Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1998 21:32:51 +0100
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: The Breakfast Meeting part 5

New story "The Breakfast Meeting" (m/t) (t/t) (con)

This story was inspired by 3 stories I read on the Nifty.Org a site which I
recommend.  The stories were On a wing and a prayer', Caring for Cody' and
Codys Companions'.  In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure
fiction and should read as such.It does not mean the author promotes sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys. Some of the other stuff is
factual, Well Amsterdam is still there and aeroplanes fly. If sufficient
interest is shown it could be the first of a series.

If you are not of a legal age etc. or are offended by homosexual behaviour,
man/boy relationships etc. etc then go away and read the works of
Dr. Sigmund Freud it might open your eyes and mind.

                   The Breakfast Meeting
                    by Storywriter_2000

Part 5

Chapter 10

Thursday

I woke up with a jolt. Hell what time is it?. It was still dark. I had not
set the alarm call.  Wim was still laid on top of me. I hadn't taken my
watch off so I squinted at the luminous dial. I still couldn't see, where
the hell were my specs. I found the specs by waving my hands around the
bedside table. That was better 0530, I still use the 24 hr. clock in my own
mind, a throw back from my piloting days that's how I know pilots don't
like being called drivers'. Oh well a little early but I reckoned we needed
the extra time to clean up.

The room stunk like a brothel, that brought back distant memories! I turned
on the bedside light and started to massage Wims neck the way he loves to
be woken up in the mornings.  He grunted, opened one eye

"What time is it?"

"Half past five."

"Too early," and closed his eyes.

"No, it isn't; we both need a shower."

"Together."

"Yes, if you like."

He went to move and yelped, "We're stuck together."

"That's going to make it difficult, I chuckled, are you coming to work with
me or shall I go to school with you."

He chuckled at the thought. "I bet Henk and Paul would be jealous if you
did."

"I bet your teacher wouldn't! Put your arms around my neck and as I get up
put your legs around my waist."

"Oh Horsey, Horsey" he giggled.

We made it to the shower and let the hot water undo our love knot. We
luxuriated in the water. I shampooed his hair whilst he did mine, We washed
and scrubbed and then gave each other a proper morning kiss.

"I wanna pee."

"Well pee then; the water will wash it away."

"Are you going to hold it for me?"

"No, I'm not."

"You did last night."

"That was different."

"I suppose it was but it was nice."

We both turned to the plug hole and relieved ourselves, each giving out a
sigh of contentment.  "A' for horse B' for Mutton C' for ships," I said and
Wim caught on and waited for me to continue, "O' for a pee and P' for
relief." Not the NATO phonetic alphabet but, as I've said before, little
things please little minds. Now I'm not saying that Wim has a little mind
but he thought is was quite funny.

The rest of the day followed the same pattern as the previous ones.
Breakfast, Tram, Meetings.  At lunch time I managed to find a telephone in
the office I had been allocated, someone had unplugged it and put it in the
desk drawer! I asked if was OK to make a private call to the UK. I was amazed
when they were surprised that I had asked as most people just used it. I
told them that in my book that was rude and could be construed as theft.

I rang my QC friend, George and gave him a very abbreviated story. He did
not sound hopeful but he would look at the problem from all angles and talk
to another QC who had taken a similar case with a kid from the Eastern
Block. Was I in a desperate hurry, like before Friday. I told him that Wim
had been given permission to come over for a holiday at the beginning of
March so he had some time.

"Get a letter from his father giving you permission to be his guardian
while in England."

"Good thinking, Batman," I said. "What should it say?"

"Have you a fax there or better still can you access your E-mail' from
there?"

I told him I could so he said he would E-mail' me the gist of what should
be in the letter.  I hung up thinking, "You win some, you lose some, but I
ain't lost yet." I smiled. It was a good job Wim wasn't there otherwise it
would have been him correcting my English. I had been allocated a secretary
who sat just outside the office door. I asked her if she could find out how
many flights to London from Amsterdam there were on a Friday evening. I
thought that was a good idea as I would need one this Friday and Wim would
need one in 3 weeks time. I went back into the office and had a think. I
heard the secretary on the phone so I scribbled a quick note to check
flights on a Sunday evening too and waved it under her nose. She nodded and
said something in Dutch down the phone. I had nothing on in London over the
weekend so why shouldn't I spend it with my Wim.

The afternoon meeting went well and finished early about 1545 (3 45 pm ). I
went back to my office and for the first time turned on the terminal on the
desk. It booted up with Windows 98. I clicked on the Internet icon and
typed in Yahoo. I logged on to my E-Mail and printed out 2 copies of the
letter for Wims father. Good old George, it was perfect.

There was a list of flight numbers and times and a note to say let her know
which one I wanted one booking. I headed for the tram. It was not quite the
rush hour so I was plodding through the slush, the snow had stopped and it
was getting a little bit warmer, arriving at the hotel by 1700 hrs. I
walked in to the lobby, Van der Falk was at the desk.  He looked up and
fished out my key from behind the desk.

"Good evening, sir, you are a little earlier this evening. Coffee in the
room?"

"Yes, please."

"Did you get any sense out of that stupid kid of mine and his trip to
London?"

I bit my tongue and said, "We still have the final touches to finish off,
but I hope to do that tonight. I think it would be prudent if you signed a
letter giving me guardianship over Wim whilst he is in the UK."

"Good idea, can you write it out for me and I'll sign it."

"No problem, I'll get it typed at the office and let you have it tomorrow."

"Will it be OK if I stayed till this Sunday?"

"Yes, that will be no problem, you will quallify for the reduced weekend
rate."

I got in the lift and arrived at my room on top of the world. I let myself
in and there on the table was another envelope. Before I did anything else
I read the note.

My dear 'old man', If I can give as much pleasure as you have given to me
when I am your age I will overjoyed. You are my horsey and I want to ride
with you forever. I did not think it was possible but my love for you grows
more intense with each passing second. I dread the coming of tomorrow. I
shall be back in my own room on my own again. Think of me for ever. My
eternal Love Wim.

I felt as though I was abandoning the boy and resolved to move Heaven and
Earth to look after him. I put the letter with the others. I changed to my
relaxed mode clothes just in time as I heard the familiar knock and the
pass key. Wim came in to the room with only a slight smile on his face. He
put on the safety chain , poured me a coffee and hung round my neck his
head in his favourite position just nuzzling. I sat down in the armchair
and he climbed on my lap.  "Don't I get a kiss then?" I queried.

His hands went round the back of my head, his eyes closed and he pulled me
to him. Lips to lips, tongue to tongue we embraced, no passion just
unadulterated love between man and boy, just like father and son. It was
wonderful.

"What time are you going tomorrow?  Are you coming back to the hotel or
going by train straight to the airport from the WTC?"

"I'm not going tomorrow, I thought we could have the weekend together. I'm
going on the last flight Sunday."

He let out a yell like a Banshee right next to my left ear. "You did that
for me?" he said incredulously.

"No, not really, I just thought I might wander around Amsterdam on my own,
get rip roaring drunk, stoned out of my mind on pot and then spend the rest
of the weekend in jail and get deported on the Monday morning never being
able to return to Amsterdam again!"

He took no notice of what I had just said, dismissing it with a look. "I
still say you did it for me."

"You are half correct: I did it for you AND me."

He got off my lap and skipped around the room like a combination of a of a
frisky Lamb and a Gazelle.

"Hadn't you better get back to your duties or your father will be getting
his stick out again?" I said with concern in my voice.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, when he told me you wanted your coffee he said
that you wanted to continue with our plans for me to come over to England
so as long as I made sure you got your dinner I was free for the rest of
the night."

"Same as last night then!"

"Oh, I do hope so!!! What was this letter he was talking about?"

I told him about the letter and got it from my briefcase and let him read
it. The letter was on headed note paper and he very quickly noted that it
came from a law firm. He looked up with expectant eyes. I knew exactly what
he was thinking but dare not ask the question.

"Yes, my love I have talked with my friend, he drafted this letter."

"AND?" he quizzed.

"Don't know, he is looking into all angles and is going to talk to one of
his colleagues that has had experience of a similar case."

"You know you said we both had to honest with each other and not to tell
lies."

"I did."

"WELL?"

"I've told you Wim, I don't know. The only thing he said was that if your
father agreed, then he was 100% certain that things could be made legal; if
he didn't, then that was what he was finding out. That's the whole truth
and nothing but the truth."

"Then I've got to make myself a pain in the arse so that he wants to get
rid of me," he said with real conviction.

"Don't you DARE, I'm not having him beat the shit out of you just so that
he wants to get rid of you!"

"It would be worth it."

"RULE 2, NO! DEFINITELY NO! There is more than one of skinning a cat. Do
you trust me."

"Yes, with my life."

"Then do as you are told, I feel it in my bones that things will work out
and my bones are very old and are never wrong."

"There's always a first time," he said with his eyes starting to water.

"Come here, you silly little sod." He rushed across the room with his arms
outstretched, flinging them around my neck and bursting into a flood of
tears. I comforted him, said soothing words, hugged him to my chest and
then gently scolded him for being silly.

"You are acting just like a Dad should do and I love you for it," he
murmured.

"Every thing comes to those who wait," I said kissing him on his forehead.
 
We sat in the armchair together, man and boy close in mind and body,
private thoughts going through our individual minds, each knowing what the
other was thinking and wanting. We were both content to just sit there. I
could see the look of complete bliss on Wims little face. Even though he
was coming up to 14 years old in some ways he seemed so vulnerable, young
for his age, not a streetwise cynical, hard bittern kid. I must be careful
not to take advantage of his vulnerability and let him develop, as I am
sure he will, into his own man.

He looked up into my eyes and said, "You are thinking about me again,
aren't you?"

"How do you know that?"

"I can tell by the look in your eyes. Well you were, wasn't you?"

"Yes, I was."

"What were you thinking - RULE 1 - please?"

"I will always practice rule 1 with you Wim," and I told him.

He thought for a moment, "I think it may be the other way round. I may be
taking advantage of you. You remember I instigated all of this."

"Yes, but I could have stopped you."

"I thank God each night that you didn't."

"So do I." We fell silent again.

"Do you realize," he piped up, "we have been alone for over an hour and
nothing sexual has happened!"

"It doesn't have to, does it? We did have that long kiss when you came
into the room."

"Yes, but that wasn't sexual," he paused, thought, and continued, "that was
just love."

"True", I sighed.

"Let me go and I'll get changed and get our dinner, don't forget open the
door when I kick it. When I get back I've got something to tell you."

"What are you going to tell me?" With that impish grin he dashed out of the
room yelling, "Wait and see." I hope he brings tea instead of coffee. I
could murder a cuppa!

There was the kick at the door. I opened it and as he came in he said "I've
brought tea for us instead of coffee, is that alright?"

My jaw dropped. "Why?"

"I just felt that you wanted tea, I'll go and get coffee if you want."

"No, I was just gobsmacked you brought tea, because that's what I wanted."

"Tut tut, where did you learn that expression."

"I heard it from some little Dutch kid and the TV back home," I grinned.

"I hope you like Chinese, I remember you said you worked in the Far East
and we had Chinese on the menu tonight so I brought a selection."

"Brilliant, have we got Lychees for afters?"

"Yes, in juice with ice", he said proudly.

We settled down to a really excellent meal and both finished off with a
smashing cup of Assam not China tea. Wim did his waiter duties, cleared
away the plates and put the tray outside the door.

He came and sat down in the arm chair opposite. "Do you want to know what
I've got to tell you?"

"Yes, please."

"Well as I thought you would be leaving tomorrow and I guessed you would go
by train straight to the airport from the WTC, Oh! As you are going on
Sunday can--sorry--MAY I come to the airport and see you off?"

"I would love that, but go on with what you were saying."

"OK, well as I WAS saying, as you wouldn't be here on Friday night I have
invited Henk and Paul to come and stay over the weekend to keep me company
so I wouldn't be too miserable at loosing you but I can tell them at school
tomorrow not to come."

"No, don't do that, let them come over and stay Friday night but explain
that you want me all to yourself on Saturday night and Sunday."

"Yes, I like that idea, we can all do something together during the day on
Saturday and you and me can be together on Saturday night."

I decided not to correct his English and let it ride. "Sounds great to me."

He got up from the chair and came and stood between my knees, knelt down,
put his arms aloft and asked me to take his clothes off. I removed his T
shirt and undid the top of his jeans. He stood up and let the jeans fall to
the ground, as he bent down to remove them he slipped off his socks and
stood up just in his black briefs. He leaned across and tugged my T shirt
from the top of my tracksuit bottoms. I obliged by lifting up my arms and
he removed it. He hooked his fingers in the top of my pants and I lifted my
hips so he could take them off. As he got them to my ankles he took my
socks off at the same time as discarding them and putting all the clothes,
mine and his, on the spare chair. We were both now in the same state of
undress, underclothes only. He moved over to the bed and motioned me to
join him.

All this time we never uttered a word. We laid side by side facing each
other me with my arm under his neck, hand resting on his shoulder, him with
his arm across my chest hand on my cheek, each of our other arms around our
individual hips, hands gently resting on a cheek of our bottoms. It was
pure bliss. I noticed that neither of us was sexually aroused, just totally
relaxed and at one with one another. Just one more work day and then two
whole days and nights with my... I thought, `my lover, hopefully my new
son!'

"You are thinking about me again."

"So what."

"Are they nice thoughts?"

"I'll give you one guess."

"I don't need one guess, I know they are, I can feel it and, yes, I do hope
you become my new Dad and I will always be your lover."

He was doing it again, reading my thoughts.

"Wim, can you read other peoples thoughts?"

"No, I can't read yours either. It is just the look in your eyes that tell
me what you are thinking."

"Like the tea!!" I queeried.

"No, that was a quess. I saw how much you enjoyed your morning one so I
thought it was a safe bet and the Chinese drink tea."

"That is called ESP, extra sensory perception, take my advice when you get
these feelings: go with it, don't fight it. I have it and it has never let
me down." I could see his eyelids drooping and his head nodding, the time
was 2215hrs. The duvet had been pulled back so I pulled it over the two of
us, set the telephone alarm, turned out the light and went to sleep.


End of part 5

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