaging the suds in to his scalp. When
I started he was quite tense but as I continued the massage I could feel
him relax and he leaned back against me.  I could tell he was enjoying the
experience.

"Oh, that's nice, nobody has done this for me before, please don't stop."

"Well, if you move away from me I'll wash your back," I said.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realise I was leaning up against you."

He moved forwards giving me access to the back of his body. Wim winked at
me as he finished his shower and got out. Wim said he was going to get dry
and watch a bit of TV whilst we finished off. He left the bathroom and
closed the door, again with a wink.

I washed David's back, starting with his shoulders and slowly working down
to his bottom.  As I reached his cheeks I heard him moan and he pushed
backwards. I slowly turned him round and saw him without his hands over his
private parts. He was stood with his legs slightly apart and his hands came
and rested on my shoulders, his eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on his
beautiful face. He was totally hairless, not a sign of a pubic bush but a
nice sized erect 5" circumcised penis. His scrotum held a nice sized pair
of testicles which, due to the hot water, hung well down below his penis. I
washed his face and neck and moved to his chest. He still kept his eyes
closed as I soaped his erection.  He moaned even louder and pulled himself
close to my body. His head nestled against my chest as I moved my hands
round his back and down to his bottom. I could feel his body tremble and
his head moved backwards and he pulled my head to meet his lips. He kissed
me passionately, his tongue darting in and our of my mouth. I ran my
fingers up his spine and he spasmed ejaculating all over the front of my
thighs.

He suddenly stepped back and said, "Oh, Kris, I'm ever so sorry. I don't
know what came over me. I've never done this before I don't know what came
over me."

I smiled and said, "You didn't come over yourself you came all over me."

He kept apologising profusely and with tears in his eyes asked me not to
tell anyone what happened. I told him that his secret was safe between me
and Wim.

"Will you have to tell Wim?" he said.

I told him about rules 1, 2 and 3 and I also said I knew Wim would ask me
what happened, so I would have to tell him. I reassured him that Wim would
keep his confidence and it would go no further. I also asked him if he
liked the experience.

"It was fantastic, I've never cum before without touching my dick. I just
didn't think it was possible but the feeling was so intense I couldn't stop
myself. I tell you what," he said with a grin, "I wouldn't mind having a
shower with you again. Maybe Wim could join in the next time."

I smiled and turned off the shower as Wim was shouting that we were taking
a long time and he wanted his hair drying. We grabbed some towels and went
back to the bedroom.

My Wim was sitting on one of the stools by the dressing table with a towel
over his head and nothing on. I moved over and slowly dried his hair and
down his back.

He sighed and said in one of his low loving voices, "Thanks, Dad."

His arms came round my neck and he gave me a long and sensual kiss causing
him to come to a full erection. We were oblivious of David who was watching
avidly. Wim became aware of his presence and I could see he was looking at
David's genital area. I stole a glance to see he was as hard as a rock
again.

Wim motioned David to come close to us and as he got close Wim put an arm
round his waist and pulled him to join us in the embrace. This time David
did not hesitate. I put my arm round him and we were in a joined circle. We
each kissed each other and then went about the business of drying each
other all over finishing with our hair.

David looked at both of us and said, "God, you two do love each other don't
you?"

Win replied, "More than anything in the world. Kris is going to be my new
Dad very soon, I hope, and I am going to live with him in England."

David looked crestfallen and asked when this was going to happen. Wim told
him about the Monday meeting. He also said we would be in Amsterdam till at
least next weekend.

"Does that mean I won't be seeing you after next weekend, then?" David said.

"Oh, no, I'm sure you could come over and visit us in the holidays," he
said looking at me for confirmation. I nodded.

I could see the wheels going round in David's head. He was brimming with
questions but apprehensive to ask them. I felt it was not proper to prompt
him. It seemed to me he was very inexperienced in sexual matters and I
didn't want to influence him in any way.

We all put on bath robes and sat in the easychairs set round the table. Wim
set the ball rolling and asked if David had enjoyed the shower. David went
a bit pink and said he had.  Wim pushed the point and asked if the shower
was different to other showers he had had before. David said it was the
best shower he had ever had. Wim again pushed the point and asked why it
was different to other showers. I could again see David thinking very hard
trying to make up his mind whether to trust Wim. He made up his mind.

"I did something in the shower that I have never done before in my life. I
came to a fantastic orgasm and "shot my load" without even touching my
dick. In fact, just in case you are wondering, and he looked at me with a
little smile, "nobody touched my dick."

Wim asked, "Did you like it?"

"Oh, it was fantastic, I don't think I have ever produced so much cum in my
life."

Wim continued with the interrogation, "So you do masturbate then?"

"Oh, yes, I have done for about two years now, my older cousin showed me
how to do it when we went on a camping weekend. I've been able to produce
cum for over a year now."

"Did your cousin do it for you then?" Wim pressed.

"No, he just showed me how to do it and left it to me."

"So do you mean you have, even now after the shower, never had anybody
actually masturbate you?" Wim asked incredulously.

"Yes, that's right," David replied.

"You don't know what you are bloody well missing. If you get the right
person to do it for you the feeling it gives you is out of this world," Wim
said with a far away look in his eyes.

David look at me and asked, "Do you do it for Wim?"

Before I could answer Wim jumped in and said sternly to David, "What me and
my new Dad do together in private is PRIVATE and if we tell you anything
you must make us a solemn promise NOT to reveal what we do or tell you to
another living sole. Anyway it would be two peoples word against one. We
must know if we can trust you."

You could see David again deep in thought.

"I would love to know more about gay sex. I think, no I have known, ever
since my cousin showed me, that I have liked males more than females. I
don't dislike girls and some of them turn me on but over the last eight or
nine months I have been more attracted to males.  I have never been brave
enough to say anything to them until now. I will give you my solemn
promise, cross my heart and wish to die, that whatever you tell or show me
I will keep strictly to myself."

Wim looked relieved and came over and sat on my knee. "What do you think
Dad?"

I thought for a minute or two and then said, "I think we should just let
things develop at their own speed, don't you?" and gave him a kiss on the
cheek. The kiss was returned with interest and became a full blooded French
job which got both of us moaning down each others throat's.

David came and sat on the arm of our chair and put his hand on my thigh.
Wim saw this and put his hand on David's thigh. We moved over to the big
bed. Wim on one side of me and David on the other. The two boys faced each
other with me as the meat in the sandwich.  Each boy nibbled an ear and I
slid my hands down each of their backs and squeezed a buttock in each hand.
Wim relaxed and enjoyed it but it sent David wild with lust. He started to
buck his hips and his breathing became faster.

I stopped squeezing and whispered in his ear, "Slow down, David, we've only
just begun."

His mouth found mine and he ground his lips to mine. His tongue was like a
rapier. I slowed it down by sucking very hard and got a monstrous moan down
my throat and a husky voice cried out,

"Oh don't stop, for god's sake don't stop, pleeease don't stop I want this
to last forever."

"If you don't relax it will only last for less than a minute the way you
are going on," Wim piped up, "for heavens sake do as Kris says and relax.
It will be all the better in the end."

I whispered in his ear in a calming voice, "Relax, David. Relax, David,
relax," and I stroked the back of his head and massaged his neck muscles.

He started to relax and his breathing became more normal. I could feel his
boyhood throbbing against my thigh. Wim started to work on him, running his
fingers down his side.  He moved so he was lying half on top of me and the
other half on top of Wim. This position allowed Wim to move so we were
laying together, our bodies touching side by side.

David slid down so his head was on my chest which allowed Wim access to my
lips. Wim and I fenced tongues and our minds melded together. We knew we
were going to give David the most intense experience his young mind and
body had ever experienced. Both our hands were now opposite each others,
each on the opposite side of David's body. I knew Wim was looking for his
erogenous zone. We found them together. The effect was electric.

David went rigid and then shook violently. We both released our hold at the
same time and he collapsed limp on top of us. We continued down to his
buttocks. I squeezed and Wim let his finger stray to his puckered anus.
David was now moaning and breathing hard again.  Wim's other hand slid
under him and encircled his hard and throbbing penis. David was leaking
pre-cum and smearing it over my thigh. I could feel his body start to
stiffen. Wim let his finger enter him and I squeezed his buttocks. Wim slid
David's penis between the top of my legs and pushed with his finger.

It was too much for the boy. He thrust forward, Wim fingered his prostate
and he screamed, "OOOOOOHHHH! YEEEESSSS."

His body went totally rigid, his back arched, his toes and feet pointed in
a straight line with his legs, his whole body started to spasm and shudder.
He pumped hot sticky sperm time and time again between my legs. Wim
withdrew his finger and David collapsed in a heap between us. Wim and I
rolled together, lips to lips, with David on one side and we each finished
each other off with our hands. The three of us laid exhausted on our backs,
arms around each just feeling satisfied. David had gone to sleep. I picked
him up and put him to bed in the smaller bed. He never moved, he was
totally spent. I climbed back in with my Wim and we cuddled up to each
other.

"What did you think of that?" I said.

"He gets turned on very quickly, I bet he will remember this night for a
long time and I would like to bet he wants to do it again before we go back
to the UK."

"I think you might be right," I said, giving Wim a loving kiss on the
cheek. "Want to go to sleep?"

"Mmmm, Night-night, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son. God bless."

End of part 2

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