Date: Sat, 21 Nov 1998 21:58:01 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in Old Amsterdam part 3

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.

               Back in Old Amsterdam

                    By Storyteller 2

Part 3

Swimming Training

I slowly came in to the land of the living. I could feel a body at each
side of me, both of which were obviously asleep. Even with my eyes closed I
knew the one cuddled up to my front was Wim's. By this time I knew the feel
of him, the smell of him, the way he breathed.  He was wound round me as he
nearly always in the morning: the Wim position. I kissed his forehead. He
opened his eyes and without moving he returned the kiss and whispered,

"Good morning, Dad.  What time is it?"

I said, "I haven't clue, but we've got company." I looked at my watch, and
said, "0645."

Wim looked over the top of me to see David in a spoon position against my
back with one arm over my waist and his hand resting just above my pubic
hair.

"When did he join us?" Wim continued in a low voice.

"I haven't a clue, I've just woke up. I knew you were in front of me and
then I realised we had company."

"How did you know I was at the front of you?"

"When you love someone as much as I love you, even with my eyes closed I
knew it was you. Anyway you were in the Wim position and it felt like you."

"I love you too," and he gave me another gentle kiss on the mouth. "Do you
need a ciggy?"

"I'll give you one guess," I said as he slipped out of the bed and went to
my side and collected my cigarettes from the side table. He took one out of
the packet and came back to his side and slipped in beside me. I had moved
to one side and turned on to my back. I lit the cig and took a deep drag
and put my arm round Wim's shoulders.  David was still sleeping like a baby
but had moved so his arm was over my midriff and a leg over mine.  Wim
mirrored David's position but put his hand round my morning erection and
smiled up at me. I gave him another kiss which was returned with interest.
We laid like that for a good 10 minutes until I finished my cigarette. I
now had two hands free and slid them down the backs of two aroused
teenagers, one still asleep and the other most definitely awake. I could
feel two erect penises pressing against my thighs. David started to slowly
move his hips backward and forward in a steady sensual movement. I checked
and he was either a very good actor or was having a sexy dream.

"Is he having a wet dream." Wim asked with a grin.

"Well, it isn't wet yet but give it time," I smiled, "do you think we should
let him continue or should we wake him up."

"Naw, let him continue, I want to watch him come to a climax and see him
cum. I might even finish him off with my hand and then he can say he has
had someone masturbate him, because last night he brought himself off
between your thighs."

"Yes, but the poor kid won't know, so he will still think no one had done it
for him."

"Before he goes home on Monday night we can make sure we have both serviced
his need.  Do you mind if I do the same. The only difference is I will know
I'm doing it and getting pleasure out of it."

"No, I don't mind," I said, "go ahead."

"Help me with your finger in you know where, please, Dad," Wim said in a low
sexy voice.

I spread my hand over the cheeks of his bottom and let my middle finger
slip between and fingered his sphincter. He moaned and pushed his erect
penis hard against my thigh, simultaneously squeezing my penis hard. I did
the same with David who instinctively pushed backwards forcing my finger
inside him. David's arm came over the top of me and grabbed Wim's arm. They
both held each others arms in a vice like grip. Wim moaned that this was
different and he liked it.

I now had two sex crazed teenagers, one still asleep, humping my thighs
each with one of my fingers in their rectums and one of them masturbating
me at the same time. No wonder they called Amsterdam the sex capital of the
world, I reckoned it was the sex capital of the UNIVERSE. Wim and I could
tell we were near a climax and I said through laboured breaths not to stop
and go for it. He did and we were in unison yet again. We both shuddered
and let go our morning shots. David on the other hand was still having his
intense wet dream. Wim moved over the top of me and set to work in earnest
on David's hairless member. I found his prostate and stroked it gently.
This set David off in a frenzy.  All of a sudden he stiffened, Wim squeezed
his penis and I pushed hard on his prostate.  That was sufficient, his
whole frame shuddered, he squealed in delight, his legs and arms thrashed
all over the bed and he shot copious amounts of semen with each shudder. He
let out a moan as he had held his breath and collapsed face down on the
mattress.

"He enjoyed that," Wim said with a smile, "pity he wasn't awake to get even
more enjoyment out of it." He cuddled up to me at me and said, "but I think
we both enjoyed it for him. What do you say."

"I'm sure we did. Three happy chappies."

"Tea?

"Oh yes, please, love; I could murder one."

He got out of bed and slipped on some clothes. "I'll be back in five.  Let
me in when I knock," he ran out of the room.

I lit another cigarette and felt a stirring body next to.

"Good morning, David," I said. "How did you get there?"

"Good morning, Kris. I felt a bit cold in the night and slipped in with you
and Wim, I hope you don't mind."

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said I didn't mind at
all, did he sleep OK. He moved and I could tell he had felt he was wet and
sticky by the look on his face.

Tears came to his eyes and he stammered, "Kris I think I've done something
silly. I think I've wet myself."

"Have a feel," I said with a grin.

"Oh shit, I'm all sticky, it's all over me. Oh God I remember now." He went
very red.

"Well you had better wait till Wim comes back with the tea and coffee,
because I'm sure he will want to know as much as I do, about your wet
dream.

There was a knock on the door and I let Wim in carrying a tray of tea and
coffee and the usual pile of toast. Wim did the honours and slipped back
into bed with the two of us. The three of us sat up with cups in our hands
and resting against the headboard.

Wim looked over at David and said, "Well, are you going to tell us about
your dream?"

David just looked at both of us and then said, "How did you know I'd had a
dream."

Wim giggled and said, "We both watched you start it and then we helped you
finish it, was it good and were we in it?"

"Yes, it was fantastic and you both were in it."

He gave a graphic description of his dream which was almost the same as
what had actually happened except, and this must have coincided with my
finger entering him, the dream varied like this. I had turned away from him
in the spoon position and he had pushed his boyhood between the cheeks of
my bottom and Wim had moved over to spoon him. He felt Wim's rigid member
slide between his cheeks and he pushed back and felt Wim enter him.  Wim
pushed forward and that caused him to enter me. According to his dream we
worked in unison and he had put his fingers round my manhood and
masturbated me. Wim had hit his "G" spot and that had sent him over the top
and he felt himself pump shot after shot into me.

Wim gave him a graphic description of what actually happened and Wim could
see he was getting worked up again. Wim slid over the top of me and told
David to lay back and enjoy the next few minutes. I leaned over and kissed
him letting my hands run over his chest and gently playing with his light
brown nipples which came to hardness with my administrations.  His tongue
entered my mouth and moved around searching every crevice.

Wim started to slowly rub his now throbbing penis with long gentle strokes.
He moaned and groaned with absolute pleasure. Wim quicken his pace. I slid
my hands down his sides and I felt him stiffen. Wim picked up his speed and
I cupped his testicles in my hands. I felt them move up in his scrotum and
his legs stretch out like ram rods. He held his breath and his back arched.

"OH YES, OH YEEESS, AGHH," and he spasmed and sperm shot out of the end of
his throbbing penis covering his chest and then with the next shot his
stomach and the final small shots ran down his hairless pubic area.. He
gasped in lungs full of air and flopped back on the mattress.

When he got his breath back he kissed me, he kissed Wim, and said, "I wish
you two were staying in Holland."

"We are till next Sunday, Wim winked at him, "and you only live five
minutes walk away."

They both looked at me and grinned.

"Shower," I said and moved into the bathroom.

It was what I call a workman like shower, each cleaning the parts that the
other could not reach. I'm sure there is a well know larger advertisement
that goes like that, but it was a cleaning type shower, nothing sexual,
except we finished off giving each other a kiss.

I've heard of a jerk off circle but we practised a hair drying circle and
we were just about finished when there was a knock at the door. Wim let in
Henk and Paul.  They wanted to know if we had eaten breakfast.

"Only tea and toast," I said. "Are you two hungry?" Wim poured them a luke
warm coffee.  It was decided that we could all do with a proper breakfast
so we finished dressing and went down to the dining room. When Wim had been
down making the tea he had put a reserved notice on one of the tables. His
comment was the other bloody guests could wait, so he had made sure we
would get a decent table and wouldn't have to wait. I told him he was a
clever lad and that was good forward planning.

We discussed what we were going to do today and I brought up swim wear. I
knew that all the boys other than David wore Speedo type trunks. David said
his mother wouldn't buy him any so he didn't have a pair. Wim volunteered
to lend him a pair of his and suggested he try them on before we went to
the pool. David was delighted and said he couldn't wait to try them on. We
all ate a good breakfast and I suggested that we meet up again in about an
hour in my room. The boys wanted to know why we couldn't go now. I told
them I wanted them to digest some of their breakfast before a training
session. It wasn't a good idea to swim on a full stomach. Henk and Paul
said they would go and play on Wim's PlayStation and to give them a ring
when we were ready. Wim said he would go to his own room and dig out a pair
of Speedo's for David. We all went to our rooms. When David and I got in my
room he said would there be a time when we could be alone as he wanted to
talk to me privately. I said it might be difficult as Wim would be around
most of the time, but if he didn't mind Wim being in on the conversation he
could do it anytime. He said he would prefer it to be just one to one if
possible but, if not, then Wim would have to be there.  I suggested he ask
Wim if he minded and see what he said.

Wim knocked on the door and I let him in. He came through the door and put
on the safety chain. He gave David a pair of Speedo's, they were a yellow
pair with a little motif on the left hand side. David immediately stripped
naked and put them on.

"What do you think?" he asked turning round in a full circle.

All Wim could say was "Wow, fantastic."

I must admit he looked gorgeous. He filled the trunks like the models you
see in the glossy magazines. I grabbed my camera and took about six shots
from all angles and then got him to pose like the shots seen in the mags.

David moved over to Wim and put his arms round his neck and gave him a lip
to lip kiss and thanked him very much for the loan of the trunks. Wim told
him he could keep them as I had bought him a new pair and he looked
terrific in them. The kisses became more intense and I could see a bulge in
the front of Wim's pants and David was tenting out his new trunks to the
extent that the head of his penis was poking above the waist band.

"Give me one like you did this morning, pleeeasse," David begged Wim, "I've
never been so hot before in my life."

Wim looked at me and I gave him a nod.

"I'll do better than that," Wim said leading David to the bed, "lay on your
back and do just what you feel like doing.

David laid on his back and Wim slipped out of his clothes. Wim slowly
rolled David's Speedo's down to his feet and puled them off. He climbed
between his legs and licked down the front of his body. He then turned him
over and licked up the back of his legs and then concentrated on the back
of his knees. This sent David wild. He turned on his side and Wim moved to
the front and took his throbbing boyhood between his lips.

The look on David's face had to be seen to be believed. He was in ecstasy,
his eyes were tightly shut, his mouth open and he was breathing in short
gasps. Wim moved into a 69 position pushing David on his back again. David
opened his eyes to see Wim's very erect penis just above his mouth. Wim let
his mouth run down the length of David's penis which was enough to make
David grab Wim's buttocks and pull him into his mouth. They became a mass
of sexual passion. They both groaned and moaned and David could not hold it
any longer.

I went across and slid my finger passed his sphincter and this caused him
to suck in on Wim's penis and he released his load into Wim's waiting
mouth. Wim did the same and they both collapsed in a heap on the bed. They
laid there for a good 15 minutes until Wim slid off the bed and slowly got
dressed. David followed suit.

David looked at me and then said to Wim, "Do you and Kris do this all the
time?"

Wim laughed and said, "No silly, we sleep together, but we often just hold
each other and kiss each other goodnight and go to sleep. We only `make
love' when we are in the mood."

I checked the time and told the boys it was time we got moving. Wim called
Paul and Henk and we made our way out of the hotel and towards the pool.
The boys were quite excited gabbling away in Dutch. I followed behind
having difficulty in keeping up with them.

"For heavens sake slow down," I panted.

"Oh, sorry, old man." Wim grinned and said to the others, "Slow down a bit,
remember my `old man' is an old man."

Henk and Paul waited for me to catch up and then put my arms round their
shoulders and suggested that I lean on them for support. David came behind
me and held me up by putting his arms around my waist.

Wim looked on in horror, "Watch out," he cried, "if you take the piss too
much he will clobber you; take it from me, I know."

David looked concerned, "Does he beat you?" he asked in genuine concern.

"All the time, I'm black and blue with his beatings."

David quickly let go and Paul and Henk just collapsed in a heap in fits of
laughter.

David realised that it was he who was having the "mickey" taken out of him
and beat both Henk and Paul over the head with his rolled up towel. They
did slow down, thank goodness and it didn't take long to get to the pool. I
paid for all of us. I wondered how many more would join the group. I was
beginning to feel like the Pied Piper of Hamlyn. It started with one and
now it was four!

The changing room was divided into two halves. A large open space with
benches against the walls and a row down the middle and the other side had
cubicles for the shy amongst us. Even David had got over his shyness so we
used the open space and we changed into our trunks and put our clothes in
the lockers in the next room. We continued on to the pool, passed the
showers and through the foot bath. We got to the pool and I was amazed,
there were only two other bodies in the water, both youngish boys.  They
both waived to David who waived back. Wim asked who they were. David said
they lived near him but were in the year below them at their school.

I marshalled the boys at the shallow end and asked then to get wet and do a
couple of lengths. It was a 25 metre pool so it would just loosen them up a
bit.  It also gave me a chance to have a quick look at their strokes and
techniques. Wim was swimming like a fish and without much effort kept up
with the other guys. It was when they reached the far end I saw his plan.
He made sure he was behind all of them and as they turned he went into his
tumble turn and came up 3 metres in front of the lot of them. A good
demonstration of how they were going to win the relay race. The looks on
the other boys faces was priceless. Wim powered ahead and they just gave
up. When they got to the shallow end I was in the water waiting for them.

"Before we go home today you will all be doing that," I said. "First I want
to brush up on your technique."

We spent about an hour doing lengths, nothing strenuous, just concentrating
on breathing, leg and arm timing and head positioning. To show how they
were improving I timed the first few lengths and towards the end of the
session I timed them again. There was a marked improvement. I suggested we
take a break. The boys were really excited when I gave them the difference
in the times from the start to the finish.

"That's even before we have learned how to do that turn," Henk said, "we
will slaughter them."

I grabbed a towel and moved up the stairs at the end of the pool where
there was some tables and chairs and ASH TRAYS. The area was a little
cafe and I checked the menu. It was simple fare but smelled heavenly. I
looked at the time as surprised to see it coming up to noon. Time for the
final session. I made my way down to the poolside and got Wim to
demonstrate the turn. The boys had been watching and soon got the idea. I
decided the time was right for my experiment. I called the boys together
and asked them to line up as they would for the race proper. "I want you to
race and turn the old way, but only do two lengths and I will time you. A
10 minute break and the same again but with the new turn.  They did as I
asked and at the end they were all jumping up and down wanting to know the
difference. Even I was surprised. A four turn race using the tumble turn
was nearly 8 seconds quicker.

"Anyone--?" I was interrupted by four teenage boys.

"Ravenous," was the reply.

"Let's have a shower and get dressed and then we will eat."

The showers were a mixture of communal and cubicles. Wim and I opted for
the communal as did Henk the other two took separate cubicles. Wim said he
thought it was better for us to be in full sight because if we had taken a
cubicle he would not have been responsible for his actions. I grinned and
agreed with his sentiments. As Henk was with us it gave me a chance to have
a good look at him for the first time since we arrived back in Amsterdam. It
was only about six weeks since I had seen him naked. He hadn't grown in
height in fact unlike Wim who had put on a spurt in growth Henk had more or
less stayed static. If anything he had developed a little more definition
in his chest and legs and that was about all. He saw me checking him out
and moved closer to me.

"I'm a bit worried about my development,." he said. "Can I talk to you about
it ... later?"

He moved back to his shower head and Wim joined me.

"What did Henk want?"

"He wants to talk to me about his development `later,'" I said with a
knowing look.

Wim grinned and said, "I thought he would, he is the only one who hasn't
slept with us since we came back. Shall we let him sleep with us tonight?"

"Well one of them will have to as there isn't any spare rooms at the
hotel," I replied. "You set it up with the other boys."

"OK," he nodded.

I dried Wim's hair for him and looked up to see five other boys waiting to
have their hair dried. Five! I only had four with me and I had done one. I
saw the other two were the boys that had waived to David.

I did my lot and turned to the first of the interlopers: "I'm not the
resident hair dryer," I smiled at him, but I dried his hair for him and his
little friend. They dashed off and started to talk to David. As we were
getting dressed David came across to me and asked if the two smaller boys
could eat with us.  He said they were on their own and they lived in the
same block as he did and he knew them quite well and they were nice kids. I
nodded and the two little boys saw my agreement and jumped up and down with
glee. Now we were seven.

I said to Wim, "Do you know where I can buy a tin whistle?"

"What on earth for? Can you play one?"

"No and it is a bloody good job I can't, as I reckon I would have half the
kids in Amsterdam following me. I started with you and now look!"

Wim grinned his big wide grin, showing his perfect teeth and said, "I've
heard of the Pied Piper of Hamlyn but not of Amsterdam."

"Well it seems to be getting like that. Do you know these kids?"

"Not really, I've seen them at school but they are in the year below
me. Did you check them out?"

"No, I was engrossed in the training session, did you?"

"Only a cursory look, they both looked to have nice sized bits for their
age. I thought they looked well in Speedo's and they both swam very well.
You wouldn't see, but they were copying our new turn. I wonder if they are
in the swimming gala!?"

"One way to find out, ask them."

I gathered my flock and shepherded them towards the pool exit and the
cafeteria. We moved two tables together so we could sit seven down to eat
and reserved the seats with our towels. It wasn't really necessary as we
were the only customers!  I let the boys go before me. Wim was first in the
queue and heaped his tray with food.  He pointed to me and moved off to the
table. The rest followed suit except the two new arrivals who went to pay
for their own. I shook my head at the cashier and she gave them their money
back. I paid for the lot. It was a good hot meal; again, nothing fancy, but
well cooked, wholesome, and plenty of it for ravenous teenagers, a bit like
the pool cafeteria at home.

The boys had left the seat at the head of the table for me with Wim on one
side and Henk on the other. There was little conversation during the meal.
The only sounds were of jaws munching and lips smacking and liquid being
drunk. Feeding time at the zoo! My ESP was working and I looked at Wim who
was looking at me. I leaned over to him and he unashamedly gave me a kiss.

"That was nice," I said.

"You knew I wanted that without me having to ask, didn't you?"

"I did and I think I can feel it from elsewhere around this table, can
you?"

"Isn't it funny, but yes I can," Wim said, "I feel it from the little ones,
do you?"

"Yes, more from one than the other."

"Yes, so do I. Which one? Do you know?"

"I think so, the smaller of the two," I replied.

"That's funny, I'm getting the vibes from the bigger of the two," he said.

I thought for a minute or two and I felt Wim was in tune with my thoughts.

"Let us leave it for the time being," I said, "we have enough on our plates
at the moment."

He looked at me with his impish grin and just a slight show of his tongue
sticking out and said,

"There's nothing on my plate. I've eaten it all."

I looked around the table and said, "OK boys, time to go I think."

David said that Eric and Peter wanted a word with me before they went.  I
said fine no problems. Eric was the taller of the two came and thanked me
for the lunch and asked if I was going to the school swimming gala on
Tuesday. I said I was and they both smiled.  Peter asked me to look out for
them, he was in the under 13's Freestyle and Erik was in the under 13's
Breaststroke and if they won it would be down to my coaching of my boys as
they copied the new turn. I wished them luck and they ran off with big
smiles on their faces.

My boys were in a huddle again. It worried me when that lot got in a
huddle. They were usually deciding something for later. They had. Wim asked
how much money I had with me. I told him and he said it was sufficient. I
had to follow them and he promised they would walk slowly. He got a clip
round his buttocks for his cheek.

We made our way to one of the many canals and hopped on a cruise boat.  We
spent a super afternoon having a conducted tour of Amsterdam via its many
interconnected waterways.  Anyone with a few hours to spare and on a nice
day it is a treat worth taking. The tour finished not far from the hotel so
well all "de-boated" and made our way back.

Wim went straight to the dining room and reserved a table. Dinner would be
starting in about an hour and as he pointed out we didn't want to have to
go out for dinner again. The boys decided they wanted to talk about
tomorrow so they went to the meeting room and I made my way to 369. I
kicked my shoes off and rested on the bed. I'd had a busy day. I must have
drifted off and was brought back to consciousness by a knock on the door. I
opened it and found Henk stood there.

"Are you on your own?" I asked, looking to see if any of the others were
coming down the corridor.

"Yes," he said coming into the room, "the others were sorting out what we
are going to do tomorrow, so I said I would fall in with what they decided
to do and told Wim I would come and see you."

"Ah, I see, for that chat you wanted."

"Yes, if that is OK with you."

"No problems, Henk, what's your worry?"

"Have you noticed Wim has grown about five centimetres in height and his
penis is much bigger and his pubic hair is thicker. Paul is even more
advanced, his penis is huge, he has grown at least seven centimetres and he
has put on a lot of muscle."

"So?"

"Well, look at me, I'm no different to what I was when you were last over
here."

"Oh yes you are," I said. "I noticed the difference when you kissed me
yesterday."

"Oh, How?"

"Well you felt more solid, for a start and the kiss you gave me was very
different from the ones that I have had before."

He moved closer to me and put his arms over my shoulders and said, "Can I
give you one now?"

I didn't say a word but just put my arms round his hips and pulled him into
my body, my hands on the cheeks of his bottom. His head went back and I
pressed my lips to his. He sucked my tongue into his warm wet mouth and his
hands grabbed my hair and pulled my head to mesh our lips together. His
hips ground into my pelvic area and I could feel his penis pulsing with his
heart beat. He groaned and sucked harder, his hands moving quickly down my
back grabbing the cheeks of my bottom in a vice like grip. His moaning
became more insistent and he forced me backwards so I fell on the bed. He
was now in a frenzy, his hands pulling at my clothes, my shirt and trousers
were removed very quickly and he stood up and threw all but his briefs on
the floor.

His breathing was becoming in laboured, quick short pants, he scrambled on
top of me his lips locking on to my nipples, his tongue swirling round
bringing them to hardness. When he felt them go hard it drove him wild, he
put my hands on his briefs and stood up over me which caused me to pull
them down. His penis sprang out, jerking with his heart beat, streams of
pre-cum running down to his scrotum. His knees bent and positioned
themselves at each side of my thighs. He bent forward and ground his lips
to mine. His hands moved down to the top of my boxers and he slid his body
down, letting his lips run over my chest, down my tummy and pulling my
underwear off. His lips locked round my penis, his hands under the cheeks
of my bottom pulling me into a deep throat suck. He pushed a finger passed
my sphincter, slipped my penis out of his throat and breathlessly demanded
I do the same to him.

The intensity of his actions had taken me by surprise. He was in total
control. He was in a frenzy of lust and sexual desire. His whole being was
consumed with passion. I gripped him with my arms and held him tightly to
me. I told him to relax. I tightened my grip to almost bear hug proportions
before I got through to his senses. He gradually relaxed and then collapsed
on top of me. He started to cry. I cradled him in my arms and whispered
softly in his ear. I told him there was nothing wrong with his development,
that all teenagers had growth bursts and then nothing seems to happen for
months and then all of a sudden he would notice his pants were too small or
he couldn't get into his shoes or his shirt wouldn't button round his neck.
That last one was the thing that did it. He said he put a shirt on the
other day and found it was tight round the collar.

I started to move my fingers lightly over his body. He responded by
relaxing even further and started to enjoy my administrations. I turned him
on his back but still on top of me. I started moving my fingers over his
chest. I felt his nipples harden and his thighs go tense.  I moved further
down each side of his abdomen. Just above his hips I felt him start to
shake.  I knew I was close to one of his erogenous zones. He held his
breath and I hit both matching zones at once. As he spasmed I released the
spot. As he relaxed I hit them again.  His hands flew to his erect penis
and he yelled "AGAIN! AGAIN! OH GOD AGAIN." I hit them again. He went as
stiff as a board, every muscle in his body went tense. His whole frame
shook and even without moving his hand on his boyhood he ejaculated shot
after shot of thick white creamy juice all over his chin, chest, stomach
and pubic area. After about ten minutes his breathing became normal and he
rolled over and kissed me deeply.

"You are a super man and I envy Wim. I now know why he loves you so much.
It isn't just the sex it is the way you relate to people. You could have
really hit me when I lost it a while ago but you didn't, you put my mind at
rest and then sent me to heaven and back. I now know what Paul and Wim were
talking about when you hit my "G" spot. It was AWESOME." He paused and then
said, "I think we need a shower."

We showered and re-dressed. Henk said he would go and see what the rest
were doing and he would see me at dinner. As he was going down the corridor
I saw Wim get out of the lift. He had a quick word with Henk and ran to
meet me. He came into the room and put the safety chain on the door. We
embraced, just like father and son, a very loving father and son.

"Did you sort out Henk?" he asked.

I told him everything. "Oh well he now knows what it is like to be sent
wild by the best man in the world." He hung round my neck and kissed me in
a gentle loving fashion and said, "You have work in the morning so I think
that it is a kiss and a cuddle and sleep tonight don't you."

"I'm looking forward to it," I said returning the kiss.


End of part 3


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